Bohemian Bear Hug – By Beaker

Lynne Leyton v Finni Graham

The rise of Lynne Leyton the feisty blonde originally from Manchester but now well established in the city had been impressive and now seen as Beaker’s number one for a night out, although Heather James and Juliet Welton would argue that status with violence if necessary. Whenever she saw him with another woman her jealousy rose with fury ranging from business meetings to passing conversation on a bus Lynne saw all women as a threat even attacking a woman in a bar for asking him a question. The fact she got quite a buzz from combat helped her focus that jealousy quite effectively and after an early boxing defeat having agreed to glove up she had taken some intense lessons from none other than Lindy McGuire, a fact that would cause Ms McGuire problems in the future, enabling her to conclusively defeat Penny Bridges in the ring recently.

“Boxing how barbaric!” shrieked the tousle haired Finni Graham, owner of a country hotel that Beaker was staying in with Ms Leyton on the South coast. The comment had come after the lady of the house had overheard a comment from the couple sitting in the sumptuous lounge decorated in style large settees and Persian wall hangings the lady dressed in a rather sixties style almost hippy like her loose fitting top clearly indicating she was not wearing a bra a thick crop of curly light brown hair topped a curvy 5’6’” frame while a tape measure would reveal a figure teasing at 36C-26-36 inches and a 128lbs. “I suppose you do slap and scratch do you big ears?” snapped Lynne glaring at the woman there were just the three of them in the large room as the two women sparked “Actually a good hair pulling catfight is my thing if you’re woman enough?” challenged the hostess.

Finni through the shoulder wrap she had on aside and stood hands on hips in a wispy multi coloured dress challengingly before the seated couple allowing Beaker to soak in her figure compared to Lynne’s 5’4” frame with the full some 34C-25-32 inch figure weighing in at around 116lbs a worthy opponent indeed, Lynne was never going to let the challenge pass and swiftly rose a white blouse over a smart skirt revealing black stockings and black stiletto heels. Beaker started to get up from the settee but Lynne snapped, “Sit down and watch me kick her arse!” “Oh so it’s not just patter cake is it blondie let’s see what you’ve got,” hissed the hostess lifting her hands claw like towards the advancing blonde focused on the woman and ready to lunge.

Lynne smiled and matched the pose, “Oh you will big mouth you will!” and she lunged forward grabbing at the woman’s hands but suddenly she found her self turned around left arm bent up her back and a hand in her hair shoving her forward to stumble back into the settee her shoes spinning away as she stumbled from them. A swift kick to the backside followed with laughter from Finni as she cooed, “Oh did the little boxer miss her punch?” and she stepped forward reaching for Lynne’s hair when she collected a bare foot full in the stomach as Lynne kicked back sharply before pushing herself up from the couch and turning towards the folded stumbling woman. Lynne grabbed Finni by the hair and swung her around and hurled her into another of the sumptuous settee’s in the process splitting her blouse around the shoulder area, “Bitch, you’ll pay for that,” snarled the blonde diving after the ash blonde on to the settee.
Lynne shoved her rival’s face into a cushion with her right hand while tearing at the dress with her left and achieving a satisfying ripping sound as the garment tore down a seam line. Finni was struggling and finally twisted enough to force Lynne to lose her balance and fall from the sofa to the thick carpet part dragging the woman with her, Ms Graham landed on her opponent part winding the blonde in the process. Lynne swung her left arm wildly cracking Finni across the face with her back hand and ripping the arm completely out of the already damaged blouse.

Finni was wrapped in her own torn dress her breasts bobbed free, gloriously unencumbered by anything like a bra, delightfully upturned they certainly caught the eye as she slapped the blonde hard across the face. Lynne rode the blow and twisting toppled the woman off and kicked out hard to shove her opponent away allowing her to struggle to her feet tearing her own top off and throwing it aside her breasts revealed in a white lacy bra. Finni was on her knees trying to pull her own dress off as Lynne stood up and advanced towards her, sensing the risk the hostess dived forward her dress dropping to her waist as she ripped it free. Finni tackled Lynne about the waist knocking her back to the carpet and she tried to straddle the woman but she was hindered by the dress rucking up about her waist.

Lynne twisted to her side rolling Finni to the carpet and the pair grabbed at hair and started to roll around slapping at each other before shoving feet at each other they were thrown apart and they scrambled to their feet. Both of their dresses ripped from the combat were ceremonially torn off and stepped out of and left on the floor as they strode forward Lynne clad in an expensive lacy white underwear set and hold up stockings while Finni wore a green thong and nothing else as they squared up again oblivious to the man sitting on the edge of his seat watching with rapt interest as the battle continued. The two women slapped together Finni’s naked breasts bobbing sweetly as she moved reaching forward the hostess grabbed her rival’s hair and cracked her hard across the face as Lynne attempted a more usual wrestling grapple hold.

The blonde’s head snapped round but as Finni tried to land a back hand to follow the slap the blond struck back with her right fist clenched to rip a brutal body blow into the woman just above her low cut thong briefs. Finni gasped and folded forward, “That’s why I box means I punch better slut face!” hissed Lynne as she ripped a second blow into the woman’s body about the navel leaving Finni folded forward wheezing for breath. Moving round the stooping woman Lynne lifted her right knee with venom into those sweet looking breasts knocking Finni upright before she slammed across the woman’s throat slamming her back to the carpet on her back still trying to restock her oxygen supply.

Lynne loomed over her opponent before she drove her right heel down on the woman’s stomach sitting her up with a wheeze before Lynne heaved her up by the hair into another couple of clubbing punches to the navel each one appearing more brutal than the last one to again leave the woman folded in half wheezing heavily. Taking the woman by the hair and the “T” of her thong over her bum cheeks Lynne hurled the woman across the room into one of the empty settees a tangle of arms and legs. Moving quickly Lynne grabbed her opponent again by the hair and slammed her head into the sofa arm three times momentarily stunning the hostess as Lynne rose back to her feet pulling her rival up by the hair. Finni was turned around by the blonde her arms hanging at her sides senses spinning allowing Lynne to step back and launch a wicked kick right between the woman’s thighs.
The thumping blow lifted Finni from her feet and sending her crashing to first her knees then her face as she collapsed from the numbing pain in the crotch. “Thought you could catfight, bitch?” taunted Lynne as she stood over the face down woman before dropping astride the moaning woman and dragging her into a vicious back bending camel clutch cupping her own hands under the woman’s chin to add to the bending back problem. Finni moaned and kicked her feet in frustration clearly completely trapped in the nasty hold of her rival, satisfied she was in control Lynne moved her hands to hold the woman up by twin twisting mauling holds of her breasts drawing wails of pain from the hostess. “I’ve kicked your sex in now I’m ripping your tits off,” snarled Lynne enjoying herself hurting the woman before she glanced at Beaker, “Enjoying this big boy?” she smiled before releasing the woman and slamming her face first to the carpet.

Pulling Finni up by the hair Lynne turned the woman to face her again Ms graham’s arms hung limply at her side allowing Lynne to viciously drive her knee into the defenceless woman in the groin three crotch crippling times the final blow sending the woman to her knees a hand finally moving to cover her crotch belated protection for her throbbing sex life. Lynne stepped across the woman lifting her thigh across Finni’s naked beasts sending her sprawling to the carpet in the idle of the room looking quite sorry for herself moaning softly her challenge appearing to have been overly ambitious crossing swords with Ms Leyton not as smart as she thought it was going to be impressing the man and defeating his woman clearly a dream.

Lynne stepped over her and strutted over to her man stepping astride his legs and sitting down facing him thrusting her breasts at him before kissing him passionately, “Is that all for me big man?” she teased feeling his manhood rising to the occasion as she gyrated her hips, “Keep that though while I finish this tramp off,” she finished kissing him again before seductively standing and removing her own bra and wiggling her naked breasts at his face before she stood and turned to cross the room towards her opponent who had struggled to her hands and knees.

“Get up then big mouth,” taunted Ms Leyton reaching down to grab the woman by the hair and roughly pulling her head back, Finni glared up at her showing more fight in her eyes that her body demonstrated until her right hand claw like tore into Lynne’s love lips and viciously twisted halting the cocky blonde in her tracks as Finni rose to her feet still clawing at the woman’s crotch until she was eye to eye with the woman, “Shut your big mouth bitch!” she hissed before suddenly butting the woman right between the eyes sending Lynne tottering back on her heels.

Finni stepped into the blonde a powerful body check that sent the woman toppling half onto a settee legs out in front of her, Lynne was more surprised than hurt and as Finni came after her moving to straddle over her legs the blonde kicked out with her right foot arrowing missile like between Finni’s thighs to jab against her pudenda painfully. Finni’s legs buckled and she dropped forward to her knees ending astride the blonde as Lynne tried to sit up knocking her back against the settee as their hands moved to maul bits of each other despite their own aches and pains. Lynne’s right hand thrust between her rival’s legs to grab and twist at the throbbing sex centre of the other woman while Finni’s eyes opened wide in shock her own hands found the left breast and throat of her rival and she started to squeeze hard with both hands, Lynne gagged and countered with her left hand finding the naked right breast of the other woman and she twisted for all she was worth.
Finni rolled to one side and the pair crashed to the carpet clawing and squeezing at the other’s sensitive areas and it was the throat squeezing that seemed to be having most effect as Lynne started to go red and she was gasping. Lynne’s hands fell away from her rival’s breast and crotch and she tried to prise the clawing hold from her throat as she rolled to her back with Finni moving to sit astride the blonde bouncing her weight on the woman’s stomach. Grabbing the woman’s little finger Lynne bent it back as far as she could sharply finally forcing Finni to release the throat hold but she quickly yanked her hand free and grabbed the blonde’s wrists and pinned her arms wide effecting a neat school girl pin leaving her staring down at her rival for the first time.

Finni smiled and said, “Now it’s my turn,” and she eased forward obviously intent on delivering a face sitting to rub in her superiority but Lynne suddenly twisted as she moved and Finni was thrown aside heavily. Her left leg followed underneath her while her right over Lynne’s thigh so it was easy for the blonde to push up parting the woman’s thighs exposing her crotch to the wicked right fist that smacked her plum centre of her sex. Finni gagged and tried to curl up but Lynne was between her thighs holding her legs apart as Ms Graham desperately dropped her hands to her crotch to cover her wounded womanhood. Lynne leapt forward throwing her own legs astride the woman as she released the leg neatly pinning Finni’s arms in the process.

Grabbing Finni’s hair Lynne pulled her rival’s head up and she punched the woman full in the face knocking her stunned back to the carpet before she slid forward to bounce heavily on the woman’s naked breasts before she completed the humiliation by sliding astride the stunned woman’s face and settling over her mouth and nose. Reaching back Lynne twisted and pinched Finni’s nipples while sitting astride the woman’s face covering Finni’s mouth and nose with her crotch. Finni kicked weakly for a few moments before her movements slowed and finally stopped she had passed out Lynne gave the captured nipples a final vindictive twist before she slowly rose to her feet leaving Finni out cold at her feet as she turned towards Beaker she placed a foot on the beaten woman’s breasts, “I believe I win do I get a prize now?”

Beaker rose to meet her as she stepped away from the beaten woman and met his embrace thrusting her virtually naked body against him and they kissed her hand straying to the next target of her attention before they slipped back to their room. Finni came round to find her guests gone and herself virtually naked she collected her ruined clothes noting that the blonde had left her own torn blouse and skirt on the floor with a note. “I expect you to take these as payment for the room if you ever feel brace again here’s my number call me and I’ll kick your arse again!” Finni flared grabbed the phone and dialled the number, Lynne answered, “So you woke up loser!” “I will find you and make you pay bitch you owe me for a room,” snapped Finni, “You owe me for a blouse and skirt, loser!” snapped back the blonde, “We’ll call it even.” She cut the connection with a smile and turning to beaker gushed, “I think that is the last I will hear from her although judging by the effect the little spat had on you maybe I should beat her up as foreplay every night!” Back in the house Finni was fuming the bitch owed her money and she intended to make the bitch pay but how to do it she could clearly fight maybe she needed to get some training before forcing a rematch an idea fused and she looked up an old friend, “International Directory Enquiries which country?” the phone voice said, “South Africa,” Sherri would be perfect mused the hostess a plan for another day began to form.
THE END