Nicole Is Not Superior

 

You stammer for words, but with all this excitement, you are a trembling mess.

 

“Uuuuummm, I think you might have just got lucky.  My wife is the most superior woman in the city.”

 

“HA!”  Nicole snorts and quickly drills Brandi in the face numerous times.

 

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

 

With each blow your poor wife’s body jerks and twitches a little less, until finally she is laying completely spread eagled and seemingly lifeless while Nicole messes her face up a bit more. Finally, MERCIFULLY she stops, stands up, and with a couple of curt words strolls right out the door, leaving Brandi completely decimated on the floor.

 

Looks like you’ll be spending the night alone.  This sure didn’t go like it was supposed to!

 

THE END

 

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Nicole Is Superior

 

There is absolutely no doubt who the better woman here is. 

 

“You are the superior woman.”  You tell her. 

 

THUD!

 

She finishes your wife off with one final blow to the face, then stands slowly over her completely limp and spread-eagled body.  Your poor wife.  Nicole DESTROYED her!  She circles her victim slowly, adjusting the waistband of her panties a bit, then strikes a victory pose, just for you!

 

“Come here and kiss me, baby,”  She says.  “We have a long night of celebrating to do.” 

 

You get up to do as your told.  You are nothing but a trophy, after all.

 

THE END

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Root for Brandi 2

 

“COME ON BRANDI!  YOU CAN TAKE HER!”  You shout and the two women rear up and begin to approach each other on their knees, cautiously, their breasts heaving up and down as they prepare for the final stage of the fight.

“UUUnnnnngh!”  They let out a mutual moan of determination tinged with fear as they lock up in another desperate bearhug, this time on their knees.   They grunt and groan as they try to force each other to the floor.   

 

“GET HER BABY GET HER!” You call out to your struggling wife.

 

At the sound of your voice the fight intensifies, and it looks like they are about to lift each other to their feet, still locked up belly to belly, but then they topple to the floor and begin to wrestle on the ground. 

 

Their sexy bodies tangle up as they tumble around on the hard wood floor.  Every once in a while one of them manages to get a punch in to the gut or face, but their strength is clearly waning, and the same amount of power is not in these blows.  They are both fading.  You hope they don’t knock each other out!  It wouldn’t be fun to sleep alone tonight after seeing this!

 

“COME ON BRANDI!  GET ON TOP OF HER! GET ON TOP OF HER!”

 

It’s almost as if you are cheering on both girls, because again their struggle intensifies at the sound of your voice, then…suddenly.

THUD!!! They hit the ground again, but now Brandi is on top!  She has her!  She has her! 

 

“YEAH BABY! MOUNT HER! MOUNT HER!”  You yell, getting very excited for your wife’s impending victory. The groans and moans of the two brawling women reaches a feverish pitch and suddenly Brandi has a secure mount on her enemy!  She has her! 

 

“FINISH HER!”  You call out.

 

THUD!!!

 

But suddenly your wife’s head is thrown backward from a SAVAGE uppercut.  She flops onto her back, stunned.  The raven-haired bedroom fighter SWIFTLY mounts your wife.  She has turned the tables. 

PLAP!  The first blow knocks your wife out cold.  Nicole goes to work with both fists.

 

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

 

Brandi’s legs twitch and jerk as she is pounded mercilessly by the sexy dark haired lady you brought home from the bar.

 

Nicole holds Brandi’s head off the floor by her bangs with one hand and cocks her fist.  She turns her head back toward you and gives you a smarmy smirk as she holds her fist up, ready to deal the finishing blow.  

 

“Do you see who the superior woman is now baby?”  She purrs at you.

 

TELL NICOLE SHE IS THE SUPERIOR WOMAN

 

TELL NICOLE BRANDI IS THE SUPERIOR WOMAN

KEEP QUIET 1

 

You feel a little conflicted. You love your wife, but after all she wanted this, and Nicole is SEXY as FUCK.  You were about to start cheering for one of them, but you know that there is a sort of unspoken protocol about bedroom fights, and when two women are battling over a man, that man is supposed to sit and remain neutral, ready to please whichever of the two combatants emerges victorious.

 

You decide to “stick to the script”, as the old saying goes.  You keep your mouth shut and just watch the violence unfold before you.

 

At this point the fight seems to have reached a stalemate.  It is clear that both females are exhausted hurt and at least a little scared.  They were each of them expecting an easy victory, and that is not happening.  They continue to stagger around the room, locked together in a deadly belly to belly embrace, gasping for breath. 

 

They moan.  They groan.  Occasionally there is a little thud when one of them gets a weak punch in to the gut. Occasionally they give each other a yank to the hair and or a tug to the waistband of the panties.  This is a BRAWL.

Suddenly, they separate and explode into another FURIOUS exchange of punches. 

 

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

 

The fight is back on!

 

ROOT FOR NICOLE 

 

ROOT FOR BRANDI 

 

STAY QUIET AND WATCH THE FIGHT 

Root For Nicole 1

 

Maybe your wife isn’t as tough as she always said she was, and honestly this Nicole chis is SMOKING hot!  Your heart pounds as you watch the two gorgeous women continue to struggle desperately, each of them trying to get the upper hand.   There is an almost palpable sense of tension in the air, a mixture of fear and excitement.  You examine the fighter's faces.  Your wife is in trouble.  You can see it.  She  bit off ore than she can chew and she knows it.  Nicole on the other hand, still has an air of confidence about her.  Suddenly, you just can’t keep quiet anymore.

“YEAH NICOLE!  GET HER!”

It just slips out.  You see the black-haired girl smirk just a little, then she gives your wife a NASTY knee to the crotch. 

THUD!

Brandi doubles over in pain and it looks like she is about to drop to her knees, but Nicole doesn’t give her the chance.

THUD!

Brandi flops to the floor,  OUT COLD!  Nicole swiftly pounces on her, straddling her at the crotch.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

The beating is merciless, finally you beg Nicole off.

“Come on, baby, she’s HAD it!” 

Nicole pulls Brandi’s head off the floor by a clump of her bangs, cocks her fists, and puts her out with one last SAVAGE punch.

THUD!!!

The fight is over! 

Nicole strikes a victory pose, just for YOU.  Looks like you got yourself a new woman!

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Root For Brandi 1

 

Brandi is really looking like she’s in trouble.  Maybe you brought home the wrong opponent for her!  Nicole is sexy, but Brandi is still your wife, after all.

“Come on Brandi!  You got this!  You can take her!”

And with that Nicole gives her a NASTY knee to the crotch, lifting her off her feet for a second.

“UNGH!”  Brandi grunts in agony, wincing in pain.  She drops to her knees.  Your heart skips a beat. Nicole HAS her! 

THUD!!!

OOOH  Brandi NAILED her in the crotch!  THAT’S your girl!  Nicole is staggering back, reaching down to protect her wounded womanhood. 

“COME ON BRANDI!  GET HER! GET HER!” 

You see your wife take a huge gulp of air, her eyes wide.  She is struggling to get to her feet. She scored a savage crotch rake, but she is still pretty hurt herself.  The two girls pitch forward on their hands and knees and begin to circle slowly. 

ROOT FOR BRANDI

ROOT FOR NICOLE

STAYQUIET AND WATCH THE FIGHT

Bring Nicole Home

 

“Hey baby, do you come here often?”

“Not often enough to have run into you yet, Sugar!  Hi there!”  With that the girl brushes your arm with her fingers and scoots ever so closer to you.   Your pants tighten ever so slightly.  This was easier than you thought.

Her name is Nicole.  She is 42 years old which is WAY older than you thought she was.  She EXUDES confidence and you suspect that not only is she a fighter herself, she probably already knows you are married or at least have a girlfriend, and seems more than willing to play along with the whole ruse.

Several drinks and about an hour later you are making out with her in your bed. She is in her bra and panties and is straddling you.  She reaches back to unhook her bra when Brandi walks in wearing nothing but her favorite heart print skivvies.

“THAT’S MY HUSBAND YOU WHORE!”

“Oh OH…Is THIS your wife?  HMPH!”  She snorts as she climbs off the bed and slowly approaches Brandi, adjusting the waistband of her black cotton panties as she moves.  Brandi glides slowly toward her a sneer of contempt twisting her face. Her eagerness to scrap is visible.  You have done well and will certainly be rewarded once her victory is achieved!  

“Your “husband” traded up, skank.  Do yourself a favor and get lost before I WASTE you.”

“I’LL KILL YOU!”  Brandi howls and the two women lunge forward and immediately begin to pummel each other.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

It’s a furious fist fight!  Based on her stories you thought Brandi was the kind of woman who would quickly pummel any other woman unconscious quickly, but this Nicole chic is really a brawler.  You see the slightest shade of worry pass over your wife’s face, but then she launches a savage barrage of body blows that has the raven-haired bedroom invader staggering backwards, grunting in pain.

CRACK!!! But she NAILS Brandi with an open palm slap to the face.  Brandi staggers back.  Nicole lunges forward, her fists raised, beckoning.  Brandi shakes off the slap, raises her fists and the two women barrel back into another furious fist exchange.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

They’re really going at it!  This round of fist fighting only lasts a couple seconds and suddenly they slap into each other and lock up in a desperate bearhug, each woman gasping for air.  You study your wife’s face carefully.  She looks scared and exhausted.  You look at Nicole and see much the same expression.  Neither of them expected this much of a fight.  They stagger around the room together in a drunken dance of desperation.  You want to cheer your wife on, but…. This Nicole chic… there’s something about her….

ROOT FOR NICOLE

ROOT FOR BRANDI

KEEP QUIET AND WATCH THE FIGHT