Clubbing

Part 1

Jeannie Angel was a striking 35 year old American from Chicago working in the UK for a few months. She stood 5’8” and was a very pretty women with a superb figure, well endowed up top with a 38B bust complementing the 26-36 curves of her waist and hips superbly. She was very athletic often swimming and working out. Agreeably outgoing she did not like women, but loved men, a real come on a daring flirt. She was really enjoying her time in England and particularly the nightlife with whole clubland areas in both London and Birmingham where most of her work took her. There was nothing like going out for a few drinks and being chatted up both in pubs but also in the clubs. Her provocative dancing style often drawing men to her and therefore allowing her to be the focus of attention, as she desired. Her accent helped draw them as well, the soft purring North American lilt contrasting well with the loud cockney or nasal brummie tones of her evenings out.

Jo Meavy in contrast was in her mid thirties an impish blonde with an almost punk style haircut. Her curvy 34B-26-34 figure standing 5’2” deceiving as she was a brutal cockney always wanting her own way with a violent temper. One thing she had in common with the American was that she too was an outrageous flirt who enjoyed the club scene.

The two were in “Shades”, a particularly apt name for the nightclub as music blared out a fairly crowded dance floor gyrated. The two women had never met until they collided in the midst of the moving throng. “Oi watch it,” screeched the cockney as a foot scraped her calf and a curvy dark-haired woman bumped hips with her. “Look out yourself, clumsy girl” retorted an American voice. “Bloody foreigner” hissed Jo giving the woman a prod. “Look it was an accident OK now forget it,” responded Jeannie looking back at the impish blonde. The two continued to eye each other for a moment then continued their dance. The track ended and the two moved away towards the edge of the crowd to freshen up with a drink, each at opposite ends of the bar, their predatory antennae twitching as they both looked for some company as the night was drawing to a close. Then they saw him tall dark and handsome, gently gyrating to the music in tight leather trousers. A casual shirt open far enough to see a well-developed muscular chest. Target selected they set off in pursuit as a slow number began to play. “Hi handsome care to caress the beat” drooled the American. “Like to sway with me darlin” called the blonde cockney as the two women collided again in front of him this time a gin and tonic and bacardi and coke added to the collision. “Stupid tart” hissed the blonde as the liquid spread across her invitingly short black dress. “Idiot” called the brunette as her daring red number was equally stained. The two women glared at each other for the second time in almost as many minutes. “You” they both screeched realising that this evening was turning into a dodgem event, the man forgotten they simmered for a moment before turning tail and heading off to clean up. He turned wrapped his arms around a tall Latin lovely and swung onto the dance floor oblivious to the activity that had taken place.

The ladies’ powder room was at the rear of the dance floor, Jo being more familiar was in first and towelling her dress off when Jeannie came in. There was an uneasy silence as they were the only two in the room as most of the girls were grabbing guys for the last dance of the night. “You stupid yank bitch, you’ve ruined my dress clumsy cow” screeched Jo as she tried to damp out the rapidly spreading dark stain. “Me, you’re the clod who knows how you can dance if that’s how you walk,” replied the taller American likewise dabbing at a stain on her expensive red dress. “Slag” screamed Jo launching herself at the woman and grabbing her hair in both hands and wickedly shaking her head from side to side.

Jeannie momentarily shocked quickly replied in kind and the two women whirled around the washroom dragging each other by the hair as their short fused tempers exploded into violence. Each retained one hand in the other’s well coiffured hair and using their free hands started slapping the other’s face. Neither woman was new to this experience and had often given a competitor a good slap that had been enough. Not this time though each was a wild fired up hellcat wanting to demolish their opponent and walk away victorious.

Jo stopped slapping Jeannie and changed tack clenching her fist and burying her knuckles in the other woman’s face, a crunching blow to the nose. Tears welled up in Jeannie’s eyes as a result of the stinging blow and her free hand rose to cover her face. Jo threw another crisp punch at the dark haired woman’s head her fist clubbing the woman above the left ear. Jeannie staggered sideways releasing her hair hold and using her arms to protect her head as the fiery blonde launched a series of wild punches at her head. The American retreated across the tiled floor and ended up backed against a stall door arms raised forearms covering her face. Jo drove a low hook into the undefended red covered belly forcing Jeannie to double up losing air from her lungs at the crippling blow. Jeannie’s hands dropped uncovering her face as Jo intended allowing the blonde to land a glorious uppercut her fist crashing into the American’s chin. Jeannie flew back sailing through the door and sitting down hard on the seat within allowing Jo to turn away believing it was over.

Jeannie sat for a moment shaking her head feeling her chin trying to clear her senses and slowly looked up to see the blonde returning her attention to cleaning her dress. The American stood up and walked slowly up to the blonde and grabbed her by her short hair and drove her face into the sink surround. “Bimbo, I don’t fold that easy” she taunted as the blonde collapsed to her knees her head spinning. She added to the crumpled woman’s discomfort by kneeing her in the face flinging the woman across the floor to lie moaning on her back. The motion ripped Jo’s dress along the seam from hip to armpit an easy target for the dark haired American. Jeannie followed the woman and gripping the ripped material tugged it from the English girl’s body. Jo was left wearing just a black thong and hold up stockings and one shoe rolling on to her front on the tiled floor. “Cheap trash” reported the Yank tossing the ruined dress on to the near naked woman at her feet adding to the humiliation by kicking her foe hard in the ribs.

Jo was trying to unscramble her senses and barely reacted to the kick as she rolled on the floor but the pain in her ribs was intense. She knew she had to act quickly or she would be given a serious working over by the foreign slapper. As Jeannie moved closer to examine the fallen woman for further resistance Jo swiftly swept her arm across the woman’s ankles dropping her to her backside. Each woman moved quickly to try to get on top of her foe and ended up clashing breast to breast hands gripped. Jo acted swiftly by butting the American right between the eyes with her forehead. Jeannie flew back hands flying to her face ending up on her back with her legs folded beneath her, presenting her crotch towards the blonde. Jo never one to shirk the adage of kick a girl when she is down drove her right fist with venom into the offered vee, her knuckles exploding right into the centre of the attractive American’s amorous zone. Jeannie screamed as her sex was crushed and her head lifted from the floor to almost an upright kneeling position. This left her vulnerable to another stinging punch this time a crisp left hook that thumped against Jeannie’s chin spinning her back to the tiles. Jo straddled the back of her flat out foe and gripped her hair and bounced the dark haired woman’s face off the floor stunning her. “Right slag you ruined my dress so I’m taking yours” she hissed as she reached down and unzipped the red dress and dragged it from the groggy woman on the floor. Jeannie ended up on her back lacy red bra and panties covering her femininity, her shoes had flown off as Jo had tugged the dress off and lay on the floor nearby. Jo stood up picking the shoes up and wandering back into the cubicle to drop them into the pan before flushing it vindictively. The blonde turned round and was leaving the cubicle when suddenly a fist smacked into her face.

“Twice you’ve turned your back on me dumb Brit bitch,” screamed Jeannie punching the woman hard in the belly. As Jo’s head dropped the dark haired hellcat grabbed a handful of blonde hair and hurled the woman across the space into the sink shelf. Jo arrived in an untidy mess her belly neatly intercepting the formica edging and folding her over the sink. Jeannie following grabbed the blonde’s hair again and smacked her head into the tap unit. Jo screamed as her face hit the stainless steel mixer unit and her eyelid split spilling blood into the sink as the fleshy part of her eyelid bled. Jeannie hauled the woman up and turned her around, Jo looking pretty sorry for herself as blood ran down her face. Jeannie looked her opponent up and down for the first time, the blonde’s smaller boobs were perfectly shaped and neatly self supporting clearly a good reason for no bra. The American gripped the shorter woman’s chin and lifted her face to look into her eyes. “Now, bitch go home before I really hurt you,” she said with deliberate precision straight into the blonde’s face. The reaction was not what she expected as Jo spat in her face and became a whirling dervish wild open handed slaps that forced the American to let go of her and step back.

The two women came to a stop, Jo kicking her shoes away, gasping for breath. The blonde topless her crotch covered by a wisp of black lace her prominent pubic mound proudly filling the flimsy material. Jeannie stared back her lacy red underwear hugging her wondrous 38 inchers and curvaceous cunt, her own pleasure dome pleasingly filling the thin red covering. A mutual respect was developing each had been hurt, had inflicted telling blows and yet both were ready to go on.

They slowly advanced one hand reaching for the other’s hair and gripping hard and a series of brutal slaps were exchanged as each tried to assert an advantage. They got closer together fingers still ripping at scalps, Jeannie tugging at the blonde’s spiked mane while Jo ripped at the shoulder length dark hair of her American enemy, the first change of tactics coming from the transatlantic tigress who swiftly raised her knee into the black covered crotch of her rival. “Aaargh, my cunt you bitch” wailed the blonde as the knee thumped into the front of her tiny briefs. “Get used to it slut” responded the American doing it again another cunt busting knee smashed into Jo’s sex only lower between the thighs and thumping into the woman’s love opening. A complete look of shock crossed Jo’s face as colour drained from her blood streaked cheeks and her hands fell to cover her ravaged love box. She was in distress her hands covered her black clad crotch leaving her defenceless to Jeannie’s next assault a cracking right jab to the nose that drew tears as the blonde sat down uncomfortably. Jeannie leapt on top driving the woman flat to her back and moving to straddle her foe, she grabbed at the pert up turned breasts beneath her. Jeannie settled herself and squeezed hard while twisting the soft flesh of Jo’s breasts, drawing screams of pain from the blonde. “I’ve got you bitch now I’m going to rip these tiny tits off your saggy chest” tormented the dark haired sexy Chicagoan girl. Jeannie continued to twist Jo’s tits driving her knuckles into the soft tissue while twisting her nipples with her fingers, drawing more squeals from the British battler. Jo bucked and heaved but was losing strength as the heavy woman rode out her efforts while torturing her tits. The blonde freed one arm and grabbed at the American’s not insubstantial boobs twisting her right tit viciously. It was Jeannie’s turn to scream as her own breast was assaulted; she redoubled her efforts to disfigure Jo’s chest but was distracted by the pain spreading through her own chest. Jo was able to free her other hand and despite the dark haired woman's straddle was able to equalise the pain by gripping both of the fuller cups, twisting in return. The two women remained in position the American astride her foe twisting her naked tits while the blonde was reaching up and gripping the full orbs through the red bra.

Jeannie suddenly released the blonde’s tortured tits red marks testament to the treatment she had given them and clenching her fists started to punch the two soft pillows instead. Jo released Jeannie’s boobs and tried to deflect some of the blows as the American’s fists flattened her own tender tits, the blonde eventually capturing the flailing arms and with a violent twist unseating her tormentor.

The women rolled apart and sprang to their feet glaring at each other “You’ll pay for that” hissed the blonde gently kneading her battered boobs. The two women circled warily waiting to identify an opening to end this brutal battle. They both suddenly sprang forward attempting wild slaps that bounced off each other’s arms. As they came together each reached for and grabbed her opponent clasping the foe in a bear hug and beginning to squeeze. Their bodies pressed together Jeannie’s fuller boobs dominating the smaller tits of the blonde although each felt new waves of pain as the rounded flesh rubbed together. They both exerted considerable effort into crushing the fight from the other and slowly Jeannie’s superior weight began to tell. She noticed it first in the blonde’s eyes the realisation that she could not give much more and then she felt a slight twitch in the blonde’s grip. “Gotcha,” she hissed through clenched teeth into the blonde’s face as she exerted herself again. A low moan escaped Jo’s lips, as her body was crushed, her head beginning to loll forward. Jeannie taking advantage of this movement by sharply butting the shorter woman in the face. Jo’s head lolled back the cut over her eye opened further blood beginning to flow down her cheek again. She was in deep trouble her own hug now useless her arms slipped slowly to her sides.

Jeannie now in command lifted the fast fading woman’s feet from the floor and stepped forward and rammed the helpless blonde into one of the stall doors. There was a tremendous crack and the door departed its hinges falling into the cubicle with the two women now unbalanced falling on top of it. The door broke the fall then broke itself leaving the two topless women in an untidy mess, Jeannie better placed as Jo had been underneath her when they crashed into the cubicle. She disentangled herself from the blonde and the broken door and stood up. Reaching forward she grabbed the spiky mane of the blonde and hauled her out of the broken door to her feet. Jo hung there defenceless as the American grabbed her shoulders stepped forward and viciously raised her knee into the woman’s black covered crotch three or four times smashing the remaining fight from the woman. Jo was unable to fall as the woman held her up and backed her against the support between the cubicles.

Jeannie placed her arm across the blonde’s throat to steady her and used her free hand to rip her knickers off exposing a wedge of blonde hair before driving her fist low into the woman. Three blows smacked into her belly just above the triangle of hair, pulping her insides finishing off her desire for the evening. Jeannie then grabbed the tufts of hair and started to pull and tear at the tortured thatch. Her eagerness to destroy the slag getting the better of her, she started to employ both hands in this deforestation attack. Jo was regaining some sense, as her pubes were plucked the short searing pains getting through to her numbed brain her eyes came back into focus on the dark haired woman’s face before her. Jeannie intent on her attack was completely stunned as Jo suddenly launched her forehead into her face the cranium striking her right on the nose with a sickening thud. The American staggered back hands flying to her, tears welling in her eyes and a dribble of blood emerging from her crushed nostrils. Jo slid down the pillar to the floor legs apart knees up with her hands flat on the floor gasping for breath trying to recover from the brutal assault of the last few minutes.

Jeannie peered at herself in the mirror her hair was a dishevelled mess and her body bore the marks of combat. She studied her nose, that was throbbing intensely no obvious break but the blood seeping from her nostrils bore testament to the blow. She turned back towards the blonde who looked as bad seated on the floor her hair ravaged her tits marked and her face bloodied. She needed to finish this and get away. She stepped forward and brutally kicked Jo’s naked cunt her foot slamming into her rivals love lips drawing a pitiful wail from the battered blonde. “Right you limey bitch,” she sneered, “give up.” Before any response was evident the door to the club opened and in came two women who stood in shocked dismay at the sight of the two near naked women in the room. One screamed drawing some staff to the scene, they quickly burst in and dragged the American way from her English rival as she kicked her again.
“Let me at her” she screamed as she was dragged away by a pair of bouncers while another member of staff helped Jo to her feet. The two women were swiftly moved to separate rooms while club staff attempted to tidy the smashed up rest room. The place was virtually empty and as the owner had had a number of run ins with the local authority he was reluctant to involve the police. Neither were the woman each was likely to lose her job if a criminal matter came to light. Separate taxis were called to take the women away now covered in coats from the cloakroom and wearing their badly battered shoes, each clutched a bag with the remnants of their clothing. As they were put into the taxis each noticed a certain tall stranger walking away with a striking Latin lady and wondered why?

The following day Jeannie was in her hotel room recovering from the brutal battle when her mobile phone rang. “Hello” she answered brightly not wishing to give away her condition. “Right, Bitch,” snapped a familiar cockney twang in her ear. “We’ve got some unfinished business if we ever meet again” continued the caller. “How did you get this number?” quizzed the American surprise evident in her voice. “Your card was in my things. I owe you bitch.” “Why? You saw him leave with someone else” snapped the American. “He means nothing, you on the other hand deserve a good smacking. What’s the matter you chicken?” taunted the blonde cockney surprisingly cocky considering the final moments of the previous clash. “I’m not scared of you, you slag” retorted Jeannie “Anytime anyplace I’ll finish plucking you bald.” “I know a place where we won’t get disturbed, a gym near that club. Next Sunday at 7 gloves on” challenged Jo. “Boxing? You’re on” snapped back the American “I’ll beat you senseless then smash your cunt in.” “Not a chance whore” spat back the brit “You’ll need more than your big gob to beat me. 7pm at Flexercise on Sunday.” The phone went dead.

Jeannie stared at the handset for a moment before thinking fully about the implications of the challenge she had just received. This was going to be brutal but she was going to smash the cocky cockney bitch this time. Boxing was something she had not done for a while but she could handle the gloves if needed. Boxercise was one of her things and punching the bag had not been an alien activity in the gym.

Meanwhile not far away the blonde smiled with satisfaction through some residual pain. The yank tart would get what she deserved boxing was something she was taking to and was relishing some payback for the trauma she had received at the American’s hands. She would knock her out then rip her out to repay the bitch for savaging her most feminine of areas.

Each slowly calmed from the exchange on the phone and settled with quiet satisfaction on thought of what they would do to the other in a week's time. Relishing the prospect of destroying the now hated rival for good. The bout was bound to be brutal and would surely be worth the wait as for now we leave the wildcats musing on the destruction each planned for her enemy.

THE END