Monica and Roxy

Monica charged for Booty, Rochell immediately locking up with her. Monica leaned back for a headbutt, but Booty saw it coming and met it with one of her own. Monica was stunned by the blow, Booty lifting her by the tits and slamming her to the floorboards. She dragged Monica up onto the stripper stage, standing her up and Irish whipping her at the stripper pole.

Booty ran after her to clothesline her into the pole as soon as she connected with it, but Monica caught the pole in her hands. She skillfully twirled around on it, spinning and kicking Booty in the stomach. Booty grunted out a lungful of air, doubling over and her thick booty sticking out. Monica stood on the opposite side of the pole, taking both of Rochell’s arms and pulling hard, smashing her face into it.

“That’s how we do it on the REAL streets, bitch!” Monica sneered.

Lisa got Roxy by the hair, holding her doubled over and kneeing her in the face. She suplexed her backward, tossing the smaller girl over the bar and into a rack of ****. It spilled all over her, drenching her in the bitter liquid.

Lisa leapt over the bar, grabbing a baseball bat the bartender kept beneath the bar for protection. “Time to pay, little skank.”

She moved in, but Roxy suddenly looked up and spat a spray of **** into her eyes, blinding her momentarily. “I usually hate to spit, but…” Roxy pushed her backwards, landing backwards over the bar and leaving Roxy able to tear off her pants, hungrily licking her lips at her exposed sex.