"At last, at long last!" Debbie thought smugly to herself. "At last I get some revenge on that skinny cunt Joyce!"
Debbie had spent the day shopping, making life miserable for sales clerks everywhere, getting a whole new wardrobe. Of course, she was using her new boyfriend's credit cards, driving his sportscar and living in his penthouse apartment. "And the best part of it all - I stole him from Joyce!" she smirked to herself.
That wasn't exactly true. Joyce had split with Brad before Deb came along. But it felt good to think she'd had something to do with it. And Brad had been an easy catch - on the rebound, looking for someone wild and easy and when Deb saw him - well, it was like shooting fish in a barrel. She'd flaunted her gorgeous body, letting him see flashes of her shapely legs, her nicely rounded ass and especially her pride and joys - her 34DD breasts.
Brad had been a good catch - lots of money and entirely too nice to tell Deb to put the brakes on her over-spending. And knowing that Joyce wanted to get back together with him was the icing on the cake!
Joyce had been the bane of her existence for far too long. Deb thought back to all the beatings she had endured at the hands (and fists!) of the slim blonde. Hard to believe such a little bitch could pack such a punch. Deb's hands unconsciously cupped her big breasts, the targets of Joyce's fury so many times in the past. In a boxing ring, at the pool, at the mall - Deb still had nightmares of a blonde tigress walloping her big titties until she cried for mercy.
Still, that was in the past, she decided as she walked up to the apartment with her arms full of shopping bags. Better give the boy a show tonight, she thought. Fuck his brains out and he'll never notice the Visa bill.
To her surprise, Brad was home early, waiting for her in the living room. Deb covered her slight nervousness by telling him about some sexy underwear she'd bought and offering to model it for him. "You'll love it, honey! And I found some "fuck-me" shoes that go great with it!" Before Brad could say a word, she'd stripped and was slipping into a tiny black bra-and-panties set complete with four-inch high heels.
"That's beautiful, Debbie," Brad told her, a funny look on his face. "Why don't you go in the bedroom? I have a big surprise for you too."
Deb's heels clicked as she stalked down the hall. What could the surprise be, she wondered. Maybe he was up for something different and kinky tonight? (Unfortunately for the busty bimbo, she was very close to the truth!)
To her utter amazement, when she turned on the light in the bedroom, there stood her nemesis Joyce, arms folded and a happy smile on her face. The blonde wore jeans, sneakers, a white top and (OH MY GOD! thought Debbie) a pair of red boxing gloves.
"Hi there Chesty! Brad called me over tonight and said he had a pest that needed removing from his apartment. So just call me the 'Exterminator'!" She banged her gloves together and pointedly eyed Debbie's large bra-clad fun bags.
Debbie started to flee the room but bumped into Brad who was blocking the door. She turned on him furiously. "You're crazy if you think I'm going to fight that bitch again!" she hissed at him.
Brad just shrugged. "Fine, then. Pack your shit and get out of the house. But know that I'll see you in court to get back all my money you've been spending!"
Debbie squirmed like a rat in a trap. She knew she'd be up the creek if he really did force her to repay all the money she'd blown in the past few weeks. But even worse would be having to face Joyce once again. Her tits ached just thinking about it! Still, if she could just once catch the bitch by surprise ....
She suddenly whirled and swung a huge right cross at Joyce's chin. If the punch had connected the fight would have been over. Unfortunately for the buxom brunette, Joyce ducked and Deb's fist only fanned air.
"Oh, too bad!" Joyce giggled. "You haven't changed a bit, you sneaky skank! Still can't land one decent blow. Y'know, maybe if you had those balloons on your chest reduced, you could fight better. Tell you what, Titsie - I'll see if I can reduce them for you by beating them flat. Now put on those gloves before I kill you!"
Deb whined and pleaded with Brad but it was no use. In a few moments, she was wearing gloves and facing Joyce yet again.
Joyce started slowly, jabbing and weaving around Debbie, who was still wearing high heels and could barely move. A smarter woman would have thought to just kick off the shoes. But then Deb was never what you would consider very bright.
"Don't - ugh! - don't hit so - ooof! - so hard!" Debra squealed. "You - I hate you! - oh! Ggggooodd! - you bitch! ow! Ughhh! Uffff!"
Then Joyce peppered her rival's pretty face and chest with crisp lefts and rights, laughing as Deb slowly got a familiar bewildered look in her big blue eyes. Then the lithe blonde went to work on Deb's soft belly, pounding on her ribs and making the brunette's belly button a target. That really got Debbie groaning and sobbing pain cries and she dropped both hands to cover her aching tummy.
"Well, well, look at this! Your chest looks just like the Acme Zeppelin Factory!" Joyce taunted her. "Do you mind terribly if I punch those big soft balloons for a while? No? Great!"
Debbie shrieked as Joyce zeroed in on her favorite targets. The brunette sexpot howled with pain as her natural wonders were beaten first up and down, then sideways. Boppity-boppity-boppity-bap! The blonde then began plowing her fists straight into the big targets where her fists almost disappeared in the meaty jugs.
"God, this is so much fun!" Joyce laughed. "I love the way she always talks tough then squeals and moans when I begin hitting these big boobs!" She shot a quick left and Deb screeched as if to prove her point.
Joyce began circling her slower opponent, lashing out hard punches, slugging those big knockers again and again. Deb's bra hung loosely below those once-luscious tits, swaying gently as her purple-brown nipples oddly became erect in the cool air.
"Please! I'll leave! Just lemme go and I'll leave!" Debbie blubbered helplessly. "You're beatin' my boobs off! Ooo, I can't take this!"
"Time to put you away once again, Juggsie!" Joyce told her after she finished softening her up. "I think you look better when you're out cold, stretched out on the floor."
"I - no! I'm begging you! Don't knock me out again, PUH - Lease! Don't - Huuuh!" Deb gurgled as Joyce landed a hard right uppercut to the point of the brunette's delicate chin. The shapely slut felt her legs go all rubbery but she didn't fall. That was because Joyce held one glove under her chin for the next few moments, laughing at the goofy, woebegone expression on her victim's pretty face.
Joyce then wound up and hit Debbie with a right so hard the beaten woman spun almost all the way around before collapsing in a sodden heap on the floor.
Debbie didn't remember much after that. Someone seemed to be half-carrying, half-leading her out the door. Then there was a strange stinging pairn to her nipples.
She woke up the next morning propped between the trash cans in the back of the building. Her eyes were blackened and she was dressed only in her black panties and high heels. But that wasn't the worst thing about her predicament. Both of her nipples had been pierced and were supporting large hard metal nipple rings. A silver chain ran between the rings and a little post-it note was hanging from the chain.
When she gathered her senses a bit, she red the note and began to whimper softly.
"Dear Boobsie" (the note read) - Thanks for the sparring session. Hope you like your new jewelry. You're evicted, of course. But don't worry about getting back to your crummy apartment. The trash man picks up this morning. Maybe you can blow him for a ride home!"
And Debbie, being Debbie, took that advice!