Creeperella

With her hands on the hips, the fair-skinned woman showed her intimidating aura and domineering nature in front of Erotica, "My name is Creeperella."

"Creeperella? What kind of name is that?" Erotica said as she tried to stand up.

"Got a problem with that? It's less slutty and more terrifying than 'Stripperella', right? Now get up and prove that the real Stripperella is as strong as people said."

"I told you, I'm not Stripperella!!"

Erotica threw face powder at Creeperella to blind her vision. Seeing the opportunity, she tried to throw her fist, but Creeperella, with her face covered in white powder, caught her fist easily.

"What a shame, I was expecting too much from you. You're pathetic, I thought Stripperella was stronger than this. Let me show you what true power is!"

Creeperella grabbed Erotica's face with one hand and lifted the blonde in the air. Erotica's legs flapped helplessly as soon as she was lifted off the ground. The redhead delivered another hard blow towards her solar plexus and let Erotica's body push back against the wall.

Afraid of having her stomach crushed again, Erotica protected it with both hands. However, Creeperella who seemed to be experienced in close combat hit Erotica's unprotected head instead.

Blow after blow landed on Erotica's cheeks, the blonde couldn't help but cover her face to lessen the injury with her hands.

Creeperella, of course, took advantage of that to throw a punch and kick combo into Erotica's midriff. One hit landed on Erotica's right rib then followed by another hit on her solar plexus. Erotica's folded body was **** back to stand by grabbing her hair and another combo was executed.

Creeperella's knee sank into Erotica's stomach, then followed by a punch at the redhead's favorite target, the solar plexus. The combo continued for a long time and over and over until Erotica couldn't stand up anymore and fell to her knees.

However, Creeperella's cruelty didn't end there. Before Erotica's knees touched the floor, she threw an uppercut right at the chin of the defeated stripper. Erotica flew up and fell to the ground with her arms and legs spread wide.

Erotica was half-conscious while gasping for air, her blue eyes rolled back and saliva drooling from the corner of her glossy lips. Her stomach was already battered after being pummeled so badly by her new enemy. Bruises and blue injuries began to appear on her midriff.

The bra that had been neatly attached to her breasts was nowhere to be seen, showing surprisingly erected nipples, whether because she was enjoying herself being a punching bag or the leftovers pleasures of her masturbation earlier, no one knows.

"Pathetic. I can't believe the mighty Stripperella is a masochistic slut. Getting her nipples erects after being abused? What's next? A squirt show?"

Creeperella asserted her dominance by stepping on Erotica's pussy, marking her flawless victory over Erotica Jones whom she suspected as the infamous Stripperella.

"Well, let's make sure that you're the real Stripperella."