Fantasies notwithstanding, it's an uncomfortablefeeling - having two women on the verge of coming toblows over you - but it seemed inevitable. I was sureMarlene was out of town, so when the blonde startedflirting ... little did I know that Marlene was goingto "surprise" me and come home three days early. Some surprise. Now I've got two women, practically at each others throats, and no one in the bar seemed the least inclined to do anything but watch! Catfight at "The Wild Turkey"!
And my girlfriend is going to get pulverized! Marlene, slim, coltish, brunette, five feet eight andone hundred twenty pounds soaking wet, is getting inthe face of the tall beauty who'd introduced herselfas Sherry - a stunning six foot tall blue eyed "model". Mounds of lush blonde hair, a gorgeous face and akiller figure, accented by a pair of 38D monuments to the plastic surgeons art, Sherry was clearly noanorexic runway type model! Her statuesque figure was complimented by a tight white halter top (straining mightily against Sherry's massive "assets"), a pair of skin tight red leather jeans, and matching red "Candies" (which I'd heard Marlene refer to in the past as "fuck me" shoes!). Her contemptuous smile had the hot tempered Marlene fuming!
"What's the problem, little girl?" Sherry sneered,"Face it, 'Skinny', he's found something better,namely me! You want to make something of it? Youwant a piece of me? Don't make me laugh!".
Five minutes later ...
I'm still worried as hell about Marlene ... that she'sgoing to kill Sherry! Fast and agile in her jeans and sneakers, she's battered the bimbo all over the bar as the crowd cheered - women delirious to see the bimbo get her come uppance; men chanting "catfight". A dazed Sherry staggers unsteadily in her high heels, looking for all the world like she's drunk, as Marlene peppers her with stinging punches, finally delivering an upper cut that lands Sherry on her butt - a goofy orgasmic grin on her pretty face. Quick as a cat, Marlene is behind her, unfastening her halter top. "Alright, you cow, since you clearly fancy flauntingthese big udders of yours, let's not be coy about it! Let's give everyone a good long look!". The crowdgrew even wilder as Marlene stripped Sherry of hertop, then shredded the expensive silk halter and usedthe strips first to tie Sherry's wrists to a chair'sarmrests, then her ankles together, propping them upon a barstool. By this time, Sherry has regained hersenses and is weeping in a combination of shame andanger, cursing Marlene and the derisive crowd.
Marlene simply eyed the beaten blonde, rubbing herchin thoughtfully, "What will we do with you, ehbimbo? Hmmmmm ... what was that you said before? 'Don't make me laugh', wasn't it? That gives me anidea!" ... and Marlene gently slid the shoe first fromSherry's right foot, then the left. Marlene examinedit a moment and then held it up to the crowd,chuckling, "Size 11 1/2! She's got a big mouth andbig feet!".
Strangely, Sherry seemed more uncomfortable with theloss of her shoes than of her top! Her toes,extraordinarily long even given the size of her feet,fluttered slowly as though independently selfconscious of the loss of her saucy sandals. Her toenails were painted a hot fire engine red; her longnarrow soles were flawless and tender looking - atribute to weekly pedicures. Flashy toe ringssparkled on the second and third toe of each foot.
"Oh ... oh dear ..." Sherry fretted, "M-M-My shoes! Y-Y-You're taking off my shoes! I'm (ulp) ... I'mBAREFOOT!".
"No, you're 'BIGFOOT'!" joked Marlene, drawing guffawsfrom the crowd. The lithe brunette had noted howconcerned her former rival was with the loss of hershoes ... and it intrigued her! I mean, the girl'stits were hanging out for everyone to see and she'sworried about her feet? Marlene had had a hunch - andshe was right! A badly worn stuffed turkey stoodforlornly in one of the windows of the bar, under amodern neon sign announcing the bar's name. Casually,Marlene plucked at the long dead bird's straggly tail.
Sherry's pretty face went pale! Her eyes widened indisbelief and horror! Her mouth gaped open and wasbone dry in an instant. She struggled to speak. Inher fingers, Marlene twirled ...
"A f-f-feather! Oh ... oh no ... y-y-you've got a(gulp) ... a feather! Y-You wouldn't ... not in frontof all these people ... y-you can't ... you're notgonna (sob) ... TICKLE MY BARE FEET?!!"
Tickle your feet? Now why would you think I'd dothat?" Marlene asked in mock surprise, relishing theblonde's obvious discomfort, "I mean, really, dear,I've kicked your ass, half stripped you ... and you'reworried I'll tickle your feet?!! That makes no sense... unless ... oh, no, that is too funny ... youcouldn't possibly be THAT ticklish, could you?". Marlene twirled the feather suggestively in the air,adding to Sherry's sense of panic. The tall blonde'sbig bare feet squirmed nervously, oblivious to theattention they were unwittingly drawing.
Terrified, the dim witted blonde considered heroptions. The crowd might be her only chance. Desperate, she looked from face to face as shepleaded.
"Please ..." she begged, "Look, I-I know I was wrongand (ulp) I've ... I've learned my lesson, really Ihave! Just untie me and ... and I'll go and you'llnever see me here again! Just don't do this ...please! You see ... the thing is ... uhm, my feet ...they're kinda ... errrrr ... well, sensitive, ok? What I mean is, well ... really ... the fact is ...they're (ulp) ... well, they're ticklish, my feet arevery very ticklish. Why, I ... I've even had to turndown work ... parts modeling, because ... BWOOO HOOHOO HA HA HA HA ... HOO HOO HOO HA HA HA ...". Abored looking Marlene had casually administered asingle stroke - lazily drawing the feather up Sherry'slong narrow sole and then back down, starting at theplush peach colored heel, over the high creamy archand onto the long elegant toes (which wiggled in whatcould be interpreted as protest or appreciation!). Noting Sherry's reaction, Marlene first feigned shockand then grinned broadly with sheer sadistic malice -that special malice which is unique to a scorned womanexacting her revenge on her rival!
"Why, you are! You're ticklish! Your big ugly feetare ticklish!" Marlene declared with evident delight. Then, eyes narrowing, Marlene drew her face to withininches of the bound blonde's and delivered a messagethat chilled Sherry to the core. "And now, SLUT,guess what I'm going to do, hmmmm? I'm going to makea public laughing stock of you! I'm going to tickleyour big bare feet until you piss your pants, tear outyour hair and damn near lose your mind, and then ...hey, 'tear out your hair'? Y'know, that gives me andidea! I think we can fix it so that you never workyour cheap moves on another woman's man again, bimbo!"
As bad as things had been to that point, there wassomething about Marlene's mischievous grin andtwinkling eye that REALLY worried the batteredbombshell.
"Wh-What are you g-g-gonna do to me?" she stammeredmeekly.
"Very simple, bimbo!" Marlene responded cheerfully,"I'm going to cut off every hair on your head untilyou're as bald as a bowling ball!"
"Cut my hair?" Sherry was almost quizzical, "B-B-Butyou can't do that ... I mean ... you ... you wouldn'tdo that to me, would you?"
"Oh you just watch me, Blondie!" chuckled Marlene,before turning to the female bartender, "Rosie ...scissors, please!".
"My pleasure!" replied Rosie, slapping he scissorsinto Marlene's open palm.
"Hmmmmmmm ..." Marlene mused, as though she weregenuinely considering a new style for the blondebimbo, "Let's see ... if we take some of here (snipsnip) ... and some of here (snip snip snip) ... andget rid of all of this mess ..." Mehtodically ...sadistically ... Marlene snipped off all of Sherry'slush blonde hair until ....
"She looks just like a plucked chicken!" Rosie jeered,drawing laughs from the crowd, "What's a pluckedchicken doing here in the Wild Turkey?".
"Now to answer the age old question!" replied Marlene,"Which came first - the chicken (she gestures toward a shattered Sherry) ... or the EGG?!!". And with that, Marlene fished in her purse, eventually producing a tube of ... "HAIR-B-GONE" maximum strength depillatory ... which she proceeded to empty into Sherry's badly hacked hair.
"Now ... just sit back and watch the fireworks,folks!" chuckled Marlene and indeed, fumes and whispsof what looked like green smoke began rising fromSherry's head. There were audible "pops" and"crackles" as the powerful chemicals dissolved.Sherry had a look of abject misery on her face; astark contrast from the wild helpless mirth she'dexperienced minutes earlier.
"Owwwwwwwwwww ..." she whimpered, "It ... it burns!"
"Time to put out the fire, I suppose!" laughedMarlene, checking her watch after about ten minutes. Borrowing the bar nozzle from Rosie, she began toshower Sherry's head with club soda, gradually washingoff the the noxious compound ... along with the lastvestiges of Sherry's gorgeous blonde hair! The oncebombastic blonde was now as bald as an egg!
"Haw haw haw ... she looks like Kojack!" guffawedRosie!
"Now the slut's flaunting THREE melons!" jeered aplump brunette, "The two silicone ones on her chestand that ugly one between her shoulders!"
"Hey ..." a little dishwater blonde called to two guysshooting pool, "You guys need another cue ball? Ha haha ...".
Seeign her own radically altered visage in the mirrorbehind the bar even as Marlene loosed her wrists fromthe chair's armrests, a shocked Sherry gaped openmouthed. "I'm ... I'm BALD!" she squealed, "I'mCOMPLETELY bald!". Her horror turned to anger as shewhirled on Marlene, "You ... you little bitch! You'veruined me! How am I supposed to live like this? I'msupposed to be gorgeous and now I'm ... I'm BALD!".
Marlene stared at Sherry icily, "You forget the asswhippin' I just put on you, Chrome-Dome? You stillgonna give me attitude? You've got exactly tenseconds to get your ass out of here or I'll give you abeating that will make the last one seem like a littleslap and tickle!".
Ashen faced, Sherry realized she was in no position tothreaten anyone. "I'll ... I'll go!" she pleaded, "B-B-But my shoes ... my top ...".
"One ... two ..." Marlene glared, " ... three ...seven ... eight ... nine ...". The smaller womanbegan to pound her fist lightly into her palm.
Eyes widening, a panic stricken Sherry turned andraced for the door, boobs bouncing, barefoot and bald!A cheering crowd followed as did a chuckling Marlene.Terrified at the prospect of another beating, Sherry frantically raced into the road and flagged down a car. The front door opened and she leaped inside.
"Thank you ... Oh, thank you for stopping ..." shegasped, "Y-You'll never believe that those bastardsdid to me! They ... they shaved my head! Just look atme ... I'm bald ... BALD!".
The driver, a heavy set woman with a flannel shirt anda crew cut regarded Sherry as a Doberman might view achoice filet. "Calm down, Sweet-Cheeks!" sheresponded, "You can tell me all about it when we getto my place!".
Sherry felt a rough hand reach over and begin to kneadone of her full plush breasts ...
END
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