Flora vs. Brintey Spears
Penthouse Suite Catfight

Wanting to relive the days when she and her husband were just dating, Flora had been hinting for quite some time that she wanted him to take her out dancing. At 36-years-old, she felt as if her life had fallen into a rut, a rut she was anxious to climb out of it. Though her recent return to wrestling had helped her to rekindle the long dormant, sensual side of her personality, her sensuality still remained mostly buried under years of monotonous conservatism.

A typical Saturday night would consist of dinner, perhaps a movie or on a rare occasion, a few drinks with her husband at a quiet, local watering hole. Seldom did she strive for more excitement out of life and as such, all aspects of it, from her personality to her wardrobe, had become dull and predictable. The one exception was wrestling. Flora came alive once she returned to wrestling just a few months ago. Through wrestling she felt vibrant, sexy and stimulated and donning her signature black bikini, she also looked the part. But up to this point, that sensual beast had kept herself hidden in all other aspects of Flora’s life, and she had no idea how to change that.

But then one night her husband, grateful to his wife for resuming her wrestling and discovering that she had done it just for him, decided to surprise her. Over dinner, he suggested that they go out dancing next weekend, and Flora seemed to come alive. Elated by his invitation she immediately sprung into action.

At work the next day, she confided to one of her younger co-workers about the invitation, explaining how important the night would be. Flora told her how she wanted to break out of her rut, but needed some help. It had been awhile since she had gone out dancing, so she had no idea where to go or how to dress. Her 24-year-old co-worker seemed delighted at he opportunity to “hippen Flora up”, so during lunch, she took Flora to a trendy shop and began to do just that.

As Flora was escorted by her friend to a bench outside of the changing rooms, the young woman set about scooping up different outfits for Flora to try on. Clad in a navy blue business suit, Flora sat there as her friend began to toss clothes to her. As she checked each one out, Flora was a bit surprised at the outfits her friend was choosing.

The younger woman grabbed several pairs of low-rise jeans and skimpy halter-tops for her to try on, Flora obediently following her lead, wanting to look both sexy and youthful for her husband. But as she began to try on the trendy garments, her young co-worker set out to find the finishing touch; sexy underwear. As Flora emerged from the dressing room in a pair of revealingly low-cut jeans and a tight tank top that ended about an inch above her navel, her friend looked on, critiquing her appearance.

“Hmmmm ….. looks good ….. but it’s missing something.”

She then handed Flora a black thong.

“Here, put this on underneath ….. and take off your bra!”, her friend told her as she handed her the thong.

Flora took the miniscule panty, her eyes fixed on the skimpy garment.

“Are you kidding?” she said in disbelief.

“Listen Flora, if you want to look sexy and go to the hottest clubs, you’ve got to dress the part. If you don’t dress like you fit in, you won’t even get past the front door! Besides, you’ve got the body for it!”

She continued to stare at the meager panty before finally shaking her head and walking back into the dressing room. She slipped the pants off and pulled the thong on before wriggling back into the tight jeans. She then pulled the tank top off, undid her bra and tossed it aside before pulling the tank top back over her head. Just as she did, her friend slid a pair of strappy, black shoes with three-inch heels under the dressing room’s door.

“Put these on too Flora!”

Typically a strong-minded woman with a penchant for giving orders rather than taking them, Flora uncharacteristically followed her friend’s instructions and slid the shoes onto her bare feet. With no mirror in the small changing room, she finally walked back out, her friend escorting her over to the mirror.

“Okay, we’re almost there. Let me just …..”

With that the young woman reached down into the back of Flora’s waistband, grabbing the back of her thong and pulling it up just enough so that it peaked out from the back of her jeans. Flora then turned and stared at herself in the mirror, giggling nervously as her friend gave her own assessment.

“There, now you can go out dancing and you’ll fit right in. Besides, you’re husband will probably be horny as hell once he sees you in this outfit!”

Turning as she checked herself out in the mirror, Flora couldn’t believe that she was going to wear the outfit out in public. Her nipples protruded from beneath the tank top and her hip bones were completely exposed from the dangerously low hip-huggers.

“But”, she thought to herself, “If this is what the kids are wearing to the clubs, than damn it I’m going to wear it too!” So after a few more glimpses in the mirror, she slipped out of the trendy outfit, put her business suit back on and paid for her new clothes before going back to work.

The rest of the week passed before finally Saturday night arrived. Flora knew that she needed help with her hair and make-up, so she asked her friend to assist, and she agreed. As a result, Flora asked her husband to meet her at the entrance to the club at 11:00 PM. It took awhile for Flora to get ready, her friend fixing her black hair so that it was parted on the side, with a wisp of it falling over her eyes. She then put Flora’s make-up on, much more than Flora would have done herself. Finally, once the make over was done, Flora spritzed herself with the perfume she saved only for special occasions. Her friend then called her a cab, wished her luck and sent her off.

Getting out of the taxi outside of the club, Flora stood off to the side of the line, a bit embarrassed by the way she was dressed as she glanced around, looking for him. Despite her discomfort, Flora quickly realized that her friend had been right. Lots of other girls were dressed similarly, and though older, Flora did not feel at all out of place. Suddenly she spotted her husband walking toward her, but surprisingly, he passed right by her, not noticing his wife. She called him over and he when he turned around, he was stunned at what his wife was wearing.

“WOW! Flora you look hot!” he told her.

She smiled, content with his reaction as they walked to the back of the line. The bouncer abruptly signaled for her and her husband to come to the front of the line however, waving them inside while giving Flora a quick look up and down as she passed him by. As he opened the front door for them, the pulsating beat of the thunderous music filled her ears and Flora was itching to dance. Her husband was much less comfortable in the surroundings however and suggested that they have a few drinks first, to which Flora agreed.

As they stood at the crowded bar, Flora sucked down her first drink before her husband bought a second. As she sipped it, the music too loud for the couple to carry on any form of intelligible conversation, she began to look around. Though her husband had begun to check out some of the younger women in the club, Flora took great satisfaction in the fact that some of the younger guys in the club were actually checking her out!

After finishing her second drink, Flora began to feel good, but then noticed her husband ordering a third. She leaned over and whispered to him as he reached toward the bartender to pay.

“That’s the last one for me sweetheart. I want to go dance.”

He smirked back at her, not excited about the prospect of dancing, but nodding his head in agreement. Flora drank the third drink quickly, her husband finishing his shortly after her. As he set his glass down on the bar, she grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the dance floor.

The large, open area was crowded, but Flora found an open spot just in front of the stage. By now the drinks had begun to take their affect and Flora gradually felt her inhibitions slipping away. She shimmied up close to her husband, grinding herself against him, but although he was dancing, it was obvious he was not thrilled in doing so and was much less animated in his movements than his wife was. But Flora wasn’t discouraged, spinning around, her arms over her head as she bopped to the beat.

A couple of songs later, Flora noticed a set of cages elevated on either side of the stage with steps leading up to them from the dance floor. There were a couple of people dancing in each one, but there was still room for more, so Flora leaned in toward her husband and asked him to come and dance with her in the cage.

He looked up at the cage and then shook his head, not interested at all. But he told her to go ahead and have fun as he leaned back against the side of the stage to take a break. Flora didn’t hesitate, climbing up the stairs and picking a spot at the front of the cage before moving freely and sensuously, savoring the feeling of being on display as she danced. She was feeling exactly as she hoped she would, vibrant, sexy AND STIMULATED, and glanced down at her husband, hoping that he was enjoying the show she was putting on for him. Much to her dismay however, he wasn’t even watching her. Though initially annoyed, she lost herself in the blaring music, shaking and shimmying before suddenly the DJ lowered the music and began to speak over it, making an announcement to the crowd.

“Wassup!” The crowd cheered back at him, Flora joining the cheers as he continued. “This is your lucky night! We have a special guest here tonight who has agreed to get up and perform one of the songs off of her new album. So let’s give it up for ….. BRITNEY SPEARS!”

The crowd erupted as seemingly everyone in it began to charge toward the stage. Flora’s husband was right in front, his idea to take a break from dancing putting him in the perfect location. But as the music stopped, Flora tried to make her way down to him, but was blocked by a huge bodyguard.

“No one near the stage! You’ve got to stay in there until Britney’s done.” he barked at Flora, ensuring that she stayed in the cage.

Looking down at her husband, she wanted to let him know that she couldn’t get down there, but he was much too interested in staring up at the stage as Britney made her entrance. Dressed in tight leather pants and a leather bustier, the stunning pop star skipped out from behind a back door and started to prance sexily around the stage as the music began again. Flora’s husband eyes became fixed on the gorgeous Ms. Spears and, shockingly to his wife, he began to dance as she started to sing.

The song went on for a few minutes, Flora glaring down at her husband as he boogied to and stared up at the pop star. As the music continued to play, Britney ended a verse of the lyrics before hopping to the edge of the stage and addressing the crowd.

“HEY Y’ALL!!!! HOW YOU DOIN’?”

The crowd roared back, Flora’s husband pumping his fist in the air. She couldn’t believe the way he seemed to be enamored with Britney, especially since he was barely willing to dance at all just a few minutes earlier. But now he was bopping around, thoroughly enjoying the show as Britney continued.

“YOU KNOW, I USUALLY TRAVEL WITH MY DANCERS, BUT SINCE THIS WAS A SURPRISE APPEARANCE, I NEED A VOLUNTEER TO DANCE WITH ME?”

To Flora’s utter dismay, her husband shot his arms up and caught Britney’s eye, prompting her to signal to her bodyguards to let him up on stage. As he got there, he began to swivel his hips as Britney ground her magnificent body up against him, the two of them putting on an erotic display. Flora stopped dancing altogether by this point, staring in disbelief as her husband bopped with Britney Spears. As the song wound down, Britney stepped up to the edge of the stage once again as he continued to dance alongside of her.

“WELL THAT’S IT FOR TONIGHT. Y’ALL BE SURE TO COME OUT AND SEE MY CONCERT!”

With that, the song ended and Britney took a bow, grabbing Flora’s husbands hand and having him bow with her. She then skipped to the back of the stage as the door opened up, pulling Flora’s husband along. They walked through the doorway before it closed behind them, Flora stunned that he had left her there in the cage. She rushed over to the bodyguard who was blocking her exit and told him that the guy with Britney was her husband. He refused to listen to her please, but with the stage now clear, allowed her out of the cage. Flora rushed to the back of the stage, but was met abruptly by another burly, bodyguard.

“THIS SECTION IS CLOSED!” he told her curtly.

“But that was my husband!”, Flora pleaded.

“Yeah right. And Britney is my wife!”, he replied sarcastically.

As the argument ensued, Flora’s husband stood backstage with Britney, the two of them catching their breath.

“You’re a good dancer.”, she told him between breaths, the sweat glistening off of her magnificent, bare body.

“Not really. You just made me look good!”, he replied flirtingly.

Britney smiled, a glow in her eyes as she began to flirt back with him.

“You know, I’m having a small, intimate party back in my suite. Why don’t you come join me?”

Flora’s husband nodded as if he was hypnotized, forgetting about his wife altogether. But he was quickly reminded as a bodyguard walked over and stepped between him and Britney.

“There’s this crazy chick out there who says she’s this guy’s wife and demands to come backstage. Should I toss her?” he said to Britney, who leaned across him to look at Flora’s husband quizzically.

“Yeah, that’s my wife.” he informed her almost dejectedly.

“You’re wife eh?, Well let’s see what she looks like.” Britney commented slyly before turning to the bouncer. “You can let her in.” she told him, and within seconds, Flora was huffing backstage and standing alongside her husband.

“Flora, this is Britney. Britney, Flora.”, he said, introducing the two.

“Nice to meet you Flora. Your husband is a great dancer.”

Flora glared back at her, obviously jealous.

“Yeah, so I’ve seen. Now if only I could get him to dance like that with me!”

Britney smiled, sensing the tension between the two and deciding to entertain herself by helping to escalate it.

“Well, maybe you’re not giving him a good enough reason to!” she replied bitingly, the snide remark not lost on Flora who sneered back at her.

But before she could reply, Britney decided to invite Flora to the party as well.

“I just invited your husband to come join me for a little party back at my suite. Why don’t you come too. Maybe he’ll dance with you there!”, Britney said in her cutesy, Southern accent.

“I’d love to.”, Flora replied dryly.

“Good. I’ll meet you both there in about 20 minutes. I’m in the Deluxe Hotel, the Penthouse Suite. You can head over and I’ll meet you there. My bodyguards will make sure you have no trouble getting up.”

With that Britney turned and pranced away, but not before sliding her hand sexily beneath Flora’s husband chin, a sly smile on her face as she shook her hips before ducking into her dressing room. One of her bodyguards then walked up and escorted Flora and her husband outside where a limousine waited to take them to the hotel. Once inside the limo, Flora took the opportunity to chastise her husband.

“Well you certainly looked like you were having fun.”, Flora droned sarcastically.

He smirked back at her, almost annoyed by the accusation.

“Come on Flora. I got caught up in the moment, just like you did when you were dancing up in that cage.”

Flora turned away as he spoke, wanting him to know that she was annoyed. But once he made reference to her dancing in the cage, she jumped at the chance to retaliate.

“How would you know what I looked like dancing in the cage. You weren’t even watching.”

He turned and stared in her eye, his annoyed expression gone and replaced with one much more understanding.

“I WAS watching you Flora, and you looked great. But come on, I got the chance to dance on stage with Britney Spears. If I just stood there, I would’ve looked like an idiot.”

He seemed sincere, so Flora quickly forgave him as she slid onto his lap and kissed and made up before they discussed how exciting it was to enjoy a private party in the most luxurious suite of the nicest hotel in the city. The limousine pulled up the hotel and they were escorted inside and up to the suite. Flora was still suspicious of Britney’s motives, but was determined to “mark her territory”, and not let Britney near her man .

There were a few other people present so Flora and her husband made the rounds, Flora clenching tightly onto his hand as they chatted with the other guests. A few minutes later however, Britney arrived and everyone rushed over to greet her. Flora’s husband began to walk over, but Flora, still clutching his hand, pulled him back. He stopped, turning to look at her and seeing jealousy stretched across her face. He stayed by her side, but a few minutes later Britney walked over and greeted the couple, thanking them for coming. They began to exchange small talk before Britney asked Flora what she did for a living. Flora began to describe her real job, her husband allowing her to go on for a few seconds before interjecting.

“She’s also a professional wrestler!”, he blurted over his wife, unable to hide his excitement.

Britney seemed surprised by the revelation, and curious to find out more.

“A professional wrestler eh? I would’ve never guessed!” Britney proclaimed as she mockingly glanced up and down Flora’s body .

Flora nodded her head, trying to hide her smirk.

“It keeps me in shape.” Flora replied proudly.

Britney seemed intent on irritating Flora further however as she continued to give Flora’s body the once over.

“Well I guess you are in decent shape for a woman your age.”

Flora smiled back at her, but was yelling inside of her head. “A WOMAN MY AGE?!?! WHY YOU LITTLE BITCH!”

Britney smirked at the brunette, but then began to delve deeper.

“You know part of my workout routine has always involved martial arts training, kick boxing and other forms of fighting. But I’ve never tried wrestling. In fact, between the three of us ….”

The pop tart paused, leaning closer to whisper to them.

“I’ve always fantasized about having a sort of…. you know … catfight. The thought of it just seems so sexual and erotic. I wonder how it would feel if I ever had one!”

It was if a light went on above Flora’s husband’s head as his eyes grew wider and a smile stretched across his face. The possibility of seeing his wife engaged in a catfight against Britney Spears was too good to pass up, so without hesitation, he offered up her services.

“It’s funny you should say that, because Flora loves to catfight. So maybe tonight we can make your fantasy become reality!”

Instantly Flora turned and glared menacingly at her husband. How dare he make such an offer without consulting with her first! But before she could intervene, Britney seemed intrigued by the idea.

“Hmmm. Now that’s an interesting proposal. What do you think about that Flora?” Britney asked, turning to stare at Flora as she waited for a response.

Flora was now on the spot. If she refused, Britney would surely relish the opportunity to make her look silly, and that seemed to be exactly what the pop tart was trying to do. But if she agreed … well … first off there was no way Britney was serious. But if she was ….. Flora began to think what the downside was to a catfight. Sure, Britney was a 23-year-old kid and in great shape, but there was no way she knew how to fight. And once Flora beat Britney Spears in a catfight, in front of her husband ….. well surely there would be nothing he wouldn’t do for her after that. Finding very little downside, and still feeling the effects of the drinks she had gulped down earlier, Flora decided that she would call Britney’s bluff.

“I’m game if you are Britney.”, she replied arrogantly.

Britney paused, rubbing her chin with her hand as she thought about the possibility. But then she sat up, a smile on her face.

“You know what, I’ve always wanted to do this, so why not? Let’s do it!”

Flora was stunned, never thinking Britney was serious. But the pop star quickly got up and whispered to her bodyguard, who rolled his eyes, almost as if to indicate “here we go again”. He then proceeded to clear the room, telling all of the other guests that the party was over and escorting them out of the suite. After they were gone he began to move all of the furniture from the large living room up against the walls, clearing the middle of the room to make way for the fight.

Britney meanwhile excused herself, stepping into the other room to change for the fight, leaving Flora and her husband while a bodyguard stood by the door. The couple couldn’t believe what was happening, but both seemed anxious for the fight to get underway. Flora’s husband was aroused by the prospect of what was to come, while Flora cherished the opportunity to put on a show for her husband, pummeling the pop tart in the process. Her husband took a seat on one of the sofas as Flora stood in front of him, kicking her shoes off, each one landing in his lap.

“I guess I’d better get ready.”, she purred in her sexiest voice before sliding her jeans down her legs to reveal her black thong.

As she put the spike-heeled shoes back on her feet, her husband stared at her with an evil smile on his face. He said nothing, but his expression said it all as his wife turned in front of him wearing only her tank top, thing and shoes. But as Flora enjoyed displaying her body for her husband’s benefit, Britney walked out of the other room, and his eyes quickly darted toward her.

Dressed in a black, leather bra and matching thong, Britney also wore a pair of high-heeled, thigh high, black leather boots. Her 23-year old-body was flawless, toned by daily sessions with a personal trainer, and Flora’s husband was paralyzed by her as she strutted across the room.

Flora sneered back at her as Britney approached, the two women now standing face to face. Flora said nothing, the jealous sneer on her face saying it all. Finally breaking the silence, Flora addressed her foe.

“So, anything goes?”, she asked, referring to the rules for the fight.

“That’s the way I live my life!”, Britney purred back in her sexy, arrogant southern accent.

Flora then turned and stared at the bodyguard who was guarding the door, before turning back to Britney. She didn’t need to say anything, as Britney nodded her head to him, signaling for him to leave. He shook his head to indicate that he wouldn’t leave, but sternly, she ordered him to do so.

“Just stand outside and guard the door”, she commanded, and he reluctantly did so.

“Okay, are you ready?”, Britney asked.

Flora nodded her head, and within seconds, the two faced each other and the fight was underway. Assuming that the pop tart had no fighting experience, Flora decided to make the first move, screaming angrily as she charged at the startled Britney, hastily grabbing hold of her hair with both hands and yanking on it.

Caught off guard, Britney’s head was jarred violently from side-to-side as Flora ripped at her hair, the youngster helpless. Flora tossed her head around angrily for several more seconds before finally tossing her aside, Britney falling to the floor, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

Taking advantage of the youngster’s flustered state, Flora rushed her again, screaming angrily for effect. She again grabbed Britney by the hair, ripping her onto her feet and again jostling her head around. Britney tried to raise her hands, but her arms flailed form side to side as Flora continued to pull her head about, shredding her brown, wavy locks in the process. Finally, after several more seconds, Flora again tossed her aside, this time Britney landing in a chair on the side of the room.

As the singer grabbed her aching head, slowly getting back onto her feet, Flora stood on the opposite side of the room, her hands placed arrogantly on her hips, her foot tapping the floor in an obnoxious gesture. Britney’s expression slowly began to change however, from one of startled concern to one of anger and determination. As Flora prepared to rush her once more, Britney crouched down, her hands pulled out in front of her as she danced on her toes in a sort of martial arts pose.

Unfazed, Flora again rushed at her, but as she approached, Britney quickly turned to the side, cocked her leg, and fired a fearsome, side kick square into the charging Flora’s throat. Instantly Flora let out a loud gurgle as her husband blurted out a loud “OH!”

Doubling over, her hands wrapping around her throat, Flora coughed and gagged, trying to catch her breath. Britney’s kick had caught her square in her windpipe, and she was having trouble breathing. But as Flora suffered, the youngster strutted over to her, wrapping Flora’s bowed head between her legs and squeezing them together, placing her in a head scissors.

Britney squeezed her thighs tightly together, the taut skin of her inner thighs clamping around Flora’s head before she dropped to the floor, sitting erect as she continued to clench her thighs around Flora’s head. Laying on her side with her head trapped, Flora began to thrash her legs while slap at Britney’s thighs. But the athletic singer showed no signs of letting up until finally Flora dug her nails into Britney’s leg, prompting the beauty to release the hold.

Flora quickly rolled away as Britney massaged her thigh, four little gashes now noticeable from the digging of Flora’s fingernails. Flora got to her feet and Britney did the same, but before she could get completely erect, a screaming Flora again rushed her, this time reaching for and grabbing her breasts.

Immediately Britney began to squeal as Flora burrowed her nails into the fleshy mounds of skin. She dug them in as deeply as she could, Britney’s eyes tearing up as her squeals grew louder. Finally, in an angry and desperate attack, Britney wailed her arm violently around, striking her fist against the side of Flora’s head. The blow landed on Flora’s ear and caused her head to be filled with a loud, ringing noise as she stumbled backward, releasing her grip in the process.

As Britney gasped for air, her high-pitched moans evidence of her pain, Flora stumbled backward, holding her head. Britney recovered quickly, angered by the attack on her chest as she rushed Flora and grabbed hold of the front of her tank top. She began to tug at it, causing Flora’s body to flutter back and forth before finally, the shirt began to rip. With a final, angry tug, Britney ripped the shirt right off of Flora’s body, leaving her foe topless.

Flora stood up, her modest but pert breasts now on display as her small, dark brown nipples stood erect. Britney tossed the shirt aside, snickering at the now topless Flora whose scowl turned the room cold. The two faced each other silently for a few seconds, each breathing heavily as the exchanged angry stares. Britney then began to condescendingly peruse Flora’s small breasts before glancing down at her. She then looked back at Flora, smiling widely to insinuate that she had clearly won the battle of “who had the bigger chest”.

The inference infuriated Flora, who again rushed at Britney, grabbing her by the hair. But this time Britney fought back, grabbing hold of Flora’s hair with both hands as the two women began to rip at each other’s locks. Though about the same height, Britney was obviously the stronger of the two, her well-toned body the result of daily rigorous sessions with her personal trainer. So despite Flora’s fury, Britney soon overpowered her, pushing her back up against a bar in the corner of the room.

With Flora’s back pressed up against the bar, Britney began to push on her head, causing Flora’s body to arch backward and over the top of the bar. Moving closer so that she pushed her own body forward onto Flora in order to pin her to the bar, Britney then quickly unclenched her fingers from Flora’s hair while quickly snatching hold of her wrists. Once she had them under control, Britney pinned Flora’s arms down onto the bar, holding them in place as she wedged herself tightly up against the petite brunette.

Flora tried desperately to wriggle free, but Britney was too strong and held her in place, Flora’s arms pinned down and stretched out on either side of her. Britney then lowered her leather-clad chest onto Flora’s face, burying it in her cleavage. Flora began to kick and squirm in a frantic struggle to break free, but Britney wasn’t about to let go. So with her face mashed between the pop tart’s ample breasts, Flora struggled to breathe.

Britney delighted in her foe’s laboring, knowing that she was trapped and had little escape. Flora continued to kick and struggle, but gradually her efforts lost their zeal, her thin body slowly being depleted of oxygen. Within another minute or so, Flora’s body grew limp and hung from the bar as Britney kept her pinned tightly against it, continuing to immerse Flora’s face in her bosom. Finally, with Flora showing no signs of resistance, Britney released the hold of her wrists and backed away, Flora’s body oozing to the floor before she collapsed in a heap at the foot of the bar.

Britney smirked as she stood over Flora, rolling her onto her back before placing the spiked heel of her boot down between Flora’s exposed breasts. She then lifted her arms and flexed her muscles, engaging in the ultimate victory pose while turning to face Flora’s husband.

“Is that all she’s got?” Britney asked quizzically, surprised at how easily Flora had been conquered.

With his wife out cold, her lifeless body flat against the floor as Britney posed over it, Flora’s husband was stunned at the result. His wife was usually a warrior, despite her small size. But Britney had overwhelmed her, a sight he had rarely seen before. He shrugged his shoulders at Britney, prompting her to lift her foot off of Flora’s chest and walk behind the bar. The pop star had expected more of a fight, especially from a pro wrestler, and seemed disappointed that the fight had ended so quickly. So bending down, she opened the door to a small refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of ice-cold spring water, twisting it open as she walked back toward where Flora lay. Standing over her, Britney then began to pour the cold water down onto Flora’s face.

“Come on, wake up.”

Flora slowly revived, shaking her head as the water poured down onto her face. She rolled onto her side, coughing from the water pouring into her mouth and nose. Slowly she began to get up into a seated position, looking puzzled and not aware of what had happened.

“Let’s go, get up!” Britney demanded.

Flora gradually began to get to her feet, but as she did, Britney strutted over to her and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her toward the center of the room. Once there, she pulled Flora’s head up so that the two were face to face as she stared into Flora’s still hazy eyes.

“Professional wrestler my ass!” she murmured.

With that, Britney reached forward and pinched her fingers around Flora’s nipples, squeezing them tightly as the petite brunette’s face cringed in pain. Still in a daze from being knocked out, Flora struggled to regain her composure as Britney ripped her nipples away from her chest.

The cloudiness which filled her head quickly dissipated as Flora wailed loudly from the pain. Britney continued to yank on her nipples, Flora’s small, rubbery breasts stretched forward from the excruciating plucking they were subjected to. Though his wife had been out cold, Flora’s husband still knew that his wife would never quit. She was a tiger when it came to fighting, so he waited for her to retaliate. But much to his surprise, Flora did not fight back, as if she was allowing Britney to rip her nipples from her chest.

With Flora’s body thrashing around, Britney released her grip on one of the nipples, but then wound her arm around and delivered a roundhouse bitch slap to the side of Flora’s face. The loud SMACK filled the room as the force of the blow knocked Flora to the side and down to her knees. She immediately raised one hand to her auburn red cheek, while covering her aching breasts with her other arm.

Britney was in complete control, and she knew it. She strutted around the room like a proud peacock, her thigh high boots hugging her magnificent legs while she set herself behind Flora before placing her boot into Flora’s back. With a stiff push, she knocked Flora down onto her stomach before taking a seat on her back. Britney positioned her taut butt down onto the back of Flora’s shoulders as she faced Flora’s legs. With the dominated brunette’s bare butt protruding from beneath her thong, Britney leaned forward and began to slap at it.

“SMACK ….. SMACK ….. SMACK!”

Each slap sent a loud clap through the air as the pale skin on Flora’s ass jiggled wildly from the spanking. Britney delighted in the sight of her foe’s fluttering skin, prompting to increase the intensity of each slap. With Flora trapped below her, defenseless against the humiliating spanking, Britney smiled at her victim’s husband, flirting with him as his wife was subjected to the humiliation.

Gradually Flora’s round, fleshy bottom grew bright red, her skin raw as it continued to tremble from each slap. Satisfied, Britney then pushed herself up onto her feet as Flora remained flat on her back, whimpering below her. The pop tart glared down at Flora, her hand on her hip in a sexy pose, until finally Flora began to push herself up onto all fours. With her head bowed in front of her, Flora shook it back and forth in a desperate attempt to clear her cobwebs.

Britney walked up behind the beleaguered Flora and cocking her leg, fired a swift kick into Flora’s red ass. The blow knocked Flora flat on her face as Britney giggled, enjoying her dominance of the older woman. Slowly Flora got onto all fours once more, but again Britney kicked her in the butt, knocking her down a second time with an even more potent punt. She then turned to Flora’s husband, and with a sinister smile said,

”I just love the way her flabby little butt jiggles around like that when I kick it, don’t you?”

Flora’s husband was speechless. His once ornery and ferocious wife was being shown up by the young pop star, an outcome he could never have envisioned at the start. But as Flora wriggled on her stomach, trying to scoot away from yet another of Britney’s kicks, he had to admit that Britney had thoroughly; and literally; kicked her ass!

But despite the beating she had taken, Britney’s insulting comment had angered Flora. Getting up onto all fours once more, the familiar, irate scowl crossed her pretty face and finally her husband anticipated the return of his wife’s nasty side. She pushed herself up onto her knees, but as she did, Britney charged up in front of her and shoved the sole of her boot into Flora’ chest. Flora raised her hands to push it off of her, but before she could, Britney drove her foot forward, knocking Flora flat on her back.

As Flora fell, Britney raced alongside her and placed her foot down onto Flora’s throat, which fit neatly into the space between Britney’s spiked heel and the sole of the boot. Britney then began to put her weight down onto it and immediately Flora’s body began to thrash violently below her.

The choke turned Flora’s face bright red as a look of panic stretched across it. With her legs flailing in all directions and her hands desperately trying to force Britney’s foot off of her, Flora gradually began to lose the fight as she once again, drifted toward unconsciousness. It took a short while more before finally Flora’s limbs collapsed to the floor, her eyes closed as she passed out. Britney kept her foot perched sexily on Flora for a few more moments as she flexed her muscles at Flora’s husband.

“Well, I guess that’s it!”, Britney proclaimed before finally removing her foot form Flora’s throat and sauntering over toward her husband.

“I hope you’re not too upset with me.”, she purred to him, leaning down so that he had an excellent view of her cleavage.

Flora’s husband was dumbfounded as his eyes stared into Britney’s cleavage. She snickered before finally walking away, heading toward the front door of the suite. Opening it, she called her bodyguard back in.

“I think we’re done here!”

He walked inside and stared down at the unconscious Flora, her topless body sprawled on the floor, her small chest now red and swollen.

“Another one bites the dust. So what’s that, 8 in a row?”, he asked the pop star.

“I think it’s 9, isn’t it?” she giggled back at him.

Flora’s husband watched the exchange, amazed at what he was hearing. It was apparent that Britney was not the innocent, inexperienced little girl she had claimed to be. She appeared to be a skilled catfighter who apparently had just claimed her ninth victim; this one being his wife. Britney then walked toward the bedroom door and opened it, but then turned to Flora’s husband.

“Tiny here will show you out. Y’all take care now!”

With that she closed the door behind her as Flora’s husband walked over to try and revive his wife.

THE END

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