Nightmares of Futures Past
A Shot of Brandy, Part One
vs 
Brandy vs Angela Bassett
NOTE - This story immediately follows Stripped Chiaki, Part Two
"Look I don't wanna hear it!" and she still ended up hearing it, anyway "No," more crap, "no, I told you!" MORE CRAP! She damn near swerved into a car as she kept hearing more and more BAD NEWS FROM THIS "WHAT DO I PAY U FOR!?!?! WHAT THE FUCK DO I PAY YOU FOR!?!?!" she nearly caught the side of another car as she swerved AGAIN and had to finally admit that she "I CAN'T DO THIS! I" but the voice on the other end squawked back even harder and that only made her just miss catching another car as the blaring horn honks and screaming insults became too much to bare "I GOTTA GO! I GOTTA CALL YOU BACK!!!! I'LL CALL YOU BACK!!!! DON'T WORRY," she swerved again and realized that she was driving too damn FAST "DON'T FUCKIN WORRY ABOUT WHERE I'M AT, DAMN! YOU CAN'T EVEN," more shitty-ass excuses, more veering and more curses about how shitty her driving was "YOU CAN'T EVEN FUCKIN DO YOUR FUCKIN JOB! JUST GET IT DONE, DAMN!!!!"
With that she threw her cellphone down into the empty passenger seat and it ricocheted off the passenger door as she swerved again! Then it clattered to the floor as she realized she had to get the fuck off the highway or else she'd be in even more fuckin trouble than she already was! I just can't DO THIS ANYMORE!!!! She barely caught the exit and she knew if she got caught all tanked the fuck up like this, it was LIGHTS OUT! She cut off another car, gotta get offa this fuckin NIGHTMARE! As her car hauled ass down the off-ramp she was feeling that all too familiar buzz of beer, sex and stress! I just need to make it a little bit further, she kept telling herself! This fuckin lawsuit shit, she hung a hard right, barely aware of the tires squealing as she took the corner, barely making the fuckin light "SORRY!" she yelled from her top drop Porsche!
"FUCK OFF BITCH!!!!" was barely heard by the stressed out singer, turned actress, turned catfighter, turned FAILURE, TURNED FLOP, TURNED TURNED-OUT!!!!
Fuck do they know! I didn't do that shit on purpose! I DIDN'T DO THAT SHIT ON PURPOSE!!!! I didn't… I didn't?
"OH, LOOK OUT!!!!" he barely had time to dive back towards the street as the diva's death proof jet black Porsche whizzed through the Beverly Hills red light nearly killing him as he crossed!
"SORRY!!!!" I think…
She put her open-toed shoe down and put the peddle-to-the-metal! The piece of automotive engineering easily eased its way through the next gear and she was quickly whisking her way through the posh big boulevards, headed for the home of a former friend. Well, not really a "home", but? And… is she even a friend? Former friend, I know she's there… She's the only one who would go back to the Training Hall, it has to be her! I just haveta get there before she leaves! I haveta hurry! I can at least settle shit with her, AT LEAST WITH HER!
Even as she zoomed along through these streets and ever-increasing well-to-do homes, she knew one absolute truth… Her life had pretty much melted down to shit on a stick! She was still a Ragged Lady at heart so just like all the times she'd gotten her cunt kicked while she was in Stone Rage's Battle Zone Celebrity Catfight League. She was really still just a pussy, still just a weak little bitch and even her high-priced piece of crap car was an automatic instead of a stick-shift. The sun would be up soon, but she knew that her former friend would be at the old training lodge that they used to practice at… for what it was worth…
Elsewhere;
The solitude was… refreshing… the peace and quiet, at least for a little while… was… refreshing… Concentrate and center, she said to herself… She enjoyed the feel of the fact that she'd had a good workout over the last few days, just a chance to get away and be by herself. Her body was still in great shape and the last few days had proven that… not like she didn't already know, but still? Even as she reflected on everything she kept her eyes closed and continued to let everything seep away, all expectations, all anxiety and all the stress, even everything that had been transpiring over the last three days. It was time for her and HER ALONE! No husband, no children, just… her… and this place… and all the memories that went with it.
No sooner did the thought cross her mind, she remembered her matches in the Battle Zone! Noh, she tried to keep her focus, but she could see it all too clearly "Noh" she murmured. But the more she tried to concentrate, the more she tried to focus "I have to see my way past this." she whispered "I have to let go" but she felt the sharp sting of the steel chair and she winced. She swallowed down a soft moan, as she remembered? Noh, I have to move past this. But she remembered quite clearly that her time was spent mostly flat on her back like some hooker "Nhf," she licked her lips as she could see every move, every punch, every kick and the fact that she just couldn't get out of the way "focus… I have to focus…"
But even sitting in this training hall that they'd all poured their hopes and dreams into? It was never about the money as she remembered them celebrating when the place was finished. Everything was top-notch! No expense was spared to make this a real Training Hall, even now… she could see them all standing there smiling, laughing "We had big dreams, we were gonna be big time…" she whispered… and even in her whisper it was as empty and lifeless as this place had become over time… lost… forgotten… in time…
What happened to all of our dreams? She knew she was SUPPOSED to let go, that was what she had learned in all these years… but? Master Dosun's teaching were always elusive at times like this… and a pretty good reason why he stopped teaching her… as she asked herself quietly, in this dimly lit place "What happened… to all of our dreams... We were so successful at first… in our careers, it should have transferred over, it should have? But why didn't it?" Struggling, she continued to try to look within herself to explain this colossal failure, this monumental? This?
Reality intruded as the hopes of the past were washed away in the desolate and empty waste of the present "This place… is a monument to our failure…" She continued to sit in a lotus position, with her eyes closed, struggling to smell that fresh scent of pine wood that was used to create this place and not the stagnant sent of washed away mildew from years of neglect.
It took me days to clean this place up, she'd failed, again, and was now firmly rooted in the past… firmly rooted in failure "I gave it everything I had…" she murmured, but it was more of a weak and soft whine… even she felt the harsh reality of how badly they got beat, SHE GOT BEAT! "Bitch," she whispered "you fuckin bitch… Everything fell apart so fuckin fast," she shuddered at the fact that "everybody just went there own fuckin way… left me twisting in the wind… Useless bitches… all of'em… useless fuckin bitches… I believed in us, we were supposed to do… big things… big things…"
But even she realized that their careers had now gone the exact same way as their one time team "Team Whitney… what a joke," Angela opened her eyes as she could sense it, she knew she was here "Team Whitney…" she glanced at the wall, at the beautiful portrait picture that they took when they opened this place "Team Whitney?" then she choked back her bitterness, her tears… and she shook her head slower as she seethed "It should've been Team Basset… not some tired ass crack-whore who turns her back on her friends."
Right on cue, Angela heard the faintest of creeks and she knew that she was behind her, trying to be sneaky… as usual "Haven't had enough of rear-endin people," she looked over her shoulder "Brandy?"
She stopped, Brandy stopped and "Hmpfh, that's funny comin from a bitch who let herself get stripped and shit and then just up-and-QUIT!"
Angela smiled, chuckled, then looked straight ahead again "You're drunk, Miss Black African Princess. Clearly you haven't learned a goddamn thing with the 405 incident."
Brandy started to rush forward "Why YOU!?" but even intoxication couldn't mistake the fact that Angela was a totally different person than all those years ago, so Brandy glanced around the Hall and decided to change the subject "I'd heard you were up here." She walked over to one of the empty trophy cases that was supposed to house their pictures and belts from all the fun fuckin times they were gonna have in the Battle Zone.
"I decided to come back here because I heard about the shit going on with J-Lo and how she'd run off to Vegas." Angela closed her eyes again and tried to find her center.
"You curse too much Angela. You never used to curse when"
"And you talk too much." Angela sighed.
Brandy stood motionless for a second, okay… bitch "Look..."
"No you look. I didn't ask you to come here. Clearly the fact that you're out and about it must mean you're close to settling with the victims families."
Now it was Brandy's turn to snap "FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!?!? Why you, WHY" she rushed up behind Angela and made it clear she was gonna attack, but Angela sat there "Why do you haveta bring that shit up!?!?"
"How did you know I was in here Brandy?" Angela could feel the fact that Brandy had moved from behind her… and was now to her left "Why did you come here?"
Brandy looked Angela up and down "Fuck is all this Miss Miyagi shit? You gettin part in a Jim Kelly remake? You practicin for Kill Belinda instead of Kill Bill?"
Angela smirked "Still a dumbass. What the hell was I thinking to team up with you and a functional crack whore?" Brandy started to slap the shit out of Little Miss Meditater, but Angela told her "I know Whitney tossed Ray-J to the curb Brandy." Brandy's mouth fell open and she stood there stone-stiff as Angela added "And I know that you've lost every single dime you have to the lawyers and the civil suit." Brandy made a choked off whining noise that Angela had heard all too often when they were members of Team Crack Whore "You came here because you wanna get back in shape and go back to the Battle Zone…" Angela opened her eyes slowly and looked at her one-time-teammate with more bitter disgust than in some motherly mentor manner as she said "Don't you?"
Brandy could feel her? She felt trapped, like she was hemmed in somehow. She turned away in disgust as she remembered the conversation with her lawyer on the way over to this DUMP! I didn't think anybody would be in this SHITHOLE!
"Why don't you try talking to me, instead of that empty-ass head of yours?" Angela smirked again, closed her eyes, and looked forward as Brandy stormed back over towards her!
"YOU FUCKIN BITCH! I DIDN'T DO IT!!!!"
"If you mean pay attention on the 405, sure, I agree with you on that."
"FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!?!?"
"You," Angela opened her eyes "you and the crappy ass past that we share. That's my fuckin problem, and bitch?" Brandy backed off slowly as Angela sneered at her "You better not try that run-up on me shit again. I might take you seriously and do something to hurt you. I don't think you can cover any hospital bills right now."
Okay, OKAY! SEE NOW, Brandy started slinging her summer suit coat off "OKAY, BITCH! That's IT! Now," she tossed it aside, unbuttoned her blouse "NOW I'M ANGRY! Fuck, you just" she took her blouse off in disgust "NOW YOU," she tossed it onto the floor "Now we goin fight up in this bitch, GET IT! COME ON, COME GET IT!!!! GET UP!" She took her Rolex off, tossed, WHOA! She placed it onto one of the empty mantles that lined the wall. She was angry, somewhat drunk, BUT NOT CRAZY!
Angela sat there… as Brandy fumed and railed "GET UP! C'MON YOU OLD BITCH! I'll, I'MA? KNOCK YOUR DENTURES DOWN YOUR THROAT!!!! I'ma? I'MA HIT CHU SO HARD THAT YOUR HAIR'S GONNA BE NATURALLY STRAIGHT FOR THE REST OF YA LIFE!!!! GET UP!!!! C'MON, COME GET IT!!!!"
Angela took a deep breath… then she got up… slowly… even in this dimly lit monument to dreams deferred it was obvious that Angela and Brandy were light-years apart. She turned around and saw the fact that Brandy was standing there in her bra and power suit skirt "You look like you just came from court."
"Fuck does that matter? LEMME WHIP YO ASS! COME ON!" Brandy motioned for Angela to put her hands up!
But Angela gave her a disgusted look "You're drunk, dumbass. Kickin your butt won't even count, not like you got much butt to kick."
Brandy scowled "I GOT PLENTY A JUNK-IN-THE-TRUNK!!!! ENUFF TA WHIP YOUR GRANNY ASS!!!! COME ON AUNT JEMIMAH! SING MEH SOME NEGRO SPIRITUALS!!!! FIX ME SOME PANCAKES, BITCH!!!!"
Angela sneered "Startin ta push it BAP. You'd best ta sit your light-in-the-ass, manslaughterin-self down, before I dot both your eyes and cross your T's."
Brandy laughed "Oh, GRANDMA GOT JOKES!?!?! LEAST I DIDN'T GET STRIPPED AND DRIVEN OFF!!!!"
"I left because I had sense, and clearly you still don't. You musta had too many shots of brandy, Brandy."
"OHHH, MORE JOKES!?!? COME ON, HAVE AT CHU!!!!" Brandy unloaded and whiffed as Angela easily stepped back from her drunken wild flail attack "DON'T RUN GRANNY! SSI'LL COVER YOUR HOSPITAL STAY!" she swung again, but was easily sidestepped! She licked her lips, nodded, and admitted "Okay, okay, you're quick. You're quick, comes from all that runnin away!"
NOW, Angela attacked.
Brandy barely faded back from Angela's punch and it was more luck than skill! No sooner did Brandy get out of that, Angela was on her with another punch and the jokes were over with! The sensation of being belted right in the temple was pretty fuckin sobering "OH BITCH!" But just like before, Angela was right on top of the drunk disrespectful diva! The sound of her hitting Brandy echoed in this one-time Team Whitney Training Hall and the irony wasn't lost on either of these Black bitches. Even as Brandy was covering up like a coward it was clear that they weren't gonna act like or end this, in a lady-like manner.
Angela remembered quite clearly how that bitch Lauryn Hill embarrassed them at every turn! How she stripped her, BEAT HER AND BRANDY! I could've crept away, but I came back for your ass and got beat down even WORSE! But Angela didn't say shit, she let her hands do her talking as she actually caught Brandy with an open palm to her ribs!
Brandy cried out and tried to get some distance, but Angela was staying with her and she even taunted her "Fuck is all your mouth at now, bitch?"
"We're just getting OW!"
"SHUT UP! FOOL!" Angela followed up her shot to the little bitches' mouth with an actual CLOTHESLINE!
Brandy wailed for all she was worth as Angela didn't really clothesline her more so than barrel into her and power her down to the hardwood FLOOR! Drunk or NOT, Brandy knew that this bitch was HEATED! UGHNF! It wasn't my FUCKIN FAULT! I GOT PUNK'D TOO!!!! But Brandy felt Angela dragging her up by her hair! She remembered how hard she tried to fuck up Lauryn when she interrupted Lauryn's match against Britney Spears! Instincts took over as she remembered how badly she crotch-kicked Lauryn AND that no-talent hack, Britney! NEVER MIND HOW IT ENDED!
Angela saw Brandy's hand dart forward as she was pulling the bratty little Black American Princess up! Huh? "FUCK, YOU BITCH!?!?" Somewhere in or around Vegas, Vivica Fox was wincing as her least favorite move, the eye-rake, was once again back in HEAVY ROTATION! Angela howled and backed off as Brandy righted herself "SNEAKY LITTLE," but this time it was Brandy's turn to SHUT HER UP WITH HER FIST! She caught the Nubian MILF right in her mouth and then kicked her right in her CUNT! "HARGH!!!!"
As soon as Angela clutched her crotch, bent down and lurched forward, Brandy gave her everything she had and UPPER-CUT HER UPRIGHT! Then she shook her hand and practically RAN TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HALL "OW, SHIT!!!! I THINK I JUST BROKE MY FUCKIN HAND!!!!" THE PAIN WAS IMMENSE!
Angela had staggered over to the wall and was panting hard as hell as the reality of actually being HIT!?!? It had been HOW LONG since she'd sparred with the other students of Master Dosun and HOW MUCH LONGER since she'd fought in the Battle Zone "FUCKIN BITCH! A LOW-BLOW!?!? TWO FUCKIN LOW-BLOWS!?!?" She leaned against the wall holding her aching cunt! BITCH! Bitch fuckin, fuckin caught me just right! JESUS CHRRRIST IT HURTS! "FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!? I DIDN'T FUCKIN CHEAPSHOT YOU!?!?"
Brandy was shaking her hand and desperately trying to make sure she hadn't broken it "I'm TIRED OF EVERYONE TALKIN DOWN TO MEH!!!! SHIT! I BROKE MY FUCKIN HAND ON YOUR HARD-ASS FOOL HEAD!!!! And an eye-rake is a cheap shot, not a low-blow! OW! I NEED SOME ICE FOR THIS!"
Brandy tried to remember where the kitchen was in this rat-trap? Meanwhile Angela was trying to regain her bearings "You haven't changed at all," she muttered "no wonder we always got beat the fuck up. Those dumbass shirts? 'Team Whitney'? Bullshit… a load of bullshit! You can stop lookin for some fuckin sympathy from Me." she sneered "You never did pay enough attention." Brandy looked at Angela and started to say something but Angela pushed herself up off the wall "Let's finish this. Let's finish this,"
"But my"
"let's finish this, lets finish this!"
"My hand, my"
"U weren't worried about your hand when you took those cheap shots."
"All right," Brandy nodded "all right. So I guess this is how it has ta be?"
"Yeah, I guess so, fake-ass, 'Bama-bitch."
"Oh, see, I'm not even from Ala..."
"SHUT UP! You just shut the fuck up!" even Brandy could see that Angela was… really startin ta freak out about far more than this shit here.
Brandy nodded slowly "Okay… okay… you wanna go… then let's go." Brandy looked up and down Angela's body as the buzz from the beer was all but gone. The leotard workout gear that Angela was sporting hadn't stood out to the troubled Black American Princess till now. Or was it a leotard? She was sporting sheer black, leotards? On her legs, it was dim in here or was it, the booze? Either way, the bitch had on a pair of neon or hot pink leg warmers that went with the same hot ass pink one piece bikini type top! Hmphf, trash. Fuckin ghetto gospel trash! Brandy could see that the top was overlapping the black leotards that covered Angela's legs… fuck does she think this is? Flashdance? But even with the snippy thoughts, Brandy put her hands up and saw the fact that Angela was still in tip-top shape, GREAT FUCKIN SHAPE!
Then she remembered, yessss she remembered that… When I was with Madonna's Generation Next, Melissa beat Halle's ass… We all got us a piece of that berry… Wonder what Angela taste like? Once I knock your ass the fuck out, I'ma strip your Black ass again and then… I guess I'll get my answer then…
Angela could see the little gears going through her one-time-teammates mind so she said "I guess since no one else listens to you, you got no choice but to talk to yourself." Brandy's mouth slid open as Angela added "I'm sure the conversation is pretty dull, like your dumbass."
Brandy's nipples hardened as she'd heard just about enough from the Golden Oldies Granma "C'MON THEN!!!!"
Angela screamed back bitterly "ALL OVER YOUR FACE, BITCH!!!!"
They closed quickly and Brandy unloaded a shot right to Angela's JAW! Angela came back with a right that sent Brandy backing up and out of the way of it! As soon as Angela came forward Brandy slapped the shit out of her! Then as she pulled back she closed her hand and shoved her fist right into Angela's face! Angela stood her ground and took it twice on the chin like a champ! Then she gave Brandy an awkward looking overhand RIGHT! Brandy winced and came back with another punch which was immediately blocked and countered by Angela! Brandy bitched hard, but stayed put and delivered another stinging slap that pissed Angela off even more! A quick left handed slap caught Angela again, but a gut-punch by Angela broke up Brandy's combo and sent the skinny little slut staggering back a bit! Brandy managed to move aside awkwardly and avoid Angela's follow-up, which pissed off the Nubian Empress Dowager!
Brandy tried to capitalize but Angela easily swatted aside her attempt with a huge huff of disgust! Then she threw another one of those weird ass overhand rights and Brandy knew that the bitch really had been learning how to REALLY FIGHT! She actually GASPED as she managed to get her face outta of the way and take the shot on her shoulder! But it turned her somewhat and she was quickly caught with a shot to her tits! Her black bra provided little protection and she shuffled backwards with a bark!
Angela's heart was racing and her whole body was alive again as she dished out another hard hit right to the bitch's heart-tit!
"SHIT!" Brandy was driven back and her arms damn near went down! I can't stand toe-to-FUCKIN-TOE WITH THIS OLD HAG! Soon as she re-gathered herself she was already being HIT AGAIN! She cried out in frustration as her tits were throbbing like hell from Angela scoring solid shots on her! She screamed and exploded into Angela and grabbed her face and RAKED HER EYES!
"BITCH!!!!" Angela screamed and pushed her off and heard her hit the fuckin floor but she couldn't see! MY FUCKIN "YOU LITTLE, BITCH!!!!"
Brandy scrambled to her feet! Her pussy was wet as all hell hearing that whining sound in Angela's voice! I just have to FINISH! Quickly she punched the staggering bitching MILF in HER CHEST! Angela cried out and tried to get distance, but took two more shots to her tits and then a slap to the side of her head "FUCKIN BITCH!?!?!" Then she felt Brandy grab her and drive her backwards and then she screamed "BIG MISTAKE BITCH!!!!"
Even as Penelope Cruz sat tending to her beautiful and busty boss, she couldn't help but smile. Yes, they'd gotten beat by Stacey and Traci, but? She caressed the side of Salma's head as she lay sound asleep, but then she smiled… and Jennifer couldn't help but ask her, ESPECIALLY with everything that had happened "Why, why are you smiling?" she asked quietly.
Penelope licked her lips and let that sweet, sick, sensation of sex and violence seep out in her sexy voice as she said "California roll… it's a great way to break a bulls charge… or toss out the trash… heh-heh… Basura… basura…" Jenn… had no clue what the fuck Penelope was talking about, but she could see that Penelope's nipples were hard… as… hell… You guys are weird…
Brandy's cunt creamed over as Angela took her momentum and turned it on her! Before she knew what the fuck had happened she felt Angela just give way! Then the bitches FOOT was in her cunt as she had the tightest DEATHGRIP on her arms! She wailed as Angela's nails bit into her biceps, but the fact that all of her fuckin momentum was being swapped and switched where she was now over top of this bitch that had effortlessly rolled onto her BACK, with her FOOT IN HER PUSSY! AND SENT HER SCREAMING OVER TOP OF HER AND THEN OFF INTO THE WILD BLUE YONDER!!!! She wailed hard as everything happened too fast for her and then WALL!!!! "ARGH!!!!" She folded up on herself like a pornstar compressed upside down! FUCKIN BITCH!!!! YOU CAN'T FUCKIN!?!?! FUCK WAS THAT SHIT!?!?! FUCK TAUGHT HER THAT!?!?! BITCH! BITCH! BITCH, FUCKIN BITCH!!!!
She, Brandy tried to collect herself but only cried out hard as the ringing noise in her ears, the fuckin room! Fuckin, she couldn't stop the room from spinning and the shock of being TOSSED LIKE A FUCKIN SALAD! She could feel the fact that her salad had been tossed and many of her little sideshow slut shows was in full effect and full view!
Angela was back on top of her, blurry vision and all "GET UP!"
Brandy YELPED "NOH, u fuckin" but Angela untangled her up-skirted ass easily! Brandy immediately eye "UHHL-BITCH!!!!" Angela beat her to the punch by actually punching her in the groin! As soon as Brandy reacted, Angela caught her with a heavy-handed bitch-slap that sent Brandy spinning hard right up against the wall "HARGH!"
The side of Brandy's face was pressed against the wall HARD, her eyes were SHUT TIGHT! And the corner of her mouth was a sloppy sheen from Angela LITERALLY slapping the SPIT OUT OF HER MOUTH! Fuckin BITCH!!!! She was dry-humping the wall with her power skirt up and whining like she was getting fucked hard as she gripped and rubbed her pussy with both hands "FUCKIN BITCH!?!?"
Angela realized that joining "Team Whitney" was a mistake from the DOOR "You were ALWAYS Whitney's LITTLE GIRL! YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!!" she spun Brandy back towards her by her shoulder and Brandy staggered and stumbled still stunned, but she yelped like the bitch in trouble that she was! Angela gut punched her and she dry heaved hard as hell! She immediately grabbed her gut as she swayed on her toes panting for air! Then she YELPED as Angela caught her on her chin, right where she'd bitch-slapped her earlier! Her head jerked and she slammed up against the wall with another yelp of bitter pain! She immediately cried out and actually pressed herself against the wall to stay the fuck up! But the quick swirling motion of being YANKED AND SPUN back towards Angela forced another bitter bitch-bark from her! YOU WON'T DO THIS TO MEH!!!!
She reached out and clawed.
ANGELA BARELY BLOCKED HER NAILED FINGERS THAT WOULD'VE DESTROYED HER FACE "Desperate little, BITCH!" Angela screamed!
"NNNOH! YOU WON'T DESTROY MEH!!!!" Brandy lunged into her! Her mind filled with how she ALWAYS GOT HER ASS BEAT BY LAURYN HILL!!!! NOT BY YOU! YOU'RE JUST LIKE MEH! YOU'RE A LOSER "JUST LIKE MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
They crashed onto the hardwood floor with Angela eating the worst of it! The back of her head bounced hard off the floor, ringing her bell instantly! She let out a sharp gasp and then fumbled and floundered under Brandy who quickly got on top of her! Angela kicked and thrashed once recognition set in that Brandy was on top of her "BITCH!" Then she felt Brandy pin her arms down with her knees and legs as she sat hard on her CHEST "BITCH!" She kicked out as she felt her body tense with the old feelings of being fucked up by Monica and Lauryn "GET… OFFA MEH!"
"NEVER! I'm the star here, MEH! I'm the star, I'm THE STAR! You won't destroy me, no one can destroy me!"
Both bitches were lost in space and freakin the fuck out over their MUTUALLY CRAPPY catfighting and career collapses! Angela struggled and nearly threw the little Black BRAT "FUCK OFF MEH!!!!" But Brandy groaned and moaned just as savagely as Angela did and kept pressing down on her tits, weighing on her chest and pushing the air from the Black beauty! Angela's sneakers skipped and scraped at the hardwood as she tried to get Brandy OFF OF HER! Then she finally got her feet flat and BRIDGED! BUT BRANDY HOWLED AT HER AND HELD ON!
THEN THEY BOTH WENT QUIET with only the soft sounds of their moans and groans playing off of these walls. The echo of Angela’s sneakers scuffing against the floor and the occasional moans and groans were all that was left. Brandy and Angela struggled and struggled and struggled and struggled… till Angela managed to turn sideways, much to Brandy’s chagrin. Still no words exchanged between the two except their groans and moans. Sultry, sexy, in its own way… they were having sex… and one of them was about to get drilled just a little too deeply for their beautiful Black pussies.
They were both Ragged Ladies anyway. They’d both had their cunts kicked more than enough times or hard or severe enough, that their tight little twats, their perfect little pussylips… were ragged from being fucked so hard, from being fucked-up so badly in their matches. Never mind that both these Ragged Ladies grew up in and had strong ties to the Black church…
There is really only two places that you can find some of the hottest fucks, the sweetest pussy at, and they are ironically direct opposites in social standing, etc. Either in the XXX world of sin and sex… or the chastity belt of church. Both of these two struggling faded stars were deeply involved in the church, but whereas Brandy eventually broke from that, Angela was still deeply involved. She embodied the lady by day and hooker in the bedroom by night. Brandy? Well… she was a hooker as she saw fit, whenever she saw fit… Even as they struggled on, Angela’s words were right on the money that, for Brandy?
Joining Team Whitney was a no-brainer. She’d been anointed to Heir Apparent to Whitney Houston and indeed the Mississippi Momma could do NO WRONG… at least for a while… at least for a while… But just like her surrogate mother, just like Queen Whitney, and just like Empress Angela… the sun went down… and never came back up… everything moved to mediocre and after time, over time… the world moved on… life moved on… and almost as if she never existed… everyone got over their shot of Brandy…
Brandy whined as Angela FINALLY threw her off! She collapsed onto her back panting like a bitch in heat, exhausted from trying to finish off Angela… and failing, as usual when it came to catfighting “Noh” she whined softly. But Angela, who was also panting hard, didn’t let up. She scrambled over, groaning between her panting breaths. And immediately grabbed Brandy.
A brief struggle ensued and Brandy’s skirt was once again up around her waist, exposing her bronzed brown garter belt and garters again, along with her stockings. She gasped and struggled, then pulled Angela aside her with a gasp! Angela lay somewhat crisscross overtop her, panting just as hard. They were a mess, but Brandy couldn’t help but smack Angela on her ass with all she had. Angela yelped and came back to life just in time for Brandy to get her back onto her back. They struggled again and spoke only in moans and groans of effort until Brandy was mounted back on top of the beautiful Black MILF. Again they went through the struggle, and struggle they did, till Angela again got sideways and Brandy held her firm between her thighs and legs, squeezing the air out of the Empress as their hands were interlocked in a struggle for more leverage.
Angela felt how hard her clit was and she was soaked with sex and sweat between her thighs from this long drawn out battle with the Deposed Princess of Pop. She tried to turn, tried to get her feet, tried to? But Brandy had her held fast finally and she kicked out at the air with her legs till she was totally on her side up underneath the Deposed Princess. She whined at the turn of events and bicycle kicked her legs hard, but she had no leverage. Her powerful legs and that exquisitely awesome ass of hers could not power her out of this one and she whined hard, letting her whines speak for her.
Looking down, feeling the Exiled Empress of Actresses trapped between her legs… Brandy was flush and panting with excitement. She was wet with excitement and she moaned hard as she held on while the Exiled Empress bicycle kicked her legs to no avail and then whined some more. She was beautiful, Brandy saw her in a whole new light and she remembered how she’d gotten that taste of Halle’s berry when Halle had gotten her cunt kicked by Melissa. Halle was sweet, tasty… and all too willing to follow their orders that night, but now?! Now, as she looked down at Angela, who was visibly exhausted.
Brandy remembered when her daddy used to take them fishing and the struggle? That struggle with that dag-on FISH! Dang thing knows it’s caught! Knows it’s over! But the dag-on thing keeps fighting and sometimes, sometimes? The line breaks. Or you reel it in too fast and it gets tangled up. Or something happens where… you just gotta let it go. Then it becomes “the one that got away.” But as Brandy looked at Angela’s face and saw her sleepy-eyed exhausted look? She knew, you ain’t gettin away. Not this time… this time I got the Big One…
Angela craned her neck and stared up at the old framed picture that they’d taken when they opened this place, as Brandy squeezed her hard and she groaned defiantly, kicked her legs… and leaked some more pussyjuice into her panties. She knew that this was it. She groaned long and hard and it quickly turned bitter and drawn out… till it was nothing but an anguished cry. Brandy was panting harder but not from exhaustion, but from the fact that she was mere moments away from finally catching a fuckin break. She licked her lips as she too felt the increased arousal between her legs and the pounding in her heart as she closed for the kill.
As soon as Brandy eased up, Angela started gasping for breath. Her hands and arms were just limp in Brandy’s grasp, she couldn’t squeeze an ounce of fight out of them anymore. Bitch, she cursed to herself, little bitch. She kicked out and groaned bitterly, but went nowhere. Then Brandy squeezed her again and she cried out and felt her whole body throbbing. Then Brandy eased off again and she kicked out weakly. Brandy gave her another squeeze and she raised her right leg and kicked desperately, till reality set in and she moaned hard like a broken bitch as her right leg kicked sporadically, then… trembled in the air hard… and fell. She gave off an exhausted moan and then just started moaning repeatedly, LOUDLY, as she panted for air.
Brandy heard exactly what she was saying and enjoyed her curses as she finally rolled the Exiled Empress of Actresses over onto her back. Angela let out an anguished moan as she was set flat on her back. Her cunt began clenching and flinching while her rock hard clit continued to drown in all of her excitement. She’d been outlasted and that made the situation even more intense as Brandy forced her hands above her head with an angry groan and stared down at her. She moaned up at her and weakly tried to raise her legs to kick her in the back of the head or get her knees up to, if I can just… if I can just… too tired, too fuckin, little bitch, little bitch wore me out. Meh, wore meh out? Little bitch, Angela moaned at her and shook her head slowly, but Brandy only emphasized her point by pulling Angela’s arms up by the wrist and then forcing them back to the hardwood with an angry groan.
Angela moaned weakly and turned her head to the side as she kicked out and then her legs stayed spread-eagled, bitch. She panted and licked her lips slowly. Her eyes were heavy as hell and she was clinging to consciousness from all of this crap. Can’t believe… bitch beat meh, meh? Have to, but she couldn’t move, she was totally spent. But that was before she felt Brandy inch up her body? What the, she finally could feel the fact that the wet spot on her chest was not just from her own sweat, but the sloppy pussy of the Deposed Princess. SHIT, FUCK!
She kicked out as Brandy promptly parked her sloppy pussied, pantied-ass, onto her FACE! Brandy trembled as the Exiled Empress wailed and kicked underneath her! The sensations sent shockwaves through her oft-times kicked cunt! She’d been taking a lot of hits from all of that 405 SHIT! But finally, FINALLY, some sort of good result. She licked her lips and groaned like a bitch in heat, like a WINNER! A winner getting her pussy screamed into by another bitch who’d thought she was tougher, better, STRONGER! But had to find out the hard way that she was just another weak bitch to be chewed up, tossed around and handed out to whatever dogs were ready to fuck that broken bitch!
Angela arched up and wailed into Brandy’s pussy and ass! Brandy’s scent was strong and she was soaked hot and heavy from all of this fighting! NOH! NOHHHHHHHHHH! BITCH, Jesus, BITCH U, NNHF! NOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH god, oh NOHHHHHHHHHH! NOH!
Angela kicked and kicked and kicked, but felt Brandy grind her Mississippi muff and ass even harder against her face! Like she was marking her territory with her twat! U BITCH!!!! CAN’T, I can’t, CaN’T breathe, u, BiTCH! CUNT, my, Angela’s cunt was trembling harder and harder and she was just dousing her thong with her sweetest Black berry juice! Brandy was squeezing her sweetest nectar out of her perfectly aged pussy. She drew her legs up as everything started going black and numb. She hated wasting, she immediately thought of how often her husband could coax her to give up her Black berry juice and now it was being wasted!
Perversion swept through her hard as she imagined being taken by her enemies. Her empire, her Queendom, in ruins, again. Defeated, burned down… and this time by a former ally. This time by a former neighboring Queendom, where hard times had finally caused them to turn on each other… and here she is… reamed out and ridden ragged by Brandy… with Brandy’s raunchy ass standing over top of her while her savage soldiers plead for their triumphant Deposed Princess to feed the defeated Empress to them… after a moments hesitation? Brandy relents… and that sweet Black berry juice is used to the fullest extent in a night of debauchery and raunchy FUCKING!
Angela let out a sharp and sudden! bitter and loud! BITCH-BARK! She pressed her legs together and yelped hard into her one-time-teammates sweet slutty pussy… then her legs opened as they hung suspended at the knees in the air. She looked like she belonged skewered on a cutting block as she trembled and went under from Brandy’s face-sitting finish. Her whole body convulsed and flinched, while her beautiful tits were already giving up small amounts of Empress’ Milk.
Brandy shuddered and came just as hard as Angela. She savored feeling Angela’s open mouth force out a hot blast of breath in a final attempt to stave off the inevitable, then… she felt the Exiled Empresses hot, wet tongue push out against her pantied-ass, right where her asshole was, which made it all the more sweet. That’s right, Brandy shuddered, lick my Black ass, lick my Black asshole, bitch. She ground herself against Angela’s face and heard Angela’s legs hit the hardwood like deadweight.
She sat there for a moment, just to be sure… then? With a shuddering sigh, she slowly got up and enough, raised her ass, and savored seeing the sheen of her sweat and sloppy pussy all over Angela’s freshly fucked-up face “What chu got ta say now bitch?” she murmured “Tongue all out, pussyjuice all over you’re face? I hear that works wonder for old age wrinkles, bitch.”
Brandy squatted there for a moment and then turned a bit and reached and rubbed Angela’s kicked cunt and savored the sensations of how soaked she was “I know you’re husband enjoys fuckin that pussy of yours, doesn’t he?” she whispered “Huh? What’s that, you say he’d rather have some Mississippi Muff? Well, I don’t know? I mean, I don’t just share my Mississippi Pie with just, any ole guy!” she laughed softly as she really was enjoying herself, playing in Angela’s pussy.
“Well, I gotta go. I gotta go now. ‘Cause we wuz teammates I won’t violate you while you all, knocked out! I wouldn’t wanna get locked up with Akon an shit, k bitch?” but then as she stood to her feet? “You know what?”
She nodded to herself and then as she stood straight up, she ran her hands up her legs. Lifted her skirt, enjoying her own heat. She then pried her panties down and shimmy-shimmy-shimmied them off. Stepped out of them carefully… then she actually sniffed them… and smiled, laughed softly “Here you go Angela.” She then bent down knowing that her bare ass and gleaming wet pussy were staring at anyone who could see her from behind “Why don’t you hold on to these, seeings how I came all over your face.” She stuffed her pussy soaked panties into Angela’s mouth, who immediately started hard breathing through her nose “Don’t worry… I think we’ll meet again… real soon…”
With that, Brandy slowly sashayed her way out, switching hard to appease her pussy and thinking about where could she go… to get this little problem “fixed”. She laughed and started humming her hit with Kanye West while her heels slowly echoed off of the hardwood floor as she made her deliberately slow exit into the cool California late night air…
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