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Closing Time

By Wolfboy

Claire wants a fight…

The eyes of the short and curvy jet haired beauty met those of the equally short and curvy blonde across the bar. Not a crowded bar. It was close to closing time and midweek. There were a handful of people in there, enjoying one last drink for the evening, probably hoping that the morning wouldn’t come as soon as they knew it would when they got home. Well, Claire wasn’t one of those. She was stone cold sober, sipping on a long glass of sparkling water. She wasn’t there for fun. Claire had come to find herself a plaything, and while to the unknowing, her eyes might have looked like they were dancing with excitement and light, really they swam with mischief and darkness. Behind her eyes, hidden by the slight smile that played on her lips as the blonde broke off the eye contact with her first, was an attitude as bitter as the slice of lemon that floated in her drink. Her plans had backfired. Sure she’d beaten Jemma and got her shot at Emma, but then she’d failed. That bitch Linda had ditched her like a bad habit after that loss. And then to really compound things, she’d lost her lightweight title thanks to that sneaky cunt Lady Amelia putting her in a title match while she was still feeling the after effects of Emma’s handiwork.

Well, she’d taken her time. It had been pretty clear to her that she was out of the Smythe title picture for now after all. She’d watched from afar with some satisfaction when Emma had lost her world title in her very next title defence. She’d had a super close up view of Toni decimating Emma not long after as well as a temporary member of the Texan’s crew of ladies. But she’d elected that joining that group full time wasn’t really going to satisfy her either. Sure it was fun jumping people with a four on one advantage, but what she really craved was the chance to fight a woman one on one, and destroy her confidence with her cunning and vicious nature. She’d hoped that it might have been that short and curvy blonde at the bar for a moment, but the way she’d broken the eye contact with Claire quickly, she knew it wasn’t her. She took one last draw on her sparkling water as the bell rang to signify that it was last orders. Claire smiled wryly; so often the sound of a bell like that had been her signal to fight, but not tonight it seemed. There was nobody left in that bar that she really desired to pick apart in a fight. She shrugged, put down her drink, and left the bar. She would try again tomorrow, maybe with a little change of her tactics again, maybe a different bar. There were enough dumb bitches in this town that at least one of them would fall in to her trap in the end!

Well, the following evening it went the same way, and the one after it, and the one after that. Claire’s frustration grew, to the extent that she even considered an arranged match, but that wasn’t quite what she wanted right now. Her frustrations, that pent up anger, all guaranteed that she really wanted a fight. It was as simple as that. A no rules bitchy scrap, with or without an audience. One evening, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror behind the bar that she sat at. Her make up was dark, she wore a lot of black leather, black hair straight and long. She realised that maybe she was her own barrier to finding a fight; she looked too intimidating for someone who wasn’t looking for a fight to come and talk to maybe.

She made a distinct effort to soften her appearance with lighter clothes and makeup, hair lightly curled, a pair of heels instead of black flat soled boots. She smiled more. At least people noticed her, but still she found no real luck in her aim, even as it went into the second week. She didn’t really want to be the one that made the first move. She wanted someone to fall into her trap all by themselves.

It was late on a Thursday evening, almost the end of the second week of her search over to no avail when Claire heard the voice before she saw where it was coming from. The bar was almost empty when she heard ‘you’re obviously here looking for something aren’t you….and it’s not a man. You’ve been in here three nights in the last two week. If you wanted a man, you’d have left with one by now for sure. Maybe it’s something else?’ Claire looked up and saw that the voice belonged to the barmaid who had served her a few times throughout the evening. A fairly unremarkable looking middle aged woman, red hair in a mid length style, curled. Very pull-able, Claire smiled.

‘What makes you think that?’ Claire asked her. She was interested why this woman saw it so clearly in her.

‘Nobody comes to a bar on their own and drinks water three times in two weeks. You’ve not looked at a TV screen. Not spoken to anyone. But you’ve been people watching. You’re looking for someone or something’ she pointed out.

‘Well, no point denying it’ Claire smiled thinly. ‘Not when it’s so obvious’ she admitted. ‘So yes, I am looking for someone for something. I have some pent up…..issues…..that I need to….work out with someone’ she said, a little cryptically she thought.

‘So you want to fight someone’ the barmaid stated flatly. ‘You’re going about it the wrong way for a start’ she said.

‘How do you? Well, yes. That’s exactly what I want’ Claire agreed, deciding to see where this would go.

‘You don’t really look the type’ the barmaid smiled, but then she looked in to Claire’s eyes and laughed ‘oh…..maybe you do’. Look, if you want to get a fight with someone in a pub, flirt with the person they’re with. That’s going to get you a fight quicker than anything else. And if you really want to fight’ she continued, ‘piss off the barmaid. Then you’ll get a kicking’ she told Claire. Her face showed a smile, but her eyes were deadly serious when she said it.

‘And have I pissed you off?’ Claire asked her.

‘Not really’ the barmaid admitted. ‘I do have some…..frustrations….though’ she said.

‘You don’t look like the type to be…...frustrated’ Claire replied.

‘I’m not often’ the barmaid admitted. ‘With you though, maybe I could be. Something tells me that beneath this pretty veneer, you’re actually quite a nasty little cunt. Maybe that excites me a little’ she said.

‘I’m nothing of the….’Claire started, out to deny the accusation for a moment, then she caught herself. ‘Actually, that is exactly what I am’ she agreed. ‘A vicious, nasty little cunt. Now would you really like to find out just how vicious and nasty I can be?’ she asked the barmaid straight up.

‘Yes, I think so’ was the flat response from behind the bar. ‘I’m not exactly what you’re after, I know. But I will fight you’ she said, reaching to ring the bell for last orders. ‘You stay put when everyone leaves. Then we’ll work out our frustrations with each other’ she told Claire, before walking away to serve someone who wanted a drink. Claire watches her move for a moment. She was light on her feet, moved with a degree of grace, probably about 50 years old but certainly would pass for younger. It wasn’t exactly how she’d seen this going down, but it didn’t matter, it would work for her Claire decided. She’d kick the shit out of this bitch, then come back tomorrow to gloat about it and maybe get round two in.

Slowly the bar started to empty, until there was just Claire, the barmaid and one other person in the pub, sat there slowly nursing the rest of their pint. ‘Come on Gary…..finish your drink up. It’s time you went home. I’ve got some business to talk about with this young last here before I can head home for the night’

‘Fair enough Vicky’ the man agreed, finishing his drink before heading for the door. ‘see you tomorrow’ he called over his shoulder to the barmaid as he left the pub.

‘He fancies you’ Claire told the woman who she now knew to be called Vicky.

‘Very astute’ Vicky agreed.

‘Should let him stay and watch me kick the shit out of you. He’d really fall for you then’ Claire laughed.

‘Even more so if I kick the shit out of you’ Vicky shot back.

‘Fair enough…..so we’re doing this then’ Claire said; it wasn’t a question at this stage. The fight was going to happen. There was no other reason why both were still here.

‘Damn right we are. I’ll lock that door, and then we’ll go to the back room. There’s a bit more space in there. Then we’ll fight’ Vicky told Claire, stepping out from behind the bar and strutting across the room to flip the three bolts across on the door. Then she turned and walked behind Claire, telling her ‘follow me’ as she evidently headed for the backroom of the pub. Now for the first time with both women standing, it was evident that they weren’t a bad match for each other. Claire was shorter by an inch and thicker bodied, while Vicky’s arms showed a power that had been less evident to Claire moments earlier. And she carried herself with a confidence like she could fight, or at least she wanted to. Well that was good Claire thought to herself, she did want a fight after all.

‘Do you want any rules?’ Claire asked Vicky conversationally as they walked through the short corridor to the back room of the pub.

‘Consider them conditions rather than rules’ Vicky told her. ‘One...it’s over when one of us says they’ve had enough. And two…..if you lose, don’t come back in here looking for girls to fight again. I’ll warn them all. If you beat me, then fair enough, I won’t say a word if they’re stupid enough to get into it with you’ Vicky said.

‘Fair enough’ Claire agreed readily. ‘I don’t really want any trouble with you afterwards’ she continued. ‘So consider this a professional arrangement if you like. I’m going to fight you for the right to seek bitches to fight in your pub’ she laughed.

‘If you want to see it that way’ Vicky agreed. The two entered the back room to find a slightly smaller function room, but importantly, all of the furniture was at the edge of the room allowing plenty of space to fight on the carpeted floor. The redhead was wearing tight jeans, flat shoes and a fairly loose T-shirt, pausing for a moment to remove three rings from her fingers and a pair of stud earrings which she set on the bar. Claire had worn no jewellery, just a blue dress, short sleeved with a minimal white pattern, the hem a couple of inches above her knee, and her thong and bra beneath it. A pair of three inch heels too that made her the taller of the two, which would not be the case when they were in bare feet.

‘When do we….’ Claire managed before Vicky closed in on her and stung her with a heavy slap to the face and the fight was on with the redheaded bar maid going to Claire’s hair with both hands, pulling hard and yanking Claire down to her knees on the carpet as she shot at her ‘come on cunt…..thought you wanted to fight!’ She paid for the retort almost immediately as Claire might have been on her knees, but she did want to fight. Instead of pulling away or trying to force Vicky’s hands out of her hair, Claire lunged forwards and grabbed Vicky around the legs, knowing that the force multiplied by the way she’d trapped her denim clad legs would take Vicky to the carpet heavily. ‘Fucking slut!’ Claire spat angrily, getting half on top of Vicky and gut punching the redhead. In her mind, Claire had seen the older woman folding when the first good blow of the fight was landed on her. Well there it was, and it was Claire who groaned more as Vicky used one hand in her hair still and the other on her chin to pull and twist, putting the strain on Claire’s neck.

‘Aagghhhh, you fucking bitch!’ Claire gnashed through gritted teeth, but she found the will to lift her body up off Vicky’s a little then drop back with a nee planted in the redhead’s stomach, drawing a groan from her, and crucially weakening the grip of her hair and chin. Claire went straight to the hand on her chin, grabbing it and moving it the few inches it took so that she could sink her teeth into it. Vicious and nasty; Claire was intent on showing Vicky that the barmaid’s first assessment of her had been right, and Vicky wailed in anguish as Claire’s teeth gnawed at her hand.

‘You dirty….fucking…...OWWWWWW!’ Vicky protested as Claire just smiled as if to say ‘yeah….that’s me’. She moved her position a little, slowly starting to get on top of Vicky more, getting ready to mop the floor with the older woman in her mind. Then it was her turn to moan as Vicky punched hard up into her breasts, then bucked her hips and threw Claire off to the floor. Both lay in range of the other’s feet, and neither wasted the opportunity, lashing out wildly with the feet to take shots at the other’s body, before in time, those kicks pushed the other woman out of range and each scrambled to their feet.

‘Fucking tramp!’ Vicky screeched at Claire, launching herself straight on to the attack with a flurry of slaps, the ferocity of which was rarely matched even in Claire’s experience of fighting. But it was a ferocity that blew out quickly enough, having rocked Claire’s face side to side a couple of times. It was aided in that by a knee delivered straight in to the belly by Claire as she reacted calmly to the pressure. That stopped Vicky in her tracks, and a grip of the hair in tight to the scalp allowed Claire to double her forward at the waist. ‘Lets see’ Claire told Vicky now, delivering the first of a flurry of hard uppercuts into her face, ‘if a cunt like you’ she continued, another slap crashing home heavily, ‘can take it!’ she rounded out, with one more slap. Then she smiled cruelly, seeing that Vicky was still held doubled up by her hair hold, and pumped a thick thigh straight up into her face, to knock her to her butt on the carpet.

The redhead blinked hard as she took it, and sat on the floor just trying to regain her bearings as the blood started to ooze from her nose. Claire didn’t care one iota though, simply getting behind her to rip her half of the way to her feet by her hair, before a rough upwards pull and release of the hair saw her drop heavily on her butt again, at the cost of more than a few strands of that red hair. Claire was a harsh fighter, but she also had a cruel side to her, wanting Vicky to know that she’d lost hair, just in case the harsh and sudden pain in her scalp didn’t tell her as much. She brushed the red hair from her fingers so that it fell on to Vicky’s jeans, then simply repeated the dose once more. ‘I don’t think he’s going to fancy you as much now bitch….you’re going fucking bald!’ the jet haired jezabel laughed, wrapping a hand up in Vicky’s hair again and slapping the taste right out of her mouth with a heavily swung right hand. Claire released her and let Vicky slump to her side on the carpet, and she knew that she could have finished the fight quickly with a wrestling move. Could have...but that wasn’t the aim tonight, not really. She’d come here to have a fight today, not to wrestle someone.

Instead Claire stood back and harshly spat at Vicky ‘get up or give up cunt….choice is yours’.

‘Go fuck yourself you little slag!’ Vicky replied angrily from the floor.

‘Mmmhmm…..whatever you say’ Claire laughed, waiting on Vicky to get up to her feet before she came in to attack behind a flurry of slaps of her own before she grabbed Vicky’s hair and looked to force her into doubling over again. The redhead fought hard against it now, knowing what would come her way again if she acceded to Claire’s physical demands here. ‘OWWWW…..fucking bitch….pulling hair…..OWWWWW!’ she protested as she resisted strongly.

‘So what, pussy?’ Claire sneered, hooking a punch into Vicky’s ribs, ‘it’s a fucking fight!’ she pointed out, reasonably enough. A second punch landed, drawing a grunt from Vicky as it landed. She dropped to her knees, that sudden movement costing her some more hair, and a pain in her knees from the landing on the hard floor. But she had a target in her sights, even as she shrieked at the sharp pain in her scalp. She balled her fist up, and pumped it straight into Claire’s crotch. The look of surprise was there on the face of the jet haired jezabel, although the skirt of her dress had just tangled with Vicky’s fist enough to take a little bit of snap out of the punch. Still, she fell to her ass on the floor, still wearing the shocked look on her face. Vicky didn’t know or care if the look was one of surprise or pain, she had to attack and simply lunged at Claire to knock her to her back. Hands were plunged into hair, Vicky’s thumbs pressing into Claire’s cheeks roughly, letting her feel her nails, so that suddenly it wasn’t just the redhead fighting with the concern of her looks getting ruined. ‘YOU DIRTY CUNT!’ Claire screeched at her.

‘Yeah….fuck you too bitch!’ Vicky shot back, leaning forward and delivering a short headbutt to Claire’s mouth to stun her. Then she simply went for a choke, both hands closing at Claire’s throat as she attempted to throttle the jet haired jezabel in to subjugation. Claire bucked and howled at the sudden and dangerous attack from Vicky, finding herself to be in more trouble than she’d expected against this older woman. ‘You’re a weak little cunt…..uugghhhh!’ Vicky started to admonish her before Claire swung her fist and caught her straight in the mouth with it. Vicky was suddenly a little stunned now, her double handed choke weakened by the blow landing. Claire swung her knee up to catch her in the ass, then lifted her hips and shifted to the side to roll Vicky off her to the carpet. For a second time, each woman lashed out at the other with their feet as they lay close to each other on the floor; this time there was little doubt though that Claire’s feet, still in her high heels, were the ones winning the exchange. That was highlighted as the heel of her shoe slammed into Vicky’s breasts twice in quick succession, forcing Vicky to roll away, clutching her breasts in pain.

‘You’re fucking done now slag!’ Claire warned the redhead ominously as she got to her feet and roughly snatched a handful of Vicky’s red hair while she was still on her knees. The redhead was a fighter, swinging a punch into Claire’s body, but the jet haired jezabel extinguished that fire quickly, pumping another thick thigh strike into Vicky’s face. She was knocked back to the floor on her back, and Claire noted the smear of blood on her lightly tanned thigh courtesy of Vicky’s nose. She smiled again. She was enjoying having a real fight like this, no stupid bitch referees or rules getting in her way. She kicked the redhead in the ribs with the toe of her shoe, a move delivered with harsh intent, drawing a long loud groan of pain from Vicky. The kick rolled Vicky to her back as the clutched at her ribs; Claire just cruelly stomped her in the belly, enjoying the way that Vicky was forced to gag for air as her foot landed there. She knew now that Vicky’s fighting spirit was broken now, it was just a matter of time to make her admit it.

Well, Claire wasted no time, roughly grabbing Vicky’s hair and using it to force the now pretty compliant barmaid up to her feet. ‘Thought you were going to give me a kicking you old slapper!’ she taunted, as she led her towards the small bar in the corner of the room. Claire, ever the opportunist, had seen that it was just the right height to send Vicky in to, with a little bit of a shove in the back, so that she would hit the edge of it with her breasts first. That drew a long moan from the redhead before Claire, already positioned behind her, unleashed a thunderous smack across her ass, the sound of which, accompanied by Vicky’s girlish yelp, filled the room. ‘Slut!’ Claire sniped at Vicky as the dose was repeated and the redhead yelped again; there may have been the denim of her jeans covering her ass but there was little doubt that Claire’s smacks had really stung her. The jet haired jezabel was ready to finish this now as she grabbed Vicky’s hair roughly, pulled her head back, and then without warning, sent her face into the top of the bar. A bar towel there might have offered her the tiniest but of padding, but it was a harsh impact to leave her severely dazed, but controlled still by Claire’s hand in her hair, she remained on her feet. At least that was the case until Claire turned her lazily and slid a hand between her denim clad thighs to lift her and walk her out to the centre of the room before she body slammed her.

The sloppy groan from Vicky told Claire it was over. After all, the body slam on a hard floor was a pretty devastating move for anyone to take. But Claire wasn’t quite satisfied. She didn’t want to walk away from a clearly beaten woman, she wanted that woman to admit that she was clearly beaten first. Claire dropped down to straddle Vicky’s belly as the older redhead groaned in pain on the ground beneath her. Her nose was bloodied, there was perhaps the first sign of a black eye, and her hair was a mess, particularly given that some of it littered the floor. Without an ounce of compassion, Claire ripped open the front of Vicky’s grey t-shirt, finding to her delight that the barmaid was braless beneath it. ‘You fucking tart!’ Claire shot at her as plunged her nails harshly into the sensitive flesh, bringing forth fresh howls of pain from the redhead. It served to sharpen her senses with the pain, but those senses told her that she was hurting and getting her ass kicked, not how to do anything about it right now.

‘Admit it….you’re finished bitch!’ Claire told her now, her eyes bearing into Vicky’s as she continued the tit torture on her, drawing a scream of anguish from Vicky. As she opened her mouth to speak though, Claire whipped a flurry of slaps into her cheek and literally slapped the admission of defeat out of her mouth for the moment. Then she moved forward to sit high on Vicky’s tortured breasts, wriggling and bouncing her ass on them for a moment to punish her until she was sat with her crotch pushing Vicky’s head back painfully as it pushed on her chin. ‘SAY IT YOU FUCKING CUNT!’ she demanded now, hands on hips, an imperious look to her as she rode Vicky’s breasts.

‘Please…..you win…..I’ve had enough’ the redhead whined. She knew she’d been thoroughly whipped by this young jet haired wildcat. It wasn’t a sensation that she’d felt all that often, but she recognised it, and the fact that Claire had no qualms about hurting her further if that was what was needed. She truly was an angelic looking devil in a catfight.

‘That’s fucking right you have bitch!’ Claire agreed. She shifted as if she might face sit Vicky anyway, but then she got off her instead, dragging her foot across her body as she did so. Then, standing over her, she planted that foot in her right breast harshly, seeing the pain flare amidst the resignation there. ‘So….now we’ve established I’m the alpha cunt here…’Claire told Vicky quietly, ‘you can assume that I’ll be back here to look for other bitches to fight. And what are you going to do about it?’ she asked Vicky, just increasing the pressure on her breast with her foot to remind her.

‘Nothing’ Vicky said quietly, not quite able to meet Claire’s eyes, her voice that of a defeated woman.

‘That’s right bitch. You’re not going to do shit about it’ Claire agreed. ‘Now, this room I like...so maybe I’ll fight here sometimes if I like’ she said. It wasn’t really a request, but Vicky nodded readily in agreement anyway.

‘I’m not a monster though’ Claire said, softening her tone slightly. ‘Men like girl fights and pubs…..this place wouldn’t hurt for a lick of pain and a bit of a refurb, If you play ball bitch, maybe I’ll fight a real nasty cunt in here for a paying audience, and the pub gets the profits….IF’ she said, just grinding her shoe into Vicky’s breast again, ‘if you play ball bitch!’

Then she turned on her heels, leaving the redhead a little dazed and more than a little dishevelled on the floor as she called over her shoulder ‘I’ll let myself out, don’t worry about getting up…...just remember you’re my bitch now though Vicky!’ Then Claire flipped the bolts on the main door, the sound travelling through to the back room of the pub, before the door slammed shut a moment later, and Claire walked out into the cool evening air, a look of satisfaction on her face. She was back to being a bitch…..and she loved it!