In Deacon's Eyes

Lynette VS Dawnique


Deacon unlike his boss G-Man had only been interested in a few women in his
life in fact he could count his relationships on one hand. The other members
of the Battle Clan would chuckle at the fact that the master fight maker
"Deacon the Instigator" was so inexperienced when it came to women.

It was obvious to all in the bookstore how he felt about Lynette although he
and she pretended there was no attraction. Content to smile, flirt and induce
blushing they silently agreed to let things be. But one day something
happened, Deacon came into the store and being the gentleman he opened the
glass door for a lady to enter first. Lynette saw him out of the corner of her
eye then flashed her usual smile but it soon disappeared when Deacon took the
girl's hand. Lynette had no idea why she felt uncomfortable about it, she just
did. For months she had Deacon's undivided attention and even though Lynette
had a man, Deacon's exclusive focus gave her empowering gratification that she
did not want to relinquish. Being the lady and customer service professional
that she was she smiled and spoke to them cordially as they approached.
Deacon's friend was a nice looking athletically built lady (not surprising to
Lynette at all); after awkward introductions Lynette learned that Deacon's
companion's name was Dawnique and that she was from Fort Worth. She also
learned that Dawnique was a former street fighter and was thinking of getting
back into the game via the Battle Clan. It was also obvious that they had a
past together and maybe even a present.

As most women do Lynette scanned the competition; Dawnique was her height,
with short dark brown hair, a pronounced but not oversized for head,
unblemished peanut butter brown skin, large shapely brown eyes. High
cheekbones, adorned at the base with deep dimples, bounteous burgundy tinted
lips of which the top one turned up slightly. She wore a sleeveless white top
that revealed the sensuous striations in her arms and shoulders, her waist
about 18" enhanced by a super hero like six pack protruding through the thin
material. Dawnique was also wearing a denim mini skirt that embraced her
tapered hips and vibrant protruding posterior. Dawnique's legs were cut
flawlessly, supple athletic thighs and enormous symmetrical rhombus patterned
calves were enviable even to Lynette. Her smile though large and friendly was
flawed because her gums were much larger than her teeth. All this information
was gathered and processed by Lynette in about 15 seconds (it's a girl
thing;-). The two belle's eyes never lost contact during their brief encounter
as if they were communicating by telepathy; additionally both of them simpered
competitively exhibiting their magnificent physiques.

Though it was obvious they were about the same age Lynette could not resist
asking with a cattish grin, "So Deacon what do you and your 'little friend'
have planned for the day? A trip to the park, the museum, a Disney film?"
Deacon broke into a cold sweat because of the tension, " Uhh well we Uhh" " We
have some more adult activities planned for the day and this evening" Dawnique
interrupted as she smiled back at Lynette hugging Deacon's waist.

"So Lynette has Deacon talked you into the fight game yet or are you concerned
about messing up that pretty little face?" questioned Dawnique boldly.

" No she doesn't. Deacon tried to offer before Lynette cut him off.

"I've had a few bouts, I'm not really in the game but I don't mind sparing to
stay in shape and uhh Honey, it's not my face that gets messed up" Lynette
informed her as she gradually lost her smile.

"Well maybe we can get together sometime and I can show you a thing or two"
said Dawnique leaning towards her almost crossing the counter with her upper
body.

By this time Lynette was nose to nose with Dawnique smiling, "anytime Boo I
got a few things I can show you"

"Ladies, uuh umm! Old man over here getting older. Dawnique we were supposed
to be finding a book on French cooking" he reminded her.

"Sorry baby I was having so much fun with Lynette I forgot myself for a
moment. I look forward to our next meeting Lynette, tell you what", she said
looking into her small purse producing a card and sliding it to Lynette on the
counter. Give me a call when you think you are up to a work out I will be
ready anytime." Lynette took the card smiled and said "Goodbye" much to
Deacon's relief. Deacon's emotions were flooding from all directions. First he
was taken aback at the thought that Lynette might care enough to be jealous
and be jealous enough to fight. Second he was flattered that a young and
beautiful woman like Dawnique would do the same, lastly the prospect of these
peerless beauties locked in sweltering combat now ruled his thinking.

While in the cook book section he started to scold Dawnique concerning
Lynette,

" So what do you think you are doing? That girl has only had two fights and
you have had over one hundred!" Deacon reminded her. "Yea but that wide @$$
B!%@#!'s Mouth has been in a skirmish or two" retorted Dawnique. "Upset
because she has hips and you don't? Deacon said smiling devilishly.

"F()@%! you Deacon. I tell you what Boo; I won't hurt her too bad in fact what
parts of that chicken do you want left intact?" She offered with her hands on
her hips.

"Dawnique you can't be serious.." said Deacon.

"OK so what are the rules? You get to set them, I will only kick her @$$!
within the confines of what you allow" She said smiling in an impish fashion.

"OK 'D' it goes like this, a pure wrestling match; no strikes, no kicks, no
gauging, no biting, no butting, no face, tit, or vaginal claws! Deacon
insisted with his eyes wide open and his eyebrows raised.

"D@^^^%! You can take the fun out of an @$$ whoopin' joked Dawnique.

Deacon made a date to talk with Lynette who he was very upset with and little
did he know she was just as upset with him. They met at PF Chang's; a quiet
table for two in the back, it was tense but they began to talk after ordering
the meal.

"Look Lynette, Dawnique is dangerous and as your manager I would not advise.."
he started.

"As my manager you are supposed to believe in me!. "she interrupted Lynette
"Boo.." he said softly.

"Don't Boo me I ain't yo' woman and maybe not even your fighter, old man!
snapped Lynette. Deacon bowed his head and exhaled; that last statement cut
him bad. She would never know how much reminding him of not being what he
wanted most hurt him because he would never tell her.

"OK Lynette, I just wanted to say that you will not be fighting some muscle
bound chick from a local gym or the night manager from HEB you will be
fighting a seasoned professional with over a hundred street fights under her
belt" He warned.

"You mean you set it up?" she said smiling.

"Yes Boo, I mean Lynette, I set it up under certain conditions and if you do
what I tell you, you will win.

"Deacon I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you, it's just that no one ever had
the confidence you've shown in me before and when you sounded like you didn't
I .. " she explained.

"Shhhhh! You are still my "Shero" he said smiling. Lynette put her chin in her
hands smiling from ear to ear. Though Dawnique would always have a special
place in Deacon's heart and his bed, what he felt for Lynette was the stuff
that bad poetry contrived love stories and old Blues songs were made of.
Normally Deacon was a man of great integrity but he spent that evening and
every day leading up to the bout teaching Lynette how to counter Dawnique's
moves and exposing her every weakness while at the same time sleeping with
Dawnique.

Deacon knew he had to talk to Dawnique about the match and the situation so he
met with her for lunch one day. "D" I have to be honest with you concerning
the match" he said.

Dawnique's intuition let her know something was up so she asked, "Honest, have
we not always been honest with one another Deacon?"

He dropped his head in shame then raised it cleared his throat and confessed,
"No I have not; I have been training Lynette for the match with you and I'm
going to be in her corner"

"You been sleepin' with her too Deacon? Dawnique interrogated.

"No it's nothing like that D," he said.

"Then what the f()@%! Is it like Deacon?" she snapped. "Are you trying to tell
me that you are not hittin' it?!" Are you trying to tell me that the promise
of her p()$$%^! is more compelling that gettin' mine?!" "Is that what you are
trying to get me to believe, cause I'm not buyin' it M()%#@ F()(%@!" "Per
adventure you have not hit it I know you plan to, you son of B!%@#!" (Buy this
time they were starting to draw attention to themselves in the normally quiet
restaurant) "Dawnique" he said softly hoping to calm her. "Ethically I can't
manage you and sleep with you at the same time, I.."

"Ethically, ethically! I don't believe you Deacon! Is it ventriloquism, the
way you can talk out of both sides of your mouth?" "I supposed you think you
told her how to beat me huh, Deacon?" Wrong! I know more than what you think
Boo but don't worry the rules you asked for to protect the little B!%@#! will
stay the same." "You see, Deacon I can keep my word and act 'ethically' so let
me make you another promise. "Win, loose or draw I will hurt her, under those
same rules" she said smiling and then she left after throwing her drink in his
face.

The waiter came by with a worried look and asked, "Is everything all right
Sir?

"Uuhh yes we were just rehearsing for a play we are doing" Deacon offered
nervously.

"I see," said the waiter politely. "And will Madam be returning?"

"No she has another appointment," he said.

"Thank God" the waiter said under his breath.

"May I have the check please" Deacon asked.

The time came for the match; they met in an abandoned HEB store at 12:00
midnight. There was plenty of space with the exception of a some railing, a
few barriers and cashiers stations. Deacon was with Lynette and Dawnique was
alone.

"Where is your second 'D'?" Deacon inquired.

"Lost" she responded sullenly. "Ready for this @$$ whoopin' B!%@#!? Asked
Dawnique.

"It's not my @$$ that's on the line H@#!" responded Lynette.

Lynette was dressed in a glossy black singlette; which show off the fact that
her already magnificent physique had been fine-tuned the battle. Her sensuous
silken shoulders and arms now fully striated, her chiseled back muscles a maze
of sumptuous V-shaped excellence, her abdominal development still a chocolate
waterfall of feminine virility flowing into her immaculate Nubian hips. Her
robust thighs and symmetrical calves flexing with expectancy. Deacon's heart
skipped a beat at this glorious vision.

Dawnique was wearing a royal blue French cut singlete trimmed in gold her two
favorite colors. In Deacon's mind she had never looked so good; her sleek
heavily striated honey tinted shoulders and arms, flexing for battle.
Dawnique's jaunty breasts rested atop her picture perfect six pack. Dawnique's
crown and glory physically was her lower half; her hind end a caramel orb of
womanly excellence joined to vigorous thighs and delicious rhombus shaped
calves that had no rival. The only thing missing was her imperfect yet
friendly smile; she was all business and Deacon knew it.

This was not a sanctioned Battle Clan bout, they were just supposed to be
sparing, a friendly little match but it was anything other than friendly, and
it was personal. There was no bell or gong Deacon was to start them by simply
saying, "Fight!"

Usually neither woman was very vocal when grappling but this time was
different; they first engaged in the traditional slapping and finger locking
typical in free style wrestling while simultaneously cursing each other.

" Come on B!%@#! Come on H@#! Is that all you got C()^%t!? Come and see
S!()%t! Then suddenly with tremendous force the clenched, their heads
colliding when they came together their mutual headlocks were cinched. The
pressure from the holds was obvious from the struggling belles response,
"S#!%!" "F()@%!" Deacon couldn't tell which offering came from whom since both
women were growling and waxing very "ghetto". They twisted, turned, stretched
and bent one another while performing the 'waltz of conflict' across the
floor. With every movement came a grunt of breath and erotic distention of
their sweltering ligaments. At the sight of this sensual exhibition Deacon
started to transude. Though there were no weapons the girls cleverly started
to bang each other's bodies into the railing and abandoned cashiers stations.
They finally rolled on top of a counter burning their hips and thighs on the
rubber conveyer belt. Lynette ended up on the bottom so she thrust her wide
hips into a bridge position to relieve the abrasive effects. Dawnique pushed
back pelvis to pelvis almost forcing Lynette back to the surface.

Still taunting one another Lynette said, "Is that all you have B!%@#! No
wonder you can't hold Deacon's attention." With all her might the light brown
vixen responded by forcing Lynette's juicy rump to the surface.

"Uuh! B!%@#! Least I'm gettin' some! Lynette then twisted and toppled them
both to the floor, the impact was frightful yet they did not let go of one
another nor did the desist trading insults. Both grappling to their feet,
Dawnique gained her bearing first jammed her hip into Lynette's pelvis twisted
her the slammed her to the floor.

SLAP! "Uuuhhh! F()@%!" exclaimed Lynette upon impact.

"Oh yea H@#! That's just the beginning! Warned Dawnique as she pulled her hair
lifting Lynette to her feet. Dawnique hooked Lynette's head with her left arm
then reached for her crotch with her right hand Lynette knew that Dawnique was
going for a suflex and she knew that she would not survive it. Lynette
abruptly placed a double talon grip on Dawnique's lower stomach and bladder
area. Dawnique cried out with a very shrill, "S#!%!" relinquishing her hold
yet swiftly locking on a talon grip of her own; digging her fingers into the
space between Lynette's right collar bone and trap. She used the other hand to
clutch Lynette's short ribs on the right side.

The Nubian enchantress responded thus, "Oh F()@%!" Now they were even, both
burst into tears from the agony and rage they felt. Their waltz turned into a
basic two step slowly turning round and round as they damned each other
passionately. The action ceased to be enjoyable to Deacon for they clawed so
fiercely into each other's flesh that a sanguineous emission seeped from their
wounds. (At this point Deacon's heart was breaking but he had to let them
settle it) Once again they toppled to the floor where they grappled for
supremacy flipping, suflexing and slamming each other "tit for tat". Again the
puissant brawling vamps engaged again in mutual head locks standing side by
side they then enter locked their legs bending down slowly only to revisit
scuffling for position. Grabbing each other by the chin and hair twisting
until they were back to back their copious sweat glazed rumps seemed also to
be doing battle. Their harden mammary glands aiming to opposite walls fixed
upon augmenting oxygen needy torsos. If the girls were not so spent they would
have broken each other's necks but they merely wrenched each other's necks and
contorted one another's backs like braves' bows. Perspiration soaked heads and
faces made it impossible to maintain their grips so they fell flat in opposite
directions. Now battle worn both beauties staggered toward each other and
began tussling about as if the were drunk. Although they appeared to have
nothing left in their lump and abrasion perforated bodies these stalwart
matron gladiators continued to execute sundry techniques and counters on one
another with machine like precision. Monkey flips, anaconda locks, arm bars,
back, stomach and crotch mounts, neck breakers and various Kama Sutra like
positions Deacon had never seen or dreamed of.

Finally he could stand no more "Ladies that's enough!' Deacon demanded.

"No Deacon I got this B!%@#! Cried Dawnique.

"S#!%! B!%@#! You gonna get got! Responded Lynette.

In a burst of strength Lynette pushed Dawnique against a counter then cinched
a scissors hold about her right thigh Dawnique responding in kind, hence
producing a sweltering anaconda like milk chocolate and golden caramel swirl.

Taking to the floor one last time the inverted their torsos into push-up like
positions for leverage while twisting, and straining every inch of nubile
flesh against nubile flesh, their immaculate tightening posteriors and
striated legs seeking a submission from the other combatant. Eyes and every
capillary bulging, their normally beautiful faces twisted, pelvises slightly
raised, backs arched all muscles employed in this last effort to dominate
Suddenly they burst into a duet of distress;

"EEEEEEAAAhhhhh!!!!!" Crying out simultaneously in a manner that startled even
Deacon; they both pulled their hamstrings. Whimpering they both cried out
begging for Deacon to release them from the erotic entanglement of their
limbs. He did so gingerly enabling the women to crawl away, dragging their
disfigured appendages behind them. Most amazing of all things after dragging
their injured limbs away from one another and briefly composing themselves
they turned their battle worn bodies and started at one another issuing
threats of death,"Come on B!%@#! It's time to die H@#!" screamed Dawnique.

"You nasty country slut! B!%@#! I'll snatch yo' tongue out yo' head!" returned
Lynette.

"Stop it D@^^!%! it!" barked Deacon.

In an unprecedented display of strength Deacon hoisted both girls on his
shoulders their injured rumps caressing his face placing them in his Hummer he
rushed them to West Houston Emergency Room. While in route they glanced into
the rear view mirror where they saw something neither woman imagined they
would ever see; tears "in Deacon's eyes."

G-Man