Private dining club catfight arena of death Jessika VS Janet

[stormbolt7]

Starring Jessika and Janet

It was a very lovely evening.
Warm, yet not to warm, with slightly cloudy skies, and occassinal stars breaking through over head.

The club, was one of several around the globe, for only the elite of the financial set.
Foreign dignitaries, and other persons of such note.
Many of the patrons members, some special agents of various countries. Many of the rest, enjoying invites for favors or services rendered, above and beyond the call of duty.

I was sitting at my table, dressed properly for the atmosphere. Not really comfortable, in the outfit, yet also able to wear such fancy clothing, as suited the occasion.

Across from me sat a breath taking woman, of full figure, and great beauty.
Her dark brown eyes shining, auburn hair, cascading down.
Her sexy body, dressed in a strapless affair. The top, stretched up over her generous bosom, to simply be tied behind her neck.
The back, daring and sweeping down to almost the top of her buttocks.
The front, was lined, in a vee, along her breasts, narrowing, as it went towards the tops of them.
Soft, smooth skin, from her round globes, peeking out of both sides, as she breathes gently.

Yes, it was an odd pairing. Myself always trying to be the ladies man, and my companion for the evening, definately was into the ladies as well.
Yet Jessika was a mature woman, one of the most beautiful I knew, and I honestly enjoyed her company when able to have it.

There was no sexual relationship, yet I admit, I would never turn this red haired beauty down if she offered it.

Jessika was sipping from a fluted glass, as a small plate of appetizers, began to be laid before us.
"Storm this is simply incredible." Jessika begins speaking.
"Yet why me, why not Ash, Lady Hearne or even my daughter Katja? " Jessika asks, as I smile, thinking of the beautiful ladies she has mentioned.
I begin to think along what she has said.
Lady Ash, was out in the field on a dangerous mission. In part my need to get out, to try and keep my mind off it, since I had been ordered to stay out of it, unless she contacts for aid. Then of course, it was known, I would be promptly in the air, on my way to her.

Lady Hearne, definately that blonde beauty, would fit in nicely, with this crowd. Yet she was away on some diplomatic mission.

Paola, always a wild card, a woman of incredible beauty. Yet Paola was back home, in Italy. The buxom, dark haired beauty, was definately always welcome company. Yet she had to report for debriefing, after finishing an assignment.

I could tell Jessika all of this, yet I honestly, was interested in her company this evening. At times, it was enjoyable just being with a woman, this sexy, and beautiful. With neither expecting something from the other, except enjoyable company.

"Yes, several of those ladies, would fit in, with this crowd." "Yet you know as good as I do, that Katja, would cause some kind of scene here." I finally tell her.
Jessika smiles, and laughs softly. Making her seem even more beautiful.. "True, my little Katja, would chase these stuffed shirts around with a whip, if you brought her here." Jessika replies, taking another sip, from her glass.
Jessika may have her wilder side, and maybe was not the proper lady as some others.

Yet I had to admit, she was all woman, and very easy on the eyes.
"I have not seen you in some time, and I wanted to be sure to have a woman, as sexy for my company as you are." I admit to her. I did not want to show up, with out a proper escort to side me.
I had been given a pass, as gratitude, by a desert shiek, I had aided in recovering some family treasures.
I knew the room, would be filled with the best money, and medical procedures could buy, in a woman.

Yet here across from me, was a woman, all natural, and easily as beautiful, and an equal. To any of the plastic, buble heads, in it for the money..
Jessika fit that part very well. I was also pleased to see, many of the men envious of my companion.
Jessika was happy, to see most of the women, to be worried by her being there, as well as jealous of Jessika's looks, and figure.

"Hell Jessika, can we just say, your great to look at, and fun to be with?" I finally ask, as she laughs, spilling some of her drink.
She places her glass on the table, and soon her hand rests on top of mine.
"Very well said, and thank you." "You know your not that bad, being a man and all." Jessika says, with a smile, that would win almost anyone, into her bed if chosen.
Then her hand grips mine tightly. "Oh hell, this may be trouble." She says, as I fight the urge to turn around.

Jessika's brown eyes watching, as a couple move towards us. The man a very rich diplomat, from a Eastern European nation. A Raven haired beauty, by his side, her arm linked with his. As they walk closer.
The woman, is wearing a black dress, thin straps across her shoulders. Her large breasts, heaving, and almost spilling from the low cut front of her dress.
The black material seeming to shimmer, as night sky, as it clings to her very nice legs.
A slit in the side, letting it flow freely around her.

"Oh be a love, and get some drinks, I see and old friend of mine." The woman pleads with her escort, hugging on him, and her grey eyes capturing him.
With a squeeze to her, he promises to get drinks, and have their table waiting for her.
She laughs softly, as she kisses his cheek, and sends him away.

Then she confidently walks up to our table.
"Oh this is rich, playboy Storm, with the frigid, Lesbian bitch Jessika." She says, as Jessika glares at her, yet Jessika is a pro, and does not rise to the bait.
"Hello Janet, nice wig you have on tonight." "You fit in nicely, with all these store bought Barbie dolls, all fake, and not a real woman among them." Jessika taunts back, as she tries to keep her eyes on me. Adding to the insult, to the sexy British assassin.

"Your incredible." I silently mouth to Jessika, as she smiles back.

"Storm, hate to say this, but her panties are locked to you big guy." "You want to enjoy what a real woman has to offer." "Let me take care of business, and let the slut shove that wine glass in her gash, to please herself." Janet flings back, as Jessika stays cool, yet is starting to bristle a bit.

"Does your date, know you will kill him, soon as he tastes your vile twat?" Jessika asks. "Maybe someone should warn the poor man." "Your puss, is not worth dying for now is it?" Jessika ads.

Janet staring at the red head, with obvious rage building in her.
"Hey Storm know how to get this bitch's pussy wet?" Janet asks, as I begin to tire of this. I am ready to say something, as it has gone on far enough.
"Jessika is my invited guest, so if you have issue with her, it is with me as well." I begin to try and defuse the situation.

"Hey your mistake, here I know you want to fuck her..." Janet says, and with a motion of her arm, topples the wine bottle over, and it splashes onto Jessika's lap.
"There wet lesbian pussy, no charge stud." Janet says, laughing, as she begins to turn away.

[stormbolt7]

Jessika rises, from the table, and grabs Janet's long raven tresses, yanking the wig, from her head.
As Janet turns to face her, she takes Jessika's flat of her hand, to the side of her cheek.
Making a loud slapping sound, and causing the conversation to die down in the room, as heads begin to turn, even as Janet's is shoved to the side, by the force of Jessika's slap to her face.

I rise quickly, but Jessika pins me with her brown eyes. "Storm stay out of this, I have had it with this simpering Brit trash." Jessika says, wanting to deal with things herself.
A few of the club staff begin to move closer, yet another man calls them back.

As Janet stares daggers at Jessika. The men begin to pull tables, and chairs out of the way.
The rich patrons begin to place wagers, as the two buxom beauties square off.

"Storm better call of your little tramp, before I have to hurt her." Janet calls to me.
"I'll let you sniff her panties after I am through with her, so you can have that to remember her by. Janet continues.
Jessika raises an eyebrow, then walks over to me. As all eyes watch, Jessika grabs me, and crushes her lips to mine.
As she lets me go, very pleasantly surprised. Jessika smiles at me.
As everyone listens, again she surprises me greatly. "Maybe it will be good for us both, I am not even wearing panties tonight." Jessika says, laughing at the expression on my face.

"This is mine, stay out of it okay?" She asks me.
I nod, it is what she wants, so I will let her have it her way. "You know you are saying all the right things tonight, this may be your lucky night." Jessika says, before turning to face Janet.

"Simple rules, no weapons, and first woman to have her ass knocked out loses." Jessika says, as she begins to circle, with Janet. Both ladies kicking of their shoes.
"I don't need any weapons, to deal, with a past her prime slut like you." Janet responds, then they move together.
Janet grabbing the tie, for Jessika's dress, and pulling the red heads, body to the side, as it comes unfastened, and falls away.
Jessika's well formed, firm breasts falling free, as she is pulled off balance by the move.
Janet, using one of her own legs, to sweep Jessika's ut from under her..

With a cry of surprise, Jessika tumbles to the floor, her tits bouncing freely, as she lands, and some of her air is knocked from he body, by the impact.

Larger sums of money are wagered, as the club patrons sit or stand, almost as if around an arena. From days gone by. The female gladiatrixes, performing for the lords and ladies.

Jessika is rolling over, even as Janet begins to try and stomp her foot, into Jessika's belly.
Jessika grabs the leg, and twists it. Janet cries out, and loses her balance, falling to the floor beside Jessika.

Jessika rolls over onto Janet, and rips the top of Janet's dress down. As Janet's own impressive breasts fall free, of the dress. Jessika grabs the right tit, and begins to squeeze it cruelly. Janet arches her head back in pain, as Jessika tears at her breast. Jessika's nails drawing blood, from the injured tit, as she smiles down at Janet.

Janet bucks, and throws a punch, into Jessika's middle. The red haired beauty again, having air driven from her body, as Janet grabs her hair, and pulls her off.
As Jessika writhes, grasping her stomach. Janet grabs her dress, and strips Jessika nude.
"Why you did tell the truth, no panties, just a tight clit, needing attention." Janet says, as she grabs between Jessika's thighs, and grips, and twists part of Jessika's exposed womanhood.
Jessika cries out, in agony, as Janet inflicts pain, to her most intimate of areas.

I had given Jessika my word, to stay out of it. Yet it was killing me, watching her being in pain like this.
Her eyes catch mine, and flash warning. Even as she leans up, and bites Janet's left breast, dangling just above her.
Blood begins to stream from Janet's breast as cheers for both ladies, come from the crowd.

Janet release her hold, on Jessika's sex, to hit Jessika in the side of her head, and then a second time. Before the red head releases the bleeding tit.
Both ladies breathing heavily now, as Janet tries to bring her knee, into Jessika's crotch.

Jessika shifts, and punches Janet, right between her swaying tits.
"Hkkkkkk .." Janet gasps, as the impact makes her gasp for air, even as Jessika begins to roll Janet off, her own body, and onto the floor beside her again.
Thin bloody lines, running along both ladies bodies from fingernails, digging in and clawing.
Janet;s breast bleeding, from Jessika's teeth biting into it.

Jessika, begins to grab Janet's dress, to return the favor, and strip her clothing from her.
Janet reacts by swinging her arm, and curving her fingers, to let her nails claw lines, in Jessika's heaving right breast.
Even as her other hand, slips into the slit on her dress, along her thigh.

Jessika yanks and pulls, and soon Janet is naked except for her panties. As well as the strap, along her thigh, that held the knife, now in Janet's hand.

I begin to move ahead, as guns begin to appear among the crowd, and their bodyguards.
If I tried to interfere, for Jessika. It would quickly turn into a blood bath. Inside the club.
To many people, had bet to large to let the fight be stopped now, before a winner was known.

Jessika pulls back, and rises to her feet. Her eyes catch me, as she sees, I was moved in closer, yet held in check. A smile flits across her pretty face. Then again her focus is on Janet. As the grey eyed beauty, rises, knife held ready for business.

"We agreed no weapons." Jessika says, as she keeps moving, as Janet circles her, looking for her opening.
"I never agreed to that." "Plus in no way, am I going to lose to some dried up, old bitch like you." Janet says, before lunging, and drawing the blade through the air.

The crowd gasps, as Jessika gasps in pain, as the knife slices along her outer thigh. Blood flowing, yet Jessika moving back in time, so the cut was not deep or damaging.
Janet smiling, as the blood lust is taking her over.

"Hey Storm, tell you what." "I gut the lesbo, finish my mission, and fuck you for causing you to lose your date." "How bout it love?" Janet says, trying to goad Jessika into a fatal, wrong move.
Breasts heaving, body sore, and bleeding. Jessika is not ready to give up.
"Storm with Emma out of town, I will be so damn horny, after finishing this cheap tart, you can have me if you want me." Jessika replies, as all eyes widen, and watch closer.

I was stunned, by her words. Yet also very excited. I had not planned anything, but an evening, in the company of a beautiful, and respected lady..
A friend, and fellow professional.
I honestly had nothing against Janet, outside of the way she maybe had screwed over a wonderful evening.
Yet as Jessika gives her reply. I can only admit, I wanted to see Janet lose, now more than ever.

Janet is glaring at Jessika. Grey eyes full of venom, and intent to kill.
"I will be sure to send fresh panties, to your funeral, old woman." Janet spits at her, as her hand moves, and weaves with the knife. Poised, ready to finish the red head.

"Know what, I would fuck Storm, just to save him from having to even think, about bedding a cheap side, skank like you." Jessika throws back. Janet unable to contain herself, gives a cry, and rushes ahead, knife slicing down.
Jessika waits, as her foe finally has made the mistake, of letting her temper take her.

As Janet drives the knife down. Jessika grabs her arm, as she moves her own body to the side, and wrenches it, causing Janet's hand to open, and the knife to fall free to the ground.

The two women dive for it, and soon Janet is on her back, pulling at it, as Jessika is leaning over her.
Jessika's heavy breasts swaying, above Janet's body.
Janet laying facing one way, her legs kicking, and running the opposite direction of Jessika's.
Jessika was basically on her knees, just above Janet's head. Jessika's face pointed in the direction, that Janet's body lay, Janet's feet, the furthest away from them, as the two are almost face to face.
Jessika's head leaning over top of the buxom Brit.

The knife blade hovering over Janet's writhing body, as Jessika smiles wickedly.
Jessika manages to move forward, and soon her moist pussy, begins to press down over Janet's face.
Janet ready to try and bite Jessika's sex, loses the struggle, and the knife descends down between her quivering breasts.
A muffled scream comes from Jessika's crotch, as blood sprays out across Janet's breasts and belly.
Blood pumping from her body, to stream between the valley of her breasts, down over her belly, and to her side. To slowly begin to pool beneath her.

Jessika shifts from Janet, as blood begins streaming past Janet's parted lips.
Her grey eyes showing her horror, and surprise. As she sees the blood flowing from her body.
The handle of the knife still quivering, as the blade is sunk into her chest.
Jessika grabs Janet's panties, and rips them free, from the dying beauty on the floor.
"I will be sure to have fresh ones sent to your funeral." Jessika gives a final, cruel comment, to her fallen foe.

Then her anger begins to drain, as I move to her side, and gently place a hand on her shoulder, as she stands watch over Janet.
Large sums of money or promisary notes are being traded, as the club owners begin to think of a new way, of running business.

Jessika leans against me, as I hold her.
Janet's chest heaving slower, and slower, as her long legs slide around on the floor.
Jessika places her hand, on Janet's exosed clit, and gently massages it.
"You know Storm, this bitch, may have pleased you very well." "Her puss, is kind of nice." Jessika admits, as Janet's grey eyes try and focus on me.

"Yeah, have to admit, Janet would be a wonderful lover." I agree, as a smile seems to appear weakly on her face.
Then Janet's body arches, as she coughs, and gags up more blood.
Then her body slowly settles back down, and her eyes begin to stare vacantly.

Janet is dead.

One of the managers of the club, is standing by, ready to have her removed, and dispsoed of. Letting the club get back to business, even as wild chatter and people buzz, about the deadly catfight, they had seen.
I get in his face, and advise him to see Janet was taken proper care of, for his own health.
As I said, I had nothing against her. In fact instead of screwing up the evening, she may have even added to it. In ways I would never have planned.

I have him impressed, and Janet will be left unmolested, and taken back to the U.K. for her resting place.

Jessika is pulling at my arm, still very naked. Her face and body, definately not showing her age in any way. As her breasts still stand firm, and her face is simply gorgeous.
"You owe me a dinner later, for now get me to a room, before I burst." Jessika advises me.
I first worry, she was injured worse in the fight then believed.
Yet as she presses her soft pliant body to mine, the hunger and need in them. Let's me know, Jessika, was so bothered, it was not against me, I was a man.
She needed to be in the arms of someone she knew, and that she knew cared about her.

Soon I have my shirt on her, covering some of her nakedness, as I rush her out, and soon enjoy a piece of heaven, in the bed, and arms. Of a very sexy, and seductive woman named Jessika.
As she lays curled in my arms, she moans gently. "Mmmmmmm I needed that."
"Still, next time." "Let me pick the restaraunt okay lover?" Jessika says softly, before we both laugh.
Laying together, on a night that was enjoyed by both.

Later, I would clean, and tend to any of her wounds. Afterwards, we would head for a bite to eat, as our dinner had been distrubed.
Jessika, this time choosing where we went.
As I still had with me, one of the sexiest, and best looking ladies, in the place.
Sharing the night with me.

[Ted Mark]

I love the foreplay - it makes the ejaculations of joy more fierce.

Please be encouraged to write more.

My inspiration's on spring break. This was a real pick me up.:welcome:

[Fuentes]

This was nice. Thank you for writing.

[MikeJV]

YAY Jess! Great story, thanks.

Mike

[Jessikafights]

OH GOODY! A nice, STORMY fight! What better way to get me 'excited'? Nice to read this again ... thanks, Storm! :-)

Meaow
Jessie
P.S. Maybe the only thing a little out of character is me sleeping with a guy! LOL! Tee hee!

[stormbolt7]

Thanks for the positive feedback .....

Jessika ...
How many years have we been friends now?? Still always a pleasure, having you in any of my stories. You know this.

As to the ummm sleeping aragements yes not your norm, and know I truly am honored, for the occasional pleasure of your sexy body, even if in stories alone.
Face and figure, the lady definately is pleasing.

Hmmmmm maybe need to do one of these with a certain young lady, we both know??
Any ideas on who she could fight?

Storm

[stormbolt7]

NEW Dining club story coming !! Tonight !!