The dusty, dimly-lit bar was filled with the sounds of clinking glasses and raucous laughter, but all of that faded into the background as Ariane, a busty redheaded cowgirl wrestler, sauntered through the doors. Her green eyes scanned the room, searching for her rival, Belle Dame.
And there she was, sitting at the bar, flirting shamelessly with Ariane's husband, Cimar. Ariane's hands rested on her hips as she sauntered over to the pair, her boots thudding against the wooden floor.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the homewrecking whore," Ariane said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Belle looked up, a smug smile on her face. "Oh, look who it is, the has-been cowgirl wrestler. I heard your husband was looking for a real woman."
Ariane's face turned red with anger, but she kept her cool. "You can have him, sweetheart. I don't want a man who can't keep it in his pants."
Belle stood up, her chair scraping against the floor. "You're just jealous because I can give him what he wants and you can't."
Ariane cracked her knuckles. "Oh, I can give him what he wants alright. And I can give it to him better than you ever could."
Belle laughed. "Prove it."
Ariane grinned, her green eyes flashing. "Gladly." She grabbed Belle by the arm and dragged her out of the bar, Cimar following close behind.
Once outside, Ariane and Belle squared off, their breasts heaving with excitement. The two women began to circle each other, their fists clenched. Suddenly, Ariane lunged forward, her fist connecting with Belle's stomach. Belle doubled over, gasping for breath. Ariane took advantage of Belle's momentary weakness, delivering a low blow that sent Belle to the ground.
Belle groaned, clutching her crotch. "You bitch!" she screamed.
Ariane grinned, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "That's right, sweetheart. I'm the boss around here." She reached down and helped Belle to her feet.
Belle glared at Ariane, her brown eyes full of hatred. "You may have won this round, but I'll be back. And next time, I won't be so merciful."
Ariane laughed. "I'll be waiting, sweetheart. I can't wait to see what you've got."
Belle stormed off, her fists clenched in anger. Ariane turned to Cimar, a playful smile on her face. "Well, husband. Shall we continue this little party at home?"
Cimar grinned, his blue eyes full of desire. "Lead the way, wife."
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