Vegas Boxing Babes
                      By
                Ronin

Brittainy and Vannessa  were two of the hottest dancers on the Las Vegas
strip.   They had competed with each other for some time, over gigs,
magazine covers,  center-folds,  and men.  They had a lot in common.   They
were big beautiful women who took pride in their bodies.   Brittainy was a
pale blonde beauty.   Vannessa was black and gorgeous.   They shared a
trainer named Rod Hardon.   He kept them both in tip-top shape.
     As mentioned above,  the two girls vied with each other for fame and
fortune.   At first,  it was a friendly contest,  but as the stakes rose,
the friendship faded.   Every time one girl succeeded it would fan the
flames of envy and hatred in the other.
    When I say that Brittainy and Vannessa shared their trainer,  I mean
that in the most intimate terms.   Rod regarded them both as his most valued
clients.   He gave the two girls very special attention.   This was yet
another point of contention between the two beauties.  In his younger days,
Rod had been aprofessional wrestler.   He had been a pretty boy who usually
lost to the bad guy.   Nevertheless,  he had a small but devoted following
of young women.  He had a good physique and a handsome face,  which he used
to parlay into a career as a personal trainer.   He made a very nice living.
Almost all of his clientele were female.   He had a large house,  and,  in
the backyard he kept a boxing ring where he'd occasionally wrestle young
men. 
     The conflict between Brittainy and Vannessa came to a head when
Brittainy won a part on the Las Vegas Crime Lab TV Show.   Vannessa had
wanted that part so badly she could taste it.   The two divas had gone to
the same restaurant.   Vannessa had made a scene,  calling the blonde beauty
various names,  and accusing her of sleeping her way onto the show.   In
response,  Brittainy had slapped the Afro-American girl hard across the
face.   There had been a brief scuffle as the two young glamor girls were
pulled apart by their respective entourages.   Rod had witnessed this
confrontation,  and had an idea.   He saw a way to make a tidy profit from
the antagonism between the two professional beauties.
    To call Rod a sleazebag would be an insult to all the respectable
sleazebags.   He went to both girls with the same proposal.   He asked each
of them if they would enjoy getting into the ring with her rival and
punching the crap out of her.   Now,  if either Brittainy or Vannessa had
had any brains,  they would have said no,  but if you added the two bimbos'
Iqs together you would get a two digit number.   So,  they immediately
agreed  with his idea.
     Rod's idea,  if you haven't already guessed,  was to hold a boxing
match in his backyard.   He took a week to teach the girls the most
rudimentary boxing skills.   Then,  on a Sunday afternoon,  he invited them
to his home to have it out at last.   He also hired a camera team to record
the fight. 
  In the ring,  the girls wore  only boxing gloves and thongs.   Brittainy's
were green.   Vannessa was in yellow.   As they came to the center of the
ring,  their bare breasts collided.   Each girl felt her rival's firm,  full
bosoms on their own.   Simultaneously,  they let out a small gasp of
pleasure.   The thought of erotically dominating her enemy appealed to both
young women.   
    When Rod rang a bell,  the two beauties started punching.  At first,
the punches were wild,  missing more times than landing.   Brittainy,
however,  was finally able to clot Vannessa on the right temple.   This
stunned the black belle.   The blonde followed up with a left to the
bread-basket.   Vannessa grunted and threw a left to the white girl's tits.
Brittainy came back with a combination to Vannessa's bust-line.   The dark
skinned girl's eyes widened in shock.   Brittainy launched a right cross,
catching Vannessa on the jaw.   The black bombshell went to the canvas with
a thud. 
  Rod started to count.   Vannessa was up at '4'.   Her legs were a bit
wobbly.   Brittainy tried to finish her off but the black girl was able to
cover up.   Vannessa barely survived the first round.   She was relieved
when Rod rang the bell.  The fighters returned to their corners.
  Brittainy sniggered,  "You are too easy.    I was expecting a real fight."
Vannessa lowered her head in shame.   As the bell rang to start round two,
the black girl got slowly to her feet.   Brittainy rushed to her opponent's
corner,  thinking she would pummel the black girl into chocolate pudding.
She was met with a straight right to the face.  The blonde felt as if she
was struck with a two-by-four.   Her eyes crossed and her whole body went
numb.   Vannessa threw an upper-cut that lifted the blonde onto her toes.
Brittainy toppled backwards.   The ring shook as she fell.
  Vannessa looked down at her stricken foe.   "Is that real enough for you,
honey?" she asked.
  Brittainy heard Rod counting.   She knew she had to get up.   She crawled
to the ropes and pulled herself to her feet.   Vannessa lost no time in
attacking her flaxen haired rival.   With Brittainy on the ropes,  the black
knockout launched a long combination of body-blows that rocked the blonde.
In desperation,  Brittainy threw her arms around Vannessa's lovely
shoulders.   Even though Vannessa continued to drive her leather-clad fists
into her body,  Brittainy lasted the round.   Rod had to physically separate
the girls at the end of the round.
  The next three rounds were grueling on both fighters.   They stood
toe-to-toe trading body-blows.  Every tit-punch was answered by another.
Every belly-blow was requited.   Neither woman tried to block a punch.
Neither woman would back down.   By the end of the fifth round they were on
their knees,  locked in a sweaty embrace.   They rammed their bruised and
battered boobs against one another over and over again.   When the bell
ended the round,  they had to crawl back to their corners.
  Both women were in terrible shape.   Their bodies were bruised and
battered.   Their faces were bloodied.   Their wills and passions drove them
on. 
  The sixth round began as the previous three had.   Vannessa nailed
Brittainy's left tit.   Brittainy threw a right into Vannessa's belly.
Vannessa punched Brittainy in the stomach.   Brittainy hit Vannessa in the
breasts.   Vannessa drove her right into Brittainy's middle.  The blonde
beauty groaned and took a step backwards.   The dark skinned goddess threw a
right to the blonde's tits.   Brittainy whimpered,  stepping back again.
  Vannessa looked into Brittainy's eyes.   She saw fear and doubt bloom in
them.   Brittainy's cheeks were wet with tears.   The blonde beauty folded
her arms across her tits.   She began to shake her head slowly.   Vannessa
smiled. 
  "Come on,  girlfriend. " the dark Aphrodite said,  "The fight ain't over
yet. "
"No,  please!" the blonde bomb-shell begged,  "I can't take anymore.    I
give up. "
Vannessa muscled Brittainy into a corner.   She pummeled the blonde without
mercy.   Brittainy melted under the blows like vanilla ice cream under the
Vegas sun.   Even after the bell rang Vannessa continued her assault.
Brittainy sobbed,  begging for mercy.
  "You want mercy,  bitch?  You kiss my  ass!"Vannessa demanded.
  Brittainy knelt before the black goddess.   Vannessa turned her back to the
beaten blonde beauty.   Brittainy puckered up,  kissing Vannessa shapely
derriere. 
  "Rod,  honey,  can we keep  her for the night?" Vannessa asked her  lover.
    The Monday morning after,  tapes of the fight found their way to several
casino owners and producers.   Brittainy's career went down hill.
Vannessa's achieved new heights.  The DVDs sold well.
    When Brittainy climbed into the ring,  the crowd cheered.   This
momentarily took the edge off her fear.   When the crowd roared with
delight,  however,  her apprehension returned with a vengeance.   She
watched as her most hated rival,  Vannessa,  entered the arena.   Once
again,  the blonde show-girl wondered what she was doing there.   It had
been a year since the two gorgeous women had boxed in Rod Hardon's backyard.
Vannessa had won,  beating and humiliating the busty blonde.   The black
Aphrodite had gone on to have the  best year in her career,  while Brittainy
had barely scraped by.   Brittainy was desperate for money.  Which was why
she had agreed to this rematch.
     The announcer began to  speak,  "Ladies and gentlemen,  welcome to the
Dump resort and casino.    Tonight,  before our main event,  we have a
grudge match between two of the most beautiful women in Las Vegas.    In
this corner,  weighing 135  pounds,   30DD-28-32,   Chocolate Thunder,
Vannessa!  And in this corner,  weighing 132  pounds,  32DD-27-30,  The
Blonde Bomb-shell , Brittainy!
    Ronald Dump,  owner of Dump Plaza,  as well as the Dump casino,  had
seen the DVD of the fight between the two big girls.   He had been impressed
enough to set-up a rematch in his hotel.   It would be a preliminary to the
big fight between the British champion and the thuggish ex-champ.   Dump had
offered both Amazons $50, 000 to get back in the ring.   The winner would
receive an additional $100,000.
     Brittainy needed the money.   Vannessa just liked the idea of beating
the blonde bimbo around the ring again.  She had gotten the man she wanted,
and had earned a lot of money because of winning the fight.
     Brittainy ached to even the score.   Her humiliation still burned like
fire in her blood.   She still thought she should have won the first fight.
After signing the contract with Mr. Dump,  she headed for the gym.   She
hired an ex-pug to train her.   He taught her all the tricks he knew.
"This time I'm ready for that bitch!" she told herself.
     The two glamazons took off their robes,  exposing their exquisite
bodies.   They were topless,  wearing thongs and boxing gloves only.  There
were wolf whistles and shouts of  "Hubba Hubba!".   The two contestants
pranced around the ring,  proudly showing off their voluptuous and
well-toned bodies.   Vannessa started to throw kisses to the crowd.   She
looked confident as she waved to her admirers.   She too had spent a month
in the gym.   Her muscles rippled under her skin.   She walked to and fro
like a caged panther.   She barely gave Brittainy a look,  acting as if the
blonde show-girl wasn't even there.  When she did notice her rival ,  it was
with a look of contempt.
     "Are you ready to get your puny,  little ass kicked again,  Slut?" the
big black beauty inquired.
     "This time,  Bitch," the blonde bomb-shell retorted,  "you're the one
going down!"
    The referee,  a little red-head with no experience at all,  told them to
go to their corners.   She neglected to give them instructions,  knowing she
would be ignored. 
         The bell announced the start of the first round.   The two gorgeous
vixens advanced on each other.   Brittainy got in the first punch,  hitting
Vannessa squarely in the face with a straight right.   Vannessa came back
with a left to the blonde's jaw,  followed by a right to the body.
Brittainy seemed unfazed.  She delivered a one-two combination to Vannessa's
head.  The black girl was momentarily stunned.   She covered up and backed
away.   Brittainy went forward to pursue Vannessa,  but she walked into a
straight right.   Her eyes crossed,  and her knees buckled slightly.   The
black goddess followed with an upper-cut that sent the blonde beauty to the
canvas.    The little red-head started to count,  but Brittainy was on her
feet before the ref reached '4'.   Vannessa let out a derisive chuckle as
her rival approached her.   A look of determination was on Brittainy's face.
She took a couple of wild swings at Vannessa.   Anger had made her reckless.
Vannessa easily avoided both punches,  then planted her right deep into the
blonde's bread-basket.   Brittainy's eyes widened to the size of saucers.
She went to Vannessa's feet after the black beauty unleashed a round-house
left to the blonde's temple.   The bell rang before the ref reached '12'.
Brittainy was able to stagger back to her corner.  Her seconds worked
furiously on her,  trying to revive her.
         "You can't let that black bitch beat you!" Antonia said,  "Remember
the last time,  how she humiliated you.    This time it will be even worse.
"
        Brittainy slowly nodded her  head.   She was determined to even the
score.   When the bell signaled the second round,  she quickly got to her
feet , a look of resolution in her eyes.   As soon as Vannessa came into
range,  the blonde beauty started to throw punches.  At first,  Vannessa
easily avoided the punches,  but when Brittainy feinted with a left hook and
struck with an upper-cut that came from the floor,  the dark goddess was
stunned.   She stumbled into the ropes,  where the blonde bomb-shell went to
work on her.   Hurling rights and lefts into Vannessa's glorious body,
Brittainy smiled.   With every tit-punch and belly-blow,  the flaxen-haired
beauty felt her rage unleashed.   It was as she'd imagined it as she had
worked on the heavy bag in the gym.   She put her full weight into every
punch,  feeling her fist sink into her rival's body.   Vannessa grunted and
groaned at each blow.   Pain shot through her body like an electric current.
Brittainy had started to groan,  too,  not with pain,  but with an orgiastic
ectasy. 
         "You know," the Nordic beauty said to Vannessa,  "beating you is
better than having sex with Rod. "She smashed a left hook to the black
goddess' jaw.   Vannessa went limp.   Her body hung on the middle rope.
The red-head counted to five before the bell rang.
         Brittainy carried Vannessa's unconscious body around the ring
before dumping it in the black girl's corner.
         "This isn't over,  yet. " the blonde valkyrie told her victim,  "I
want to have some more fun with you. "
        She strutted back to her corner.
         When the bell rang,  Vannessa's seconds had to lift her onto her
feet.   There was nothing left of the once proud ebon Aphrodite.   Brittainy
ran over to Vannessa's corner.   After a few body-blows,  just to make sure
the black beauty was no threat,  Brittainy embraced her rival.   What
happened next was one of the most erotic things some in the audience had
ever seen.   Breast-to-breast,  stomach to stomach,  Brittainy started to
kiss Vannessa.   They were long,  deep kisses.   Brittainy carressed the
gorgeous body of the helpless black beauty.   Vannessa sighed and groaned
with pleasure.   The blonde laughed evilly at this.
         "You like this,  eh?" said  Brittainy.
         Vannessa nodded dumbly.
         "You want more,  don't you?" Brittainy added.
         "" Yes,  oh yes!  " Vannessa pleaded.
        "Well then," the winning girl said,  "All you have to do is kiss my
boobs,  Slut. "
        Vannessa did as she was told,  nuzzling the blonde bomb-shell's
breasts.   Brittainy kept her promise,  kissing Vannessa before laying her
out with a hay-maker.   The black beauty never heard the count that
punctuated her defeat.
         She opened her eyes.   She was lying on the table in the locker
room.   Brittainy was hovering over her.   She was smiling down at her
beaten rival. 
         "Do you want a rematch,  Honey?" the blonde beauty asked.
        "You bet I do!" the black goddess replied.
         "Let's talk about it in a long,  hot shower. " Brittainy suggested.
         Vannessa agreed.