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Sugar walked off after telling Soda to get her attitude together - albeit in a far friendlier way than Milk's harsh words. Coin Rush’s Golden Chip Showdown certainly seemed to be getting in the head of the greenette, though it seemed like there was a deeper issue going on.
She looked around to see Dolla summoning her over. Curious enough - and frankly not wanting to be around Milk when she was salty like that - she walked over to the Talentum member.
“So Sugar, since neither of us is getting our big score and Milk is going to have a temper tantrum, how about we go play some games and make some money at least. It's always more fun with a partner.” She winked.
Sugar shrugged her shoulders. “Why not? I could always use the credits to upgrade Black Typhoon. Quick question though - are you wearing panties?” she hooked her arm with Dolla's and headed out to the show floor as she told the businesswoman of her plan.
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The casino seemed even busier than ever. It was packed to the brim with visitors thanks to the contest going on. The pair had sat down at a roulette table and placed some chips down. People were talking around them, seeing a powerful businesswoman and one part of Mustang's prized Cafe Sweety. They watched the ball spin around the roulette table before landing in the space next to the number they bet on.
“And now we play a game we're guaranteed to win big” Sugar smirked standing up. “Well it seems everyone here knows who the two of us are. Why don't we play a game with you knowledgeable high rollers?”
She wiggled her hips in her tight leather pants and placed a hand around the small of Dolla's back. Dolla stood up. “Place your bets on the table and we'll see who's right! What color panties are we wearing? Red or Black? Of course we get a cut too” Dolla spun around and lifted her jacket enough to show off her butt.
The crowd wildly threw chips onto the table to place their bet. They worked themselves into a betting frenzy.
“It has to be red, like Dolla’s hair!”
“No, black like Sugar’s outfit!”
“You're an idiot, it's red!”
“Black like Dolla’s suit!”
Dolla and Sugar exchanged a knowing glance watching their bounty grow rapidly. “This was a great idea, Sugar. You are incredible!” She gave a soft pat to her leather-covered behind.
A man with glasses placed a small stack on the green zero as everyone laughed at him. “Settle down folks, let people bet how they wish to” Sugar said sternly, quieting the audience a bit.
“Everyone's bets are in? Good. Time for the reveal then” both women grabbed the waist of the other's pants from behind and slowly pulled them down. They were met with a mix of lewd cheers and groaning as the pants slowly lowered, revealing a pair of pale, creamy perfect butt's. Their firm assets continued to be slowly revealed as the audience looked surprised the longer it took.
Where was the fabric? No one had seen even a glimpse of any panties. They were pulling down their pants from just below their butt so there was no way they were holding onto them to hide them. The crowd gasped as it became apparent neither had any underwear on!
“You cheated!”
“No wonder you have so much money, tricking people out of it like that!”
The man with glasses started to scoop up all the chips excitedly while both women adjusted to cover themselves back up. He nearly jumped out of his skin as his wrists were snatched roughly.
“What do you think you're doing? You were closest to the right answer, but still wrong” Dolla glared.
“B-but I said zero!”
“Exactly, not double zero,” Sugar pushed him away before proceeding to grab all the chips and putting them in a large bag for both women to carry.
“No fair, I- I won!” he complained as the audience all grumbled.
The two walked away snickering at the double dose of naughtiness and a big score for them. “Let's head back to my room and count the bounty” Sugar suggested.
“You read my mind” Dolla wrapped her arm around her waist.
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With Frima off taking a nap somewhere and Milk likely getting into a fight in her rage, both women were left uninterrupted as they dumped the bag onto the king-sized bed and started counting chips.
“Wow, I count 20 million in my pile just from flashing a bit of ass. Maybe I should set up one of those camera sites and charge a small fortune per view” Dolla started pondering yet another new avenue for her to make ludicrous amounts of money.
“30 million in my pile. We certainly made it out large.” Sugar smiled brushing her chips back into the bag.
Dolla grabbed her wrist suddenly. “And what do you think you’re doing?” She tightened her grip.
“Bagging up my share, duh”
“Oh no you’re not, I get the bigger share” Dolla snarled.
“Why should you? This was my idea after all.”
“And it was my ass shaking around first. My reputation had a lot more on the line there.”
Sugar stood up next to the bed. Dolla copied on the other side and walked around the bed slowly. Her hands opened up like she was ready to claw at the biker.
“You want to make something of this? Fine by me, but don’t complain when I beat you down and take all the money. And to think you and I brought up keeping things under control to Rupee and Viper.”
“They’re being petty to each other. This is strictly business, so I see no reason for this to change our relationship” Dolla said.
“I agree, but we’ll see if you really feel the same way once I take that fat stack of cash” Sugar put her fists up.
She threw a jab at Dolla that was barely dodged. Sugar cocked an eyebrow. This was going to be easier than she thought with reaction times like -
*POW*
She staggered against the bed. Her head snapped to the side as spit flew out of her mouth. Sugar wiped her mouth watching Dolla jump on her feet pumping herself up.
“Not bad for some suit too scared to get her hands dirty. “You want me to leave your body black or red?”” Sugar kicked a leg making Dolla fall back. She started to choke as Sugar grabbed her by the tie to stop her momentum and cut off her air. She yanked her back up to punch Dolla in the face causing her to fall back again.
Dolla grimaced and grunted as she was bounced around by her tie, taking blow after blow to her face. She finally raised a knee into Sugar’s thigh, making her release the tie in surprise. Dolla hit the floor and shouted in pain as her stomach was stomped.
“If you give up now, we can keep it a 60-40 split” Sugar said.
“But I could have it all, you’ve got to be willing to take a gamble - albeit a calculated one” Dolla spit on the floor. She kicked Sugar in the leg taking her to the floor. The businesswoman wrapped her legs around the biker’s chest and squeezed tight. She took off a glove with her mouth and scratched at Sugar’s face.
The biker grunted from pain but still laughed softly. “Guess I was wrong, you can get dirty” Sugar grabbed Dolla by the throat and lifted them both up. The businesswoman gouged an eye, allowing her to get her feet back on the ground as the biker reeled.
Sugar swung wildly, still managing to strike Dolla across the cheek so she hit the floor hard. Sugar bent down and grabbed her jacket, ripping it off of Dolla. She put a foot on Dolla’s back and yanked on her tie to choke her out more. “You’ll never be dirty enough though. Don’t be fucking stupid.”
“I’m not, this money is to hedge my other bet. My money’s on 777 squad winning this contest, but why not have a nest egg just in case?” Dolla undid her tie dropping to the floor. This time she rolled out of the way before she could be stomped on.
Dolla shot to her feet with an uppercut. Sugar was stunned for a moment, opening her up to a few gut shots as she dropped the tie to the ground. She pushed Dolla away feeling her stomach start to slightly bruise.
Both women huffed looking at the other. Dolla was clearly worse for wear, but she clearly still had fight in her. Sugar spit on the floor before raising her fists again. “I’m not leaving empty-handed.”
“I don’t plan on it either” the businesswoman said trying to grab at Sugar’s shirt. The biker deflected it, but took a knee to her gut. She bent over grunting in frustration. “And to think you’d only fight this hard for money to upgrade that stupid bike.”
“Don’t call Black Typhoon stupid!” Sugar grit her teeth even as more knees were driven into her. Sugar fought through the pain to wrap her arms around Dolla. She tried crushing her as the businesswoman struggled against her.
The biker rammed their heads together. Dolla returned the favor as a meeting of the minds took place. They both stumbled back a bit with now-bloody noses. The business woman reached back to grab some chips and threw them at Sugar.
“That’s the only tip you get you cheap asshole!”
“50,000 credits? You’ll have to pay more than that if you ever even want to think about touching my ass again!”
Dolla rushed at her to yank her pants down and gave her a hard spank. “You mean that ass? The one that just jiggled for me?” she dug her nails into it.
Sugar spit in her face and drove her knee into Dolla’s pussy. The businesswoman’s eyes went wide. No sound escaped her mouth before her shirt was lifted above her head blinding her and trapping her arms straight up. Her chest was left naked and exposed after a quick yank at her bra snapped it clean off. The biker started pounding into her unprotected stomach and chest.
Dolla coughed and wheezed as she took the barrage. The occasional shot to her face rocked her around. She felt each bruise starting to form as she began to realize she might be outclassed. Still, with a tiny glimpse of the chips seen between the buttons of her shirt she held onto the hope of a big payday.
“God damn, you’re a lot tougher than I would’ve thought!” Sugar admitted, impressed that Dolla hadn’t given up. Her next punch went into the Talentum member’s kidney. A satisfying cough encouraged her to do it again in the same spot.
“85-15 split and we can stop right now.” The biker felt she was beyond reasonable given their position.
“55-45.”
Sugar paused at the counteroffer. She couldn’t believe how stubborn she was being. The biker punched at her again, feeling her fist hit the bed as her opponent rolled out of the way. Dolla blindly kicked her out of the way before bending her arms down to tear her shirt. Modesty had no place in business if it meant losing out on a score after all.
Dolla grimaced and spit out blood that ended up dribbling down her chin. “Well? 55-45 or not?”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“And you’re a lot softer than I would’ve thought for someone always fighting Milk.” She wiped her mouth clean and motioned for Sugar to come at her.
“I guess I would soften up, not doing as many awful things for money. Still more than enough to handle you though” The biker cautiously approached and kicked at her midsection. The businesswoman caught her leg and tossed her around into a dresser. The biker felt her body dent the furniture as she took a big kick to her stomach.
Dolla grabbed her silver hair and tossed her across the room. She charged at the downed woman as she got to her knees and rammed a knee into Sugar’s face. The silver-haired woman grunted and spat blood onto the suit pants in front of her. She yanked Dolla’s pants down and clawed at her pussy.
“Gahh!! Fucking bitch!”
“90-10.” Sugar growled. She was really trying to be reasonable and keep the fight from ramping up any further.
“57-43.”
Sugar shouted in anger and lifted Dolla up. She slammed her onto one of her knees in a backbreaker as the businesswoman sat there in shock holding her back. “Fine, I’ll make you quit this silly shit” Sugar grumbled shoving Dolla to the floor. She was getting tired of her antics. It was time to end this pathetic game.
Still holding her back in pain, the redhead kicked up at Sugar's head. She got to her knees and pulled off Sugar’s jacket. “I’ll do whatever it takes for the right pay, a conviction you clearly lack” The Talentum member said wiggling around to pull her pants back up.
She stumbled to her feet and pulled the biker’s shirt over her head before punching and kneeing her face, watching a red patch slowly grow.
Sugar took the blows, feeling her head get rocked with each blow. She felt her face bruising and the mix of blood and spit flying from her mouth. How the hell was she struggling against Dolla? Was money seriously this strong of a motivator for her?
The businesswoman made it abundantly clear as she let Sugar slump to the floor groaning. She took off Sugar’s shirt before approaching the bed, leaving them both topless. Dolla started to fill up the bag until it weighed enough for her.
“Don’t know about you, but I’ve got no problem with blood money you dumb - huh?” She swung the heavy bag at Sugar but missed when she dodged at the last second. The bag burst open with chips flying around.
They started to trade blows wildly as Sugar got to her feet. Everything was turning darker on their bodies as they landed hit after hit with no end in sight. Even as their damaged chests started to spray milk from the abuse, neither woman yielded, only punching that much harder to try to finish off their opponent.
Sugar’s head rocked to the side after taking a punch to the jaw. She spit her blood at Dolla’s face before digging her nails into one breast and sinking a knee into her stomach. Both of their pants tore round the crotch from the force of the repeated blows. Even when most nikkes would have turned this into a rougher sexfight, neither woman even thought of such intimacies with the money on the line.
The exchange lasted minutes on end filling the room with the sounds of pain and violence. Even the occasional attention to more intimate areas only brought shrill screams of unbearable pain as there was no love given to them.
If either one had any sense, they’d put some thought into their attacks. With how spent they both felt, neither one wanted to risk slowing down to come up with a plan while the other got extra free shots that might spoil any strategy.
Sugar leaned against Dolla for support after taking a particularly harsh knee to the gut. “If you wanted to fuck, you should’ve said so. I’m always willing to put out for you… at the right price of course.” Dolla mocked her in her weakened state. “I’d say 60 million sounds about right.”
“Someone thinks way too highly of themselves” Sugar said pushing her into the bed. Dolla screamed as Sugar climbed on top and started pounding into her. The biker grabbed a handful of chips, with some sticking out between her knuckles to add extra power to the impact.
The chips quickly turned red with blood as Dolla’s face sprayed them. “Give up before you really get hurt” Sugar said looking at her reddened face with many new cuts. Most of the damage done could still be covered up by makeup and a very quick trip to the repair center. No one would even notice if Dolla was gone for an hour or two.
Dolla spit at her and punched Sugar in the throat. She threw the biker back so her body draped off of the bed upside-down. She started to claw at her pussy making the biker howl. “Graahhh, F-fuck you! Gonna kick your ass!” Sugar’s nostrils flared. This stupid business bitch was not getting the best of her!”
With a great deal of effort, she curled her upper body upwards to sink her fist into the unsuspecting Dolla’s face, knocking her clear off the other side of the bed.
Both women panted and spat out blood on the floor. They felt along their face, wincing at each cut and bruise. Each breath was a pained labor, signifying just how exhausted they were. One look at the chips was all the motivation they needed to keep moving though.
A shaky arm lifted their head up onto the bed to look at the other. “Give. *wheeze* Up.” Dolla threatened. “Eat *cough cough* shit.” They continued to glare at the other, too tired to get up and finish the other off.
“Come on then, tough girl - finish it!”
“You’d like me to rush in, wouldn’t you?”
“Sloppy whore”
“Brutish bitch”
“That money is mine, you don’t even know how to make a good investment!” Dolla shouted standing up.
“All you do is spend it to make more money, it’s never enough for you” Sugar grit her teeth and climbed onto the bed. Dolla watched her crawl across but could barely keep her eyes open as a fist smashed into her stomach. She coughed violently and yelped as her hair was yanked on to throw her against a bedpost. The ornate top snapped off and into Sugar’s waiting hand.
The object was about the size of her fist but much more awkwardly shaped thanks to the intricate grooves carved into it. The biker put Dolla across her knee and spanked her before peeling the remains of her pants down to her knees. She used the bedpost to spank and bruise her ass, quickly turning it red and black from the strength behind each blow.
Dolla weakly fought back, barely able to grip at her attacker’s leg, let alone do any significant damage. “Keep this up much longer and I might just shove it up your ass!” Sugar pulled on her hair roughly so Dolla’s head was away from the covers, leaving her moans and groans unfiltered.
“F-fifty -”
“You finish that counteroffer and see what I think of it” Sugar pressed the object against her asshole.
“Fuuuckk-ing…” the businesswoman felt it threatening to enter her. “Alright! Fucking cunt, you win!” she grumbled. She moaned weakly as her body was unceremoniously dumped off the bed. “Good. Now clean up this shit. I want all my money together.”
It took close to 30 minutes with how slowly Dolla moved to pick up all the chips and place them in bed.
“Good girl, don’t think I forgot your tip” She grabbed Dolla’s cheeks to force her mouth open and spit into it. “We square now?”
“Yes… the deal is done. We'll see about the next time though” Dolla grumbled while struggling to her feet to leave.
“Looking forward to it, you gave me a better workout than I ever would've guessed -and a great view too. Top drawer of the dresser has another set of my clothes so you’re not flashing the goods in the hall” Sugar said. She watched the businesswoman change, very much appreciating the view as each movement made her shudder in pain and freeze, giving her that much longer of a view than most others would ever get of the militantly serious woman. Her ass inadvertently shook as she struggled into the tight leather pants lent to her. “How big is her chest exactly?” Dolla grumbled as the t-shirt she put on was way too big for her.
“You dressed? Then get the hell out of here” Sugar huffed, not even making an attempt to leave the bed. “And don't forget there's less violent ways to fight if you're not up to that challenge” she winked as the businesswoman pouted and furrowed her brow.
Dolla stumbled to the door, taking a look at herself in the mirror quickly. A trip to the repair center was certainly going to be necessary to deal with those nasty cuts and bruises. She reached for the handle before it turned.
Milk opened the door, surprised to find the Talentum member there. “What the hell- what are you doing- where’d that money come from? Ah Dammit, did I miss a fight?” Milk complained connecting some of the dots thanks to both women’s current state.
“Shut up Milk” Sugar puffed her chest breathing hard. Dolla weakly left the room hearing Milk’s complaints start to ramp up at her lack of participation in the fight and money. Maybe someone else at the casino would find a good way to shut her up before this contest was over. She started to smirk, imagining someone beating up Milk as she quickly made some texts to get a ride to the repair center.