It had finally happened.  Bambie had had enough.  Victoria had
humiliated her once too often.  The blonde girl had planned a surprise
eighteenth birthday party for her sweetheart, Andy.  She had spent her
own money to rent a hall.  She had worked two jobs to earn enough to
pull it off.
She had told Victoria about the party two weeks in advance.  The day
before the party the rich girl had invited the red headed kid to go to
Hawaii with her and her father.  Andy had readily agreed.  So, on the
day of the party, all Andy's friends came, but the guest of honor was
nowhere to be found.  Bambie looked like a fool.
One warm night, on a secluded beach ,Victoria had given herself to
Andy.  It was the best birthday present a boy could receive.  They had
watched the sunrise together,
naked and happy.  Andy had kissed every inch of Vickie's body.  When
they returned to school it was clear that Andy was Victoria's beau.
Bambie could not remember a time when she had not loved Andy. 
Since kindergarten, she had adored the red headed boy.  As she had grown
older, she had lusted after him.  When she met Victoria, the black
haired girl smiled at her.   That smile had told Bambie what she feared
most.  Andy had become Victoria's lover.  Bambie could feel her heart
shatter like a ming vase.
"You bitch!" Bambie shouted, "You stole my boyfriend!"  Without another
word, she slapped the dark haired girl across the face.  Victoria
responded by back-handing the blonde across her  face.  "It's not my
fault you can't  hold onto your guy, loser."  Bambie started to lunge at
the rich girl.  Fortunately, two boys were able to keep the two would-be
combatants separated.
"You want to fight me?" Victoria asked.
"I want to smash that slutty face of yours to a bloody pulp." Bambie
replied.
"My daddy owns a gym on the bad side of town." Victoria said, "It's
probably near your home.  Meet me there tonight at nine.  Bring your
bikini and two friends.  You'll need your friends to carry you out of
the ring, and take you to the hospital."
That afternoon, Bambie went to the old age home.  She did volunteer
work there once a week.  All the residents loved her.  She was
everybody's granddaughter.   She wanted to talk to Mr. Himes.
Lester Himes had been a prize fighter in the fifties.  He claimed to
have gone twelve rounds with Sonny Liston.  Bambie told him what had
happened at school that day, and the predicament she was in.
His first reaction was to say, "Girl, you crazy!  Ain't no boy worth
all that!"
"Haven't you ever fought for someone or something you wanted more than
anything else in the world?" she asked.
A smile cross Mr.Himes' face.  He remembered a girl named Josephine
down in Louisiana, once upon a time.
"Yeah," he said, "'Reckon I have."
He turned to face Bambie.  "You say you wanna smash her face?"
She nodded.
"Well, don't.." he advised, "'Least not right off.  Go for the body.
Remember, kill the body and the head die."
She said she understood.
"Second," the old fighter continued, "Don't be afraid of getting hit.
She can't hurt you anymore than you can hurt her."
"OK." she said.
"It sounds like it's gonna be a knock-down drag-out kinda thing, so
don't expect a nice, clean fight.  And don't be prissy 'bout fighting
dirty."
"If you say so." she shrugged prettily.
"And after you win," he told her, "Don't let that  knot-head of a
boyfriend ever forget what you done for him."
"Are you sure I'll win?" she asked.
"Honey," he told her, "you got more inside you than you know.  I'd bet
my last dollar on you."
She smiled, and kissed his cheek.  "Thank you." she said.
"One more thing." the old fighter added, "In the end, it all come down
to who want it most."
That evening, Bambie arrived at Big Daddy's Gym with two of her closest
friends, Mitzi and Delilah.  The manager was expecting them.  He showed
the three girls to a changing room.  There, they found a pair of very
short boxing trunks and a pair of white boxing gloves.  The glove were
big, ten ounce things.
"Put those on, now." said the manager, "Miss Lodge is waiting for you
in the ring."  He made the last statement sound ominous.
The fact was that Bambie was a bit apprehensive.  She had never lost
her temper so completely.  She could not imagine striking another person
before today.  Now, she was going into a roped off area to try to beat
another person senseless, and would probably be badly beaten, herself.
Nevertheless, she changed quickly,  putting her bikini on.  The trunks
went on next.  Finally, with the help of her friends, she managed to get
the unwieldy gloves on.  As she turned to go, she caught her reflection
in the mirror.  She saw an achingly pretty blonde girl with a zaftig
figure.  She had a nervous look on her face, but Bambie was sure Andy
would notice her.
At that moment, Andy only had eyes for Victoria.  She was wearing very
short, black boxing trunks and, instead of a bikini top, a sheer, black
bra.  The bra had come from Frederick's of Hollywood.  It was designed
to drive any heterosexual male into the throes of desire.  It was having
exactly that effect on Andy.  The raven haired vixen was enjoying her
boy friend's frank admiration.
It was at that moment that Bambie entered the gym.  When she saw her
dark rival prancing around in front of Andy, some of her confidence left
her.  There was no disputing that Victoria was one of the most glamorous
girls in town. 
"Is this a fight or a strip show?" Bambie asked.
"Oh, there you are." Victoria said, "I didn't think you'd really come."
"Why wouldn't I come?' the blonde asked.
"I thought you'd be smart, and chicken out." the raven haired girl
replied.
"I'm gonna knock those words down your throat," Bambie retorted.  Once
again, she lunged for her rival, and the fight almost started outside
the ring.  Several people intervened though, and the two fighters got
into the ring.
Victoria had brought her maid, Michele and her personal trainer, Debra
to act as her seconds.  The truth was that she was in great shape.  She
worked out with Debra at least three times a week.  They had even done
some aero-boxing.  The black haired beauty was confident she would win
the fight.  She had bested the blonde in every other contest they had
ever competed in.  She had been chosen prom queen over Bambie, and
homecoming queen, too.  She had won the Miss Apple Blossom Beauty
Contest.  Bambie had been first runner-up.
In fact, she secretly enjoyed humiliating Bambie.  It gave her a sense
of power to hurt her so-called friend.  One of the main reasons why she
had seduced Andy was the thought of the pain it would cause her rival.
The other reason was that she found Andy simply scrumptious, and she
liked owning scrumptious things. 
The manager of the gym did the introductions.  They were short and to
the point.  The fight would go by Jamaican rules.  There would be five
minute rounds and three minted rest breaks.  There would be as many
rounds as it would take, until one combatant was either knocked out or
gave up. A knocked down fighter would have until the count of twenty,
not ten, to get to their feet.
The bell signaled round one.  Bambie rushed out of her corner,
intending to pummel Victoria.  Instead, she got a face full of leather.
The dark beauty began to throw left jabs into the blonde's kisser.
After three or four of these blows, Bambie raised her gloves to protect
herself.  Victoria took the opportunity took sink her right into
Bambie's stomach.  The blonde said "Oof!", and doubled over.  Bambie got
a very good look at the upper-cut that sent her to the canvas.  It took
her to the count of eight to get to her feet. 
Victoria was on her rival in an instant, driving her into the ropes.
Bambie struggled to stay upright.  She fended off Victoria's blows as
best she could.   She managed to block a telegraphed right, and sink her
own right into Victoria's bosom.  The rich girl reacted with shock.  She
had never really been struck before, especially in such a sensitive
area.  Her eyes widened, and she gasped.  She also backed up a step,
which gave Bambie a chance to follow up with a left to the bust.
Victoria groaned and hugged her chest.  Bambie threw three punches into
Victoria's tummy. The dark haired girl's stomach was well toned, so the
pain was tolerable, but just barely.  She tried to retaliate with a
right haymaker.   The blonde easily avoided the punch, and stepped in to
deliver another short left to the gut.  Victoria grunted in pain.  The
bell rang.
Victoria was happy, but relieved the round was over.  She had knocked
Bambie down, but the blonde had managed to hurt her in the final
moments.
Bambie was furious, mostly at herself, for getting  decked so easily.
She promised herself to keep to Mr. Himes' suggestion.  She would keep
working her rival's body.
Round two begun with Victoria flicking jabs in Bambie's face.  The
blonde blocked most of them.  The truth was that Bambie had done some
aero-boxing herself.  As  a matter of fact, she had lead some classes in
it.  She had also worked on the heavy bag.  It had helped relieve some
of the frustration of always coming out second best to Victoria.
This is why her body blows to Victoria were so effective.  She fired
two more punches into the brunette's mid-section, eliciting a soft groan
from the rich girl.  Victoria retaliated with some body shots of her
own.  Bambie grimaced at the pain, but held her ground.  It went on this
way for the rest of round two.  The two girls pounded each other's
bodies without mercy.  When the round finally ended, both fighters
breathed a sigh of relief.
Rounds 3 and 4 were more or less repeats of round 2.  Bambie and
Victoria were slugging each other's body with total and wild abandon.
By the end of the fourth round, they were leaning on each other's
shoulders, still pummeling their opponent's bust and belly, neither
young woman willing to give an inch.
Round 5 started out the same.  The two girls, both tired now, continued
to punch to the body.  Then suddenly, Victoria took a step backward.
Bambie slammed her right tit.  Victoria groaned. Bambie thumped her left
tit.  Victoria's groan was louder.  Bambie smiled.   She whacked
Victoria in the jaw.  The brunette staggered backwards into the ropes.
Bambie followed with a wallop to Victoria's belly.  Victoria's folded in
the middle and went to her knees.  She knelt in front of Bambie like a
supplicant before her goddess.  She rocked back and forth in agony.
Bambie taunted her.
"Get your bony ass up." the blonde commanded, "We've just started."
She gestured with her gloves for her rival to rise.
Using the ropes, Victoria gained her feet at the count of twelve.
Immediately, Bambie was on her, hitting Victoria with every punch in the
book.  The dark haired girl tried to fight back, but it was a futile
gesture.  The blonde bombshell swarmed all over her rival.  In
desperation, Victoria clinched with Bambie, throwing her arms around the
blonde's lovely shoulders.  It did her little good, as  Bambie continued
to bash Victoria in the ribs.  Poor Vickie could only embrace her
antagonist with all her remaining strength.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity to the battered rich girl, the
bell sounded. The fifth round was over.  Victoria was still hanging onto
Bambie, unable to move.  Putting an arm around the groggy brunette's
waist, Bambie guided the hapless girl to her corner.
Victoria mumbled something that sounded like "Thank you."  Bambie
laughed, saying, "You're welcome, Honey.  I'll be right back."  She
strutted provocatively to her own corner.  Victoria looked for Andy for
encouragement.  She saw that his gaze was now following Bambie in open
admiration.   It was like another punch in the gut to the dark haired
coquette.
Debra and Michelle tried to revive their employer as best they could.
They applied cold compresses to the back of her neck.  They told her
that she was doing well.  They lied.
Mitzi and Delilah made their friend sit down and rest.  Bambie was
keyed up.  Her system was flooded with adrenaline.  She felt a kind of
giddiness come over her.  She swallowed some water.  Mitzi warned her to
be careful.  Bambie ignored her.  She had been a good, careful girl all
her life.  Now, she was risking everything for what she wanted most in
that life.
When the bell rang for round six, Victoria entered a nightmare.  She
had just left her stool when Bambie met her with a stiff right to the
face.  This was followed by a left to the jaw.  Victoria reeled back
into her corner.  She remained trapped there for the entire round.
"See?" said Bambie, "I told you I'd be back!"
Bambie's white gloves were a blur as she launched a flurry of punches
into Victoria's breasts.  During the attack, the brunette's bra popped
off.  It landed on the middle rope, hanging like dirty laundry.  Seeing
her rival's bare tits infuriated Bambie.  They had felt Andy's touch,
when her own had not.  Bambie drove her fists into them with renewed
relish.
When Victoria folded her arms across her assets, the blonde knock-out
switched to pulverizing her opponent's mid-section.  Bambie's arms
worked like pistons as she slugged the brunette's belly again and
again.  All the slights, humiliations, and disappointments Bambie had
suffered at Victoria's hands came fresh to the blonde girl's memory.
The sweet young girl everyone knew was replaced, for a short time, by a
vengeful vixen. 
"You're mine now, bitch," Bambie declared, "and so is Andy."  She
grabbed Victoria's dark locks and proceeded to bang the hapless girl's
head against the ring-post.  Victoria was in a pain-filled daze.  Her
head was ringing like a church steeple.  There was not a spot on her
body that was not bruised.   Her stomach felt as if it were crushed.  It
hurt to breathe.  Her breasts throbbed with pain.
Bambie threw a one-two combination to Victoria's face.  Victoria's left
eye was closed.  She was bleeding from the nose and mouth.   She began
to slowly sink down the ring-post.   The bell rang.  Round six was
over. 
Bambie took the discarded brassiere, and paraded around the ring,
displaying her trophy.  She stopped in front of Andy, tossing it to
him.  She started to masturbate in front of him, caressing her own
breasts, and slowly rubbing her crotch.  Even with the bulky gloves, or
maybe because of them, it was an extremely erotic act.  The boy was
entranced.  He could not tear his gaze away from the blonde siren.  He
had all but forgotten about Victoria, who lay semi-conscious in her
corner.
Debbie and Michelle lifted her gently onto her stool.  Debbie broke a
capsule of ammonia under her nose.  This somewhat revived the thrashed
girl.
"Victoria," Debbie said, "Victoria, can you hear me?"
Victoria nodded dumbly.
"Victoria," Debbie continued, "do you want to go on with this?"
Victoria nodded again.
"Baby, are you sure?"  Michelle asked.
Victoria started to repeat one word, a name.
"Andy...Andy." was all she said.
The two corner girls looked at each other, and shrugged.
Everyone else in the gym knew that the fight was essentially over.  If
Victoria came out for the seventh round, she would only  become Bambie's
plaything.  If this had been an officially sanctioned match, it would
have been stopped, but this was a fight between two females over a mate.
When the seventh round began, Victoria staggered out of her corner like
a debutante who had had too much champagne.  Bambie was waiting for her
in the middle of the ring, hands on hips.  Victoria launched a right
cross.  Bambie leaned back a bit, and Victoria's glove sailed harmlessly
by.  Victoria followed up with an equally impotent left.  For the next
minute or so, Vickie threw a series of punches that Bambie blocked or
simply avoided.  Finally though, Victoria landed a right to Bambie's
abdomen.
"That tickles." Bambie said, giggling.  She threw powder puff punches
into Victoria's face.  The dark haired girl's face was completely
blank.  Her eyes were glassy and unfocused.  She was the picture of
defeat.  Once again, in a desperate attempt to stay on her feet, she
clinched with her blonde rival.  Her bare breasts rested on Bambie's.
The blonde smiled mischievously as she put one arm around Victoria's
waist.  With the other hand, she pulled down Victoria's shorts.  They
fell around the brunette's ankles.  Except for shoes and boxing gloves,
Victoria was truly naked before her enemy.  Bambie stood back and
laughed.  An angry, humiliated Victoria threw a clumsy hay-maker.
Bambie ducked under it, throwing a left into Victoria's tummy.  The dark
haired beauty went down in a heap.  Bambie leaned down to grab
Victoria's shorts.  The blonde raised them above her head to display
them to everyone.
"I can take anything I want from you." she told her supine opponent.
Victoria let out a small sob.  The ref started to count.  Bambie waved
him off.  With tears in her eyes, the nude girl struggled to her feet.
Her gloves felt as if they were filled with wet cement.   She could not
lift them to defend herself.  She lacked the strength even to clinch
with Bambie. 
"Is Vickie sleepy?"  the winning blonde asked in a mocking tone, "It's
time for you to lie down."
With that, the flaxen haired goddess sank her fist into Victoria's
pussy.  Screaming, the dark vamp slumped to the canvas.  The referee
counted to twenty over her inert body.  Only he and Bambie heard her
whimpering sobs. 
Grabbing her vanquished rival by the hair, Bambie hauled Victoria to
her feet.  The fair haired belle dragged the denuded girl over to where
Andy was sitting.
"I can't believe you slept with this slut." Bambie said, "Don't you
know how much I love you?  How much I want you?"
"No," he said, "not until now."
Victoria spent that night in a hospital bed.  She was carried out of
the ring on a stretcher.  Bambie and Andy ended up in a motel room.
Andy made love to her all night long.  It was the best victory present a
girl ever had