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The Nightclub
By Aussie Greg
Still on a high, Cassie stepped off the stage at the Vanguard Club
, and her hands adjusted the short, black, molded to her skin party
dress It was the Little Black Dress Competition night at
the Los Angeles entertainment hall and her friend Angela had pressured
the 21-year-old, long haired, tall Asian and their other friend, Amber,
to enter. All three were ethnic Chinese from Malaysia and were on
a long university vacation in the USA, staying at Amber’s aunt’s
apartment in LA. Cassie was surprised that she had ventured on stage
and more so at the Hollywood Boulevard audience applause, but didn’t
think that she would make it to the final pose-down to determine first
place and the prize of $1,000.
“As long as Angela doesn’t make it and I don’t”, she thought.
Although friends, the two were perhaps too similar and competitive in everything they did together.
Others went on stage; all Vietnamese or Vietnamese-Chinese, and 17 to 23 years old, and all got their two minutes of fame.
Then the punters placed their votes on the forms given to them at entry
in a provided barrel and the votes were counted. The MC grabbed
the mike and announced,
“Cuuuuuuuuuuuum on uuuuuuuuuuuuup, Jenn Traaaaaaaaaaaaan and defend your title."
The 18-year-old Vietnamese strode her 100-pound body confidently
on stage. At five feet, 1 inch, her five inch high heels
made her look taller and her short black cocktail party dress could
have been painted on her 34-25-32 figure. She shook her
auburn-dyed mane and accepted the plaudits of the crowd as if she was
born to rule.
“And the chaaaaaaallllengerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, a
neeeeeewcomerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr from overseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeas”. He
paused dramatically “Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisss”, again he paused
. “Cassie Looooooooooow”
Cassie hadn’t been paying attention and it wasn’t until Amber started
pushing her 121-pound body forward to the stage that she realized it
was her that was her that the crowd had voted as one of the two top
girls.
She clambered on stage and smiled at the younger Vietnamese.
Even before the MC had time to explain the contest to Cassie, Jenn Tran
hissed, “This is my turf, bitch, and you are going down way down.”
The electronic music began to thump and the two girls to gyrate to the
throbbing thud of the bass synthesizer for ten minutes. Gradually
Cassie became more relaxed and started to enjoy the crowd pushing up to
the stage trying to get close and personal to the two dancers.
However, every time Cassie tried to take centre stage Jenn Tran somehow
seemed to move and force her to the back or side, culminating with one
of her long heels scraping down Cassie’s leg, narrowly missing her foot.
Then it was Jenn Tran’s solo of 3 minutes and she left nothing in
reserve. Her pelvic thrusts, tit caressing and other moves made Lady
Gaga look like a demure grandmother. She moved past Cassie and
sneered, “That’s why I’m number one.”
A little pissed off with what had happened so far with the Vietnamese
beauty queen, Cassie started her solo prepared to give it her
all. She heard the audience applaud and thought she was on a
roll; yet as she spun around, she saw the real reason for the
enthusiasm of the spectators. Jenn Tran had had a Janet Jackson
"wardrobe malfunction" and was displaying her naked boobs to the
audience.
For Cassie time passed like molasses dripping from a spoon at minus 10
Celsius. Something welled up inside her and she thought, “This
slut is not going to beat without a fight.” She slid the spaghetti
string straps of her tight black dress down and presented her firm,
taut boobs to the audience, which went wild.
“Match this, you Viet slag,” she said, dancing back to Jenn Tran, and
shimmied out of her thin party dress so she was wearing only a black
micro-thong and opened her arms to the spectators, encouraging them to
howl their approval, and forcing Jenn Tran to strip to her thong to
match her.
For the final five minutes Cassie refused to be intimidated by the
experienced younger woman, deliberately posing close to Jenn Tran to
emphasizing her own greater height, longer legs and more toned, taut
body.
The dance ended and each stepped forward to receive the audience
applause, which decided the winner. Normally, this favored the
local champion, as even if the applause was slightly more for the
challenger, the MC always went with the local.
“And the winnnnnerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees It’s……………………………..
Cassie Looooooooowwwwwwwwwwww”
The audience had left the MC with no choice, such was the support for the Malaysian Cassie.
“And the boss wants to see you upstairs,” he said, pointing to a door on the mezzanine floor.
Cassie went to the door, entered and was startled. The boss was a
middle-aged Vietnamese woman still trying to dress like teenager.
She handed Cassie the prize money and said “I like what I saw out
there. $250 for each weekend and you will replace Jenn Tran be
the face of The Vanguard Club. What do you say?”
Cassie couldn’t accept quickly enough. What, being paid to party like Paris Hilton? No way could it happen to her!
The minute she stepped out into the hallway, she was grabbed from
behind and held in a half nelson, her arms pointing upright to the
ceiling. Long fingers reached under her short dress, slid her
thong aside and caressed her slit. She struggled but her
assailant forced her head down so she was bent double, with her
attacker’s body weight immobilizing her, all the while attacking
fingers rubbed and opened the Malaysian’s pussy.
Despite her efforts to struggle she couldn’t escape and her slit was
opening wider and becoming wet to the intruder’s touch. Then the
fingers moved and stated playing with and teasing her clit.
Minutes passed and Cassie was moaning and thrusting back at the thumb
inside her cunt as the other fingers strummed her clit.
Cassie couldn’t help herself and was grunting as she neared
orgasm. Finally she came loudly and tasted her cum as the fingers
were thrust in her mouth.
“It's me bitch. Taste your cum. I dare you to sexfight me
for the weekend job. When I beat you, you can crawl back in that office
and say you think Jenn Tran is better and should be the face of the
club. If you don’t, I’m going to fist rape your arse now”
It was the Vietnamese teenager Jenn Tran. To say she had the upper hand
(or in this case, fist) was an understatement. With no escape
from the situation Cassie, despite this being her first real sexfight,
decided to try and act tough. Would her online cyber battles at
the freecatfightforums help her?
“I usually don’t eat Vietnamese because Chinese is better but in your
case I’ll make the exception. Bring it, on skank.”
“Yeah, well, that cost you, bitch, because I take my first victory and lead now one zip in the first to three.”
She released Cassie and they began to undress, not looking at one
another until they were down to their underwear. Slowly, their mouths
came together in the most passionate kiss Cassie had ever experienced.
Their mouths expressed their longing and their lust, their desire to
defeat the other girl, searching, probing, searing one another, until
they broke apart, panting and mewling softly in a sweet delirium of
need.
It was a momentary break because the two quickly reengaged. Jenn Tran's
fingers bit into the flesh of Cassie’s back. They clawed at her bra
clasp, frantically freeing it, pulling off the Chinese visitor’s bra.
Cassie responded likewise. And then they both gave into the wild
urgency of their hot need to have victory over the other. Jenn Tran
sucked Cassie's still swollen nipples sharply, making her howl and cry
out with ecstatic pleasure.
Jenn Tran lowered her mouth to them. With her tongue she teased Cassie
until the 21 year old was moaning and whimpering, coiling it around her
erect nipples, tickling them. When she finally sucked one between her
lips, she could feel Cassie's body stiffen with excitement. They
fell together onto the floor, Cassie sighing and moaning heatedly as
Jen Tran's mouth found her breasts and tried to swallow them. Wildly
they tried to suck and kiss and fondle each other as they melded to
each other, naked, writhing and twisting together, groaning and
shivering with victory lust over each other.
Suddenly, Jenn Tran decided it was time and slowly moved their naked
bodies into position. Their legs intertwined, and they drew their
dripping, aching, oozing pussies together, both looking down, until the
wet cuntlips kissed, and their swollen, erect clits touched.
"Ahhhh!" Cassie gasped.
"Ohhnnn . . . ohhnnn! God . . . I’m going to fuck you senseless, Chinese slut. It's so easy, bitch" Jenn Tran panted.
They kissed savagely, grinding their wet pussies together, nearly
fainting from the intense pleasure that gripped their gyrating bodies.
Each girl dropped her mouth to the other's tits, and each sucked one of
the other girl's nipples fiercely, pumping with her hips and grunting
softly at the same time.
In less than a minute, they dissolved together in a frantic torrent of
hot sex, squealing and moaning, their surging bodies churning and
shuddering. For five minutes they fucked
"Ungghh!" Jenn Tran grunted. "Auungghiiieeee! Ohnngghiieee!"
She had cum her juices flooding over Cassie’s thrusting slit.
But seconds later Cassie clung to her, wheezing and gagging on an uprush of sharp spasms.
"Unnmmgghh! Oh! Unghhhiieeee!" she cried out, grimacing as her intense orgasm seized her.
Although she had made the Vietnamese 18 year old cum, she now trailed
her 2 to 1, and knew if she came again she had lost. They coiled
together again in a relentless rhythm, kissing and caressing one
another as their slits engaged in a prolonged battle. Cassie held Jenn
Tran’s fuller breasts and licked her large round nipples, finally
sucking them until each one was stiff and rubbery and springy as she
tugged them with her teeth, bringing semi-hysterical whimpers of need
from deep in the now aroused Vietnamese teenager.
Sensing Cassie was making too much progress she twisted and wriggled
until she slipped down between Cassie’s silky golden thighs. She
smoothed away the black hair from Cassie's gaping wet slit, then
slithered her tongue deep into her rival’s pussy. Cassie groaned and
her slim body arched and stiffened. She began quivering and
moaning uncontrollably, nearly surrendering totally to the younger
Vietnamese’s caresses.
But something deep within her told her to keep resisting, something
made her keep fighting and not surrender and her tongue went on a
search and destroy mission in the Vietnamese’s slit. The two were
locked in 69 and Cassie could feel her determination to win slipping
away as she responded to the Vietnamese when suddenly the round moons
of Jenn Tran’s arse clenched and twitched signaling she was drawing
closer to her climax. It gave Cassie renewed hope and she filled her
hands with The Vietnamese’s arse as she devoured the girl's streaming
cunt. She squeezed Jenn Tran's smooth buns and teased her swollen clit
with her tongue, then sucked it into her mouth, bringing the 18 year
old Vietnamese to a prolonged, explosive orgasm.
"Auungghhh!" Jenn Tran cried out, her bowed, taut body quivering as one
overpowering spasm after another wrenched her flesh. "Nnnunnggmmmm! Oh!
Oh . . . Jesus, unnggmmmnnnggghhiieeee!"
It was 2-all and something burst into Cassie’s brain. She had
read on Aussie Greg’s website www.myfreeasiansories.com about the
Filipina control position. Was it true? Would it work?
Quickly, she sat and arranged the Vietnamese on her back her head away
from Cassie and with her legs draped over Cassie’s shoulders. She
tucked the Vietnamese’s ankles between her arms and body and laid her
own legs over Jenn Tran’s shoulders and locked her ankles behind the
Vietnamese’s head. Jenn Tran was immobilized pinned to the floor
and with her legs trapped against Cassie. The Vietnamese’s pussy
was open in front of Cassie’s face.
Cassie slowly and deliberately went to work on the 18 year old’s pussy
with her tongue. She played with her like a cat with a mouse.
“You got a problem, bitch. You said bring it on. I’ll bring it on, cunt”
Cassie tongue-fucked her until Jenn Tran was a helpless, squirming
basket-case, mewling insanely, biting her full lower lip, her hips
quaking and churning frantically. Even though she could have had
her cum at any time Cassie prolonged it savouring the feelings of
certain victory rushing through her body. She decided it was time
and released the Vietnamese who slumped groaning to the floor.
Cassie dropped her mouth to Laura's breasts. She sucked Jenn Tran's’s
quivering aching nipples and rubbed her clit roughly, and suddenly
the Vietnamese spilled over in a violent climax.
"Ungghh! Ohnngg! God . . . Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" she wailed, her
body surging and convulsing as a fierce orgasm wracked her.
Cassie didn't let her come down from it. Instead, she wriggled down
between Jenn Tran’s quivering thighs and began to eat her pussy
hungrily, licking and slurping it, tormenting the Vietnamese’s
throbbing clit, devouring the entire wet, pulsing gash of her cunt,
until Jenn Tran was quickly coming again, groaning and shuddering
through a fresh shockwave of spasms.
"Ohhhnnnn . . . ohnnnnn god, no No Nooooooooooooo Ungghhh! Ohhhnnn . . . "
Cassie stood and remembered more from Aussie Greg’s stories. She
straddled her defeated writhing rival and opened her slit and for the
first time released her golden shower on a defeated woman.
Clap. Clap.
Cassie spun around. It was the 45-yearold Vietnamese owner, Lan Huon. She smiled.
“I need a partner in a sexfight against Phuong Ha, the owner of the
club across the road, and her daughter, to decide which club will apply
for the Wednesday night extended hours. It was going to be this”,
she said, pointing at Jenn Tran, “but I think you have proved you are
the better woman. Win and you get half the profits from the
extended hours”
Cassie looked undecided as she wriggled into her black party dress and Lan Huon took her by the arm.
“Come into my office and I’ll show you my projected profit figures and
don’t forget to bring her dress and shoes. We don’t want her
walking downstairs like she won.”
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