Chapter One: Darlene
I sat on the small sofa across from Brent as I watched his wife Darlene and my niece Cherry mix it up in their living room. After she quit doing sexfights, Cherry found a way to make money by booking catfights against other women she met online. Usually they were couples but the stakes were high, normally five hundred to ten thousand for the winner while the loser only left with bruises.
Cherry found a forum that catered to catfight hookups so it didn't take her long to find this husband and wife out of New Jersey. They were typical Garden State trash; Darlene had frizzy dark hair and Brent rocked the spray-on tan and "Suns Out Guns Out" wife-beater tank top. I had to drive Cherry, more or less because I didn't want her meeting strange people online without backup and also since she didn't have a car. My voluptuous blonde eighteen year old niece looks every bit like a walking talking Barbie doll; with her huge DD cups nearly busting out of the tight pink crop top shirt with the word "Juicy" stretched out from her big tits.
When we knocked on the door of the ramshackle one story house, their yard was about two feet of dead looking grass behind a fence half hazardously made of chicken wire. We stood on the porch as Brent greeted us by holding an open beer can in one hand. I almost wanted to slug the greasy bastard when he grabbed my niece's ass as she walked by while he held their screen door for us but judging from her tight Lycra shorts it was exactly the kind of reaction she had wanted as she giggled at him. We made our way through their open kitchen, past a back patio that echoed from the sound of multiple dogs barking.
Darlene was waiting for us in their living room, wearing an aquamarine one piece; she's shorter than Cherry at 5' 4" but a little chubbier weighing around 140.
"So is this's tha skank that's been talkin' all that trash online, huh," the short woman said. "You don't look so tough, blondie," Darlene sneered as Cherry seemed to just absorb her trash talk. "I've made girls twice your size cry like babies, let's see if you're all talk like they were."
My niece stripped down right there as Darlene stood with her hands on her hips, saying she had expected a real challenge. Showing no fear, Cherry left her clothes in a pile, which I scooped up, showing off her stunning body in just a flimsy pink string bikini with matching thong; the top barely fits over her full breasts as they looked bigger on her slender frame than her opponent's C cups.
"Hmph, you're just jealous you never looked as good as me when you were my age SOO many years ago," Cherry chuckled as she did a little model spin; Brent wolf whistled when my niece stuck her heart-shaped ass in Darlene's direction.
"Hope your husband gets a good look because the rest of the night my ass is going to be sitting on your face," my niece giggled. "I hope you have health insurance, grandma, because I'm probably gonna end up putting your old ass in the hospital after I use that fatass for a punching bag,"
"Did'cha bring da money, bitch," Brent asked as he returned took his spot on the recliner after setting his beer down in the built-in cup holder. His chair had been turned to face the action in the center of the room with the television to the right of where I sat on the burgundy love seat. They had old wooden floors only covered by an oversized Chinese rug in the center; I could see the impressions of where their furniture had been on it but it all looked cheap, like something they bought on clearance at an Ollie's.
"We don't need it because I'm going to rip your wife a new one," Cherry spoke with undue confidence as Brent produced the wad of cash to show he had their end of the prize money. I guess they had already gone over the rules online because they both tore into each other without another word.
