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.
Re: Private dining club catfight arena of death Jessika VS Janet
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