4
“This is a receipt for that sucker punch! ” Freddie pulled Emily’s head down and ruthlessly thrust a knee up into the girl’s belly.
“Oh no! Poor Emily!” Ms. Winche said worriedly.
“Huuuurg!” A grunt came from somewhere deep inside Emily’s slender frame. The impact of Freddie’s knee against her soft, fragile stomach was solid. Thudding.
Emily was absolutely gobsmacked, bowed over at the waist, moon-eyed, open-mouthed, bare arms thrashing. Tears mixed with the black powder on her eyelashes causing dark runnels to run down her cheeks.
Unfortunately, Emily was ideally positioned for Frederica to plant her foot on the bottom hem of her dress and deal out the harshest slap yet.
WHAP! The tall girl took the blow full on the face. Her whole body spun around and she pitched forward. Her white muslin skirt did not.
RIIPP! As Emily stumbled about the rich fabric of her skirt came away in a long spiral. First revealing the girl's skinny calves, then her milky white thighs, then her very naked bum. The lower portion of her dress parted ways just below the breast line.
Mr. Boucher admired “That girl looks like she tossed up with a flamingo for a pair of legs and lost!”
Gerard stroked his mustache, “Still. The flamingo is a lovely bird is not?”
As Emily reached out for balance Ms. Brightly instinctively hopped out of the way. Brightly quickly realized her mistake as Emily flew by her. “Oh no, I’m sorry Em!”
“I entreat you, beloved, lay hold of me!” She pleaded to Gerard Emerton, surely her own fiancé would save her. Instead, Gerard dodged gracefully out of her path as Emily plowed through the drink tray.
“Oh pardon me, Ms. Stickles,” Gerard said rescuing the bottle of Retalia and giving Emily a light smack on the bum. “That’s a good girl now.”
“Oof!” Emily belly-flopped roughly onto the top of the cart sending dozens of various alcoholic beakers to the floor. She faced a new crisis now as the cart continued to roll uncontrolled with her riding on it Emily bellowed “Aaahhh! Help me!”
Preferring not to fall, Emily held on for dear life as the cart rolled and turned as if possessed. She managed to pass by everyone who might want to see her bum, kicking and screaming.
Once she gained a modicum of control over the cart she had only two options, both unfavorable.
She could aim herself at the servants who were bringing in the next course of appetizers. Or alternately try to stop herself by steering into the doors leading to the back lawn.
Emily goes through the doors and down the steps. She goes over the railing and falls into the pond. Emily does the sexy mermaid hair flip from the water then spits out a fish. She throws a crying fit over her dress and her embarrassment. As she climbs out of the dirty water Freddie asks if she’s had enough and gives her a hand.
5
“Faith! Somebody help me!” Emily pleaded as she lay on her belly riding a runaway drink cart.
Her blonde hair fell down her face in two golden curly ribbons. The pretty girl's cheeks were scarlet from the many slaps she had endured to the face during her fight with Frederica. A brawl she had foolishly started herself.
Worse than her tender cheeks was the demise of her beautiful new Jessamyn stitched dress. her prized gown was little more than the shoulder straps and a scrap of cloth covering her bosom. Everything below her breasts has been stripped away and she had lost her stockings and shoes as well.
Emily sailed from one end of the room to the other. Her cute round bottom on exhibit, floundering her bare limbs as though she were a beached seal. Much to the delight of the party attendees. It did not escape her notice that she received more than a few stiff smacks to her bare derrière as she rolled by. “Ow! Ow! Stop it!”
“Ms. Stickles is heading for the door!” One of the house staff members cried out. “Get it open post haste so she isn’t injured!”
“No don’t open the d… ahhh!” Instead of crashing into the wall to stop her momentum, she rolled unimpeded through the open doorway.
The young lady felt the warm spring air heat up her backside as her cart was put out into the afternoon air.
“I say Mr. Emerton?” inquired Mr. Boucher, “how far do think Ms. Stickles will get on that cart of hers?”
“That sounds like a wager!“ Gerard slammed a wad of paper money on their drink tray, after theirs was rudely destroyed they had commandeered a new cart and were taking it with them as they followed Emily’s adventures. He offered his hand to his elder “Ten pounds says she won’t get past the first set of steps. What day you Old Man?“
“I think I’m about to lose ten pounds.” Agreed Mr. Boucher “Double or nothing she gets onto the grass.”
The two friends shook hands.
“Aaah!” The bare-assed lass rolled out onto the paved walkway that led through the outside sitting area, down a series of steps, across a small overpass that bridged between the upper and lower areas, and finally onto the back lawn.
It would be easy enough to just let go of the cart but The bottomless blonde had no idea how she could land safely and couldn’t will herself to loosen her grip. As the cart spun about Emily caught sight of a new dilemma.
“Oh Sard the stairs!” The cart tipped forward and jostled violently as it rumbled down the first set of steps. Somehow she managed to hold on but was looking at the house and not where she was going.
Emily rolled across a small flat area of the walkway then hit a second set of steps. The cart veered to the side and hit the concrete Greek-inspired side railing, launching the bare assed blonde girl high into the air.
RIP! To Emily’s abject horror, as she took flight over the pillared railing, she became aware that her tattered half-blouse was snagged to the cart. The muslin fabric was not made for such stress and tore free of her body.
For a brief, glorious, moment Emily hung naked in the air, blonde hair floating around her lovely face, her slender willowy figure wrapped in nothing but the clothes we are all born in.
Emily completed a clumsy backflip to clear the railing. The tall Junoesque girl made a big clumsy splash as her lanky body plummeted into the opaque water below.
She pushed out of the murky depths with her head up and back arched, flipping her hair back as though she were a mermaid. Beads of water made the lustrous, satiny skin of her trim belly and hips glisten in the afternoon sun. She had an even sun-kissed complexion that suited her natural golden hair. The cold air ran across Emily’s pert, plentiful breasts so that they swelled in salute.
“My word, what a figure! Maybe the finest pies in France.” Mr. Boucher handed over twenty pounds, “I don’t suppose my losses would buy me details of how Ms. Stickles was in the sack? At my age all I have are stories.”
“All I will say is that those long limbs are as nimble as one could hope for, but as you can see dear Ms. Stickles lacks coordination and stamina. One needs to establish control of the beast and pace one’s self.” said Gerard, “But you know that a gentleman should not kiss and tell Mr. Boucher..”
“Mr. Emerton, I thought we were friends.” Mr. Boucher pouted in disappointment.
Gerard conceded “I will write it down for you, to browse at your convenience, Old Man.”
“God’s hooks! What happened?” Emily sobbed pounding the surface of the water with her fists. Emily threw a tantrum as she waded in the pond, the water just high enough to cover her carefully groomed womanhood. Droplets streamed from her honey-gold hair, trailing down the subtle curves of her elongated figure “All I wanted was to show off my new dress and now I’m naked! Why am I naked?”
“My dear Emily,” Gerard called from where he and Mr. Boucher stood on the walkway. “Showing us your beautiful behind is the least you could do after spoiling so much expensive booze!”
“That’s not funny!” Emily screamed from her watery shelter. “Somebody get me some clothes! Everyone stop looking at me!”
The petite, slight Frederica Chenoweth made her way down the walkway, holding her dress together where it had been torn open in the front. She stood next to her fiancé Mr. Emerton failing to hide her amusement. “I hit her once and Emily has gone for a swim in her birthday suit.”
“Aye Freddie!” Said Gerard raising a glass to the nymph “T’was the slap heard around the world!”
“You!” Seethed Emily Stickles as she spied Freddie’s dark hair in the crowd. “You did this to me!”
Freddie stepped off the walkway to reach the water's edge where the naked young woman’s temper was boiling over. The diminutive girl extended her hand to assist Emily, a peace offering “Had enough Ms. Stickles..?”
6
Emily considered the hand of her opponent, the fire within her slowly burning out. With a sigh, she accepted Freddie’s hand and pulled herself out of the pond.
She did not release her hand though…
…Instead, she tugged Freddie in close and curled a punch into the scrawny girl’s stomach. Freddie’s eyes crossed as her breath was forcefully expelled from her body. She coughed, stooping forward, trying to hold onto Emily for support. “Woof!”
The winded girl whimpered as Emily seized her by the hair to stand her upright. Then she jammed her fingers down the cleavage of Frederica’s frayed black dress and callously yanked downward so that the delicate muslin fabric ripped apart. The dress came away altogether in shreds. RIP!
“Oh, she truly is a pixie!” Mr. Boucher admired. Indeed, while Frederica was of average height, everything about her figure was dainty and delicate. Slight torso, with small but well-shaped breasts, on slender long legs. Much like a painter might draw a fairy.
Emily restrained the smaller girl for a long time. making sure Mr. Boucher would be able to recall the memory of her nude body whenever he pleased. Then she kneed Freddie in the belly and shoved her into the pond. “Hoog!”
SPLOOSH! Freddie hit the water face first and came up sputtering and coughing. Her long raven hair clung to her face and shoulders as she gasped for breath. The petite girl cursed. She swam to the shore in time to snatch Emily’s bare leg and hauled the blonde back into the murky black water. The tall blonde yelled her own curse as she tumbled back into the pond making a big splash. “You bitch!”
Emily emerged facing away from Frederica, her face draped in golden hair that momentarily blinded her. Freddie capitalized by clutching the blonde by the hair, turning her about, and smashing her fist into the blonde's vulnerable tummy. “Ow! Let go…oooh!”
Emily defensively grabbed onto Frederica’s dark curls and yanked at her scalp. When Freddie raised her hands to try and disengage Emily she was punished with a punch to the gut that lifted her bare butt a few centimeters into the air. “Oof!”
Each girl had a hand tangled in each other’s hair. Without a stitch of cloth between them, there was nothing else but slick wet skin to try to hold on to. The punches were exhausting and painful but were the only viable attack either of them had. It was a vicious cycle neither Freddie nor Emily was willing to break. So they silently agreed to keep trading them until one of them got the upper hand.
“Bitch!” Frederica spat burying her arm wrist-deep into the walking beanpole.
“Ouph!” Emily was still trying to regain her breath from the last punishment her belly had endured when another blow found its way through. Emily threw her own punch catching the gator-mouthed walking stick in the belly button. “Little Whore!”
“Ugn!” Freddie grunted. Neither girl knew how to fight well and their punches were awkward and weak, but so were their bodies. She wouldn’t admit it but Emily’s body blows were absolutely devastating to her. Freddie couldn’t remember exactly why they were fighting either, except that she had always wanted to punch stupid Emily Stickles in her stupid mouth.
“Bitch!” Freddie swore, cutting up into Emily’s sternum. These seemed to really knock the wind out of the skinny blonde giving Frederica a moment of reprieve.
“What an embarrassing display,” Ana Chadbourne chastised her four younger sisters as they watched the young ladies tussle naked in the pond “and over a man. You will never see me act so foolishly over a scoundrel la Mr. Emerton!”
“Yes, sister.” Said Primrose, a year Ana’s junior.
“No matter how devilishly handsome he may be…” Ana added quietly under her breath.
“Little Whore!” Emily screamed, they were both out of creative expletives to hurl at each other.
She drove her knee up into her opponent's tiny midriff.
Freddie’s gut received the knee fully and her naked little body was lifted off the ground. “Oh… huh…huh!”
“My, they certainly do fight la wildcats don’t they?” Mr. Boucher said. He was entranced at the spectacle of the young ladies wrestling in the water. As they pulled, punched, and slapped the nude girls were a tantalizing mess of slender limbs and smooth white skin. Both were sobbing as Neither girl could gain the advantage or escape the grapple.
“Would you like an account of my evening with Ms. Chenoweth as well?” Gerard suggested.
“Oh god yes!” Said Mr. Boucher.
Freddie threw a wild punch that Emily was able to back away from. The blonde swung her own fist but the shorter girl ducked under it easily. They kicked at each other awkwardly, neither able to land a blow.”
“I say, Mr. Emerton.” Said Mr. Boucher brightening. “Look at how these girls hold the attention of all these people. I wonder if we could make money in the city by charging voyeurs to watch your former lovers wrestle each other.”
“Faith! You’ve discovered the secret of my fortune Mr. Boucher.” Gerard laughed, “nay, if we were to throw such events la once a week what would we do the second year?”
“Why that’s la a hundred women!” Mr. Boucher was both flustered and impressed. “I suppose you would have to sleep with some of them again to keep them angry. Maybe we could put on some tag team matches...”
“Did the little one just kick the big one in the groin?” Ms. Beerling exclaimed in disbelief.
“It was higher, between her legs.” Ms. Skawen corrected.
“Oh, poor Emily!” Cried Ms. Winche.
“Oh Em I’m sorry! it was an accident!” Freddie said sincerely. Even among girls, there were lines that shouldn’t be crossed.
Fire erupted in Emily Stickles' lady box as the tibia of Freddie’s leg landed with a thump between her thighs. The blonde’s eyes crossed and her face turned red. She threw her hands over her honey pot and keeled over on the dirt bank of the small garden moat. “Little Whore…”
Emily lay there sobbing, questioning her recent life choices. Frederica started to stumble towards Emily but turned and collapsed face down on the other bank holding her stomach and moaning. “Oooh! Bitch…”
The girls were nude, bare skin shiny with water and perspiration as they both lay breathing hard and nearly unconscious on either side of the pond.
