Tiffany
by Ronin

Tiffany O'shea was had the architecture of a brick outhouse. She was a ravishing redhead with a body of the Rueben's, the face of a Botticelli, and the instincts of a tigress. She would go after whatever she wanted, and using her feminine charms, usually got it from some poor sap. She was a big girl; often able to intimidate the other women around her.
At the time, she was working as a stripper in a sleazy joint near the airport. She was the headliner. Angela Dinova worked there, too.
One day, Angela brought her new boyfriend, Adrian, to the club. Most of the girls playfully flirted with the boy, but Tiffany licked her lips, eying Adrian like a kid looking at a piece of candy. She decided that she wanted him for herself. She moved in on him like a lioness going after a zebra. She flattered him, feeling his muscles. She could not keep her hands off him. This did not sit well with Angela.
"Hey Bitch, " she told Tiffany, "stay away from my man! " Although not as big or as zaftig as the redhead, Angela was by no means a shrimp. She had faced down larger girls. She smiled with a predatory glint in her eye.
"And what if I don't? " she asked slyly.
"Then I'll tear your skanky ass to pieces! "
The Latina lunged at the redhead, and the fight would have started then and there if a bouncer had not intervened. When the manager heard of the fracas, he was not happy about the situation. He knew one of the girls would have to leave the club. They were the two most popular girls in the place. He knew he would have to decide which girl to let go. Suddenly, he came up with an idea.
Two nights later, a boxing ring was set up in the middle of the club. In the middle of the ring stood the manager, wearing a rented tuxedo. There was a microphone in his hand.
"Ladies and gentlemen, " he was announcing, "tonight, we have a special event. Two of the girls have decided that this place isn't big enough for the both of them. What we have here is a good, old-fashioned grudge match. The winner will stay. The loser will go. "
Thundering rock music blared from speakers.
"Entering the ring first, at an impressive 36DD-28-34, the beautifully built assassin, Angela Dinova! "
Angela danced into the ring, smiling. The customer hooted and roared with delight. As she shed her robe, she wore nothing but black bikini briefs.
"And now entering the ring, at a fine 34DD-28-32, tempting Tiffany O'shea! "
Tiffany shook her money maker into the arena. She was wearing a jet black robe. Under it, she was wearing only a silver g-string.
The two vixens glared at each other. The manager gestured to both women to get in their corners. The bell rang. Tiffany rushed out to meet her rival. She was about to grab her adversary's tits and hair when she was punched in her pretty face. Angela followed up with a left to the bust-line. The red-head grimaced in pain, so Angela hit her with a right to the chest. Tiffany let out a small squeal of pain. She retaliated with a one-two to Angela's tits. The Latin lovely took the hits, coming back with a hard left to the mid-section. Tiffany's eyes widened in shock as if an electric current had run through her. Before she could catch her breath, Angela punched her in the jaw. Tiffany staggered. She found herself lying on the canvas. The crowd jeered. They were expecting a real fight, not a squash.
Angela waited patiently for her opponent to stand. She was in no hurry to end this fight. Tiffany's eyes were unfocused. She seemed to have no idea where she was. Angela's smile was cruel. She stalked her rival like a hungry lioness. She closed the space between them. They were near enough to whisper to each other. Angela was about to finish her hated rival off when Tiffany struck, kneeing the Hispanic beauty in the midriff.
Now it was Angela's turn to feel the shock of pain. She instantly went to her knees. Tiffany had been faking. With an evil laugh, she grabbed the dusky goddess by the hair, pulling her to her feet. Putting Angela in a hammerlock, Tiffany rushed her opponent, tits first, into the turnbuckles. Angela groaned in pain. Tiffany turned her rival around, and started to body-punch Angela into oblivion. She sunk her left fist into Angela's softly rounded belly. Then she struck her rival repeatedly in the tits. First, she hit Angela in the right boob, then the left. Angela was helpless, hung up on the ropes like so much wash. She could only grimace as her lithe, lovely body absorbed blow after blow.
Tiffany, growing bored with pummeling her foe, pulled Angela out of the corner, dumping the beauteous senorita in the middle of the ring. Lying recumbent on the canvas, Angela looked as used up as a two dollar whore. Tiffany climbed to the top rope, preparing to splash down onto her rival. She smiled wickedly as she dove onto Angela. At the last moment her expression turned to horror as she saw Angela draw her knees to her chest. The ear-piercing scream she let out echoed around the club. The redhead's boobs landed directly on Angela's shins. The mammaries were crushed by the impact. The two fighters lay recumbent on their backs. Neither seemed able to move. After a few moments, Angela got slowly to her hands and knees. Crawling over to where her rival was lying, she laid herself atop Tiffany. The voluptuous redhead groaned softly as she was pinned to the mat. Angela began to punch Tiffany in the sides. Feebly, Tiffany tried to fight back, but it was a futile gesture. The Latin bombshell was trying to throw a leg over her foe.
Eventually, Angela succeeded, putting Tiffany in a scissors hold. Her strong, shapely gams were wrapped around her rival's slender waist. As the air was forced from her body, Tiffany tried desperately to escape, but it was in vain. In time, Tiffany closed her eyes, her body relaxing into surrender. As if to make sure, Angela clawed Tiffany's breasts. Even that did not rouse the copper tressed goddess.
Angela straddled her rival, waiting for her to revive. When she did, Tiffany was slapped and pummeled. Finally, having her fill of revenge, Angela stood, her arms raised in victory. Her hated rival lay at her feet. Adrian came to her.