In the minutes following Lonneke’s entrance, most of the time was spent around Alsou. The Dutch young model went to her Russian girlfriend, kissed her profusely and spent some moments reassuring her. Then, Lonneke had words of thanks for J-Lo, who so altruistically helped her sweetheart. The room was filled with rejoicing girls of all races and countries! All of whom seemed to get along perfectly - even Manuela Arcuri who usually didn’t speak much was now lively and chatty.
Later on though, Jen went to see her friend Angelina Jolie at the hospital. Her companions intended to join her but Alsou was in no condition to leave her bed yet, so Jen asked Lonneke to stay with her girlfriend. While Jen went to the hospital, the Dutch model and her Russian singer girlfriend stayed at Jen’s place, spending extra time kissing and hugging.
Standing 5’8” tall with a modest 32” bust, Lonneke didn’t look exactly imposing, but a closer inspection of her arms revealed she had a stronger-than-expected build and her attitude for fighting could be inferred. It was by mere chance though, that she was going to have a chance to prove her ability very soon.
“You should rest now sweetheart,” Lonneke said. “I will get you a glass of water, then you have a long sleep OK?”
Lonneke headed to Jen’s kitchen where it took her some time to find things. All of a sudden, a loud crash caught her attention. She rushed back to the bedroom and almost screamed at the sight that met her eyes. The window had been broken and glass fragments were scattered all around on the carpet.
Worse, a stranger Lonneke couldn’t identify was sitting on the bed - on top of Alsou - punching her in the face!
She stopped after hitting her a few times and shouted, “What the heck... you aren’t Lopez! Who the hell is this bitch?”
Lonneke took a moment to regain control after the initial shock which gave the intruder time to realize the Dutch woman was standing in the doorway. As Alsou’s bleeding face lay shocked on the pillow, the aggressor noticed Lonneke and jumped off the bed to stare her straight in the eyes.
“This is NOT what I expected! Two bitches to take care of and none is my target! The leader won’t appreciate this... You better say a prayer you stupid bitch,” she muttered. “Rachel Stevens of the Scorpions is about to beat you!”
Her threat out of the way, Rachel charged Lonneke who had finally realized that a fight had just started - and hit was her against one of the Scorpions!
It was probably because of her allegiance to the feared group that induced Rachel to completely disregard the 6 inch height difference that dwarfed her compared to Lonneke. But the Dutch model wasn’t expecting her charge and she moved a bit too slowly. Despite Lonneke’s size advantage, she was slammed against the wall by the smaller - but older and more experienced - fighter.
Rachel started raining fist after fist between Lonneke’s small, perky breasts, hoping to weaken her quickly to finish the fight. Her strength was noticeable and Lonneke gasped and coughed until she finally reacted by lifting a knee into Rachel’s belly. That was a move Rachel hadn’t expected from the skinny model and the Brit battler doubled over and allowed Lonneke to escape. Catching the favorable moment, Lonneke used her knee again and this time hit Rachel in the forehead. The Brit was dazed, but was quick enough to avoid a third knee.
She caught Lonneke’s leg under her armpit, then spun causing the Dutch model’s leg to bend unnaturally sending a shock of pain through her leg muscles. She screamed and struck out with both fists at Rachel’s head, well below her own, hitting her so hard that Rachel lost her hold on her leg.
Limping and massaging her leg, Lonneke hobbled away and lost her chance to counterattack. Rachel had time to set herself and make another assault. She charged Lonneke with her fists raised and crashed punches straight to Lonneke’s tits, smashing the small breasts flat against her ribcage. Lonneke screamed as she was backed against the wall again. She had underestimated the smaller attacker and realized she had to do something before she lost the fight!
Rachel was beating Lonneke’s breasts flat with both fists and Lonneke knew she wasn’t going to be able to resist that kind of punishment for long. Collecting all her strength and forcing herself to ignore the pain that still flowed through her leg, she let out a loud scream and used that same leg to send a devastating kick straight up between Rachel’s legs. Again, Rachel had underestimated Lonneke and she was caught by surprise.
The kick was tremendously hard, and Rachel’s front foot lifted off the floor a foot as Lonneke’s leg pounded into her pubic mound. Rachel fell backwards and crashed on her back to the floor holding her groin with both hands. Not waiting a second, Lonneke jumped in the air and came down with her heels on Rachel’s bruised womanhood. Rachel’s scream was deafening as her body bounced under the weight of the larger girl.
Another jump and this time Lonneke drove her knees into Rachel’s stomach. Rachel started coughing, gasping and writhing in pain. Lonneke lifted Rachel by the hair and slammed her against the wall. She hit head first before slumping to the floor. She was almost out cold, but still able to react - at least with feeble aimless blows from the floor - as Lonneke’s taller body stood over her.
One of Rachel’s wild, un-aimed swings - by coincidence - ended up in a grip on Lonneke’s crotch! Rachel suddenly realized she had grabbed something more than air in her fingers and, with the little energy left, she tightened her grip as Lonneke felt waves of pain suddenly shooting through her. Lonneke’s legs became feeble and she dropped on her knees straddling Rachel’s body with her crotch still firmly held by her.
Feeling revitalized by the success of her unintended move, Rachel put more effort into the crotch claw, pressing harder with her thumb knowing Lonneke’s clit was just below. The thin fabric of her dress didn’t provide any protection and Rachel grinned mischievously as she saw Lonneke’s contorted facial expression as she dug in.
Arching her back upwards, Rachel stared into Lonneke’s wide eyes as she suddenly attacked with her other hand, grabbing her by the throat and choking the Dutch model. Lonneke felt lost, she couldn’t breath and the claw on her crotch was weakening her arms, her legs ... her entire body! She didn’t have the strength to break the hold on her throat as Rachel tightened her grip. Rachel grinned with satisfaction as she saw Lonneke was starting to fade... just a few moments and she’d be victorious.
Suddenly, a loud, violent THUD completely changed the outcome. Alsou, using what little strength she had, seeing her girlfriend in distress, reached out and smashed an empty wine bottle over Rachel’s head. Her holds on Lonneke were broken and the Dutch model could again breath and started to regain her strength. Gagging and massaging her crotch - which felt like it was in flames - Lonneke had just enough breath and strength to whisper, “Thank you sweetheart!”
Alsou was on her knees next to Rachel’s apparently limp body on the floor. Lonneke had enough time to catch her breath and shake her head ruefully, aware that the vicious Scorpion girl proved much tougher than she appeared for Rachel was already regaining consciousness as, with a malevolent blow, she punched the already weak Alsou in the face sending the small Russian flying back against the wall. Rachel head butted Alsou, busting open her eyebrow and causing new bleeding on her already battered face. Then she punched Alsou in her breasts!
But by now, Lonneke had recovered and was in full rage!
“Leave her you stupid lurid slut!” she screamed as she pulled Rachel off of Alsou by the hair with both hands.
Rachel couldn’t stand the pulling and was swung around like a sack. Then Lonneke smashed Rachel’s head into the wall again and again, reducing her face a bruised pulp. Still, Lonneke hadn’t done enough. She ripped off Rachel’s clothes and stomped her on her chest, stomach and especially on her already wounded womanhood!
Rachel was already out cold when Lonneke picked up her limp body and threw it, completely naked, out the same window she had climbed in earlier. Then, suddenly feeling weak as her adrenaline level dropped, Lonneke reached for Alsou. Her Russian girlfriend was once more out cold and had new bruises with her old ones. The Dutch girl knew she had to rest too. She tenderly laid her Russian girlfriend on the bed and collapsed next to her. Lonneke threw her arm over her lover, hugging her feebly before falling into a deep sleep as she awaited Jen’s return.