Chapter Seventy

To the victors go the spoiled

“A women’s complexity increases with the amount of pubes and bewbs she grows between her legs and on her chest.”

--Odd-Jobs

Crystal and I promptly reported to my brother. I followed Crystal as she strutted out of the bathroom purposefully and made a bee-line directly for Conner. She opened her mouth for him to inspect the white-cum sticking to the roof of her mouth and congealed on her tongue with a smile as soon as she saw him. My brother smiled back and patted her on the top of her head. “You did very good, slut.”

“Oh?” my Aunt didn’t swallow – she hadn’t been told to do so. “Does that mean you don’t want to punish me, Sir?” her playful mock disappointment clearly an invitation to do just that.

“I would, but we need to get a paying customer to do that for us, slut!” Conner answered her with a tone reminiscent of the condescending tone he had used on Angel. It was so laced with the snark of a sarcastic teenager, but one who had all the answers on the test sheet.

“Right you are, sir!” Crystal agreed with him naturally and beamed, as if all was right in her world. “May I please swallow, sir?” she asked politely and patiently.

“No,” Conner’s answer was quick. “I want you to go show that gentleman over there what I caught you doing in the bathroom and we’ll see what he thinks you should do,” Conner pointed to a new trick who had just arrived and smacked my Aunt on her plump ass.

She didn’t close her mouth all the way and she could still speak clearly, “Oooh, good idea Sir!” as she walked a pace behind him towards the newcomer.

“Should I come too Sir?” I called after my brother – as I watched the two of them move on towards the new customer. I couldn’t believe how easy it was for me to look to him for direction now.

“No,” Conner instructed me to split up. “I need you to find a dick to suck though,” his blunt, dismissive comments made it sound like that was no different than a general manager telling a waitress to take someone’s order at a restaurant.

I looked for Savannah. She was over at the D.J. booth strapped into one of the spanking chairs they had set up. Ted was spinning her with a big grin on his face while he pointed at three boys her age one at a time and allowed them to twist her nipple or spank her butt. It reminded me of some kind of obscene human anatomy class with a sadistic teacher and three bright-eyed, eager male students.

I noticed Odd-Jobs was standing with his hands on his hips watching from a distance. “I am not sure if I liked her more before she had pubes and the boobs she has. She was so much simpler a creature back when she didn’t have any of either!”

Catfish was behind the D.J. booth serving beers and playing music. His taste was a little more obscure than the others. He was playing “The Trees” by Rush. It didn’t seem very popular but no one complained.

There is unrest in the forest

There is trouble with the trees

For the maples want more sunlight

And the oaks ignore their pleas

I adjusted my suit and ran a finger between my crack to dry myself off – my finger digging the material up and out of my pert, bubble butt. I hated to have to adjust it, but Daisy was the only ‘trainer’ available and we needed money. I saw her eating a big shank of beef or turkey and chugging a beer. I timidly approached her to offer my ass for punishment. It was always the other way around with her corralling me from behind and surprising the hell out of me to lead me over to some trick to grift. I felt like my legs were getting heavier with each step – like I should not be the one walking to HER, but running FROM her.

“You?” she had a mouthful of meat as she spoke. “I thought your brother was going to boss you around so he could pretend to treat you rough in front of Ted while secretly letting you out of anything your narrow white ass is afraid to do?” she narrowed her eyes as if that was my brother’s intention. She clearly didn’t trust Conner as much as she let on.

“This is all pretend – you know that don’t you Ma’am?” I chuckled while speaking softly. “I am not really the person you say I am – and when the weekend is over I go back to being Ellen Tinkle the nice, ordinary teenager.”

“This weekend though, your ass belongs to the Gaylords – and I am a Gaylord!” she reminded me of a female version of Henry the Eighth as she took a hefty bite from the drum stick and gobbled it down in front of me. I hadn’t eaten any real food in so long I was starving.

I smiled at her politely.

I reminded myself that I was supposed to eat crow and that was all part of the conditioning in order to handle this. The rougher she talked to me – the easier it was to play the game and accept this was the reality. The more we both played our roles the more money we could earn.

“Thank you Ma’am – you do own my ass and my brother has NOT been pulling any punches on me – I assure you.” It dawned on me with the recent exceptions he hadn’t actually sold me off to any strangers like Catfish, Daisy, and Ted had or been very active in my discipline unless he was told to do it. “Do you mind taking me over to someone so that I can be punished?” It was painful to have to ASK her to do what she had been doing to me all day – but I wanted to win this impossible bet or at least go down trying.

“I don’t know why you are so hot to get your tits in a bind,” she chuckled with her mouth full of beef and spat out a piece. “You can have that piece if you get down on your hands and knees and get it with just your nasty mouth.”

She raised an eyebrow at me when I hesitated, adding, “Look pissy, Missy, you aren’t going to get much chance to eat anything normal for the next few days. You need to be on a fully seafood diet. If you see some food – then you better eat it!”

I reluctantly got down on my hands and knees and crawled over to where she had spit the chewed beef. I smiled, and recalled how Ryan would just grin and bear any humiliation with a big smile, and bent down so that my face was just above the sidewalk.

Daisy kicked me in the derriere and told me “You have your fucking G-string on backwards, genius!”

It was true – I had been so star struck by Crystal I hadn’t even noticed.

“Not that it really matters – your crack is a little more covered and that blessed duct tape is covering up your precious pee-hole,” Daisy stood over me like a champion over her fallen opponent. “You won’t have any of that shit on tomorrow.”

“We can still win this bet, Ma’am.” I leaned down to pick up the meat with my tongue and chewed with my mouth closed after I said my piece. I bent down deep – seemingly unconcerned that I was mooning the entire pool from the sidewalk on my knees.

“OMF Motherfucking G,” Tawny Haislip was leaving the pool area and typing on her phone. I could hear her coming up behind me complaining about, “This attention whore is down here on her fucking knees – it’s so gross and so fucking funny she thinks she is getting PAID and these people are just laughing at her stupid ass...” she snapped two photos and said, “Bamp, I put you on my Facebook – now you are going to blow up in the twitterverse!! These bitches who are down voting all my pics are going to have a field day with your slutty ass!” she giggled and added, “hash tag bitch don’t know how dumb she is.”

I turned and sneered because after all – I get to play the rich bitch, “That’s okay – you are a fake bitch who is all talk, Tawny!”

That got her attention and I probably should have already learned my lesson that when you are on your hands and knees chewing on a piece of fatty-meat that someone else spit out you probably should not try to goad someone.

“You want some of this?” Tawny was taller and more athletic than Savannah and. despite her cheerleader good looks, had a very intimidating demeanor.

“I don’t,” I chuckled, “but I bet you didn’t really tell those bitches on Facebook where to meet you and you couldn’t face them all down!”

“Any time,” Tawny held up her phone and pressed, “I am checking in at the Semen Hole Recreation center RIGHT NOW!” she waited for a response for me.

Daisy gave her a grunt and Tawny and her exchanged glances before Tawny sauntered off angrily tapping on her phone and looking for her mother. I heard her lament “All the creepers staring at her,” despite the skimpy bikini she had chosen to wear. It was lean and far sexier than mine – and she filled it out in all the right places.

“I will make you a deal,” Daisy returned to our conversation. Her tone was hushed but suddenly friendly and warm in the falsest of ways. “I will boss you around for the rest of the day and make it a cake walk. You don’t have to do hardly shit – all you have to do is not try hard and put in the motions. Then tomorrow when this is all mine – I’ll let your brother be in charge of you and he can give you plum assignments all weekend. I really just want Savannah and Crystal’s asses, and the money of course. You be a good girl and you won’t have to do anything you really don’t want to do.”

“I WANT,” I had not intended to sound so bratty and demanding but I had just dealt with Tawny and I was inwardly infuriated that she got away with being such an inconsolable, self-centered bitch, “you to do your job and punish me so that I can suck some cocks this afternoon, Ma’am. Do you want to drop any more meat while I am down here – or was this teensy little bit all you were going to throw down?”

Daisy smiled at me as if to say ‘challenge accepted’.

“You haven’t made half of what you need and Ted’s little Redneck Mud Pit idea is going to flop,” Daisy waited for me to stand back up. I stepped completely out of my G-string, as if I weren’t in a public place, and began to turn it around to face the right way as she spoke.

“Oh yeah?” I asked as if I didn’t care but I desperately wanted to know her evil plans “why is that, Ma’am?”

“I am not saying the competition was rigged,” Daisy snickered. She was smarter than I gave her credit for because they kind of had been. “Ted won so much and the competitions went his way so often – that everyone is afraid to bet. He wasn’t able to place enough action and he and Catfish are struggling to figure out how to make it worth their while. The time they spend fucking around with you wrestling and no one betting – is more time you cannot be out here sucking dicks.” Daisy’s face mockingly suggested she was sad for me. “You can’t count on your big wind-fall from yesterday working twice – lightning in a bottle, darling!”

Standing as she was – she reminded me of a slightly more voluptuous, slightly more scary version of the actress from the TV show Mike and Molly (Melissa McCarthy).

“We could probably offer to wrestle tricks if they don’t think the contests are fair – how can they be rigged then?” I thought out loud.

Ted was walking up behind me with Catfish, “That isn’t a bad idea ‘shit for brains’. I knew there was a very good reason I didn’t staple your lips together and make you learn sign language.”

“I thought it was her sweet little dick sucking lips,” Catfish’s joke was intended for Ted but my Uncle just ignored it.

“I don’t suppose there is a good reason you two are even here with your thumbs up your asses when there is money to be made?” Ted implied that Daisy was intentionally stalling, and even though he included me in his statement it was obvious his comment was directed at his sister alone.

“I have to take a lunch break, Kemo-slobby!” Daisy joked and took a slurp from her beer. “You think I keep my shapely features by not eating right?” she made light of her heavier size while adding that she’d make sure I work extra hard tomorrow.

“I’ll make sure you BOTH work extra hard TODAY!” Ted grunted his disapproval and reminded Daisy that she could be pulled off this detail if Odd-Jobs thought she was sabotaging it.

“I am just improving the show,” Daisy spread her shoulders wide like a peacock. “I’ll get the girl some dick – don’t worry,” she set down her almost finished drum stick into the garbage and made sure I noticed as she threw away all that meat. “Don’t worry – I’ll have you dumpster dive for all you can eat tomorrow! This should all be here if I don’t have pussy boy haul it away.”

“Don’t count your chickens before the rooster crows,” Catfish’s warning didn’t quite hit the mark or make a lot of sense. He sounded like a genius when he talked about Harleys, electricity, sound systems, plumbing, or carpentry, but when it came to jokes and banter – he wasn’t a genius.

Ted was about to say something when we saw a pink Lexus rapidly pull into the Buckman and park right in a handicap spot by the old Rec Center office next to the pool. Their stereo was thumping bass.

One bad, one bad, one bad bitch

One bad, one bad, one bad bitch

One bad, one bad, one bad bitch

All I need is one bad, one bad, one bad bitch

The doors opened and five tall, leggy teenage girls stepped out of the car almost as if they had synchronized it in slow motion. They reminded me of gunman walking to a showdown in a Quentin Tarantino movie – all business and focused on looking straight ahead.

Uh, whole club packed, but I need one bad bitch

Seen her hit perfection, I was on that bitch

Trying to bring her home, I wanna own that bitch

Staring at the ass that is on that bitch, yeah!

She looked just like a’ to Rihanna

The sixth teenager stepped out of the driver’s side of the car. She was latina and wore a satin blue jacket even though it was hot. She had on sunglasses and her hair was pulled back in a weave. She exuded a kind of confidence and toughness.

“Yo, redneck dudes,” the girl addressed Ted and Catfish from twenty feet away. “You know where some shady ho named of Tawny Haislip is?”

Tawny’s mother had overheard the question and demanded, “What do you want with my daughter?”

“We don’t have no beef with you mommy, we just want to talk to Tawny Cuntslip. She here?” the Latina girl popped some chewing gum ominously and folded her arms. She had on skin tight jeans over her shapely body and she looked like one of the KardASShian sisters – the pretty one!

Tawny was still on her phone when she finally realized the girls were actually here. She sheepishly approached the fence holding the phone still wearing her revealing bikini. “I told you all it was LOL – why the fuck do you have to come out here?”

“Aye Chica, we came because you posted your bitch-ass location on Facebook and called us out – well, here we are. Now what’cha gonna do? Bitch.”

There was growing interest in what appeared to be an escalating confrontation; and ordinarily I might have been happy with that taking the focus off of us but it was only making our problems worse. The more time spent watching this drama unfold was the less time we had to make money.

Tawny and her online nemesis were now face to face and it was obvious from Tawny’s tone that she was scared. She talked tough, but I had heard enough false bravado from Savannah to recognize that it was coming from a place of fear.

There was no one who was going to step in and stop them if the girls decided to jump her – at least I did not think so. I don’t think Tawny had that many friends who cared what happened to her and I could see a broad smile spread across Savannah’s face.

“This shit is going to make my day,” Savannah joked with me.

“Yeah, but while this is happening – we aren’t making money,” I reminded her.

“So?” Savannah was still watching the showdown between Tawny and the other girl with interest when she said we had to be close. “We didn’t do half this shit yesterday and we cleared over 8,000 – how much do we have so far?”

My brother was with Savannah when this began and he informed her we were about four thousand short of what we needed to win the bet.

“So we have six thousand then?” Savannah rolled her eyes as if he could have just said it that way instead. She had her arms crossed and her facial expression read ‘duh! Keep it simple. That should have been obvious, stupid!’.

I heard a sharp whizzt cut through the air from behind Savannah and her grunt as he popped her on the ass with a thin switch to remind her, “You need to call me Sir!”

“Yes sir,” she rolled her eyes but was looking at the fight about to go down and he didn’t see the look on her face that showed she just ignored his correction. “Your brother got me a three tricks right in a row but god-damned he can be a real stickler,” she rubbed her sore ass. “I didn’t expect him to be so clever or fast – I don’t know why he wasn’t helping run these grifts before.”

“Thank you,” Conner chuckled to himself. He might have been flying high on his confidence but he was still at his heart an introspective, nerdy teenager – my brother.

“Since you are such a brain - why don’t you do something about this then?” Savannah added a complementary “Sir” on to the end of her request for him to get rid of these girls who were disrupting our business.

I thought she was kidding; and I am pretty sure Savannah thought she was kidding. No one else was daring to go near these two. The tension was palpable and they reminded me of me two alley cats who are sizing each other up and you just KNOW they are about to pounce on one another and begin clawing and ripping each other’s fur out.

“Ladies,” Conner walked calmly up to the middle of this confrontation as if he owned the pool, the trailer park and the whole damned town. I was really surprised by his confidence and wondered why he would meddle in this. I was SOO looking forward to Tawny getting her ass kicked by these girls – she definitely deserved knocking down from her high and mighty pedestal.

I wanted to call out that this ‘Jedi Mind Trick’ he thought he could do wasn’t real and to leave this alone. These girls might have brought guns – they looked tough. I wasn’t sure where they were from but they seemed dangerous, even for the Buckman.

“What does this little fart want?” the Latina girl dressed down my brother and checked his attitude immediately

“I don’t know,” Tawny made a face and regarded him as if he were a booger clinging to her finger “I didn’t ask him or these tramps to get involved.”

“Hang on now,” Savannah piped up. “These tramps don’t WANT to get involved in your shit.”

“Hey, hey – I just wanted to throw it out there that,” my brother had seemed wounded at first – and almost folded and walked away, but he tried to reach some sort of understanding with the girls. The girls told him collectively to fuck off and let them handle this themselves. The resulting drama only brought more eyes and ears to the show down from the pool deck. We had everyone’s rapt attention.

“Would five hundred dollars get you to listen?” my brother had some of his earnings from the previous day and was showing flashing fifties.

The leader of the Latinas told him with a grin, “Go ahead little papi – what do you want to say?”

“We have the perfect way to settle your beef – and one of you could walk away with five hundred bucks if you both will agree?”

Ted started to stop him, but Daisy took Ted’s arm and told him to let this play out.

My brother offered them a “one round, no holds barred match” in the Redneck mudpit. The winner gets five hundred dollars and can write unlimited comments on the others Facebook for a week. “After that – you can block them, or do whatever you want.”

He explained how it was fair to go one-on-one. That failed to interest the Latina girl who said, “We are going to pound her ass – why should we play fair?”

My brother appealed to her vanity “We’ll take pictures and post on Facebook how you did it all on your own – no help from anyone and kicked her ass on her home turf. You’ll walk away with five hundred dollars and all you have to do is do what you came here to do anyway – by our rules.”

“Oh shit, papi and what are your RULES?”

“You lay down in the mud pit and we tie one wrist together and one ankle together,” my brother was all smiles as he explained the game to them both.

“And fuck up these Bleulab detour leggings? You have GOT to be motherfucking kidding!”

“That is no problem – she starts in her bikini – you strip down to bra and panties and the first girl completely naked and pinned loses. The other one walks away with five hundred fat ones and her dignity!” I could tell my brother was laughing at the irony of ‘dignity’ being included.

“You aint getting me to show my chichicis to these fucking rednecks, little papi!” the girl laughed at my brother. I knew Conner had, through luck or smarts, beguiled Angel and her family somehow but this was going to be a much tougher sale!

“Good,” Tawny spoke up in the most perfect spoiled, white girl accent that I had been trying to perfect for days “I wasn’t going to do this perverted little game anyway with the likes of YOU.”

I thought it was kind of funny the way Tawny said that. She was implying she would do a perverted little game – just not with THAT girl.

“Why? You are too good to play with me, Colita? You don’t want me quiso agarrar?”

“I don’t speak Mexican,” Tawny turned up her nose and began to look at her phone. She had been a bully to me – running up and getting in my face but I could see that against this many girls she was more than just a little uncomfortable and she wanted this confrontation over.

“Mexican? Mommy chica!!!” Apparently that was enough to set the girl off. “I’ll show you how to fucking speak Mexican – you have ten fucking seconds to get over to this pit or my girls will throw you in there.”

“Mother?” Tawny turned to try to find her mother. Her mom had conveniently started flirting with a handsome looking man at the pool and turn-about was apparently fair play because now it was her turn to ignore her daughter. “Handle it dear! I am busy,” her mother seemed unconcerned or simply didn’t want to get up in this herself.

Tawny started to call for a few of her friends to stand up with her, but after the third or fourth name she started to realize that she was alone in this conflict. She had been a catty little bitch to every girl – and forced them to accept she was the prettiest one of all, one way or another.

“This is fucking priceless,” Savannah whispered to me with a shit-eating grin. “It was worth having to put up with all this shit just to be here when this went down.”

Ted and Catfish wasted no time trying to collect bets as my brother finalized the details. They were initially giving even money on Tawny but confidence was much higher in the visiting girl. Tawny had been head cheerleader and the power puff team’s quarterback. She had also been a star volleyball player, but she just didn’t have the street cred to back up this fight.

“Little Pito,” the Latina girl wagged her finger as a warning to him that if he should cross her she was going to drive her Lexus over his cock until it was flat. “I want that five hundred ready to go when I win.”

“What is your name?” my brother stayed calm and didn’t back down.

“Qué chingados!!! Why? You want to creep on me on Facebook or something you little creeper? The name is Carmela – that is all you need to know!”

My brother smiled and promoted the impending fight between Tawny and Carmela, with the help of Catfish and Ted who had taken to the microphone to promote the betting. There were definitely people who wanted in on the action.

Daisy chuckled and began eating her lunch and quaffing her beer. I heard Daisy expel a large fart as she picked her ass and chuckled.

“I swear to God almighty if you lose this fucking bet, I am going to strip you naked and kick your whore ass up and down this pool deck for an hour before I even let anyone else have a go at it!,” Ted swore to his sister as he finished taking bets. He looked nervous and that was never a good sign. He had been laughing and enjoying being King of the Pool deck sluts for the last two days non-stop and now he could see he may have made one wrong bet too many.

“You know I could probably use another pussy boy down here tomorrow,” Daisy calmly checked under her fingernails for dirt and offered the position to Ted. “The job will pay 1% if you are interested,” she laughed knowing he would never take the bait and accept it anyway.

“You made your bed now lie in it,” April Haislip had finally come to the fence to see to her daughters concerns. “You just kick her ass, take their five hundred dollars and we will go shopping and have mimosas this afternoon at Applebees – I don’t see what the big deal is?”

“But MUH-THURR!!” Tawny was on the other side of the pool fence ankle-deep in the mud wearing only her brand-new white bikini bottoms and top. She unsnapped her tight blonde pony-tail snottily complaining, “This is going to ruin my new swim suit!”

“So all I have to do is rip that fucking thing off of her and pin her fat, Caucasian culo down on the ground, Julo?” Carmela was removing her designer sneakers and pulling off her skin tight designer denim leggings to reveal her sexy long legs for the crowd. “Aye papi, put your eyes back in your head!” she calmed the crowd as she stood in her white lace panties and began to remove her jacket.

“There is one more thing,” my brother had become something of a master of ceremony and referee of this fight. Waving around five hundred dollars can give you a lot of access, but had he not been different I suspect those two girls would have just pushed him down and taken his money. Then again – it helped to have S.S. and Odd-Jobs have your back.

“Oh god,” Tawny demanded to know what the other thing was impatiently. She was clearly nervous and didn’t want to add even more stipulations to what seemed like a fair fight she might not be able to win.

My brother pulled out a big fat black rubber dildo and waved it around over his head. It was one of the many toys we had bought at the sex store to either use or sell down at the pool that had sat in a cardboard box marked “Ted’s Toy Box!”. The latex dildo wagged in the wind as if it were some kind of flag. It was easily four times the size of the “Ted’s finger” butt plugs we all had in and shaped exactly like a cock and balls.

“Chinga tu madre!” Carmela’s eyes went wide and she shook her head. “This aint no sex-show.”

Conner shook his head calmly to dispel their misconceptions. “The girl who can successfully Tea bag,” he put the balls of the dildo over his head to illustrate the move “wins two hundred and fifty more dollars.”

“That’s all?” Carmela chuckled at the ease in which she would win..

“Well, you must also shove it up her ass and make her walk home singing lamentations and wishing she hadn’t made fun of you – but if you don’t want two hundred and fifty more dollars?” Conner grinned.

“Oh fuck this,” Tawny started to step out of the mud and walk away before this escalated any further.

“Yeah and if she manages to get that thing up MY ass – then what?” Carmela asked skeptically.

“Well, you aren’t afraid she can do it are you?” Conner asked a simple question. That questioned turned into a catty back and forth between Tawny and her sworn Facebook enemy that whoever lost would have pictures of her losing posted all over Facebook “for the world to see who is the bitch”.

The excitement was palpable and while Ted and the others managed the fight – there was not much for Savannah, Crystal, and I to do. My Aunt flirted with the guy who April had been talking to earlier while April fussed over her daughter from inside the pool deck. Savannah and I were supposed to be waving in new customers to the pool area but we couldn’t stop watching. We stood there, wet sponge in hand and watched. I was finally glad not to be the center of attention for a change.

It was strange how, when it was no longer my ass that was on display, I could smile at the thought of these two girls desperately engaged in a cat fight to claw each other’s clothes off. I supposed it was just the same for the denizens of the Buckman when they laughed and looked at me the same way – they weren’t necessarily vile and evil people.

I had led such a sheltered and conservative life that I had never seen other people’s misfortune in person before. I had especially never seen it befall people who seemed to so desperately need a peg or two knocked out from under their ego and suffered from extreme hubris. I could see now why it was so satisfying; and when the fight began I was not disappointed.

The fight officially began when Tawny took a cheap shot at Carmela while she was pulling off her tank top over her head. She grabbed it and tried to yank on Carmela’s hair.

Catfish and Ted settled the two of them down, but didn’t close down bets once Tawny made it obvious she was going to put up a fight. They both smiled – I could not tell who to root for here. While I wanted Tawny to lose – she was also “one of ours” - the hometown girl on the hometown turf; and despite her bitchiness – she was one of OUR bitches.

I just wanted to know really who did we have most of our money riding on – this could put us over the top in the 10,000 dollar bet.

Once the girls were settled down and bets were closed, my brother had tied the girls left wrists and ankles together, but had them face each other so that they crisscrossed and gave them 5 feet of rope between them. Then he told them to both lay flat on their back in the mud. I don’t know which of them complained more about it – but Tawny’s mother shouted it was just “like that spa down in Arizona – you know the one with that Masseuse Gary?”

I don’t know who hit the music in the D.J booth, but an AC/DC song ominously began to play in the background with a slow building and ominous sounding Church Bells. My brother counted down from three but both girls began fighting with all their might on the count of two.

No one cried foul. The girls began rolling in the mud and pulling and plucking hair – no idea who was the victor.

My brother shout “Huzzah and lay on,” I don’t think anyone understood him – or cared.

I couldn’t see. Despite the installation of make-shift bleachers in the empty lot by the mud-pit, most people had crowded around the pit to get a birds-eye view. It served as a make-shift fence to keep the girls from leaving the boundaries of the pit while they slapped tits and grabbed wrists.

I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain

I'm coming on like a hurricane

My lightning's flashing across the sky

You're only young but you're gonna die

I heard Carmella yell “no biting!” as she squeaked out in pain. There were cheers and boos from the crowd as they watched this fight go down.

I don’t know who lost her top first, but the two water and mud coated teeny boppers were both topless by the time the first chorus of the song came around.

Hell's Bells

Yeah, Hell's Bells

You got me ringing Hell's Bells

My temperature's high, Hell's Bells

“This fight might be over before it began, folks!” Ted was calling the action from the D.J booth. “Nice tits though!”

Carmela’s breasts were long and teardrop shaped with dark brown nipples – and her ass was round and pert. Tawny was clearly the favorite once her boobs popped out. She had easily a D cup, and the strip of milk white tit flesh and strawberry nipples stood out even more with her tan lines exposed! Tits bounced everywhere as the two girls struggled in the briny mud.

Twice it looked like the fight was decided as Carmela pinned back Tawny’s shoulders in the soft-brown mud – but each time Tawny kicked Carmela in the belly with her free leg.

The rope binds served to make it a much more interesting match. The girls could not distance themselves from each other and they managed to choke each other with the ropes a time or two. The watery slush was so thick and soupy that it also made the two of them slippery enough to wriggle out of each other’s grasp.

Their bottoms took a lot more work to pop off than the bras. Ted even joked that he had more trouble at Homecoming popping off his date’s panties with a bottle of Vodka and a Camaro then these two did with each other.

I expected Tawny was shaved completely hairless given her small bikini, but there was a dark black strip of pubic hair like a mohawk.

“Haw-Haw! I knew that bitch’s blonde comes from a bottle!” Savannah slapped her knee and shouted triumphantly. I knew who she was rooting for.

I couldn’t help but feel like Devil’s advocate – wondering who Carmela was and where she was from? Was she a bad person? She certainly seemed that way. How could she afford a Lexus? Did she have rich parents? Did she deserve getting choked out and humiliated in front of these people?

I doubt she wondered the same about me.

“Cachondo puta!” she spat in Tawny’s face and accused her of trying to feel her up. Carmela’s brown hair bush was thick and fuzzy, and now it was coated in mud as they rolled around trying to pin each other.

The girls squirmed and were not trying to hide any part of their anatomy. They were locked in a desperate struggle for supremacy and there would only be one winner between them - They would not settle for anything less!

I saw Tawny get on her hands and knees and try to stand up. Her beautiful ass, that I had kissed only yesterday, was facing the crowd for everyone to see. It looked like slow motion as she grabbed Carmela and pulled her up by her shoulders and hair.

She punted her right in the groin – the two now naked girls had created quite a stir as the Buckman cheered their hometown heroine to victory. Tawny was a star soccer player and her muscular thighs flexed as she sent a second more powerful kick.

“Thunder kick to the dick!” Catfish shouted over the others victoriously. I had to assume from his happy cheers he had bet the majority of our money on Tawny – and we were finally going to have some good news and profit! My brother had come through!

It might not be enough to put us over the top, but it was a lot closer. I smiled and cheered Tawny’s victory. She’d get to be top dog for a while, but as Carmela landed flat on her back with the second kick to the crotch – her fight left her and the rock song came to its finale.

I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives

Nobody's puttin' up a fight

I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell

I'm gonna get you, Satan get you

HELLS BELLS!