Chapter One: The New Nooner by Mr. Cage – comments at mrcagefight@yahoo.com
(With honors to a recent television crime series about consequences of an anonymous fight club that via text messages in public parks in NYC to fight it out at lunch; you come dressed as you are and stagger back to work afterwards.)
Teresa Longley turned from her desk full of compliance documents she was reading for the third time. If this was life then life was too fucking long. Her door was closed and her secretary protected the entrance. She leaned back and put her hand under her short, smart, sexy business suit skirt and rubbed the thin nylon netting over her waxed lips and squirmed a bit. The excitement was rising. She opened her designer purse and checked her private cell phone. The text read: “Lincoln Noon Ladies Day A3.” She forwarded her message to Ted her new fuck and second. The reply came back immediately from Ted, a loan work out hot shot, “Baby it is on. See you in the lobby soonest. ”She grabbed her large carry bag and exited with a cheery, “I’ll be back around 2, got some things to do. The contracts are ready to go, send them back the legal.”
She rushed out of the office and met up with Ted in the lobby. He was a hot fuck and a freak for excitement just like her. Sex clubs, swapping, orgies and bare back fucking were the latest trend for them, screw aids and STDs. Life was too short to worry about the small stuff. Their motto was, “Fuck hard, fuck a lot, work hard, make money and enjoy every second out of the office.”
*
Maria Gomez wiped the sweat from her brow. Tufts of her long black hair had escaped the hairnet. Her boss would bitch if he saw them. She adjusted the hairnet and went back to stocking the newly arrived sandwich meats. She checked her cheap watch. She’d been there since four in the morning. She worked a seven hour straight shift to get off at 11 with an eight hour payday. Cleaning vomit and drug paraphernalia deposited in the restrooms during the night shift was the worst of it. The morning shift had to start spotless if the business types were going to pick up their breakfasts. The morning was frantic from seven to a little after nine. There were two hours of cleaning and stocking to prepare for the even madder lunch time. The management was smart and they changed shifts at eleven so the lunch crew would be fresh for the busiest time of the twenty four hour fast food chain. She hated the hairnet, blue paper cap, cheap blue monogrammed blouse and black shapeless shoes. At least they allowed the girls to substitute an “appropriate” black skirt for the formless black pants they used to wear. With ten minutes left to go she took her bathroom break, shed the hairnet and cap and shortened her skirt three inches by folding over the belt line catholic school girl style. After relieving her bladder and eating a box of greasy fries she punched her time card with one hand and checked her cell phone with the other. Damn it only said “Lincoln Noon Ladies Day.” She didn’t have a fight ticket she’d have to challenge her way into a fight. A ticket gave you a guarantee. She headed for the park feeling her body tense. She really needed this.
*
The crowd had gathered quickly: men and women in business suits, nurses, doctors, waitresses, teachers, construction workers, truckers, off duty cabbies, shop sales people, mail persons, secretaries, all walks of life, all races, every nationality - a glorious mosaic of people wanting to beat others senseless or enjoy the spectacle. There were gathered on the low rising hills, standing on concrete benches, sitting against trees, or standing in concentric circles around a dip in the park that was to serve as the arena. Five guys with video cams dressed in referee stripes prowled the yellow tape wrapped around seven trees and one phone box. Eight uniform cops, including two women stood around laughing and joking with everyone else.
A sixth guy in referee strips stepped out of the crowd with microphone rig strapped to his shoulders and announced, “Welcome to Thunderdome! It’s Ladies Day in Lincoln Park.”
There was roaring laughter and applause. The cameras started up. There was no charge, the organizers got paid by tape sales, internet memberships and the fighters had to put up one hundred and five dollars. The winner got two hundred and the management collected ten. In return the promoters kept the fights orderly and kept a data base of the fighters who had to be members of the internet club.
The Microphone Guy announced, “A-1 step forward.”
One of the cop ladies took off her belt and jacket. She dropped her pants to reveal a rolled up white tennis skirt, white bikini and strong brown legs. She kicked off her shoes and took off her white socks. She somehow took off her bra under her shirt and tossed it to her friends. Then she rolled up and tied off her blouse cop blouse under surprising thick breasts, took off her tie and walked out into the center of the grassy dip to cheers, boos and hoots of the assembled multitude.
Microphone Guy reported, “Della stands 5’9’’, weighs 150 pounds and has had basic defense training, boxed in the police and fireman Olympics six years running, won ten and lost four. This is her eighth fight with us and she is undefeated. Challengers come up.”
Five women came out of the crowd. Della and the Microphone Guy talked with each one. After some angry taunts and posturing by would be fighters, the brown cop lady pointed to hefty black woman wearing fatigues, a dirty muscle shirt and combat boots.
After taking some notes Microphone Guy said, “Challenger Keisha stands 5’8’’ weighs 170 pounds and fought golden gloves and is a member of Brownville Fight Club. She has had two fights with us and won both.”
Keisha stripped off her boots and socks and then to the mocking applause of the crowd dropped her pants showing a stretched out pair of white bikini panties with a full black bush sticking through and around. The organizers provided her with a black tennis shirt. Everyone fought barefoot and bare-knuckle. The promoters required the ladies wear skirts that showed their knees and go braless under their blouses or t-shirts. After all the Ladies Day was as much about sexual exhibition and voyeurism as it was about the technical quality of the fights.
Microphone Guy announced, “No blows to the head or neck, no bone breaking, no eye gouging, no face scratching or biting above the shoulders. Two five minute rounds followed by a third no limit round if required. Tap out or KO rules.”
Della and Keisha raised their hands over their heads and paraded around. Della’s braless tits looked firmer and perhaps just as big under their cop blue blouse. Keisha’s big tits drooped a bit under her dirty muscle shirt. The cop was thick and hard in the belly and legs. Keisha had a roll of fat around the middle, a big ass and fat thick legs. Still the black girl looked stronger. Betting was on the black girl and the bookies quickly arrived at 3-2 odds against the brown cop.
They moved toward each other and the cop lashed out with a perfectly placed snap kick to the black girl’s fat thigh. The sound of heel on bone got a roar from the crowd. The black girl grunted and staggered. They ran together hard throwing rapid fire fists to the ribs and belly. The cop didn’t back off and she shouldered the heavier woman back and pounded her t-shirt covered belly from every angle.
The black woman looked furious and hurt. After taking a gut pounding she grabbed the cop’s shirt by its front, twisted and jerked pulling the brown woman in a circle and then tripping her. The crowd roared for tits. The crowd agreed that women fights were about exhibitionism. The blouse popped buttons, but held and the cop landed hard in the grass. The black woman stomped kicked at the cop’s big right tit and crushed it flat. That got a howl of appreciation. The cop moaned and twisted on her ass, revealing a surprisingly girlish red thong under her tennis dress and swept the black woman’s planted foot out from under her. The crowd roared again as the black woman bounce on her ass legs spread for all to see the outline of her sweaty pussy and hairy crotch.
The cop rolled forward and delivered a brutal heel kick down on the black woman’s exposed mound. There was a solid thud and even the guys in the crowd groaned and crossed their legs. The black woman screamed and grabbed herself. The cop was on top of her in seconds ripping open her t-shirt and jerking and ripping at her thick nipples. The black woman screamed and bucked trying to get her hands out from under the cop’s ass. The black woman screamed and finally yelled, “Get this fucking pig dyke off me.”
The cop yelled, “Give it up Sista!”
The Microphone Guy hovered close as the five camera men zoomed in on the tit taffy pull. Finally the black woman screamed, “I give! I give!”
The cop rolled off and stood with her fist raised, collected the two hundred bucks and rejoined her pals who helped clean her up and dress her again. Other than some grass stains on her blouse and some easily hidden torn seems she was unmarked, although she complained a lot about her stomped tit as she struggled back into her bra.
The Microphone Guy declared, “A-2 step forward.”
The crowd waited, but no one appeared. The Microphone Guy made a show of starting a stop watch while repeating the announcement about every thirty seconds. After two minutes he said, “A-3 step forward.”
*
Ted took her jacket and purse. She stepped out of her high heels and walked out into the fighting space her tight thin stripped black skirt pulled up over her hips exposing her pale blue panty hose and the obvious outline of her nude pussy underneath. Her dress blouse was unbuttoned and tied off under her 34D breasts revealing her sun bed tanned hard belly. She loved the catcalls and lurid comments about her fine hard ass and ready looking cunt. She had already shed her bra and her nipples showed clearly under the thin white blouse. Her short styled blonde hair framed a models face and set off her light blue eyes and perfect make-up.
Microphone Guy reported, “Teresa stands 5’8’’, weighs 127 pounds and has nothing more than a kick boxing aerobics class as training. This is her third fight with us and she is 2 and 1. Challengers step up.”
Two dozen women rushed into the grassy area wanting to beat up the blonde, but most were clearly too big and easily rejected. It came down to a secretary, a lawyer, an actress and Maria Gomez. The Puerto Rican seemed surprised when the white woman chose her over the other white women.
*
Microphone Guy read from his notes, “Maria stands 5’5’’ weighs 130 pounds and has no formal training but as she says she was a Amazon Warrior in the Latin Queens for five years and did two years in girl prison where she fought some more. With us she is 5 and 2.”
Betting went heavy on the Puerto Rican as she kicked off her shoes and tied off her greasy blue blouse after unbuttoning the top three buttons and taking off her white bra. Her brown 34B breasts were not the heavy targets that the white girl had but they seemed to be appreciated by the crowd as her brown nipples flashed as she stretched.
*
Ted whispered to Teresa, “I’ve seen the spic fight before! Her nipples are long and sensitive. Both losses were by nipple work. Her cunt and belly can take a lot so if you get a chance work on those nips.”
Teresa promised, “I’ll tear them off the bitch!”
The blonde walked provocatively forward happily showing off her smooth pussy and round ass through the pale blue stockings. Try as she might she didn’t seem to get under the Puerto Rican’s brown skin. Teresa circled with her fists ready at the level of her big tits making pussy licking taunts with her tongue. The thirty year old blonde and twenty-two year old black haired girl circled slowly, lowering their fists to rib level. Maria kicked out a brown foot. Teresa twisted slightly and took it on her left hip taunting, “That it spic?”
*
Maria snarled and rushed into the white bitch punching and kneeing. The white woman fought back, surprisingly strong and hurt her bad with knees and belly punches. They worked each other over leaning shoulder to shoulder, pushing, and punching into bellies and tits. Maria twisted slightly and got a brown knee into the whorish blonde’s barely covered pussy. The crowd loved it. The blonde grunted. Maria planned another, but suddenly both her nipples were on fire. The bitch had reached inside her blouse and seized them in between punches.
Screaming Maria pounded the business woman’s ribs and back trying to retreat, but the blonde kept pushing forward twisting and jerking the dark brown nipples. Nipple pain was expected in these battles, but usually only once the fight was on the ground. Maria put her hands on the blonde’s shoulders and pushed back. The crowd now saw what was happening in screamed in delight. Maria’s long dark brown nipples stretched straight out from her now conical light brown globes. She pushed harder and her nipples snapped out of the pinching squeeze and she staggered backwards covering herself. “Goddamn whore!” she squealed as she tried to rub the fire out of her tortured nipples.
*
Teresa was happy with her nipple work. She came to these fights to be hurt and to hurt. She loved fighting blacks and brown women, even Asian. She loved being politically incorrect in the fight even though in her everyday life like most well to do in the big city was a public progressive and a crusader for social justice. This was liberating and exciting, better than unprotected anal sex at an orgy. She loved making her opponent lose it and get dirty. The Chinese woman who had whipped her in the first fight had actually penetrated her on the ground with four dirty fingers and gouged out her tearful surrender and humiliating apology for all her gook and slant comments. She and Ted had fucked like rabbits afterwards even though her cunt was sore as hell.
She saw her chance and snapped out a right kick to Maria’s unseen as of yet crotch. The impact jarred her leg and the Rican bitch bent over holding herself. Hair pulling was allowed and expected. As soon as she saw that mass of long black hair flying, the blonde snagged to fistfuls and jerked while walking backwards. The bitch screamed and grabbed for the white wrists, but Teresa was an expert hair puller and she jerked side to side while pulling and walking backwards. Then at the moment when the Rican was most off balance, Teresa rushed behind her and pulled her backwards as hard as she could while driving a knee into the back of the exposed brown thighs. As planned the Rican landed hard on her head and shoulders. The crowd roared. Teresa went for the cunt stomp.
*
Maria hit the ground hard. The white bitch was a better, dirtier fighter than she had imagined. Then the stocking foot smashed her mound. It was a crowd pleaser and it hurt, but it didn’t debilitate her. The white bitch kicked the black skirt up exposing Maria’s black thong and heavy outlined pussy lips. The crowd roared. The sadistic blonde took aim and sent a toe kick at Maria’s pussy. She rolled taking the kick on the inside of a thigh, closed her legs and trapped the bitch’s stocking foot. Rolling back the other way forced the blonde to fall to the left hard on her side. Now the crowd cheered for Maria.
She tried to scramble on top the business woman, but a stocking foot to her belly kicked her back on her back. The blonde was across her in a second pinning her to the ground with a cross body press. Maria grunted under the weight across her tits, but before she got her arms trapped she retaliated for the dirty fighting. The crowd roared as the thin pale blue panty hose were ripped apart and two firm white ass cheeks exposed. Maria couldn’t see what she was probing for, but she didn’t care either hole would do. The blonde squealed as brown fingers almost found her asshole and pussy and crawled across Maria escaping.
*
Teresa ripped apart the knees of her stockings getting away, but she wasn’t going to take another cunting. On her hands and knees facing away from the tough young girl she knew she had to mule kick and did. Her foot caught the girl in the chest and then tangled inside the girl’s half open tied of ratty blue uniform blouse. As they struggled for a second the blouse ripped open and hung lose from the brown shoulders, exposing a sweat set of perfectly formed brown boobs and a heaving belly. The crowd loved it. Teresa wanted to rip those nipples off!
Teresa scrambled to her feet and turned just as the first brown fist hit her belly. She retaliated and they worked each other’s tits and bodies over without regard for defense for the final minute of the first round. The crowd was roaring its approval at the end of five minutes. This was the kind of rough bitch fight they loved. The blonde loved the nasty comments about her ass and the shout for the Rican to expose the blonde’s big tits. Teresa had to admit she was an exhibitionist, a sex addict, a sadist and a danger freak. So what! Life is a game that nobody wins and the only way to quit is by forfeit.
*
Fighters got a minutes’ rest, no water and no allowance for wardrobe adjustments. The blonde stood there sneering at Maria. The bitch obviously thought she was winning. Maria couldn’t abide those rich bitches in their business suits ordering food and mumbling about stupid waitresses or mumbling “could they move any slower” just like the people behind the counter didn’t have ears. The other woman was extremely fit and her heavy breathing was slowing. Both women were covered in sweat and dirt from their time on the ground. Maria was angry with herself for letting the white bitch look so good. She determined to leave the white whore naked, crying in the grass in front of everyone.
Maria charged forward at the beginning of the second five minute round. The white bitch snapped her hard foot out in another cunt kick, but Maria was to close and the bitch’s dirty foot glanced off the inside of Maria’s thigh. Maria’s right fist slammed hard into the blonde’s barely covered sex. Rewarded by an agonized moan, Maria rammed into the white girl and took her to the grass hard. Once there she climbed on top grabbing at the tied off designer blouse. Ripping and jerking, her own tits already exposed, Maria got the blouse undone then ripped open and then torn off at the arm holes. The white whore was basically topless and her fat round tits with pink nipples open to attack!
*
The Rican bitch had surprised her and now was about to pound her tits. The blonde bucked up and slid a hand down her belly. The Rican’s right fist crushed Teresa’s suntanned left breast. The round flawlessly inserted through her armpit silicone implant took some of the punch, but the pain was tremendous. At least she wouldn’t have to have the implant massaged to make sure no scare kernels built up around it. God that bitch’s knuckled were hard. The left fist came down and splattered against her right tit adding to the pain. The wild look on the spic whore’s face was exhilarating. The savagery was a pure turn on and the agony was just flavoring. The crowd was screaming for more they wanted her tits destroyed. Her pussy was so wet. The Rican slammed her right fist down again sending waves of agony into Teresa’s blue eyes.
Then it was the brown bitch screaming. She stopped punching and grabbed for Teresa’s arm. The crowd roared when they realized the blonde had gotten her right hand into the brown bitch’s cunt. Teresa couldn’t see, but she felt her fingers jerk the sweaty black thong aside. Her red white-tipped nails scratched the bitch’s wet hairy cunt lips and penetrated her in a single move: two fingers inside, two clawing at the cunt lip and her thumb sliding up the slit trying to skin the clit. The momentarily triumphant Puerto Rican cried out in terror and pushed her self up and off backwards feet kicking defensively. Teresa held onto the thong and pulled it down the brown legs and off stripping the bitch in a single move. She rolled over and stood up shedding her useless blouse and waving the black thong to the cheering crowd. Her tits ached but she was celebrating.
*
Maria hit the ground on her ass retreating from the shocking violation of her pussy. Losing her thong like that was humiliating, but the pain in her pussy terrified her. This white chick was a crazy bitch. For a moment Maria considered leaving in disgrace. What kind of stupid crazy cunt was she fighting? The blonde taunted her and celebrated her dirty move waving Maria’s black thong and then throwing it to the crowd. The bitch’s boyfriend caught it, sniffed it and put it in his pocket. The other men and women roared, delighting in Maria’s humiliation. She wasn’t going to quite now. She was going to make the white bitch get retreads on those fat fake tits!
Maria pushed up but not fast enough. A white foot caught her in the side. She staggered and the blonde was hooking rights and lefts, left’s to her belly and rights to her kidneys. Maria’s left hand went for the short blonde hair and clawed into the scalp, technically a violation, but one that was never called. The blonde screamed and fastened her right hand into Maria’s long black hair and slammed her left fist into Maria’s abused tits. They struggled like that. Maria finally got turned around tit to tit with the business woman and her right started pounding the white girl’s kidneys in retaliation. They staggered around jerking hair, pounding backs, kneeing and foot stomping. It was a dirty, even fight that went on and on until hands pulled them apart ending the second five minute round.
*
Maria knelt on the ground during the minute break and sucked in air. She was feeling slightly faint wishing she had eaten something more than the greasy fries. She was tired and hurt. Her tits throbbed, but worse her pussy burned from the inside. She had already had to lie twice at the clinic that a man had fucked her too roughly and torn her tissues. The bruises on her body she passed off as rough sex. It was less embarrassing to lie about being into sadomasochistic sex than a street fighter. She looked across at the white bitch; she was hurt too and tired, but the blonde was so fucking confident it enraged Maria. She refused to lose to this bitch!
The unlimited third minute round was called. The crowd applauded both fighters. Most fights, male or female, seldom made it to the second round. Damn few made it to the third round and those were greatly appreciated, especially when there were bare tits and ass. Maria shed her blue blouse so the bitch would have nothing to hold onto. Now they were both stripped to the waist. The blonde’s expensive skirt was rolled up around her hips showing her now bare ass and the clear out line of her pussy. What a whore! The bitch had to be humiliated.
*
Teresa planned to make the third round last. She wanted to leave the Rican bitch nude in the grass bleeding from both nipples. She charged into the bitch slamming rights and left into the ribs, belly and tits. They fought furiously for a minute with no defense. Punch after punch hit and Teresa’s body ached, but the brown bitch stepped back first. Teresa followed and scored a savage twisting punch to the woman’s lower belly. The gasp and slumping over was almost enough to make Teresa climax.
She grabbed the bitch’s wild black hair and held in place for a brutal knee to the tits. The Rican groaned and flopped about on by the hair like a puppet on a string. Two more knees and the girl fell to her knees holding Teresa’s legs. Biting and scratching to the face and neck were forbidden, but there was no limitation below the neck. Teresa jerked on the black hair trying to get the distance she needed for another tit crushing knee shot. Instead she got a full bite impression on her right thigh!
*
After taking an early beating and then the brutal kneeing Maria had been desperate. She wanted to beat this bitch with her fists, but that wasn’t working. Holding the legs had been a move of desperation. When Maria couldn’t lift the blonde bitch off balance, the ripping out of her hair was so painful she retaliated. The sweaty thigh was against her face. She opened her mouth, sucked in the tanned flesh and bit just as hard as she could. Biting usually got catcalls and boos, but this fight had gone beyond that. The blonde’s screams were applauded.
Now that she was in pain the white bitch jerked hair with one hand and hammered the side of Maria’s head with the other. The blonde’s frantic punching put her off balance and finally Maria tackled her. Now she had the bitch on her back. Maria tried to climb on top, but the hold on her hair kept her from getting above the waist. So she ripped open the front of the panty hose and dropped her mouth toward the nude mound. She had tasted the bitch’s blood and no whore, no matter how crazy, would give up in a second to avoid a bite to her cunt lips.
*
Startled by the reversal Teresa saw the bitch going for her pussy. She almost punched the bitch in the face, but that would be a disqualification. Instead she squirmed to the side and the bitch bite into her hip. Screaming in pain, Teresa ripped out another handful of the black mop and continued to squirm. The Rican’s desperation to bite into her mound caused the brown whore to shift her hold on Teresa’s legs. Teresa’s feet dug into the grass and propelled her backwards covering her ass with dirty and grass stains, but escaping the bloody teeth of the animal she was fighting.
Before she could get up the bitch lunged again and grabbed her left leg. Teresa’s right foot smashed the bitch’s left tit and pushed the small cone out of shape upward. The Rican fell backwards and rolled. Teresa scrambled to her feet and pursued kicking at the bitch’s back and belly as she rolled across the grass. The girl rolled into the crowd and Teresa plunged in after her. The crowd split apart. Teresa snatched the matted long black hair just as the bitch got to her hands and knees.
*
Maria was hurt. She tried to push up and a dirty white foot crushed her left tit. She squealed and flopped onto her back. The next foot was a stomp and it was at her mound. Her left thigh took it. The heel fell like a hammer on her thigh bone. Walking tomorrow was going to be painful! She rolled under the bitch and the next stomp glanced off Maria’s hip. The blonde dropped down straddling Maria in the middle of the screaming mob. Maria felt the new pain almost immediately. Looking down she was horrified to see her fat dark nipples crushed and twisted between the blonde’s thumbs, forefingers and middle fingers. The long buds were being crushed in two different directions and the pain was unbearable!
She was seconds from begging for mercy when the evil blonde bitch snarled, “No nipples for your bastards, bitch!” She had two children at home and no husband. The racist cock-sucking bitch just assumed the truth. “Fuck you!” Maria shouted as she bucked mightily rocking the blonde forward. The distance was almost perfect. Instead of getting the pink nipples in her mouth she got the underside of one of the plastic filled tit bags in her mouth. Now it was the blonde’s turn to scream in tit pain!
*
The terror of teeth in her tit made her jerk away pulling her tit flesh out of the clenched teeth. She knew in a second she was bleeding from the tit. She scrambled off the bitch driving her knees into the brown tits along the way. Before she escaped she felt fingers clawing at her crotch, but it was just for a fraction of a second. She crawled off and scrambled to her feet running out of the crowd back into the taped off part of the arena. She checked the bottom of her tit and found her hand smeared with blood, but it was pouring. Fucking spic would pay for that!
The crowd roared and incredibly the brown bitch was charging forward fists ready. Teresa was dead tired and hurt, but she wasn’t going to let this bitch out fight her. She planted her feet and took the battle back to the brown bitch’s tits and belly. Her tits seemed to be the Rican’s target now. Her 34D’s were pounded from the sides, below, top and straight on. The throbbing tissue was beginning to slow her down. Her arms were heavy and she was tired. The crowd was roaring for more. Another fist into the brown belly caused the spic to spew her lunch on Teresa’s belly and the crowd broke out laughing. Another punch to the same place on the belly and the girl grabbed hold and wrestled.
*
Maria was about to faint! Her belly was surely ruptured. Her field of view was surrounded by dark circles and they were closing in. The blonde wrestled against her trying to throw her off. The smell of the bitch was deep in Maria’s nostrils and the smear of her sweat and blood was all over Maria’s body. Win or lose she had never been in a more brutal, longer lasting fight. She held on for dear life hoping the blonde would give out.
They staggered across the grass. The crowd was screaming for more brutality. Maria was ready to swoon. A fist hit her in the kidneys and she sobbed knowing she couldn’t continue. She hooked a foot around the white bitch’s ankle and pushed. They went down and rolled again. Maria felt teeth enter her shoulder. The agony took the last bit of hope out of her. She had to give up or this crazy bitch would disfigure her.
*
The cops were screaming with everyone else. The oldest touched something on his belt. “Fuck,” he shouted and jerked on the arms of a couple of his compatriots. They’re radios were buzzing too. They looked at each other. He made the command decision and walked out into the green waving his hands while yelling, “Shut the fuck up. Some pain in the ass by-stander has called the cops. Clear the fuck out of her right now. Cars are on the way!”
*
Hands pulled the blonde off her. More hands picked her up. Somebody pulled a t-shirt over her aching tits. It was a blur, but Maria soon found herself standing in a one of the new self-cleaning restroom with her shoes in her hands and what was left of her clothes on the floor. She washed her face and slipped on her shoes. The desperate voice on the other side of the door wanted to get her moving fast. Five minutes later, sick to her stomach, faint with exhaustion and throbbing with pain she was in a cab headed for her tenement. Someone had shoved her hundred dollars in her pocket and paid for the cab. She closed her eyes and tried to remember what had happened.
*
Teresa came back to work. Her body was in agony and she was frustrated. She had the bitch when the organizers had pulled her off. Goddamn! She had to put pads in her bra to soak up the sweaty blood. She would get that spic back for the bites someday. Everyone had noticed her missing stockings and disheveled appearance and assumed she had been fucking her brains out. In truth it felt even better than that. The excitement, the pain, the crowd and the violence were orgasmic. She spent the afternoon rubbing her sore pussy, leaving her leather chair quite sticky. The only regret was the brown bitch had gotten away without giving up and it might be months before she had a fight ticket again. Of course, she could challenge anyone with a ticket on the next Ladies Day. At least her fight was being called the best of the year so far on the internet.
*
Still hurting from the fight, Teresa walked from the subway station to the place everyone called the Quick and Dirty. She needed a bagel or a muffin. The lines were long as usual and she was more than a little pissed by the time she got to the front of the line.
Some bitch said, “Next.”
Teresa bumped around the woman in front of her and started to order her muffin, but instead she said, “You.”
Maria blinked in disbelief and snarled, “You.”
Teresa smiled, dug into her purse. Instead of paying for a muffin she merely said, “This is my card. Call me if you ever want to finish things.”
The End (for now)