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BUSTIEST BARMAID CONTEST
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June had worked behind the bar of the Red Lion for eight years. Now at 26 years old she had hoped to have had a better job, but after becoming pregnant and leaving school early with no qualifications, it was the best she could get. At least it supported her and her young son. In truth, she could get a job in any pub. She had the right looks and the right image. She was tall, stylish and very busty, which is what most of the customers wanted. She was stunning and drew them in, in their droves. Her flaming red hair, statuesque build and big bust brought her many male admirers. At 5 feet 11 inches in her bare feet she was quite imposing. Her long shapely legs were breathtaking and she always showed them off in short skirts. Her 42J bust was legendary as it strained to burst through her tight tops. She wore nothing more than flimsy lace bras as they showed off her shape best, although they were not particularly comfortable. With her big bust, attractive wide hips and a flat midriff, June was very curvy, she resembled the big breasted glamour model, Diane Poppos.

June not only turned heads, she dropped jaws and drew lingering, distracted stares. She had, consequently, been challenged by numerous gasping boyfriends to enter Wet T Shirt competitions in the past, winning her first at 16. Since she had given birth to her illegitimate son, her breasts had grown fuller and shapelier and her nipples, which had thickened and lengthened during her 18 months of breast feeding had kept their appearance too and she was satisfied, as she stood in front of the pub's 'Ladies' bathroom mirror examining herself, that her fat areolas and rigid nipples atop her impressive 56 inch bust were plain for all to see. The male customers to the Red Lion loved it. Their girlfriends and wives hated it; it gave them a lot to match up to. Consequently she had some fierce arguments over the bar with some of these women, but she could look after herself and usually put them in their place, but, at over 6 feet tall in her high heeled boots and six inches taller on the platform behind the bar, no one wanted to take their grievances any further. With the bright lights behind the bar highlighting her, she looked like an Amazon. A man had tried to take her on in the corridor between the rooms and she had knocked him to the floor with three deft punches, and then kicked him between the legs for good measure.

Although it was the policy of the management to employ attractive, busty barmaids, none had ever come close to matching June's stunning looks. Until Alison came along.

Alison was a student at the local university. At 19 years old she was seven years younger than June, firmer, more attractive in some ways. Her ?Mediterranean?, olive complexion was flawless and together with her flashing, darting eyes and oozing sensuality, gave her the wild look of a Gypsy. Her waist length straight jet black hair made a startling contrast to June's 'peaches and cream' complexion and curly red hair flowing over her shoulders and down towards her waist. The customers took to Alison straight away. At 5 feet 10 and a half inches she was just as impressive as June who, for the first time in her life, felt seething animosity against this big busted bitch. Alison's firm boobs were a little smaller, but somehow rounder, shapelier and fuller than her own and swelled out her black T shirt like a pair of balloons. Her extremely pert areolas seemed to be trying to punch their way through the material. She habitually wore tight fitting faded ?cut-off? jeans for work, which showed her bare, shapely legs off perfectly. June felt that at least she had the advantage on height as Alison wore flat ?trainers? and June?s high heeled boots ensured she was at least two inches taller. Until the day when Alison arrived for work in 3 inch platform shoes.

June felt herself being pushed into the background as Alison rushed to serve every lusting male customer. So June decided to discard her black tights and bought a suspender belt and black stockings to wear instead, and also discarded her white lacy bras for sexy black ones which showed through her tops. This, and her stocking tops showing beneath her short skirt certainly drew more attention. Alison glared ?daggers? at her and June wondered what Alison would do next to attract attention. She got her answer when Alison turned up in a child size stretch tank top which ended just beneath her boobs which stretched the top to its limits, exposing her magnificent cleavage in her new half-cup bra which allowed her freed nipples to protrude through her tight top which had her customer?s eyes popping out. June?s answer to that was to leave her flimsy tops off and serve behind bar in her flimsy black bra. The manager of the bar was enjoying this rivalous competition, especially as it brought in hundreds more male customers.

As the summer grew hotter the manager thought of an even bigger draw for his booming business and went around the town to talk to the other bar managers about his idea. They accepted the challenge on behalf of their staff and the ?Battle of the Barmaids Wet T shirt Contest? was fixed for the next public holiday. All of the Red Lion?s barmaids were required by the manager to enter and the heats of the contest would take place during that holiday weekend in each of the competing pubs, with the final on the Monday night taking place in the Red Lion. It was a lewd weekend. Suitably qualified customer?s girlfriends and wives were encouraged to enter and all the men had an unprecedented treat of dozens of braless, tight T shirt clad busty women in every city centre pub. Custom to every pub reached record levels and the sweating bar maids could hardly keep up with serving the hundreds (if not thousands) of extra customers the competition generated. When it came to their turn, each barmaid had her white T shirt sprayed with water and was required to place her hands on her hips while gripping the edges of the soaked T shirt to pull it tight. To make it fair, the judges were the manager?s wives of the participating pubs, except for those of them who were competing. A first prize of five hundred pounds was offered, a second prize of two hundred and a third prize of one hundred.

The noise in the Cross Keys, where the first of the heats was held, was incredible and the customers could barely move in the massive crush. The heat and the stench of the crush of sweaty men and women was overpowering, alcohol was being consumed like it was going out of fashion and the bar maids T shirts were soaked with sweat long before each took her turn in the competition. The crowds all moved on to the second competing pub and each winning barmaid was given a certificate and token payment of ten pounds, had her photograph taken by a professional and was required to be in the Red Lion on Monday night for the final heats. The excitement of that hot weekend intensified as each pub and each suitably qualified woman took part and a reporter from the local newspaper was sent to cover the story. On Monday morning the competition reached the Red Lion and both Alison and June got through the first heats easily and were the only two representatives of the Red Lion for the semi finals, as well as both being hot favourites to win. The whiff of raw testosterone filled the hot air making the women in the claustrophobic crush anxious and edgy and even possessive. Some pushing and shoving amongst some of the women resulted in a couple of minor catfights and fights between some men broke out from time to time, occasionally spilling onto the street. This contest began to keep the police busy as they followed up complaints from other people in the town.

In the Red Lion, Both June and Alison got groped by some of the men, who they slapped for their impertinence. They even got pawed and mauled by some women curious to know if their outstanding breasts were real. Behind the bar the animosity between the two breathtaking women began to show. Alison bent down to reach for a bottle of fruit juice off a low shelf and made sure she shoved June aside with her ample ass. ?Watch it bitch!? June said as she regained her balance. ?Or what?? Alison said turning to face June. ?Or I?ll make you regret ever coming here!? June threatened, her temper stretched thin. A heaving sea of customers at the bar turned them back to their task, but the women baited each other at every opportunity. June deliberately reached to a shelf above Alison as she bent to get another bottle of fruit juice ensuring her braless boobs smacked Alison across her head.

?Oh sorry. I didn?t see you,? she disingenuously said. Alison stood upright to face June and walked straight at her, barging her left boob and left shoulder against June?s, spinning her aside. June flicked her hip at Alison?s ass as she bent again to reach for a bottle, sending her headfirst into the shelf. The clatter of bottles hitting the floor and Alison?s vehement swearing made her smile as she turned to serve a customer. Alison was tempted to kick June?s ass as she began to stand up behind her after putting the bottles in a cardboard box, but she satisfied herself with giving the back of June?s flaming hair a yank as she got up. June turned around to go to the till and came face to face with a glowering Alison. She made an elaborate play of trying to get past her, stepping to one side, then the other, but in reality blocking her. ?Get outta my way you bitch!? Alison said. ?No. You get out of mine!? June said barging her right breast into Alison?s. Little Emily, the third barmaid serving at the other hatch was, at only 5 feet 3 inches, overwhelmed by her tall, bickering companions and almost got knocked over a couple of times. ? ?


As the morning wore on the women grew hotter and more bad tempered until the manager and two other barmaids came to relieve them. It was nearing the time for the inter-pub finals to begin. The two women prepared in the pub?s bathroom and June was irritated that Alison?s breasts were so obviously firmer and more self-supporting than her own, but, she considered, her own breasts were in remarkable shape at 26 years old and after the punishment of feeding her son. Standing side by side with Alison, looking in the mirrors, she could see that her nipples were much bigger than Alison?s and stuck out like mobile phone aerials through the sweat soaked T shirt. She envied the extreme pertness of her rivals, which, though big, hardly needed a bra to support them, unlike her own which were sagging slightly.

?Why did you come to work in this pub?? June asked Alison?s reflection. ?Truth is ? I heard about you and I think my boobs are better!? Alison laughed. June turned towards her. ?You?ll win this competition with those pert things,? she said enviously, glancing at Alison?s boobs. ?Yes. That will teach you a lesson!? she smirked. ?Unless yours aren?t so pert!? June said. ?What?? Alison snapped in surprise as June turned to her black leather handbag. ?What are you talking about?? Alison continued as June produced a bunch of keys and in a couple of strides of her long legs, reached the door and locked it. ?It?s not the money I?m interested in. I want revenge for you trying to take my place.? Alison looked nervous. ?Why? What are you going to do?? she asked. ?Well I?m not going to hurt you, or mark your face,? June began. ?But, I?m going to win this contest!? Alison laughed out loud. ?Oh yes. And what are you going to do, lock me in here?? June shook her head. ?I just want to sort out who has the best boobs,? she said. ?Like how?? Alison asked: ?Squeeze my tits?? she said contemptuously. ?Because if you try it, I can take care of myself and I?ll leave you in a bruised mess on the floor!?

June looked at Alison askance. ?Oh nothing as crude as that!? she said. ?But!? she began emphatically, then paused. ?I?ll bet my winnings to date that my boobs are tougher than yours,? She said ominously, clapping her hands either side of her T shirt covered, braless boobs. Alison looked puzzled, her brows knitted, her head on one side. ?Your boobs against mine bitch!? June explained. Alison had had enough of June?s veiled threats. ?Oh grow up you stupid cow!? she said. ?Open this door!? she demanded. ?Not until you put your tits up against mine? June said. ?Are you a lesbian or something?? Alison said accusingly. ?Are you a coward?? June shot back. Alison put her hands on her hips, took a deep breath and thrust her chest out. ?Mine will still be firmer than yours even after we?ve battered them together a few times,? she said. June pulled her T shirt over her head and put her hands on her hips. ?Well?? she said looking at Alison. Alison pulled her T shirt off and lay it on a sink. ?If you take me on, your saggy tits will be even flabbier than they are and you?ll lose any contest!? she warned.

?We?ll see? June said. Alison reached for her discarded T shirt, lifted her firm breasts and began wiping the sweat off them with it and was surprised at how much firmer they had become to her touch and how much larger her areolas had become. She felt unexpected excitement and felt her nipples tingle as they swelled. She looked at June?s shining areolas and enormous nipples and felt a pang of fear. She tossed her T shirt into the sink. June rubbed her boobs with her hands, then let them drop back down to her ribs with a bounce and a swing. ?This is about more than a wet T shirt contest? June said. ?You?re taking my job, my customers and my reputation,? she continued. ?Shit!? Alison spat. ?I can?t help it if I?m better looking than you and better endowed!? ?Don?t flatter yourself!? June shot back. ?If I win today, you?ll leave and never come here again,? she said. ?And if, in the highly unlikely event, you win?? Alison asked with heavy sarcasm. ?I?ll quit!? June said simply, knowing she could be sacrificing a lot. ?Fine by me!? Alison said. ?You?d better get ready to leave bitch!? she added and began striding towards June.

The fleeting thought crossed June?s mind that perhaps she?d taken on too much as Alison?s big firm breasts looked somehow bigger naked. She shook this thought off and, confident she would beat this pathetic bitch, June walked briskly at Alison and they met, boobs first with a ?SMACK!? Alison grunted hard in reply and was forced backwards a step. June looked surprised at her early victory, but her confidence was short lived as Alison flew the two steps at her and their breasts met with an almighty ?SMACK!!!? and June tottered backwards four strides, her arms flailing as she struggled to keep her balance. Before she could put her hands back on her hips Alison was at her again: ?SMACK!!? cracked through the air and June found herself staggering backwards towards the white tiled wall which her back hit hard, her breath escaping her as a loud ?UUGGH!?

June?s boobs tingled and her nipples stung, but she felt everything hardening up as the adrenaline flooded her body. She let out a fierce rising growl and slammed her left breast into Alison?s right. Alison grunted hard in response to the sweaty ?SPLAT!? and felt June?s huge nipple gouge into her areola momentarily, - enough to force a sudden stinging pain to shoot through it. Alison was hit again on June?s return twist and her right boob buried itself in her own left. Alison let out an involuntary shriek. ?These are firmer than you thought!? June said as she hurled both boobs to smack into Alison?s, sending her walking backwards. ?Aren?t they?? she concluded. In truth, both of June?s breasts were tingling and throbbing, but she felt good as she felt them tighten up. She noticed that Alison?s boobs were responding in exactly the same way as their smooth sweat covered surface shone and her areolas extended and grew pebbly, her nipples now so distended and thickened she could see the duct holes in them clearly.

Their stinging breasts made each busty woman retreat a couple of steps. ?Come on you cowardly pussy!? June goaded. ?If you think your soft, saggy bags of shit can beat my firm tits, you?ve got another think coming!? Alison sneered. They circled each other slowly, insulting each other?s breasts and watching one another?s huge boobs as they swung gently from their side-stepping. Suddenly June lunged into the circle at Alison, leading with her right shoulder, jabbing her right breast smack into Alison?s left, crumpling it like a concertina. Alison gasped, but just then June swung from the left, her flying left breast hurled through the air to smack with a loud, stinging ?SLAP!? across the outside of Alison?s right breast and raked across the fronts of both of them, stinging her nipples. ?Yaaagghh!? Alison gasped and fought back in kind, and for a few minutes both women lurched backwards and forwards, their boobs swinging and flying through the air as they flailed at each other, missing most of the time, but eventually closing the distance, then the smacking intensified.

Her boobs burning from the stinging and painfully pulling on and jarring her chest, shoulder and neck muscles, June slammed her boobs head on into Alison?s. ?UUGGHH!? Alison grunted as she was knocked back a step. ?Bitch!? she shouted and rammed June. A loud ?SPLAT!? burst from between them. Then another, and another, the smacks coming in faster and faster successions. Both women, their breasts aching almost unbearably, and ?burning up?, separated after a while, realising neither of them were winning this fight. Alison was itching for a catfight. ?Why not just grab this big bitch by the hair and punch her face to pulp?? but she dismissed the idea, knowing that June was more than capable of giving her an equally good beating. June let out a huge sigh and lifted her reddening boobs to examine them. ?They tingled and throbbed and felt hot, but they were standing up to the battle well? June thought to herself. ?Tits sore bitch?? Alison garrulously asked. ?No more than your bags of fat!? she said squeezing and pulling her reddened nipples back to firmness. Alison lifted her boobs and gave them a cursory examination, then massaged them pert again. Then, gripping them more firmly, pointed them rigidly to the front and strode confidently towards June. ? ?


June quickly got the idea and followed Alison?s move, lifting her boobs and, with a snarl through gritted teeth, almost ran the few yards towards Alison. Their boobs met with a sweaty ?SPLAT!? and a shock tore through their bodies as their erect nipples gouged into one another?s areolas. The women grunted and groaned into each other?s face as they both pushed, then turned their heads aside as their breasts compressed between them and their bellies and thighs met. Seeming to swallow each other, their breasts bulged out sideways and upwards, flesh engulfing flesh. Now their fingers began to sink into the undersides of each breast as they both let out an ?Eeeeeeeaagghh!!!? through their tightly clenched teeth. June pulled back a few inches and slammed her boobs into Alison?s with a breathtaking ?THUMP!? knocking her backwards a step. And again and again as she advanced on the involuntarily retreating Alison; both women grunting hard with each slam. Alison stopped her backwards progression, once she found her balance, by kicking her right leg forwards from the hip and smacking her right breast hard into the inside of June?s right, knocking it from her hand, following up immediately by ploughing her left boob into June?s unsupported right boob, squashing it against her rib cage. ?EEEYOWW!? June gasped as the tissues burned, but before June could pick up her injured breast Alison pounded her still firmly held left breast by twisting her shoulders and advancing on her.

June retreated backwards as her left breast was pounded to pulp. Her ass came to rest against the cold edge of a sink, but she finally managed to scoop her sore right boob up and began twisting her torso from the waist smacking her breasts across Alison?s and stinging her nipples. Alison leant backwards slightly to escape and June?s boobs flew through the air a couple of times. She was able to rush forward now and ran at Alison meeting her head on with an almighty ?WHAP!!!? Alison tottered backwards several steps, her eyes watering as her tits stung. Through the tears clouding her vision Alison could see that June?s boobs were very red by now and with a growl, ran at June. June had no time to react, but steeled herself for the inevitable collision. ?WHAP!!!? the wet flesh went as the women grunted with the breath leaving their bodies. June had withstood the blow and fell backwards only one short stride, her own eyes now filling with tears as the pain ripped through her breast flesh. June angrily advanced and Alison charged her boobs head on into June?s with a resounding ?SMACK!? squashing all four boobs painfully. Alison withdrew several steps for another slam. Realising that what she was about to do would be painful, but might win the match, June backed up and prepared to charge also.

Alison was not expecting this foolish move, but she was already committed as her platform shoes clattered the stone tiled floor. Both women ran at each other and met with a loud ?KRACK!!!? - like a rifle shot - and a deeper ?THUMP!? as their ribs reverberated. Their heads cracked together which had both women seeing stars. The side of June?s head caught Alison in an eye, ensuring she?d have a real ?shiner? of a bruise. The force of the blow sent both women flying backwards. Alison landed heavily on her well padded ass on the hard floor, while June crashed through a cubicle door and landed on the white ceramic pot, jarring her spine. Alison struggled to her feet, using her hands to ensure she didn?t fall off her platform shoes and twist an ankle, her big boobs swinging around as she did so. June was also on her feet and almost danced with the pain as she began rubbing her unbearably stinging breasts. ?Had enough bitch?? Alison snarled as she stood up straight and placed her hands on her hips, the fingers pointing towards her groin.

?Only one of us is coming out of here in a condition to finish the wet T shirt contest!? June breathlessly said as she kneaded and worked her hot, throbbing boobs together. ?In pain are ya?? Alison said, not giving away the fact that her red raw boobs were also stinging and throbbing. Her black eye hurt the most and it poured with tears as the swelling bruising forced it shut. Both women?s heads still ?swam? with dizziness after the collision. ?You?re in no fit state to enter it now!? June said looking at Alison?s ugly black eye. ?Neither are you!? Alison said as she observed the heavily sagging appearance of June?s red raw breasts. ?I?ve still got the keys,? June said as she glanced towards her handbag. ?I don?t care about the contest. This is a boob fight to the finish!? she said. ?You don?t learn, do you? You bitch!? Alison said. ?My boobs are destroying yours!? she finished. ?Come on then,? June said, lifting her mottled and misshapen breasts. ?We?ll see who?s boobs destroy whose,? she said, and advanced threateningly.

Alison ran her boobs directly at June?s. June lifted her own boobs up towards her chin and dropped them on top of Alison?s as her breasts crushed harmlessly against June?s ribs. ?Uugghh!? Alison grunted as the breath was knocked from her. June put her hands on Alison?s back and proceeded to crush her. Alison groaned painfully as her own fingers dug into her breast flesh and June?s heavy, firm breast meat pushed into her throat. ?I can?t breath you cow!? she groaned as she felt her throat being throttled by June?s breasts. June merely tightened her grip. Alison?s fingers tore and pulled at her own breast flesh as she pulled her hands out of the crush and slapped them around June?s back. The two women clattered back and forth on the hard floor for a few moments, until June crashed Alison against the wall with a thump that seemed to make the walls shake. Still gripping her tight, she hurt her own wrists and the backs of her elegant hands on the wall, bruising them painfully. Alison groaned as she was crushed and her windpipe constricted by June?s voluminous breast meat. In desperation, Alison reached over June?s arms to grab her tits and pull them forcibly away from her throat. June felt Alison?s fingers sink into the flesh and immediately let go of her, pulling away at the same time. Her boobs flopped back down to her chest, but displayed a couple of scratches from her rival?s mauling as Alison grabbed her head either side and twined her red hair through her fingers.

June looked down at the four ravaged boobs and hurled her chest forwards, gripping Alison?s black hair at the same time and ramming her breasts directly into Alison?s, crushing her boobs against her rib cage and squashing her back against the wall. Alison began to pull June?s head backwards by her hair until she was looking at the ceiling. June, groaning loudly, pulled Alison?s head back until the top of her head was pressed painfully against the hard white tiles, her neck twisted back dangerously. Their thighs bumped as the women compelled each other to lean away from one another. June took the offered advantage and rammed her groin at Alison?s. Their pubic mounds collided painfully and both women let out a cry of anguish. June thumped her mound again and Alison rammed her groin upwards to meet her. Alison wasn?t sure which hurt the most, the griping pains ripping through her groin and insides, or the intense pressure on the top of her skull. Their mounds pounded together again and with a combination of pain and an orgasmic feeling from her clitoris she felt herself weakening. With all her strength she hung on June?s hair, pulling her backwards. June was obliged to half fall, half walk backwards, but by dragging Alison with her by her hair, succeeded only in completing a left handed arc to crash her left shoulder against the wall. Alison took the advantage, knowing it could be her last chance and, hanging onto June?s hair, hurled her chest at June?s. A juddering ?UUU-Uunghhh!? burst from their lungs and their foreheads struck with a ?CRACK!? Both women reeled, but still hanging onto each other?s hair, they both crashed to the hard, cold floor. June cracked a knee painfully and her hip as she rolled onto it.

The women gratefully separated and began getting slowly to their feet. A big bruise began swelling up on June?s forehead. She rubbed it gingerly. ?You?ll pay for this!? she snarled at Alison. Alison?s fingers curled into claws either side of her and she snarled like a wild cat, stooping forwards ready to attack. It looked as though she was to get the catfight she wanted. June went into a similar crouch, her lips peeling back from her teeth, her eyes flashing. Their ravaged boobs swung as they prepared to fly at each other, but just then came an urgent thumping on the door. ?What are you doing in there?? the manager?s voice demanded, muffled by the thickness of the door. ?There?s two girls out here complaining the door?s locked!?

For June and Alison the moment had gone. ?This will have to wait ?till later!? June hissed. ?It?ll be my pleasure to tear you apart!? Alison growled. The two women stared with incomparable hostility at each other. Another series of rapid urgent thumping of the manager?s hand interrupted them. ?Come on!? a girl?s voice wailed. ?I?m peeing myself out here!? Another series of thumps. ?It?s your turn in the finals anyway!? he called. ?If your not in that wet T shirt line-up I?ll fire you both!? he threatened. June stared at Alison?s red face, her black eye, bruised forehead and ravaged tits. ?Just a minute!? she called and went over to her handbag for the key. ?You can?t open the door with us in THIS mess!? Alison hissed. ?Two minutes and we?ll be out? Alison called. There was a moment?s silence on the other side of the door. ?What ARE you two doing in there? Putting on your war-paint?? the manager called. ?I don?t know why you bother with make-up, you look great as you are!? he said. The women looked at one another. ?If only he knew!? June whispered. Alison ran some water onto her white T shirt in the sink and dodged into a cubicle, then June pulled her similarly soaked T shirt on and unlocked the door. ????????????????..

They dutifully took their place in the line-up on the raised stage in the Smoke Room, but apart from the thinly disguised injuries to their faces and June?s ripped stockings, both women?s breasts sagged unattractively through their T shirts. Neither of them won. Mary Ann from the Ship-in-a-Bottle inn was judged the winner. ?How COULD you both?? the manager remonstrated with them afterwards. ?I don?t expect to see either of you here tomorrow!? he said. He turned to walk away, but being basically a decent man, and not wanting to lose both of the bustiest barmaids in town, he stopped, pondered for a moment and turned around. ?Give me a ring next week,? he said. ?I?ll have to think about this!?

THE END (Perhaps!)


Piers Knight