Spring Break Catfight Part 8
Jeanette watched Leslie's reaction as they humiliated her. But something was missing. Jeanette didn’t see the complete devastation in the proud girl’s eyes she had hoped to see.
It took a while for Jeanette to come up with a plan that would crush Leslie. After pulling Cindy into a corner and discussing her plan, Cindy reluctantly agreed.
Jeannette began to put her plan into action by getting in Leslie's face trying to goad her into action. A couple of times Leslie balled her fist to start a fight but then backed down.
“What’s wrong bi*ch?” Jeanette asked rhetorically bumping into Leslie’s bare chest. “I know what your problem is -- you still think your better than me. Well, you are not.”
Leslie showed great restrain as Jeanette made her offer.
“Why don’t we walk down the beach -- just you and me -- and see whose the better woman," Jeanette said. "You beat me and you and your friends can go home."
“And if I lose?” Leslie inquired.
“We keep having fun with you and you’ll know deep down that I’m better and your nothing,” Jeanette replied.
"I suppose you are going to make me fight you naked," Leslie said.
"Oh no," Jeanette said. "We'll both wear bikinis. I don't want you to say after the fight that i had any advantage going in. I want you to lose fair and square."
Jeanette pointed to a dresser that contained Dana, Leslie, and Kathy's underwear, swimsuits and dresses. She told Leslie to pick out her swimsuit.
Leslie pulled on her suit. Jeanette came walking out of the bathroom wearing a bright yellow bikini that hung low on her waist and a top that showed a good amount of cleavage but provided good support. Leslie's black bikini showed a little more boob and ass than Jeanette's and the small strings holding the front and back of her bottoms tied on the side.
“Let’s go,” Jeanette ordered.
The two tall girls walked down the beach silently until they rounded a bend that was private. Leslie eyed Jeanette waiting for the girl to say something.
A smiling Jeanette looking over Leslie's body made her more than a little nervous. The two girls glared at each other for what seemed like an eternity to Leslie before Jeanette spoke.
“Loser walks back naked,” Jeanette said
Leslie didn’t answer. She didn’t have time as Jeanette rushed her.
The athletic brunette was able to dodge the onrushing cheerleader just in time to keep from getting knocked over. Jeanette rushed by Leslie and then wheeled around just in time to see Leslie turn and face her.
Jeanette approached Leslie with more caution with her hands held up in front of her open palms out. Leslie crouched slightly before lunging at the blonde. Jeanette braced herself to meet the brown-haired girl head on.
The cheerleader grabbed Leslie's right hand with her left and snaked her left around Leslie's neck as Leslie reached out to encircle the blonde’s waist. Jeanette used Leslie's momentum to wheel the charging girl around and before Leslie knew what happened she was in a headlock with her cheek pressed tightly against the cheerleader’s taunt waist.
Leslie heard Jeanette giggle just before the blonde flung her down on the sand. A stunned Leslie scrambled to her feet after rolling on the beach to see Jeanette standing casually with her hands on her hips, a grin plastered on the cheerleaders face.
The blonde winked at Leslie as she took her hands off her hips and crouched back into a fighting position. Leslie mimicked Jeanette's stance and decided to let the blonde make the first move.
She didn’t have to wait long before Jeanette came at Leslie. The blonde reached out and intertwined her fingers with the crouching brunette. They tried to force each other to their knees.
Leslie strained with all her might trying to force Jeanette's wrists back but the blonde refused to budge. The two fighters seemed to realize they couldn’t topple each other at the same time and began the tripping dance. Without the confines of the hotel room walls, Leslie and Jeanette danced and hopped around each other with reckless abandon.
It looked like tripping each other would be a futile effort until Jeanette accidenally put her barefoot on a stick in the sand, causing her to recoil in pain. With the blonde hopping on one foot, Leslie easily pushed Jeanette to the sand.
Seizing her opportunity, Leslie dropped down on top of Jeanette who was almost able to roll away from the descending brunette. But Leslie was able land on Jeanette. The blonde continued to roll taking the brunette with her. Leslie found herself face-to-face on her side with Jeanette.
The two struggled and kicked, trying for top position until Jeanette gave up on that strategy, and wrapped her thighs around Leslie's kicking legs.
“Shit!” Leslie screamed when she felt Jeanette's surprisingly powerful thighs wrap around hers.
Hearing her opponent wail in pain Jeanette poured on the pressure. Leslie grunted as she tried to push her thighs apart but, with Jeanette's strength and leverage, she had no chance. In a panic, Leslie slapped and punched at Jeanette. The blonde took a few blows before successfully capturing Leslie's wrists.
“Gotcha bi*ch.” Jeanette triumphantly said.
Leslie shook her arms to free herself and kicked her legs but had little effect. To her chagrin, the brunette realized she was trapped. She stopped struggling to save her energy and steeled herself to take the pain that Jeanette dished out.
Jeanette had a smile ion her face as she felt Leslie stop struggling and changed her tactic. Instead of applying constant pressure, the blonde would ease off her grip and then squeeze hard. Jeanette loved hearing Leslie groan in pain. Gritting her teeth, Leslie tried not to let the blonde know she was hurting her.
Just when Leslie thought she could take no more pain, Jeanette released the hold, pushed Leslie way, and scrambled to her feet. Leslie rolled to her stomach pushed herself up on all fours and then tried to scramble to her feet. She stumbled a bit as some of the feeling was gone from her legs. Jeanette laughed at the awkward way Leslie rose from the ground.
End of Part 8
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