Comeuppance
by Ronin

Tom Jackson had a part-time job at a health club. It supplemented his
wrestling scholarship.   He was a trainer, helping clients reach their
personal bests.  He was especially popular with the female clientele.
Quite a few young professional women had asked him for "private
sessions.  Tom did not see himself in the role of a gigolo, so most of
the time, he had tactfully refused.  He would say he was seeing
someone.  This was true.  He and Honey Sweeney were going hot and heavy
as an item.  However, he was growing interested in a fellow employee.
Stacy Ryan was a painfully pretty redhead.  She was also a trainer at
the gym.  Many male customers had asked her out.  She had consistently
said no.  She had an athletic physique, being a phys ed. major and a
gymnast at the small college she attended.  Her eyes were bright green,
and they twinkled when she laughed.
Tom and Stacy took most of their breaks together.  Tom enjoyed talking
to her.  Stacy was a good listener, and was funny.  She could make him
chuckle even when he was having a bad day.  He started looking forward
to seeing her every day.  Once, when she was ill and out for the day, he
had rushed over to her apartment to see what was wrong.  She would not
let him in, for fear of giving him her bug.  They talked for hours
through her door.   It was clear to everyone at the gym, except for Tom
and Stacy, that they were falling in love.
One Friday, after work, Stacy invited Tom on a weekend hike. Honey, as
usual, had a gig somewhere.  So, he agreed to go.  That Saturday
morning, they headed for the state park.  By mid-afternoon, they were at
the base of a cliff.  It took them almost 'til sundown to climb,
bare-handed, to the top.  As they watched the sun retire, he noticed
tears on Stacy's lovely face.
"Why are you crying?" he asked.
"My boyfriend and I were coming here," she explained, "but he left me."
"What's the stupid bastard's name?" he asked.
"Why do you want to know that?" she asked.
"I want to go find him." he said, "I'll break his face for making you
cry."
"You'd do that for me?" she asked, amazed.
Tom scratched his head shyly, "I think I'd jump off a cliff if you
asked me to."
"OK," she said, "let's see."
"See what?" he demanded.
"You jump off the cliff." she answered.
Without another word, he walked towards the precipice.
Stacy was shocked.  "No, no!" she exclaimed, "I was just kidding!"
Tom continued walking, undeterred.
Stacy grabbed him around the waist.  "You idiot!  I wasn't serious."
Tom halted.  "I'm very serious about you." he told her.  He took her in
his arms and kissed her.  It was the warmest, sweetest kiss either of
them ever remembered having.  The sun went down unnoticed.
"Would you really have jumped?" she inquired.
"No way!" he assured her, "How stupid do you think I am?"
She laughed.  "I think I'm about to find out." she told him. 
That night, they shared a sleeping bag.  By the next afternoon, they
knew each other's bodies well.
Late Sunday afternoon, they headed back to town.  Tom dropped Stacy off
at her apartment.
"Will you be over tonight?" she asked.
"Yes," he said, "but don't wait up.  I have to see my girlfriend."
Stacy's heart dropped.  "Why?" she queried.
Tom looked grim.  "I have to tell her that I won't be seeing her
anymore."
Stacy breathed a sigh.  She was happy and relieved.  She watched her
lover drive away.
Telling Honey good-bye was even worse than Tom had imagined.  The
dancer used all her considerable charms to get him to reconsider.  When
that did not work, she resorted to tears.  This forced him to hold her.
They started to smooch, but Tom pulled away.  Honey went wild. Her fury
seemed boundless.  She called Stacy every name she could think of in her
lexicon of scorn.
"I'll kill the fuckin' little whore!" she swore.
Finally, Tom had to get out of there.  He left Honey a sobbing mess.
Tom felt awful.  He had never meant to hurt the big blonde.  He returned
to Stacy's apartment, spending the rest of the night there.
When he got home the next day, there were a dozen calls from Honey on
his answering machine.  Some pleaded with him.  Others cursed him.  All
the messages were tinged with hysteria.
Honey wasn't just in love with Tom.  She was obsessed with him.
Without Tom, Honey saw herself as a common tart.  He made her feel
special, as if she were better than the other dancers at the club.  It
was not a healthy relationship.
That night, after class, Stacy came to Tom's place.  After a pretty
nice dinner, which he prepared, they had studied a little, and watched
some TV.   They were in bed by one o'clock.  At three AM there was a
knocking at the door.  It was loud and persistent.  Tom stumbled to the
door in his boxers.  When he opened it, there stood Honey.  She was
wearing a trench coat.
"Honey," he said with exasperation, "what do you want?"
By way of an answer, Honey took off her coat.  She was wearing only a
black teddy.
"You know what I want." the big blonde said, smiling.
"I told you it was over between us." Tom said.
"I don't believe that." Honey declared, "I know you still want me."
She was looking at his groin.
In truth, Honey was still one of the most desirable woman Tom had ever
known.
By this time, Stacy had risen to see what all the commotion was.  When
Honey saw her, she spewed epithets at her redheaded rival.
"I'll kill you, you slut!" Honey roared, "I'll tear you apart."
"Oh, shut up. You'll wake the neighbors," Stacy replied confidently,
"If you want to fight me, meet me at the gym in an hour.  I don't want
to wreck Tom's place, which we will, if we do it here."
So, at 4 AM, two young women faced each other in a ring.  Honey still
wore her teddy. The fiery haired girl had brought two pair of black
leather gloves.  She suggested that she and Honey wear them to prevent
scratching each others' faces.  Honey readily agreed. Stacy wore her
short, blue negligee`.
"I'm gonna rip that thing off your carcass, and shove it down your
throat." Honey vowed.
Stacy smiled, unintimidated.  "I thought we were here to fight," she
said, "We could've talked at Tom's"
The object of the contest stood bleary eyed in the middle of the mat.
After Honey had left his apartment, Tom had tried to dissuade Stacy from
confronting the big blonde  bombshell.  He told her what had happened to
Cheryl and Candi. He vividly described how Honey had beaten both
beauties almost to death.  Stacy would not be discouraged.  Now, he was
here, wearing his gym shorts.
"This will be a no holds barred fight to the finish." he explained
reluctantly, "The loser will submit, or be knocked out."
"Or dead." added Honey.
"C'mon girls," Tom pleaded, "I'm not worth all this!"
The two fightresses ignored him, glaring at each other.
Tom shrugged, and got out of the way.
Honey and Stacy advanced on one another.  Honey's arms were open, ready
to grapple with her opponent.  Stacy punched the big blonde  in the
stomach.  The redhead followed up with a right to the bombshell's jaw.
Stunned, Honey shook her head to clear it.  She launched a looping right
at Stacy's noggin.  The redhead avoided it easily.  Stacy thumped
Honey's left tit.  The big girl bit her lip to keep from screaming.  The
redhead struck the big blonde in the other jug.  Honey let out a
whimper.  Stacy chuckled.
Honey managed to land a punch to  the  side of  Stacy's head.  The
pretty colleen took it  and  struck back with a left hook to  the
bombshell's bustline.  Honey's set swayed to  the  left.  Honey's arms
covered her assets.  Stacy  sent a series of left jabs into her
antagonist's comely face.  Honey's eyes crossed.  She raised her leather
clad fists to protect her beauty.   Stacy  drove her right into Honey's
tummy.  The big blonde went to her knees.   Stacy  snickered, ripping
Honey's teddy from her magnificent body.
Honey could not believe what was happening.  For the first time, it was
she who was being humiliated.  Her nightie hung in tatters from her
splendid frame.  Her rival stood over her.  There was a mocking smile
on  Stacy 's face.
"C'mon, you fat cow,"  Stacy  said, "the fight just started.  Don't you
love Tom?"
Honey got to her feet.  She approximated a boxer's stance.   Stacy
giggled as she jabbed her left into the big blonde's face.  The
redhead's gloved fist was perpetually in the bombshell's face.  Honey's
right eye was swollen shut.  She was bleeding from her mouth  and
nose.   Stacy  was giving the big blonde a boxing lesson.  The
redheaded jockette continued to pummel the dancer's buxom body,  driving
the blonde into the ropes.  Honey crossed her wrists in front of face in
a futile attempt to ward off  Stacy's rain of blows.
Finally, the dancer was able to get one punch in.  She drove her fist
deep into the  redhead's belly.   Stacy  doubled over in pain.  The
bombshell snapped a headlock on the smaller girl.  Honey started
socking  Stacy  in the side of the head.  The physical education
instructor's face was in the pin-up's boob.   Stacy  was being
smothered.
Abruptly,  Stacy  escaped the hold.  She gripped Honey's arm  with both
hands.  The gymnast twisted the blonde bombshell's arm behind her back.
Honey was in excruciating pain.  She screamed.   Stacy  forced her rival
to her knees.  She wrapped one arm tightly around Honey's throat.
Within a minute the blonde was out cold.   Stacy  let her slip to the
mat.  Honey lay face down, her huge tits oozing out to the sides.
"You win." Tom told  Stacy.
"Oh, c'mon."  Stacy protested, "Give a girl a chance!  Besides, I'm
having so much fun with her."
"You want to go another round?" Tom asked in surprise.
"I want hear her say you're mine." she said, throwing her arms around
his neck.
When Honey regained consciousness, she saw the lovers embracing.  It
was like a punch to the heart.  She groaned.
Stacy  noticed her rival was stirring.  "So, you're with us again."
she said in a mocking tone, "Do you still want to fight for Tom, or are
you wimping out?"
Honey stood unsteadily, adopting a pugilistic pose.   Stacy  laughed as
she closed with her antagonist.  She tore into the blonde's body with
renewed vigor.  Honey staggered with every blow.  Once again, she was on
the ropes.
"I won't go down. I won't go down." Honey repeated to herself.  Her
punches met nothing but air.
Without warning, an uppercut sent her to the canvas yet again.  As she
got to her hands  and  knees,  Stacy  kicked her in the posterior.  The
big blonde landed on her face.  She tried once more to get to her feet,
only to feel  Stacy's foot against her buttocks.  The bombshell went
head over heels, executing an involuntary somersault.  She landed flat
on her back.
"I love kicking your ass around the ring." the trainer declared with a
laugh.
The gymnast leaned down,  and  grabbed a handful of platinum hair.  She
hauled the exotic dancer to her feet,  and  punched her over  and  over
in the gut.  Honey hung there like a punching bag.
"Tom," Honey beseeched, "please help me!"
Tom shrugged, "You told me to find somebody who could fight."
Honey was now only a shell of herself.  All the passion  and  ardor had
left her.  She was a mewling, whimpering wreck.
Stacy removed her negligee.  Though not as pneumatic as Honey's, the
redhead's body was no less breathtaking.  She was hard  and  fit.  Her
breasts were perfect.
She picked up the larger girl, draping Honey on top of the corner
ropes.  Honey resembled a pagan sacrifice on an altar.  Stacy's hand
reached into Honey's panties.  The blonde screamed in pain  and
outrage.  Stacy held dark pubic hair.
"She isn't a real blonde." Stacy said.  Her voice dripped with
contempt.
The  redheaded vixen started to strike her helpless rival in the gut.
Using a double ax-handle, she rained blow after blow on to a submissive
Honey's midriff.  Each strike elicited a groan from the blonde.
The winning girl dragged her victim off her perch.  Honey's ruined body
hit the ring floor with a splat.  Stacy took her rival by the ankles,
dragging Honey to the middle of the ring.  There, still holding Honey's
feet, the spiteful victrix stamped her foot into the conquered girl's
pussy.  Honey could barely whimper.
Stacy knelt beside her prey, encircling Honey's boobs with her well
muscled legs.  "Do you want anymore?" she asked Honey.  The big girl
shook her head.
"Is Tom mine?" the  redhead inquired.  Honey nodded, tears in her eyes.
"Say it!" the gymnast commanded.
"Tom's yours." Honey conceded, "He's yours."
"You come near him again," Stacy warned, "and this will be a pleasant
memory in comparison.  Forget about Tom.  He's already forgotten about
you."
Honey sobbed disconsolately, because she knew it was true.
The victorious  redhead squeezed her legs together.  The pain in her
already battered boobs was too much for Honey.  She gasped and fainted.
Stacy stood up, and looked down at her rival.  She had stripped Honey
of her lover, her teddy, and her dignity.  The blonde bombshell was now
just a quivering mass of flesh.
Stacy turned to Tom, "I want to make love to you in front of her."
Tom agreed.
Honey watched in despair as her ex-boyfriend and her rival copulated in
front of her.  Her tears partially blinded her.

The End