This is a sexual story copyrighted by me, Shon Richards, so 
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	This is the first part of the FINAL story involving the rivalry of 
Amy and Bethany.  There will never be another Thigh Vs. Thigh and after 
this story is over, you will understand why there can't be any sequels.  
No prequels either, so please don't ask for Thigh Vs. Thigh, Episode 
One.

	I've enjoyed writing this series and want to thank the fans that 
wrote me while working on this weekly series.  I'm proud to have 
provided an alternate to the normal kind of sex story every week.  There 
just isn't enough action/adventure/sci-fi entertainment in sex these 
days.

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"The Good, the Ass and the Busty"
Part 2- "Dirty Amy"
By Shon Richards

	Amy Valentine soaked in the mud.  Jimmy, the attendant, thought 
sulking would be a better description but he kept quiet.  The last 
attendant was nursing a sprained wrist for 'accidentally' touching the 
brunette's ass.  He didn't know what Amy did for a living but she 
certainly knew how to hurt people.  Considering that most people who 
came to the Lunar Magic Spa were wealthy women who never held a job or 
painted their own fingernails, Amy was a breath of lethal fresh air.

Jimmy sighed as he remembered the brief glimpse he had of that 
ass before it submerged into the mud.  It was round, firm and 
completely unattainable.  Women like Amy never slept with poor people 
like Jimmy.  They also fucked cool guys like executives or 
stockbrokers.  In fact, since she had soaked into the mud, Amy hadn't 
said a single word to him.

"Ma'am, if you don't need anything, I've got some stuff I need to 
do," Jimmy said to the icy brunette.

"Fine," Amy said, he first word to him.  She waved him off.

Jimmy left in a hurry and headed for the security room.  The 
patrons would be horrified to discover it, but the Lunar Magic Spa had 
hidden video cameras in all of the rooms.  They installed them right 
after Mrs. Frusin had a heart attack while her attendant was on a 
bathroom break.  The poor guy had to take a leak and this old lady 
decided to die.  The courts called it negligence and the spa paid a 
shit load of money to settle it.  Now the cameras ensured no one fell 
to the ground twitching without someone noticing.    

"Greg, I've got twenty bucks," he told the guard.  

"Thirty minutes," Greg sighed.  The guard left and Jimmy locked 
the door behind him.

Jimmy smiled as he flipped the camera views.  He might not ever 
get to screw a rich lady like Amy but at least he could still get off 
on her.  The camera switched to an overhead view of the sexy brunette.  
Only her bare shoulders and face were visible above the mud but that 
was enough for Jimmy.  He unzipped his pants.

He was looking for something to jerk off into when he noticed Amy 
sitting up.  The mud slid from her chest and a thrill ran through 
Jimmy.  Granted, it was a tiny chest with no boobs to speak of, but 
hey; it was rich woman boobs.

That's when he noticed that there was someone else in the mudroom 
with Amy.  It was some blonde who was dressed as nicely as Amy.  Great, 
another customer had disturbed Amy and now Jimmy was going to be blame.  
Jimmy was about to get up and run for it when he noticed the blonde 
taking off her shirt.

He sat back down.

~~~

	The attendant left and Amy felt a momentary glimmer of guilt.  
She was being rude and she could have used the distraction of a young 
man.  Instead of having kinky mud sex, she was just sitting there 
thinking about being unemployed.

	Amy winced as she reminded herself of her current status.  It was 
still too fresh to absorb completely.  Less than an hour after 
discovering that her arch-rival Bethany Taylor had become one of the 
unemployed, Amy had returned triumphantly to her own company, Paragon 
Industries.  There she expected to be cheered and congratulated for the 
downfall of their greatest enemy.  Instead, she was told to go directly 
to her supervisor's office, Kenneth Flay.

	Mr. Flay wasn't in his office, but half a dozen people from 
accounting were and they were shredding papers in a frenzy.

	"Where's Mr. Flay?" Amy demanded.

	"Hiding in Switzerland if he was smart," the lead accountant 
snickered.  "His last orders were to shred these documents before the 
federal auditors get here."

	He stuffed a stack of papers into Amy's hands.  She looked 
through them quickly and saw that they were financial reports.  There 
was a lot of red ink.

	"What federal auditors?" Amy asked.

	"Jesus Christ on a stick, lady!" the accountant swore.  "Where 
have you been?  Someone revealed to the press today that we haven't 
made a profit since the Cola Wars of the 80's.  Paragon Industries has 
been bankrupt for ten years and no one noticed through our aggressive 
accounting practices.  Do you know expensive it was to make every 
single bottle of Crystal Pep taste like shit?  We expected to be able 
to turn a profit next year but the damn media found out about it.  

	"What does this mean?" Amy said numbly.  She knew exactly what it 
meant.  It meant falling stock prices, scandals at the executive level 
and a rapid need to stop paying espionage agents the large paychecks.

	"It means we're fucking out of a job but I'll give you two 
hundred bucks if you'll help me shred the accounting books for 1987," 
the accountant said desperately.

	Amy turned around and walked out.  Let Paragon fuck itself, she 
needed a day at the spa.  She didn't even go home; the former agent 
headed straight to the Lunar Magic Spa and threw enough money around to 
bump someone off the list of appointments.  

	As the brunette soaked in the warm mud, she felt a disturbance in 
the air.  Opening her eyes, she saw the last thing she ever wanted to 
see: Bethany Taylor.  The blonde was still dressed in her security 
guard disguise from their last mission.

	"Go the fuck away," Amy snarled.

	Bethany tossed something onto the tray beside Amy.  It was a pair 
of sunglasses.  Amy looked up at Bethany and raised an eyebrow.

	"Put them on first, and then I'll leave," Bethany said.

	"I don't get paid to put up with your shit anymore."
Amy snapped.

	"Just put on the damn glasses," Bethany sighed.  

	"What is this? Some sort of last ditch power trip?" Amy demanded.  
"You want me to put on these glasses to prove something?"

	"Maybe," Bethany said.  "Maybe I just want to see if I can make 
you put them on."

	Amy laughed.  "Try it bimbo.  I think you're here just for one 
last fight.  You have to be wondering if maybe the reason you never 
killed me was because I was better than you.  I think you're here to 
settle some doubt and have a final duel.  Even unemployed, you just got 
to know who was better."

	"Just put on the stupid glasses, psycho," Bethany said.

	"I'm not putting these on without a fight," Amy said.  "And I'm 
sure as Hell not fighting you now.  I'm butt-naked and there's no 
telling what weapons you got hidden there."

	Bethany sighed and started to unbutton her shirt.  "You're right 
Amy.  Sometimes, a woman just has to know."

	After taking off her shirt Bethany unzipped her pants.  Amy 
watched as those enormous breasts jiggled as Bethany wriggled.  The 
brunette began to have some doubt and wondered if the blonde's breasts 
had a weight advantage over Amy alone.

	When Bethany had removed even her underwear, Amy stood up.  The 
mud slipped from her body with a wet suction noise.  She wasn't sure if 
Bethany was going to let her step out of the mud pit first but she soon 
had her answer.  Bethany stepped down into the pit to join her.

	"No lethal blows," Amy said.  "I'm not getting myself killed for 
free."

	"Agreed," Bethany said.  "We fight till you wimp out."

~~~

	Jimmy had no idea what the two women were saying but he was 
pumping his cock anyway.  The blonde was stacked!  The brunette's ass 
was right there in front of his camera!  He hit the record button on 
the view screen.  He was going to make his twenty bucks back from Greg 
and then some!

~~~

	Bethany lunged across the mud.  Well, lunged as well as you can 
in thigh deep mud.  Her breasts swung from side to side as she stomped 
across the pit.  Amy spun on one leg and lashed out with her other leg.  
Bethany stopped just short of being kicked but was splattered by the 
wave of mud Amy had kicked.  The blonde sputtered as her front was 
covered in a mud film.

	Amy laughed but she was cut short as Bethany charged ahead.  The 
brunette gasped as Bethany's shoulders rammed Amy's midsection and then 
she squealed as Bethany's arms circled her waist.  With a mighty heave, 
Bethany lifted Amy out of the mud and over her shoulders.  Amy crashed 
into the mud with a huge splash.

	"Bitch!" Amy snarled as she sat up.  Her hair was plastered to 
her face with dark mud.  The mud pulled at her slim body as she reached 
for Bethany but her anger was stronger than any clinging mud.  Amy 
tackled Bethany at the knees and was rewarded by the sight of Bethany 
crashing to the mud.

	Bethany pulled herself to a kneeling position and faced Amy with 
her fists clenched.  She could feel the mud drip from her chin and 
nipples and she knew her lovely blonde hair was the same dirty brown as 
Amy's was.  The former blonde swung with all her might at Amy's face 
and remembered at the last minute to unclench her fist and only slap 
the smug agent.

	SMACK!

	"You slapped me!" Amy said stunned.  A giant handprint was on her 
muddy cheek.

	SMACK!

	"You slapped me!" Bethany howled.  Her cheek burned from where 
Amy had been quick to retaliate.  Bethany wasn't taking this lying 
down.  She slapped Amy again.

	Amy slapped Bethany.

	Bethany slapped Amy.

	Amy slapped Bethany.

	Bethany slapped Amy.

	Amy was feeling a little light-headed from the rapid slaps and 
her aim was a little low.  With all of her might, Amy accidentally 
slapped Bethany's left breast.  The sound of flesh meeting wet flesh 
echoed through out the room and Amy's hand stung from the force of the 
impact.

	"Ouch!" Amy cried, wringing her hand.

	Bethany hissed and her eyes glazed over as the pain of the blow 
stole her breath.  She wasn't stunned for long.  With both hands 
Bethany grabbed Amy's hair and swung the brunette's face into the mud.

	"That hurt!" Bethany snarled.  The busty blonde lifted Amy's head 
out of the mud and slammed her face back down into it.  The mud 
provided little surface so it didn't harm the agent but Bethany was 
more than happy with the humiliating splashes that erupted from the 
impact.

	Still holding onto Amy's hair, Bethany slipped her arm around the 
stunned woman's neck.  She dragged Amy by headlock to the side of the 
mudpit.  Bethany tightened her grip while Amy spat out mud.  Once over 
by the sunglasses, Bethany twisted the handful of hair she had.

	"Put on the sunglasses and I'll let you go!" Bethany hissed.

	Amy screamed with anger.  Her scream was cut off as she turned 
her head as much as she could and sank her teeth into the first thing 
she could find.  Lucky for her, it was Bethany's massive breast.  Amy 
kept biting despite the angry howl Bethany screamed and despite the 
frantic twisting of her hair.  Only when Bethany's arm released her 
head did Amy let go.

	"What the Hell is wrong with you?" Bethany demanded as she 
clutched her bitten breast.

	"What's the matter Bethany?" Amy taunted.  "You can't tell me no 
one has ever given you a titty hickey before?"

	Bethany snarled and lunged for Amy once more.  The leggy brunette 
was ready for her this time.  Instead of trying to rise or wrestle the 
top-heavy agent, Amy fell back and caught the charging blonde between 
her thighs.  Bethany gasped as Amy's powerful thighs locked around 
Bethany's waist and cut off her air.  With a simple twist, Amy brought 
Bethany splashing into the mud once again.

	Amy kept her thighs locked around Bethany's waist and squeezed.  
The blonde reached out from under the mud and grabbed the edge of the 
pit.  She hoisted herself up to a sitting position but she had to hold 
on to the edge of the pit to keep her above the dark mud.  Amy watched 
as Bethany's arms trembled to keep her up.

	"Gee Bethany, I thought your bosom would help you float," Amy 
laughed.  

	"And I thought your lack of tits would have drowned you by now," 
Bethany said between gasping breaths.

	Amy snarled and squeezed her thighs.

~~~

	Jimmy pumped his cock harder.  He couldn't believe he was 
watching a real live mud fight!  He thought these things only happened 
in soap operas and music videos.  

	The camera couldn't show him what was happening beneath the mud 
but the top view was more than enough.  Both girls were a dark brown 
from the mud; making them look like clones or sisters.  Their skin 
glistened like fresh-waxed ebony.  The blonde's large breasts heaved 
from exertion and the desire to breath while the brunette's small 
breasts dripped mud slowly as she sat her ground.  

	It was days like these that made being a spa attendant the 
greatest job in the world.

~~~

	Bethany was fading and she knew it would be over soon.  The shock 
of the last twenty-four hours had given her a surge of adrenaline but 
Amy's clenching thighs were draining her dry.  She wasn't afraid of 
dying; it took a lot to choke a person to death, but she was afraid of 
something worse than death: losing.

	Prying Amy's thighs apart with her hands was useless.  Bethany 
could feel the steel in Amy's thighs as the bitch squeezed.  The mud 
was too thick to allow Bethany to punch or slap with any kind of force.  
The blonde felt her head growing fuzzy and she knew she had to use the 
only option left to her, no matter how dirty she would feel in the 
morning.

	Bethany released one of her hands on the pit edge and slipped it 
into the mud.  Her other arm screamed with tension as it was forced to 
hold her weight but Bethany ignored it.  What her other hand was going 
to do was much worse.

	Around Amy's powerful thighs, Bethany's seeking hand cupped Amy's 
ass.  Amy squeezed tighter in response, trying to warn Bethany away.  
Bethany was undaunted.  Through the slick mud her fingers found Amy's 
anus and slowly pushed into the tight hole.

	"What the fuck are you doing?" Amy gasped as she felt her anus 
penetrated.

	"I think you know," Bethany whispered between clenched teeth.  
The mud was surprisingly cooperative.  It lubricated even Amy's tight 
ass and Bethany's finger easily slipped deeper in.

	"Quit it!" Amy said as her sex burned in response.  The fighting, 
the mud and the shock of losing her job had made her surprisingly horny 
but she never wanted to climax with her legs around her rival.

	"Just let me go and put on those glasses!" Bethany demanded.

	"Never!" Amy moaned back.  Her ass was impaled on Bethany's 
finger and her sex was pulsing with desire.

	That is when Bethany moved her finger.  It was only a simple in 
and out motion but it was enough.  Amy's ass was already clenched to 
keep her thighs locked around Bethany but it also served to increase 
the tightness of her anal penetration.  The moaning brunette was 
helpless and loving every second of it.

	Bethany's other arm shook as it struggled to hold Bethany.  The 
blonde could feel herself sinking into the mud and she felt its 
quicksand grip slide further up her floating breasts.  She pumped Amy's 
ass faster in desperation.  The mud greased the way; allowing Bethany 
to finger Amy's anus with amazing speed.

	"Oh!" Amy moaned as her thighs quivered around Bethany's waist.  
She couldn't help herself.  Against the demands of her dignity, Amy 
began to push back against the probing finger.

~~~

	"Oh!" Jimmy cried out as he watched Amy's body hump in the mud.  
Damn, he wished he could see what was going on under that mud!  Amy was 
humping something and Jimmy could only hope it had something to do with 
the blonde.  When he saw Amy's mouth open in an unmistakable moan, his 
own moan soon followed.

~~~

	"Bethany!" Amy warned as her climax came closer.  She was openly 
humping Bethany's finger now, not caring where the pleasure came from.

	Bethany was just as disturbed but also as stubborn.  "Let me go," 
she demanded.

	Amy ignored her and continued to ride Bethany's finger.  The 
solid digit opened her tight ass, sending jolts of bliss through her 
tense body with each thrust.  She could feel the mud embracing her body 
as she was finger fucked.  It was warm, gentle and seductive.  It was 
no wonder that Amy climaxed with the force that she did.

	"Shit!" Amy said as her body shuddered with her climax.  

	Bethany gasped as Amy's thighs squeezed impossibly tight for a 
split second before releasing.  As soon as the thighs relaxed, Bethany 
pulled her finger free and scrambled out of the mud pit.  She expected 
an attack from Amy but the mud-covered brunette had her eyes closed and 
wide smile spreading on her face.

	Amy relaxed in the mud as her orgasm settled on her body.  She 
didn't even notice Bethany slipping the sunglasses onto her face.  The 
well-fucked ex-agent didn't care at that point.  

	The inside of the glasses came to life and projected an image 
into Amy's eyes.  Her orgasm faded as she recognized the ancient thin 
Asian man appearing before her.  It was the wicked Mr. Duchandu, head 
of the Duchandu Corporation.

	"Greetings," Mr. Duchandu told her through the earpieces.  "Your 
company was destroyed before the package arrived at your door.  How do 
I know this?  Because I destroyed your pitiful place of employment!  So 
fall all my enemies!"

	"Your other enemy, and I think you know who I am talking about, 
has also lost her business as well.  You two are unemployed and 
worthless but I, the wonderful Mr. Duchandu, has decided to grant you 
two a wonderful opportunity.  Come to my Corporate Headquarters 
tomorrow at noon.  Bring your enemy with you or the opportunity will be 
taken away."

	"I have spoken!"

	Amy took the glasses off.  "I never went home today.  I bet I 
have a package there too."

	"So what do you want to do?" Bethany asked as she vigorously 
cleaned her finger.  She wondered if she would ever eat with that hand 
again.

	"He destroyed the places worked at and now offers us a job," Amy 
said.  "I say we fuck him up."

	"Fair enough," Bethany said.  "After kicking your ass, I might as 
well continue my streak."

	"Kicked my ass?" Amy laughed.  "I don't know what to call what 
you did to my ass, but it sure as Hell wasn't kicking.  I'm the one who 
got off in that fight, I think I won it."

	"Did not!" Bethany said.  "I got you to put on the glasses."

	"I know how we'll settle this," Amy offered.  "How about we ask 
Mr. Duchandu to give us a ruling."

	"Preferably while he's screaming," Bethany smiled.

To be continued