Savoy Complete by Goddess

The smoke curled lazily upwards stirred gently by the ceiling fan.  The Savoy was crowded that night as Caryn and Stan worked their way to their favorite back booth.  As she slide in, Caryn could feel Stan's hand gently pushing against her upper thigh.  “Keep that up darling and we won't be staying long enough to hear Mr. Brubeck darling,” Caryn said laughing.
 
“Now would that be so bad,” Stan laughed as he moved his hand a bit higher.  “After all, we do have CD's at home—right besides the bed.”
 
Turning her face towards Stan, Caryn leaned forward and stuck her tongue out seductively.  “If you had your way my dear, we would become two antisocial acrophobic who never left our bedroom!” Caryn kissed Stan lightly as she settled into the booth.
 
“Hmmmm….and the problem with that would be?” Stan asked smiling and reaching forward to cup her chin in his hand. “I would be able to have you all to myself and not share you with the world!”
 
“Ohhhhhhhh you do know what I love my dear,” Caryn leaned forward pressing her lips against Stan's.  Reaching for his hands, she drew small circles in his palms as they rested their hands on the table: underneath the table, their thighs pressed tightly together.
 
Murmuring their love for each other through kissing lips, they barely noticed the strains of the piano music that they had come to hear nor did they notice at the woman Standing near their booth in the over crowded room.
 
“Excuse me,” the tall brown-haired woman asked interrupting Stan and Caryn's concentration on each other, “do you mind if I sit with you?”
 
Caryn and Stan's glances quickly turned to the woman standing near them then returned towards each other.  Unspoken words passed between them as they silently agreed to allow the woman to sit with them.
 
Sliding over, Caryn smiled pleasantly trying to hide her mild annoyance at the disruption.  “Please have a seat dear.”  
As Stan began to slide out to give up his seat, the brown-haired woman waved him off. “Please don't get up, I will just sit here—I hate to have to bother the two of you.”
 
“It is no problem,” Stan said politely smiling.  “Seems like everyone in town is here tonight hear Mr. Brubeck.”  
 
“Those that have good taste anyway,” Caryn said with a soft laugh.  “My name is Caryn and this is Stan” Caryn continued: her hand resting lightly on Stan's.
 
“Hi Caryn, nice to meet you Stan,” the brunette said smiling, “My name is Mary Ann.”
 

Caryn smiled sideways at Stan.  “Looks like this is your lucky night my dear…Dave Brubeck at the piano and you sandwiched between two women.”
 
Stan blushed visibly as the two women laughed. Glancing back and forth between the two women he tried not to smile too brightly.  “Yeppers, every once in a while even the blind squirrel finds an acorn,” he joked.
 
Caryn and Mary Ann were trying hard not to be too obvious as they looked each other up and down.  Both were five foot eight with curvaceous bodies.  
 
The waitress came over and took their drink orders.  The trio exchanged small talk about the music, the bar, and their work.  As the moments went by, Stan noticed the glances the women were sharing between each other.  He smiled to himself as he wondered what they were thinking: it was becoming more obvious that they were appraising each other.
 
After the first set, the three applauded appreciatively.  “He is so good,” Mary Ann sighed.  “How he makes those fingers fly is beyond me. ”
 
“He does get better with age,” Caryn concurred.  “Just like you do Stan,” she whispered in his ear as she reached under the table and placed her hand on his knee.
 
Stan just smiled knowing he was incapable making a coherent comment at that point.
 
As the three exchanged small talk, Caryn's hand continued to slide up and down Stan's thigh under the table.  She pressed her shoulder against his; her soft caramel blonde hair brushing against his shoulder and neck.  His smile was more a product of the effect her hand was having on his lap than it was of the company and the music.
 
Caryn leaned tighter against Stan and slid her hand further to the right towards his right knee.  Her eyes grew large and froze.  Hers was not the only hand on Stan's knee.
 
As her fingers tightened around the unwelcome other fingers, she turned her gaze towards Mary Ann and smiled icily.  
 
Stan stiffened visibly as he realized that Caryn was now aware of Mary Ann's hand.
 
Mary Ann smirked at Caryn as she did not move her hand but instead tightened her fingers over Stan's knee.
 
Caryn continued to smile as her fingers dug under Mary Ann's as she tried to pry the unwanted digits from Stan's thigh.
 
A silent struggle ensued as Mary Ann was not about to loosen her grasp.  Fingers grappled under the table as both women worked for dominance over the other.  Twisting, turning, and digging nails into each others palms the women's faces were frozen into smiles that belied the anger and animosity that was growing between the two of them.    
 
In the midst of them, Stan smiled knowing better than to say anything at this point: rather he just enjoyed the women's struggle being carried out right across his increasingly aroused crotch.
 
“Get you hand off of therrrrrrrrrrrrrre,” Caryn growled through her tight smile.
 
“I don't think ssssssso,” Mary Ann hissed back.
 
“I said get your goddamned hand off himmmmmmm,” Caryn hissed louder.
 
“Fuck you,” Mary Ann sneered back.
 
The table was beginning to bounce upwards as their hand struggle was becoming more aggressive and their dislike for each other becoming increasingly verbal.
 
Out of the corners of his eyes, Stan suddenly saw two hands reaching out across the table as the two women reached for each other's hair.
 
Quickly regaining his composure, he grasped both their wrists and struggled to hold them to the table.  
 
“Whore, I said let go of himmmmmmm,” Caryn nearly spat.
 
“Fuck you bithchhhhhhhh,” Mary Ann said a bit too loudly.
 
“Girls, come on now!,” he said softly trying to quiet them while not trying to display his excitement at the events transpiring over him, “Do you two want to take this outside and settle this?”
 
The heated silence between the two women spoke their reply.
 
Mary Ann slid out of the booth followed by Stan and then Caryn.  Stan quickly placed himself between the two women whose venomous looks were being noticed by the other patrons.  “Come on girls,” he said softly enough for only them to hear as he ushered them to the back exit.
 
The door lock clicked loudly behind them.  They descended down the two stairs to the wet dank alley way lit by only a solitary spot light located high up on the wall of the building across the alley.  Stan quickly stepped back allowing the two women to face each other.  
 
Their shadows loomed eerily on the pavement as the two women slowly took off their rings and earrings storing them in their purses.  Each woman tossed her bag to the foot of the stairs while never taking their eyes off the other.
 other: stalking each other: searching for the others' weaknesses.
 
A few feet apart, both women slowly ran their hands through their hair before slowly moving towards each other. The women slid around each
“I am going to teach you to keep your filthy little hands were they belong,” Caryn growled as she swatted at Mary Ann's hands.
 
“"Oh I am going to teach you to keep you a lesson,” Mary Ann mocked as she slapped Caryn's hands away, “seems like my hands were where they were wanted…ask your sweetie--he didn't seem to mind.”

Stan sat on the top step transfixed by the sight of the lovely combatants. Their bodies cast curvaceous shadows on the filthy tarp of the alley while being silhouetted against the bricks of the buildings that contained them.
 
The strains of Dave Brubeck's set drifting out from the Savoy went unnoticed.  In the alley, the night air crackled with the growing hatred of the two women for each other.  
 
“Whore” spat Caryn slapping Mary Ann across the face.
 
“You fucking cunt!” Mary Ann whispered loudly as she her left hand rose to her reddening cheek.  “You bitch!” Her right hand flew towards Caryn's face.
 
Smacccccccck—Caryn's face turned slightly as she winced in pain from the impact of the slap.
 
The breathing of both women was now shallow and rapid.  Their mouths set in hard lines. The opening salvos had been launched.  There was no turning back now for either woman.  It was no longer about Stan: it was about pride and the refusal to be dominated by another woman.
 
The alley was splintered by the wild howls of the two women as they lunged at each other each grabbing two hands full of mane.  Wrapping their long fingers into the strands, they yanked viciously.  Their lovely faces contorted in pain and hatred as they struggled to hold their heads upright.
 
“You fucking two bit whore!” Caryn growled.
 
“Stinking skank!” Mary Ann snarled.
 
Their bodies slammed together: their breasts forming a secondary battle front. As they ground their breasts together, blouse buttons were became weapons of destruction as they pressed painful into and raked against tender flesh.  
 
Stan watched transfixed by the sights and sounds before him.  His eyes lit up as he heard the fabric of blouses surrendering to the force of the battle. He licked his lips as he watched the four lace bra clad breasts assaulting each other.  He thrilled at the continuation of the hair pulling marveling at how much pain each was able to endure.
 
Both women shoved and pushed into each other using their grips on each others hair for leverage.  Their nipples became hard from the constant rubbing against the lace of their bras and into each other.
 
“You fat assed cow!” Caryn spat.
 
“Who's a cow?” Mary Ann hissed, “Look at the size of your udders!”
 
Both women kicked savagely at each others shins as they continued their dance in the alley.  “Puta!” “Cunt lapper!” they shouted at each other. Releasing their grip on the other, they each backed up a step.
 
Their chests heaving as they surveyed each other: long gone were the two well dressed women that had gone to the Savoy for a night of music.  Now their blouses were ripped open. Their nipples hard and dark pressed against the fabric of their bras. Their hair in wild disarray and sweaty.  Their eyes revealing their desires to dominate the other at any cost.
 
Caryn tilted her head back and raised her chin slightly.  Her eyebrows rose over her blue eye.  A thin smile crossed her lips as she slowly began to unfasten her bra shaking her chest back forth invitingly as her breasts spilled out.
 
Mary Ann's brown eyes revealed her acceptance of the challenge as her hands slowly undid her bra.  Her forced smile could not hide her annoyance at the now obvious fact that Caryn had the much larger and shapelier breasts.
 
Reading the expression on Mary Ann's face, Caryn smiled.  “Darling, I would not worry about your breast being underdeveloped…then will be quite a bit bigger when I am done with them.”

Fuck you bitch,” Mary Ann spat as she shoved her breasts up into Caryn.

“You would like that,” Caryn hissed as she met Mary Ann's shove with one of her own.
 
Four lovely breasts banged together as the women wrapped their arms around each other's back.  Caryn lowered her hands around Mary Ann's waist while Mary Ann's were wrapped around the middle of Caryn's back.
 
Their mouths merely inches apart, they could feel and taste the hot sweetness of the other's breath.    
 
Caryn bent her knees slightly before tightening her grip and pulling up sharply into her foes lower back.  Mary Ann grunted at the insult.  “Whore!” she swore as she pulled her clasped hands tighter against Caryn's upper back.  Caryn groaned slightly.
 
Hard nipples were pressing together between their bodies.  Tit flesh no longer able to be contained in the vise-like grip the women were exchanging pressed painfully out between their bodies.
 
Soft moans of pain and grunts of exertion were the only sounds now in the alley as the two women's breasts battled for supremacy.
 
Their strong and lithe legs bent slightly at the knees as they pushed up and into each other their stocking clad feet not providing much traction for them on the damp alley.  Strong arm muscles strained as a fine patina of sweat made the two lovely women glisten eerily in the poorly lit arena of the alley.
 
Between them their aching nipples rubbed savagely wakening a primitive sexual pain that neither woman had ever experienced before.  Using their bodies as they were never intended to be used, the two women twisted and turned their torsos together grinding their tortured nipples together.  
 
To Stan the sight seemed some sort of macabre dance set to their grunts, moans, and panting: the women clutching each other, grinding to tops of their bodies together while kicking at each others legs.  As their "dance" progressed, they become increasingly unsteady as they both tried to hook their lower legs behind the others' knee.  Round and around they went, slowly at times while at other times accelerating for many long minutes.
 
Synchronized to a song only they were privy to, Caryn and Mary Ann let go or their grasp of the other and savagely tore into each others tender and raw breasts.  Their screeches of angered frustration and pain of having nails digging into their already bruised and battered nipples sliced through the alley.    
 
"I am going to rip your nipples right off your K-Mart specials!” Caryn growled hoarsely her lovely blue eyes wet with tears of pain and fury.
 
"Fat fucking chance bitch," Mary Ann spat back her face twisted in pain.  "I am going to shred your tits whore!"
 
Stan watched from atop his perch on the steps mesmerized by the primal battle taking place in front of him. He and Caryn had often exchanged bedtime banter about her fighting for him but he had never dreamt it would come to fruition.  Yet, here in front of him were his love and a stranger locked in a savage struggle for dominance over each other.  
 
The evening air was once again shattered by the piercing bellows of pain from the two women as they dug their talons deeper into now battered and bruised tit flesh.  Sadistic smiles were upon their lips as they began to yank each other around by the nipples in a tight circle.  
 
With their feet slipping and sliding underneath them, Caryn and Mary Ann began to kick at each others' shins and knees.  Caryn grunted loudly as she reached back and then slammed her heel on to the top of Mary Ann's foot.
 
"Fucking dyke!" Mary Ann screamed hopping on her left foot as she shoved her fingers and fists into Caryn's breasts.
 
"Insipid cow!" Caryn screamed as she began to fall backwards her feet slipping wildly on the pavement.  
 
Mary Ann let out a short and savage laugh as she watched her foe beginning to fall back before she felt her body being dragged forward to the ground as well:  Caryn's talons were still deeply imbedded into Mary Ann's breasts.
 
The two women landed on the dank and dirty pavement with a resounding thud on their sides. The impact of their landing stunning them for the briefest of moments when both women seemed frozen:  their naked breasts swollen, bruised and scratched: their stockings torn and tattered on their long legs: their once perfectly coiffed hair now in wild sweaty disarray: their lovely and sexy faces now set in the hard determination of one woman set solely on painfully destroying her rival.
 
"You mother fucking little douche bag whore, I am going to fucking make you wish you had never come to the Savoy ," Caryn hissed into Mary Ann's face.
 
"You pathetic excuse for a woman," Mary Ann hissed reaching up and yanking fiercely on Caryn's hair--their faces only inches apart--their bodies pressed hard together. "When I am done with you and done with your man--there will not be enough left of you for a dog to want."
 
"I am going to rip every goddamned hair out of your head and your skank cunt!" Caryn growled as she reached up and wrapped her rival's hair in her hands.  
 
Screaming, both women set about yanking the others head side to side as their legs wrapped around each others.  Slowly they rolled over each other across the dirty, wet, garbage strewn alley way.
 
Their groans and grunts of exertion and pain created a savage duet being playing out against the melody of their bodies shoving into each other as they each tried desperately to dominate the other.
 
As Caryn rolled on top, she slammed her elbow between Mary Ann's breasts.  
 
"Fucking Christ!"
 
Her eyes gleaming wildly Caryn leaned her entire weight onto her elbow.  "Give up bitch?"  
 
"Fucking no!!!!!!!!" Mary Ann screamed letting go of Caryn's hair as she began to pound Caryn on the back with her fists.  Using her legs Mary Ann desperately shoved her hips upwards once, twice.....
 
"Whore!" Caryn grunted as she weathered the blows and felt herself sliding to the side.
 
Mary Ann quickly seized the opportunity and rolled her body over onto Caryn's before beginning to pound her fists into every available inch of her foes' sides.
 
"Cunt," she screamed as she landed a blow to Caryn's ribs.
 
Caryn moaned in pain before reaching back and raking her talons up the back of Mary Ann's knees right up to her ass.
 
"Like it bitch?  Like it mean and hard?" Caryn hissed.
 
"Skank dyke," Mary Ann sneered.
 
Wildly both women began to scratch, claw, maul, and punch at each other rolling over and over each other.
 
Stan watched the savage display in awe.  As they rolled it was often impossible to distinguish one woman from the other: their bodies so tightly wrapped around each other in the heat of their battle for dominance.

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Their hoarse shrieks of the agony they were inflicting upon each other pierced the midnight air of the dank alley, reverberating off the brick walls. Thrashing more slowly now, their fingers gnarled together, they ground their fists into each other's ribs as they rolled slowly over each other.

Caryn grunted as she ground her knee up and between Mary Ann's thigh savoring the sharp high moan her blow had elicited. “Feels good doesn't it bitch,” Caryn hissed as she pulled her knee back slightly, “Have another you motherless whore!” she grunted as she once again drove her knee up and into Mary Ann's pussy.

“Your MOTHER!” rolling to the dominant position Mary Ann spat back as she wedging her elbow between Caryn's ravaged breasts. “Fucking nasty bitch!”

Stan's eyes widened in horror as he watched Mary Ann rise up on her knees before dropping her full weight onto her elbow between Caryn's breasts: her screams of agony ripping through him.

Reveling in Caryn's agony, a savage smile crossed Mary Ann's face. “You are going down bitch—then I am going to show your man what a REAL woman feels like!” She snarled as she lunged forward burying her elbows into Caryn's battered and exposed nipples.

Caryn's back arched in pain. Tears streaming down her eyes, she raked her nails savagely down Mary Ann's arms leaving wide swaths of red welts. Mary Ann laughed as she spits in Caryn's face. “Going to take more than a few scratches you used up cow.”

“Fuck you!” Caryn groaned her mind clouded and whirling from the pain. Wildly she continued to claw; reaching up blindly her nails swiping at Mary Ann's face catching her cheek.

“Bitching whore!” screaming, ducking and bobbing her head; her body listing side to side now as Caryn's claws continued to come precariously close to her face. “CUNT!” Mary Ann bellowed rolling to the side as she felt Caryn's claws raking down the side of her face leaving four long red welts.

Her back arched high as she drew in long breaths trying to regain her composure and her wind

Caryn gulped for air; her chest and lungs aching as she slowly to her knees. She wiped the tears from her eye with the back of her hands; the dirt on her face smearing like war paint. “Fucking bitch” she groaned as she slowly rose unsteadily to her feet.

Mary Ann's hand was on the side of her face: her cheek hot and burning from the welts that Caryn had left upon her. Her eyes welled with hatred, “You will pay bitch!” she growled remaining on her side panting.

“Not bloody likely!” Caryn screamed as she lunged forward grabbing Mary Ann by the hair and rolling her onto her back. Caryn slammed her ass down hard upon Mary Ann's stomach.

Mary Ann's back jerked off the ground as the air was driven out of her; her eyes rolling back. As her torso fell back, Caryn yanked her back up again by the hair with her left hand and slapped her hard across the face with her right hand. “Fucking cunt! You DARE think my Stan would look at you?? You BITCH!” Rising up on her knees again, Caryn slammed back down upon her foe.

Mary Ann groaned loudly; her body flaccid; her face ashen and streaked with red welts; her lips pursed tightly in pain.

Caryn's voice was a hoarse scream as she grabbed Mary Ann by the hair and pulled her face to hers, “Come on bitch….admit it…..you have lost……….say it whore!”

“Fuck you!” Mary Ann whispered her face contorted into an evil grimace as she spit into Caryn's face.

“YOU CUNT” Caryn shrieked as she let go of Mary Ann's hair and grabbed her about the throat. “SAY IT BITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKING SAY IT!”

From the bottom of the steps, Stan heard the applause ending and chairs scraping across the hardwood floor of the Savoy . “Fucking Christ!—what the fuck!” His mind raced as he watched his beloved Caryn atop the now beaten but unrepentant Mary Ann.

“Caryn baby!” he called out to his love as he ran over to her, “Baby you have beaten her…let's go….it is time to go sweetie.” Placing his hands upon her shoulders he gently pulls her back.

“Fucking bitch give up!!!!!!!” Caryn screamed hoarsely not noticing Stan's presence; her hands still on Mary Ann's throat.

Kneeling beside the two women, Stan whispered in Caryn's ear, “Baby, Caryn…let go of her!”

“NO she hasn't said it Stan!” Caryn's eyes blazed with hatred.

Wrapping is arms around her; Stan reached down and grabbed Caryn's hands. “Baby you won….it is over my love….please let go of her!” His lips brushed against the side of her neck softly as he loosened her fingers from Mary Ann.

Caryn's fingers loosened and Stan tenderly pulled her arms back to her sides. “Time to go baby….the music has finished.” As he helped her stand up, Stan gently brushed her hair back from her face.

Turning her face towards Stan, her eyes were wide and child-like, “Stan—she wanted you…….she thought...”

“Shh shhhh shhhh my love,” he murmured into Caryn's ear before pulling her face to his chest, “She could never have me baby….YOU are the only one I want….YOU are my baby—my love---my soul mate.”

Caryn's body trembled as she slid deeper into Stan's arms. Holding Caryn close with one arm, Stan slipped his sports coat off and slipped it over her. “There you go baby……..time we went home and I take care of you.”

Nodding softly Caryn looked up at Stan her voice soft and questioning, “I did alright didn't I Stan?”

Brushing her hair lightly, Stan smiled tenderly,”you did wonderful baby…..you did wonderful.”