Shelly walked into the crowded bar. It had been a few weeks since she had last been there. She didn't frequent as much as she used to, even though she still loved the place and the clientele. It was a hot and humid not and the crowd didn't make the room any cooler. She had picked her outfit very carefully this not, at 26 years of age, she could pretty much pull of anything, but she knew what would be inevitable tonight and chose her outfit with that in mind.
The tank top was lycra and skin tight, straining to control her 36D breasts. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders and the top was tucked neatly into her skin-tight low rise jeans. The 4 inch heels on her boots wouldn't be too high to keep her off-balance and would be enough to do damage in a fight. A lot of people looked as she made her entrance. It was obvious that people had missed her.
It took under a minute for her to see Crystal, the bitch who had beaten the shit out of her a little more than two months ago in the battle for both "Queen" of the gang and for Shelly's now ex-boyfriend's cock. Crystal was also 26, had moved to town only about 6 or 7 months ago and had become Shelly's nemesis since the day she had arrived. Shelly saw the blonde immediately and the blonde snickered as she saw Shelly as well. Crystal was wearing a tight black halter tonight and a short skirt with fishnets and knee high boots. She was sitting on Bryan's lap when Shelly and she caught one another's eye.
Shelly ignored Crystal and went to the bar, she scoffed at the bitch's big fake tits in her mind and winced as she thought to herself "twenty something fights in your life, and your first loss has to be to that skank?" She ordered a drink as people came up and said hello, some even "welcomed her back" because she had stayed away for so long since her fight with Crystal. It was probably about 10 minutes before she felt the presence of someone standing behind her at the crowded bar. She spun around, expecting it to be that bitch, but it wasn't. Instead she was face to face with Bryan.
Bryan looked at her and delivered his message: "She said, if you want a piece of her, you can meet her in the back room again. She's waiting for you."
Shelly looked at her ex-boyfriend and smiled. She looked at her watch, and casually said, "Tell that slut that I'll be there in 10 minutes...she can wait..." and she turned back to her drink, smiling to herself.
When she got up from the barstool, she couldn't help but notice that the bar had emptied a bit. She knew where they had gone, into the back room to watch the catfight that was about to ensue. Shelly walked deliberately to the back, down the narrow hallway past the disgusting bathrooms and the kitchen entrance and then into the old wood-floored dance "back room" from when gambling used to be illegal. Crystal was standing facing the entrance and about 15 other people, including Bryan, milled about. The arrogant bitch had removed her leather halter, presumably because she didn't want to damage it, or it would restrict her movement, and so she stood there in a black push-up bra and her skirt, stockings and boots. As Shelly breached the entrance, Crystal wasted no time, and charged at her. Shelly was ready for this type of assault and the two engaged fairly evenly. Punches flew wildly, connecting easily with shoulders, backs and the tops of heads as the two hellcats viciously pummeled one another. The hatred between the two women was well known, especially after Crystal's prior ass-kicking of Shelly. Shelly had a slight advantage this time, in that she had worn all of her rings intentionally knowing she
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