Chapter 6
"What do you call that?" Brenda asked, snarling, her face inches away from that of the captain of the opposing team.
Frieda, bleeding from the lip, which had caught an elbow after play had expired, was holding her face.
The captain gave her a syrupy sweet smile and said, "Why complain to me? If one of your girls is too slow-witted to get her face out of the way in time, replace her with one who can get her ass in gear and move faster. A busted lip is all part of the game, my dear."
"Bullshit!" Brenda shot back. "Not after the whistle blows, you two-bit cunt! And I'm not your dear."
"Blow this, sugar," said the captain, moving away and making a gesture with her hand on her cunt.
"I'll blow more than that when I catch you later, you frazzle-assed lez!" Brenda called after her.
The referee, relieved that they hadn't carried the dispute further, tooted his whistle to resume play. They could kill themselves if they wanted, he thought to himself, as long as they did it somewhere else.
The girls cleared off as the men skated onto the boards. Brenda smiled sweetly and waved at Rouel Blain, seated in the stands. He gave her a thumbs up.
There had been provocation and except for a few harsh words exchanged, Brenda had swallowed it. At least that would be the perception from where Rouel sat. He wouldn't know that her blood was boiling, or that she planned to do something about it later. She promised herself that the babe who elbowed Frieda in the mouth was going to pay.
It didn't have to happen but it was going to, because Brenda had to know. She had to know if her romp on the bed with Rouel the previous night had an effect on him. If it did, that would bring it out. It would make him show her where he was coming from, with respect to her.
Since last night, it had not been hard for her to control herself. It had become very easy, because of one simple fact he had revealed to her. To him, the roller derby didn't mean shit. There was nothing there worth getting upset about. It was a dying sport.
Last night after Brenda had gotten dressed, Rouel called a taxi for her, because Ivan the chauffeur hadn't gotten back from taking Gorgeous home. On her own way home, she realized something.
Rouel Blain telling a player on any of his teams to hold back, to take it easy? Hah! That didn't happen. That ran counter to the grain of everything that Rouel stood for. When it came to his teams, to athletic competition, the objective was to win, no matter what the cost.
He had always done everything he could to encourage more and more aggressiveness. Sometimes he even sided with the players against the coaches when they complained of conduct that was unsportsmanlike.
So what that told her was that he was dumping the franchise and he didn't want any problems. This would probably be the last season of his interest in the team. He just wanted it to grind smoothly to a halt while he negotiated with a party less crafty, less keen in judgment than he was. He would let the potential new owners negotiate him down to where they would be secretly chuckling over the one they were putting over on him.
Then they would discover, when it was too late, that there would be no more capacity crowds that next year. There would not even be TV coverage.
Brenda had suspected for some time that this was the case. There was a deadness, a silence, lurking in the background during the crowd's wildest moments. She could sense it, even in the midst of scuffles and heated arguments. It was as though the arena was somehow located in a vast, empty, dark plain, isolated from anything else in every direction.
But going after an opponent would bring a reaction from Rouel, guar-an-damn-teed.
That was what counted, as far as she was concerned, to bring him out, to force him to declare his intentions regarding her, if he had any.
Naked except for a towel draped about her, Brenda strode with determined steps from her dressing room to the one occupied by the opposing team.
At the entrance, a uniformed guard made a move to stop her, then decided he'd rather not. She smiled at him and moved quickly inside, where he chose not to follow her. It was a women's dressing room, filled with wild women who were damned strong. They might do things to a uniformed guard. like messing up his uniform by throwing him into the shower. For a lousy five-fifty an hour, it was not worth the dry-cleaning bill.
So he let her go, without her having to prove to him he did not have the power to stop her. So now it was confrontation time.
"Hey! You can't come in here, you moron!" said the captain of the opposing team, standing naked at the entrance to the showers.
"Tell me something I don't know, douche bag!" Brenda replied as she advanced toward the other woman.
"Scram, you bitch, before we throw you out of here!"
But the other girls on her team merely formed a circle around the two of them. The only throwing the team captain could count on was what she could do herself.
"Before I give you what you deserve," Brenda replied, "I want to know why you hit Frieda in the mouth after the whistle was blown."
"Aw, what are you making such a fuss about?" the team captain replied, standing defiantly with her hands on her hips, water dripping off of her. "It's not like she has to depend on her good looks to make her living. She's not a fashion model." Pleased with her clever, biting remark, she had to add a bit more. "So her face got smacked, it isn't going to keep her off the boards. She can still skate around and get in the way."
"You just felt like doing it, is that it?"
"Yeah, that's it. I felt like it. So what?"
"Well I can understand that," Brenda said reasonably. "I can accept the fact you have a right to do that."
"Yeah? Well, good."
"But I have the same rights and privileges you have," Brenda told her. "If it's okay for you, it's okay for me."
"What do you mean," the woman asked, looking warily at Brenda and moving back a step.
"If it's okay for you to mess up Frieda, it's okay for me to mess you up. And darling, are you going to be a mess when I'm through with you."
It was the perfect moment for Brenda to let fly with a blow that would slam the woman back against the shower wall, but she couldn't. She had to let her opponent have the first swing. She would need that as her argument later.
"You think so?" the woman said, missing a good chance to get in the first blow, since Brenda hadn't followed up her threat with an attack.
"I said so, didn't I?"
"You're asking for it-"
"That's good news for you, isn't it? Or maybe you'd rather chicken out and tell Frieda you're sorry?"
"Apologize to that cunt? That will be the day."
"You're just gonna stand there and talk me to death?"
"You're the one who's talking."
"I'm just letting you prove to these girls that you're yellow. You can only strike when someone isn't expecting it. How come you're leading this team when you have no guts?"
That did it.
Goaded to the point where she momentarily lost her cool, the team captain threw a blow that would have jarred Brenda's head if it had landed. Even so, it was a lightning fast uppercut that Brenda was almost, but not quite, fast enough to duck. It caught her, but not full force. It split her lower lip slightly, drawing blood.
Brenda put a finger to her lip, then looked at the blood.
Suddenly confident at having gotten in the first blow and caused some damage, however minor, the team captain took a moment to gloat, instead of following through with her attack. Perhaps she thought one blow was enough to discourage Brenda and she'd leave.
"Aw, did babykins hurt her wittle wip?" she taunted.
Brenda smiled. The dumb broad had walked right into her trap. It was okay now to attack her. She gave her opponent a roundhouse right that sent her toppling backwards. Her feet slipped on the wet tile of the shower floor and she went down. Not hard, though, because she was trained to fall. But it was hard enough to draw murmurs from the team players watching the action.
The woman got up, furious, her face a red grimace of rage. She leaped toward Brenda and swung at her. This time she telegraphed her punch, which was a big mistake.
Brenda caught her wrist with one hand and brought a knee up into the woman's abdomen. As she doubled over, Brenda gave her a hard uppercut. Brenda's towel dropped from her body, unnoticed. She swung her opponent around in the locker room and delivered three more blows.
"like you pointed out, scum bucket, you don't need good looks in this line of work," Brenda snarled
With that built-in facility born of long experience, Brenda recognized the. other woman was just as strong as she was, perhaps, but lacked staying power. It was a simple matter of wearing her down.
She put her arms around the woman, squeezing her in a reclining bear hug. The woman was wet from the shower and Brenda's grip was too slippery to retain. Their boobs and pussies rubbed together, their hands clutching ass cheeks. They slid free again and again.
Wrong tactics, Brenda thought. There was no way she was going to keep a grip on the woman. She was too wet, too strong and too aroused.
But still she wrestled with her and she knew why she was doing that too. She liked the feel of her smooth, silky, slippery flesh. She got a charge out of her lithe muscles, the voluptuous curves, the bulging breasts. And the touch of her bush and the promise of delight that it concealed. Brenda was getting hot.
She could put the bitch away anytime, she thought, but why hurry? Why rush to put an end to feeling this sensuous, warm, struggling body? She wallowed in the emotion that body contained, reveled in the intensity, the purposefulness of the woman's movements.
She got her leg between the legs of the team captain and rubbed her thigh against her opponent's pussy while rubbing her cunt against the woman's thigh. Though each woman was struggling to subdue the other, both women were obviously sexually excited. Brenda put her face against the other woman's neck and, while her hands were all over her satiny smooth flesh, she was sneakily kissing her. Her opponent rubbed her pussy vigorously against Brenda's thigh.
"Will you look at that?" said one of the girls, a hand on her cunt while she watched. "They look like they're hot for each other and are making out."
"Yeah," said another naked player who was also fingering her cunt while fondling her boobs. "If that babe had a prick, our captain would be getting fucked standing up."
A girl who was standing there in just her under things, had a hand inside her panties. Several of the players who were naked, were each giving their pussy a hand massage while they watched the lewd and erotic performance of Brenda and the team captain.
One naked girl put her arm around another and gave her a hug. "Kinda gives a girl ideas, doesn't it?" she suggested in a lewd whisper.
"We can talk about that later," the other girl replied. "Let's not miss this show."
A redhead who had her hand on another girl's bare ass, said, "It doesn't surprise me. I always figured our captain was a lez."
"Hey! What the hell is going on in here?" The guard was there, drawn by the commotion. Much as he wanted to avoid getting involved in this fracas, he was compelled to do so. If word got back to his employer that he had ignored the problem, he could kiss his job good-bye.
By then, Brenda had the team captain down on the floor and was on top of her. Their legs were entangled, pussy against thigh, as their fierce struggles included a lot of obscene and erotic movements. Brenda could see the guard out of the corner of her eye, standing there, taking in the delicious sight of all that feminine nudity while he tried to gather up his determination to intervene. That decision, she knew, would not be far off. The fun was over. Now she had to do some damage. She had to get a message to Rouel Blain so he could get a message to her.
Straddling the team captain's body, Brenda pushed herself upright so that the woman's thighs were between her legs as she rested on her knees, body towering over her.
The woman twisted around, just in time to catch a haymaker that put her out.
"All right, all right," the security guard said, gingerly placing a hand on Brenda's shoulder, her muscularity, her nudity and her obvious hot temper intimidating him in equal measures. "That's enough!"
Brenda got up, brushing against the guard, who got an unexpected feel of her bare tit, which shook him noticeably.
"I'll have to have your name, Miss," he said. Then, remembering he was just a rent-a-cop, he turned to the other women, some nude, others in bra and panties, and most of them with a hand on their pussy. "Somebody call 911."
"I will," said one of the women, who went to the pay phone on the wall of the locker room.
"Hey, she started it," Brenda said. "She hit me first."
There was a mumbling among the women, prompting Brenda to add sharply, "Well, didn't she?"
"Yeah, that's right, I suppose," one of the women said. Others voiced their agreement.
"And you had better remember that when the cops get here," Brenda said in a threatening tone. "Damn it, I come in here to ask a simple question, one professional athlete to another, and she hauls off and belts me one. I'm going to check with my lawyer. He may advise me to sue this team."
"Are you two trying to convince people you're twins?" Danner, the bike gang leader asked by way of greeting when Brenda and Frieda entered the bar.
Brenda had been delayed after the fracas in the locker room. The police asked her a lot of questions, then they questioned each of the women who had watched what had gone on. Since they all came up with the same story, that Brenda had been hit first and was defending herself, the police decided there wasn't much point in taking her in.
She showered in her own locker room, got dressed, and she and Frieda headed for the bar. Cathy didn't go with them, because Jimmie was waiting outside the locker room and he invited her to go with him.
The two women, seated on either side of Danner, touched their split lower lips and had to laugh. "You should see the one who did it," Brenda told him.
"I'd rather see you." Danner replied.
"I admire your taste," Brenda said.
"Well," Danner said, putting an arm around her. "I haven't tasted you.. .yet."
Brenda laughed. "I hear you've already tasted Frieda here. And Cathy. Now it's my turn?"
"That's right."
"Well, you will," Brenda assured him, putting an arm over his shoulder. "Inside the crotch of my panties is a place that's just dying to meet your tongue."
There was the sound of a siren in the background. The ambulance was leaving the arena.
"Something happen over there?" Danner asked.
"Yes, something," Brenda replied.
"Anything I can know about?" he persisted.
Brenda shrugged. "No big deal. Read about it in the paper tomorrow."
"Will you be in the paper?"
"My name will be, most-likely," she replied. "But I left before the reporters got to me."
"Good. Tonight we can find better things to do," Danner said, grinning at her.
"You mean sitting here and talking all night?"
Frieda got up when someone asked her to dance.
"Well, anytime you're ready for some action...."
"Honey, I'm ready right now," Brenda said. "But not on top of one of those tables."
"Why not?" Danner teased.
"There's half a dozen men in here tonight. They might all want a turn."
"Yeah, and I'm not about to share you with anyone." He looked around at the girls in his motorcycle gang and said, "I trust you girls can find your own way home."
"Or to someone else's," the blonde with the pony-tail replied before taking another sip of her beer.
Brenda looked around for Frieda, but she was nowhere in sight. "I guess that guy's invitation included more than just a dance."
"Yeah. She found a place to crash for the night," Danner said. "Now it's time for you to be tucked into bed-by me."
They left the bar together. She climbed onto the back of his bike and they roared off into the night. A short time later, he parked outside a fashionable apartment building. He led her upstairs and into one of the apartments.
"Pretty ritzy," she noted. "There must be money in the motorcycle gang leader business."
"This isn't mine," he said. "It belongs to a woman I was staying with."
"Was?"
"She went back to her husband and she let me stay on," he explained. "The rent is paid up for the month. Then she'll come back for her furniture and stuff."
Danner led her straight to the couch and Brenda snuggled up beside him. Then her arms went about his neck and she laid a kiss on him that surely turned his prick into a solid bone, if it wasn't in that condition already.
When she finally let him come up for air, she said, "You've been teasing me long enough. You rode me all over, with that motorcycle vibrating my pussy until I got all heated up. Now you have to finish what it started."
Danner laughed. "Don't blame it on my poor defenseless bike. You were hot before you got on it."
She pulled up her T-shirt and flung it aside. Then she removed her bra and jiggled her boobs in his face. Grabbing a handful of his hair, she pulled his face onto them and said, "Feast on these-for starters."
She was thrilled at the way he went at them, like he hadn't had any tittie in ages.
The way he devoured her knockers, it would have been so easy for her to believe her tits were the only ones in the world he was interested in. But she knew that wasn't so. He'd undoubtedly sucked the tits of every babe in his motorcycle gang. And she knew he'd had himself a good time with both Frieda and
Cathy. Heaven only knew how many women had cradled his head in their cleavage.
He sucked ravenously on one stiffened nipple and then the other. And that wasn't all he was doing. His hand was feeling along her leg to the crotch of her short shorts. When he worked his fingers in around the material and began teasing and tormenting her twat, she let out a plaintive wail and just let it all go. Her orgasm left her breathless.
It took her a while to recover and when her head cleared, Danner was still sucking on her boobs and fingering her twat, building her up for a second climax. He took his time. There was no need for him to hurry. He had lots of time to enjoy her goodies.
But after she'd been swept through her second orgasm, she wanted more than having her titties sucked on and her pussy tickled and teased.
"I'm glad to see you're having a good time, but don't you think it would be nice if I had something to play with too?" she asked. "Come on, haul it out."
Grinning at her with confidence written all over his face, he did better than that. He yanked off his shoes and socks, then got to his feet and stripped. He stood there before her, letting her look him over. With what was sticking out in front of him like pump handle, he had good reason to feel confident.
"Now that's more like it," she said, smiling at him.
"You like it?"
"It's the most awesome thing I've ever seen," she said, thinking a little lie now and then in a good cause wouldn't be a black mark against her. "It's long, thick and solid as oak. It sticks way out there like it's reaching for something."
"Now how about you showing me what you've got?" Danner suggested. "All you have to do is now is remove your short shorts and panties."
While she dragged down her shorts, she said, "I know you're getting all kinds of pussy from those girls in your gang and heaven knows who else, but how come a good looking stud like you isn't married yet?"
Danner chuckled. "I was almost married once. The wedding day was only a week away. But she walked into the house one day when I wasn't expecting her back so soon and she caught me fucking her sister. The one that was married. That kind of pissed her off. Some women are like that. They don't like to share a man, even with their sisters."
"They can be selfish, I'll admit," Brenda agreed as she slid her panties down from around her hips and ass.
They dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them. Danner stood there, staring at her like she was a juicy steak he was about to devour. She moved in close, took hold of his cock and rubbed the head of it along her moist pussy lips.
"Brothers can be selfish too," she said. "Jimmie thinks my pussy belongs to him and no one else should come near it. If he knew this big beautiful dick of yours was touching my twat, he'd freak right out. So where is he right now? Most-likely back at our apartment, throwing a fuck into Cathy, the horny young devil."
"That's no problem for you, is it?" Danner said as he held her in his arms with his hands on both cheeks of her bare ass. "Sisters are clever. When a woman wants a guy's cock, she gets it, whenever she wants it, as often as she wants it, and her brother never knows a thing about it."
Brenda laughed. "You sound like you're speaking from experience. Do you have a sister?"
"No, but I've fucked many a girl who had a brother who didn't want her making it with anyone but him," he replied.
"Am I going to get this one whenever I want it?"
"If you want it as much as I want you to have it, it will be in your pussy more than it will be out of it."
She was too impatient to indulge in more conversation, so Danner led her into his bedroom and they got onto the bed together. He crawled over her. She thought his pecker looked immense. Slowly he entered her, as if going in too fast would cause her to feel some discomfort.
"I'm glad you're taking it easy," she panted. "You have a lot to push in there."
He moved forward, feeding her more cock, then retreated in smooth gliding motions. Each time he moved forward, he went in deeper, until finally it was all the way in, right to his balls. Then he fucked her. He fucked her gloriously, and she gave back as good as she was getting.
"Oh, baby, this is great," he panted. "We'll be doing this a lot from now on."
"I'm glad of that," Brenda gasped. "We were running out of things to talk about."