Debbie Morgan’s life was on an upswing. Granted that fat shit Darlene Land beat her up but unbeknownst to Darlene Bob Land had sent her a fat check and she had immediately fallen into another relationship with Walter Bright. Ok so Walter was 20 years her senior and really didn’t enjoy sex but he had beaucoup $$$ and was VERY generous. AND she discovered one other thing. If cleaned up she looked really good. She realized that men would always look at one thing, first and foremost. She had BIG TITS. Debbie was about 5”5 and about 125. She was small and on the thin side. She had a plain but pleasant face. She had long brown hair. She thought that she had nice legs and butt but she would always have those tits. She had big heavy breasts. They dominated her upper body if she was topless or had anything near tight on. Till recently she had been self-conscious about her chest. But then Bob and Walter noticed her because of them. She realized that if a girl were really pretty or good-looking guys would look at them because of that so why not because of those? Granted she was bigger than Angelina Jolie, most strippers and the whole female cast of Friends. But so what? And Walter knew a guy who knew a guy and so forth so she able to get into the biggest in-place in town. She had bought a pair of skin-tight pants and a shirt that tied above her navel and left nothing to the imagination. The fucking bitch Darlene wished she had half my tits Debbie thought and left for another Saturday night.
Debbie had recently started going out with only $5 tucked in her pants. Since her epiphany breast-wise she never paid for anything. She’d show cleavage getting out of her car. She’d show cleavage at the door. She’d stopped wearing a bra except to work and her breasts didn’t swing or sway so she let her puppies do the walking. Guys would literally stand in line to dance with her or to catch a glimpse of THEM. She never picked anyone up, ok that once but hey a girl has to have fun. No? So she never paid for a drink. Also the female attendants would fawn over her just to get a peak. Life was good. She’d walked in as usual and there was a pulse to the night. Of course it was the music but it was also the night and the crowd. She had black shiny tights on, a thong she could fit into a thimble, black high heels and a reddish silver shirt that slid over her head and tied at the waist. She actually could make the shirt as tight or lose as she saw fit. Now it was on tight. That would change. She was there 5 minutes and saw HIM. Hell, pick him up? She’d have his babies. He was tall, dark and dangerous. She strolled to the bar, 10 feet from where he was standing and reached behind her and loosened her shirt. It was like bees to honey. Soon they dancing and rubbing together. She honestly thought she liked his bulge as much as he enjoyed hers. After the third dance and second drink they made out by the bar. “Like to go to the luxury boxes?” These were Nirvana. These were where every girl wanted to go. They were part bar, part bedroom, part dance floor all private and secure. She excused herself to go to the ladies room and she would meet Tim at the elevator. While in the ladies room, Debbie noticed a very pretty blonde walk in. The reason she noticed was that the blonde was perhaps shorter than she and from what she could see flat as a board. She had a black mini-dress that showed off well-built legs and arms that had seen some metal. But the blonde was FLAT. The blonde came over to the sink next to Debbie. “Listen Big Tits if you think you’re going up to the boxes with Tim, my boyfriend, you’re mistaken. If you think you’re going without a beating right here and now you’re mistaken.” Debbie was stunned. Tim had approached her. Maybe the blonde was a real girlfriend or a pretend. “I’m not going to fight you. I wouldn’t want to hurt you. I’ve been in some fights recently and you’re so cute that well I doubt that if you’ve ever been in a fight.” The blonde smiled. “I’m Nan Butler. I’ll tell you what. We’ll both go up to the box, fight or not or let Tim decide.” Debbie didn’t fall off the turnip truck. “Oh we’ll fight if we leave it up to him.” Even Nan smiled at that. Debbie followed the blonde to Tim, the elevator and her bare-knuckle fight.
Tim looked stunned and embarrassed when Debbie showed with Nan. Nan of course was smiling like the cat who ate the canary. “Debbie leave now. I don’t want you to fight Nan. You can’t.” “Why not?” “Because she’ll kill you. She’ll kill you and pick over your bones.” “Little girl tough?” “Tougher than you’ll know.” “I’ll still fight her.” “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” They got in the elevator and went up 3 floors and then down 5 rooms. Tim had the key. Tim turned on the lights. The room was beautiful. Bright with a full bar and bed and couch and plenty of dance room or in this case fight room. Debbie noticed a stain on the rug. “Someone ill?” “No blood.” Debbie gulped. Debbie looked around the room and turned to Nan. Nan faced her in nothing but a tiny white thong. Nan had stripped already. Nan was not quite 5’5 and slimmer than the thin Debbie. She had medium length blonde blown back but Debbie looked at her body. Nan was small but was toned in the extreme. She wasn’t muscular at all but had the look of someone who had been in the gym. Even her lack of cleavage looked sexy and she had great legs. Debbie whose body didn’t take a back seat to anyone stared. “Sure you want to do this. I’ll let you go right now. Now I’ll beat you and then I’ll beat those tits of yours.” Debbie looked at Nan and all she heard was blah blah blah. Is this a fight? Debbie hauled off and punched Nan in the mouth. Debbie stood above her and untied her shirt and threw it to Tim. She kicked off her shoes. “You bitch, I’ll kill you for that.” Nan stood and Debbie came after her again. Both women were topless but Debbie was giving away a lot in that department. Nan only had a thong on and Debbie still had her tights. So if Debbie could turn it into a catfight she could have the advantage. Debbie moved in and threw punches at Nan, which she fended off. Nan feinted to her left and came back to the right and hit Debbie with a right and left combo. Debbie rocked forward and Nan hit her with an uppercut, which drove her up and on top of the bar. Debbie was laid out on the bar legs spread. Nan danced around and hit Debbie right between the legs. Debbie cried out. Nan reached out and pulled Debbie back on her feet by her tits. “Get your hands up. Oh and I’m ranked 8th in the world in the women’s featherweight division. Those tits are mine.” Debbie cleared her head or tried. Debbie wasn’t a complete dumbass in that she realized if she left the fight a boxing or bare knuckles Nan WOULD kill her. She needed to change it to a catfight. She charged the smaller Nan. Nan danced away and hit Debbie in the side of the head twice. Debbie staggered and Nan moved in. Nan raised Debbie’s left arm and placed it over Nan’s head. She then tortured Debbie’s ribs with punches. Debbie actually went to her knees and Nan went with her with Debbie’s arm still tight to Nan’s head. Nan was making contact to Debbie’s ribs and stomach and finally to her swinging orbs. Debbie was moaning with each punch. Nan’s left arm and hand, which was over Debbie’s neck and by her chin raked Debbie’s eyes. Debbie screamed. “There’s your fucking catfight, bitch.” Nan hauled the blinded beaten Debbie up and left her swaying.
Never once in her fight with Darlene did Debbie fear for her safety. She did now. But she had since her fight and her two relationships developed a “fuck you” attitude. Debbie raised her arm and gave Nan the finger. Nan floored her with a punch to her nose that spurted blood everywhere. Nan came over and picked the blood sodden girl up and hit her with a gut punch. Debbie’s eyes popped out as the air was driven from her. Nan hit her with a right that drove her to the bar. Nan walked around Debbie grabbed her tights pulling driving a punch to her kidney. Debbie went down to both knees. Her head resting on the front of the bar, her arms limp. Debbie’s chest was heaving making her boobs look almost double the size. “Nan stop it. You’ll kill her. I’m still paying off the last one and she weighed close to 200 lbs.” “Nah Tim, Deb is tough. Aren’t you Big Tits? You’re more than a huge chest.” Nan lifted Debbie again and turned her, resting her on the bar. Tim marveled at Debbie’s chest. “Damn Nan if you had her chest you’d be damn near perfect.” “Pig. If I had her chest I wouldn’t be a pro boxer, asshole.” Nan turned her head slightly giving Debbie the necessary time to unleash of kick between Nan’s legs. But unfortunately for Debbie Nan was a pro with reactions to match and while the blow connected, Nan moved slightly. The kick struck Nan on the inside the thigh and not dead center that could have won the fight for Debbie. But Debbie hurt Nan. Nan went down clutching her thigh. Debbie struggled to try to follow up. At this point in the fight both women were hurt, whoever managed to regain composure would win. Debbie struggled to her feet but dropped to her knees next to Nan. Debbie crawled around Nan and grabbed around the neck in a choke. Debbie cinched it in tight. Tim shit. Nan shit. Debbie’s eyes were wide with anticipated victory. Nan was on the verge of being choked out. She had never been choked out before. She had lost boxing matches before but never these fights but Debbie was proving tougher than anticipated. Nan could have panicked but being a pro she was calm and squirmed and got a little better position and used it to throw an elbow that caught Debbie in the mouth. Debbie’s nose had bled and now her mouth was bleeding and Nan threw another elbow. Debbie relaxed and Nan turned and climbed aboard and pinned Debbie. Nan took a second to get her wind and then hauled Debbie to her feet.
Debbie realized her best and last chance to win was gone. Nan was hauling her up to finish her off. After that who knows? Sexual humiliation? More physical pain? Debbie could only guess. Debbie struggled to stay up. She felt her arms go instinctively go up to protect her face and breasts. Nan pummeled Debbie. But she stayed away from Debbie’s face. She hit her with body blows. She hit her with shots to her breasts that Debbie knew would be bruised for months. Debbie could barely stand and Nan stopped. Nan went behind the bar and Debbie thought it was over. Nan bound her wrists and tied her to the bar. Debbie was shot and beat up. She didn’t fight it. Nan then pulled down her blood stained tights that sufficiently bound her legs. Nan threw many blows below her navel and lower. Some of the blows seemed to be in slo-mo. Where Debbie thought she saw the punch hit her breast and drive it across her. Debbie was crying and pleading. She said anything and promised anything. After a torturous 5 minutes Nan untied her and Debbie dropped like s stone. Nan got down to her knees and began to explore what was left of Debbie’s body. She put her hand and felt her once proud chest and then between her legs. Nan played with herself all for the amusement of Tim. Debbie stuck out her tongue and went to lick Nan and Nan slapped her face. Nan finished and sat on Debbie’s stomach, smiled and began to pummel Debbie’s chest and then her face. The last 5 punches Nan picked up Debbie’s head by her hair and looked her in the eye, or what was left of them and punched her in the face. Debbie passed out halfway through the assault. Nan stood and flexed for Tim. Then she got down and pulled down his pants and took him in her mouth. He came and she stood and got dressed. She exclaimed as they left, “She was alright, but then again you always get me the best presents.”