Dinner Date Debate

Juliet Welton v Lynne Leyton

Juliet Welton was enjoying a new lease of life in her relationship with Beaker and had just slipped from the shower and started to dress her carefully selected silk underwear slid over her pampered legs when she noticed the TV monitor in the corner of the room. It was directed to the ring in the converted barn gym of the man in the West Country and she witnessed Lynne Leyton pummelling Jackie Stephens into oblivion the blonde hammering a raft of blows into the taller woman’s breasts and crotch to end things and send Jackie crashing face down to the canvas. Another loss for that has been tramp mused Juliet reaching for her bra but as she did she saw the triumphant blonde leap into her man’s, as she saw it, arms and she saw red dropping the bra she raced from the locker room back into the gym area. She arrived to see Lynne throwing off her gloves as she sat astride Beaker clearly intent on consummating her victory.

Behind them Pammi Khan was tending to her fight partner easing Jackie from the ring, “What the hell are you doing bitch?” snarled the redhead reaching towards the ring as Lynne’s left hand fumbled for Beaker’s obvious erection. Lynne’s head snapped round, “Winner’s privilege!” she smirked, “Well you haven’t won yet,” snapped the redhead climbing into the ring adding, “Me and you now winner gets him for the night!” Lynne always keen for a meaningful scrap and still high on the destruction of Stephens scrambled to her feet, clad in tight blue satin boxer shorts and matching boxing boots she quickly squared up to the virtually naked redhead as Beaker scrambled to his feet to circle the pair, he knew when to stand back and this was just such an occasion. Pammi glanced at the couple as she eased Jackie onto one of the settees that lined the walls of the room as she continued to care for her battered blonde team mate. Juliet like Jackie was a year older and a couple of inches taller than the blonde at 5’6” although her figure was last statuesque than the blonde’s stretching the tape to a delightful 34B-28-36 inches compared to Lynne’s curvy 34DD-25-32 inches as they closed to stand toe to toe.

Their breast brushed electrically and that seemed to trigger the imminent fight to explode into action as each naturally grabbed at the other a four handed hair pulling catfight kicked off and it was the kicking that settled the first encounter as Lynne kicked the redhead in the shin while the tennis player caught the blonde with a knee to the thigh and they tottered apart before flying together again. Juliet more scientifically knocked Lynne’s left hand aside with her right to plant a forearm against the shorter woman’s left cheek rocking her back before she grabbed Lynne’s wrist and whipped her into the ropes. Her intended clothesline was too telegraphed though and she suddenly found the blonde flying towards her off her feet as Lynne used the ropes to accelerate into a flying body check that sent them crashing to the canvas with the blonde on top of her rival.

But not for long Juliet took a firm handful of blonde hair with her right hand and yanked hard rolling to her right at the same time and the pair rolled completely over with the redhead straining to grapevine the shorter woman but realising the danger Lynne slammed her knee forward to smack her rival between the thighs and throw them apart with the blonde hissing, “You’re as weak there as that slut!” as Juliet screeched and rolled over one hand momentarily nursing her throbbing thatch as they eyed each other and pushed themselves back upright.
They swept forward and clashed in mid ring with the taller redhead deftly turning the blonde’s charge into a neat hip toss dumping Lynne on her backside with Juliet swiftly dropping to one knee behind her rival attempting to lock a sleeper hold on the woman. She spotted Jackie slowly sitting up with Pammi’s support and the pair were certainly close with Pammi speaking softly close to the woman’s ear her hand on the beaten blonde’s inner thigh, “Go on give her a good grope it’s the only way she can get excited these days!” taunted the redhead winning her a wicked glare from the Asian angel that promised a confrontation at some point. However Juliet’s attention was brought back to the more pressing issue of the blonde in the ring as Lynne planted her feet and started to force herself upright making the redhead follow in a similar manner pressing her feet down and rising upwards but fighting to retain the sleeper.

Lynne had other ideas and slammed an elbow back catching the redhead full in the navel and that broke the hold and Lynne slipped free gasping in some air and turning quickly she hissed, “Now to close another cunt down!” and she clenched her fists clearly intent on driving her knuckles into the redhead’s knickers as she stepped forward. Juliet though was not going to be a punch bag like the other blonde had become earlier and she stepped into the advancing blonde neatly blocking the thrown right with her left before she lifted her knee into the shorter woman’s guts folding her forward into a ring shaking DDT as she dropped to her knees driving Lynne’s forehead into the canvas. She shoved the blonde over and straddled her and pinning the woman’s arms she gave her bare breasts a massage well beyond teasing and tormenting crushing twisting and mauling the soft flesh making the blonde kick and screech in protest.

“Shut up slut face!” hissed the redhead deftly grabbing the blonde’s head slamming the woman’s head half a dozen times backwards to the canvas stunning the woman and leaving her helpless to prevent Juliet sliding across her applying a leg spreading grapevine with one clear intent. “Hey Stephens get a load of this bitch as your next you weak slut!” a comment that gained her a withering glare from Pammi that promised confrontation before she turned back to her partner with soft words and gentle touch Beaker noted the woman’s hand moving along the inside of his estranged wife’s thigh before a moan on the mat refocused his attention to the match on the mat as Lynne responded to the sliding, grinding attack of Juliet’s sex against her own loins. Juliet glanced at him and said seductively, “You love seeing one woman finish another take her completely don’t you/ See her dominate her in every way as a woman?”

She did not wait for a response as she focused her attention on the helpless blonde beneath her, “I took Wilde like this what chance did you really have whore face?” she challenged as she felt Lynne quivering her way to climax and surrender, she rode the woman to her orgasm and then swiftly shuffled forward to sit on the woman’s face to complete her own stimulation riding the beaten blonde as she shuddered through her own climax her eyes on Beaker as she completed literally her victory over the blonde before pushing up to her feet leaving the spent blonde sprawled on the canvas as she claimed the man saying, “Now I need another shower and more!” she teased guiding his hand to exactly where she needed it before she directed him from the ring and her claim to a date and more. She did glance briefly towards the other couple in the room to see Pammi and Jackie embraced on the settee a thought that disgusted her and she intended dealing with that issue sooner rather than later and Beaker was bound to fix that for her after what she intended for the evening.
THE END