Intervention

The tall guy shook his head. He had seen enough of this - the blondes cuteness now being pushed into the past by the way the bigger, bullying brunette. He didn’t like the way how the bigger woman continued to almost toy with the petite blonde. Yes, he reminded himself, it took two to fight, yes the blonde had fought dirty, yes the brunette had won convincingly and she was entitled to a bit of fun. But this humiliating her in front of the rest of the girls & guys on the beach was way too much.. It was time for the brunette to get a dose of her own medicine. He watched her, smirking, playing up to the crowd, flirting with some of the men even as she sat astride the blondes belly. Some of the guys were senjoying the way she continued to humiliate the poor girl. Bu the taller man had enough of her, and her ways. He walked around behind the brunette & tangling his right hand in the back of her shortish hair and his left hand under the top of her left arm, he jerked her backwards suddenly, up off the blonde..."Fun times over now girl - cant you see she's had enough" he hissed, starting to drag her off her beaten foe.

“Hey what the hell are you doing?". The brunette was furious at being robbed of her prey. “She started the fights, she cheated by throwing sand in my face, she deserves this and everything else I was going to dish out And” she continued as she realized who it was who had dragged her off the blonde, “hey you suggested this too!" Struggling in the tall man’s grasp and reaching behind herself trying to slap him and free herself, she cursed as she failed, the guy had too firm a grasp.

The blonde was up on her knees quickly, smiling. "Get the fat bitch" she encouraged. Suddenly her day might improve. She wondered what she can do to her persecuter, but for now she needed to clear her head .She shook it , trying to get the cobwebs out . She got to her feet and looked around.

The stocky guy looked up, he doesn’t quite know what to do. The tall guy, the man he had never met before this day, the man who had been wrong about the winner has taken a march on him. What will he do to the brunette? Is she taken? Will she recover

"I suggested nothing” the tall man hissed, struggling with the squirming brunette. He dropped to his knees behind the big woman as he dragged her a few feet or so away from where she had been riding the blonde. He smiled as the blonde escaped and as she preened herself as she got her bearings. She called out some insults quickly to you in order to deflect some of her embarassment & humiliation. The solid brunette squirmed as she kept trying to pull away, he set up on one knee behind her.

“You said” the brunette gulped, she was out of breath, “you said to make her kiss my ass. You…" Her voice, still belligerent still aggressive, tailed off as she squirmed. She knew this tall guy was much stronger especially after her grueling slugging match with the blonde. 'Stop it. stop it!" She felt his knee digging into her back. She slapped, tried to punch behind me, she struggled to break free. 'Let me go let me go!”

With one hard tug the taller man dragged her backwards over his outstretched knee, arching her out, stretching her back, putting her on display. “You’ll stop that tone soon enough,” he chortled.

The brunette, her whole body sore from the fight, her hair on fire from where the man had dragged her off the blonde, struggled, twisted, turned. The blonde stepped towards the squirming woman, who had only moments ago been dominating her. Her face only inches from the brunette’s she sank her fist into her enemy’s plump tummy. Smirking, she looked up at the taller guy 'hey handsome, do you want some help, she's just a bully , you get her good! I might have something for you later if you do!" She blew him a kiss even as the brunette spat in her face.