Exit, Stage Left – Debbi Chan's Foxyfighter

Debbi Chan's Foxyfighter

Exit, Stage Left

I’ve included my Kim’s diary entry instead of my own because I think she described my last night at the club better than I could. She was nice enough to let me use it here, and I thank her for it. Thanks, Kim!

After losing the match with Liz, I worried for Debbi. She didn’t come in to work for a few days. I think she was mostly embarrassed, but then I knew her breast was still sensitive from Liz’s tit twisting. When I tried to cheer Debbi up after the match, she flinched when I removed her top and found her breast was black and blue, still stinging from Liz’s handiwork.

When she did come back to work, things went from bad to worse. The club manager, clueless about what had happened at the match, scheduled Debbi to do a 2-girl stage dance with Liz on the main stage. I begged her not to, but Debbi said that it was fine, and she didn’t want any problems between her and Liz to get in the way of work. I should have known better than to let her when Liz seemed obviously excited to “dance” with my girl. She tossed her hair back, and smiled cattily at Debbi while promising the manager a great show.

The girls came out from the backstage curtain, smiling and flirting with the customers along the ramp to the center stage. Debbi was wearing a sexy black teddy with blue trim, complete with garters and stockings. I always loved Debbi’s waist-long, brown hair, topped off with her signature bow. She had a great figure too, and I loved her large, high-set breasts with their small and cute areolas and nipples.

Liz was sleek, like a jaguar, as she paced the stage up and down. She wore a black two-piece bra and panty set with a top that exposed her breasts, jutting out like torpedoes, and thigh-high stockings. Her green eyes were a bright contrast from her darker skin, peering out like a cat from under the locks of her jet-black hair.

The crowd was excited, since this was the first 2-girl show of the evening Girls on Film was blaring from the sound system when the girls started out, working the stage from opposite corners, twisting and sliding to the rhythm of the music. Liz threw her legs up over a customer’s shoulders to the side of the stage, giving him a good view of her snatch. Debbi blew kisses and arched her back, leaning into a customer and whispering something in his ear while giving him a good view of her cleavage. The dollars were flying for both girls, but the show had only gotten started.

“Lipstick cherry all over the lens as she’s falling…” went the song as Debbi and Liz slid over towards each other, seductive smiles painted on their faces. Rising to their knees, they caressed each other’s hair before locking together in a deep kiss. The audience couldn’t tell, but I could see the tension between them. It was like they were fighting with their kiss, their tongues wrestling with each other as each girl tried to dominate the other, probing deep and drawing her enemy close to her.

Liz broke the kiss by reaching behind Debbi and cruelly yanking on her hair, snapping her head back and releasing a gasp of pain and surprise from Debbi. The audience now seemed to think it was going to be some sort of S&M show and were going crazy to see more. Liz pulled back her arm and cracked palm across Debbi’s cheeks, then stopped and cocked her head to the side and smiled. Liz was challenging her, seeing how far Debbi would go to fight this vendetta with her.

Debbi was knocked almost to her side, but she got up, brushed her hair out of her eyes, and glared into Liz’s mocking emerald eyes. I had never seen Debbi mad before, but now her eyes were on fire, and her glistening lips trembled with rage. After only a moment’s hesitation, she cracked the back of her palm across Liz’s sharp cheeks. Liz’s hair flew as her head slammed to the side.

With a screech like some newly unfettered she-beast, Liz got up and shoved both her hands into Debbi’s breasts, her sharp, painted nails scrabbling against the fabric of Debbi’s teddy, tearing and clawing to get at the naked flesh beneath.

“Okay, if that’s the way you want it, let’s see if you can take your own medicine this time!” Debbi yelled as she latched onto Liz’s already exposed mounds. Liz’s breasts were soft, and the flesh oozed between Debbi’s fingers and she squeezed hard on her hated foe’s mammaries.

A contest had spontaneously erupted between the girls. Liz was a madwoman, ripping open Debbi’s top and digging her nails into her breasts. Debbi groaned, but did nothing to stop her, instead applying her own pressure to Liz’s tits in a mutual breast mauling. Liz was too infuriated, or too experienced, to let much pain show on her face, and I was worried since Debbi had never fought this way before, and had already suffered once at Liz’s hands.

“…cause the crowd all love pulling dolly by the hair, by the hair…” Debbi wasn’t quite sure of her hold, and Liz’s tits were slippery with sweat, causing her to lose her grip here and there. Liz was definitely putting her experience to work, squeezing and kneading Debbi’s breasts with painful pulses that brought slight whimpers to Debbi’s lips. But Debbi was a fighter, and I could tell she wasn’t going to let a little pain stop her now. By now the crowd was confused, and not sure what they were seeing. They had fallen silent, expectant.

Liz snarled and changed up her grip, using her fingers to pinch Debbi’s nipples, pulling and stretching them. Debbi cried out and almost let go, but she was learning, and duplicated the move on Liz. Liz started to twist Debbi’s nipples horribly, twisting them like screws. I could see that Debbi was in intense pain, especially in her left nipple that Liz had worked over before. Sweat beaded down their faces, spilling onto their breasts and pooling in shiny, dewy drops on their tortured orbs.

Debbi was trying hard, but Liz never let out a sound, despite the pain evident on her face. Debbi on the other hand was obviously feeling it more, maybe because her natural breasts were more sensitive than Liz’s implants. She whimpered and moaned here and there, but seemed determined to tough it out.

“Girls on film, girls on film, girls on film, girls on film…” Both girls were arching their backs and lifting up on one knee, each trying to get more leverage on the other’s throbbing tits. I could see a small trickle of blood coming from my wounded Debbi, as Liz’s sharp nails sliced like tiny daggers at the tips of her nipples. Debbi was trying her best, but it was obvious she was nowhere as cruel as Liz could be.

“Time to remind you who’s boss!” Liz snarled through clenched teeth. Letting go of Debbi’s left tit, she balled up a fist and rammed it deep into Debbi’s battered boob, flattening it against her chest with a sickening thud. Debbi nearly collapsed from the sudden pain shooting through her, but Liz was quick to grab the injured mound with both of her claws. She squeezed and wrenched savagely with both hands, and Debbi gasped and tried to pry Liz’s hands away.

The exposed part Debbi’s breast and nipple bulged out from around Liz’s grip like a balloon wrapped by a constricting python. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she kicked and screamed, while her tit started to turn red, then purple from the pressure.

Desperate, Debbi reached out and raked her nails down Liz’s tits, leaving bright red furrows that caused Liz to scream as well. Both girls were yelling and crying. Debbi had found a way to get back at Liz, but it was too late. Debbi was hurt bad, and it looked like she might pass out from the pain.

The music cut off suddenly and the house lights came on. John, the bouncer, leaped onto the stage and tore the two girls apart. Debbi and Liz scrambled to get at each other again, but John held them off while the manager flew up to them.

“You’re both fired! I can’t have my girls getting beat up so bad that they can’t dance for weeks. John, escort these ladies to the dressing room and make sure they leave here. And no more fighting!” He stormed off.

I ran up to Debbi, who was still sobbing and clutching her swollen breast. Liz was furious at losing her job, and John had his hands full trying to hold her back. “You bitch! You cost me another job! I’m going to find you, and fuck you up so bad, so bad!” she screamed at Debbi.

In the back of the room, a shadowy figure slipped out the door…

Categories:   Debbi's Diary


  • Posted: September 22, 2015 04:49


    I always loved the look of both fighters in this story, both of them simply drop dead sexy. I always wondered what happened to Liz after this, if she went on to another club or decided to become a fighter.
  • Posted: September 22, 2015 04:52


    Hmmm, a mystery :) One that will likely resurface later.
  • Posted: September 22, 2015 20:33


    Oh that's just mean ; ) lol.
  • Posted: September 23, 2015 14:03


    I've always been rather split on lingerie in a fight, can't decide whether it was a sexy thing or the sexiest thing lol.
  • Posted: September 23, 2015 20:19


    What a cliff-hanger! I can almost feel the claws sinking into my tits as I read...
  • Posted: September 23, 2015 23:56


    1st world problems!
  • Posted: September 23, 2015 23:59


    Thank you!
  • Posted: December 21, 2015 14:38


    that's a good question