It had been several months since Debbie's embarrassing defeat at the hands of her blonde rival Joyce. That one-sided fight had ended with Debbie stripped, beaten and dumped into a trash can outside an aerobics studio. The busty brunette had limped home - bruised, humiliated and jobless.
But after the bruises had healed, Debbie decided to use her ample natural assets to her advantage. Hooking up with some local photographers, the sexy slut was soon shaking her money-makers online and in some cheesy men's magazines.
The money was rolling in, guys were once again trying (and succeeding) at buying her favors and life for Debbie was good once more. She then decided her humbling defeat was just a fluke and she told everyone who would listen how her opponent Joyce had cheated. "If I ever get my hands on that boney bitch again, it'll be a different story! I'll rip her blonde hair out by its black roots!" Deb would vow.
She finally got her chance at revenge during an after-hours photo shoot at a grocery store. Her photographer, a cute youngster named Stacy, had been catching hell from Deb, who whined, bitched and complained continuously through the shoot. This was nothing unusual. Every other photographer in town had already refused to work with the black-haired beauty, who was a diva in the worst possible way.
"Come on, Debbie, let's hurry. My buddy the store manager told me we only had a few hours until the cleaning crew showed up," pleaded Stacy. What neither of them knew was that the other photographers had informed Joyce of the shoot and had also filled her in on Debbie's bragging and boasting.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever! Just make sure you don't do your usual lousy job!" Debbie snarled.
Still, despite her bitching, Deb did look incredibly hot in her high heels, black push-up bra and tiny thong panties. She jiggled over to the freezer section and her nipples popped out right on cue. "So let's get going here you whiny little bitch!"
Stacy began shooting as Debbie posed. Her dark hair, blue eyes and spectacular figure were undeniably hot as she leaned forward, flashing an amazing amount of cleavage. It was just then that a slim blonde woman, dressed in jeans and t-shirt, calmly and quietly walked up behind the diva and landed a solid kick to Deb's shapely ass.
The big girl squawked and pitched forward into the cooler.She floundered around trying to climb out of the icy space. She almost made it but then her hands slipped and she flopped back into the cooler, long legs waving in the air.
Joyce laughed out loud at Debbie's frantic struggles. "Take your time getting out, Boobsie," she snickered. "I hear you're just dying for a rematch with me. So whenever you're ready I'm going to give you another shot at the title!"
Stacy began snapping pictures as Double D Debbie struggled to get out of the cold container. Eventually she made it out, pulling a pack of frozen corn off her ass. One big boob had sprung loose from its bra cup and she had lost one shoe.
"Oh, I'm gonna kill you for that!!" the disheveled brunette snarled. "I was drunk last time but I'm going to pay you back tonight. Get ready for an ass-kicking, skinny!" She advanced as fast as she could in one shoe and threw a mighty right cross at the blonde's head.
Joyce calmly dodged the wild blow and gave Debbie's face an open-handed slap, first on one side of her face and then on the other side. "Yeah, talk your trash now, you big cow!" she taunted. "You still gonna kick my ass?" She smacked the exposed breast and Deb winced at the stinging blow.
The next few minutes were almost comical. Debbie charged again and again at her foe, trying to land at least one good shot to the head. But the lithe blonde bobbed, weaved and dodged as the busty harlot staggered after her. Eventually Debbie stopped swinging. She gasped for breath and could barely keep her tired arms in the air. Stacy got a good shot of Joyce standing with her arms folded, smiling sweetly in front of the exhausted Deb.
A wiser woman would have called it a day, but Debbie was never the sharpest knife in the drawer. Summoning her last vestiges of energy, she attacked again but Joyce just extended her arm and held Deb's head down. Debbie was left wind-milling wildly as Joyce laughed heartily.
Finally deciding to end the farce, Joyce showed her superior speed by quickly grabbing Deb's thong and yanking it to her knees. Debbie yelped and tried vainly to pull the black thong back in place. "Dammit, don't take my picture now!" she snapped at Stacy, who ignored her and kept snapped away. Joyce took advantage of Deb's vunerable, bent-over position to land a crunching right hook to her rival's jaw.
Debbie's eyes crossed a little and she suddenly stopped moving. "Wha" Wha' happen? she mumbled. She did not fall but she seemed completely out of it. Joyce followed up with a left and another right and Deb went down, sitting on her bare ass with a goofy look on her face.
"On your fee, Cow Tits!" Joyce commanded and yanked Deb up by pulling on her dark hair. Debbie could barely stand on her wobbly legs but Joyce kept her up with one hand while she unsnapped the black bra with the other hand.
Debbie's fine 34DDs popped out and up, standing there proudly, brown nipples grown hard in the cold air. Joyce giggled again at her out-classed victim, reaching out to pinch and pull at the big nipples.
"Damn, but you really do have huge knockers, don't you, Deb? But you just never learn - if you'd just kept your mouth shut, we wouldn't be doing this now." She shook Debbie and the black-haired trollop slowly regained at least a little of her senses.
"Puh-puh-please! Don't hit me again!" Deb stammered, tears starting to flow. "I was just kidding - I know I can't beat you! Please - no more punches! You hit so hard - you're too tough for me!"
The tough blonde just shook her head. "You should have thought of that before you told everyone I cheated. Now stand up and take your beating like a woman!"
With that she gave Debbie two blasts to the boobs, one for each big fun bag. Debbie wailed as Joyce began boxing her tits back and forth, up and down. Then she wound up good and hit Deb right on the point of her chin. Debbie stumbled back and fell into a shopping cart, her long legs and arms dangling over the sides. Joyce gave the cart a hard kick and it rolled down the aisle to crash into a tall stack of canned beans.
The heavy cans crashed down on the beaten woman. Clonk! Clonk! Clonk! Debbie's eyes rolled up in her head and she mumbled "Oh, wow!" just before she passed out.
Joyce strutted over to the photographer and they gave each other high fives. Posing behind the cart and holding Debbie by her long hair, Joyce said "I want copies of all the pictures," she said. "Especially the ones where Deb gets beaned!"