Catfight! The brunette is intent on humiliating Isabel even further as

Originally written by Bluefish

Isabel was still horribly aware of her own nakedness, but she still managed a breathless shriek of laughter. "How's that feel?" she asked, once again covering her breasts with an arm while clamping a protective hand between her legs. "Not so much fun now, is it?"

The brunette's face had gone white with anger, except for her cheeks, which were bright red. Reaching down, she grabbed the waistband of her jeans and tried to pull them back up, but her hands were trembling with rage and embarrassment, and she was having trouble getting them over her knees. "You're going to regret that!" she said again, over the laughter of the crowd.

Isabel's sense of victory was deflating quickly - while they clearly appreciated the turning of the tables, the crowd was still laughing at her just as much as they were at the brunette. She shot a hopeful glance around - maybe someone would let her have some clothes, now that she had given them a new target? But she had no such luck; they were clearly of the opinion that two girls being publicly humiliated was better than one.

Still, she couldn't help another taunt at the brunette who had **** her to strip herself in the first place. "Your ass is really cute, by the way. And I'm sure that everyone here agrees, because they all saw it." This was met with a cheer of confirmation from the onlookers.

The brunette's eyes flashed. Isabel barely had time to regret her words before the brunette launched herself at Isabel, apparently giving up on trying to pull her pants back up. Her full weight struck Isabel, bearing them both to the ground.

Isabel hit the floor hard, with the brunette on top of her. The crowd must have had quite a view - the naked blonde underneath, the dark-haired bottomless beauty on top, her jeans tangled around her ankles and her pale naked bottom totally exposed.

Isabel shrieked as the brunette managed to get a fistful of her hair and yanked. The pain in her scalp made her eyes water, and pinned as she was underneath the other girl's weight, trying to fend her off, she was unable to hide her nudity - although thankfully the other girl's body was hiding most of hers. That was a cold comfort to her when the brunette managed to use her other hand to grip Isabel's nipple and give it a painful twist. Nipple twisters? Are we in third grade?

Trying to retaliate, Isabel groped blindly for the hem of the brunette's shirt - and found it! Gripping it as hard as she could with both hands, she yanked upwards, and succeeded in pulling the other girl's shirt up past her breasts, exposing her black bra. The girl squealed - "no!" - but Isabel was undeterred. Pressing the attack, she grabbed the brunette's bra and pulled down with all her strength. The flimsy straps snapped, and the bra came away in Isabel's hand - she flung it into the crowd to keep the the brunette from reclaiming it.

Now they were both totally exposed. Isabel was still nude, while the brunette's jeans and panties were around her ankles, and her shirt was bunched around her shoulders, exposing her large breasts. Her eyes were wide - she had only wanted to humiliate Isabel! She had no interest in being humiliated herself!

Shifting her weight, Isabel rolled hard to the side. The brunette was too startled to resist, and Isabel wound up on top this time, pinning the brunette to the ground. Their bare breasts were pressed together, both heaving with exertion and shining with beads of sweat. Isabel's hips straddled the brunette's, their crotches nearly touching. The crowd was screaming with laughter, now that the two girls were both exposed, and both fiercely doing their best to humiliate the other. "Get off me!" the brunette snarled.