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Shower Room Fight
(rev 10Apr2020)

Blonde Andrea looks down at the pool from her hotel room window, and sees that her man is flirting with Rachel again. And Rachel isn’t doing anything to discourage him. She laughs at something he says, then walks slowly to the edge of the pool and dives in. His eyes stay glued to her cute ass the whole way.

Andrea seethes. That tramp Rachel thinks she’s so hot, prancing around in that little pink bikini. But she doesn’t know who she’s dealing with. Andrea finds her tiniest bikini bottoms, and puts them on with a short-cropped tank top, barely large enough to contain her impressive breasts. Wait until he sees me in this, she thinks. He won’t be looking at Rachel anymore, that’s for sure.

Her anger grows as she watches Rachel swim over to her man, and climb out of the pool right in front of him, her body wet and glistening. Andrea wants badly to fight Rachel. She wants to hurt her. She’ll teach that little girl not to mess with a real woman’s man.

When her man gets up and goes to the workout room, Andrea decides it’s time to have a chat with Rachel. She goes down to the pool, walks up to Rachel, and embraces her as if greeting a friend. But she is no friend. She discreetly grabs the back of Rachel’s head by the hair, and pulls her head close so she can whisper into her ear.

“I thought I told you not to get near my man,” she says.

“Look Andrea, I’m not making a move on him,” Rachel says as she places her hand on Andrea’s chest and pushes back. “He just likes to talk...”

Rachel’s reply is cut short when Andrea delivers a short, hard jab to her bare belly, just above the navel. The punch is delivered at such short range that none of the other sunbathers notice that anything is amiss. Rachel is caught completely off guard. Her slender belly, though toned, is relaxed, and the blow achieves maximum effect as Andrea’s fist sinks deeply into her abdominal cavity. A guttural gasp escapes her lips, and her knees buckle.

Andrea keeps Rachel from falling and props her up against the wall, as if helping someone who has stumbled. She continues speaking quietly into Rachel’s ear, as she wraps the fingers of her right hand around Rachel’s throat and starts choking her.

“I don’t care whether you made a move on him or not, bitch,” Andrea whispers. “I told you not to get near him.”

Dazed and wobbly, Rachel begins to grasp that she is in a fight. She tries to pry Andrea’s fingers from her throat but is unable to dislodge them. She claws at Andrea’s face with her fingernails, but Andrea just tightens her grip.

Rachel is unable to breathe and is near blacking out. In desperation she raises her knee up hard into Andrea’s crotch. Andrea groans, and falls to her knees with her hands between her legs.

Released from Andrea’s grip, Rachel collapses to the ground. She rolls onto her back, one hand on her throat. Her belly rises and falls rapidly as her lungs strain for oxygen.

The commotion draws the attention of the other pool patrons, who now stare at the two bikinied women writhing on the ground, straining to regain their breath and composure.

After some time Andrea is able to get to her feet. “Let’s settle this somewhere we won’t be interrupted,” she says to Rachel. “I’ll be waiting for you in the shower room.”

Andrea walks over to the small building next to the pool. She enters the building, leans against the wet tile wall, and waits, facing the door.

Moments later, Rachel appears in the doorway. The two women glare at one another.

Keeping her eyes locked on her foe, Rachel reaches behind her, and locks the door.

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Description
Shower Room Fight
(rev 10Apr2020)

Blonde Andrea looks down at the pool from her hotel room window, and sees that her man is flirting with Rachel again. And Rachel isn’t doing anything to discourage him. She laughs at something he says, then walks slowly to the edge of the pool and dives in. His eyes stay glued to her cute ass the whole way.

Andrea seethes. That tramp Rachel thinks she’s so hot, prancing around in that little pink bikini. But she doesn’t know who she’s dealing with. Andrea finds her tiniest bikini bottoms, and puts them on with a short-cropped tank top, barely large enough to contain her impressive breasts. Wait until he sees me in this, she thinks. He won’t be looking at Rachel anymore, that’s for sure.

Her anger grows as she watches Rachel swim over to her man, and climb out of the pool right in front of him, her body wet and glistening. Andrea wants badly to fight Rachel. She wants to hurt her. She’ll teach that little girl not to mess with a real woman’s man.

When her man gets up and goes to the workout room, Andrea decides it’s time to have a chat with Rachel. She goes down to the pool, walks up to Rachel, and embraces her as if greeting a friend. But she is no friend. She discreetly grabs the back of Rachel’s head by the hair, and pulls her head close so she can whisper into her ear.

“I thought I told you not to get near my man,” she says.

“Look Andrea, I’m not making a move on him,” Rachel says as she places her hand on Andrea’s chest and pushes back. “He just likes to talk...”

Rachel’s reply is cut short when Andrea delivers a short, hard jab to her bare belly, just above the navel. The punch is delivered at such short range that none of the other sunbathers notice that anything is amiss. Rachel is caught completely off guard. Her slender belly, though toned, is relaxed, and the blow achieves maximum effect as Andrea’s fist sinks deeply into her abdominal cavity. A guttural gasp escapes her lips, and her knees buckle.

Andrea keeps Rachel from falling and props her up against the wall, as if helping someone who has stumbled. She continues speaking quietly into Rachel’s ear, as she wraps the fingers of her right hand around Rachel’s throat and starts choking her.

“I don’t care whether you made a move on him or not, bitch,” Andrea whispers. “I told you not to get near him.”

Dazed and wobbly, Rachel begins to grasp that she is in a fight. She tries to pry Andrea’s fingers from her throat but is unable to dislodge them. She claws at Andrea’s face with her fingernails, but Andrea just tightens her grip.

Rachel is unable to breathe and is near blacking out. In desperation she raises her knee up hard into Andrea’s crotch. Andrea groans, and falls to her knees with her hands between her legs.

Released from Andrea’s grip, Rachel collapses to the ground. She rolls onto her back, one hand on her throat. Her belly rises and falls rapidly as her lungs strain for oxygen.

The commotion draws the attention of the other pool patrons, who now stare at the two bikinied women writhing on the ground, straining to regain their breath and composure.

After some time Andrea is able to get to her feet. “Let’s settle this somewhere we won’t be interrupted,” she says to Rachel. “I’ll be waiting for you in the shower room.”

Andrea walks over to the small building next to the pool. She enters the building, leans against the wet tile wall, and waits, facing the door.

Moments later, Rachel appears in the doorway. The two women glare at one another.

Keeping her eyes locked on her foe, Rachel reaches behind her, and locks the door.

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