Michelle nosed her red Mustang convertible into the small parking lot between the street and the building that squatted on the strip of sand separating it from the beach. She had cruised the length of the street – she didn’t know its name and didn’t much care – and passed a number of places before selecting this one. The stylized sign on the white-painted wall said ‘Combers Bar and Grill.’
She swung her lissome legs out of the car and stood up, stretching gratefully. It had been a long drive up from San Francisco and she had turned off the highway mostly from a desire to stop and stretch her legs, though an exploratory whim combined with the thought of sitting and staring at the ocean for a while with a cold drink in her hand also had a lot to do with it.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a couple guys with surfboards turn their heads to look at her. She smiled at them in acknowledgement. At 5’7” – closer to 5’10” in these heels – she had long flowing blonde hair and a figure that would have turned heads even if she hadn’t been wearing a short white denim skirt and a scarlet tank top that hugged her generous bosom. It was nice to see these younger guys appreciating a woman of a certain age. Michelle worked hard to stay in shape and looks like that were part of the reward. She smiled again to herself – [i]part[/i] of the reward.
She walked up the couple of steps to the front door of the place, and went inside. Immediately inside the door was a long U-shaped bar with what looked like restrooms off to the left. That was probably the one thing Michelle needed more than a drink and after taking care of business, she wandered back around the bar to the far side, closest to the beach. There were several rows of tables there and more outside on a patio that ran the full length of the building.
There were no more than a half dozen people in the whole place, but it was too late for lunch and too early for dinner so that was understandable. The barmaid, a dark-haired girl in her early twenties in a cut-off white tee and a pair of tight spandex shorts that showed off a quite delectable ass, came over and placed a coaster in front of Michelle. “What can I get for you?”
Michelle ordered a gin and tonic, heavy on the ice. She gave the girl a decent tip – she wasn’t going to earn much on this shift. The front wall of the place, overlooking the ocean, was comprised entirely of glass screens that were folded back leaving the interior open to the air. She took her drink out to a table on the patio, against the railing above the six-foot drop to the sand.
It was a beautiful afternoon, the sun shimmering on the water out beyond the point to the west. She sat and sipped her drink, enjoying the sunshine and the light breeze that gently fanned her hair about her face. It was nice to relax, to not have anything to worry about except where she would stop for dinner and stay the next night.
She loved her home in Florida, but she had needed a break. The guy she had most recently been seeing had turned out to be an asshole, her job had been stressful and she had generally been feeling less than positive about life. She had some vacation time and some credit card miles saved up, so when she had seen a TV ad extolling the beauty of California, she’d thought what the hell? Why not?
That had been almost a week ago. She had spent a few days in San Francisco playing tourist, but a day trip to Marin County and a few wineries had got her thinking so she had rented a car and headed up the coast to explore some more on her own. This was her second day on the road. The first day had been spent seeing a few tourist sites but now she was going off the beaten track. The name ‘Blue Water’ on the sign had sounded inviting, and she had gone with her gut and followed her nose.
She let her eyes travel down the beach. There were a few clusters of sunbathers and a scattering of people in the water, but the beach was by no means crowded. As her gaze wandered out toward the point, she raised an eyebrow. Were those people [i]naked[/i]? It was difficult to tell. One girl with long dark hair was definitely wearing a thong but as she turned, Michelle saw that her bikini top was nothing but straps and edges, leaving her breasts and dark nipples bare. Michelle raised the other eyebrow. That was pretty daring, even for California.
Further out at the far end, near a large white building that strangely seemed to squat among the dunes on thick columns, she spied what looked, from this distance, like a woman riding a man who was stretched out on his back on a towel on the sand beneath her. Michelle smiled quietly to herself. Public nudity and public sex in broad daylight – this was quite a peculiar little place. She looked down at her glass, which was already almost empty. The drink had been good and she was seriously considering another. She wondered if there was a hotel in town. She was pretty sure she hadn’t passed one on the way in from the highway.
She decided in favor of that second drink and went back inside to the bar. As the barmaid was pouring it, she asked about the hotel. “Oh sure,” said the girl, “there are actually two. When you came off the highway and turned right at the junction, if you’d turned left you’d have gone over the ridge and down to Blue Water Harbor instead of here to the Village. Both the hotels are at the top of the hill, a couple hundred yards apart.”
“I’d recommend the Hampton Inn over the Red Roof Inn,” came a voice – male – from further along the bar. Michelle turned to look in that direction. The speaker was a man in his forties with dark hair showing a little grey at the temples, dressed in blue jeans and a striped Polo shirt. He had piercing blue eyes that echoed the smile playing across his lips as he regarded Michelle. “The view is good from both but the rooms are bigger at the Hampton and you can soak in a big bathtub…just the thing after a long drive.”
[i]And are you about to offer to scrub my back?[/i] Michelle thought. She gave him another once over and decided she might not mind too much if he did. She took her drink from the bar and sauntered down to the end where he sat perched on the last stool. “So, mister hotel critic,” she said with a smile of her own, “you got a name?”
His smile broadened and he extended his hand. “I’m Chance.”
She took the hand. His grip was firm but not overly so. “Michelle,” she replied. “Nice to meet you, and thanks for the recommendation.”
“Planning on staying long?” he asked.
“At least one night,” replied Michelle. She nodded toward the barmaid. “Our friend here is pretty generous with her pours…not that I’m complaining. I plan to enjoy this but I don’t like the idea of getting back on the highway afterwards.” She half turned to gaze out at the beach. “Who knows…I might stay and enjoy ocean for a day or two. Seems like an…interesting town.” She let her eyes linger meaningfully on his for a long moment. She hadn’t yet decided whether she was just going to flirt with this guy or whether she’d take it further. [i]Maybe I’ll take a…Chance[/i].
Chance grinned. “Oh, it sure is.” There was something in the tone of his voice that told her there was more to his answer than just a response to her mild flirtation. She had no doubt he’d respond favorably. He was a guy, after all. The way he answered gave her a strange feeling though. She recalled the girl in the daring thong bikini and the coupling couple out by the point. What was it about this place? Was there something in the water?
“So…do your hotel recommending skills extend to restaurants too?” She slipped onto the stool next to him, crossing her long, toned and tanned legs. His eyes momentarily flicked downward.
He took a sip of his own drink – Anchor Steam, from the bottle. “The food here is pretty good,” he offered, “but the best place in town is Waves, on the beach over in Blue Water Harbor. It’s five minutes down the hill from your hotel.”
She gazed at him over the rim of her glass. “Sounds intriguing. Maybe we could – “
The rest of her sentence was cut off by an angry voice immediately behind her. “What the hell do you think [i]you’re[/i] doing?” A hand descended on her shoulder and whirled her around, nearly spilling her off the stool.
She found herself staring into a pair of angry brown eyes set in an olive-skinned face and framed by a cloud of black hair. The owner of the face stood confronting Michelle with her hands on her hips, in a black and white print sundress that showed off a slender but curvaceous and rather buxom figure.
“Donna…” Chance said in a mildly warning tone.
The woman ignored him. “You – “ she jabbed a finger at Michelle, not quite poking her in the chest, “ – need to keep your mitts off of other people’s men!”
Michelle’s eyes flashed as she stared back at the brunette. She glanced fleetingly at Chance’s hand gripping the beer bottle. She hadn’t been mistaken – no wedding ring. “Well honey,” she replied in a menacing drawl accompanied by a sweet smile that went nowhere near her eyes, “since you haven’t put a ring on his finger…or through his nose…I figure you got no claim on him unless he gives you one.” She glanced again at Chance. “And in that case, he wouldn’t be sitting here having a drink with me…would he?” She arched an eyebrow.
The other woman’s eyes narrowed. “He came in here with me, and he’ll be leaving with me.” Her voice dropped menacingly. “And if we have to step over you…or what’s left of you…when we do, then that’s fine with me.”
Michelle set her drink aside without taking her eyes off Donna, and slid off her stool to stand facing the other woman. They were less than a foot apart, eyes flashing, shoulders squared. “You want to be [i]really[/i] sure of yourself before you go making threats at me…sweetie.”
“Oh…[i]sweetie[/i],” Donna retorted, “don’t think I can’t…or that I won’t.”
“Ladies – “ interrupted Chance.
Donna cut him off. “Shut up, Chance. This isn’t about you.”
Michelle raised an eyebrow. “I thought it was all about him.”
“Oh no…now it’s all about you and me, bitch.”
“Bitch?” Michelle stepped forward until her jutting breasts brushed Donna’s. She could feel the other woman’s nipples through their clothing. Both of them were bra-less. Both were fit and toned, similar in height and build with maybe an inch and a pound or two between them. There the similarity ended though – Donna was olive-skinned and dark where Michelle was tanned and blonde. They were polar opposites, like oil and water – and just like oil and water, when they came together and things got heated, they were liable to explode.
Their eyes bored into one another. Michelle knew where this was about to go. She recognized the look. Neither woman would back down. Both were too proud, too confident, too much the alpha woman in the room. One of them was about to find out she was wrong though.
Donna didn’t reply, but simply brought both arms up to slam Michelle’s shoulders with her open palms. The speed of her assault caught Michelle by surprise and she sprawled backwards over her stool and fetched up short with her arms flung wide against the edge of the bar.
One of Michelle’s shoes came off and, as Donna closed in to grab her by the front of her tank top, she pulled that leg up and slammed her bare heel into the woman’s midriff under her ribs, sending her stumbling back until her progress was halted by a nearby table. Michelle used the respite to shove herself back to her feet and kick her other shoe off. She wasn’t afraid to fight dirty but there were limits – there was no way she was going to stab some bitch with a stiletto heel.
Donna hauled herself up to her feet and kicked her own wedge-heeled sandals away. The flowing skirt of her sundress swirled around her well-muscled thighs as she glared at Michelle, rubbing her upper belly. “Bitch, you’ll pay for that. I’m gonna tear you apart.” She dropped into a half crouch and charged.
Michelle was surprised at the woman’s aggression and also at the way she was clearly comfortable in a fight. It was as though she was more than used to defending herself, though she looked like a professional businesswoman, not the biker chicks that Michelle had most recently tangled with, or even the bitches from that fight magazine whom she had taken down a few years ago.
She too leapt forward, away from the bar to give herself some maneuvering room. An instant before Donna’s shoulder would have slammed into her chest and hurled her back against the bar again, she pirouetted aside, got her hands into the brunette’s hair and grabbed tight. Donna shrieked in enraged frustration as Michelle’s sudden jerk on her tumbling tresses abruptly arrested her charge and spun her around. The blonde leaned her weight against her opponent’s, swinging Donna in a half circle by her hair before flinging her up against the bar where she hit with a jarring crash.
Michelle didn’t give her any recovery time. She hurled herself at Donna before the other woman could even gather her feet under her. The brunette’s dress had a tied bow in the small of her back that cinched it close around her narrow waist, and Michelle got a hand to that and the other to the hair at the back of Donna’s head. The other woman screamed as Michelle yanked her backwards off the bar, twisted her sideways and rammed a knee up into her belly.
“Unnnggghhh!!!” Donna instinctively grabbed at her gut, so Michelle redirected her second knee lift a little, pounding it instead into the other woman’s chest, flattening her left breast and lifting her half upright with the force of the blow. Donna’s cry of pain became a strangled gasp as the impact knocked the wind out of her. She sagged in Michelle’s arms and dropped to her knees.
Michelle went to slam her knee up under the bitch’s chin, to put her down on her back and finish her, but Donna had other ideas. With a snarl she threw herself sideways, wrapping an arm around Michelle’s thighs, throwing the other up over her head to slam into the blonde’s chest between her breasts. Michelle tried to draw a foot back to brace herself but her enemy had her legs held fast and with an angry shriek of her own she went over backwards.
She hit the floor hard on her butt and pain lanced up her spine. Reflexively she clutched at her lower back and would have gone over backwards if not for Donna’s fingers hooked firmly in the neckline of her tank top. The brunette sent her other arm, fist clenched, arcing in toward Michelle’s chin. The blonde threw herself back to avoid the punch but just as she did, Donna yanked savagely on her top to jerk her forward into the blow. There was a harsh ripping sound as Michelle’s top tore down the front and she fell over on her back, the brunette’s knuckles barely missing her face.
Michelle levered herself up onto her elbows, knowing she could not afford to waste a moment – she was at a disadvantage right now. She did spare an instant to glance down at her ruined top – it was torn almost to the waist and her breasts were both bared. She growled under her breath – that top was expensive and she was fond of it. The bitch would pay for that in more ways than one.
Donna was already on her feet, looming over Michelle. “C’mere!” She reached for Michelle’s hair with both hands. The blonde threw an arm up knocking her adversary’s right hand aside, and sent her other hand whipping around in a brutal back-hander that even though the angle was awkward, snapped Donna’s head to the left and sent her staggering.
Michelle spun her legs under her and went to rise but Donna came back at her fast, again grasping for her hair with hooked claws. This time Michelle grabbed at the other woman’s wrists as Donna lunged, falling backwards and pulling the brunette forward with her. She shot a leg out and her foot thudded into Donna’s middle, eliciting a painful groan as it sank deep the brunette’s already battered abs. Michelle wasn’t done yet though. She threw herself down onto her back with all her might, shoving hard with her leg and pulling with both arms. With a squeal of surprise and anguish, Donna hurtled over her head, her long legs describing a wide arc in the air before she crashed down, this time onto the same table, fortunately not set with glasses or silverware, that she had fetched up against earlier.
Michelle allowed herself a brief smile as she rolled to her feet. The bitch hadn’t expected that. She thought she was fighting some bimbo who didn’t know her left fist from her right. Now she’d just discovered her mistake the hard way.
She shot a glance around the room as she rose. Her previous fights had been at private homes or hotel rooms, even a couple in a biker bar but all of them places where nobody had been willing to interfere. She wasn’t sure that would hold true for a small-town grill in northern California. The police might already be on the way. To her relief, and somewhat to her surprise, nobody seemed to have moved. Both the scattering of patrons and the young girl behind the bar were simply watching intently.
Donna was still laying on the table as Michelle stalked toward her, her legs and butt draped across it, her arms and upper body hanging in mid-air, her hair brushing the hardwood floor. Her dress had ridden up around her hips and Michelle caught a glimpse of smooth flesh and a neatly trimmed stripe of hair at her crotch. The woman wasn’t wearing panties.
As Michelle approached, Donna managed to roll herself over onto her stomach, but did not manage to avoid the hands that clutched at the back of her dress between the spaghetti straps. “Looks like you need some help there, [i]honey[/i].” Michelle allowed herself a little showmanship now that she had control of the fight. She jerked the struggling brunette toward her, dragging her off the table and sending another knee up under her enemy’s right shoulder and into her chest.
Donna thwarted that attack however by grabbing hold of Michelle’s leg below the knee and clinging to it, her upper body upside down. A sudden searing pain shot though the blonde’s calf. “SHIT!” The bitch had bitten her! She jerked her leg back out of the other woman’s grip, out of the range of her teeth, twisting her body to the right and hurling Donna past her to the floor. Just as Donna pushed herself up onto all fours, Michelle’s follow-up kick flipped her onto her side again and sent her skidding back toward the bar.
Michelle went after her. This wasn’t going to be over until the other woman was out cold or cried out her surrender. Just as the brunette came up on her hands and knees again, Michelle reached her, reached over her and grabbed her once more by the back of her dress to slam her head-first into the front of the bar. The tie that cinched the brunette’s dress had somehow come loose during the struggle however and as Michelle yanked hard on it now, the dress pulled up over Donna’s head, sending Michelle reeling against the bar between two stools with the discarded dress clutched in her hands.
The naked Donna didn’t bother rising to her feet, at least not until she had seized Michelle’s left ankle. Then she stood quickly, her face contorted in pain and anger, and yanked the blonde away from the bar. The foot rail at the base of the bar dealt a solid blow to the back of Michelle’s head, and she saw stars.
She was stunned only for a moment but it was enough for Donna to haul her several feet, out into the clear space before the first row of tables. There, with Michelle sprawled on her back, her bare breasts heaving as she fought to get air back into her lungs – strength back into her body – her dark-haired adversary spun back toward her. “Now…let’s finish you.” She raised her right leg to stomp her foot down into Michelle’s unprotected belly.
Michelle wasn’t about to let that happen. She might not have been back to her best yet but she had regained enough of her wits to see the attack coming. Twisting to her left, she lashed out with her free leg and her foot stabbed hard into the inside of Donna’s left thigh. The brunette yelped in pain and stumbled off balance, dropping Michelle’s ankle and backing away, favoring her leg.
The pause gave Michelle time to get to her feet. She shook her head to clear it, tossing her tousled hair back from her face. She glared at her enemy. Donna’s buxom chest too heaved from their strenuous combat. Her breasts were pointed, their peaks flushed dark, nipples hard, jutting out accusingly at Michelle. Her midriff bore a dark mark where Michelle’s first kick had landed, and there were other marks on her abs and her left breast. She limped on her left leg as she advanced on Michelle once more, and there was fury in her eyes.
Michelle darted forward, closing the distance between them in two strides. She reached out with her left hand, going high for Donna’s hair but it was a feint. As the other woman threw her arm up to intercept it, Michelle went in low with her right fist pounding the livid blotch on Donna’s left breast.
That blow never landed. With surprising speed Donna whirled to her left, knocked Michelle’s incoming fist aside and as the blonde’s lunge sent her stumbling forward a step, she ducked under Michelle’s arm and came up behind her. Michelle screamed out loud, tears blossoming in her eyes when sudden stabbing pain erupted in her lower back from the impact of her enemy’s fist against her right kidney.
An arm whipped around her neck and jerked her head back. “You come in here flashing your tits at my guy,” snarled Donna in her ear. “Let’s see how much he likes them when I get done with you.” Her other hand shot up under Michelle’s right arm, nails dug into her breast and she twisted hard.
Michelle’s eyes clenched tight shut, her mouth opened wide and her scream of agonized rage split the air. She grabbed instinctively at Donna’s clawing hand but this wasn’t her first rodeo – not by a long shot – and even in the midst of her pain she kept her head. Her upper body whipped forward, driving her butt back against Donna’s crotch, bending the brunette forward against her. Then Michelle drove her head back hard and suddenly. She was rewarded with a solid impact and a scream of anguish as the back of her skull connected with Donna’s face. It wasn’t the satisfying crunch of a breaking nose – she guessed she’d nailed the bitch’s cheek or forehead – but it gave her the break she needed as the brunette’s grip on her throat weakened for an instant.
That instant was all Michelle needed. She leaned left and rammed her elbow backward, hammering it into her enemy’s ribs. Donna groaned. Her grip slackened further. Michelle spun on her heel and drove her right fist up under her enemy’s ribs. Donna’s breath exploded in a spray of spittle from her gaping mouth and she folded forward over Michelle’s fist. Michelle yanked her fist free, arced it up and over to hammer it down into the back of Donna’s neck, driving the brunette to her knees.
Again Michelle thrust her hands into Donna’s hair to hold her head in place for a knee lift that would stretch her enemy out and end this fight. Again though, Donna reacted rapidly. Wrapping both her arms around Michelle’s legs at the knee, she surged back to her feet with a roar of effort. Michelle let out a shriek of frustrated fury, toppled backwards and went down on her back with a jarring thud. The back of her head smacked hard into the floor and she groaned as once again her vision blurred.
Donna was on her in the blink of an eye, scrambling up over the blonde and sending a savage slap to Michelle’s face before she even realized her opponent had straddled her. Michelle’s head snapped the right for a moment before Donna’s return blow knocked it back the other way. Already half dazed, Michelle brought her hands up to ward off the brunette’s blows, trying to focus, but Donna easily evaded her defenses and slapped her twice more across the face, dragging grunts of pain from Michelle’s swelling lips.
Realizing she needed a better defense and knowing that the best defense was a good offense, Michelle shoved her hands out and seized Donna’s swaying breasts, digging her fingers deep into the soft flesh and squeezing hard. Not only did she hope to get this bitch off her, she intended to give her some payback for that breast claw a moment before.
Donna roared in pain, ceased her barrage of blows to Michelle’s head and neck and clutched at the blonde’s hands, trying to tear them away from her bosom. Her nails raked Michelle’s wrists but it took more than that to deter Michelle. She clenched her teeth and clung on grimly, squeezing and twisting, squirming her body beneath Donna’s as she tried to buck the brunette off her.
It took a few frantic bridges, yanking Donna back and forth by her breasts, before Michelle managed to unseat her adversary. With a squeal of frustration Donna toppled sideways, her arms too preoccupied with Michelle’s wrists to save herself. With a grateful groan of her own, Michelle kicked herself free of Donna’s legs, rolled over and scrambled away.
She did not get far. A hand grabbed her ankle from behind. “No you don’t, slut!” She kicked out wildly, hit something solid and Donna’s grip faltered for a moment. Michelle ripped her ankle free and threw herself forward out of Donna’s reach – or tried to. Even as she pushed off against the floor, she felt the brunette’s weight come down on the backs of her legs, and then another hand grasped her, this time on the waistband of her skirt, wrenching her backwards and preventing her escape. She tried to kick free but Donna’s body pressed down on her and stopped her getting any leverage. She cried out in anguish. This bitch could NOT get the upper hand or Michelle was in deep trouble.
Donna wriggled up over her thighs, still pinning her down, still hauling on her skirt. Michelle thrashed and bucked in an increasingly desperate attempt to dislodge her. The brunette drove a knee into Michelle’s butt, slamming her hips down to the floor and Michelle roared in pain and anger. She twisted her body violently throwing an elbow up and out behind her. She felt another solid impact and heard Donna curse. “Shit!”
The pain and fatigue in that one word gave Michelle renewed hope. Adrenalin surged through her and she fought even harder. She managed to get one leg free and mule-kicked Donna in the ribs as the brunette tried in vain to regain her hold. Donna dragged even harder on Michelle’s skirt. The button that held it in place popped open and it slid halfway down her butt but was too tight to slip easily over her hips. She twisted her torso left and sent another elbow out. It connected firmly with Donna’s skull and her adversary fell sideways, finally freeing Michelle’s legs.
Michelle went to roll away but came up short with a loud cry as she realized Donna had somehow gotten a hand into her hair. In her frenzy she had not even noticed but now those curled fingers kept her from breaking away. Nevertheless, she had more maneuvering space than she did just a moment ago and she was able to roll back toward Donna, facing her, and to take the fight to her enemy again. “Now it’s my turn, skank!”
She sent a fist up under Donna’s chin, rocking the other woman’s head back sharply. Donna fell onto her back but dragged Michelle with her by the hair, and her knee pounded into the blonde’s belly eliciting another loud groan of pain. Michelle retaliated with a slashing slap across the brunette’s bountiful bust, then a knee lift of her own into Donna’s side that rewarded her with a breathless, pain-wracked obscenity from her opponent.
Donna pulled Michelle in closer, robbing her of the distance she needed to pound the brunette but at the same time denying herself the same opportunity. Instead they struggled chest to chest, rolling about as each fought furiously to gain a dominant position from which she could launch a concerted attack. Taloned fingers clawed hair, nails raked flesh, spit and curses flew as the two women struggled in a vicious ball of unbridled aggression.
Michelle did her best to roll up atop Donna and use her weight to pin her, but the other woman spoiled her every effort. She tried the opposite, to let the bitch get up over her so she could use her powerful legs to scissor her adversary into submission, but Donna managed to hook her ankles and block that too. At the same time, Michelle was able to parry any attempt the brunette made to gain a decisive advantage of her own. The fight had turned into a savage, grueling stalemate, a battle of attrition as each woman sought to wear the other down. Each was covered in a myriad of minor scratches and bruises which, though inconsequential on their own, were enough to add up to a world of hurt for both of them.
She had confidence in her own strength and stamina but also a growing if grudging respect for the other woman’s fighting abilities. This bitch was the equal of anybody she had fought in Florida. She needed to do something, and soon, to take control and finish the fight. If she didn’t, she was afraid her opponent would.
Leaning back abruptly, she gained enough space between their bodies to bring both hands up hard. Her intention was to slam the heels of her hands up under Donna’s chin but the space was insufficient for that and instead she caught the brunette’s chin with one hand while the other thudded into the underside of her enemy’s left breast. Nevertheless Donna’s body arched backwards and she momentarily halted her vicious assault.
That allowed Michelle to draw her knees up and drive her feet into Donna’s midsection with enough force to send the other woman scooting backwards a few feet across the smooth floor. Michelle used that space to roll rapidly to her left and away, boosting herself up to her feet.
She made it half way. As she came up off her knees, Donna crash-tackled her from behind and pitched her forward onto all fours again. Then the brunette’s full weight slammed into her butt a second time and hurled her over onto her belly with Donna again half over her.
Michelle kicked wildly but this time she did not manage to dislodge Donna as her enemy scrambled further up over her legs. She rammed her elbow back again while bucking her hips, but this time Donna was ready. Dodging the blow she hooked her own arm through Michelle’s and a moment later the blonde found her body twisted awkwardly and painfully upward to the left, her mobility restricted. Any attempt to buck her hips or twist her torso sent pain spearing up her spine. She howled and pounded the floor with her free hand.
Donna snarled, “Now I gotcha!” as she slid her hips forward and leaned her upper body back, arching Michelle’s spine even further and getting an agonized groan from the beleaguered blonde. Her enemy thrust her right knee under Michelle’s shoulder, shoved her free hand into Michelle’s tangled, sweat-damp hair and dragged upward and backward, pouring all the pain she could into Michelle’s back, neck and scalp.
Michelle screamed in torment.
“Now,” hissed Donna as she relaxed the pressure for a moment, “you had enough? Gonna give it up like a good girl?”
Michelle ground her teeth but said nothing.
“Ok then,” continued Donna with a shrug, “it’s your pain…” She leaned back again.
“NO! [i]NO!!![/i]” Michelle’s piercing cry split the air. “Enough! Enough, dammit! I give. I GIVE!!!”
Donna immediately released her grip on Michelle’s hair, letting her head slump forward. The bitch didn’t keep her locked up in that torture rack of a hold, which was something at least. Michelle hung her head and gulped air into her lungs. She was trembling with anger, as much at herself as at the woman who had just bested her. She hated to lose, but she had lost today. She growled softly, under her breath.
Still with a firm grip on Michelle’s left arm, twisting it up behind her in a hammerlock, Donna slipped her other arm under Michelle’s and helped her – or rather dragged her – to her feet. “Up you get!” She jerked the blonde around in a quarter circle and frog-marched her back toward the bar, back toward the front door.
Michelle’s bare breasts bounced vigorously as her victorious enemy hustled her along. Her skirt had ridden up around her waist during the catball, exposing the red thong that matched her top – or would have, she thought bitterly, if the top wasn’t just a ruined scrap of cloth under a table somewhere.
The woman was clearly about to throw her out into the parking lot, almost naked. Michelle wasn’t terribly worried about that. They would have to let her have her purse back – otherwise that would be outright theft – and so long as she had the keys to her rental car, she had access to her luggage and a change of clothes. She would retreat with her tail between her legs, maybe find that hotel – unfortunately without any tour guide assistance from Chance – and lick her wounds with a long soak in a hot bath.
Instead of tossing her out into the street however, Donna stopped by the bar and shoved Michelle at Chance, who drew her onto her his lap with a grin. She was too surprised to resist – and too exhausted to put up much resistance anyway – so she simply sat there with Chance’s arm around her. He was clearly turned on by the fight. She could feel the evidence of his arousal jabbing against her left butt cheek through his jeans. What the hell was going on here?
Donna leaned in over Michelle, her breasts brushing the blonde’s bosom, and kissed Chance fiercely on the lips. Michelle felt him respond beneath her and her eyes widened. When the kiss finally ended, Chance grinned again. “Nice going, Donna…though I thought she almost had you, more than once.”
“She almost did,” conceded Donna. She looked at Michelle. “You’re a feisty one, that’s for sure.” To Michelle’s complete astonishment, she leaned over and kissed Michelle on the lips with almost the same ardor with which she has just kissed Chance.
“No kidding.” Chance slid a hand up to the back of Michelle’s head, turned her face to his and kissed her just as fiercely. “I can’t wait.”
Michelle finally found her voice. “But…what…?” Her eyes betrayed her utter confusion.
Donna laughed. “You see honey, you just went about it all wrong,” she explained with a smile, he face completely transformed from that of the hellion who had confronted Michelle just minutes before. “If you’d waited till I came back from the bathroom, [i]then[/i] came over and hit on him, I’d have been delighted to share.” Her eyes twinkled. “After all, you’re pretty damn spectacular.”
Then her face clouded over just a little. “As it was, though, you forced me to fight you. It’s part of how we do things here in Blue Water. Honor an’ all.” She winked. “But now we’ve settled who’s boss, you’re more than welcome to join us for the night. In fact,” she leaned in and kissed Michelle again, “I insist on it.” Michelle’s eyes widened some more as she heard the hint of the hellion in Donna’s tone.
Chance laughed as he slid Michelle’s arm around his neck. “Guess you won’t need that hotel room after all,” he said as he helped her to her feet and supported her with an arm around her waist. Donna leaned on him from the other side. She hadn’t bothered to retrieve her dress. “Good news is, my place has a Jacuzzi big enough for all of us.”
Michelle’s mind was reeling as she struggled to take it all in. Precisely what in the hell kind of crazy town had she stumbled into? Then she felt Chance’s strong arm around her, tasted Donna’s kiss on her own lips, and decided it might be worth a day or two to find out.
“Liv honey, tell Dominic we’ll pick up our things and settle up the bar tab next time,” said Donna to the barmaid as they started for the door.
The girl smiled and spoke for the first time since the fight had begun. “Ok Mom, no problem.”
Michelle’s head snapped around and she winced at the sudden stabbing pain in her neck. [i]Mom???[/i]
Donna caught sight of the look on her face and laughed again. “Honey, you have [i]so[/i] much to learn about this town. It’ll be fun to teach you.”
Together they stumbled toward the door.
The End
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