Theresa Correa vs Louise Glover

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These two girls had been waiting to get their claws into one another all night?.

It was a pool party held in a balmy Key West resort to celebrate the Agency's recruitment of the English glamour model, Louise Glover. Louise was the toast of the night and was celebrating in some Daisy Dukes that she had been poured into, and a tiny halter top that was struggling to keep her ample assets in check. Theresa, on the other hand, had opted for blue heels and a sequined dress that was open from neck to navel, and barely covered her ass cheeks.

The Agency now had two busty brunettes on its books, vying for the same jobs. The tension between them had already started to rise, even though it was only the end of Louise's first week. Theresa, in spite of being solely responsible for spikes in the sales of every magazine she graced the cover of, had had to take a back seat over the last few days as editors went for the novelty of a new hottie- and one with a British accent to boot.

It all started when Theresa, her back to the crowd, was talking to Breann McGregor:
"I always wondered what happened to Heff's Barbie dolls once he had kicked them out of bed. I'm disappointed one of them has ended up with us."

With this, Breann gasped as she noticed Louise had moved within earshot.
"Too bad Teri, because I didn't know stretch marks were allowed either." Louise said in a voice that was little bit worse for drink.

Theresa instantly coloured at this barb. She had been a late developer at school, and had had to endure a few years of bullying by her classmates until her body had flowered. As a result, she had always been highly self-conscious about her body, and in spite of becoming a slave to Carmen Electra's latest workout, she always worried if her body would be as good as before her pregnancy.

"I guess being a dyke, you'll never have to worry about them, honey." She replied.

Whilst this was going on, one of the security guards approached the Agency's founder and owner. "Hey Boss, looks like two of your fillies are getting rather frisky over there."

The Boss smiled. Little did everyone else know that he handpicked the girls in his stable on the basis of their fiery temperaments as well as their killer bodies. He was a hardheaded businessman and knew that a little professional rivalry did wonders for the girls' dedication to their work, and media interest in the Agency.
"Leave them alone. The girls know that they have to work out a hierarchy by whatever means they see fit."

Back by the pool, the temperature of the exchanges between Theresa and Louise had just broken the thermometer.
"If you want a piece of me, then I'm right here" taunted Louise. The crowd gasp as she raised her arms up, and pulled her halter top off in one fluid motion, so as to reveal a pink brassiere that had obviously been last in line when material was being handed out. But she wasn't finished.
"Screw Helen of Troy's face," she smirked to herself, and bent over to pull off her cut-offs, revealing, in the process, matching panties and a cleavage that had launched fifty magazine covers.

Theresa was secretly pleased this opportunity had presented itself so soon after Louise's arrival- and in front of the rest of the Agency's girls too! Since the hiatus caused by her pregnancy, she had taught Faren Williams and Sara Brinsfield a lesson, and was now desperate to mix it up with the nation's finest fighters: a Mariah Carey, Karen McDougal or Cori Nadine. Teaching Louise some respect would provide some welcome practice. Not to be outdone by Louise's exhibition, Theresa slipped out of her heels and unclasped her dress at the neck so that it fell to the lawn. The crowd cheered as the Peach State's finest export was left in nothing but a G-string. "Too scared, to go topless? What sort of ho are you?" she shouted to Louise above the cheers. When Louise didn't move towards her brassiere straps, Theresa realised she had made a tactical error. Not only had Louise retained a modicum of self-respect, but her breasts would surely be partially protected in the mauling that would follow. "Never mind," she grimaced to herself, my breasts are bound to get more of the guys on my side. Vocal support had carried her through a number of catfights in the past.

Louise, for her part, was also glad of the chance to take down the Agency's unofficial number one asset at the first opportunity. She was desperate to make a splash in America this time around and would do whatever it took. She had also been in her fair share of wars, in spite of her tender years. Flirting with guys in the clubs of Liverpool and London had often led to jealous girlfriends inviting her outside for 'blows'. Most recently, she had put Lucy Pinder in her place in an oil wrestling match held at the halftime interval of a Liverpool vs Portsmouth EPL soccer game. Privately, she now had Keeley Hazell or Kelly Brook in her sights, and was still gutted by the decision of Katie Price, the undisputed and unbeaten UK catfighting champion, to step down on a permanent basis in order to train for the 2012 British Olympics horseriding team.

Whilst the calls of "Let's rumble" and "Get it on" escalated in volume, the girls approached one another, manicured hands raised ready to strike, until two pairs of erect areolae came within millimetres of clashing. Louise's nipples looked as though they were about to rent a hole in her brassiere.

Nobody really knows who made the first move. Most probably, someone nudged into Theresa's back so that she brushed against Louise. The next second, both girls had their hands in the others tresses, and grunts and obscenities were being drowned out by the roar of the crowd.

The hellcats slowly rose to their knees together, fingers entwined in the other's tresses. Theresa seeking to break the deadlock, quickly released one of her hands and pushed Louise backwards. Louise collided heavily with a bystander and fell on her back. Theresa waded into the crowd, and bent down to hair-haul Louise to her feet. But the Brit came up faster than Theresa expected and head-butted her, knocking her off her feet.

Theresa lay on the grass dazed whilst Louise straddled her waist, grabbed her hair whilst proceeding to beat her head into the ground. The pounding she was absorbing quickly cleared the fug from Theresa's head. Whilst one hand was trying to loosen Louise's grip on her head, the other was probing for Louise's brassiere. With her vision starting to cloud, her hand clawed the garment down and away from Lou's breasts, whilst simultaneously thrusting her hips upwards so that the bitch was thrown over her head. Louise screamed with the shock of the throw, and the pain where Theresa's talons had scored her flesh.

Both girls rose quickly to their feet, and raised their hands in a defensive stance. Inevitably Theresa's eyes were fixed on Louise's recently released breasts, and Louise's gaze inevitably returned to Theresa's own magnificent rack.

It was Theresa who attacked first; charging with a scream of rage.
For several seconds, the two infuriated beauties tore into each other's abundant assets with the savagery of wild cats, each determined to cause maximum pain and damage to her foe and rival. Hands crushed and mangled supple flesh. Theresa then decided to shift her grip to a hopefully much more effective grip, pinching Louise's erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers!

Louise screeched and writhed furiously, digging her on nails deep into Theresa's breasts in retaliation. While screaming in pain herself, Theresa intensified her efforts, squeezing and twisting Louise's trapped nips, pulling and stretching them viciously. Louise howled in agony until - unable to take any more pain - she grabbed Theresa's wrists and attempted to force her to let go.

Crowing in triumph, Theresa tugged and wrenched Louise's nipples with renewed vigour, snarling angrily. Then she yelped and flinched as Louise, at the end of her rope, raised her knee viciously into Theresa's crotch knocking her to the ground in the process. Louise, her chest still on fire, staggered over to Theresa and started to pummel her with punches to the gut, head and especially those sensitive tits! When her hands become scabbed, she switched to open palm slaps to the face until Theresa's face was swollen and her lips puffy. Theresa tried to punch back, but most of her punches were blocked and even when they landed, they didn't seem to hurt Louise. Then Louise threw an uppercut and, while she reeled in pain, hair hauled Theresa to her feet and pulsed to knee Theresa in the crotch again.

Realising that unless she did something quickly it is all over for her, Theresa reached up, grabbed Louise's hair and yanked sideways with everything she had. Louise thrown to the ground, just as she was about to deliver the coup de grace winced as she struggled to comprehend how it was possible for anyone to possess that much endurance. She had been sure she had the bitch all wrapped up.

She slowly rose to square off against Theresa once again, exhausted and desperate. Convinced this clash would be the last, she wasted no time in charging Theresa. Their hands clasped, and fingers intertwined, as they lurched from side-to-side for a few seconds until their tired legs refused to support their weight any longer and they slowly sank to their knees, leaning into each other, their locked hands high overhead.

The test of strength, however, was short and decisive. Theresa had simply spent too much energy struggling to get out of the last damaging sequence of punches Louise had dished out. Louise had somehow fared slightly better throughout the gruelling battle. Slowly, relentlessly, Louise overwhelmed Theresa, bending her wrists, and pushing into her, forcing her backwards. Theresa screamed in frustration as she went all-out to regain lost ground. Groaning tensely, baring her teeth, Theresa strained in a sinew-snapping, tendon-tearing, effort. Panting, her heavy breathing hissing between clenched teeth, Louise leaned into Theresa, her throbbing nipples spearing Theresa's rack until she groaned in despair. Louise pushed harder crushing Theresa's orbs, flattening them against the chest. Theresa suddenly let out a wail and toppled over, unable to withstand Louise's final onslaught.

Exhausted but thrilled by the sight of the simpering Theresa, Louise staggered backwards. After watching her prone opponent for a few seconds, she suddenly realised she was not alone. Turning around, she tossed her hair and shook her ass provocatively as the noise of the crowd turned to cheers and not a few wolf-whistles.

"My, my " the Director sighed.
"Looks as though my little club has a new queen."