Stairway Standoff
The Battle between Brigitte and Chandelle

by Deacon

"Clubbin" they tell me that back in the day it was all about the music the dance hanging with your friends maybe meeting a nice guy and just having a good time. Some would say that's all that it is about now but I think they are foolin' themselves or they just go to some real dead wack @$$! Clubs. Now a days it's all about who has the ballin'est S#!%t! The ballin'est dress ballin'est shoes ballin'est hur' ballin'est nails the ballin'est ride and the baggin'est ballin'est body and girl that was me!

"My name is Brigitte yea' my mamma named me after a famous French actress from back in the day, I ain't no Sheniqua my S#!%! means somethin'. I finished High School and went straight to the community college to study Phlebotomy. I work part time at the free clinic and the Family Dollar sto', I ain't ghetto well unless a buster tries to run up or act up then they got to get smacked up fa' sho'!"

Hello, that was Brigitte Stallworth, LA native, a Dorsey High School graduate, a steady 3.2 GPA, track and field sprinter, part-time club runway model, cheerleader and all round party girl. She dreams of marrying a charming handsome rich guy who will treat her like a Sepia Cinderella. Before the fairy tale part was to be fulfilled she wanted to make her mark in life, to be her own woman to be independent. Why she felt the 'club life' would get her closer to her goal was a mystery except that she won most of the amateur modeling, beauty and rump shaker in a wet T-shirt and G-string contests etc. These ghettoized events seemed to validate her self worth in some pitiful sort of way also it introduced her to minor luminaries like club owners, Rap stars, singers, independent record label producers and horny businessmen and politicians who would get duped into supporting all of them. In order to maintain her low-level status she had to keep winning and with her natural dancing talent, her LA Face and her Oakland booty she had no competition until Chandelle.

It was the worst night of Brigitte's young life at the Club Maxims, she entered a dance contest and some Hefa tied for the win and she had to split the prize money, the same went for g-string contest even when she hit the dance floor which would usually be her domain but now it all was challenged. The familiar sensory magnets; crowd noises, pulsating beat, blaring music and range of illuminated hues flashing had become an annoyance. Plus the comments from the people who usually gave her all the props for being the club Diva now had changed to; "That new girl is bad Brigitte you got a lil' comp' now huh?" Even to things like; "nothing lasts forever Boo everybody meets their match sometimes"

What really was disheartening to her is when the club owner invited both of them to sit with "Big Tymers" at their request and she had to share the lime light with "that b!%@#! b!%@#!" As she referred to her. After about fifteen minutes of cattish remarks, shameless simpering, glaring at one another and the men in the private room egging them on almost simultaneously asked to be excused to the powder room. Big Jake the club owner instructed them to use separate facilities "you girls go to you separate corners" the Louisiana Hot boys just broke in to uncontrolled ghetto/country laughter falling over, banging on the table, stomping their feet and giving each other dap. The sight of the two bombshells walking away only interrupted this sophomoric behavior.

Brigitte went to the ladies room on the west side of the club found an empty stall sat down cursing under her breath, wiped flushed went to the sink washed her hands check her self composed herself from head to toe then headed for the door for round two. By the time she opened the door she knew she was not ready and needed a little more time so she decided to take the long way back underground using the stairwell that passed by Jake's wine seller. Halfway down after leaving the second level she was body checked by a physique that was as solid and curvaceous as hers; it was Chandelle.

Chandelle was about a half-inch taller than Brigitte was but otherwise they were physical twins. Large almond shaped eyes, soft cheeks supported by strong jaw lines, long swanlike necks, broad yet feminine shoulders, sensuously sinewy tree shaped back development, shinny melon like mammary illumined by perspiration and sparkles, abdominal formation of Olympic proportions which poured into their vigorous curvaceous and flexing thighs like butter to hot baked buns. Their strong sexy well-rounded butts seemed to be natural rivals, as did their silken copious quadrilateral calves. Both women were wearing form fitting plastic micro-mini skirts Brigitte' burgundy and Chandelles' was purple both with 3-inch crystal stilettos. Neither wore any jewelry for they both expected to be accessorized by some horny adoring admirer before the night was over. Their differences were just as exciting; Brigitte's tress was full, bone straight and beyond shoulder length and Chandelle's was wilder to the small of her back highlighted with blonde streaks.

Chandelle slammed her body into Brigittes' setting her back on her heels and pressing her into the railing such that she had to brace herself with both hands.

Chandelle's assault was designed not only to intimidate but to do damage as well; as she rammed Brigitte backward she wrapped her left arm about Brigitte's torso applying a kidney claw, locked her mighty thigh against Brigitte's with a kind of forward stance pressing pelvis to pelvis then was delivering a Slap from another hemisphere.

Brigitte being an undefeated street fighter; she had to be; it isn't easy being a popular pretty girl with a little some thing going for you in the ghetto. Though her hands were occupied and her legs unstable she still found a way to gain the upper hand; as her butt crashed into the railing but before Chandelle' could land her blow with her right hand Brigitte sunk her teeth into Chandelle's left tit causing her to scream bloody murder; A AAAaahhuuhh F()@%!in' B!%@#! B!%@#! @

Brigitte quickly assessed Chandelle's physical prowess when their bodies collided so she knew not to trade blows or moves only to move wingedly into devastation mode besides the A Drop It Like It's Hot Contest @ was coming up and she wanted to win that trip to Jamaica. With Chandelle out of the way she knew she was a shoe in. Brigitte would never have attacked Chandelle this way but she was given the opportunity to take out her competition and that's just what she planned to do besides Granny always said; A If you can = t chew it don = t bite it and if you chew it you got to swallow it @

Without hesitation Brigitte dropped to her knees ripped at Chandelle's rhombus shaped calves then double clutched Chandelle's mighty glutei at the divide between lower butt and upper thighs, lifted her up moved slightly forward then performed an Atomic Pelvic Pile Driver ramming Chandelle's womanhood by gravity into her knee bone. EEEEEeeeee! My P()$$Y! Cried the injured Valkyerie looking upward with bulged water filled eyes and a vein-riddled neck. Chandelle fell awkwardly onto the steps banging head against the concrete wall. Her sparse dress now at her waist betraying the fact that she only wore a g-string she was holding her self and though the edge of a step was wedged deeply into the crack of her behind that pain was minuscule in comparison to her vaginal distress. By this time Brigitte was stomping her about the face tits as if she was trying to kill a fast project roach. Brigitte's cruelty knew no bounds; she then dragged her foe down the stairs. Chandelle's head not missing a step to the next level blood now mingled with her black hair and blonde streaks. At the bottom of the stairwell Brigitte applied a thigh lock bow and arrow combo creating a sweaty brown contortion. Brigitte pressed downward on the hold reached for her nemesis lower labium then sought to break Chandelle's back while ripping at her womanhood.

Chandelle's cries of agony went from soprano to a deep guttural alto, one sweaty scar torn breast now exposed, her muscular arms twitching as she launched feeble attempts at scratching for freedom but to no avail. Chandelle's cascading six pack was exposed, pronounced, distended and contracting but even its powerful presence could not assist her against Brigitte's relentless onslaught.

Chandelle's every orifice began to make unnatural sounds her twisted body drenched with sweat her skin battered bruised and bloody and if that was not enough now the great humiliation was coming from the girl she was sure she could defeat. Brigitte began to taunt her "Now what B!%@#! B!%@#!? Who is Grand Diva now!" Chandelle was extremely limber but Brigitte was taking her beyond the pale and she knew it so she attempted to eke out a pitiful A please @ from her trembling froth and blood filled lips but it would not come, so the next sound that was heard amid the whimpering was "SNAP!" something in the muscular beauty's back gave way.

It was over Brigitte released her holds then gasped for air leaning on Chandelle's broken quivering body. Remarkably though not able to move or speak Chandelle to her chagrin was still conscious, eyes open with tears flowing. Brigitte realized this and decided that it would be better if Chandelle was out cold so she turned her over mounted her crotch to face and squeezed her mighty glutei and thighs rhythmically until Chandelle's muffled moans subsided. She left her fallen foe for the staff to find and take to Cedar Sinai's emergency room.

Brigitte went to the restroom to freshen up then she went on to win the last contest.

Word got around what Brigitte had done to Chandelle, Brigitte's rep graduated from fame to infamy for it was later discovered that Chandelle was a bodybuilder, martial artist and ex-con who just got out of jail for killing her six foot three two hundred pound husband in a fit of jealous rage with her bare hands.

Brigitte thought nothing of it because she never even anticipated loosing to anyone especially another woman; in her heart Brigitte knew she was Grande Diva and could never be defeated.

Brigitte spent a fun filled week of enjoying the island paradise of Jamaica. Did she find the man of her dreams well just take a look at her and tell me what you think?

The End