KO Kandi – “Refuse to Lose”

Kandi Kane softly moaned and reached out for something to cover her voluptuous 5’ 8”, 44DD-26-38 body. When you added honey-blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes, there was no doubting her outer charms. “Brrr.” She shuddered at the coldness and her blue eyes fluttered open to see if she’d left her window open. Then all the memories of the previous night came flooding back in a rush and she grimaced as she recalled the painful beatings she’d suffered at the hands of the Jacksons. And all because Kandi had made a play for Mr. Jackson. Well, and for countless other men, too, but that was beside the point. The point, Kandi reasoned, was that she was sitting next to the curb in nothing but her bra and panties. She was just about to get up and retrieve her purse and clothes from where they lay behind her in the yard when she heard the unmistakable sound of a garbage truck approaching.

The blonde slut smiled as she climbed unsteadily to her feet, figuring that she could sweet talk her way into a ride back to the Den of Iniquity and her car. She could always count on her physical beauty to get just about any man to do just about anything she asked. She grabbed her things and then let out a horrified little gasp when she checked her face in the mirror of her compact and saw that it looked like a drunken, blind clown had applied her make-up. She also noticed with growing disgust that blush, mascara, and eyeliner weren’t the only things on her face. Stifling her growing nausea as the events of last night came more clearly into focus, she found a faucet and forced herself to endure the freezing cold water, using it to clean herself up as best she could. She then did her best to re-apply her make-up and then slipped into her clothes, which weren’t in bad shape, all things considered. By the time the garbage truck pulled to a stop at the Jackson’s curb she was looking as good as could be expected and felt confident that anyone lowly enough to collect refuse for a living would be easy enough to seduce a ride out of.

“Santa Cleopatra!” exclaimed an angry, and very female voice. “You’re the blonde puta who stole my Juan!”

“Do I know you?” Kandi asked, looking for the author of the voice, but the only thing she saw was the garbage truck. “And I don’t remember anyone named Juan.”

“No, of course not. Why should you, gringa? You used him and then tossed him aside. He tried to apologize and come back to me, but I am a proud woman, zorra, and I would not take him back after he had soiled himself on you.”

Confused, which was not an unusual state for the blonde bimbo by any means, Kandi looked around for the person who was talking to her, but the only person she saw was the garbage collector who rode on the side of the truck. Then, looking closer, her blue eyes widened in surprise as she realized that it was a woman.

“That’s right, ramera, I am over here. What? Did you not think a woman could do this job?” the woman asked derisively. She was short, 5’ 4” give or take an inch, with bronze skin and angry dark eyes. She was attractive enough, but it was impossible to tell what shape she had in the coveralls she was wearing. Likewise, the baseball hat on her head concealed her hair, although, several dark strands hung down the side of her face, so the color, if not the length, was easily determinable.

Kandi smiled in relief. At least she wouldn’t have to worry about some little Mexican bitch kicking her ass. “It’s not my problem if you weren’t woman enough to satisfy whatever your boyfriend’s name was, sister. I’ve never forced myself on anyone. I’ve never needed to.” She turned around, figuring she’d have to walk back to the Den after all, when pain exploded in the middle of her back and she was suddenly knocked to the ground. “Ugh! What the fuck are you doing, you crazy little burrito-loving twat?” Kandi screamed as two hands fastened themselves in her hair and she was yanked roughly to her feet.

“I’m a trash collector, chica, so I’m just doing my job,” smiled the Mexican plunging her fist deep into Kandi’s belly and doubling the whore over as she curled around the surprisingly powerful blow. But if the punch had shocked the dim-witted slut, then what happened next absolutely blew her excuse for a mind. “Time to clean up this block,” the smaller woman said, hoisting the big bimbo onto her shoulder and then walking over to the back of the truck.

“No! You wouldn’t dare!” Kandi shrieked, trying to wiggle free from the vengeful vixen to no avail.

The little Latina just laughed and tossed the screaming skank into the waste deposit bin. When Kandi struggled upright and attempted to climb out, the other woman punched her solidly in the mouth and snarled, “Just relax, bitchacita, or I will activate the compactor and rid this town of your stinking carcass once and for all.” She proceeded to empty the Jackson’s trash on top of the furious blonde whore and then called to the driver to make a short detour before continuing their rounds. The driver, who had seen everything in the truck’s rearview mirrors, laughed and said he knew just the place for the two women to settle their differences. The Mexican laughed and hopped on the riding board. “You have no idea how much I have longed for this day, senorita. No idea how many times I have prayed to all the saints in Heaven to let our paths cross so I could avenge the wrong you did both to Juan and to me,” she said as the truck rumbled down the street.

“Who the Hell are you?” Kandi asked, lying back in the filthy contents of the bin and trying to make herself as comfortable as possible.

“My name is Maria Conchita Esmerelda Consuela Yolanda Isabella Martinez. You have brought dishonor to me and you will be punished for it,” she replied as the truck pulled into the parking lot of a recycling plant and came to a stop. Maria hopped down and began to peel out of her coveralls. “You may now exit that bin, puta.”

“The name is Kandi, taco-breath,” the blonde bitch muttered as she crawled from the truck and landed on the ground at the little Latina’s feet. She stood up and did her best to wipe the garbage off of her and then looked over at Maria and gasped. Beneath the coveralls the smaller woman had been hiding a very impressive body. Kandi guessed her measurements to be 38D-26-40 and saw that she was now wearing a half T-shirt and tight-fitting jogging shorts, an outfit that put her muscular body on display to perfection.

Maria laughed at the shocked expression on the slut’s face and then removed her baseball cap and a cascade of raven tresses fell gently around her shoulders. “After what you did to Juan, I vowed that no woman would ever take another man from me and began to work out in the gym and develop my body so that I could fight for my man if necessary,” she explained, calmly circling the bigger woman. “And also in the hope of this day, of this meeting with you, Kandi. Had I been this powerful that night at the bar, Juan would never have left with you because you would have been lying unconscious at my feet. But, no, that was not to be. So he left me at our table and went home with you. But, really, perhaps I should thank you, since it was because of that night and my decision to get into shape that I met Carlos, my one true love.” She paused in front of the blonde whore and then shook her head and punched her solidly in the jaw. “Nah! I think I’ll whip your ass like I planned.”

Kandi spun around slowly from the force of the blow, rising onto her tiptoes, her arms flailing helplessly as she struggled to maintain her balance. Somehow, she did manage to stay upright, although her legs felt more like rubber than flesh and bone, and even attempted some offense, swinging her right wildly at the smaller woman. But the little Latina easily ducked beneath the looping punch and drove her own fist up and into the big bitch’s side, just below the strap of her black bra, and Kandi let out a “Woof!!!” as the pain to her ribs hit home. While she was half bent over and gasping for breath, Maria moved around and smacked her in the tits, causing the whore to jerk upright, setting her up perfectly for the solid blow to the pit of her stomach.

“Oomph!!!” The blonde bimbo exhaled loudly as the air was forced from her body and she leaned over and placed her hands on her knees and tried not to throw up.

But Maria had no intention of letting her catch her breath and circled behind her and delivered a kick worthy of any soccer star right between her legs, sending the taller woman tumbling face first to the ground, her face smacking against the concrete as her hands flew instinctively to her pussy. Her chin got scraped up pretty good and when she rolled over Maria grinned viciously at the sight of her foe’s blood. She grabbed the sobbing whore by the hair and stood her up and then started punishing her stomach with her free hand. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack went the enraged Latina’s fist while Kandi could only respond with, “Oof! Argh! Ugh! Oomph!!!”

When Maria finally stopped beating the bitch’s belly like a bass drum, Kandi stood on wobbly legs, her knees tucked together in an effort to remain standing and her arms hanging limply at her sides. Maria smiled and then stepped back and jumped up into the air and smashed her foot into the side of Kandi’s face, sending the big whore flying sideways. The slut twisted in the air several times before landing hard on her side next to a bunch of recycling bins where people could drop off their newspapers, bottles, and cans after hours. Kandi groaned loudly and, using the bins for support, somehow struggled to her feet, thinking in the back of her excuse for a mind that she could still beat the smaller Mexican. She took a step towards her and then pitched face-first onto the ground, leaving her beautiful ass sticking up in the air and her face bleeding from more cuts, these on her left cheek, which had taken the brunt of the impact and then gotten torn open when she slid forward after striking the ground.

“I think she’s out cold, Maria,” laughed the driver of the trash truck from where he had sat watching the fight on the hub of the vehicle.

“Yeah, I’d have to agree with that,” Maria nodded after walking over and flipping the blonde whore onto her back with the toe of her shoe. She reached down and grabbed the skank’s right nipple, which had popped free sometime during her beating, and gave it a good hard twist. “She’s definitely out cold,” the Mexican confirmed when Kandi didn’t so much as whimper in response to the tit-torture.

“So, you ready to get back work before we get fired?” the driver asked, hopping down from the truck and walking over to get a better look at the unconscious whore.

“Just one more thing,” said Maria, bending down and grabbing Kandi’s hair and then lifting her up and placing the blonde bimbo over her right shoulder. She walked over to a freestanding trash can and kicked the lid off with her foot and then dumped Kandi ass-first into it. She then walked over and picked up the slut’s purse and hung it around her neck before picking up the metal lid of the trash can and whacking it sharply on the top of the bitch’s head, like she’d seen them do in WWF hardcore matches. She laughed when she saw how dented the lid was and then dropped it and turned to the driver and said with a smile, “Just doing my small part to clean up this city.”

The man just laughed and they both got back into the truck and headed off to finish their rounds, leaving Kandi with her cheeks wedged between her knees, both arms sticking up over her head, and her shoe dangling loosely from her left foot.