Yasmin threatens him

?That?s it, squirt,? Yasmin growls, grabbing ?Chubby? by the collar and lifting him off his seat. ?You get your limp-dicked, worthless ass out there and get me my match or I?ll cream your??

?HELLP!? Hector shouted in panic. Yasmin grunted loudly as someone powered into her from behind. Rhoda drove her shoulder into her back and landed on top of her and Hector, leaning in to pour the pressure into her elbow in Yasmin?s back.

?Weight?s awful handy for this kinda thing, don?tcha think?? Rhoda spat. ?Sorry bout that, tiny,? she added. Hector had wound up beneath both her and Yasmin, but threw a thumbs up. He had been under far more weight and enjoyed it all the while.

Rhoda grabbed Yasmin?s hair and lifted her up by it. ?Maybe I?ll stuff you stupid with this here buffet when we?re done. Put some meat on them bones so you look halfway attractive.?

?Fuck? off!? Yasmin snarled, shooting her fist into Rhoda?s soft belly. It went in pas the wrist, getting Rhoda to stagger back gagging. Yasmin got up to press the attack, but she was grabbed from behind. Greta spun her around by the arm, socking her in the face with her chubby fist. Yasmin was staggered, but both girls grabbed an arm and sent fists hammering into her sculpted abs both at once.