Trailer Park Brawl 2: The Strip Club
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Torrie flipped her long yellow hair while sitting in the backroom of the strip club and waiting for her call-out. She would get announced, walk to the centre stage, do her extensive erotic dance, quickly pick out the big spenders of the night, and then lean into them for some private dances. The strip club she worked at was pretty big but basic, a couple of poles, a wide front bar, and several small stages around the edge where the scantily dressed women flaunted their stuff. But Torrie had her place, and that was the center stage. Directly in the middle of the club, there was a round performing platform with a single pole jutting out of the middle, the epicenter of the bar.
That stage was the only place in the club that patrons could wrap around to get a full 360 view of the woman lucky enough to earn that spot for the night. It was the money-making stage, and only the top stripper at the club was given the chance to perform on it. If two women wanted it, the club manager would give them each an hour on the other stages to get the most patrons interested before making his choice. But Torrie’s aggressive reputation and influence all but guaranteed her that stage any night she desired it. She could make a killing, and rent was coming up like it always did. Even though she had locked in her spot at the trailer park with a fantastic deal, it was good to have a few months in advance ready. She planned to have a big night tonight, and it wasn’t hard when you looked like her. Incredibly sexy, wavy-haired, platinum blonde, with a snarky smile and alluring face. All that and an attitude to match, Torrie was something special and a problem for those who got in her way.
“Torrie.” A voice spoke that took her attention away from the mindless scrolling on her phone. The club manager appeared in the back room past a curtain. An older man in his late 50s, but good-looking and in decent shape. Torrie knew him well in many ways, and he never said no to her, but his tone immediately felt off. Maybe he was looking for a bj or something, Torrie wondered. ‘Whatever, but it would cost him.’
“I got a problem.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck, looking at her harsh, light brown eyes.
“And what’s that?” Torrie replied sensually as a few of her less sexy co-workers walked by, avoiding her by a few feet. She turned to face the older man and leaned forward, letting her breasts do their magic even behind the tightly wrapped towel over her chest.
“Umm.” He hesitated, getting an eyeful of the two full jugs before looking up. “I…uhh…got a new girl tonight…and she seems like a prize, but to get her to sign…I had to offer her the center stage. I…” He stammered.
“Over me? What the fuck?” Torrie spat angrily, interrupting the man and standing out of her chair in a flash.
“I know. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t pass her up.” He stuttered, but the blonde glowered, and he shrank.
“The fuck you could. You'd better go tell her that the centre stage is booked as long as I’m here.” Torrie replied, flipping her yellow hair with a slight hiss.
“Yeah…I thought you would say that. But I got a solution, or well, she made one…she offered to share it with you.” The man quickly explained, trying to diffuse the fiery blonde and keep his options open.
“I don’t share the stage with anyone, and especially not some fucking newbie.” Torrie continued, crossing her arms over her chest. Even being shorter than the man by a foot, she was far more intimidating in her fury. ‘Who does this bitch think she is?’ She thought, ‘How dare she think she can just waltz in here and be the top girl.’
“She ain’t a newbie. I haven’t seen a woman strutting in heels like that since you walked through my door a few years ago.” He explained, and Torrie went quiet at that information, then she surprisingly smirked. “Oh, really? That good, huh? Well, if she is that confident in her skills, I have an idea of my own. Why don’t you offer up that old strip challenge of yours? We WILL share the stage until we don’t, and all the money goes to the winner. Offer that to her…or tell her she'd better get her ass in line cause there is a hierarchy at this club.”
He sighed, then laughed, “You always know what to say, don't you, Princess? A strip challenge, we haven't had one of those in a good while."
“That’s why I’m your favourite." Torrie quipped, calm now, and sitting back down. She crossed her smooth-toned legs and was satisfied with this solution.
“Well, I’ll give her the offer. I doubt she will say yes, but who knows, there was an air of confidence that this woman gave off…something special.” And with that, he left the backroom. Torrie huffed at his comment and turned her attention back to her phone. But as she sat and waited, a fiery desire grew in her to teach whomever this bitch was a lesson.
When the manager came back ten minutes later with a simple nod, Torrie felt that ember in her stomach burn up into a bonfire. An excitement, one she hadn’t felt in a good while at this club, made her shiver. She had won several of these strip-off gimmicks before, and each time was a thrill like no other. Embarrassing some bitch who thought she could just come in and take her spot at the top stage was, in a simple word, fun. And the extra cash was good too. Torrie decided to switch outfits, picking a fan favorite to allure the crowd into a frenzy, with an additional final bikini under her already skimpy one as a ‘final’ show when she inevitably won. Then, she heard her stage name finally called, “Give your applause to your favourite, our hometown girl! Introducing TRAILER PRINCESS!”
Torrie flipped aside the thin curtain and marched into the showroom with a dangerous allure that drew all eyes to her. The weekend crowd this night was big and growing quickly, the most she had seen in months, piling into the club. She was in a shiny silk blue robe, and three-inch white heels that clicked as she made her way to the stage, teasing and winking at some men as she moved past them. Her long yellow strands were loose and down her back, and her toned legs were covered in white mesh stockings that blurred the tattoos on her legs in a teasing manner. Most of her skin was covered, but the patrons wouldn't have to use their imaginations for long. She hopped up on the main stage and did a quick twirl on the centre pole with one outstretched arm, playing more to the crowd and earning some cheers as she did so.
Only when the applause and jazzy entrance music stopped did the announcer continue. “Now, gentleman, you are in for a treat. For the first time this year, two women will share our centre stage in one of our famous, stripping duels. Whichever girl gets a louder cheer score,” He held up a cheap sound measuring device in his hands, “At the end of their song, wins!”
A wave of excitement went through the crowd, and they murmured amongst themselves about any woman brave enough to strip off against the club's hottest and most aggressive girl. “And who, you ask will be dancing tonight with our Trailer Princess? A new dancer, one we know you will love, introducing Queen Bee!” The manager yelled into the mic, and Torrie sighed, dumb fucking name, she thought as she twirled some of her blonde hair around her arm. But as the far curtains on the other side of the room were pulled aside, Torrie froze as if she had just dove into an icy lake. A spicy-looking, sultry blonde appeared and began to make her way towards the stage. The cold disappeared, and a warm shiver went down Torrie’s spine till it reached her core and spread as the ice thawed. “What the fuck?” She said aloud, but the opening music drowned out her words. This new stripper…it was Beatrice! The very woman that Torrie had fought in the mud just a few weeks ago at the trailer park! The new arrival was wearing a shiny yellow robe, with black heels and black stockings. She had dark mascara on, much like Torrie, and looked quite different from the strict, stuck-up woman that Torrie had been used to dealing with at her home. Their matching bright pink lipstick looked sticky, and her yellow hair was out and down, an inch longer past her shoulders.
Meanwhile, this done-up Beatrice played to the crowd, ignoring the glaring woman on the stage. When ‘Queen Bee’ reached the small stairs, she climbed them with a sultry flare of her hips, even lifting her robe up for a flash of what was underneath to a cheer. Then, standing on the wooden platform with a pole between the two blondes, she locked her bright blue eyes with Torrie’s brown, and it was on. The crowd seemed to catch the sudden tension between the two strippers, and some leaned forward with visible interest. ”That’s right, folks, it’s a little blonde versus blonde night! And ohhhh boy! Looks like there is already some tension between our Trailer Princess and Queen Bee. How about we get this strip off on the road!? Remember, both women will get to strip their clothes to their songs, 3 rounds, 2 minutes each, and the woman with the loudest cheer at the end wins the pot! So cheer wisely!"
The crowd was already losing it, and Torrie looked out, amused at the frenzy of the packed club. She had thought her hometown status would have carried her, but Beatrice seemed to have captured their desires, or at least, played the blonde versus blonde aspect up enough to make them in too much of a frenzy to side with their hometown girl right away. It would come down to who could strip best, and that was Torrie’s specialty. Then she gazed over at Beatrice and licked her pink lips like a hungry animal. This was so unexpected, and now she was seeing the appeal. Not only did she get to make a lot of money, but she got to embarrass her new rival again…and if the bitch wanted to settle the score further after this strip off…she would happily oblige Beatrice with another catfight.
“Princess, would you do the honor of getting us started?” The manager asked, and Torrie gave him a curt nod, not letting her eyes leave her yellow-robed rival across the stage.
The lights on her side of the stage illuminated, and Torrie’s song began with a low beat. With a cocky smile, Torrie began to move her hips and step in time to the music. She flicked her long blonde hair with both hands and then traced her fingers up and down the blue silk robe, teasing the crowd as she pulled the hem up a few inches. Then, as the base of the song dropped, she flung off the robe and revealed her first outfit. Dangerously short blue jean shorts, and a simple white tank top with tears up and down the sides, allowing her smooth skin to peek through. A ‘trailer park’ dream princess, as her name described.
In that outfit, she took her time staying on her side of the stage and letting the spotlights come to her. She teasingly undid the button on her shorts and unzipped them, hinting at the sky blue bikini bottoms under them. Then, she shook her ass, letting her lower ass cheeks jiggle to the music. Finally, she pulled her blue bikini thong sides up high on her hips, and again pushed her tits forward, out at the crowd while running her hands up and down her chest. Then the music paused, and the lights switched abruptly towards Beatrice, who looked unimpressed by her opponent's opening dance. The lights on her, however, her bright pink lips curled into a sneer.
Unlike Trailer Princess, Queen Bee was far more ready to remove some clothing. She flipped off her yellow robe within a second of the new song beginning. Showing off a lacy black bustier top that pushed her tits up and showed off her smooth stomach. The top was matched with cute yellow lingerie, the bottom was booty shorts attached to the black stockings via a yellow garter belt. “Ohh, look at our Queen Bee! We love black and yellow!” The announcer said, followed by claps as Beatrice smiled and walked the rim of the wooden stage. She strode sensually in her long heels, stepping and bending over to let her tits hang, and her ass shake close to the crowd. Beatrice, being the ‘new’ stripper, brought some extra energy, and the crowd seemed to follow her every move as she danced with her hips and tits.
Torrie felt the crowd’s favour shift towards Beatrice quickly and knew that playing it safe wouldn’t work against this bitch. It was apparent that Beatrice hadn’t been lying during their first fight in the mud. The owner of the park did indeed have some stripping experience, and it showed. Beatrice was sexy, and not at all the boring bitch Torrie had once thought she was. But that didn’t matter because Torrie was here to win. She wasn’t about to let some stick up her ass bitch beat her at her own game. The lights switched, and the music flipped back to the first song. As her music began again, Torrie put her nails in the torn streaks of her tank top and teased the crowd as she pulled it lightly. Then, directly glaring at Beatrice, she used her nails to tear off the tank top by the sides. It ripped off her body, as it was designed to do in a single tear, and left her in a sky blue micro bikini top and nothing much else on her torso. “Oh wow!” The announcer exclaimed, and the crowd agreed with a loud cheer. Torrie shook her near-nude torso, letting her tits bounce and sway, the tiny blue bikini holding on for dear life by the nipples as the sexy mounds rolled.
She looked at the shadowed Beatrice with a stare that said without words, ‘How’s that bitch?’ Then she strutted to the silver pole this time, spinning and showing off her impressive muscles under her womanly form. She even performed her favorite trick, hanging upside down with her legs spread wide in the jean shorts with her long hair flowing down. The pole dance started to return the favour of the crowd back to the hometown girl. And as the crowd got more into it, Torrie let her little jean shorts slip off her toned legs, leaving her in matching g-string blue bikini bottoms like that of her top. Equally as shiny as the robe, the blue triangles gleamed in the light over her sex and ass. The bikini wasn’t as ridiculous as it could have been, and no one would be surprised to see a woman at the beach wearing it, but on Torrie, it was special. But one more twirl on the pole was all she had time for as the lights shifted back to Beatrice.
Beatrice again didn’t hesitate. She knew her way around a pole and stepped up to it confidently. She nearly flipped up on the shaft, stripping her clothes all the while to the crowd's delight. Beatrice had a flexibility that Torrie had not expected, and it bothered her how much the stick up her ass bitch seemed to surprise her. The surprises continued as Beatrice tore off her black bustier and let her bare tits free while upside down. Full and slightly hanging on her chest, the cheers again shifted back as Beatrice’s puppies came free. Torrie glared at the two incredible tits swaying on the pole and felt herself push her girls out slightly in challenge. Her micro bikini top now felt binding, and she yearned to release them. A third surprise came then.
Torrie found herself ready to forgo this dance off and instead smash her breasts into Beatrice’s right on stage! Both a sexual desire and a wave of anger filled her as she watched the other blonde erotically dance half-nude. A primal need to make the other blonde submit in front of all of these men, just like she had at the trailer park, seemed more important than even the money now. Beatrice finished her dance by pulling her yellow lingerie ‘shorts ‘up her ass and turning them into a bikini style just slightly smaller than Torrie’s g-string. Then Beatrice’s eyes found her rivals, and Torrrie felt a matching animalistic urge coming off her rival and a look of ‘Anything you can do, I can do better.’
Torrie was visibly frustrated now, fuming on her side of the stage. Beatrice was doing everything she was, and equally as confidently on stage. Truthfully, Torrie hadn’t expected to show off this secret bikini on stage; she often saved it for private dances only or when she won, but she couldn’t hold back. She would have to go all the way to finish Beatrice and send the bitch off this stage in shame. Once the lights came back to her, Torrie pinched both strings of her already thong blue bikini bottoms. With a sultry smile, she surprisingly tore her bottoms off aggressively, tearing and snapping the tiny metal hooks that held the strings to the base of the thong. The audience gasped, thinking Trailer Princess was going fully nude on stage, which was technically against the rules of the club.
But Torrie, in fact, had one last piece of clothing under the blue bikini, her final gambit to put Beatrice in her place. The snarky bitch had surprised her thus far, but she wouldn’t dare go as far as Torrie would to win. This final tear off left Torrie in a tiny, string lace sky blue micro bikini bottoms. Much like the name implied, it was made of floss-sized strings of blue around her hips and connected on her lower back with no back base at all. The floss then dove down her ass crack to her pussy, which did have a slightly bigger patch, maybe an inch covering her sex lips with a sliver of bright blue.
Every colorful tattoo she had was on full display, the branches on her legs, the flowers and birds on her back. She looked dangerous, sexy, and the men in the club seemed to melt as she began to dance in the minimal amount of clothing possible on a woman, because her bikini top came off just as quickly, fluttering to the wooden floor. Only in the micro bottoms, heels, and stockings, Torrie jumped on the pole and widened her legs, all but exposing herself fully. The crowd roared at the sexy hometown blonde in her next to nothing attire as she pole danced for the crowd, going up and down the shaft with spins and kicks in her heels. She turned to face out, the pole behind her as she shook her hips while holding the metal above her head. Then daringly, she decided to make her way over to Beatrice, standing in her yellow bikini bottoms with an equally snarky sneer on her pink lips. The lights followed her as the tattooed blonde got up nice and close to her rival, turned and dropped her head, almost pressing her bare ass into Beatrice’s black stocking-covered leg. The other blonde ignored her, rolling her eyes and cocking her hip as the men threw money and gleefully cheered the blonde's proximity on the stage for the first time in this duel.
Unexpectedly, Torrie did touch her rival, breaking a little rule of these strip-offs, but it was apparent the manager of the club did not care, nor did it seem to bother Beatrice. The crowd stood in awe of Trailer Princess running her fingers up Queen Bee’s black laced leg and started tracing the other blonde’s curves and muscles as she reached her bare back. She was going to tease this bitch and make it clear to the crowd who was the more daring stripper.
After placing her hand on her opponent's hip, she flipped around and bent at the hip forward while keeping her ass back. Then, she began to twerk her sexy booty directly on Beatrice’s booty, ass on ass, and even Beatrice flushed slightly at the aggressive sexual tactic. “Look at that! HOT HOT HOT!” The manager yelled into the mike, unable to contain himself, and the cheers that followed proved everyone agreed. Beatrice's hands were clenched at her sides, for fear she would slap Torrie’s bouncing ass as the other blonde moved in front of her, still twerking. The grind went on for a few seconds, then Torrie snapped up and dropped into a squat, her knees together to the floor before standing again. Then she did the same squat-like movement facing Beatrice, their bare breasts almost colliding as she came up to stand. Beatrice gave her a bored expression, but her cheeks were slightly red, and Torrie knew the bitch was turned on. As her music began to fade for the last time, Torrie twirled again and leaned back into Bearice’s chest, letting Beatrice's fat tits squish into her back. She added a little extra pressure to flatten the challenging boobs. “Top that bitch.” She snarled under her breath, and Beatrice tilted her head and, with a hateful smile, replied in Torrie’s ear, “I intend to.”
Torrie jeered at her opponent and pushed herself off the other blonde’s sexy body. Sensually, she walked back to the other side of the stage. Her bare bubble bouncing ass flexed and jiggled as she moved, the entire bar watching her in her near nothingness. She felt confident, she felt good, but turning back to see Beatrice still smiling at her made her hesitate. The spotlights shifted back to Beatrice, and her music restarted in its final chorus. The owner of the trailer park began with long, slow steps back towards the single pole in her yellow ‘bikini’ bottoms. When she reached it, she did one full body hump, and then a spin with one hand holding onto the metal. But during her spin, with her free hand, she smoothly undid the knot on her bikini bottoms. It seemed Beatrice had a similar trump card up her sleeve as Torrie did. Unclipping a small hidden side hook on the yellow lacy booty shorts with her fingers, Beatrice let the yellow cloth and black garter belt all fall off her body mid-twirl.
When she stopped and had her back on the pole, the crowd gasped at her final piece of cloth, seeing only a yellow gleam on her exposed form. A micro yellow bikini! It was non-existent, and Torrie knew immediately it was the same brand as hers! Beatrice seemed thrilled, as did the crowd, who screamed in joy after the surprise of seeing the other blonde reveal her similar itty bitty bikini, and the two women’s matching nakedness. The comparisons alone made the men holler as they viewed stockings covering long legs. Beatrice spun on the pole again, held herself up, twisted a leg, and then dropped low with her leg spread, giving the spectators a full view of her pussy and ass.
Torrie was first stunned and then furious beyond belief. No other stripper had ever dared wear a skimpy thing like that since she had started working here! She and Beatrice must have shopped at the same online store, and that thought alone made her grind her teeth. Now coming off the pole, Beatrice came towards the tattooed stripper with a sultry strut and pouty smirk of her own. Heels, stockings, and strings were all they had left on their bodies; between them and the sight of them coming together again drew ooos and ahhs from the men.
Torrie crossed her arms and waited, unamused as the other blonde reached her and gave her a ‘you ready, bitch’ kind of look. Beatrice placed her hands on Torrie’s shoulders lightly and did a hip drop squat, and then let her nipples trace Torrie’s skin as she came back up gradually. Then she began to stalk around Torrie and began to dance. It was quickly apparent that Beatrice was using Torrie like a human pole, grinding and shaking her ass on her, even ‘playfully’ groping her tits every few seconds, and Torrie had to just stand there and take it as her rival had. It was frustrating to accept that Beatrice was both fucking hot and a fantastic erotic dancer because even Torrie had to admit she was getting very turned on by this dance. But was she more turned on than Beatrice? That she wasn’t sure.
Beatrice finished her latest ass grind and came back up, and the two sexy blondes were face to face again, their breasts aligned nipple to nipple but still a few inches from touching. The last time they had been this close, they had been rolling around in the mud in a messy, aggressive catfight. Now it was all sensual, and gradually, and then, Beartice leaned her face forward and tilted her chin. Torrie didn’t dare flinch away at the approaching set of pink lips as Beatrice seemingly moved in for an apparent kiss. Torrie held firm, but Beatrice had expected that reaction. At the last second, she altered course, and their pink lips missed by a quarter of an inch. The crowd groaned in disappointment. They had dreamed that the near-nude blondes would press their lips together, but it was all part of the show. Beatrice instead let her erect nipples flick Torrie’s sharp pair before letting their boobs compress for a second. Then, she began to slowly erotically dance again with a twirl, her ass pressed into Torrie’s until the four ass cheeks seemed to slide together and then apart, each woman using the other’s cheek like a pole. After what felt like a lifetime to Torrie, the song began to fizzle out, and Beatrice finished her final circle of Torrie, running her nail on the string of the light blue thong and finishing at Torrie’s tattoo on her lower back, where she traced the heart.
Then she finally left her opponent red-faced and returned to the pole with a final wide legshake of her ass. A fantastic view as it jiggled freely with only a yellow string hiding her womanhood. Then, the music died, and Beatrice swung back towards Torrie. She blew a kiss towards the Trailer Park Princess as she finished her pole dance under the spotlights. The crowd loved her final gesture while Torrie hated it with every fiber in her being. The erotic music finally died, the contest over. Both women could only wait now in their tiny bottoms, stockings, and heels while everything else had been thrown off the stage.
“The hottest strip off we have ever seen!” The manager yelled as the two women remained on stage with only the metal pole separating them. “But we need a winner, people! Give me your biggest cheer for our new arrival. QUEEN BEE!” A massive cheer, the loudest Torrie ever heard, rocked the walls of the bar. She felt a wave of worry as Beatrice beamed at the crowd, her pathetically fake smile winning over a bunch of horny men, Torrie thought.
“Oh, that will be tough to beat! Now what about our hometown girl, TRAILER PRINCESS!!”
A strong cheer that matched her rival's pitch…but was it more? There was no way to tell by just listening. The manager glanced down at his sound meter, a ‘fancy’ tool for this very kind of duel. It read quite simply, 87.6 for Trailer Princess, 88.1 for Queen Bee. He came up to the stage a few seconds later with the machine. “Well, I must say, everyone. Both of our lovely ladies broke the record for the highest pitch the bar has ever seen, while also having the slimmest margin of victory in the history of our strip off duels. Incredible.”
The crowd clapped for the two blonde strippers before the manager could continue. “But like any great duel, there is a winner and a loser, and tonight our winner, by less than half a percent…Queen Bee!!!”
Torrie didn’t react, but a rage boiled in her like a full pot. “Fuck this.” She said under her breath. There was nothing stopping her from going towards Beatrice right now and restarting their catfight from weeks ago. While she seemingly prepared to do so, the crowd half-cheered, half groaned as if they regretted a winner had to be chosen at all. But it was Beatrice who looked the most disappointed, or at least she acted like she was. Before Torrie was able to enact her plan, Beatrice had raised her hand and strutted towards the manager in her heels, taking the mic into her hand. She looked over at the nearly nude Torrie and gave her a dangerous smirk and a lick of her lips. “It's very kind of you all to cheer me so loudly, but I think it’s a bit too close to call. Do we really want a machine to tell us the winner of such a hot contest? Don’t we need something a bit more real? Don’t you all agree?”
Torrie couldn’t guess what her rival was up to and continued to glare, but the comment got the loudest cheer yet. Beatrice nodded at them, “Oh, I’m glad you all agree. Well, then, I guess we need a bit of a tie breaker. May I offer a unique suggestion that is a bit risque?” The growing crowd roared, then went extremely quiet in anticipation of what would come out of the new stripper’s mouth. Beatrice glanced at the manager, who gave her a shrug while Torrie’s eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms over her bare chest. Her nipples were so sensitive and erect thanks to the little massaging that she almost moaned from the contact of her own skin.
“Wonderful.” Then Beatrice turned to face Torrie; her once measured eyes were wild. “Well, then I’m challenging your Trailer Park Princess to a sexfight…right now, right here on this stage. For all of you to witness.”
No cheers came as most in the crowd looked at each other in confusion and muttered, unsure of what a ‘sexfight’ challenge was. It sounded hot, but there was limited knowledge about the gauntlet that had just been thrown down on the stripper stage. “Oh, do you all not know what a sexfight is?” Beatrice gasped with fake enthusiasm, “Oh dear, let me explain. She and I will FUCK each other on this stage, in front of all of you, and the loser is the stripper who cums first.” Now the screams and cheers began again, and they didn’t stop until the host took the mic back from Beatrice and had to repeat several times for them to all calm down. Beatrice’s eyes didn’t leave Torrie’s, and the tension and electricity between them was felt by every patron in the bar.
“Wow…umm, that's a new one. I guess the challenge is to you, Princess. Do you accept it?” He moved the mic to her mouth as Torrie gave Beatrice a dangerous smile. She leaned forward to the extended mic with a snarky grin. “I very much accept her sexfight challenge.”
The bar went crazy as the host quickly ordered a waiter to get a rubber mat from the back. The two strippers did a long circle on the edge of the round stage, walking in their heels, string thongs, and giving every person a good view of their bodies. Only after they had done two full loops on the edge did the waiter come back and place the mat on the center stage, right next to the stripper pole. As that was set up, the manager jumped on stage and motioned the two women to his side.
“I can’t have you two hurting each other.” He explained once they were in hearing distance.
“Oh, not a problem, I’m sure we can place nice. She and I will just have a little trib until one of us cums. No violence necessary, as long as she agrees.” Beatrice explained, eyeing Torrie.
Torrie lazily nodded in agreement, then stepped closer to her near-nude rival. “Sure. I’m looking forward to embarrassing you…again, Beatrice.” She whispered the name slowly, as her middle finger hooked the side of the Queen Bee’s micro yellow thong, pulling it out an inch before letting it snap back to her rival’s skin. The crowd had noticed this interaction and let out a holler of hoots. The host’s eyes went a little wider, but Beatrice only smiled sweetly and moved away from her rival and towards her side of the mat. Torrie went to face her from the other side, and the bar went quiet as they watched the final stand off.
“Ok, ladies. I’ll let you lead from here.” The manager said, and then seemed to lean forward to get as good a view as he could from his spot at the music table. Beatrice took that as a cue and started to peel her yellow strings down and off her hips, making no attempt to hide her arousal or excitement about what was to come. The crowd howled, seeing the naked blonde even though her bikini had hidden so little. Her sharp, often serious face had an aura of sensuality that Torrie would have never guessed the bitch could make. When the little yellow piece reached her feet, Beatrice leaned down and scooped it up. She spun it on her finger a few times and then flung it into the crowd. It nearly started a fight among the patrons! That was followed by both black stockings, though Beatrice put her heels back on once they were off. The attention was soon back on the two women as everyone now waited to see if Torrie would do the same.
She did indeed, ‘Trailer Princess’ mimicked her rival to the happily drinking crowd as she flipped her blue thong out to the crowd as well with her white stockings before slipping her white heels back on to match her rival. Beatrice didn’t speak, and now fully nude, the two strippers went down on their asses and began to scoot towards each other on the mat. The crowd began to squeeze and try to get close to see every detail, and the manager, noticing how tightly packed it was becoming around the stage, yelled out, “Careful, all. No interfering in this sex duel! Let them settle it!” The two women barely registered that comment or the roaring, nearing crowd, or even the music starting to increase in volume. Their focus was fully and completely on the hot, naked blonde in front of them. Desperate to see the other’s destruction and humiliation.
“Just trying to get your revenge?” Torrie sneered at the other blonde as their legs began to slide by, bringing them less than a foot apart and in hearing distance.
“Obviously,” Beatrice replied almost lazily, rolling her eyes, which only infuriated Torrie more. The current stripper then glanced down at the other blonde’s hot pink sex nearing her own. She grinned, remembering just a bit ago when she had sucked her rival’s clit in the heat of their battle, a battle she had won.
“Well, I’m glad you did bitch. I only got such a small taste of you last time. That is my only regret from our little fight. I should have humiliated you further in front of the entire trailer park, but now I get the chance. Once I fuck you off this stage, I have some really fun ideas on how to use your body.”
“Hmm, you are going to out fuck me right off this stage, are you? Is that a promise?” Beatrice purred, and Torrie sneered at her again. Beatrice seemed annoyingly confident, and Torrie felt wary. They paused with their bare, smooth pink pussies an inch apart. Then they looked up at the host, allowing him the chance to start that battle and maintain some control of this duel and the mass of people. The crowd went quiet with keenness, and the man gave a nod to the DJ to lower the music for this.
He lifted the mic, his own eyes glued to the two hottest strippers about to fuck on his stripping stage in front of everyone to settle some score that he could not understand. “Okay. Well, ladies and gentlemen…let the first sex duel of our humble club begin!”
The crowd screamed, and the music blasted back to the increased tempo. The two blondes slammed their cunts together with a wet slap, and a rainfall of bills went flying into the air as the sexfight began. The two women hissed and groaned from the hard impact of their pussies. Their already dripping cunts twisted in a fiery first kiss, sealing together and sending a surge of pleasure in their heated bodies. They gripped their rival’s bent leg to keep her enemy close and began to flex their hips. In seconds, they were easily slick enough to begin a tight grind. The strip off had turned them on, and the excitement of the crowd made them ready to explode. The sexfight was on.
“Fuck…” Torrie hissed under her breath as she felt her pussy spread and squish to the hot slit. Fucking hot women was an art, and Beatrice’s pussy was good, if not great. The rival blonde’s wetness and lips seemed a good match to Torries’ as they settled into an aggressive rhythm of slap, grind, and moan. The music increased in tempo again, seemingly matching their humping bodies. After only a minute, Beatrice and Torrie switched from their full pussy rubbing and began to clit fence as the nubs swelled to action at the apex of their lower lips.
“Fuck her, Queen Bee!!!”
“Get her off, Trailer Princess!”
“Fuck her!”
“Kiss her!”
“FUCK HER!”
The crowd roared while the women met with their tiny swords and drove their soaked cores as one. They hadn’t spoken, only glared and panted as sweat began to fly off them as they clapped their lower bodies a few more times. Torrie doubted they would have been able to hear each other anyway, but that didn’t stop her from trying now. “You rich slut! You like that?!” Torrie hissed as her clit found its rivals fully, the two hoods that had been rubbed by hands and sucked a few weeks prior now in direct conflict. Her sex nub met Beatrice's, and the two flesh nubs pushed in until they were covered by their hoods, sealed. The woman moaned loudly, retreated, and then began to fence again. Beatrice stabbed Torrie’s clit to the left with a shriek. Torrie dove her clit under and pushed Beatrice’s up with a cry. Small, precise movements that the crowd had no idea of, but had devastating sexual results as they humped faster and with more wild abandon.
But as they screamed in pleasure, even the crowd suspected what kind of duel was occurring between the blonde’s legs because the pitches they reached signaled that the end was nearing already. The dance had done more for their arousal than anyone, even the two blondes had expected. The men couldn’t see much of the erect clit fight, but there was plenty to watch on the two blondes’ rocking bodies in battle. The two women's big, proud tits bounced up and down their chests like sandbags, pink nipples erect and begging to be sucked. Muscles flexed on their legs and arms as they stayed locked into a knot of sex, resting each on their favored ass cheek. Lines of sweat rolled down them as they squeezed their pussies, desperate not to cum, or let their muscles cramp and be pushed down.
They finally broke their clit lock and began to bounce into each other for a few seconds. Quick thick strings of cum kept them connected before they squished, and then appeared again over and over. Beatrice groaned but still didn’t speak or respond to Torrie’s taunting words, focusing only on holding in the growing pleasure and sharing it with her hated opponent. Around them, money was flying, the two women making more than they ever would have on their own on the stage but locked into a sexual duel to claim the prize. It was clear that both women now knew this duel was a sprint; no further foreplay after their long dance was needed. The strip tease had put their rival into a heated frenzy, and now it would take just one slip-up, one lack of focus for it to be over.
They continued to grind their smooth, dripping pussies, their clits engorged, making them impossible to hide as they had doubled in size. Suddenly, the crowd cheered because Beatrice pushed Torrie back a few inches on the stage. This was confirmed when the tattooed blonde seemed to release a more desperate cry before losing another inch to the rich bitch. Trailer Park’s princess's muscles were shaking! That was the visible battle, but it was even more real in the private battle between their legs. Torrie felt her clit give the smallest amount, and the pleasure from it spreading was impossible to ignore.
Her pleasured scream gave her away, and then Beatrice, the rich slutty bitch pushed in harder with her sex, and this forced Torrie down to her back on the mat, taking an upper and dominant position. The Trailer Park princess screamed and thrust harder, trying to make Beatrice cum by crushing her clit in a final stand. But Beatrice had pulled up her rival’s legs and was now in control, making Torrie miss and controlling her rival’s hips. Beatrice then leaned up, putting more of her body weight on their connected groins, and was in clear control of the fuck.
“Got you, you trashy bitch!” Beatrice screamed, her first audible words since the start of the sexfight, and the crowd roared in excitement even as their stripping champion was on her back and in a desperate state of getting fucked by the new girl.
“Fuck! Oh…fuck! Bitch!” Torrie cried out as her hot young body started to give in on the stage. She could look slightly up at Beatrice, her hatred for the rich bitch somehow growing even now. But on her back, with her calf stuck, forced up on Beatrice’s shoulder, and the emotions of this fight. The sexy, aggressive stripper couldn’t last another second. Torrie let out a wail as her pussy exploded and she began to spasm on the ground, arching her back and pushing her tits into the air. “Fuck!! YOU RITCH BITCH!” Her scream hit a new high, and the crowd boomed! Beatrice moaned in apparent victory, feeling her hated enemy cum under her, and taking in the moment. The worst tenant in HER trailer park is being ridden like a common whore and put in her place.
Beatrice remembered cumming in the mud in front of the entire trailer park. She remembered every second of that outside catfight against Torrie. And the surprise sexual attack on her pussy, she remembered that most of all. The slut had got her, that was true, but now they were on equal terms, and she was triumphant. This had been a straight-up duel, a duel she had just won, and now she wanted to make sure the stripper didn’t ever forget which pussy was best.
“Oh god! Our Trailer Princess is cumming! Look at her! Oh god! It looks intense! A Princess has fallen, and a new Queen, our Queen Bee, is here!” The announcer cried so loudly it sounded like he might have cum too. The crowd was chanting ‘Queen Bee’, throwing their money on and all around the women. Torrie would have screamed at them, told them to die, but right now she was indeed having a powerful orgasm, and her clit was crushed again and again.
For Torrie, the horrific orgasm just seemed to drag on until she was no longer able to flex her body and went slack down on the mat. She had cum so hard, the hate only seemed to fuel it like oil on a flame. A small puddle of shared cum had formed under her ass on the rubber mat as her head rolled to the side, and her blonde hair was spread out behind her. Beatrice slowed her rubbing but continued the teasing a little longer until she was sure the trailer trash was finished.
Throwing her head back with a long sigh, she then glanced down and licked her pink lips at Torrie. The tattooed blonde was gasping on her back, stunned after cumming so hard. Then, finally, Beatrice almost reluctantly pulled away from her rival’s defeated hot body. Shame, she thought, glancing at the many tattoos on the slut’s form, enjoying the sight. Fucking Torrie for another hour seemed like a very good prize for winning the sexfight, but alas, that would only work if they had done this in private, and it would be more humiliating to leave Torrie like this on ‘her’ stage. Just like Torrie had left her in the mud.
‘Anyone but her,’ Torrie was thinking, but it was her. Beatrice, the rich bitch, the owner of the trailer park, was on top of her. And that rich bitch had just out fucked her on her home stage. It shattered her self-confidence, and Torrie could only look up at the red lights in despair as she lay on her back, terribly satisfied. Beatrice finally stood, standing in her long heels in front of her rival’s naked body for a few seconds, enjoying the sight of Torrie splayed out, cash all around her. Even now, she admired her enemy's bod, and had enjoyed this more than she wanted to admit. Torrie was very sexy and an excellent fuck, but good fucks were a dime a dozen.
Then Beatrice looked up at the clapping people and the announcer, who seemed to be speechless at what had just occurred in his club. This thrill, the whole experience, made her miss stripping full-time, she thought with a light sigh. She then slowly started walking around the stage nude, picking up what seemed to be thousands of dollars that had been thrown by the men, and even a few of the women appreciated the sex duel they had witnessed. She played the crowd, blew kisses, which led to even more money being thrown, and collected her winnings. Then she noticed a man with a glass of beer in his hand standing right next to the stage. A big smirk came to Beatrice’s lips as she glanced at the still panting Torrie on her back.
She strode towards him and took the full pint glass of lager out of his hands with a wink. Then she marched back over on her heels with a sexy strut and stood right on top of Torrie. Her perfect legs were slightly spread with a heeled shoe under each armpit of the defeated woman. Torrie was forced to look up at the exposed victorious pussy and jutting ass of Beatrice. She felt some of their mixed cum drip down onto her as Beatrice stood victorious above with the beer. Then she saw Beatrice lift the full pint glass above her head to cheers to the crowd before she began to chug it. Deliberately, most of the beer missed her mouth and flowed down Beatrice’s sexy body like a waterfall. Between her firm tits, off her sharp pink nipples, down her wide hips, and smooth stomach. Some went down her spread legs, but a good amount poured across her wet sex before dumping down onto Torrie’s face below. It splashed loudly but was drowned out by the cheers of the crowd while Torrie gasped as the cool sticky liquid hit her mouth, soaking her face and yellow hair. Beatrice's revenge was only now fully complete as she finished with a loud ahh to another cheer.
Glancing down at the defeated and now beer-soaked Trailer Princess, Beatrice stepped back and then leaned down, placing the empty glass on the stage. Then she took a single dollar from her other hand and let it float down onto Torrie’s defeated, wet body. Then, she leaned even further down by the hips till she was as close as she could be to her rival while still standing. She took Torrie’s chin and made her rival lock the dazed brown eyes with her. “Rent is still due tomorrow. Trash.” Beatrice whispered, and then she spat onto Torrie’s closed mouth, letting her spit cover the pursed pink lips. With that, Beatrice stood proud with the rest of the cash, gave a final wave to the wild crowd, and walked off the circular stripping stage victoriously swaying her ass as she went, her revenge taken. She didn’t see the dark, focused eyes of Torrie following her hatefully from the stage. This wasn’t over.
—-The End
Another one off…ahh no who am I kidding. A random squeal on a random Thursday. Decided these two needed another round and couldn't think of a good title sooo went back to basics.
Anyway, I don’t get to write as much anymore which is a shame but I hope to see a few stories out in the next few months. To those who have emailed, messaged. Sorry I haven’t responded. I have really enjoyed the stories posted recently, thanks for keeping it rolling. Anywho, hope you enjoyed this one. Meanwhile I am chipping away at the long list of forgotten/given up stories too. I’m not trying to make promises but more hype myself up to writing them but here is a tiny list.
Wipe down sequel
Re-written Spy War. So close damn it. One fight has me stuck.
Hidden Spectator sequel-ish (not really a sequel)
Really playful sexfight (was a really old Maggie vs Marissa post libaray gala fight that I never posted then switched on as I moved in a different way on those stories) that story is so old now haha.
Those are the main 5 I always seem to get done little by little. Hopefully I get them all out and yall get to enjoy them soon ish. Anyway, that’s a lot more than I expected to say. Talk to yall later.
Originally Posted by UltimateZeroStar
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