?Bitch!? cursed one of the Asians. ?I?d slap you for that, but I don?t want to get cow milk on my dress.?
?At least I have something,? purred a French whore, cupping her bulging tits at the smaller Asians. ?I?m sure your chests still appeal to pedophiles, but not REAL men, I?m afraid.?
?At least I can sleep on my back without smothering myself with my own tit flab!?
?A filthy mouth! Who?d have guessed it, when I can smell the cum on your breath from here?!?
?Just like I can hear the crabs crawling in your hairy bush, bitch??
?Your brother didn?t hear any when he was eating me last night, you slant-eyed gutter whore! At least I think it was him. You do all look alike, afterall.?
?You bring a bunch of flat-chested, pig-faced boys to my home, Wu, and this is what you get,? Isabel cut in casually, grinning at the furious-faced mistress.
?I?m sorry we can?t all be spoiled, inbred housecats,? Wu said coldly. ?Puffing up your chests like fur to make people think you?re bigger than what you actually are.?

The heated words flew back and forth like gunfire, heating the lounge into a frenzy. One taunt added to the last and stuck to the following one in turn, snowballing out of control of even their mistresses, and they knew it. With that much momentum, it was going to turn the brothel into a battlefield.

?Get off my property, you dressed up sewer rats,? Isabel sneered, strutting with her natural wiggle to her hips as she walked up to Wu. She stood with her tits almost at eye level of the shorter brothel-owner. ?Or we will VERY physically remove you.?

The bigger blond loomed over the little Asian woman, who looked up at the busty, heavy, but lovely woman. Wu let out a short, curt cry that confused more than startled Isabel in the split second when Wu shifted her stance, shooting her palm upward and letting the butt of her wrist smack into her jaw, Isabel staggering back rubbing her chin with a quick ?AW!? of surprise. It was the ice breaker that sparked both sides into their whore war.

Each side suddenly shot across the room, a swift and chaotic action that promptly surrounded everyone with a hectic blur of combat. Women quickly locked up with a single opponent, clawing or grabbing hair or throwing sharp blows at each other. Once in a while, someone would be attacked from behind by another girl, but then another had the first?s back to drag her off. When Karen saved Wanda by kicking Lei in the back, she simply left herself open to Lin leaping onto her back and wrapping her arm around Karen?s neck in a piggyback chokehold. Their numbers seemed roughly even, duels quickly breaking out. It was a huge hodgepodge of chaotic combat, but in general Wu?s women seemed to be favoring striking blows and kicks, using the light martial arts training they were familiar with, while Isabel?s side were quicker to use their size advantage, locking up with grabs, tackles, and closer combat.

Wu found her eyes scanning the battlefield, singling out Isabel. She was the brains behind this, thick as they may be, and she was going to cut off this problem at the roots. She marched single-mindedly at her, as though unphased by the mayhem around her. One girl came from her right, shrieking and swinging one of the lighter chairs in the room at her head. Wu hardly seemed to have to look up to shoot a speeding punch at her, nailing her straight on the nose. ?Aaaah!? she wailed and dropped the chair, stunning and holding her nose before Wu spun and threw a kick into her abdomen, launching her backward and onto her plump, pantied ass. One of Wu?s slighter girls descended on the overwhelmed, downed whore and went to work on her hair, banging her head into the floor.

Isabel quickly regained her composure, clenching her jaw before moving towards Wu herself. She found herself halted suddenly, one of the Chinese sluts grabbing her by the arm to halt her. She swung a hand at Isabel?s face, claws outstretched. She quickly found out that Isabel, for all the talk of her weight and pampered appearance, was not a pushover herself. She grabbed hold of the assailant?s attacking hand, swinging her heavy hip into her and shoulder-tossing her to the ground with a loud bang, back smacking noisily into the unyielding wood. She moaned and tried to roll over to hold her back, but Isabel quickly stomped a foot into her belly. The attacking Asian let out a huge ?HOOF!? as the air was forced from her chest as the heavy mistress walked over it like a welcome mat.

Just a few paces apart and surrounded by brawling hookers, Wu let out another battle cry and lunged at Isabel. She threw a high kick at her chest, Wu not what one would call a master but being well versed enough to have well since crossed the line from ?taking classes at the Y? and into ?an actually threatening martial artist.? It was quick and graceful, but Isabel expected it this time. She took a half step back, experienced enough in her high heels that she didn?t stumble at all. It kept her out of reach of the extended kick, but close enough that she could still grab onto Wu?s leg. Wu had a moment to worry as she realized the same as her freshly fallen sister that Isabel was not the pampered peacock she seemed to be. The point sunk home when Isabel leaned down and forward, swinging a strong and meaty fist up under Wu?s skirt and between her legs, knuckles slamming into her vag.

?OOOHHHH!? Wu?s eyes shot wide and she let out a loud yowl of pain, her legs buckling and falling promptly to the ground, holding her pussy as it throbbed in agony. Isabel grinned over her. ?Well guess that?s one way to make a China doll open her eyes all the way, for once,? she crowed, leaning over Wu and grabbing a fistful of her dark-colored hair bun. Wu winced and threw a kick at her knee, making it give out beneath the big woman. Isabel grunted as she fell to one knee, but then swung her hand forward in a shocking slap across Wu?s face. The weight the woman carried so gracefully and seductively actually added a lot of force behind her blows, and Wu was knocked silly to her side again, groaning and holding her head.

Isabel laugh triumphantly and grabbed Wu by the diamond of her dress? cleavage, lifting up the dazed Asian into a sitting position. Wu was almost ready to blink some sense into her eyes when Isabel smashed a fist into her face, making Wu see stars as her head whipped back, glassy-eyed again as the white harlot grinned at her. ?You were doomed from the start of this little tussle,? Lady Isabel gloated, her painted face grinning proudly into Wu?s. ?Your girls as well, I see??

The mayhem around them was starting to become more manageable now, it seemed. A few of the lightweights had been put out, surprises pulled, and opponents found that were starting to drag out their fights. For example, Jun was one of the youngest of Wu?s girls, barely legal and a major draw for customers for that alone. She kept her hair short and her skirts shorter, and between her youth and life on the streets she was a real force to be reckoned with in the rumble.

She was a vanguard in the struggle, rocketing ahead into the initial charge and landing a rapid one-two fist and palm strike that leveled one of the spindlier redheads in Isabel?s batch. She carved a swath through their lines, landing fast strikes but not sticking with one girl, mostly stunning them and moving along before they could regroup, leaving them to be taken on by another of the Chinese whores who quite suddenly had an advantage. A full-lipped, slim-hipped blond appeared behind her, raising a tall vase off the floor and over her head. ?Filthy little chink tramp!? she shrieked, attempting to swing it down onto her while she wasn?t looking. Jun instead spun around and struck at the inside of her elbows, making her arms give out and the vase suddenly drop on her own head. She went cross-eyed, hair littered with broken ceramics when Jun threw a roundhouse to her jaw, dropping her to the ground and out of the fight entirely.

Now, though, she was entangled with Lisa, a woman with tits so round they screamed of falsehood and a thick feather boa around her neck, its tail end nestled suggestively in her cleavage. The other end was wrapped around Jun?s neck, Lisa pulling on it hard and strangling the younger woman. She was pulled close to her rival whore, the red-faced teen clawing and twisting viciously with her nails at Lisa?s face and tits. The Euro trash whore did her best to bob and block with one hand, trying desperately to avoid the agonizing nail rakes long enough to outlast her and smother the girl out.

Betty, a woman who boasted a bit more muscle than the other women for her rougher treatment of her more selective but oh-so-eager customers, had managed to down a pair of short twins and dragged them up the stairs by an ankle each, punishing the back of their heads on the steps on the way up. They reached the small opening partway up the steps, turning with the intent to toss them back down and put them out of the fight, but Ping and Qing synchronized a kick into her bared abs, rewarded with a loud grunt and their fit opponent tumbling wildly over a banister the ten feet to the ground (or rather, to the table who so generously broke her fall when it snapped in half).

Back with their leaders, Isabel gloatingly shook Wu by her cleavage hole. ?Enjoy the view, you foreigner shit. It?ll be the last thing you see!? She took Wu by her hair and shoved her face in between her breasts, smearing it with sweat and forcing her nose into her pushed up cleavage. The corset was tight enough to rob her of her breathing space, Wu letting out murmuring protests as she started to come to, but clearly not quickly enough.

?THOSE are real woman tits!? Isabel sneered, still berating the rival whore. ?Your little washboard chest can?t hope to compete with these. You couldn?t even fit a preteen?s prick between those pancakes, let alone make a grown man cum without even dirtying your hands!? She gloated her sexual prowess and attractiveness over Wu, all in time with smothering the woman to the point of starting to see spots.

Isabel gasped aloud as suddenly there was a tightness on her throat. Eu-meh (a girl with a slim and soft body, but a face some would politely call ?unfortunate;? anal was a big seller for a girl like her) had mounted her back, legs warped around Isabel?s torso and using the stocking she had ripped off the KO?d Bella to choke the bigger harlot.

?G-Get off me, you ugly little monkey!? the white whore queen snarled, still holding Wu in place but reaching back with one hand, trying to grab hold of the interloper. She managed to snag the back of Eu-meh?s collar, again showing her strength as she single-handedly whipped the girl over her head, smashing her into the floor. Eu-meh let out a sharp cry, holding her back as her eyes watered. Isabel started to move to follow her and punish her for intervening, but the ambush had been just the distraction Wu had needed to regroup.

As Isabel rose, Wu angled her arm to smash a heavy palm strike right into the corset, right where Isabel?s belly was covered. The white woman gagged aloud, tongue flopping out and drooling a bit as her eyes went wide. Wu coughed as she pulled free from her rack, eyes suddenly ablaze as Wu grabbed the woman?s breast in bitter revenge with her nails. She yanked hard, Isabel howling in pain and trying to pull back but Wu had a deathgrip on her. Her tits were mauled and tugged ruthlessly, Isabel finally grabbing at her wrists and pulling up on them, wrenching them free at last. She pulled the arms upward, putting Wu off balance with the taller blond. Wu stood on her tiptoes, just trying to stay on her own feet. Left with nothing else, Wu shoved her chest up towards Isabel?s, ramming tit to tit and slamming hers upward. Isabel?s breasts nearly popped out of her corset, gasping and letting go of Wu?s hands suddenly. Seeing this weakness, Wu couldn?t help but pursue it. She lunged after her and grabbed her corset at the cleavage point of her corest, pulling and spilling her breasts out of her top in a bouncing display of flesh. Isabel found her breath in time to shriek, trying to cover up her breasts as many eyes turned towards her.

Isabel was something of a queen to her girls, whereas Wu acted as their leader but still one of them. Isabel treated only the wealthiest of her customers, and only in private areas where the lesser customers could only dream of what tempting promises her bedroom held. It was, for almost everyone in the room, the first time anyone had seen her majestically huge chest.

The white woman?s hands and arms folded across her breasts, fumbling to get her tight corset back over them but Wu was relentless, grinning proudly at her haniwork. ?Here I thought cows had black spots. First I?ve seen one that is all white.? Isabel?s face grew bright red, actually too caught up trying to cover her chest when Wu tore her arms away, quickly driving a fist straight into her nipple. The big breast was mashed back, Isabel yowling in pain and doubling up a bit before Wu ran both of her sets of nails in hard, slow paths down her bosom. Her cries of pain clearly did not stop, pulling back suddenly and clumsily running from Wu holding her tits. Wu grinned proudly, letting herself enjoy the bigger woman humbled and humiliated as she?d punched through her mock-regal fa?ade.

?Where are you running to, white cow!?? Wu challenged after her, marching briskly after her. ?Back to your barn!??
Wu barely saw the heel flying for her before it connected, smashing into her ribs heavily and throwing her off her feet. She scrambled back up to face her attacker, a leggy woman in black lingerie to match her hair. It was done up in a stylish bob, making her looking a bit like a flapper or a girl from a cabaret show. She certainly had the body for it, slender and leggy. She was a bit like Wu herself in that sense, except she noted with some dismay that her breasts were a good size or two larger. She wore heels, but not the stiletto sort. They were wider, flatter heels, not so sharp as a general heel but still looked like it had some weight to it, explaining the audible clacking sounds of her graceful steps even over the mayhem of the battle.

Ivy was indeed a former dancer, scandal driving her into this lifestyle but she savored it now. She did her job and did it well, flexible and a performer to put on a real show for her lovers, and earned the rank of what all considered to be Isabel?s number two. She was glad to step in if it meant her mistress saving face, as well as beating down the whore who had just shamed her so.