WARNING: This is an extreme fantasy with absolutely no founding in reality. If extremish violence and/or fatal-finish combat disturb you then do not read further, seriously.
The Talent Scout
Chapter I
Brothel Brawlers
The Madam of a brothel full of beautiful whores, Taylor couldn't understand why she was having such trouble seducing Wyatt. Aside from her obvious looks, she'd been doing everything she could to interest a catfight manager like him.
Taylor had plenty of videos from the days before she'd taken over the brothel. While she'd never quite made it to the pro circuits, she had rarely lost a match in the seedier venues, and had over a dozen deathmatch vids from those times.
Once her mother, the previous owner of the whorehouse, had died, Taylor gave up her fighting ways, but had always planned to get back in to it.
Now Wyatt was going to go fuck Taylor's victorious girls instead of her. She swore that if he tried to recruit either of them, even her own niece, Skye, she would personally torture them both to death. She wouldn't mind so much if he had ever even once tried to sleep with her, but she would not beg him.
Now, alone, she made her way to her VIP room. Every time she and her rival property owner matched their girls up against one another, they finished the night having cocktails that frequently ended in an orgy.
Taylor's rival, Blake, owned the Stripclub across the street. The two had been rival business owners for years, Blake having far more fighting girls, while Taylor's whores always pleasured in ways strippers could not. While they had started out friendly, over the years it had become a bitter fued, with plenty of dead slave girls on either side.
Blake was already in the VIP area when Taylor entered, the redhead was at the bar, drinking a martini and smoking from a long stemmed cigarette. Other than the two women, the only other person was Blake's current lover, a rare male bouncer that Taylor didn't even know the name of.
Adjusting her top, Taylor almost skipped into the room. Giggling innocently as she took her place at the small bar Blake stood at, Taylor downed a shot, the slave girls had set up several drinks ahead of time, knowing Blake and Taylor's preferences (Blake liked dry martinis, Taylor had her bourbon and various whiskey shots). Grinning, she turned to the scowling redhead, "What a fight, huh? You know there was a moment there I thought I was going to lose, but that Summer sure knows how to kill a bitch, doesn't she?" Taylor placed her forearm against her own throat and exagerated a crunching sound, "Too bad, that Cailey looked like a real fighter."
Blake downed her drink and grabbed another, three empty glasses behind her already. "Trained her myself, if it was one on one, your girl would be dead meat, deathfight or not." Taylor actually believed it, Cailey had only died becauseshe tried to save Jess. If the thin brunette had finished Summer properly, she might have beaten down Skye as well.
"It's a good thing I trained my two as well, you're best just couldn't be beaten by anything less."
It took Blake a second to parse that what Taylor had said was an insult. Throwing her empty glass at the wall behind the bar, the redhead rounded on Taylor. "What the fuck's that supposed to mean? My best isn't good enough to beat yours?"
Taylor stirred her drink and purposefully didn't look at the fuming Blake, "Oh honey, Summer and Skye aren't my best, anyone learning from me is that good."
Blake's thrown punch was completely forseen by Taylor. The blonde had been planning to finally fight the redhead tonight in front of Wyatt, but would settle for filming it from hidden security cameras.
Ducking under Blake's wild swing, Taylor dug her elbow right into the soft spot under the redhead's corset. Stumbled by the sudden blow, Blake leaned forward groaning, only to be blasted to the floor by a heavy handed strike to the back of the head.
Taylor backed off, kicking off her shoes as she let Blake slowly get back up. "Want to find out who's team had the better teacher, bitch? I've been wanting to prove it to you for a while."
All Taylor got back in response was a snarl. Blake kicked off the foot rest at the base of the bar, surging forward with a yell. Skidding on the hardwood as Taylor leapt to the side, Blake's heels scratched at the polished floor as she tried to turn fast enough. Her side exploded in pain as the blonde's foot dug in to her there, the hardened corset only protecting so much.
Blake only just managed to keep to her feet after the strong kick, but the following snapkick dug right into her tits. The black bra she'd been wearing tore off as she spun on to her back.
"Ah, tits out huh?" Taylor reached up and tore away her own top, freeing her own large breasts. Calmly walking around the downed Blake, Taylor once again giggled loudly, "Mine are better, honey."
A leg sweep from Blake sent Taylor crashing to the ground with a shriek. Lifting her leg high above them both, the redhead brought it down hard on the blonde's midsection. Years of dancing made it easy to lift it and bring it down with equal force over and over again.
Taylor grunted with each hit, trying to get back up several times only to be crushed back to the floor by a blow to the stomach or tits. Gasping for air, the Madam finally rolled away, a sharp heel drawing blood across her back as Blake only narrowly missed a parting hit.
Blake struggled to get to her feet, tearing away her red jacket and bra remains as she did so. The tight outfit had been protective, but also restricting. When Taylor, who had managed to find her feet, charged, it was all Blake could do to brace herself against the bar.
Drinks went flying as Taylor ploughed in to Blake, both women screaming as they tumbled across the slick wood. Taylor drove her knee up between Blake's legs, but in return the redhead smashed her elbow across the blonde's mouth, throwing her off with a savage backhanded fist. Taylor collapsed to the floor, Blake falling on top of her a second later.
Shrieking in fury and pain, they thrashed against one another. Blake's shriek changed intensity though when the brothel Madam's claws found her womanhood. Even through gloves, Taylor's nails drew blood as she dug two fingers in past Blake's small panties and hooked them inside her foe.
Blake's feet kicked spasmotically as she wildly slapped at a laughing Taylor, gagging on bile, the redhead was forced on to her back. The blonde's hand was trapped by strong dancer's thighs, but she still worked her sharp fingers inside the shrieking woman's pussy.
Now on top, Taylor smashed her fist down between Blake's eyes. Digging her fingers in as deep as they would go, the Madam gripped her enemy by the throat and hauled her up.
Raised to her feet, the dazed Blake was held against the bar, a series of strong slaps knocking her back to her senses. Taylor had her at arms length, holding her up with blood drenched fingers as she backhanded her repeatedly. Blake herself was barely aware of her own punch, an uppercut that nearly took the exultant blonde's head off.
Taylor didn't fall as she stumbled backwards, crackering her jaw with a fist as she shook her head to clear it, she hadn't thought Blake had any more fight left in her. She grinned though as Blake held up a hand to wave her off.
Blake mumbled her surrender through a drool of blood, "Enough, you've made your point, that's enough."
The stripclub owner had absolutely no defence against the spinning kick that crashed a heel in to her jaw. Spraying blood in an arc, the redhead spun around twice fully before crashing back on to the bar in a spray of liquor and glass, coming to rest tits up with her head over the far side of the counter.
Taylor turned to Blake's bouncer, still sitting calmly on a plush couch off to the side. He'd been silent throughout the entire fight and she figured she knew why.
Swaying her hips with each step, the Madam walked over to him with deliberate slowness.
Looping a hand around her opponent's lover's head, Taylor sat in his lap, pushing her crotch down into his obvious erection. "You were expecting a fight tonight, weren't you babe," She purred in his ear as she mashed her bared tits against him.
It didn't take long for Taylor to squeeze the entire story out of him. Blake had expected that the death of Taylor's fighters would push her over the edge and provoke a fight to the finish. The redhead had had every confidence she could win a straight up battle with the Madam. Hearing this said made Taylor nearly cum with happiness, hungrily she tore away all layers of fabric seperating them and filled herself with the bouncers cock.
It only took a few pumps for the practiced Taylor to have the man completely on her side. She asked what Blake was going to pay him to not turn her in for murder (the reward for doing so was quite high) and the answer overjoyed the blonde. Blake was offering up one last fuck from the Madam herself as a prize. In return for his silence, Blake had promised to make her blonde rival worship his cock before breaking her neck.
No brothel whore was worth her salt if she couldn't cum on command. Taylor made her man think he was the greatest lover in the world even as she sapped all his strength. Within a few minutes, he was limp and empty, having spent his load inside her as she gushed over him. She left him exhausted on the couch as she made her way back over to the groaning Blake. Having paid the price for his silence in what was to come.
Gripping red hair, Taylor dragged Blake off the bar, slamming the back of the defeated woman's head on the counter several times for good measure. Dripping cum, the Madam wiped her crotch on Blake's bloody face to further excite herself. Stripping the last bits of clothing off the stripclub owner, Taylor let the nude woman collapse in a heap.
Blake was barely conscious as she was arranged against the bar. Too weak to fight back, she barely struggled as Taylor forced the gilded footrest running along the bottom of the counter in to her mouth.
With a triumphant and orgasmic scream of victory, Taylor knee dropped on to Blake's upper shoulders. Flooding the redhead's back at the loud crunch as she landed. Panting, she reached down and gripped the shattered jaw from behind, wrenching Blake's anhialated spine from side to side for several seconds before letting go and standing over the fresh kill.
Grabbing a camera from behind the bar, Taylor took a selfy. Making sure to get both the bloody splash on the bar and the puddle of red piss between Blake's legs in the background of her own sweaty and topless image.
Leaving to wash up and then maybe find Wyatt, Taylor left this mess to be cleaned up by her slave-girls. They'd cleaned up similar scenes before. She wanted to show Wyatt the security camera footage, prove that she really did still have the talent to be a champion
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