Fort Worth Fury

Part III The Brick House Brawl

It was D’s turn now and both Nikki and “D” knew J.C. ‘s third girl had to be something special.  This girl and Dawnique had been eyeing each other throughout the entire ordeal; suddenly Dawnique realized this girl worked at the firm as a customer service rep and had been there for months. She was a mole, J.C.’s mole who “D” had staring matches before. Dawnique wanted to kick her @$$ but she was constantly reminded by Nikki that this was not the old days so Nikki admonished her to “let it slide” .  Now the old days have caught up with them both.

“OK J.C. who is this b!%@#?

 “D” sweety, baby, now that’s no way to talk about someone you’re just meeting J.C. said sarcastically.

“Who is she? Well, she is your replacement in more ways than one” he offered smiling. “Her name is Jessica if you most know”

Jessica was physically Dawnique’s twin though not as muscular; height, weight and skin color a smooth peanut butter brown, still athletically built yet shapely, what the broth’as called a “brick house”. Jessica’s skill was a mystery and J.C. was not telling only smiling. Nikki advised Dawnique as she was getting ready for the match.

” D, we don’t know s#!% about this h@# but we do know J.C. and we do know you.   J.C. always said you were the best natural street fighter male or female he had ever seen, that you could read an opponent faster than anyone”. “ He told me that you learned in the middle of fighting, that you were a prodigy”

“So what does that mean?” required “D”

“It means that N!&&@! always hedges his bets: 1. He would not put someone against you who he thought would loose. 2. It means that what he saw in you he found in her. 3. Most of all it means what he taught you he taught her and more”. “Now my advice is that you take this b!%@# out in a quick and the ruthless way.” “If you can’t take her out quick whatever she does to you, do worse to her two times plus one”.

“Are you two girls finished we don’t have all night”, J.C. said with both arms extended.

“Keep your jock on J.C., there are plenty of hospital beds for your new hoochie” barked “D”.

Dawnique was wearing a blue sports bra and white shorts over a navy blue French cut workout leotard. To everyone’s surprise Jessica was dressed identically; everyone except Jessica and J.C. This was just a ploy to unnerve “D”. It did not however, Dawnique was used to all of J.C.’s mind games in fact she helped him design some of them, besides she was completely over him so being replaced was more a relief than anything.  The only man Dawnique was thinking about was her new man Lee. Dawnique’s head was clear for the fight.

They walked slowly toward one another their large chests heaving slowly with their chiseled six packs acting in sensual symphony.  They stood toe to toe eye to eye nipple to nipple, their sinewy thighs and full diamond shaped calves flexing involuntarily like that of track stars before a race. Neither woman was in a hurry they both knew this would be the fight of their life and they were both searching for a weakness in the eyes of the other, yet found none.

Dawnique broke silence, “Well B!%@# how you wanna' do this?”

“J.C. says you are the strongest woman he ever met until he met me so let’s see what you got? Said Jessica.

The two mid sized Amazons raised their hands slowly then interlocked their fingers took one step back and the struggle began. Every muscle in their backs pronounced and flexing, in no time at all they were drenched with perspiration pressing pushing back and forth grunting and groaning like twins in labor paining to be delivered. Simultaneously they buried their heads beneath the other’s chest shoulder to shoulder they converted the struggle into a Middle Eastern shoulder press. Now giving their all, the back and forth action turned into a circling motion, causing their muscular buttocks to rotate and quiver seeking to help the effort.

There would have been complaints from the onlookers but the sight of these magnificent physical specimens embattle in sweat was all too exciting especially for the men. Suddenly Jessica broke the fingerlock in a yanking motion and shot toward D’s left leg taking her down to the ground with a thud.  “D” attempted an emergency counter by kicking her in the head with the other foot but Jessica skillfully slipped the kick, turned “D” over by twisting the ankle then clamped on a jiu jitstu knee lock. This move causes immediate pain to the victim; “D’s” left leg, butt cheek and knee were hyper-extended the rest of her body was pressed against the ground in pushup position she gave a growl of pain,”ARRRRRRRRAH!!!!!! When Nikki saw this she cried out “awe s#!%!”

 

“D” was not really familiar with jiu jitsu technically but she was not one to stay in what she called ‘an @$$ whoop position’. “D” cleverly rammed the tip of her right foot into the crack of Jessica’s behind forcing her to release her hold squealing and holding her butt. The small crowd roared with laughter. With quick recovery “D” ran toward her retreating foe and delivered a flying double drop kick to the side of her head. “D” then got up, locked on a leg scissors to Jessica’s head and attempted to stand up to convert it into a pile driver but to no avail for Jessica spread her legs distributing her weight making it impossible for “D” to do what she wanted. So “D” settles for the scissors with a crotch-lock re-enforcement clasping her hands between Jessica’s legs, and pressing her knuckles against Jessica’s vaginal area. This is always an uncomfortable hold to be in but pressed between the thighs of a woman who leg presses over 1000lbs is a bad trip. “D” also stretched Jessica’s neck by arching her back and thighs backward then flexing her now sweat laden butt cheeks. Jessica was moaning shamelessly at this point frantically trying to think of a way out of the obvious pain and inward humiliation of passing out between the legs of her man’s Ex.

“Well B!%@#! How does the @$$! Whoopin’ feel?” taunted Dawnique.

F()@%! You H@#! You ain’t got S#!%!” answered Jessica.   Fortunately for Jessica she was able to eventually pry her self free because of “D” excessive sweating; they scrambled to the feet swinging savagely but unlike Nikki and Janet they wanted to test each other’s body’s rather that go for the head. There was an occasional shot to the jaw and side of the head but most of the shots were from the collarbone to the belly button.  This exchange was intense to say the least, ribs popping, abs contracting breasts contorting; because of their fairer complexions reddish bruises appeared almost instantly. Animal like sounds resounded with every punch and counter punch, their foreheads colliding from time to time taking the minds off the immense pain inflected on their sexy torsos.

The trash talk continued, “Yea heifer that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” offered Jessica. “Shut up lil H@#! You no you wanna' cry!” demanded Dawnique.  After over five minutes of this pugilistic display they clenched but more in the typical resting hold with occasional punch here and there; they locked in front chokeholds. Immediately the two sensual warriors began the battle dance for superiority, bending, twisting, stretching and flexing battered feminine bone and muscle. The struggle took the them to a three bar steel railing that divided two parking lots “D” and Jessica collided into it side ways then they began to roll across it using their mighty thighs and powerful calves to gain advantage. “D” suddenly remembered her little friend in the first match so she crashed her matchless butt cheek into Jessica’s hip and partially flipped her over the railing but Jessica quickly rapped her right leg around the middle and bottom bars with her left leg hanging on the other side. With her left foot Jessica braced her self to keep from falling over to the other side of the railing while still holding her choke on “D”. “D” took full advantage Jessica’s balancing act and locked her legs around Jessica’s right leg affixing it to the railing she then bent forward placing excruciating pain on Jessica’s lower back and muscular buttocks. “D” also modified her choke hold to concentrate on stretching Jessica’s chin; with every ounce of strength left “D’ pressed her opponent until she heard Jessica’s outcry, her back popped and her last whimper and she heard the trilogy of defeat. “D” dismounted her broken foe slowly leaving her hanging on the railing crying out “AAAAAAHHHHH god help me”.

J.C. was obviously upset cursing in a crescendo “awe d@^^^ ! d@^^^ ! d@^^^  !” The pain and humiliation he had planned for his Ex and her friends had turned on him and his crew. “D” was leaning over the railing catching her breath; J.C. and his goons were walking toward Jessica to take her away to the emergency room. “D” held up her hand and spoke “I aint done with this h@# yet”

 J.C. demanded, “Awe come on Dawnique you beat her already”

“I ain’t done, you know the rules N!&&@!” They stopped in their tracks knowing the could not violate the street rule of finishing:

“It was not over till the winning B!%@# said it was over” a J.C. quote. 

“D” was not usually cruel but she had a special interest in hurting and humiliating Jessica, so she pulled her by the ears to the ground, stomped her in the solarplex, then pulled her by the hair back to the railing placing the back of her head on the middle rail. “D” then climbed to the other side of the railing reached through grabbing into Jessica’s sports bra clamping down on her breasts. “J.C. get this B!%@#! Off Me!”

“Nah C()^%! It’s me you need to be talkin’ to! Now beg Mama to stop whoopin’ yo’ @$$!”

“F()@%! You!” retorted Jessica.  This was a mistake; Dawnique continued pulling until Jessica’s head was through the other side then mounted Jessica face to crotch and squeezed as hard as she could with her shapely muscular thighs.

Jessica’s sweaty frame pulsated as Dawnique flexed and pulled; only Jessica’s muffled cries could be heard echoing throughout the near empty lot. Jessica’s arms were desperately grasping backward at Dawnique's thighs and buttock to no avail, her six pack was in full display contracting with every movement, legs in a half squat thighs wide open and even her womanhood pulsating as if it could some how rescue her from this unthinkable distress. Finally Jessica’s body convulsed and rested then Dawnique dismounted her victim letting her slump to the ground gagging in her own spittle.

J.C.’s plan was thwarted but being the low life he was he said, "Well at least I can sell the best d@^^^ video I ever sold”. 

“Low life_” sneered Nikki.

They collected Jessica got back in the van and drove off.

Nikki, Consuelo and Dawnique drove to the nearest clinic to be checked out, as they traveled they were bragging on each others performance and commenting on how their Fury was underestimated.

               

G-Man