Lauren's no fighter

Lauren felt fear in her stomach. She had to face this redhead! There was no sign of security, and the crowd wouldn't let her escape. She wasn't a fighter, but had ****. Building up intoxicated courage, she let out a rather wimpy yelp and charged the redhead. She put her head down and windmilled her arms, throwing awkward blind slaps at the redhead. The redhead easily sidestepped the clumsy attack, and kicked Lauren's butt with her high heeled shoe. The crowd 'oohed! As Lauren stumbled on her heels.

Lauren looked up, rubbing her backside. Her hair was mussed and she was already breathing heavy. The red head was still totally controlled. Lauren moved on her enemy again, this time managing to catch a clump of red hair. She smiled in victory, having actually succeed at something, but was caught totally unaware as the red head rained a slap down on her cheek. Lauren fell back, clutching her cheek. The red head, now furious, brought her knee up, catching Lauren in the stomach.

"OOF!" Lauren got the wind knocked out of her. She was getting her ass kicked! She didn't realize in her drunken state that by attacking she had lost all sympathy from the crowd. No one was coming to her defense.

Lauren threw a **** kick. Her short leg, restrained by her tight dress, barely made it to her opponent's waist. The red head easily caught the clumsy kick. She hoisted Lauren's leg up. Lauren was **** to hop as the red head held her leg up, totally restraining her. Lauren saw her dress riding up, and tried to pull it down lest her panties be revealed. The red head, pressing her advantage, pulled the leg up. Lauren squealed as she was pulled almost into the splits, her legs splayed. Her hands were holding her dress down, but her small rounded thighs were totally visible! Lauren moaned, feeling the strain of being pulled like this.