Brings her to another part of the room

Jess led Rajni by the hair and the dress away from the dancefloor. Rajni had one hand on each of her hands protecting her hair, and protecting her dress, but she had **** but to stumble along with her rival. She yelped and called for help, but the sound was lost under the thumping music, and though several people saw what was going on, those who knew them wanted to see how it played out, and those who didn't thought they were watching some weird kind of performance art.

By the time Rajni understood Jess's plan, it was almost too late. The same club held a biker night earlier in the week. A night that involved mud wrestling. There was a large, rectangular, inflatable pool of mud that was about the consistency of chocolate pudding. The club had cordoned it off with some yellow caution tape, held up between two crowd control stanchions, with a paper sign that said "Do Not Use" hanging from one.

Jess spun Rajni around, so she was facing the pool, then, letting go of the grip on her dress, brought a knee up between her legs. Rajni, hit in the crotch, reflexively bent forward, and her now free hands flew down to her knee-pounded groin. As she did bent forward, her backside was presented as an easy target for the taller girl, who, with a kick of her huge boot, left a footprint on the white butt of Rajni's dress, and sent the girl forward, tripping over the caution tape, and landing face first in the mud.

People watching started laughing hysterically. Phones were filming, flashes were going off. Rajni picked her face out of the mud and spat. Her face, her hair, and the whole front of her white dress, were now all covered in the thick brown mud.

Jess rubbed her hands together, proud of what she had just accomplished.