Asshole photographer pushes his leggy model too far, so she fights back and puts the big squeeze on!!
Bethany was pissed. The longer she worked for Pete, the angrier she got. And as she lay half naked on the couch in his studio posing for more cheesecake shots for his porno business, taking his mouthy bullshit as she did, the more pissed she got. He was a belligerent, demanding and arrogant fucker, and no girl could stand working for him more than a month or so at a time. Bethany had been there two, largely because she needed the money and it fit her schedule. But today Pete was pushing all the wrong buttons and Bethany knew her tenure at his studio was coming to a close along with her patience.
But unlike the other girls who would storm out of the studio, Bethany had plans to take a good deal of the costumes Pete had there with him, knowing the sexy outfits would stand her in good stead with future work. And there was nothing Pete could do to stop her: Bethany’s solid, muscular legs would see to that.
“C’mon, you dumb cunt, show me some fucking gash, will you?” he snapped impatiently as she spread her muscular little legs on the couch in her nylons-and-garter outfit, one of a few she was planning to steal this day.
“Pete, I’m showing you gash, for Chrissakes, please, huh?” she groaned.
“Not enough, use your fucking hands, spread those goddam cunt lips, you stupid fuck!” he screamed at her, getting in close with his camera between her spread thighs.
The time had come, Bethany thought to herself.
“Come closer, Pete, it’ll get better, just watch,” she growled at him, legs wide as he angled his camera between them, bitching and moaning the whole time. “Yeah, that’s it, right fucking THERE!”
She kicked the camera out of his hands and before it hit the floor had reeled him into her pussy face first, mashing his stunned face to her cunt and slamming her muscular thighs around his skull, pumping her ankles together and bucking up off the couch, putting on a horrendous scissor squeeze that had her thighs bulging madly with muscle and Pete screaming in agony.
“You fucking cunt!!” he screamed, pulling at her nylon-clad thighs, his eyes flashing angrily from the pinch of her thighs. “What the FUCK!”
“What the fuck is right, asshole, what the fuck am I still doing working for YOU you piece of SHIT?” she bellowed down at him, dark eyes flashing, her short brown hair framing her cute face. “I’m not, Pete, I fucking QUIT! And I’m taking all the costumes you’ve made me wear for the past two months with me, AND your 8 megapixel digital camera as a going-away present!”
“Fuck you you whore, I’ll kill….”
And then he screamed even more loudly as Bethany bucked up harder, her muscular ass expanding into slabs of steel as she powered the headscissors on full, her thighs nearly cracking Pete’s screaming head open as she squeezed with all she had, teeth clenched and eyes shut in concentration. Her big thighs quivered against his scissored skull and his hands flopped to his sides.
“Don’t fuck with me Pete, I’ll fucking kill you and these legs can do it!” she hissed down at him.
She finally let him go and he slumped to the floor, two huge red marks on the sides of his face where Bethany’s nylons had abraded his skin. She stood up in her slinky lingerie outfit and looked around, walking to the huge rack of costumes and picking out a dozen outfits, slipping plastic sheeting over them and piling them up by the door just as Pete struggled to his feet.
“You cunt, if you think you’re getting out of here with ANY of my shit, you can go take a flying fuck, you whore!”
“How about a flying NECKSCISSORS!” she laughed, running across the room and launching herself at him, legs open and her rugged thighs finding his neck with precision and locking tightly around it.
The momentum of her leaping legs knocked them both to the floor, Bethany on her side, her chiseled thighs knifing deeply into his neck as he lay on his back, hands vainly pulling at her locked, lethal limbs. She crossed her ankles and leaned up, smashing her thighs brutally tight against his throat, closing his windpipe, his eyes bugged out of his skull in pain and fear.
“I could bust your fucking neck, you useless piece of shit,” she sneered down at him, twisting her legs one way and then the other, snapping him around and showing him how easily she could snap his neck and kill him. “I don’t need a murder rap, though, I’m just taking my due and leaving your sorry fucking ASS!”
She bucked up hard and squeezed, his voice gone from the crush of her muscular thighs scissoring his neck, his hands waving in the air to signal his surrender. She laughed – and squeezed harder. Finally, she let go and stood up as he groveled on the floor. She piled up more clothes and grabbed her bag, stuffing some boots in it he had laying around, plus his very expensive digital camera. Tossing an overcoat to cover her sexy garb, she dragged the stuff out to her car and then returned to the studio, just as Pete was struggling to his knees, his neck tender, his voice ragged from her crushing legs.
“You cunt,” he spit out, face sweaty and anguished. “I’ll fucking kick your fucking ass!”
She laughed and stepped up to him, closing off his neck in her chiseled calves, the rough material of her stockings abrading his neck as she squeezed hard, standing on crossed feet. Pete screamed in agony, his hands pulling at her muscular calves; Bethany squeezed harder.
“Feel those calves rip into your neck, Pete?” she hissed back over her shoulder as she crushed him. “I’m taking you out, fucker, my calves are gonna cut off the blood flow to your puny little brain, and you’re going to sleep. When you wake up, you might have a whole new respect for women, you probably won’t. I don’t fucking care. I got what I want out of you and if you DARE come after me, I won’t put you to sleep in my scissors next time, I’ll KILL you in my scissors!”
And the passed out cold in Bethany’s calfy clamp, slumping to the floor between her feet as she eased up. She spotted one more costume on the rack and snatched it, walking out the door triumphantly and toward a much better life.
The End
