My new girlfriend. Chapter 2 By ABG The Search Continues From the thrill of victory to the agony of defeat. I finally get to see two gorgeous women fight, and better yet, to fight over me, and now neither of them will speak to me. It's Kurt again and I still have the same problem. After Sonja and Claire fought viciously for my affection, Sonja promptly broke up with me. She moved out of my house, won't take my calls, and started dating her dickhead of a boss, James. Claire has simply disappeared. She quit her job, and moved out of her apartment. What's a guy to do? So it's a couple of weeks later and I'm hanging out with my buddy Tom at my favorite blues club. We're having a couple of cocktails and checking out the local talent. Tom has an eye on this big, bodacious blonde while I'm working on this exotic looking brunette. Her name turns out to be Maggie and she is a piece of work. Tall, eye to eye with my six foot in her three inch platform shoes, long slender legs encased in skin tight black pants and what appears to be a fairly nice ass. A sleeveless black silk blouse, with apparently only one button, reveals a trim flat waist, good arms and shoulders, and cleavage you could hide a small child in. Shimmering straight black hair with red highlights and dark brown eyes that actually simmer complete the picture. She claims to be half-Irish and half Apache, which she proclaims, gives her an awful temper. This, of course, sparks my immediate interest and I am already trying to think of ways to get her pissed off at Sonja. Other than this, she is pretty fucking boring and that is why I get distracted when I spot the redhead. I'm already tiring of Maggie's incessant whimpering when I notice her. The first thing I notice is her feet. Small and tucked into two-inch red spike fuck me pumps. Slender ankles that bloom into big chiseled calves and work their way up to muscular, tanned thighs. The very tops of the thighs disappear into the tiniest red print miniskirt I have ever seen. Her belly is ripped with muscle, no fat at all, and it gives way to the most incredible pair of tits in the city that seem to somehow be suspended in a tiny red tank top. Although the evening is warm, large erect nipples are clearly visible through the tank and my eyes linger there a moment before moving on to notice how nicely muscled her arms and shoulders are. She seems relaxed but her shoulders still pop with muscle and every move she makes shows a peak of biceps and the bulge of well developed triceps. Her face is elven and mischievous with just a hint of a smile, or maybe a smirk on full red lips. She had these incredible Emerald green eyes that sparkled from across the bar. Top all this off with long, thick, curly dark red hair and you are beginning to get the picture. I am blown away. I hear a screech to my left and I turn to see Maggie whining. "Are you listening to me?" I say "Excuse me, did you say something?" Maggie continues whimpering like nothing has happened and I politely pretend to listen until I can peak over my shoulder and the redhead is gone. I was crushed and it must have showed because Maggie asked if something was wrong when I catch an elbow in the back. I react and turn and there she is, in all her glory. At this point I completely forget about Maggie. I say, "hi, my name is Kurt." And that is when I get the big surprise. She looks me right in the eye, gives me a big, sexy smile and says, "I know. My name's Krista. You want to buy me a drink?" I stood there for a moment, like the idiot that I am, and finally motioned to the bartender to get Krista something. I finally manage to speak again. "I know we haven't met before, I would have remembered. How do you know my name?" "I'm a friend of Claire's. She told me everything that happened and I was....intrigued." She looks at me wearing that half smile, half smirk she had on earlier and says, "She told me you hung out here, so I came out to see if I could find you. We have...similar interests." Now I'm really floored. She just looks up at me with those big green eyes and gives me that sexy, wild smile. I'm not sure what to say. I'm trying to collect my thoughts when I feel an arm slip around me from behind and hear a whiny voice say "Excuse me, we were having a conversation." Maggie. I guess my display of drooling over Krista had sparked her Irish/Apache temper. Her body was rigid, her voice, sarcastic. She was obviously pissed off. Krista did not even look at her. Her eyes were frozen on mine. Her voice was dismissive. "You can leave now stretch, he's done with you." I felt Maggie's body stiffen even further. I thought she might come trough me. Her voice was cracking. "You sawed off little bitch, I was here first, you can get lost." Krista just continues to gaze into my eyes. Finally, her eyes shift to Maggie. "You have three choices. You can walk away now, you can continue to piss me off and crawl away later, or we can go outside and settle this in private." She looks back at me and gives me an evil little grin. Her hand goes right for my crotch. I, of course, am already rock hard from the confrontation. The smile grows on Krista's lips and she runs her tongue across them. Maggie sees everything and is really mad now. "Fine runt, let's step outside and I'll wipe up the parking lot with your midget butt." Krista slides right past Maggie with me in tow. The place is not that crowded and it was very loud so I don't think anyone really knew what was going on. They probably thought we were slipping out back to smoke a joint or do some blow or something. I could hear Maggie stomping right behind us in a huff. As soon as we got out the door, Krista reached into her purse and pulled out a small pair of red leather gloves with the fingers cut out. They looked like a small version of the things ultimate fighters wear. Maggie has probably four inches on the redhead and probably twenty pounds, but I have a feeling she has made a huge mistake. There is a small grassy area at the back of the lot and Krista is going strait for it. As we pass through the last row of cars, Maggie grabs her by the hair from behind and slams her headfirst into the side of one of the cars. Maggie pulls her head back and starts to repeat the move when Krista slams an elbow into her solar plexus. All the air leaves Maggie's body in a loud whoosh, the redhead smiles like she likes the effect and does it again. The big girl's knees buckle and Krista turns slowly to face her. She hammers the brunette with a right to the belly that reminds me of Mike Tyson. A left to the Maggie's right tit is reminiscent of Rocky Balboa and the big girl screams and drops to one knee. Krista steadies Maggie's head with both hands and rams her knee right in her Irish Apache face. Maggie goes over on her back then rolls over on her hands and knees. Krista turns to face me. She looks like a red clad warrior goddess as her huge breasts heave from her exertion. She walks right up to me and again rubs her hand over my crotch. "Oh yeah, you're going to enjoy this as much as I am." Then she gave me a hard, deep, wet kiss that I wished would last three days. My hands were all over her and I felt nothing but soft skin over hard muscle. She finally pushed me away, and breathed heavily, "I'll be done in a few minutes, we can continue this then." She slipped on her red leather gloves. She turned and walked slowly toward Maggie who was still on her hands and knees holding her face in her hands. She pulled her up by the hair and said, "You made your choice bitch, now get up and fight." Maggie was begging her to stop but the redhead just yanked her to her feet and shoved her into the clearing. Maggie tried to run but Krista grabbed her by the hair and slammed another right hand into the brunette's gut then continued to push her across the small clearing into the tall wooden fence that bordered it. Maggie suddenly had a desperate look on her face and began to fight back. She threw a punch of her own that surprised Krista and caught her flush on the jaw. The lady in red just shook it off and snapped a straight left into Maggie's nose that snapped her head back and stopped her in her tracks. Krista reached up and tore open that black silk blouse with one hand while she buried another left into Maggie's belly. She then began to work the bigger girl over in earnest, slamming punch after punch into her stomach or breasts. Krista threw punches like a man, a man with skills. She threw her entire body into each punch, torqueing from side to side. The muscles in her back, shoulders and arms seemed to grow and become more defined as she continued to pummel the brunette until her tits hung out of her bra and her entire body was bruised and beaten. Krista stepped back to admire her work, the smile had never left her face and a new light burned in her eyes. She was really enjoying herself. Maggie had ceased to scream after the third blow and now just leaned against the fence and sobbed. As she slid down the fence Krista rammed a knee into her cunt to bring her back to her toes. She grabbed her by the front of the bra to keep her upright. "No, no, we're not finished yet. But its you're lucky day. I promise I'll be done soon." She slammed five, hard overhand rights into Maggie's face before the bra snapped and the big girl began to fall. Krista quickly shifted her grip the hair and eyed her new targets; Maggie's freshly released breasts. The redhead roughly grabbed one of the huge orbs then stuck her claws in and twisted. Maggie screamed loudly so Krista released the boob and went back to hammering in right hands to both of them. The big girl went back to sobbing but my warrior goddess did not let up. Four more hard belly punches left Maggie bent over and gagging, Krista leaned over and whispered something in her ear then rammed her knee once more into her face. Maggie went down for good, out cold, a bloody and beaten mess. Krista stood over her victim for a few moments, legs spread, arms dangling by her sides, breasts heaving in that tiny red tank top. I stood in stunned silence, completely enthralled with this vicious female barbarian. She finally looked up and smiled at me. She walked slowly towards me, every muscle in her splendid body springing to life as she moved. She walked right up to me and kissed me passionately, her tongue searching every corner of my mouth, her hands exploring every inch of my body. She pushed away and sat down on the trunk of a nearby car. Giving me an impish grin she giggled and said, "I won, where's my prize?" I practically ran to her. We kissed again and she quickly began removing her panties. I immediately gave her a hand and she pushed my head down toward her waiting pussy. I lapped her up like she was homemade ice cream. Strawberry. I licked and sucked and licked and sucked until she began to buck like a wild pony and screamed out her first and second release. She pulled me towards her and began kissing me again then whispered in my ear; "I need you in me now!" That's all the invitation I needed. I dropped my pants as quickly as I could and stuck my dick into the hottest, wettest woman I had ever known in my life. I was so turned on by this time it didn't take me long to get there and much to my surprise; she beat me to it. I finally collapsed into her strong arms and we both tried to catch our breath. She finally broke the silence and said, "I live just a couple of miles from here, let's go to my place." We were in my car in seconds. Once we got there, we never got past the living room. From the couch to the coffee table (which is kindling now by the way) to the floor, she would begin to tell me about fights she had before and we would have sex while she finished. We fell asleep sometime around four in the morning on some pillows on the living room floor. When I woke up the next day, the first thing I noticed was a vaguely familiar voice screaming "You fucking bitch!" I opened my eyes to see Claire standing there looking very pissed off. "Claire, what are you doing here." I said suddenly realizing I was naked and erect. "She's staying with me for a while." Came the sultry reply from the naked form beside me hogging the blanket. Krista stood up and stretched. "She came back to stripping after your ex beat her up, she was afraid to go back to that waitress job, and she was afraid to go after you again." Claire was standing there in the T-shirt I assumed she had slept in getting madder by the minute. I was thinking I ought to send her a thank you card when she walked over to Krista and slapped her right across the face. "I'm not afraid now you slut." Krista shook it off and smiled down at me as if to say "Enjoy, lover." Then she looked at Claire and said, "Remember who started this." The fight didn't last long. Krista was quick and merciful. Claire lunged for her and the redhead just pushed her against the wall and began hammering away with big lefts and rights. To Claire's credit, she tried to fight back but Krista didn't even seem to notice. Claire was soon a sobbing mess; the only things holding her up were the wall and Krista's constant pounding. She stopped long enough to rip off the brunette's T-shirt and Claire fell face first onto the carpet. Krista looked at me and grinned then kicked Claire over on her back. She staddled her and began to kneed her tits like she was making taffy. Claire just cried louder and begged her former friend to stop. The redhead started batting her victim's head back and forth until she stopped moving beneath her. After another marathon sex session Krista told me the only thing she liked better than sex was fighting when she knew she was getting sex after. She told me I had to go, but she would call me later. She had a big surprise for me. I felt like a kid at Christmas, I just couldn't wait.