This a real fight involving two women who have little-to-no combat experience...You know, a spontaneous brawl born of an immediate conflict that demands resolution...And the only solution apparent to the two angry ladies is fisticuffs...I'm talkin' 'bout yer basic parkin' lot fight...
"Bambi", is in a club and unknowingly comes-on to an FBB's boyfriend...Now Bambi is a fitness gal with above-average muscle, but is in no way musclebound...Further, she has not been in physical confrontation with another woman since grade-school...
So Bambi bats her eyelashes, sensually-but-subtly tenses the muscles of her chest and arms as she flirts with the object of her desire...(not to mention flirting with disaster...lol)...The lucky femuscle-lover smiles and undresses his new admirer with his eyes...(BTW, can any femuscle-luster be faithful?)
Knowing his FBB-babe will be returning with their drinks momentarily, F.M. Luster strikes up a conversation with Bambi, telling her what muscle-gals of all shapes and sizes want to hear.."Wow, you look terrific!"...Encouraged by F.M.'s response and noticing Mr. Luster is staring at her arms, Bambi lays an outstretched arm on the table and slowly flexes her biceps...The brunettes' 13"-gun contracts into a hard, beautifully-cut, tennis-ball-size mass of rippling muscle...
Being a full-blooded femuscle-luster, he responds in a Pavlovian manner and involuntarily reaches to feel the straining muscle... Touching Bambi's flexed biceps, F.M. gently glides his fingertips along the top of her upper-arm, exploring the biceps' amazing split...Bambi, noticing the zest with which F.M. was checkin' out her muscle and sure she had a real-live schmoo on her hands (arm, actually), squeezed her fist tighter...F.M.'s eyes widened with amazement and pleasure...
"Well, F.M....I see you found a new friend!"
Bambi and her "hympmotized" victim looked up to find F.M.'s girlfriend standing over them, her eyes dancing angrily...Wearing a clingy short-short, sleeveless (of course!) blue dress, it was clear she was an FBB!...She looked like a tall Lauren Hart, about 5'6", 150 lbs, but with the muscle-density and size of Ms. Hart...And like the beautiful Bambi, she had not been in a fistfight since she was a kid...
F.M. smiled-with-guilt..."Buffy!...ah..I'd like you to meet..." he turned to the interloper for help...
"Bambi...My name's Bambi..." Realizing she was busted, the raven-haired natural-muscle-babe said, "Glad ta meet ya, Buffy..."
"Not sure I believe that...," Buffy said menacingly "...Bambi!" The FBB spat the fitness gal's name with disrepect and derision..."But I DO believe you're glad you met, F.M.!"
In a concilliatory-mood, Bambi replied, "I didn't know he was with someone..."
"I'm sure you were gettin' ready to ask..." cracked Buffy..."And F.M., since when are you into skinny-girls..."
The not-so-subtle-insult made Bambi's eyes flash with anger..."Skinny?!"
"Those ain't guns, Bambi...they're water pistols," challenged Buffy...
"These are guns!" Buffy hit a quick double-biceps pose..The muscles of her arms jumped to attention...Rockhard-rounded masses of muscle appeared...16" at least!..."F.M., you find this wimp attractive?"...She lowered her arms...
Bambi stood up..."YOU CALLIN' ME A WIMP?" Bambi seethed..."AT LEAST I'M NOT A STEROID MONSTER..."
Buffy moved chest-to-chest with Bambi..."This steroid monster is about to drag you outside and kick your ass little girl!"
Bambi did not back-down..."You're not gonna need to drag me out, bitch!...Let's go!"
As F.M. said the prayer of thanks Reverend Femuscle taught him under his breath, the two beauties headed briskly for the front door...
Bambi and Buffy busted angrily out of the club and made a bee-line for the parking lot. A salivating F.M. Luster was close behind... Buffy stopped when she reached a more-secluded corner, turned to her opponent and snapped, "Your ass is mine..Bambi.."
"Come on, Juice-Girl!!" taunted Bambi...
The bodybuilder responded by pushing Bambi hard to the chest, knocking her back a few steps. Buffy charged, but she ran into Bambi's right fist. Bambi followed with another right that connected with the side of Buffy's head. The bigger girl retreated.
"Whatza matter, Juice-Girl?" shouted Bambi, "Can't hit with those muscles...can ya?"
Buffy remained silent, raising her clenched fists... She had decided to wait for Bambi to make a move...F.M. was wondering if Bambi would be willing to finish the date he had with Buffy...
Encouraged by her initial success, the raven-haired fitness- gal tatooed Bambi's forehead with a surprisingly quick and precise left-right combination that easily penetrated Buffy's defense...Frustrated...her rage building, Buffy charged once again...and Bambi retaliated with a hard right that caromed off the top of the bodybuilder's head...
But this time Buffy walked right through Bambi's punches, dropped down and wrapped her arms around Bambi's legs..The fitness-gal grabbed a hand-full of Buffy's hair, but couldn't stop her from driving her roughly to the ground...
As she fell to her back, Bambi pulled Buffy down by the hair...The luscious-fighters grappled on the ground...Bambi released her grip on Buffy's hair and began trying to throw punches, but Buffy used her upper-body strength to wrestle Bambi onto her back...The fitness-gal continued to punch as Buffy straddled her, then moved up her torso until she had pinned Bambi's arms beneath her knees...A PERFECT SCHOOLGIRL PIN!!
An uncontested-right to the face...Another...Followed by a series of rapid-fire shots to the head...
"STOP!" screamed Bambi...
Buffy quit her assault..."Ya Give, Bitch?"
"I GIVE...I GIVE!!"
F.M. congratulated Buffy, not knowing she was gonna kick his ass later, then dump him.