I posted Girl Grudge originally on Seaking's Board, but its been awhile and I'm writing a sequel. For those who missed Girl Grudge I'll post it below and then begin with what will eventually be posted on Seakings Board as Girl Grudge 2, but its been awhile since I made a contribution here and was feeling guilty so you guys get it first on the fly...and maybe this time I'll finish it.
WARNING: This is a fantasy of extreme nature about violent, brave, lusty people who are willing to personally suffer the consequences or reap the rewards of their actions with out regards to the norms of modern society or the qualms of conscious. Don?t read it if you are not interested in such topics or at all squeamish. Also, make sure you are mature enough to know the difference between illusion and reality. This is not a how to book.
GIRL GRUDGE: A Novella by Mr. Cage (comments at [email protected])
I missed the start of it, but I was there at what had to be the finish, at least the finish of it at Nathan High. I started high school with both girls and of course neither knew I was alive. Most freshman girls? eyes don?t see low enough on the social scale to recognize individual freshman boys, especially average dressed, tongue tied, junior varsity back-up offensive linemen.
Jessica Anita Langford was already the prototypical high school queen. Even as a freshman she was tall and coltish at 5?7?? and no more than 125 pounds. She was a soccer player, a basketball player, a member of her church choir, and to a desperate freshman boy an iconic blonde, long-legged, tan and firm breasted. She was of course selected as a junior varsity cheerleader. And, to top it off she was shit good in class and her family was relatively well-to-do, not private school well-to-do. In the land of exurbia the community public schools were the choice of most parents, from the large upper middle class and some rich to the very few poor.
Chelsea Tina Brown and Jessica might never have met had Chelsea?s mother not become a real estate agent, made a mint and moved to our little community. Her older sister and Chelsea brought our high school?s minority community of blacks, Hispanics, Asians, Native American and the never quite identified ?other? up to a whopping ten percent. I knew this because my mother was a vice-principal (yes, a little bit of hell on earth for yours truly) and was in-charge of insuring our stats were totally in-line with ?greater community standards? so we could suck on the big Federal Golden Money Nipple, the most important function of any public high school administration.
Mom was also anger counselor, social relations counselor and a dozen other touchy feely bullshit things they try to push on kids these days. Put it this way it was her job to make sure all the so-called perfect angels remained perfect angels and did nothing to embarrass the school or the community. She positively celebrated when the Brown sisters were enrolled because it got us up to 10% minority status. We were a happy, liberal, diverse, democratic voting hybrid owning (SUV driving) community and we had the statistics to prove it. It?s a good thing I grew up with advanced lessons of hypocrisy or our modern world might make me cynical. In any case, Mom?s political concerns play a role in this saga, making my participation in certain events all the more dangerous for yours truly.
Apparently Jessica and Chelsea met on the basketball court during a gym class. Chelsea was tall 5?8?? and relatively thin at 120 with long hard legs, a high firm ass, flat belly and thin but relatively muscular arms. Her breasts were firm and high, not large, but on her body still attracted the wandering eye of a lust monkey teenage boy. Anyway, the meeting did not go well. Looks were exchanged, but nothing physical other than a couple of hard fouls.
Apparently they went their separate ways and began getting into each others? business. I had no idea there was trouble brewing at the time, but then I heard that two freshman girls were going to have a fight after school after the half day before Christmas. Well usually you hear a story about a fight and half the school shows up. Everybody stands around and nothing happens or just before the fight starts a teacher or some adult busy body shows up and screws it up for everyone.
I was standing on a small hill over looking our school?s softball/baseball/soccer practice field. Our football stadium had bleachers and facilities, but the other outdoor sports were strictly come and sit on the hill. The only facilities were two dugouts a fenced area for the backstop and the dugout. Everybody was gathered on the hill or on the field side of the backstop. I had yet to hear who the fight was between.
I saw two small gatherings of guys and girls about a dozen feet apart. I pushed to the front and got out my cell phone. There were at least forty phones ready to record whatever happened. And, there was a guy actually walking around with a video cam and a microphone. He was interviewing the two girls! And I saw him stick the microphone under Jessica?s beautiful red lips.
Circumstances developed and I later got to know this guy and helped him edit the tape of the fight. I think I have the only copy that was not downloaded from video sharing site. It was on the board for three days until the community (my mom among others) raised such hell that they actually forced the site to take it down. The cops, the school and the pandering politicians basically landed like a truck on everybody?s neck, especially the guy who made the tape and posted it. I?ll give him this; he didn?t squeal on me.
Any way, the interview with Jessica went something like, ?Yeah, I?m going to fight this bitch. I?ve got my rings on and I?ve oiled down my face. She thinks she is so hard. But we?ll see. Everybody will see. Look at my audience!?
Jessica was so excited. You could see her cheeks were flushed and her nostrils were full. Her blue eyes were gleaming. She tied her shoulder length blonde hair back into a pony tail and flashed her right fist which was covered with heavy rings obviously borrowed from guys because she had temporarily resized them with tape on the bands. She didn?t flash it, but her left hand was weighed as well. At the time I thought the rings were more funny than serious.
Jessica had taken off her coat and stood there in a very tight pink top that pushed her tits up and covered chest stopping just above the belt line. Her shoulders were bare as were her well defined arms. You could see the straps of her red bra under the sturdy straps of the bare shouldered top. She had on tight hip hugger black jeans with a wide red belt and two tone shoes with those little pink foot socks. She looked like Barbie gone bad.
Chelsea?s interview was edited down because her fucking sister kept popping off, but she basically said something along the lines, ?That stuck up cunt is going to catch a beating. Fucking blonde whores don?t know shit about fighting. Talking like she?s hard! Fuck her!?
Well I?d say the school was about evenly divided: thirty percent wanted Jessica to kick ass, thirty percent wanted Chelsea to kick ass, forty percent wanted to see them both get beat up and a hundred percent of the guys wanted to see tits. The crowd wasn?t divided along racial lines, well let?s say all the black kids were rooting for Chelsea, but so were a lot of the white kids. The brown kids and Asians were split evenly and I still don?t know who the ?others? were. Anyway, the point is it wasn?t a racial thing at any time before the adults got involved.
Chelsea was dressed in a too short green hoodie, white t-shirt, blue jeans, tennis shoes with white socks. Her long slender waist and lower belly were revealed as she ran her hands through her braids to tie them behind her head in a bun. Her hair was in tiny tight braids that normally hung to her shoulders. She had accumulated rings on her hands as well. Apparently some of the senior guys had donated to both girls. Her black face was shiny so I assume she had used Vaseline or baby oil too.
The two groups parted and the crowd started yelling. Fucking idiots yelling show us your tits do nothing but discourage girls from fighting. I wish it was possible to explain shit like that to guys, but most of them were laughing and hooting like clowns. I was afraid the fight would stop before it started.
Instead, both girls ran toward each other without warning, shouting and going for it from the very start. Chelsea?s right fist missed Jessica?s face and wrapped around her head. The black girl immediately grabbed the pony tail. Jessica?s first punch was also a right, but she punched straight from the shoulder. Her fist smacked Chelsea hard on the left cheek and turned her head to the side. The black girl almost fell to a knee, not from a knockout but from the force of the blow and balance issues.
Jessica drew back her fist to strike again, but Chelsea jerked back on the blonde ponytail. Jessica grunted and was forced to stumble to her left. The blonde planted her feet and grabbed for the bun of braids with her left hand while swinging her right fist into the side of Chelsea?s head. She cracked her twice and missed her twice.
Chelsea cursed and fired her right fist into Jessica?s left ear and at the same time hooked her right foot behind Jessica?s left. The blonde whacked away with her right fist, but was suddenly pushed off balance as Chelsea pushed forward and tripped the cheerleader in one mood.
They hit the ground on the side of the hill with Chelsea on top for a moment, but before the black girl could strike they rolled over three and a half times coming to a rest at the bottom of the hill. Jessica threw her leg over the black girl?s hip and started to climb on top.
Suddenly Chelsea?s older sister reached down and grabbed her sister?s arm and pulled. Jessica rolled off surprised and Chelsea staggered to her feet with her sister?s help. A couple of Jessica?s friends shouted. Chelsea?s sister pushed her sister toward Jessica and held up her hands like she had done nothing.
Jessica was standing and looking at the older black girl wondering if the fight was over. Chelsea?s right fist hit her right in the mouth. The blonde?s head snapped back and she staggered backwards falling on her ass. The crowd cheered. Chelsea ran forward and started kicking at Jessica?s body, but the blonde was scooting on her ass and Chelsea did nothing but hit the blonde? hips. Jessica on the other hand, or foot as it were, kicked up hard and literally followed the advice of an idiot to the right of me to ?kick her in the balls.?
Anyway, Jessica?s tennis shoe practically lifted Chelsea off the ground and sent her falling backwards. Jessica scrambled up, her lip swollen but not bloody. Suddenly Chelsea?s sister was in between them. She turned around and pulled her sister up. A bunch of people yelled at her and she again put her hands up like some bad manager on the WWE and acted like she had done nothing.
Chelsea charged forward again and rammed into the blonde driving her back into the fence of the batter?s box. Chelsea had her left hand in the front of Jessica?s hair and was pounding away at the blonde?s head, shoulder, ribs and belly with furious rights at all angles. Jessica took the punches which were bruising but not well aimed. She bent forward using her ass on the fence to push off. She got a little aid when I guy grabbed her ass from the other side and pushed.
The two girls staggered back from the fence. They had their left hands twisted in each other?s hair and were clubbing wildly with their right fists. The crowd was getting really wild now and pushing forward. The guy with the camera was in tight and he had three buddies pushing people out of the way so he could complete his little documentary. There is a Spielberg in every high school class I guess.
They staggered around in a tight circle digging into the dirt with their sneakers while they pounded away at each other. Girl?s don?t have the knockout punch and usually don?t last too long before they both give out. In this case the girls were strong, but they still didn?t have the right bone and muscle mass versus skull and brain to finish each other. But, they did have endurance. They had been going at it for two minutes, an eternity in a school yard fight no matter what you may see in the movies.
Somebody yelled blood and sure enough there was blood smeared on Jessica?s face. Her nose was dribbling and Chelsea?s fist was smearing it around making it look pretty bad. Some time during this fistic battering, Jessica lost a shoe and then tripped going down on one knee. Chelsea tried to knee her in the face, but got pulled over by her braids which had come out of the bun.
The black girl fell on her hands and knees. Jessica was up on her knees. She dragged on the braids with her left hand and forced Chelsea?s head to stay down. Then she hammered the back of the black girl?s head and neck with wild overhand ax blows. She got in four shots when Chelsea?s sister grabbed the black girl?s arm and dragged her out from under the blonde again.
Jessica held onto the braids and was behind Chelsea. Chelsea?s sister grabbed her sister?s braids closer to her head and used her other hand to turn Chelsea around. Chelsea grabbed the blonde?s hair and the stand-up fight was on again.
They worked their way back toward the fence. Chelsea went for the trip again and they fell against the fence. Jessica ended up on her ass trapped against the fence. I noticed that the ever ready assistance by Chelsea?s sister wasn?t there this time as Chelsea had position.
Chelsea tried to knock Jessica out by banging her head on the fence, but of course as much as it surely hurt the fence wasn?t solid. Jessica hugged Chelsea to her and they wrestled with the blonde on her ass and Chelsea on her knees straddling the blonde?s legs.
Suddenly, Chelsea?s loose green hoodie was coming up her back. All the guys cheered as the thin white bra strap was exposed. Chelsea was suddenly struggling to keep from having her hoodie and t-shirt tangled over her head.
The black girl twisted and tried to get off to the side. Jessica rolled with her and got to her knees as Chelsea desperately tried to lower her hoodie. Jessica kept the hoodie bunched up in her left fist and started driving those overhand ax blows into the long, exposed black back before her.
Chelsea?s older sister stepped in immediately and grabbed the hoodie and tugged it down her sister?s back and at the same time straightened Chelsea up. Jessica cursed and punched Chelsea in the side of the face from behind. Chelsea started to fall forward, but her sister grabbed her under the arms and pulled her forward.
Jessica stood up and yelled, ?Fuck this shit!?
Chelsea turned around and charged back swinging. The blonde took three wild punches to her face before getting back into the fight and hammering the black girl four punches in return. They fought it out standing there, shifting back and forth from pulling hair with the left and punching with the right to pulling hair with the right and punching with the left.
I was exhausted just watching it. I know from the recording counter that the fight lasted only three minutes and thirty-six seconds, five minutes with the interviews and the short credits.
The crowd parted and my mother charged through the crowd with our Barney Fife security guard behind her. About half the kids scattered and I was caught flatfooted by Mom?s Medusa like stare. Shit!
Barney Fife got in between the two girls who were still swinging at each other, hitting him more than one another. He pushed and shoved and finally separated them dragging Jessica away. Chelsea?s sister grabbed her and tried to escape. My mother yelled Chelsea?s name and that was that.
The guy with the camera was running up the hill. Mom yelled his name and he groaned. She was good at her job. She knew everybody?s goddamned name and being called down by her was the same as being cuffed. The guy had his body between her and his camera. He looked at me and tossed the drive to me while popping in another. I caught the thing in mid air and had it in my pocket before I knew what I was doing.
To make a very long and typical story short, the girls? parents were called. The police showed up. Charges were dropped on the condition the girls would attend anger management sessions. Racial sensitivity meetings were required for the whole school, insuring that what little racial feelings we had were vastly magnified out of all proportion. I just love how those touchy feeling solutions always produce the exact opposite of what they intend. So the shit was dragged out through January.
Me and the cameraman cut and edited the recording on my computer because even though they hadn?t gotten the evidence off him his parents were dragged in and he was forbidden to touch his equipment for a month. We didn?t have the after fight pictures so the swollen lips and eyes or smeared blood was missed. Chelsea had a big lump on her forehead and another on her right cheek. But the chicks were back to normal by the end of the Christmas vacation, although with make-up I guess there may have been some bruising visible on the white girl.
So I ended up with my own finished copies safely hidden away on my computer and on a memory stick. The foolhardy brave camera man had promised both girls he would post the fight. In an attempt to protect himself, he posted the fight on the internet site using a school computer he hacked under the nickname of Fight Promoter. Unfortunately, Big Mother had installed a key-log program and they had hidden security cameras watching the computer lab. He was identified. The recording was pulled down and he got the rest of the year in detention. I skated.
What was truly amazing was the response we got from the simple inserted question, ?Who One? Who Cares? Good fight!?
Well apparently a couple of thousand people cared. Before the fight was pulled the comment section was filled up by racists of every stripe, social moralists decrying the decay of society, parents demanding everyone be arrested and a local television news hound doing a four part special on teen age violence, ?What You Should Know about Your Children!? It was a fucking circus. Freaks and hypocrites of every stripe were using our little show as a platform.
And the school was savagely divided. The Chelsea camp said she had, ?Whipped that white girl?s ass!? The Jessica camp said, ?Jessica won the fight four or five times, but Chelsea?s fucking sister kept cheating.? ?Fuck that, the white chick bled. That?s all you need to know,? was the response. ?Jessica would have kicked her fucking ass,? was the retort. Those of us without a bitch in the fight said, ?Rematch!?
Well nothing was going to happen for awhile. Jessica?s mother basically raised such hell that an extra three guards patrolled the school grounds and honest to got cop cars followed every group of ten or more kids around until they broke up. Jessica and Chelsea played the sweet reconciliation game while they were under the thought police?s eyes. But those two girls were not finished with each other, not by a long shot.
My old buddy Fight Promoter, the video geek, got the call. The fight was scheduled for the first Monday in June after school was out for the summer. The site was a closed and shuttered no-tell motel. Only the girls, one second a piece and their chosen witnesses, me and the Fight Promoter were invited. They didn?t want a crowd to attract the cops and they didn?t want a bunch of guys yelling for them to show their tits. They wanted to fight until one was beat. The winner would get the recording to show to her friends, but nothing would be posted anywhere as long as the loser admitted she had been whipped to anyone the winner demanded be informed for as long as they were in the same school. The Fight Promoter promised we would give them the only recording, no need to tell you he lied, but after our last experience we weren?t going to let anybody know we had it.
We arrived early, parked behind the row of empty room, and waited for the combatants. Jessica and a tough looking brunette chick, combat boots and short hair tough, arrived first. Jessica was wearing a white t-shirt and those tight elastic short-shorts, red colored. She had on flip flops. Chelsea and her older sister, Tania I now knew, arrived twenty minutes later. The brunette chick and Tania crossed the broken pavement and had a brisk discussion about both of them staying out of the fight until it was finished.
The Fight Promoter had a happy suggestion. Since we were behind the hotel, the fight could take place in the empty fenced in pool. The seconds had to stand on the edge of the pool and couldn?t intervene for any reason. They liked the idea of the pool, but Tania?s past performance made her promises questionable. The butch brunette produced a two set?s of handcuffs and suggested they be cuffed to the ladders at the either side of the deep end of the pool until the fight was over and gave us the keys. Ten minutes later Tania agreed.
Next came the equipping. Much to my surprise the girls had agreed to fight with rings on their hands again. After removing ear rings they equipped every finger with a heavy ring. Chelsea had shown up wearing boots, but she took them off at Jessica?s insistence. They had agreed to fight barefooted and she had shown up ready to do so. Chelsea?s hair was cut short and styled in a two inch natural which gave her an advantage over the eight inch summer length of the silky blonde haired Jessica. Jessica started to tie her hair back, but Tania protested. Jessica shrugged and let her hair hand loose.
Chelsea had learned from her last fight. She pulled off her baggy shirt to reveal a gray designer sports bra and white shorts as tight and skimpy as Jessica?s. Chelsea may have added a fraction of inch in height and maybe some muscles, but the only extra meat was revealed by the tightly packed breasts pushing against the sports bra. Already covered by the summer heat?s sheen of sweat her beautiful, long, black body gleamed reflecting every ebony facet of her incredibly tight muscularity. She was no body builder, but she was slender and muscular. Her belly was flat and showed a four pack with sure signs of a six pack developing. Her long legs were tight, hard and ridged. Her white shorts looked like they were glued on and her ass was round and high looking like it was climbing up her legs not hanging down from her hips. She looked like an Amazon.
Jessica didn?t seem intimidated. She stripped off her t-shirt. Cleverly she had worn a super tight white one-piece swim suit that fully covered her much thicker and lush bust. Her belly was flat but covered, but there was no way it was as firm and hard as the black girls?. Her legs were a bit thicker and a bit softer. Her waist was thin, but still larger than Chelsea?s. Jessica was a bit broader in the shoulders and looked very strong with her five to ten pound weight advantage, but she didn?t ripple like the black girl. For once, the blonde beauty was outclassed, at least in my view of what a fighting female should be. She kept on her red shorts so I had no idea what the suit might reveal below the hip hugging shorts.
The seconds checked their girls over and whispered instructions as the Fight Promoter and I set up four cameras around the pool, all on tripods. We both held hand cameras and climbed down inside the pool for close-ups. We also were to stop it when one girl said she was finished or was helpless to defend herself. Otherwise, we were there to catch the battle so the victor could relive her triumph and humiliate her rival for the rest of time. The whole thing had a mythical feeling about it, despite the dirty, dry surface of the pool. Amazingly nobody had thrown bottles or trash into the hole so we didn?t have to clear anything away. The seconds handcuffed themselves. The girls climbed down into the deep in from different sides. I held my breath, this was the point in time where sweet reason might prevail and violence be averted. Thank the gods, sweet reason was on vacation that day.
Their bare feet touched the dirty floor of the abandoned pool and they rushed at each other cursing. All those anger management sessions didn?t seem to have been that effective, in fact, I?m sure that at least half the fury was created by those hours of lies and bullshit. Anyway, they practically rammed into each other. Their right fists missed their targets and suddenly they were face to face with their right arms around each other?s neck. I don?t know many people who wouldn?t have wanted to be between these two babes normally, but not on that day.
Jessica?s knee came up first. It hit its target, Chelsea?s crotch, but unlike guys that didn?t end the fight. Instead, Chelsea moaned, jerked Jessica?s head backwards by the hair and butted her on the cheek. Jessica moaned and turned her head to the side blinking her eye. Her right hand was twisted in Chelsea?s hair. Her left fist started pumping its ring armed knuckles into the black girl?s glistening sides and ribs. It must have hurt because Chelsea twisted to the side and took some punches on her kidney while bringing her own left into play against Jessica?s suit covered belly. They grunted and cursed each other jerking hair and punching away non-stop as they turned in a circle.
Jessica must have gotten the worst of it because she twisted to protect her belly and took a brutal punch to the kidneys. She moaned and staggered, but came back with a left to the underside of Chelsea?s strong jaw. Crack! The black girl staggered backwards and held up both her hands to protect her face.
Jessica drove her left through the guard and smashed the black girl?s lips with her ringed fist. Chelsea tried to turn away. Jessica had a fist full of her short hair and it slowed the escape long enough for the blonde to grab the back of the black girl?s hair with her left fist.
Chelsea was turned around now facing away and bending while trying to run out of range. The white girl jerked back on her left hand and straightened Chelsea up. The right fist hooked around hard from behind and crashed into the right side of Chelsea?s twisted face. Smash!
Chelsea fell hard on her knees leaving Jessica with a handful of short kinky hair. The blonde grabbed two handfuls of hair from behind and started ramming her knee into the middle of Chelsea?s back. The black girl was being rocked pretty hard.
Chelsea?s sister was screaming for Chelsea to fight back while Jessica?s butch girl was laughing and taunting Tania. It looked like the fight was going to end pretty quickly. Then Chelsea stopped trying to pull away from the double hair hold and as Jessica drew back her knee for another shot, Chelsea threw herself backwards.
The blonde staggered and then toppled over the falling black girl to land face down on top of Chelsea. For a brief moment the two high school brawlers looked like they were in an athletic crotch munching session. Then they started to scramble on the dirt covered concrete.
Jessica was on top and up on her knees turning to go for the school girl mounted position. Chelsea grabbed a handful of blonde hair and jerked Jessica?s head down almost to the gray sports bra, just as Chelsea?s hard pointed knee connected with the side of the blonde?s head.
Jessica fell to the side stunned and Chelsea rolled on top still holding the blonde hair. Now it was time for the white girl to take a beating. Chelsea didn?t bother to go for a mount; she started pounding away with her right fist with short shots into the blonde?s face and head while trying to crack Jessica?s skull on the pool?s floor with her left fistful of blonde hair. She might have succeeded, but the blonde used the first catty move of the fight and raked her claws across Chelsea?s face going for the eyes.
The black girl screamed and turned her head away. Jessica bucked and rolled and now the white girl was on top. As Jessica rolled on top blood dribbled out of her nose and one of her eyebrows had a lump on it. Chelsea?s hands were covering her face and she was still screaming. Tania was yelling like a banshee and jerking at the cuff on her wrist. Jessica?s girl was shouting, ?Bite the bitch!?
Instead of biting the blonde straddled Chelsea and started driving rapid fire punches down on the black girl?s face smashing against the girl?s hands. Not satisfied, the bleeding blonde suddenly started pounding on Chelsea?s pert breasts, banging away at the sweat stained gray sports bra. ?Bust her titties!? yelled the butch babe.
Well maybe it hurt and maybe it humiliated Chelsea, but it gave her a chance to peek through her fingers and grab for Jessica?s wrists. The blonde jerked backwards trying to free her fists and suddenly got her shoulder hooked by Chelsea?s long right leg. They struggled for a few seconds and then the white girl went backwards falling on Chelsea?s left leg.
Chelsea still had the blonde?s wrists. They rolled helplessly struggling to get off their backs. Then Chelsea raised her right foot and drove her heel down smashing Jessica?s left breast. The white girl moaned and that energized Chelsea. I zoomed in on her face. She was wild and bloody. Parallel scratches had left bloody streaks across her face cutting both cheeks, the bridge of her nose and the white?s of her eyes were red and watery. Chelsea got in three tit crushing heel shots and then she jammed her foot into the underside of the tit as if to push it up to the blonde?s shoulder. Only, the full body white suit kept the tit from being exposed. The white suit showed the dirt and sweat quite well, especially the heel and foot prints on the left tit.
Jessica finally got a wrist free and rolled over freeing her feet from under her ass. Now she had a foot free and she kicked Chelsea in the face. Chelsea kicked back and smashed the blonde in the mouth leaving another foot print. The blonde kicked back and now Chelsea?s nose was bleeding freely. Jessica jerked her other hand free and twisted around breaking the mutual leg lock.
There was a scramble in the dirt as they tried to get the upper position. Knees and elbows were bloody now as the concrete took its toll. Fists and elbows flew. There were tuffs of blonde hair everywhere now and not a little of the natural black hair. Faces were dirty and bloody. Jessica?s white suit was stained with blood, sweat, dirt and probably tears. While Chelsea?s gray bra was sweated through and her white shorts were just as dirty as the blonde?s suit.
They had been going at it for six minutes non-stop most of it fighting on the pool floor. I thought Jessica had the best of it so far, but it was damn close and the blonde?s face showed she had been in a fight for sure. Just then they hit the side of the pool, deep end. Jessica was trapped against the side on her left side. Chelsea had her right leg over Jessica?s hip and was punching the blonde in the face with her left fist.
Jessica groaned. Her right eyebrow burst open and she covered her face with her left arm. Chelsea started to untangle herself and crawl on top. The blonde?s right arm was under and behind the black girl. As Chelsea rose up the blonde?s right hand grabbed the back of the sports bra and jerked on it pulling the black girl off onto her side again. They wrestled against the side of the wall with Chelsea having the advantage.
However as they rolled against each other punching and kneeing I noticed the gray bra being pulled up the sweaty and now dirt stained sleek black girl?s back. I remembered the white girl had pulled the hoodie over Chelsea?s face in the last fight. Jessica was obviously trying to gain some advantage with the bra. The battle went on and on and the girls were obviously exhausted.
Chelsea made another move to crawl on top and take advantage of Jessica?s back being up against the side of the pool. Suddenly Jessica?s left hand was between them. She grabbed the gray bra from the front and jerked it up leaving it under Chelsea?s neck. The black girl?s pert tits had long black pointed nipples. Her breasts were round at the base forming conical mounds, firm and the nipples pointed straight out from the mound like little flag poles. I zoomed on the nipples being the pervert I was and forgot about the fight for a second.
Apparently, Chelsea had the same reaction as me. She yelped as her tits were exposed and rolled backwards trying to pull her bra back into place. She paid for it because the blonde had room to bring up her left leg. Jessica still held the front of the bra bunched up in her left hand. As Chelsea struggled uselessly to pull down her bar, the white girl took aim and drove her dirty left foot hard into Chelsea?s belly.
Chelsea moaned but continued to struggle with her bra. Her sister was going crazy. Butch babe was laughing and yelling for Jessica to ?tear off those nips.? The blonde was more interested in using her feet like a cat does. She kicked and stomped slowly causing Chelsea to rotate away. Now Jessica had enough room to use both feet. If she had been a lion she would have disemboweled the black girl. Instead she drove her almost perpendicular to her own body connected by stretched out bra and white arm.
Jessica sat up and started jerking on the bra. Chelsea screamed and held onto it even though the part in the white girl?s hand was stretched over her head. Jessica got to her knees and then her feet and actually dragged Chelsea backwards by her ruined bra, but the black girl wouldn?t let it go. Apparently getting her ass kicked wasn?t as important as keeping her tits covered! I had a feeling that Jessica had no such concerns.
Jessica was in position to kick or knee at Chelsea?s head, neck and upper back. The black girl took kick after kick and slowly but surely lost her bra. When it finally came away she was screaming she wanted a break. What she got as she turned on her ass with her hands over her nipples was a dirty white foot to the chin. Crack! She froze in place, eyes rolling in her head. Jessica took aim, raised her foot and stomp kicked the black girl right in the face leaving a dirty foot print outlined in the sweat and blood of the black girl.
After that Chelsea fell backwards from her sitting position and hit her head on the concrete hard enough for me to put down my camera and run forward to stop the fight. Jessica climbed on top and started pounding the helpless girl?s face. I grabbed and arm and tried to stop her, but she used the other arm and punched another ten times until I gave up trying to persuade her and just dragged her off.
Butch Babe was yelling and cussing me out. My buddy Fight Promoter moved in for a close-up of the blood on Chelsea?s face. The black skin was now dark red and Chelsea?s open mouth showed white teeth edged by blood from her nose and mouth. She was knocked out. One of her front teeth was broken off and sticking through her lip. Her nose was swelling before our eyes and both her cheeks were blowing up too. She was fucked up and as the song said, ?knocked the fuck out!?
It was good thing the bloody blonde was exhausted from the ten minute brawl or she might have pulled free and finished the job on Chelsea. The hatred these girls had for each other was beyond all reason. Jessica cussed and fumed, but slowly she exhausted the last of her reserves. Once she calmed down she took the key to the cuffs from Fight Promoter and walked away holding Chelsea?s bra over her head like a victory trophy.
Despite Jessica?s bloody, swollen lips, when Butch Babe was released they went into a lip lock that stiffened my cock for the next week. They fucking made out on the side of the pool with Chelsea bleeding and moaning in the dirt and her sister jerking at the cuffs trying to get to her sister. Butch Babe actually licked the sweat and blood off Jessica?s busted face.
Jessica turned around as Butch Babe cupped her breasts from behind and taunted, ?Now everybody knows who won, bitch. And you can?t go talking about how you whipped a little cheerleader ass because I whipped you black ass and I got it on tape along with your titties. So fuck you and fuck your family. Fuck with me and everybody in the world will see me kicking your ass and taking your fucking bra. You?re fucking lucky I didn?t kill your weak black ass.?
Well the aftermath was relatively calm. Chelsea was really fucked up, but her sister cleaned her up and they went to a doctor in the next town with false id and a story about a car wreck. Anyway, she lived and had to suffer the humiliation of admitting her ass had been kicked by a white girl, worse a blonde cheerleader type. We didn?t get in trouble and the recording stayed safe in Jessica?s hands and of course we had our copies. I later found out that Jessica?s parents were away for two weeks and by the time they got back a little make-up and a lie or two was all that was necessary for the blonde to skate.
Jessica strutted over the school during her sophomore year, making even the senior and junior girls back down more than once. Everybody said she was a crazy bitch. Even though she was apparently fucking a series of guys the fact that she had been obviously fucking a dyke scared the girls even more than her beating of Chelsea. In any case, Jessica was Queen Bee. And, with the vote of every horny male and a few girls, the blonde won homecoming queen. That night she fucked the senior quarterback, stealing him his girlfriend of three years, the runner-up. Apparently the teen queen liked cock as much as muff.
Fight Promoter and I recorded six more fights between girls and two dozen between guys. Fighting became a kind of a fad pastime in our community. An informal fight club formed for awhile, but somebody got wind of it and there was another parental outrage. After more touchy feely bullshit and a couple of car confiscations by outraged parents paying for dental work and broken noses the fight club died out. The fad was over and school year was starting again.
Then we heard that Jessica and Chelsea had come to blows in a grocery store parking lot while a gang of their friends cheered and joined in. The cops arrived and both girls got the anger management course again and a severe talking too by a judge. I give the girls credit; they didn?t break out laughing in court. Instead they planned round three.
Unfortunately, Jessica?s mother made such a stink about the grocery lot fight that the cops actually kept a close watch on the girls and the school. Nobody got away with anything. We had cop cars drive by whenever more than four kids gathered before or after school, even on a weekend. If I had been a robber, I would have worked eight hour days without worry because all the cops were watching kids making sure they have any fun. When the school year ended, Jessica?s mother sent her on a two month trip to Europe.
Jessica came back a perfect young lady. Chelsea and Jessica had different classes and basically stayed away from each other it seemed most of their junior year. I thought maybe the girl grudge was over. Fighting at our school had peaked and now was a rare event always broken up before more than a couple of punches got thrown.
