BAR MAIDS
by AVIDMIKE
It had been a long night for Desiree Finch, and the sight of
Andrea leaning back at a single table in the smoky,
dimly-lit bar, her bared, muscular legs almost straddling
the pole of the little table support in front of her, was
the final insult in a lousy evening. She had waited all
night for the other cocktail waitress to finish her shift so
she would be out of Desiree’s face, and now the short-haired
bitch looked like she was going to hang around for some
drinks.
It was bad enough that Desiree had to close tonight. All the
waitresses at the Knockers Bar had been given new uniforms
today: clingy, silver blouses that tied at the stomach and
short, black leather skirts that barely reached the top of
each girl’s thighs. It wasn’t that Desiree was ashamed of
her body: she stripped at a local club on Saturday nights.
But at least there the constant gropes led to tips. Her
nickname at the strip club was Witch, because of her thick,
kinky black hair and sensuous, almost gypsy-like features.
The management’s demand that the girls go braless---the
better to give clients a full view of their nipples through
the unforgiving silver silk---hadn’t bothered Desiree as
much as some of the other girls. She had an amazingly firm
pair of round boobs and at 23; she wasn’t feeling the
effects of gravity yet. But getting her ass pinched every
time she bent over to serve a drink had left her irritable,
and the thought of having to clean up the filthy,
claustrophobic bar was already weighing on her mind an hour
before closing.
Then there was Andrea. She was the one other waitress who
went braless well before the new wardrobe had been selected.
She had a luscious dancer’s body and made much of the fact
that she could have easily taken her place on the stripper’s
stage alongside Desiree...but she wouldn’t lower herself to
that level.
Desiree snorted angrily at the thought. Andrea might not
have been a stripper, but Desiree had long ago told her what
she thought she was, and right to her face:
“You don’t have to strip to be a gutter slut, Andi, and
that’s just what you are.”
Their catty talks before work had become almost a ritual.
Andrea was completely un-self conscious about her body, and
had stripped down to almost nonexistent panties the first
day they’d been in the tiny restroom/dressing room preparing
for work. Like Desiree’s, her tits were firm, high and hard,
barely jiggling as she dressed.
“Well, you know how to shake your ass, doll-baby; maybe you
just don’t know how to fuck.” Andrea had put that to Desiree
more than once in her cool, husky voice. Each of the girls
had jostled the other out of her way with a hip or shoulder
as they left the tiny arena of the dressing room, but
amazingly the girls had never turned their mutual hatred
into violence. But they delighted in insulting each other’s
bodies, and Andrea had been particularly smug as they’d
wriggled into their silk blouses and skirts that day.
“I must be getting you hot, Finch---those nipples of yours
are practically cutting through that silk.”
“At least you can SEE my tits, bitch.”
“Of course I can; they’re jiggling all over the room. Better
go home and get your training cups, honey.”
“Cup this, bitch,” Desiree growled, cupping her own left
breast through her blouse and lifting it up at the other
girl in a universal, bitchy gesture.
Andrea imitated her move nastily, tossing her silky, short
brunette mane and twisting her cruel, wide mouth into a
snarl. “You can suck on mine, baby.”
Desiree stood in silence for a moment, her piercing blue
eyes lasering into the dark, hypnotic pools of Andrea’s
brown ones. There had been a casualness to their old sniping
that had somehow been replaced by something else. For the
first time Desiree didn’t snap back at the brunette on
autopilot, but instead measured her words carefully and
delivered them with slow, deadly accuracy.
“I could suck your sad little tits dry, you whore. But I’d
probably chew your stiff little nips right off.”
Andrea’s smooth, muscular thighs were spread wide---she
always managed to cock a leg forward, showing off her sexy
hips. Now she let her hand drift from her breast down to the
meaty flare of her pelvis. For her, too, it was obvious that
something had changed. When she spoke, her voice was dry,
husky: “You listen to me...pussy licker....”
“What did you call me?” Desiree demanded, stepping forward
until she was almost nose to nose with the brunette.
“...and listen good! Don’t you challenge me to a tit-biting
contest, baby, ‘cause I’ll leave marks on those big boobs of
yours you’ll never forget!”
“Oh really? I thought we were talking about a suck-off,
slut,” Desiree said coolly.
“I can suck you red and raw, too, honey; a lot faster than
you could do me,” Andrea purred.
Desiree could not believe it, but her heart was pounding.
She was no prude, but she had never talked this dirty to
another woman, and Andrea’s reputation as a slut, the kind
of girl who was capable of anything, made the stripper
wonder if she was doing something crazy. But she couldn’t
stop herself now.
“I don’t doubt it, cunt,” she said, “because you are all
mouth!”
“I’m warning you, girl---” Andrea started, “you better shut
those collagen lips of yours before I shut them for you.”
“Kiss my ass, baby!” Desiree hissed.
“Bend over and I’ll sink my teeth into that fat can of
yours---”
“You bend over, bitch, and I’ll pull out some of that big
bush of yours. I know you don’t wear underwear in here,
slut!”
At that point someone knocked on the dressing room door,
announcing that they were to be at their stations in five
minutes.
The girls stood in heated silence for a few moments,
breathing deeply. Then Andrea made a final adjustment to her
outfit and started shove past Desiree.
“Get out of my way, bitch,” she hissed roughly.
“Get out of mine, cunt,” the stripper replied, holding her
ground.
There was no room to maneuver in the dressing room, and
Desiree refused to move aside. Staring at her keenly, Andrea
slowly moved forward and pressed her braless, silk-covered
boobs into Desiree’s chest. Desiree couldn’t help it: she
gasped at the touch of the other girl’s firm, silk-encased
breasts as they slid erotically across her own. Desiree’s
nipples had hardened the minute she’d put on the silk
blouse, and she felt the brunette’s stiff points prodding
and raking into her soft tit flesh like hot pokers.
The second Desiree’s gasp split the silence of the room
Andrea seemed to see an advantage: suddenly Desiree felt her
back strike the wall as Andrea went for her full on, chest
to chest: the other girl took quick, sharp breaths as she
jammed her silky tits into Desiree’s in a series of
tussling, fast grinds.
“Still want to suck these, baby? Andréa demanded, her bare
legs bracing against Desiree’s. Desiree grunted, struggling
to extricate herself from the sudden pin. She felt the click
of the other girl’s high-heeled slip-on shoes against hers
and quickly slipped one foot free, digging her toes between
the lining of one of Andrea’s shoes and the skin of her
foot. It took a few seconds of effort to pry her way into
the shoe, and she felt a satisfying shiver run through the
other girl’s body as she ran her toes into the small of
Andrea’s foot. Suddenly the other girl’s shoe slipped loose
and Andrea stumbled back away from Desiree, giving the
curly-headed vixen recovery time. In a second she was on
Andrea, leading chest first just the way her rival had,
eagerly slamming her jiggling boobs into the brunette’s firm
pair. She had slipped her shoes off and expertly knocked
Andrea’s remaining heel out from underneath her, bringing
both girls down to size. She pressed her enemy’s back into
the wall and forced her strong thighs apart, molding the
insides of her feet against Andrea’s and forcing gasps of
pleasure from the other girl as she breast-beat her and slid
her bare feet deliciously against the soles of her rival’s
feet.
“Now you can suck on mine, whore,” Desiree hissed, digging
her fingers into Andrea’s sleek, short dark hair. The girls
were caught in a tense, trembling grind now, neither able to
move her opponent much in the cramped space of the restroom.
Andrea’s hands moved up past Desiree’s shoulders until her
long fingers burrowed into the stripper’s nest of thick dark
curls; both girls took firm grips of each other’s hair,
tugging each other in closer, chin to chin. Desiree looked
down at Andrea’s thick, wide mouth, glistening wetly with
red lip gloss just like her own. Whispering, the dark-eyed
girl slipped her soft lips around the word “Bitch.”
“If you don’t like my tough talk you can shut my mouth like
you promised you would, pussy,” Desiree whispered.
“I’ll shut it good, tramp,” Andrea replied, pulling Desiree
closer with one hand until they were almost cheek to cheek.
She felt Andrea’s breath on her mouth, girl-sweet, but with
the crackle of cigarette smoke biting at her. Then the other
girl’s thick, warm tongue suddenly entered her, licking past
her parted lips, sliding wetly across her teeth before
prying its way deep into her mouth.
Desiree stifled a groan. She placed a gentle, insistent bite
on Andrea’s pink probe, holding it for a moment and
delighting as her rival stiffened against her. She wrapped
her own tongue around Andrea’s until the brunette squirmed
her way out of the bite, and both girls’ tongues spilled out
of their open, twisted mouths, licking at each other and at
the red-slick lips of their opponent’s.
Neither girl spoke now; they only shivered in each other’s
icy, dominating grips, eyes squeezed shut as they silently
egged each other on to new depths of dirty competition.
Desiree felt one of Andrea’s hands slip out of her hair and
push between their pressed bodies, finally cupping over
Desiree’s crotch, squeezing her throbbing labia through the
thick material of her skirt. Obligingly, she reached for
Andrea’s pussy, filling her hand with the other girl’s hot,
skirted bush. Somehow they slowly pulled out of the kiss,
opening their eyes to glare sullenly, challengingly at each
other. They both knew they could spend no more time here.
“See, baby?” Andrea whispered, cuddling her tits in against
Desiree’s one more time. “You’re just as big a slut as me.”
“Don’t ever touch me again, cunt,” Desiree hissed back.
“What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll make you come?”
“You wouldn’t last thirty seconds if it came down to that,
slut.”
“Any time you want a pussy fight, Witch, just let me know,”
Andrea purred.
Desiree glared at her enemy hatefully. Despite her
complicity in the confrontation she felt somehow manipulated
and violated, and Andrea’s knowing use of her stripper
nickname only inflamed the fury building within her.
Abruptly she slapped the other girl sharply across the face,
and Andrea immediately returned the blow. After a final,
blistering stare down, Desiree turned and left the dressing
room.
Desiree slipped back behind the bar, checking herself out in
the mirror after she’d encountered Andrea waiting for her at
one of the tables. The other girl was nursing a tall,
strong-looking drink another waitress had served her:
loosening herself up, Desiree thought. She eyed herself in
the dim backroom mirror, and unconsciously undid a couple of
buttons on her silvery, clingy blouse, revealing more
cleavage than she had for most of the evening. She glanced
out at where Andrea was seated, noting that the other girl
had also loosened the top few buttons of her own blouse,
letting her firm, bare boobs nestle each other in full view
of most of the patrons. Men were hitting on her left and
right but Andrea paid them no mind. She had obviously
reapplied her lipstick, the bloody red color contrasting
viciously with her naturally creamy, porcelain complexion
and dark eyes, hair and eyebrows.
Desiree’s complexion was equally pale and smooth, her
features a shade fuller and more sensuous than the
cruel-mouthed brunette. Her slanting, sharp eyebrows and
striking blue eyes were the “Witch” features that made her
sizzle on the strip club stage: she looked intimidating and
exotic, and her curvy, athletic body didn’t hurt either. By
now only a third of the bar’s patrons remained, and the last
call had been issued. Desiree knew she looked just as good
as Andrea. Better, she told herself. Obviously the other
girl wanted to fight. Just as obviously she knew Desiree
would be closing, and she certainly didn’t plan on putting
on a show for the bar’s patrons.
Coming to a decision, she put down her serving tray and
walked out towards Andrea’s table. The other girl watched
her approach, shifting her smooth thighs slightly---opening
them, Desiree thought.
Desiree reached the table and leaned down; placing her hands
on the circular surface, and stared into Andrea’s dark eyes.
Her perfectly round, creamy tits practically spilled out of
the open collar of her blouse as she squeezed them together
with her upper arms, creating a deep valley of snow-white
cleavage for Andrea’s education. Desiree glanced down at her
own cleavage, and then pointedly fastened her eyes on
Andrea’s boobs, resting languidly on their owner’s chest as
Andrea leaned back casually in her chair. As if in reply,
Andrea’s eyes dipped down to study Desiree’s chest briefly.
Then she leaned forward as well, thrusting her big globes
over the top of the table and folding her arms beneath them,
cradling them for her rival’s inspection. The sharp,
cleaving line that went from the top of her two squeezed
boobs to the bottom was every bit as deep and long as the
one between Desiree’s breasts, and both girls knew it. They
locked eyes for a moment, and then Andrea picked up her
drink and drained it in one long draught. Desiree stared at
her for a moment and walked away.
By now the bartender had left and only a few stragglers
remained. Desiree worked silently at cleaning up the bar,
the vision of Andrea gulping down her drink lingering in her
head. She knew the other girl could hold her liquor. For a
moment she thought she had stumbled on the upper hand, that
her rival’s drinking was a sign of fear. Was Andrea trying
to work up the guts to confront her again?
The thought quickly evaporated and Desiree came to a more
chilling conclusion. Andrea simply didn’t want any
inhibitions standing in her way once she got Desiree alone
again. She quickly reached a decision and poured herself her
own stiff drink, pointedly catching Andrea’s eye while she
drained it. She could be fired for drinking on the job, but
Desiree was past caring about all that.
It seemed an eternity before she was able to usher the last
drunken patron out of the bar and lock the doors behind her.
She turned to see Andrea rising from her table, her shapely
hips swaying as she walked toward the pool room at the back
of the bar, turning once to lock eyes with Desiree before
leaning her sexy ass against the rim of the pool table and
waiting.
Desiree drank in the stench of the dark bar as she slowly
walked the full length of the bar toward her rival. Part of
her job was to clean the place of drowned cigarette butts
and half-empty cans of beer, but right now she didn’t want
the place clean. She wanted it as dark and dirty as the
confrontation she was about to have was going to be. Andrea
stared her down as she approached, her dark eyes boring into
her, raking her curvy, sexy body. When Desiree was within
six feet of her she pushed herself away from the pool table
and began to walk toward her, meeting her at the center of a
group of tables.
“You going to make me suck your big tits, Witch?” Andrea
said grimly as the girls faced each other, breasts thrust
out challengingly, hands on hips, sexy thighs spread.
“Maybe. Are you looking for a pussy fight?”
“Maybe I am,” Andrea purred. “But I have to find someone
with a big enough snatch to face down my meat. You know
anybody with that kind of pussy power, honey?”
“Yeah, I know one hot bitch named Desiree.”
“Oh really?” Andrea acted disappointed. “I heard she’s a
pussy, not a pussy fighter.”
“She can fight any pussy you can bring on, big bitch.”
Andrea was breathing deeply now as she circled her quarry.
“Don’t worry, bitch. You’ll get your chance to cunt wrestle
with me. But only after I’ve stripped you nude and beaten
those big boobs of yours black and blue.”
“You want it rough, baby?” Desiree growled. “I’ll give you
all you want.”
With that, Andrea reached forward, grabbed a handful of
Desiree’s thick, curly hair just at the nape of her neck.
With her free hand she delivered two stinging slaps to
Desiree’s face, and then began to smash her fist into the
stripper’s soft boobs and her firm, trim belly. Getting her
own grip on Andrea’s short, silky hair, Desiree retaliated
in kind, and the girls stumbled through the bar’s tables and
chairs, exchanging tough breast and belly punches, grunting
almost sexually at the hard impact of knuckles into silk and
girl flesh. Finally staggering into a clinch, the girls fell
into some chairs and onto the bar’s filthy carpet. Desiree
snarled as she mounted Andrea, tearing and clawing at her
enemy in a cloud of flying cigarette butts while
half-drained, sour beers and sweet drinks sprayed and
spilled across their legs, skirts, blouses and hair. Buried
in the scent of wet cigarettes and stale alcohol was the
sweet smell of girl sweat, perfume and a growing, desperate
arousal as the fight both girls had always wanted was
finally joined.
Shoes were immediately tossed away from the two combatants
and bare legs and feet interlocked, straining muscle against
muscle. Grunting, Andrea began to shred the delicate fabric
of Desiree’s blouse while the stripper tore Andrea’s tiny
skirt off her broad, powerful hips, leaving her naked from
the waist down. With one hand buried in Andrea’s thick,
short hair, Desiree slipped the fingers of her free hand
into the thick, curled fur of the brunette’s bush, pulling
and tearing at it while Andrea ripped her creamy bosom bare.
The half naked girls thrashed and rolled around the filthy
floor for several moments before Andrea threw Desiree off of
her.
The stripper struggled to her feet and Andi met her,
smacking her face and then shoving her backwards until her
back struck the rim of the pool table. Andi stood and
advanced on Desiree, their earlier positions now reversed.
With a moment to breathe, the savagery of their initial
encounter sated, the two girls stared at each other
raggedly.
Taking a deep breath, Andi placed her hands on her hips,
flanking her naked, dark-furred crotch. “I thought you were
looking for a pussy fight, bitch.”
Desiree nodded slowly, lifting herself away from the pool
table a little. Narrowing her brilliant blue eyes, she
arched her back slightly, thrusting out her slightly
jiggling, naked breasts. “I thought you were going to suck
my tits off, cunt.”
Andrea licked her lips, and in one smooth motion tore the
blouse off her chest and let it slip to her feet. In reply,
Desiree unclipped her skirt and let it fall, baring her own
thick, black pubic hair and smooth belly. Andrea stepped
forward slowly. “I’m going to whip every inch of that creamy
body of yours, bitch.”
“I’m going to fuck your cunt raw tonight, slut,” Desiree
answered her.
Andrea moved forward swiftly, slapping her two hard tits
into Desiree’s and forcing their two bodies back onto the
hard surface of the pool table. Desiree pulled the brunette
into a hard, licking kiss and Andrea reciprocated for a
moment before pulling free and pinning the long-haired girl
back onto the table surface. “Let’s have a suck-off, baby.”
She dipped her head and took Desiree’s left nipple and its
soft, surrounding tit meat into her mouth, licking at the
long, stiffening nipple and sucking hard on the other girl’s
quivering breast. Desiree groaned, then got a grip on
herself and twisted her body around, lodging a foot in
Andrea’s crotch while she maneuvered herself so that she
could slip her own mouth over Andrea’s left tit and suck in
her rival’s lengthening, rubbery nipple.
Desiree quickly felt an answering foot probing at her bare
vagina as she licked and sucked at Andrea’s soft, bare
breast, each girl sending waves of pain and pleasure
radiating out from their chests. She dug at Andrea’s pussy
with her toes, forcing aside the other girl’s vulva and
digging into her soft labia just as Andrea penetrated her
with her own probing toes. The girls groaned as they rode
each other’s feet and mouths; Desiree drew more and more tit
meat into her mouth, tasting and sucking at the other girl’s
soft gland until she could almost swear she could taste milk
on her tongue. The girls’ bodies twisted around one another
in the awkward, back-breaking position for ten minutes until
both girls were unable to stand the strain any longer and
broke the hold.
“Don’t you want to suck any more of my hot milk, bitch?”
Andrea demanded, her tits rising and falling with each
ragged breath as she lay sprawled next to Desiree.
“Shut your mouth or I’ll shove my tits down your throat, you
cunt,” Desiree snarled.
“Come on and try it, pussy,” Andrea replied.
Desiree growled, slowly rolling onto her side. Her breasts
were red with sucking and teeth marks, but the sucking
contest had stimulated her nipples to incredible length and
hardness. Andrea glanced at Desiree’s tits and arched her
back, thrusting out her own aroused boobs in an obvious
challenge. Crawling to her, groaning at the pain in her
nearly numb legs, Desiree aligned her body to her rival’s,
both girls facing each other on their sides. Now it was
Desiree who slowly pressed her full, hot tits into Andrea’s,
eliciting a loud moan from the other girl as she was raked
by Desiree’s stiff nipples. “You cunt!” Andrea snarled as
she took the other girl’s tit assault. “You want a tit fight
now that we’re done sucking each other?”
Desiree answered by grinding her boobs harder into Andrea’s,
but she found herself squealing in her own agony of pleasure
as the other girl’s equally long and hard nipples ground and
cut into her own sensitized, tender-skinned breasts. Andrea
pulled Desiree down on top of her, locking the stripper into
a steamy, breast-crushing grind as both girls struggled to
wrap their firm, tingling thighs around one another.
The stripper’s ravaged crotch slowly found its match on
Andrea’s body, and cunts met in a searing tangle of knotted
black pubic hair. Desiree’s firm buns tightened and flexed
as she fought Andrea’s pussy, both girls clenching ass
cheeks and pumping their hot pussies together roughly, each
seeking to pound the sex out of her enemy. The space around
the pool table rang with the dull thuds of cunt against cunt
and the low, animalistic groans of the two girls’ quest for
sexual dominance.
“Come on, you big-nippled bitch,” Desiree growled. “Is this
the best you can pussy fight?”
“You dirty slut, I’ll rub your fat hairy snatch off,” Andrea
replied. Slowly their open, snarling mouths found each
other, lip gloss sliding slickly together as lips touched
and dragged, tongues snaking around each other in a
deliciously slow corkscrew. Soon Desiree felt an answering,
circular pressure on the most sensitive part of her body:
Andrea’s slick, hot clit engaging her own in intimate
combat. She spread her legs wider, welcoming the sexual
duel, drilling her tongue deep into Andrea’s mouth. After
ten minutes of thrusting, teasing clit fighting Desiree felt
the brunette’s trim, muscular body begin to buck and twist
beneath her in the throes of a wild climax. Nails raked her
form her neck to her sweat-drenched buns, and she felt her
own claws answer in kind almost unconsciously just as a
tingling explosion of pleasure radiated from her superheated
crotch. She rode Andrea’s body in victory, but as she
convulsed in her own fitful orgasm she saw an answering look
of triumph on her rival’s face.
THE
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