The deep thump of bass reverberated through the apartment as Linda stood looking out the window, arms folded across her chest and an angry look clouding her pretty face.
"They have the speakers OUTSIDE! There must be a hundred people! Some of them are doing drugs! And JOHN LENNON? What horrible taste in music!"
Her husband Sam stood by her side trying to soothe her.
"It's a block party! They're just having a little fun! We should go join them..Greg said we were welcome..."
Linda snorted. "I know what goes on at those degenerates parties! They're a disgrace to the neighborhood!"
She stomped her feet in frustration. "And it's likely to go on ALL night, unless..."
A germ of an idea crept into her brain. She couldn't do anything about their beastly party HERE. But if she pretended to be part of it...she could...? Unplug the sound system? Spike the punch? Punch out little short Michelle who only won their last fight because she was drunk? Linda wasn't sure, but she knew that if they went, she could figure something out on the fly. After all, wasn't she a strong and independent woman?
"You know, Sam" Linda turned toward him, her dark eyes glittering. "You're right! Let me get dressed and we'll go join in all the fun!"
A half hour later, Linda and Sam strolled casually over to the outdoor party, each with a smile: Sam's was pure goofy friendliness, Linda's a shark smile.
She was dressed in a tight purple dress with a bare back and laces in front that pulled her boobs up and gave her delicious cleavage. She knew Michelle had eyes for Sam, and the dress gave her an obvious advantage over flat-chested Michelle. And if the other male guests were distracted? It would just make her intended sabotage easier!
"Hi, guys! Greg said breezily, stealing a quick glimpse at Linda's chest. "Get you beer?"
Sam nodded in assent, but Linda wrinkled her nose in distaste.
Michelle sidled over, holding two plastic glasses. "I'm not drinking either, Linda. So I'm just having iced tea."
Linda clutched the full glass gladly. It had been a hot day and the night had not yet brought much relief. She lifted the glass and took a huge gulp. Mmm...a little bitter..? What was that taste? She took another deep swig.
"I mixed a little gin in it, " Michelle told her. " Sorry if it's a little bitter!" Actually, Michelle had poured the equivalent of five shots into Linda's cup. The bitch was going to come over tits out like that? Let's get her drunk and get them out! Michelle hated Linda with a passion, but was equally turned on by Linda's incredibly curvy body, and she remembered their little catfight at the last party and how she'd stripped Linda butt naked in front of everyone! The memory made her a little moist.
Linda looked at it dubiously, then took another swig. Her head was feeling a little cloudy...but...it was just iced tea?
"Yeah...kind of bitter..." Linda licked her lips. "Like, really.."
A dark-skinned man appeared by her side, an obsequious smile on his face. He pressed a red solo cup into her hands. "Try this punch...it's very sweet. Sure to kill the bitter taste".
Linda took the cup gratefully. She recognized this man from somewhere. What was his name? Pablo? Carlos?
She took a deep gulp of the sweet punch. It was good! The sweetness drove the nasty taste from her mouth. She gulped it again.
"Ramon!" She exclaimed, as his name suddenly occurred to her. She tried to remember what their connection was, but the room was beginning to spin and the air felt stuffy and oppressive.
"Nothing beats a good everclear punch!" Ramon announced.
Sam gave Linda a concerned look. "Are you alright? You drank that awfully fast.."
Linda noticed that there were now three Sams looking at her. She talked to the middle one.
"Never been better! Ready to get down and get funky!" She slurred, doing an awkward little dance that made her boobs bounce a little.
The guys cheered. Sam looked nonplussed.
"You guys like my tits?" Linda said boldly. "Sam does! He pretends hes asleep, but I can see him watching me get dressed in the morning!"
She loosened the laces at the front of her dress, causing her huge tits to almost fall out. Linda gave a drunken smile, while her hands went to her hair. The dress slipped, exposing a tiny bit of nipple.
"Bitch, keep your clothes on! " Michelle exclaimed loudly. " No one wants to see that shit! We're outside! IN PUBLIC!"
"What's the matter, flatty? You jealous?" Linda cooed, shaking her cleavage. The movement caused her to stumble a bit which made most of her chest fall out.
"Linda, I think--" Sam began.
BAM!
The 2x4 smacked his temple, and he slumped to the ground. Ajay dropped the board and caught Sam as he fell. "Sorry."
A crowd had gathered around, Ajays comic grin making them think this was some planned entertainment. He eased Sam to the pavement,
"Pretty birdies! " Sam groaned as he collapsed.
Linda was only dimly aware of what was happening, but her protective instinct kicked in as she saw her man go down.
"What the--? You can't-- Sammy!" She spluttered. She struggled to find her words, but when verbal aggression failed her, began throwing kicks and punches in all directions. Ajay merely laughed and dodged away, but one of her wild punches connected to Michelle's nose with a loud SMACK!
"Ooohh!" The crowd went.
"Oh, no, you didn't! " Michelle hissed, her hands forming into fists.
Linda took a step back, her hands up placatingly. "I didn't-- Your music-- Sam..."
"I'm going to rip your fucking tits off! I'm so sick of your bullshit!"
She lunged at her as Linda tried ineffectually to hold her back. One hand seized Linda's lustrous dark hair, twisting her head down. The other clutched at the bodice of Linda's dress, ripping it down.
BOING! The dress dropped to Lindas waist and her big firm boobs bounced into view, much to the delight of the crowd.
"Damn! What a rack!"
"Eeeek!" Linda shrieked, trying to pull her dress up with one hand, while trying to get her nails to Michelle's face.
Michelle coolly slapped Linda's attacking hand away, and roughly grabbed her by the nipples and roughly twisting.
"Ooowww!" Linda wailed.
The piercing wail of a siren cut through her squeals, and the crowd melted back. Seeing the police car, Michelle flopped onto her back, both hands clutching her head. Linda, oblivious to the new arrival, took advantage and pounced on top of her, her bare boobs slapping against Michelle's face, and began to vigorously throw weak punches at the back of her head.
"What's going on here?" a burly cop demanded, wading through the crowd. When he saw the busty topless girl beating up a smaller girl, he jumped in and grabbed Linda's arms near her elbows, yanking her to her feet. Not sure what was happening, Linda tried to kick at this new menace, as her boobs bounced and swayed provocatively.
"Nice tits!" the cop thought, "but this girl is wasted and out of control!"
"Get on the ground!" he bellowed, trying to control the situation.
"YOU GET ON THE GROUND!" Linda seethed, ripping one arm free and aiming her nails at his eyes. The fact that he was police had still not registered.
Seeing the belligerent Linda not cooperating, the other cop sprang into action, tackling Linda around the waist and sending her chest-first to the pavement.
Outraged and still clueless on who was wrestling her, Linda kicked her legs and struggled wildly."
