For Britney, the fight held no such attraction; it was simply another fight in her career; one that would inevitably lead her to one more title in a long list of titles. The two twenty-something women faced each other in front of a small - and very select - audience on the shore under the shade of palm trees a respectful distance away. Victoria in a tight black triangular two-piece bikini that looked painted on her thin, lithe body. Britney, as was her wont, chose more provocative attire - a purple string bikini.
Victoria was nervous; she was fighting in front of David for the first time and her nervousness was reflected at the start as the two women slowly circled, taking tentative swipes with a hand that was easily parried by their opponent. Victoria made the first definitive move by lunging forward that Britney dodged and they resumed their slow build up. She balled up her fists and started to lash out wildly, hoping to drive Britney backward. But Victoria moved forward only a couple of steps before her wrists were grabbed and she and Britney began to tussle. Initially they fought at long distance, but the gap between them soon narrowed to mere centimeters as they grappled in a tight circle, kicking up sand as their feet scuffed for purchase in the loose sand.
Britney released one of Victoria's wrists and pushed out her palm, catching the Brit in the face and stopping her in her tracks with a little squeal. Victoria responded immediately, hooking her free arm around the American's and getting a firm handful of blonde hair; pulling to one side. Britney used her freed up hand to return the favor, pulling the hair at the side of Victoria's head to turn her head.
Victoria had little choice but to move closer to Britney, partly to come to grips with her younger opponent but also to play to the audience, especially her husband who was salivating at the sight of two luscious sweaty bodies slithering belly-to-belly. Britney was also quite capable of playing up to the crowd and she brought up her other hand up and began to pull and tug Victoria's shorter, darker hair. The battling Brit responded in kind as their bodies slapped together and began to rub and brush erotically as they each emitted grunts and squeals!
However appealing this was to the audience, it was getting neither woman anywhere until Britney suddenly let go of Victoria's hair with her right hand and slid it down the back of her tight black bikini bottom. As her experienced fingers gripped and pinched the ex-Spice Girl's arse, Victoria let out a distinctly un-posh like, "You dirty slut!" She arched her back in pain which had the affect of pressing Victoria's bikini front up against Britney's, adding to the sensual sensations each was feeling in this fight.
Britney smirked in her characteristically bitchy and smug way which only enraged Victoria further. She released one hand from the blonde's hair, putting it on Britney face and using it to force her head backward. Britney winced with pain as her neck was strained and the two fighters upper bodies moved apart even as their pelvis's ground harder against one another....until Britney suddenly raised her knee into Victoria's crotch! She let out a strangled cry of pain and obscenity as her attack on Britney lost its intensity.
Britney brought both hands up, grabbed Victoria by the shoulders and pulled her forward over her leg. Victoria was sent sprawling forward onto the warm sand where she lay both painfully and embarrassed after having the breath knocked out of her. Britney paused just long enough to let Victoria roll onto her back before she started to lash out with her bare feet. Britney hopped from side to side, looking for an opening to be exploited or to catch one of Victoria's ankles. Britney's movements forced Victoria to keep repositioning her butt as she turned her body to keep her flailing feet aimed at Britney until she finally caught Victoria's left ankle in her right hand. Britney moved forward aiming for the pin, but instead she had to dodge another kick aimed at her crotch!
Despite failing to strike her intended target with the kick, Victoria did land a solid blow on Britney's ankle, causing it to give way. The blonde American landed hard on her butt in the sand and before Britney could react, Victoria launched a barrage of kicks, some missing but others making painful contact with Britney's belly and boobs, knocking the American over backward while raising her husbands hopes!
Britney lost her grip on Victoria's ankle, allowing Victoria to roll over and scramble to her hands and knees. Britney was sufficiently alert that she rolled over in a similar pose facing Victoria, then they closed on each other; claws flashing as each tried to gain a grip on the other.
Victoria gained the advantage first, getting a hold of Britney's long hair and pulling her to her but it allowed Britney to retaliate, taking a grip of Victoria's short dark hair with first one, then both hands. With their hands enmeshed in the others hair, the two women slowly and painfully pulled each other erect on their knees. The struggle continued in silence, each photogenic face grimacing in pain as the audience watched breathlessly eager to see which diva would prevail in their struggle. After several minutes of intense hair pulling, it was Britney's hair that gave first and Victoria let out a cry of delight as a big handful of blonde hair was torn free!
"A bottle blonde I see! I knew it, you slut!" hissed Victoria triumphantly brandishing Britney's hair.
Britney's response, once the pain had subsided, was to drive her fist into Victoria's left breast. The skimpy material of her bikini top offered no protection against the vicious blow and Victoria's mood of joy was replaced with a screech of anguish as she clutched her damaged breast in both hands, her 'blond trophy' hair fluttering to the sand at her feet. Britney followed that punch with a hard slap across Victoria's face, swinging with all her might and landing it with a THWACK audible to the audience.
Victoria's head snapped to the right and as she rocked back upright, barely recovered from that vicious blow and the pain in her breast, she saw the American leaping forward. Britney grabbed Victoria's shoulders and pushed her back until they fell over with the ex-Spice Girl under Britney. The blonde American now took charge of the contest as she decided the time had come to bring it to a fitting conclusion. Using her left forearm to pin Victoria down, Britney thrust her free hand down between their two writhing bodies, pushing it down under the front of Victoria's sweaty black bikini bottom.
"Lets see what you got Miss British no body?" hissed Britney her voice dripping in bitchy, malicious intent.
Victoria had previously suffered badly from this sort of attack and as a reflex tried to bring her knee up into Britney's crotch but Britney already had her legs wrapped around Victoria's to prevent it as her fingers greedily started to grip and abuse Victoria's pussy and pubic triangle. The pain shot through Victoria like electricity and she had to fight back tears at the humiliating pain being inflicted on her in front of her husband. Victoria tried to push Britney's head up seeking relief, but when it brought none, she desperately ripped off Britney's skimpy, nay negligible, bikini top - exposing the American stars full breasts and already stiff nipples.
Full of vicious and bitchy intent, Victoria used both hands to grab Britney's larger breasts squeezing, twisting and kneading the flesh until they started to grow red. Victoria was certain she could hear cries of support from her husband but Britney's scream of anguish drowned out Victoria's own scream when Britney redoubled her attack on Victoria's still covered pussy.
Suddenly, Britney stopped and pinned Victoria with her forearm, using her now freed up hand to take hold of her short black hair and shaking the British diva's head back and forth in the sand. Victoria grew desperate, no matter how much torture she inflicted on Britney's breasts, and the damage was substantial, she was suffering even more. In animalistic desperation and panic Victoria let got of Britney's battered breasts and reached down, grabbing the sides of her purple bikini bottom and pulling up hard while voicing a string of expletives.
The audience, sitting directly behind Britney got the almost perfect view as the sand covered and sweat drenched article bit deep into the young American's womanhood. Now it was Britney's turn to scream as her crotch suffered cruelly and her attention was forced from hurting Victoria to simply protecting her own body. Victoria felt a sense of relief as the burning pain in her pussy subsided to a dull ache while Britney scrabbled to protect herself, whimpering as she did so.
What saved Britney from suffering as much as Victoria was the thin purple material of her bikini bottom which gave way under the stress. The suit was intended to look good and not to hold up under the claws of a vicious opponent. Nevertheless, the pain she suffered encouraged Britney to roll Victoria off her in order to seek respite. Victoria herself was grateful for the break and she lay in the sun as it beat down on her pale sweaty body which was now covered in sand; her dark minge clearing showing the signs of the punishment she'd suffered - which only fueled her thirst for vengeance. Britney was now naked, and as she lay in the sun breathing hard, her bare breasts showed the deep red marks where Victoria had twisted and squeezed the pale flesh.
Conscious of her husband, David, sitting nearby watching her and not wanting to disappoint him, Victoria rolled onto her hands and knees, looking for Britney who was just stirring herself. Victoria was on her and before Britney could anything but raise the feeblest resistance, she was seated astride her toned stomach. As Britney struggled trying to free herself, Victoria fended off her efforts with one hand, stretching out the other behind her and taking tight grip on Britney's neatly trimmed blonde pussy.
Not surprisingly, Britney reacted violently and tried to sit up, her hands grasping Victoria's bikini top. Victoria slapped her down, maintaining her grip on the young American woman's pubic hair. But as Britney fell back into the sand. she pulled Victoria’s black top down, exposing the Brit's smaller breasts with their stiff brown nipple at full point.
"Bitch!" shrieked Victoria when she realized she’d been exposed.
Deciding the time had come to demonstrate her superior womanhood, Victoria let go of Britney’s pussy and threw herself on Britney with her breasts atop Britney's, her own hard nipples stabbing into the Yanks already sensitive breasts. Britney let out a series of expletives as Victoria expertly used her smaller breasts like weapons, jabbing and inflicting pain - and no little embarrassment - on her bigger boobed opponent.
Instinctively, Britney grabbed Victoria's short hair and the ex-Spice Girl responded in kind. They started to pull frantically at each other's hair, their sand and sweat coated bodies pressed hard together so close there was little else to grab or punch. Maniacally, they rolled around the sand, their bodies slipping and sliding, legs jostling, pussy's and breasts rubbing, bellies bouncing!
First Victoria was on top, then Britney would roll her over and assume the dominant position. The air was thick with obscenity and abuse that could be heard clearly by the audience who were getting exactly what they paid their money for. Britney momentarily took advantage while she was on top for the umpteenth time, sliding her hand between their writhing bodies and getting a grip on one of Victoria's erect nipples.
Her howl of protest made Britney think she’d won but in dropping her own guard, she allowed Victoria to clamp one hand over her nose and the other over her mouth. Desperate for air, Britney tried to pry Victoria's hands away to no avail. Victoria followed up, pressing and grinding her crotch against the young American. After the sensual experience of battling another women, young, inexperienced Britney was already fully aroused - as was Victoria. But Victoria was on top and in pinning Britney, she was able to exploit her dominance. It only took a few hard thrusts before Britney’s nubile body began to quiver, shake and she started to moan out loud.
Then, with the suddenness of a crashing wave, Britney shuddered, screamed, arched her back and then went limp with a sigh that could easily have been mistaken for pleasure. Victoria savored her position before sitting upright in full view of the crowd who could ogle her sweaty body and her stiff, erect nipples. She closed the show by straddling Britney's flushed face and rubbing back and forth. Britney was too weak to resist and it took less than a minute for Victoria to achieve her own satisfaction. Then, Victoria got off of Britney and walked to the audience, intent on sharing her victory with husband David, confident she could humiliate any woman daring and foolish enough to face her.