***A sequel to Beach time brawl! Bar time brawl*** !
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It was a rowdy night at the Bar house.
A biker gang had shacked up for the night. With them, came all the necessary requirements for a ridiculous night.
Copious amounts of alcohol? Check.
Leather Jackets? Check.
Leather everything? Check.
Women? Check!
The bar exploded with noise. The gang celebrated their arrival with little modesty.
And with that gang. Was Jane, and her new boyfriend. David.
Jane had dressed provocatively that night. An open black denim jacket did a poor job of covering her supple curves. A tank top barely covered her chest. Most of her clothing was intentionally chosen a size too short. Her midriff was exposed, leaving her new bellybutton piercing on full display. Her black lipstick and eyeliner was complemented by a black lace choker tied to her neck. With a silver heart tied on.
She wore a short skirt, with black net stockings running all the way down to her black leather boots. The outfit was… Essentially ridiculous. But it worked well in this rough setting.
Jane turned her head to see a familiar sight. A blonde woman opened the door. She was dressed in jean shorts, highlighting her Ass very well. She wore an open-buttoned plaid dress shirt. Clearly trying to make an impression.
Kylee was back. This night just got interesting.
She walked over to Jane at the counter. Frowning. She sat by the stool next to her. Lowered her head. And whispered over to Jane.
“I want a rematch.”
Jane chuckled softly, and brought David over. Kylees face tuned to a shade of Red.
“Is that why you’re here? Dressed like a slut? You want to win my boyfriend with that getup?” Jane whispered.
Kylee was silent.
“I want a rematch.” She growled.
Jane bit her lip. “The only one you’re arousing Babe, is me. You don’t want any of my attention. So beat it. Before I beat you…”
“Wait?” David Chimed in. “You’re not Kylee?”
Jane loved that insufferable idiot.
“Whore.” Kylee insulted Jane out loud. The bar turned to look at the two women. Utter silence permeated the room.
Jane swept her silky black hair back. “What?” She said, her voice was smooth. Probably to project a sense of arousal to the crowd.
“I said… You’re a who-“ Kylee yelped out as Jane pulled her forward by the hair. Kylee grimaced. Her cleavage was slightly exposed through her top.
“No shit babe. You think I dress like this every day?” Jane grimaced..
She pulled Kylee closer.
“You’re making me angry. And let me tell you… I’m gonna ***Make*** you like me when I’m angry.”
She let go of Kylee and went back to sipping her whiskey.
“Woah! Jane got a catfight going on for us!” One of the bikers piped up. The crowd cheered in succession.
Kylee looked around. A **show** was brewing. Kylee didn’t want to get humiliated again. But she was here for one thing.
“Oh. And babe? I just wanted to let you know. David and I? We’ve made love. It was… ***Tribal*** . He thinks I do it better than you ever could.” Jane taunted. She pushed Kylee back a little. The crowd murmured in anticipation.
“Wait? We never had sex.” David chimed in.
“What did you say?” Kylee lowered her voice. Ignoring David.
“The sex… Was Tribal.” Jane repeated.
That was the straw that broke the camels back.
Kylee punched Jane. Hard. Jane’s head flew back into the counter. The stool tipped over. The Goth fell to the floor, collapsing with a *Thump!*
The crowd gave a sympathetic “Ooooh!”
“You like that bitch?!” Kylee yelled out to the downed woman. Jane stirred slightly. She turned. Accidentally exposing her ass in the tasteful black netting she put on.
Jane slowly got up. Mouth open, shocked.
Soon, the shock turned to anger. A grimace soon replaced the weak expression on her face.
“Oh… You made Goth Kylee mad.” David piped in again.
Jane moved in an instant. Wrapping Kylee in a suplex and throwing her to the floor.
Kylee slammed into the ground. She cried out and clutched her lower back. Which bore the brunt of the damage. She was given no respite. However. Jane dove into her. And started to pound relentlessly on the poor female.
The crowd cheered on as the two women started beating down on one another. Kylee gripped onto Jane’s tank top. Exposing that she was wearing no bra. Jane planted her hand on Kylees chest. And started to beat down on her.
Kylee threw back punches of her own. Mainly at Jane’s exposed stomach. Jane doubled over at times. But stayed strong. Determined to outlast the other woman.
“Damn! How much can one girl take!?” One of the bikers yelled out. Apparently. A lot.
The two woman fought each other to exhaustion. But Kylee gassed out sooner. Her punches faltered with each successive strike delivered by Jane. Until she stopped completely. Leaving her grip off of Jane’s tank top and leaving no resistance to Jane’s beating.
Jane was ferocious now. She clutched Kylee by the throat and pushed herself closer to the beaten woman. Their chests pressed up against each other. Kylee moaned softly. Her shirt was now open. Her bra showing. And her hair a mess.
Jane pushed harder against the beaten blonde. “Ungh! I admit… You’ve been improving. But you’re still no match for me… *Babe* . “ Jane taunted.
Kylee whimpered softly and pushed at Jane’s chest weakly. “Too hard…” She said quietly.
Jane got up slowly. And sat over her opponent. The crowd was cheering her on. But she wasn’t satisfied. Kylee needed to **Learn** her lesson.
Jane took off her denim jacket and threw it at the defeated female. She picked Kylee up by the hair. Holding her up to the crowd. And throwing her into the back of a barstool. The crowd groaned in sympathy.
“What now? Want a rematch now?!” Jane taunted. She pulled Kylee back into the center of the bar and laid her hands on Kylees ass.
“Why’d you wear this tonight, huh?! You wanted to steal my man!?” She tore off the shorts. Revealing pink lingerie. A small red heat decorated the middle of the underwear.
Jane looked over at the crowd. “This… Bitch! Tried to steal my man from me!”
“Wait? Who are you guys? Where am I?” David confirmed.
The biker gang. Having only one side of the story. Cheered and hollered as Jane stripped Kylee of her shirt.
“Yeah! Get her Jane!” Said a biker
“That’s what those home-wreckers deserve! … Unless I’m the one doing it.” Said another.
“I’m very confused.” David chimed in once again.
Kylee was lucid at this point. She stumbled up and supported herself by the counter. Her breasts pressed against the bar table. She groaned and tried to get her bearings.
“Wha…What?” She muttered in confusion.
Jane. Who had taken off her tank top. Cradled Kylee gently. Kylee. Who was still unaware of her surroundings, fell into her opponents arms.
“Who…Wait… Jane?” She mumbled weakly.
Jane undid her opponents bra. Tearing off the underwear and tossing it aside.
“Yeah… Me…” Jane taunted.
She threw Kylee across the room, colliding her to a bar chair. Kylee slammed into the green leather, clutching her stomach.
Jane stripped her skirt off. “I warned you.” She sighed. Leaving her stocking on.
She walked over to the blonde. The crowd cheering her on. As the woman approached. Kylee slammed herself into Jane. Throwing both of the women to the ground.
Jane writhed around. Before getting up to a crawl.
“Still… Ungh…. Got some fight left?” She growled out. A pained expression on her face.
Kylee sat on her thighs. Throwing weak punches as Jane grabbed her by the hair once more.
“What are you?” Jane growled.
“Fuck…You…” Kylee responded
Jane threw her into another barstool. Getting up, and kicking her in the chest. Kylee clutched her left tit and cried out.
Jane picked up a bottle of vodka. Slamming it on the poor blondes face. The bottle didn’t break. But Kylee fell back from the blow. She tried to crawl away. Only for Jane to uncap the bottle. And pour it over Kylees body.
“Pathetic.” Jane spat at her. Kylee sat still and let the vodka wash over her. Her face full of shame.
Jane pulled her up. Taking the vodka with her. And sat Kylee down at a bar booth. She sat on Kylees lap. And took a swig of vodka.
She held Kylees face, and kissed her in front of the entire crowd. Spitting out her vodka in Kylees mouth. Kylee moaned. But took it. Her only resistance being her nails digging into Jane’s stomach as they kissed.
Jane let out a small moan with the kiss. Before pulling back and spitting on Kylees face. The saliva started to flow down to her chest.
Jane pushed herself closer to Kylee. The two chests embraced once again. Their faces just a centimeter from each other.
“What are you?”
**No response**
Jane twisted Kylees nipple. She yelped out. Only for Jane to stick two fingers into Kylees mouth. The blonde moaned in protest. But lowered her head. Waiting for Jane to pull her hand out.
“You **Know** what you are now. I want you to say it. I want you to tell me what… You… Are.” Jane finalized.
“I’m…” Kylee faltered.
“Say. it.” Jane ordered.
“I’m a ****Loser**** “ Kylee admitted.
It was over. She lost. Again…
Jane nodded. Pulling the defeated females head closer. She stuck her tounge out and licked her. Kylee exhaled softly as she did it. Jane pulled back. And spat on her again.
“Good girl.” Jane finished.
Jane pulled Kylee by the hair. She laid the woman down on the floor. And sat on her chest.
“No…” Kylee pleaded.
Jane ignored her and moved in for a facesit. She planted her ass in Kylees face. Grinding on the defeated female.
“Woah. Hey…you can cool it now, you already won. Right?” David piped in. A shocking sign of intelligence from him.
Jane ignored him and continued to grind on the emotionless Kylee. Finally stopping to claw at her opponents breasts. Kylee yelped out. But stayed silent.
“You’re a home wrecker? Right?”
“Yes.” Kylee responded quietly.
Jane inhaled deeply, arched her back. And passed gas, grinding her ass over Kylee to cement her victory.
“Ah! Wait! No!” Kylee held her breath. Clawing at Jane’s ass. When the smell dissipated she gasped out loud.
“I lost Jane! You wanted me to tell you. It’s over!”
Jane shook her head. “Nah. You came here. You assaulted **Me** . The least you could do is live out your little *rematch* …” Jane ordered.
“Now. **Inhale** .” Jane ordered. Passing out another heap of gas.
Kylee waited for a second. Then inhaled deeply. Gagging slightly from the fart.
The crowd was silent now. Jane sat up. And turned around. She peeled her black net stockings off.
“Eat me out.” She ordered. Kylee obliged. She knelt in front of the victor and began to service her. David left the room.
Kylee moaned softly as she did it. Taking the liberty to finger Jane. Lucky for her. Jane was into it.
“What are you?” Jane gasped out. Clearly aroused.
“A loser.” Kylee admitted again.
“Good girl.” Jane exhaled and pushed Kylee away.
She turned the woman to her side, and planted her foot on her face. Kylee closed her eyes and let it happen. Surrendering herself completely.
Jane picked her clothes up and left the Bar. she turned back one final time to look upon her work.
“Loser.” She taunted. Before leaving into the night.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/n3s1d5/a_sequel_to_beach_time_brawl_bar_time_brawl