Stacy Puma had locked herself away all day sleeping and just needed space. Shutting her cell off and trying to avoid the world. The ride home from Iron Wolf was a quiet one. Xander was pretty freaked out about being drugged by her Godfather Roland. She was too. Yet, she was over it. She loved her Godfather regardless the fact he and some of her friends raped her. All they would have had to do was ask.
She had never been fucked by that many guys. It was fun but she might not have done that on her own. Maybe Roland Moody had tried to open her mind more. All she knew was she needed to get on birth control really soon. As in many moons ago. One false step and she would be contemplating baby names. She especially like the name "Nada".
The one true reality was that she had earned almost $5000.00 since she began her webcam shows. That was impressive. Outside of the gangbang at Wolf Call's her shows were tame. Mostly exhibition. She was quickly realizing that sex made her more money. She would consider expanding her shows to include more of that. If she does though she swears to herself that it had to not be the same thing over and over. Variety was the spice of life.
Looking at the clock she huffs her cheeks. Wide awake at 2:00 in the morning. Her warm beaver blanket was comfy. Pillows cushy. Yet, her sleep was over. Now she was bored as hell. She didn't want to get online or watch TV. She had showered twice since Iron Wolf. Ate a frozen lasagna microwaved for excellence. Hydrated with lots of bottled water to override the booze in her system.
What was left? Pounding her pillow silly she sits up in bed and looks out her window. It was a full moon out. Shaking her head she howls like she had all of the night before. Rolling her eyes she gets up and lights her daily cigarette. Stepping out on to her staircase into the cool summer breeze. Hair whipping about with soft gusts. As naked as ever.
Taking a drag off her Virginia Slim she hears a door open. Holding her breath she listens for movement. Someone was in the garage below her apartment. Wincing for further movement she hears a sound of punching. Was Griffin home from work? He was normally on patrol during this hour. Deciding to investigate she creeps down her staircase flicking the cigarette toward her outdoor shower stall. Shuffling along toward the side door she looks in. The light dim from a single bulb dangling from the ceiling.
"Bree?" She opens the door to see her future Sis-in-Law jabbing at the large punching bag on a chain hooked to a rafter.
Startled the thin redhead halts her next strike, "Hey. Did I wake you?"
"Naaa! Just lazy. Why are you up?"
"Couldn't sleep. Figured this might tire me out until Griffin gets home."
"Working separate shifts has to suck."
"It does. But, it gives us the space we need to keep our relationship strong."
"I couldn't handle a real relationship. I'm happy being me."
"You know. I bet if you tried you might like it. It has its rewards." Bree taps her shoulder with her fist playfully.
Stacy sneered at her, "You do realize I could kick your ass right?"
Bree offers an expression of "Oh really?"
"I've boxed with Griffin before. I know how to fight."
Bree throws her hands up, "So have I."
"Right! Police training. Even for a Dispatcher. You have a better chance of beating me if you threw your badge and knocked me out."
"Want to spar?" Bree again nudges her with her left fist this time.
Eying her with a pissed off look Stacy puckers, "On one condition."
"What's your wager?"
"First girl on the floor loses. If I beat you then you go streaking with me right after."
"Streaking? Stacy I'm a Cop. I could get fired if I get caught."
"I knew you were a chicken shit."
"Alright. If I win you act like a lady more often. You wear clothes even to bed. No more exhibition."
"Ohhh! So you get a long term and I get a couple hours. Okay. I'll bite. But, when you lose you can't wear clothes at home or on the property for a month. If I lose I'll wear clothes a month. Deal?"
"What would Griffin think if I started doing that? Come on."
"He might fuck you in the front yard. This might improve that baby making scheme you got cooking."
Hesitant Bree knew that Stacy was a fighter. But, she felt rambunctious. Holding her breath Bree compromises pointing a gloved fist at her.
"One week. Not a month."
"I'll settle for that." Stacy shrugs.
Nodding with a sneer Bree moves into a fighting pose, "What you got?"
Bree tosses her a second pair of boxing gloves. Stacy nodded, "That's the spirit, Ginger."
"Let's go, Mary Ann." Bree hops about.
"No pigtails today but I caught on to the theme."
Stacy tightened her gloves using her teeth and taps her fists together. From there the dance began. Casual taps are blocked by Stacy. She tried for intimidation jabbing with a dead serious expression. Bree wasn't easily spooked however. Although not a mean bone in her body the luscious redhead concentrated on her opponent. She was determined to win. Just the thought of making Stacy wear clothing against her wishes made her determined to defeat her.
Puma ran her own scenario through her head. She wanted to piss off Griffin for forcing her hormones to have sex with him. All for the sake of not letting her viewers down. That was one rule she forged when considering her new career. To get the word out there that she refused nobody. She had only one airtight rule. No animals. That just plain freaked her out.
By beating Bree and never letting her renege on her wager would put a strain on her and Griffin. She knew well that Griffin was a stickler for upholding rules. Unless they were his own. He was dirty that way. Anyone else though would keep their word or he would put up a wall.
"Getting sloppy there Ginger. I could have knocked you out cold there. Keep your left hand higher to block your pretty lil face."
"Watch your own pretty lil face. Fat lips will ruin that flirty lil smile you got going."
"Worse for you. The Cops will think Griffin beat your ass."
"He would never do that."
"Who's known him longer? You or me?" Stacy infiltrates.
Bree let her guard down hearing Stacy. The Apache Princess took immediate action. A right hook straight to Bree's left cheek. The impact made Bree edgy. She knew Stacy was only trying to get her thoughts on other things. Griffin would never hurt her. Would he? He was Apache. They were known for short tempers.
"Full moon Bree. Ready to run with the Puma? You're so pale you might glow in the dark."
Bree smirks and swings jabbing Stacy in the shoulder.
"I might have to buy you some new clothes to wear. I bet you would look great in a pants suit. All business like. Maybe even a turtleneck."
"You and Griffin ever get married, you can bet the only thing. I'll be wearing your veil and holding a bouquet over my hot little cunt."
Bree drops her jaw. She knew Stacy was serious.
"You wouldn't ruin our wedding day. You love us."
Stacy stops and holds her gloves over her snatch like a bouquet.
"Dearly Beloved. Who takes this Apache Bride to be their awfully naked Slut? To have and to hold down, over and over, until done with her they part?" Stacy recites pouting.
"You're a piece of work Stacy." Bree sneers trying to strike her. Stacy merely steps aside then returns to her wedded pose.
"He does. So does he. Look at all my Grooms. I DO! I DO! IDO!"
"Glad I won't be coming to your wedding." Bree huffs missing again.
"Never getting hitched. No worries."
"Here I thought that cute guy in the Pathfinder might be a good match for you."
"Xander? Not my type. Told you that."
"So why date him? Trying to bleed his bank account before you dump him?"
"Don't need his money. Besides he's living off a College Grant. Finishing his Masters."
"Sounds like a good catch to me."
The dancing resumes.
"So dump my Brother I'll set you and Xander up." Stacy chuckles.
"I love Griffin." Stacy swings in tapping Bree's chin. The move made Bree rub her chin on her wrist with a narrowed uptight glint in her eye.
Having told Bree that Stacy felt badly suddenly. Masked by her expressionless attitude she pondered her own words. Griffin had been in the back of her mind ever since they had sex on webcam. She wasn't prepared for the feelings of that outcome. Her brother was a beast. A damned good looking beast. So was Xander. In his own way. She missed him. Not! Well, maybe a little. She was indecisive.
Their battle raged on. Clip after clip. Blow for blow. They had certainly worked up a sweat. Stacy's Indian tan was glossy and beautiful. Also distracting. Bree although not into women did admire the shimmer all over her flesh. It was so stunning.
TKO!
Stacy lands a blow that drops Bree to her ass. In awe the redhead slaps her boxing glove on the concrete. Cursing up a storm. Stacy Puma did her Apache victory dance. Chanting as her ancestors might. Titties bouncing madly and proud.
"You suck, Puma." Bree stands up slowly. Slightly dizzy from the punch to her chin. Her cheek tender from the impact. Stinging even. She prayed the blow didn't inflict a bruise.
"Knew that all along. I suck and suck hard." Stacy wags her tongue while dancing about in her native swagger. She enjoyed using her heritage as a show. Even if she did in a sense become racist of her own nationality.
Bree stands tall stretching her back. Her chest pointing out in all of their exhilarated vigor. She might only have a 32C set of tits but they were shapely and perky at the moment. Untethering her gloves she peels them off to flex her fingers for circulation.
"You got lucky." She frowns at Stacy.
"Lucky? Always do." She chuckles and shakes her tits at Bree.
"Does every thought you have need to be sexual?"
"I'm a slut. That's what we do."
"Well, I'm not. You can say what you want but I'm going to go drown in chocolate milk. Me thirsty."
"Great. Let's go." Stacy grabs her by the arm, "We can walk six blocks East to the Quickie Mart and I'll buy you one fresh."
Bree narrows her eyes, "I don't need to go I have milk in my fridge."
"Oh no! You lost that bet Sister. Strip and let's Spirit Walk."
Sneering at her Bree shakes her head, "Cops get donuts and coffee from that convenient store. Besides I don't think the Pakistani owners want to see two nude girls walk in to their store. Remember their women wear clothing head to toe."
