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The Bar Snack

By Wolfboy

Claire is back at the Crown and Compass, and she’s looking for troubled

Claire had given it a week before she’d returned to the Crown and Compass pub for the first time after beating the pub landlady Vicky in a private fight after hours there. That win had satiated her need for physically dominating another woman, at least in the short term, but she was hungry for more now. She loved to fight. More so, she had come to realise that she really got off on being a little bitch to those that she fought. And she had no real qualms about whether they were actually ready for her or not. In her mind, if a woman accepted a fight with her, or even better, had the audacity to actually challenge her to fight, well that was on them, not her.

She slipped on to the bar stool at the far left hand end of the bar, positioned so that she could see the whole bar area as she glanced to her right, waiting to catch the eye of Vicky behind the bar. Her initial glance showed her that there were slim pickings for potential opposition in the bar if she really wanted a fight. Sure, Vicky was there, but Claire had no real desire to fight her again. The bitch would still be hurting after all, she wouldn’t represent a real challenge to her. As she looked around again, Vicky moved along the bar towards her and slid a glass of sparkling water in front of Claire. “The usual” she said quietly, then added “it’s on the house today”.

“Thanks” Claire smiled at her, looking her up and down appraisingly. “You did a good job” she told Vicky.

“What of?” the landlady asked her.

“Covering up that black eye” Claire smirked. Vicky’s makeup was subtle, but to her practiced eye, it was masking something.

“Yeah, well, it’s not the first time I’ve needed to” Vicky said to her flatly. “Look, you’re a tough bitch. Probably the toughest one I’ve fought. You beat me fair and square, so a deal is a deal. You find a cunt that’s stupid enough to fight you here in the pub, they’re fair game. Just take it away from the bar please, that’s all” she said. It was a request, but it was one that Claire agreed to readily.

“I will” Claire agreed, then she laughed, “but it’s quiet in here tonight. I can’t see much prospect of any action” she shrugged.

“It’ll pick up later for a while” Vicky suggested. “It usually does on days like this. Don’t take forever to pick the one though” she advised Claire. “It’ll be empty in her by 10:30 on a Tuesday. I’d hate to be the one that has to kick your arse again” she laughed quietly.

“I’d like to see you try” Claire said evenly. It was her eyes that showed the message that she could try it if she wanted but the result would be the same or worse.

“Don’t worry….I know” Vicky said back, equally evenly. “You’re the alpha bitch or whatever. I will take you up on getting you to fight in that backroom for an audience though sometime if you’re serious about it?” she asked, seeing the potential to make some money from such an event.

“I’ll do it” Claire agreed. “And I want a real nasty tough slut for that one so that I can put on a real show.”

“Well...noted” Vicky smiled, moving off to serve someone else. “Good luck tonight” she told Claire as she moved away.

“I think I’ll need it” Claire replied quietly. The pub was quiet, certainly where women were concerned, and definitely for those that she thought she might want to beat up in a fight. She gave it an hour, perched there on the bar stool, even to the extent of wondering which of the men in there she could beat in a fight, then uncrossed her thick legs demurely to shuffle down from the high stool, just pulling the waistband of her denim hot pants up slightly. She decided to try again another day and go and enjoy the rest of the evening elsewhere. It was just as she took her first step towards the door that a loud short blonde walked in, clutching the arm of a good looking twenty something man just a little too hard. Claire turned and retook her seat on the barstool. Business had just picked up….

For the next half hour, Claire had sat rolling her eyes at the loud nature of the blonde. Good looking but in a pretty trashy way Claire decided as she looked at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Vicky looked down the bar at Claire and laughed quietly. That mouthy bitch had little idea what might be coming her way because she very much doubted that she could fight at anywhere near the rate her mouth worked at.

On paper, it looked like a match though. Vicky suspected the blonde was the type that might take the bait and go for it, only to find out quickly what was what. Claire was making her move anyway, sliding off the stool once more and taking the few steps it took to cross the bar to suddenly sit at the table with the surprised couple. “Hi….I’m Claire…..what’s your name sugar?” she purred, looking straight at the man with the blonde, not the blonde herself. Already her hand was on her arm, stroking it gently.

“Who the fuck are you!?” the blonde shot at her incredulously. “And get your filthy hands off my man!”

“I’m Claire….are you deaf as well as stupid bitch?” Claire shot back at her quickly, the blonde’s face flushing from the rebuke just as much as if she’d been slapped. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name?” Claire said, her gaze deep in the man’s eyes again as he just about managed to tell her “I’m Dylan”

“I said who the fuck do you think you are?” the blonde demanded angrily now.

“No, you fucking didn’t” Claire smiled at her. “You asked me who I was and I told you. This? This is a whole different question” Claire replied. The blonde flushed angrily some more. Already she was losing control of the situation.

“Leave him alone!” she demanded now.

“Why? I don’t think he wants me to, do you Dylan?” Claire said. Her attention was back on the young man who just smiled. In his mind, he was already living the dream, having two hot women not all that far from coming to blows over him. “But I’ll tell you who I am, and what I think I am. I’m either your worst nightmare, or the key to the best fucking night of your life….bimbo. You see, you and I are going to fight each other. We’re going to fight hard and dirty, and this young man here is going to enjoy it. And if you somehow manage to beat me, well I promise you, he’s going to fuck you vacuous airhead brains out like never before, because it’ll have him ready for you like nothing you’ve ever seen. But….” she said, the warning would be delivered now. “I’m a really bad bitch. A real woman. Maybe I’ll take him from you when I beat you up. Because I am going to beat you up when you accept” Claire said. Her tone had never been anything more than conversational throughout, hiding the real truth behind her words. She would beat this bitch up unless she was something that she simply didn’t appear to be.

“What…..vacuous? What does that…..never mind. I should kick your fucking arse right now bitch!” the blonde said. Her anger was walking her straight into Claire’s trap.

“You should...but you won’t. You’re a fucking pussy. I’ll destroy you” Claire said. “But if you want it, then not here. Dylan, honey” she said, the way she spoke to him just raising the ire of the blonde even further. “Do you have somewhere quiet where we might be able to settle this between us? I mean, we want to give you a show sugar” Claire finished.

“A show!? A fucking show” I’ll rip your hair out you bitch! The blonde told Claire. She was at boiling point now. The hook was fully baited, and now Claire would just reel her in.

“Oh….now I’m scared. I’m sorry. I made a mistake….we shouldn’t” Claire smirked.

“Oh hell no. We’re going to fight and I’m going to teach you a lesson bitch. Dylan, let’s go. Follow us you cunt. Just be ready to fight when we get there” the blonde warned. Claire smiled. The blonde had closed the trap on herself almost certainly now as she got up, took Dylan by the arm and once again said “Dylan...come on!” as she noted him just playing his gaze over the jet haired jezabel once more. Finally they left the pub and Claire followed a few paces back, eyeing up the blonde from behind for the first time. Well she did have thick thighs and an impressive ass that could probably squeeze and smother well, Claire noted. Not that she probably knew how, or would get the chance of course.

Up ahead, she could just pick out the snippets of conversation between Dylan and the blonde, floating on the early evening air. “I don’t know Niamh….are you sure?” followed by the blonde’s urgent “yes Dylan….she can’t do that kind of shit to me….I’m a fucking model and an influencer, how dare she!” “You’re not a….”, his last words drowned out though by a passing car. “no, but my cousin knows how….she’d given me pointers for this kind of situation” her reply, interesting to Claire, but not a concern. Pointers did not make a fighter. Pointers just gave someone enough confidence to really get their arse kicked. It was short walk on a warm evening, just enough to get Claire nice and loosened up to fight before they entered a ground floor apartment. Quite modern and spacious, with a large lounge that while well furnished, provided a good space to fight on a large rug at the centre of it. This was going to be fun, Claire smiled to herself.

“We’ll fight there...but you can wait until I’m fucking ready” Niamh declared, trying to sound confident.

“Take your time bimbo….you’ll never be fucking ready for a woman like me!” Claire shot back, but the blonde didn’t rise to the bait on this occasion, as she simply dragged Dylan into one of the rooms off the lounge, evidently to prepare, while Claire stood there, alone in the lounge for the moment. Another mistake from the blonde, giving Claire time to get familiar with the location as she took a seat on the sofa for a moment, and kicked off her shoes. She’d had chance to see that a heel might catch in that rug for a start, and knew that was the kind of misfortune that could cause her trouble regardless of her advantages in a fight. After a couple of minutes the door to the room opened. It was Dylan and not Niamh though. Claire’s heart sank for a moment.

“She’s bottled it then?” Claire asked him flatly.

“Not exactly, no….she has some rules apparently though. You can’t punch, slap or maul what’s covered by clothing, and you’re not allowed to strip her. If you agree, then she’ll fight you” Dylan told Claire.

“Sure….whatever she wants” Claire agreed readily enough. It wasn’t like the bitch was going to wear a full body suit and a balaclava after all. Then she went up on her tip toes, and planted a kiss on Dylan’s cheek, making sure to leave a perfect scarlet lipstick imprint there as she did so. “Now, tell her to get her fat arse out here so I can kick it all over the room would you?” Claire asked. It was time to prepare. She’d noted the ambiguity of the rules. You can’t strip her. You can’t attack what’s covered. Niamh was trying to load the deck a little then. Maybe she wasn’t as dumb as she seemed! Well, Claire started to take her clothes off, rather than keeping them on. She wanted to put on a show as she took a pair of sheer black hold ups from the pocket of her hotpants before removing them. She rolled the stockings up her legs quickly, took off her white top and folded that neatly with her hotpants on the sofa. She was ready, almost, as she stepped on to the rug in a black mesh thong and matching bra that hid little, plus the newly applied hold up stockings. Then she put her hands on her hips and stared at the door. She wanted the first thing that Niamh saw when she re-entered the room to be her eyes, just boring into her.

She didn’t have to wait long now. Niamh came back into the room, and although the blonde averted her gaze from Claire quickly enough, Claire would see pretty clearly what her plan was. A longline bra gave Claire about three inches of stomach to aim at while a pair of lace booty shorts which matched the bra left a similar area of exposed thigh to aim at above the band of a pair of hold up stockings. It was more than enough Claire thought to herself. Then she surprised Niamh, walking off the rug and removing both her bra and her thong to fight naked apart from her sheer black hold ups.

“I’ll make it real easy for you bitch” Claire told the surprised blonde. “You hit me wherever you want to. I won’t touch you anywhere where you’re clothed. It won’t matter. Now lets get started you bimbo whore! Then I can show your man here what being with a real woman is all about!” Claire shot. The fuse was well and truly lit and burning too quickly for safe consideration where Niamh’s patiences was concerned. She launched on to the attack with a fury that, had it been matched by actual fighting ability, might have been dangerous. As it was, she slapped and scratched away for a full thirty seconds, no real force behind the slaps, though the scratches, delivered by a set of acrylic nails, stung like a bitch on Claire’s skin. They always did, but she needed to feel them first almost, to really feel like she was ready to fight. Finally, as Niamh just started to lose impetus, Claire rocked her in a way she’d never felt before, cracking a heavy handed slap into her cheek with some force.

Niamh blinked, was almost frozen to the spot, and Claire grabbed her hair and simply threw her on to the sofa next to Dylan. Immediately, Claire made her way over there, clambering sexily over Dylan so that she could sit herself on Niamh’s stomach, her stocking clad right foot trailing in her crotch still as she did so. “Someone’s excited by this, bimbo!” she chastised Niamh before slapping her face again, twice this time, though she took some of the venom out of her blows thing time. She didn’t want to polish Niamh off too quickly here.

“Get off me!” Niamh whined. Clare slapped the top of her breasts quite carefully. She may have been wearing a bra, but the little slut was wearing a low cut one; it was hardly Claire’s fault that her fashion choices left her open to attack still. At the same time, her stocking clad foot was still resting in Dylan’s lap for now, feeling him hard against her. “Oh yes...someone is definitely enjoying what we’re doing you little tart” Claire laughed at feeling it. Then she slapped Niamh’s face hard again, seeing the way the blonde tried to blink away the stinging sensation. Pointers…..they did nothing to make her a fighter. Claire had known that from the very start, but it was truly evident to her through that reaction. She sunk into Niamh’s hair now, grabbing harshly to force her back to her feet off the couch, dragging her foot slowly out of Dylan’s crotch, She held Niamh by the hair, doubled over to an extent, positioned so that she could see her man on the couch, as Claire winked at him and told him “I’ll be back to finish you off in a little while sugar….this won’t take long”.

As Dylan smiled at finding himself the centre of attention for this older wildcat, the anger boiled up in Niamh. Claire had already dismissed her as a serious opponent, and she suddenly paid a price for it as the blonde balled up her fist and swung it hard into her body, hooking it around into her stomach with some force. Claire was taken aback by it, just for the moment, more by the simple surprise factor that Niamh had mustered any sort of attack. “You little fucking….OWWWW!” the jet haired jezabel suddenly as the young blonde simply grabbed her pussy, mauling for all she was worth! Claire’s head was thrown back with a roar of desperation, before she whined in pain again. It may not have been anything technical from Niamh, but it was highly effective. Claire still had the hair though and she wrenched Niamh’s head by it, even as the wailed at the intense pain she felt. “Get your fucking fingers out of my cunt...cunt!” she muttered with menace.

“Fuck you, slut!” Niamh said in reply through gritted teeth, Her confidence was growing as she could hear the pain in Claire’s voice. Then Claire’s palm cracked off her cheek harshly, the hair pulling having presented her for it perfectly. She was surprised by it, having felt dominant only seconds before. Another slap landed, then another, her fingers in Claire’s crotch still, but working there without aim suddenly, as each slap stunned the blonde further. Claire’s pain eased,. She balled up her fist and slammed it into the uncovered part of belly presented by Niamh’s choice of attire. The blonde let out a sloppy groan of pain as it blasted the air from her lungs, the punch a punishment she was ill suited to take. Claire still held her doubled up by the hair anyway, but there was little doubt that the punch would have doubled her up anyway if now. Control was back with the jet haired vixen and that was where it would stay as a thunderous European style uppercut to the jaw put Niamh in to a daze that better equipped women would have struggled to rebound from quickly.

For an inexperienced fighter, maybe even one with no real experience at all to fall back on, it was too much. Niamh crumpled to the rug sobbing in anguish. Claire was not quite done with her yet though. “Take your bra off slut!” she demanded, reaching down to slap the blonde harshly in the face again to make sure that she complied just as quickly as she could in her dazed state. As soon as the garment was removed, she snatched it away from Niamh’s hands and whipped it harshly across her body once before throwing it on to the sofa where her own pile of clothes were. “I think that belongs to me now slut” she remarked, just as she sat herself heavily on Niamh’s face in a reverse face sit. It took a moment, just for the blonde to compute the exact amount of trouble that she was in now, a moment Claire used to plunge her nails in to Niamh’s big soft breasts, bringing a level of pain to the blonde that she’d perhaps never experienced in her life. She screamed, and then the predicament truly hit her. In the embarrassing position of having another woman sitting naked on her face, torturing her tits, and she belatedly realised the worst of all, stop her from really catching her breath as well. Niamh panicked, her legs thrashing aimlessly at that thick rug beneath her; Claire punched her hard in the stomach, just once, the tears began to flow, even if they and the sobs that accompanied them were lost to a large extent due to the excellent sound proofing effect of Claire’s smothering ass.

“Quit your snivelling, bitch!” Claire told her angrily, whipping slaps in to set Niamh’s breasts swinging. The blonde was done she knew, and she’d really now been a challenge to her at all. “If you’ve had enough, then you submit” Claire told Niamh. The blonde whined immediately “I give up…..pleeaasee, pleeaasssee” though Claire ignored it for a moment before just easing up to allow her a gulp of air. Then she sat back again for moment using Niamh’s face as a seat so that she could roll her stockings slowly back off her legs. Niamh’s legs flailed away as she found the challenge of catching her breath right at the forefront of her problems for the moment again. Claire had a plan though as she got off the ailing blonde this time, and her stockings, now brandished in her hands were integral to it. She kicked Niamh in the ribs to roll her to her belly on the rug, and then with some speed, she deftly tied one stocking tightly around her ankles. Niamh was just struggling to catch her breath, she wasn’t resisting the work of the jet haired jezabel effectively, even as she looped the second stocking around the first and then tied it to one wrist. Only then did Niamh realise she was being hog-tied and try to stretch her remaining free arm out of reach. Claire just laughed and told her “it’s not going to help you now bimbo!”

“Leave me along you crazy bitch...I already said that I gave up!” Niamh wailed in confusion.

“Oh I know...but there’s something that I want you to see” Claire told her, then she leaned forward to bite Niamh on the side, knowing full well that it would bring her free hand in to defend herself as the blonde howled in pain. “So predictable” Claire laughed as that transpired, and in a matter of seconds, Niamh was hog-tied, feet and arms linked by the sheer nylon of Claire’s stockings, lying on her belly on the rug, and looking directly at Dylan on the sofa. Her eyes pleaded with him for help, but he just sat there, looking at her, his cock unmistakably hard as it showed against the shorts he was wearing. Claire walked to the sofa where she’d left her clothes first, and picked up her own black mesh thong, walking back to Niamh just as she started to tell Dylan “Help me! She’s tied me up Dylan...do somethimmmffff!” her plea for help ending quickly as Claire pushed her mesh thong in to the blonde’s mouth, just enough to shut her up.

“You can have that in return for your bra bimbo. Now shut the fuck up and pay attention” she told Niamh. The blonde’s cheeks flushed with anger and humiliation, but she could do little about it right now. Claire left her there with a little smack on her ass, just a derisory gesture that said to her “you’re not on my level bitch”, and then she walked slowly and seductively towards Dylan, making sure her sexily swaying hips and ass filled Niamh’s field of vision for a moment.

“You didn’t help her?” Claire asked quietly as she got near to him.

“Well, she set the rules. Couldn’t handle you Claire” he smiled. He wasn’t moving.

“You know who I am, don’t you?” she asked, her hands were already at the waistband of his shorts to pull them down to his ankles before she knelt between his knees and pulled her hair back demurely.

“You’re...well….the hottest and meanest real catfighter out there” Dylan managed to reply.

“That’s right. So you knew I was going to kick her arse” Claire smiled.

“Yes, I did….”

“Well congratulations Dylan….you just got you cock sucked by the hottest, meanest bitch in catfights” Claire smirked before leaning forward to take his rock hard cock in to the warm moistness of her mouth now. Her tongue teased the tip of his manhood for a moment, her hand grabbed and played with his balls, and Claire remembered to moan like this was the best thing that she’d ever done, knowing that this was the image of abject defeat that would be seared into Niamh’s mind. Of the bitch that kicked her ass and left her tied up on her own floor, while she hungrily devoured her boyfriend’s cock in front of her. And that suited Claire just fine. She wanted Niamh to remember it, and to tell others that Claire was the one that did it, so that maybe some tougher bitches might come looking for her as well.

It didn’t take long. It was never going to with a young man like Dylan and a woman that he’d already described as the hottest real catfighter out there. He exploded in her mouth quickly though Claire expertly drained everything from him that she could, working his cock and balls in a way that Niamh evidently hadn’t quite mastered just yet. Then she smiled and patted his cheek as she told him “thank you….anytime you want some fun, you know where to find me. She” Claire smirked, glancing over her shoulder for a moment “won’t mind. Or if she does, what’s she going to do about it anyway?” With her words still hanging in the air, Claire crossed the room, stepping over Niamh in her tied up state on the floor, hearing the noises as she tried to speak with that mesh thongs in her mouth, and she laughed, before she hastily threw on her denim hotpants and top, slipped her heels on, and stuffed both her bra and Niamh’s in the small bag she’d carried, before she started for the door, knowing that Dylan’s eyes were tracing her movements across the room.

“I’ll let myself out Dylan….remember what I said” Claire told him, blowing him a kiss from the doorway. “On and Dylan...she might need to be untied at some point” Claire smirked before she left. As she stepped out into the warm evening air, Claire smiled to herself. That had been fun. When wasn’t just decimating a blonde she thought to herself. But she needed more. Niamh might have thought she was an alpha bitch, but when the action had started for real, it was borderline if she even counted as a beta. Next time, Claire realised, she would need to fight a bitch who at least had the confidence to try and back up what she said she was.