Samantha the Divorce Negotiation Specialist ? Samantha vs. Marissa
Written by John J. ? jjcatfights at sbcglobal dot net   -   Copyright 2014
A gorgeous underground fighter is a divorce negotiator, reaching her settlements by fighting.


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Disclaimer: This story is completely a work of fiction. Readers who enjoy the
fantasy of imagining gorgeous babes in rough, wild fights are my intended
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scenes contain graphic, and possibly disturbing, descriptions of physical
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nudity. There is no sexual content per say, but some of the violence is
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Samantha had golden blonde hair and big bright blue eyes. Long and wavy blonde
hair flowed past Sam?s shoulders and framed her pretty face. Her eye popping
centerfold curves that measured out at 38D-24-36 were a major source of pride
for the lusciously curved beauty. The blue eyed blonde stood five foot and
nine inches tall and weighed 132 firmly toned and fit pounds. Her huge cupped
breasts allowed nearly any outfit to display her impressive cleavage to
maximum effect. The womanly curves continued with a slender, trim waist, and
flared out hips; her whole feminine package created a near perfect hour glass
shape. That same body that Samantha was so proud of also evoked envious and
jealous glares from many, if not most, of the women she crossed paths with.

The busty blonde wanted a side job, something part time that paid well, very
well. She certainly didn't want an office job, stuck behind some desk pushing
paper around, answering phones, or filing, or any mundane tasks like that. Her
main job as one of the star fighters in an underground fight club paid her
very well, and if she couldn't find the perfect fit second job for her
lifestyle, then she truly didn't NEED the second job. She wanted it to buy
herself some very expensive gifts that she wished to possess quickly. Since
childhood, Sam was never a patient girl, and she didn?t like saving up and
waiting to earn anything. She wanted things when she wanted them, and that
usually meant fast. She wanted something that would allow ample time for her
workouts and her fight training, and if the job was physical as well, to allow
some good exercise while she worked, that would be even better.

Absent-mindedly reading the local newspaper one Sunday, the blonde brawler saw
a help wanted ad that caught her eye. A marriage counseling and divorce
negotiation firm needed another negotiator, and the ad promised great pay, but
warned that the negotiations normally got physical. Samantha liked the sound
of it. She fired off her resume. A few days later, she got a call to come in
for an interview. Afterwards, the luscious blonde thought the interview turned
out great. Within a few more days, she was notified that she was hired, and
they had her first negotiation, if she was ready to start.

Dressed in a black skirt, tightly fitted white silk blouse, pantyhose, and
black heels, Samantha looked like a stereotypical sultry secretary. She sat on
the chair beside her bosses' desk, and she listened and learned as he went
over how they work. Sam's boss, Mark Royce, explained to her, "Everyone these
days is lawsuit happy. People sue over the most trivial issues; in the end who
ends up rich, the lawyers. Our services mostly center on marital issues;
sometimes we deal with reconciliations but most of our negotiations are
divorces. Most people assume that you need attorneys to divorce, but you
really don't. As long as you have all the appropriate paperwork, and the
division of assets, that's all the court really cares about. In a typical
court divorce, the lawyers will take about a third of the marital assets. Our
negotiation services are a flat five, ten, or twenty perfect of the marital
estate."

Mark continued, ?We always represent the injured party in our divorce
negotiations. Before we take a case, we always do our own investigations of
the marriage and divorce, to make sure that we are representing the injured
victim. Our negotiators, like you, fight against the guilty party in the
marriage dispute. You would probably wonder why someone getting a divorce
would bother. The reason is simple, money, very fast money. We promise to
resolve the divorce settlement on the same day as the fight, as opposed to the
months that it normally takes for a traditional court divorce settlement. That
is why they agree. A good average is that six out of ten of our clients are
the wives, and the negotiators fight against the soon to be ex-husbands. In
another three cases out of ten, the wife is the guilty party and we take the
side of the husband. That final one case in ten, both parties are guilty of
something, and it isn?t clear which party is the victim. If there is not a
clear cut offender and victim, we normally pass on those settlements, and let
the courts sort it out, or sometimes in those unclear cases, the negotiator
will simply act as the referee, and we let the soon-to-be ex-spouses fight it
out.?

He added, ?A large part of our guarantee to our clients is over their maximum
payout. It is generally agreed that the courts normally divide marital estates
in half during a divorce. Very one-sided settlements happen when one marital
partner is guilty of something major like infidelity and the other partner is
the clearly innocent victim. We estimate, given the evidence provided by the
spouses, what the likely court distribution would be, and using that our
basis, we see how the guilty spouse does in their fight against our
negotiator. Should the offender spouse do well enough against our negotiator
that they win a larger settlement than the likely court distribution, we only
ask our client to pay out the likely amount. We cover the difference at our
expense, and we lose our fees, too. I can proudly say that our negotiators are
plenty good enough at what they do, that we have yet to make one of those
payouts, or lose our fees. Depending upon how badly the victim spouse wants to
see their soon to be ex-spouse beaten up by the negotiator, that determines
our fee of five, ten, or twenty percent fee of the marital estate. Five
percent is a minimum of a five round match. Ten percent gets a minimum of an
eight round match, and finally, twenty percent gets the victim spouse a
minimum of a twelve round match.?

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?Let?s go meet our newest client,? Mark said to Samantha, in his office. He
led the tall, gorgeous blonde down the hallway to the conference room. They
both entered the room and took their seats quickly. Mark started off, "In our
negotiations, we only represent the side of the injured party. So, Mrs. Jones,
even though it was you that originally contacted me about our negotiation
services, your husband is the injured party, not you. Therefore, Mrs. Jones,
as I have told you on several occasions, we will not represent you and your
interests.?

Mr. Royce turned to address the man, ?Mr. Charles Jones, according to my
notes, you are the injured party in this divorce negotiation. If you wish to
hire us, we are ready to move forward, and we will represent you and your
interests in this negotiation."

The meek man seated beside the firm bodied Latin woman nodded and said, "Yes,
sir. I most definitely do want to hire you, and your representative to
negotiate for me. As we discussed, I do have proof that my wife, Marissa,
cheated on me numerous times."

Voluptuous Marissa glared at her soon to be ex-husband and said, "Cheating?
Please. Sure, I had sex with other men. I don't deny it. I should have my
needs met too. I deserve an award for acting for making it believable that I
enjoyed sex with you. I could hardly even feel it when you stuck that pencil
eraser in your pants inside me. And you have the NERVE to want to divorce me
because I've been unfaithful. I should have divorced you years ago for being a
lousy lover. You never had such great sex as I gave you." The gorgeous Latina
turned to Mark and continued, ?Yes, it was me that contacted you. I heard that
with your arrangement I could get my settlement very quickly and be on my way.
Yes, I know how your services work. I work out every day to keep my body in
shape, and I?m a fighter. I?ve fought plenty of times, and I know I can take
your negotiator. My husband is loaded, with millions and millions. I want my
FAIR share of that money, and I will beat the crap out of your negotiator girl
to get it. After that I?ll be gone; my idiot ex-husband can find some new
babe, if he?ll have enough money for another babe to show any interest in him
and I?ll go back to my man who appreciates and worships my sexy body.?

Charlie said, "See, she freely admits it. A friend told me that no judge would
give her half of our marital assets with that attitude, more likely between a
fourth and a third. Well, I could live with giving her a fourth of my estate,
but she wants half, if not more. I can't accept giving her half, no more than
one fourth, and preferably less. If I just let the courts settle it, the
lawyers get a third, then her fourth, that?s just about half. I made that
money with my hard work; I?m not giving it away to some lawyer, and this
cheating tramp!"

The Latina added, "I am not going to be penalized for having my physical needs
met, since my husband has proven that he is not capable of meeting them. I
don't see that as cheating, so I DEMAND my full half."

Mr. Royce said, "That's what we are here for, to settle these issues and
negotiate. Mr. Jones, as our client, your negotiator is Samantha." Samantha
stood for a moment, and then took her seat. Mark went on, "Mrs. Jones, you
understand and agree that this negotiation today bypasses everything with
divorce court, lawyers, and the whole drawn out settlement process, that with
the size of the marital estate would probably take many months to completely
settle. Our way, everything is settled and done today, including dividing up
the assets. Since you have cheated, Mrs. Jones, you will face the negotiator,
and fight her. If you can defeat her, you can walk away from this marriage
with the 50-50 asset split that you want, or possibly even more, but if you
lose, you could potentially leave with even less than the one fourth that the
courts would probably award you. Do you agree to those terms?"

Marissa laughed, "Yes, I agree. As I said, I?m a fighter. I grew up in a rough
neighbor, and I got tough fast. I had to be.? She looked at Samantha and said,
?I used to steal lunch money from airhead bimbos like you every day. This is
going to be fun, and easy! Just like taking candy from a baby.? The sultry
blonde stood up. She heaved her large, perfectly rounded boobs at Mrs. Jones,
as she took the husband's hand and shook it. Samantha said, "Don't worry,
Charlie. Your marital assets are perfectly safe with me. She'll be lucky to
keep that one fourth she could have had. You'll get to see her scramble out of
here with just the clothes she?s wearing, and not much more, when I'm done
with her." Marissa stood and jutted her clearly smaller boobs out at Samantha
as she shot back, "You don't scare me, you blonde bimbo. My husband is going
to regret banking on you to be his negotiator. When I'm done with you, Miss
Negotiator, he'll be wondering where his fortune went."

Mr. Royce continued, "Our negotiations start at an even 50-50 split. Samantha
and Marissa will fight it out in our ring down in the sub-basement. Falls end
with a knockout, submission, pin count, or orgasm. Mr. Charles Jones has
chosen the five fall match option. Therefore, every fall Samantha wins, Mr.
Jones gains another ten percent on his share of the settlement, and each fall
Marissa wins, she gains ten percent on her share of the settlement. The fight
lasts for a minimum of five falls. After the fifth fall, the losing woman can
elect to submit and end the fight, or she can choose to continue with more
falls, only if neither side has reached a full one hundred percent on their
percentage. However, when one sides? score reaches a full one hundred percent
of the assets that ends the fight automatically. The loser leaves with
nothing. After the fifth fall, the fight continues until one side reaches the
full one hundred percent, or one of the women concedes the fight. Do either of
you have any questions?"

Mrs. Jones looked at her husband and said, "I'm looking forward to this,
asshole. I'm going to lay out your big tit blonde over there, and take you for
everything you have!"

Samantha stepped in front of Mr. Jones and told his wife with a glare, "I
can't wait to see you try, you self-centered cheating bitch!"

"Okay ladies. You can settle this downstairs," Mark Royce said.

*****

Twenty minutes later, Mark Royce and Charlie Jones sat in their seats, in an
elevated glass skybox that offered a full view of the entire boxing ring. The
two gorgeous women entered the ring from opposite sides, from their respective
dressing rooms. Samantha entered from the right side, in a blue thong bikini
bottom, very lightly padded blue fingerless workout gloves, and nothing else.
No top, no shoes, nothing. Marissa made her entrance from the left side, in a
red thong bikini bottom; she also wore the very lightly padded workout gloves,
and hers were colored red, like her thong, but no top and no shoes. In near
unison, both women climbed into the ring and positioned themselves in their
corners.

Mark said, "Begin!"

A clear air of superiority about her, Marissa moved in toward Samantha.
Samantha approached in a very casual style; almost care free, with her fists
at her sides, no defenses raised. Marissa swung right, and Samantha turned,
and let the punch sail past her. Enraged, Marissa punched again, with her left
this time, and the blonde ducked this time, and the hook went over her head.
Samantha popped up after the miss, and brought a left uppercut with her that
slammed into Marissa's chin. The Latina stumbled backward, while Sam followed
her. The gorgeous blonde hammered home a volley of lefts and rights that
battered the soon to be ex-wife's boobs, leaving the previously perfect orbs
marked with multiple red marks and bruises.

Busty blonde Samantha backed away from the corner and gave Marissa some room.
The Latina was pissed now, as she had fought many times before, but had never
gotten her tits so bruised up before getting a lot more shots in herself.
Marissa took aim and fired a straight right jab at Samantha's nose, as she
charged at the unmoving blonde. Suddenly, Marissa stopped dead in her tracks,
her punch aimed at the blonde's head forgotten. Pain welled up inside her, and
she thought she would throw up right there. Marissa drooped forward, into
Samantha, the blonde's knee still firmly held against the Latina's crotch,
exactly where the blow connected. Sam took advantage of the situation as she
peppered Marissa's abs and ribs from both sides with repeated blows.
Discolored bruises and welts formed in multiple spots, the Latina?s
well-conditioned abs yielded under the blonde?s powerful blows. Sam gave her
adversary a hard shove and Marissa stumbled and staggered, before she flopped
against the far turnbuckle, and used her arms to hold herself up.

The busty blonde moved in and taunted her foe, "What's wrong ?Little Miss
Chili Pepper.? I thought you were going to lay me out and take all of your
husband's money. How's that working out for you?" Insulted by the blonde's
taunts, Marissa willed herself off the ropes and lunged at the blonde. As she
charged, Samantha set herself and drilled a right hook into the Latina's jaw.
After a loud thud from the impact, the Latina?s head snapped to the side, her
body pivoted. Samantha then fired another hook from the other side. The left
hook snapped the brunette back the other direction. She pitched and rolled
with a groan before Marissa went down in a heap.

A cocky smile on her face, Samantha backed away from the brunette Latina. Mark
stood and started the count for a knockout.

"1..."

Marissa let out a groan as she rolled over, "2..."

"3..."

The Latina grabbed the middle rope, "4..."

"5...," Marissa pulled herself up to one knee.

"6..."

Latina Mrs. Jones got to the other knee, "7..."

"8...," Grabbing the top rope, Marissa pulled herself up to her feet.

Marissa turned around. As she completed the turn, Samantha's gloved fist
slammed into her nose. A trail of blood squirted out of one nostril. The
brunette managed to turn her head just enough that the punch didn't hit
straight, but impacted on more of an angle and hit one side. Marissa?s
previously solid six pack abs gave way as Sam volleyed a left-right combo into
her gut.

The blonde set herself and powered another knee into her foe's snatch. Marissa
cursed in pain and called Samantha all manner of obscenities, as she dropped
to her knees and doubled over, a flood of pain washed over her entire body.

Samantha viciously knocked her foe over and sat with her full body weight as
she assumed a schoolgirl pin position astride Marissa sore boobs. The hot
blonde bounced her sexy ass into her rival?s tits several times, just to
reinforce the point that she had the dominant position. The Latina kicked and
kneed at Samantha's back to dislodge her, but the blonde babe grabbed one leg
and then the other to secure the pin completely.

Mark started the pin count, "1..."

"2...," Marissa tried to squirm free, but with no effect.

"3..."

"4..."

Marissa made one last attempt to break free, but it was futile. She heard,
"5..."

Mark then said, "Five minute break!"

Latina Marissa went to her assigned corner. Mark's ring aides quickly went to
her. One of the women applied ice packs to her bruised boobs and ribs, while
another worked on her bloody nose. In under a minute, Marissa's nose bleed
stopped. The aides kept the ice packs on the Latina's bruises for as long as
they could, removing them just seconds before she had to get on her feet to
continue the fight. The two hot women squared off again. Samantha threw a
right, but Marissa dodged it and let it fly past her. She connected with a
right to the blonde's jaw. Samantha's head didn't budge!

Sam laughed, "That tickled. I hope that wasn't supposed to be a REAL punch.
Was it?" Samantha used her best poker face to convince Marissa her punch had
no effect. While it didn't hurt the blonde badly, it was hardly ineffective
either, but Samantha couldn't let her foe see that her jaw was throbbing in
pain. Marissa bought Samantha's bluff, and she looked scared, petrified
really, as she backed away.

Blonde babe Samantha followed behind Marissa and plowed a series of lefts and
rights into the brunette's head, as she bounced the Latina's head like a
Ping-Pong ball, left to right to left to right, back and forth. Marissa saw
stars, and heard bells in her head as she hit the turnbuckles and drooped into
the ropes. Sam fired a left and right, two straight jabs, and those landed
with a thud into Marissa's aching boobs, flattening both feminine orbs. The
blonde continued as she drilled lefts and rights into the sides of her foe's
already battered boobs, leaving more bruises and discoloration on top of
bruises and discoloration. Marissa slumped a bit further down the turnbuckles.
The blonde's foot flew hard and fast, as she slammed into the Latina's tender,
bruised pussy. Samantha's kick forced Marissa upright and set her up for a
left-right volley of punches into her just kicked crotch. Marissa wanted to
cry and sob in pain, but she willed herself not to do it and embarrass herself
like that. She resolved herself to take the pain, but not show that much
weakness to cry or beg.

The hot blonde switched gears again on her attack. Sam shoved her brunette
adversary out of the corner and down on her butt. The gorgeous blonde pushed
her foe the rest of the way down and sat her lusciously curved ass down on the
brunette's face. Even though Marissa's breasts and crotch were bruised and
achy, the blonde wildcat knew how to touch and caress her rival's body to
build sexual excitement. Marissa sighed and moaned as the ponytailed beauty
ran her fingers up and down the length of her pussy lips, under her panties.
One hand focused on the brunette's crotch, while the other worked back and
forth between the downed Latina's full breasts. Latina Marissa lost focus of
her bruises and pain, as the blonde expertly worked her body into sexual
bliss. Soon, Samantha's fingers went inside Marissa's excited pussy lips and
the brunette whimpered in ecstasy. Both her crotch and breasts hummed
sexually. The blonde pumped her fingers in and out, while she thumbed the
brunette's clit. Samantha continued these frenzied motions for several minutes
longer until the Latina finally cried out. She creamed all over Samantha's
fingers, her body writhing in excitement after that amazing girl- girl orgasm.
Before Mark could announce the break, Samantha cruelly made a double-fist and
hammered it down into Marissa's overheated pussy. Intense pain mixed and
tangled with the intense pleasure of the orgasm, and the Latina went into
overload, her nerves numb, unable to process the different and conflicting
signals quite so quickly.

Sam got in a couple more nipple squeezes, before Mark finally stood and said,
"Five minute break. The match is two to zero, in favor of Samantha."

Over the break, the ring aides brought back ice packs to work on Marissa's
many bruises and injuries. Her body had ice packs everywhere. Her aching tits
were covered, with ice packs on the top and sides. Her ribs were iced, and her
crotch was iced. As before, the aides kept the ice packs in place until the
last second, when Marissa had to get to her feet.

Samantha was quick on her feet after the brief rest. Marissa got up slower and
more tentatively. The luscious blonde stepped in and swung at Marissa's sore
boobs, but the brunette expected that shot and blocked. But, Samantha also
expected the block, and hammered her left straight into the brunette's nose,
opening up the earlier wound and sending a heavier trail of blood down her
face, from her damaged nose. Blonde Samantha kept up the pressure on the
brunette's boobs as she drilled straight jabs into both globes, once again
flattening them into her chest and adding to the bruises and welts already
present, as the orbs swelled and discolored more, now turning a cringe
inducing shade of purple and black.

Using Marissa's arm for leverage, Samantha forced the limb around and took her
down roughly. Her legs snagged around Marissa's trapped arm in a scissors
hold, the golden blonde beauty pulled back and applied pressure. Brunette
Marissa howled as the painful arm bar hold caused her arm to move in a
direction nature didn't intend, and possibly damage her shoulder. An expert
with such holds, Samantha knew how to safely ratchet up the pressure,
increasing the pain level, but without damage, and she did just that. Fearful
the vicious blonde might actually pull hard enough to dislocate the shoulder,
Marissa yelled out her surrender.

Mark stood and said, "Five minute break. We are now at three falls to zero in
favor of Samantha. " Again, the ring aides continued to work on Marissa's
injured nose and numerous bruises over the five minute break. The aides
successfully stopped the brunette's nose bleed, but with only five minutes to
apply the ice packs, the aides knew it wouldn't help much, but something is
better than nothing. They did what they could for the brunette.

Perhaps fear of being humiliated overtook Marissa, but whatever it was, the
Latina went on the attack. She caught Samantha by surprise as she plowed a
right into the blonde's face, and caused a trickle of blood in the corner of
her mouth. Marissa cocked her fist back and fired at Samantha's jaw, but the
blue eyed beauty blocked that blow with ease.

Samantha countered with another straight right to the face. Marissa groaned as
the blonde caused blood to flow from both nostrils. The Latina backed off a
few steps and tried to regroup, but Samantha stayed with her and hammered a
knee into her crotch and then another flurry of left-right combinations to the
tits. Much to Samantha?s surprise Marissa didn't drop. The blonde stepped back
and drilled an uppercut into the brunette's chin. Her mouth snapped shut as
her body rose a couple inches, then tipped and dropped, finally landing with a
thud, her battered boobs taking the brunt of the hit, adding insult to injury.

"1..." Mark said.

Marissa groaned, "2..."

"3..."

"4..."

The brunette grabbed the bottom rope, "5..."

"6..."

She got the middle rope, "7..."

"8..."

The Latina pulled herself to one knee, "9..."

"10!" Marked called out, "KNOCK OUT!"

"Five minute break," Mark said again. "The score is four falls to zero,
Samantha in the lead."

One aide went over to check Samantha and her bloody lip, but didn't do
anything, as the minor injury was already healing.

Marissa's aides on the other hand had to wait until the brunette made it back
to her corner, which wasted nearly 30 seconds of the break. They continued
with their ice packs, but with more bruises, welts, and discoloration on the
Latina's boobs, it just made that much harder to numb the pain. To Marissa,
the five minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

The brunette got to her feet and immediately went to the blonde and clinched
with her, as she tried to avoid getting hit. But Samantha was an expert boxer
and drilled short punches into brunettes' gut, and even up into the underside
of her aching boobs, an area of her once pristine globes that was untouched
prior to this point in the fight.

Samantha shoved Marissa into the ropes, and as the Latina bounced, the blonde
jumped and kicked.

Marissa screamed as the dropkick caught her square in the tits, flattening
both orbs into her ribs once again. Marissa dropped, apparently all but out
cold.

"1..."

"2..."

"3..."

Marissa stirred a bit as she moved her head, "4..."

"5..."

"6..."

She dragged herself toward the ropes, "7..."

"8..."

The Latina grabbed the bottom rope, "9..."

"10! YOU'RE OUT!"

Mark boomed, "The score is now five falls to zero. The match is over, Samantha
wins!"

The blonde raised her arms up high in victory. Marissa managed to get to her
feet after at least a minute. She dragged her battered body over to Samantha
and whispered to her.

Samantha walked over to Mark and Charlie. She asked, "Marissa asked for one
more fall. She said that she will be broke, ruined, if the fight ends like
this. She offered to get just five percent back if she wins, against she will
find a way to pay our fees, so Charlie won't have to pay either of us, should
she lose. What do you think?"

Mark said, "I'm inclined to take that offer."

"I don't know. I'm happy with what I've got. All this is going to cost me is
your five percent fee. My bitch of a wife got humiliated today. I'm good,"
Charlie said honestly.

"It's up to you now, Samantha. You break the tie," Mark told the female fight
club star.

Samantha looked at Charlie and said, "Trust me, Charlie. In a few minutes,
you're going to thank me for this. Yes, I accept Marissa's offer."

"Okay," Mark said. "One more fall, with the stipulations as outlined. Marissa
gets five percent of her marital estate back if she wins this fall, against
her not getting anything, and having to pay all of the negotiation fees, if
she loses."

Marissa said, "Yes, that's the offer."

"I accept," Samantha responded.

Marissa raised her fists, as did Samantha. The brunette moved in close. She
whispered, "Please, Samantha. I'm begging you, please let me win this fall.
I'll be ruined. Please. I'm begging."

Samantha smiled, "Sorry, sweetie. I can't do that. I work for your husband,
not you." Long golden blonde waves of hair whipped around as she drilled a
straight left into Marissa's face that messed up her nose even worse that it
had been. Blood flowed freely down her face. The blonde hammered volleys of
lefts and rights, in many different combinations, into the Latina's boobs once
again. She backed up and delivered a spin kick that cracked into the side of
Marissa's head. The Latina?s head snapped to the side, and down she went like
a pile of bricks.

"1..."

"2..."

"3..."

"4..."

"5..."

"6..."

"7..."

"8..."

"9..."

Some soft cries could be heard from the unmoving Marissa, as Mark said, "10!
YOU'RE OUT! SAMANTHA WINS!"

Charlie thanked both Samantha and Mark for the negotiation settlement. He
promised Samantha a nice bonus for her decisive win, which Samantha was
appreciative of. She had her eye on a new car, an expensive one, and she
needed all the negotiation fees and bonuses she could get to pay for it.
Marissa sobbed as she pulled herself up to her feet. She asked Charlie,
?Please help me out here. Remember the good times we had when we first got
married, and how much fun we had together. I still remember all of those times
fondly.? It was really a lie on Marissa?s part, she didn?t remember any of the
times she spent with Charlie fondly, except for spending his money.

Charlie shook his head and replied, ?Yes, we did have some very good times,
but you destroyed them when you cheated on me. Now, you got what you deserve,
so I?m not helping you.?

After the fight, with the ?negotiator? ended, Marissa glumly made her exit, as
she wanted to get as far from Samantha as she possibly could. She had only
lost a very few of the fights she had been in, and never in any of the fights
she lost had she gotten her ass kicked as badly as she just did. She was
scared, not only was she now dead broke, she had no house, no car, no source
of income, and to top it off she owed Samantha and Mark their five percent
negotiation fee, which she roughly estimated at about 1 to 1.5 million
dollars. She wore very loose fitted, figure concealing sweats, not because she
liked them, but because any of her other better fitting clothes caused
excruciating pain as the garments rubbed against her battered boobs and
pulverized pussy. Even the light touch of the oversized sweat garments hurt
her body.

As the Latina passed, Samantha teased, ?I hope those bruised tits and pussy
remind you to be careful about showing off your body to men other than your
own man from now on.?

Latina spitfire Marissa wanted to fire off a vicious retort, but she thought
better of it, and didn?t say a word. Marissa?s anger built again, as she
looked over toward the hot blonde fighter, who sat beside her now ex-husband,
her gaze locked on Samantha, and mostly where the blonde rested her hand,
right on Charlie?s crotch, her hand motions obviously indicative that the
blonde was stroking him off through his pants.

Samantha purred at the Latina, ?I don?t know how you could think Charlie here
has a mere pencil eraser in his pants. It feels more like a magic marker to
me, the deluxe sized extra thick magic marker.? Sam sighed, ?Maybe you just
don?t light his fire. Maybe you?re the problem, not him.?

At her snapping point, after that insult to her feminine wiles, Marissa
hissed, ?You just watch it, bitch?? Sam cut Marissa off abruptly, as she fired
back, ?What are you going to do? Are you going to shut me up? Are you going to
beat me up, ?Miss Chili Pepper???

The Latina tried to interject a snarky comeback. Sam just cut her off again
and continued her scathing tirade, ?You already tried to kick my ass,
remember. How did that work out? Not so good, it looks to me. Now, you just
remember, honey, you owe Mark, BIG; over a million dollars by my calculation.
Now, I am a fair woman, and I?ll give you time to raise that money,
considering your current financial state, but my patience has limits, and you
don?t want me to come looking for you, to get the money that you owe us both.?

Shrinking back from the blonde, Marissa knew Samantha was right. She might
talk tough, but she knew that she couldn?t take the blonde in a fight, not
after what just happened. So, she certainly didn?t want Sam to come looking
for her to get her money.

The hot blonde victor snaked her arm into Charlie?s and they headed out the
door together. ?How does Italian sound for dinner?? Charlie asked.

?Great,? Samantha replied. Then loud enough to be sure Marissa heard her, she
said, ?I can reciprocate and make us some breakfast??

The end.