KO Kandi – “Knock-Out in Aisle Seven”

Kandi Kane softly moaned and rolled over, and then sat up when that resulted in her striking the side of her couch. The voluptuous 5’ 8” woman, who measured 44DD-26-38, shook her head of honey-blonde hair, opened her dazzling blue eyes, and looked around in confusion, trying to figure out why she was on the floor of her living room. Then she recalled her encounter with her Japanese neighbor, Aiko, and she groaned as she carefully readjusted her leopard-print bra back over her bruised and scratched up breasts. “Lousy yellow bitch, using that martial arts stuff on me,” the blonde slut said as she slowly, painfully, stood up and made her way into the bathroom. She paused to check herself out in the mirror and let out an infuriated and disgusted scream when she saw her beautiful face covered with jizz. “That stinking slant-eyed cunt!” she growled, cleaning her face off vigorously with a washcloth and then re-applying her make-up.

The big bimbo made her way out to the kitchen to get something to eat, only to be reminded by her practically empty fridge that she hadn’t gone shopping this week. With an annoyed sigh, she trudged back to her bedroom and carefully got dressed in a half T-shirt and shorts combination and then headed for the nearest grocery store.

Kandi made her way down the frozen food aisle, gazing longingly at the triple fudge ice cream but buying the fat-free raspberry yogurt instead after glancing down at her stomach and not liking the way it had started to hang over the top of her shorts. She reluctantly pushed her half-filled shopping cart away from the tempting dairy section after one last look back at the delicious treats. And that’s when her cart struck something.

Or, to be more precise, someone.

“Hey! Watch you’re going,” said a dusky-skinned woman, shoving the cart backwards so that the handle struck Kandi sharply in the belly. She was an inch or two shorter than the blonde whore, but of a stockier build, measuring 36B-26-40. She had dark hair, half-hidden beneath a linen scarf wound around her head, and dark eyes with a red spot in between them. She was wearing a plum colored bare-midriff dress and her navel was pierced with a golden barbell-like charm.

“Oomph!” gasped the slut. “Geez, no need to get your turban in a twist.”

The other woman was about to walk away when her brown eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed in anger. “You! You are the worthless tramp my Jalil found so interesting!” she hissed, ramming the cart into the blonde bimbo’s stomach again, only harder this time.

“Woof!” grunted Kandi as she almost lost her balance and pitched headfirst into her cart. But she somehow managed to stay upright and said in her most threatening voice, “Lady, I don’t know who the fuck you are, or who this Jelly guy is, but I’m telling you now that this is not a good time to get on my nerves.”

“Jalil was my fiancé and, I’m sad to say, a fan of yours. I think he owned all of your videos and insisted that I watch them with him as a sort of sick foreplay. In fact, it got to the point where he couldn’t even make love to me without having one of your damn videos on the whole time,” she growled, glaring across the cart at the bemused bimbo.

“I don’t doubt it,” the blonde whore grinned. “I mean, look at you. You’re a dumpy little thing and I’m…Well, I’m me. Of course he’d prefer me to you. What man in his right mind wouldn’t?” She proudly stuck out her chest, and then winced as the material of her bra dug into the tender tit-flesh, reminding her of her recent battles.

“Very true, that is why I left Jalil and joined an exclusive woman’s club. You see, I thought the reason he hadn’t found me sexy was because I was out of shape, but at the gym I met someone who taught me that the fault was Jalil’s, not mine,” the Hindi woman explained.

“Well, that’s just peachy. I hope you and your new guy are very happy. Now, if you’ll move your fat ass, I have shopping to do,” Kandi said, attempting to push her cart around the smaller woman.

“Oh, you misunderstand…Kandi, is it not?” the Hindi asked, reaching out and preventing the cart from moving by her. The blonde whore nodded, scowling, and the other woman smiled and continued, “Yes, I thought I recalled the name from the many times Jalil moaned it during our love-making. I am Kirsi. Anyway, as I was saying, my new lover is not a man, she is a woman, Ganesa, and she completes me.”

“Great. Drop me a line at `citizenkane@home.com’ and I’ll be sure to include you two on my Christmas list,” the tramp said with a deep sigh and once more attempted to move her cart by the Hindi woman. And once again Kirsi prevented her from doing so. “Listen, you crazy carpet-munching twat, I don’t know what you want from me, but I’ve got better things to do than stand here all day and listen to you go on about how happy you are now that you’ve discovered your inner dyke. So, for the last time, get your fucking fat ass out of my way.”

“What I want, you brain-dead bimbo,” said Kirsi, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper as she shoved the cart out of the way and advanced on the taller woman, “is to thank you for being the unknowing instrument that allowed me to find who I truly am. And the only fitting way I can see to do that is…THIS!” She suddenly belted Kandi right in the face, knocking the silly slut back into the low freezer, right on top of the frozen yogurt. Before the blonde whore could even attempt to right herself, Kirsi grabbed her by the hair and literally pulled her out of the storage unit and onto the floor. “Get up, Kandi. My gratitude is only beginning.” She roughly yanked the whore to her feet and then leveled a punch into her chest, flattening the right tit painfully. The tired tramp let out a howl and Kirsi smiled and punched the left breast with equal ferocity while bringing her knee sharply up between the blonde bitch’s legs, causing Kandi to rise to her tiptoes and let out a strangled scream.

The noise from the catfight brought several checkers and the manager to the frozen foods section, not to mention the growing knot of shoppers, but when they saw who was getting the worst of it they made no attempt to stop Kirsi from beating the blonde bitch. A few of the checkers who had been the previous victims of Kandi’s attitude, and whose boyfriends/husbands were fans of the company she worked for, and of her especially, even shouted encouragement to the Hindi.

“Kick that bitch’s ass, lady!” they called out.

Kirsi nodded and powered a punishing blow to just below the waistband of Kandi’s shorts, and all of the air in the big whore’s body just left in an agonized “Whoosh!” She would have collapsed to her knees had it not been for the tight grip the Hindi had on her hair. “On your feet, bitch. You heard the people,” she said, ramming her knee into the same spot as the previous punch. With no air left in her lungs, Kandi could only make disgusting gurgling noises as drool dribbled from the corner of her mouth. The Hindi yanked her upright again and then snapped her right foot into the whore’s crotch several times in rapid succession, each blow bringing a panted whimper from the slut as she feebly tried to block the flurry of blows with her hands. “Keep your hands out of the way or I’ll just break them,” Kirsi warned, continuing to kick the skank in the pussy. Kandi pulled her hands away and the Hindi nodded. “Good tramp,” she said, rearing back and delivering one last kick to the slut’s aching pussy that lifted her completely off her feet. Kandi landed unsteadily, her knees pressed tightly together and her blue crossed from the pain. The blonde whore wobbled back and forth and likely would have fallen face-first on the ground had Kirsi not leaned back against the freezer and then shot both her feet up and straight into the dizzy bitch’s chest. Kandi went flying backwards and struck the glass door of the stand-up freezer with her head and then did topple slowly over to land tit-first on the ground.

The small crowd applauded and Kirsi bowed. “Thanks, but the show’s not quite over yet,” she said, walking over and looping her arms beneath the barely conscious bimbo and lifting her up onto her knees.

“What in the name of Shiva is going on here?!” demanded a dark-skinned woman, pushing her way through the knot of people. “Kirsi? What are you doing?”

“Hi, Ganesa. I’m just doing like you taught me and taking control of my destiny,” she replied with a giggle, placing the blonde slut’s head between her legs and then looping her arms around Kandi’s waist.

“Is that who I think it is?” Ganesa asked.

“Sure is,” Kirsi replied, leaning back and flipping the bimbo’s feet straight up as her head slid free of the Hindi’s thighs. Kirsi then power-slammed her on the cold floor, the dazed bitch’s back taking the brunt of the blow. Kandi groaned pitifully but Kirsi just laughed and rolled backwards while still maintaining her grip on the slut’s legs, launching her over her and sending the skank flying face-first into a pyramid display of canned goods. When the last of the cans had settled, partially burying the battered and broken blonde bitch, Kirsi walked over and dragged Kandi from the pile by her hair and then reached down and hooked her arms around Kandi’s chest, under her arms, and lifted her until she was just off her knees. “Ganesa, meet Kandi. Kandi…? I guess now’s not a good time for her, what with her being unconscious and all,” Kirsi laughed.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to take her with us, so I can have the pleasure of making her acquaintance when she wakes up,” Ganesa giggled, grabbing Kandi’s cart and transferring the contents into the freezer. “Don’t you think?”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Kirsi nodded, hoisting the unconscious blonde onto her shoulder and then dropping her roughly into the empty cart to the cheers and applause of the store’s crew and patrons.

She and Ganesa kissed, causing the crowd to break into fresh applause, and then they pushed the cart, and their unwilling guest, out to their car.