Stripping Away the Layers (Part Two)

It was too much.  As Dixie turned away, giving her ass another playful shake, Evil Rose advanced with the urgency that comes only with hunger.  Dixie never saw her coming.

A gasp seized her lungs, her lips and eyes widening in shock as she felt each of Evil Rose's hands upon each of her large breasts, gripping them lightly, like the animalistic woman was using them for balance as she stepped into the soft cake, pulling herself close to Dixie, her own ample chest pressing lightly into Dixie's bare back. She tried to turn her gaze to Rose as she leaned in, beginning to slowly lick the frosting off of Dixie's neck.

"H-hey," Dixie barked with a tone of command. "Quit that!"

She brought up her hands, trying to grab the other woman's and pry off their grip.  This only made Rose squeeze her all the harder, maintaining her firm grip and forcing a light moan past Dixie's lips as her long tongue continued to lap up and down the blonde's neck, enjoying the taste of the flesh she was now finding beneath the frosting.

Dixie felt weakness wash over her as Rose's tongue moved up her neck.  Her eyes closed and she moaned softly at the sensation.  It felt good to her, so good…  but…  No!  She fought the weakness, would not admit to feeling it.  She couldn't let this… this beast have its way with her!

Again her fingers grasped at Evil Rose's hands, trying to pry them loose, but her resistance was less than emphatic as she breathed in soft gasps and moans.  Just as Dixie felt she would succumb, the devil finally relented.  Evil Rose's hands released their pressure, slowly withdrawing.  But as they moved away, the fingers curled around the string in the middle of Dixie's skimpy, tight top, and gave it a sharp jerk.

Snap.

A deep blush spread over Dixie's face and a gasp caught in her throat as she realized what had happened, the strained strings of her bikini top snapping easily with Evil Rose's jerk, her bosom pillowing forwards and outwards, the indented lines from the bikini strings already fading from the freed flesh.  Dixie started to panic and quickly rushed to cover her chest with her arms, but she caught a glimpse of herself magnified on the screens and knew it was too late.  Everyone had already gotten a good, long look at Dixie's perfect tits laid bare, and an explosion of cheers now drowned the music.  The sound flooded into Dixie's ears.  Her cheeks were hot with embarrassment, and she felt powerless to contain the frenzied bouncing of her heart.

Evil Rose stepped back out of the cake, grinning wickedly, enjoying Dixie's panic as much as the crowd.  And she didn't need a big screen to see the closeup.  She had the real thing.

Dixie finally just sighed and turned to face Evil Rose.  The blush was fading, but not completely, and had been joined by a frown that looked hurt, as if her trust had been betrayed.  Accepting that she was defeated, at least for the moment, Dixie let her arms drop slowly, her soft nipples quickly firming as the cool air of the arena hit them.  Dixie felt them harden, stiffen, allowing that to be her only defiance now as she let her arms dangle by her sides in a show of surrender.

The satisfied grin on Evil Rose's lips widened, and she took another step away from Dixie, slowly turning her back to her as she returned to her corner.  As she slinked toward the ropes, she spotted the police hat the Texan had flung her way.  She leaned down, making a show of reaching for the hat while looking back at Dixie, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.  Dixie just stared back, unsure, as Evil Rose began to wiggle her own wide bottom at her, the long tail attached to her swimsuit swinging hypnotically.  Dixie's gaze followed it, moving back and forth with the tail's beguiling movements, until Rose finally straightened up and stepped into her corner.

She flipped the hat onto her head and nodded at Dixie, a content purr passing her lips.  The look in her eyes was more hypnotic than the tail had been.  She silently commanded the blonde to continue her display.

Keep dancing.

Evil Rose spread her arms across the ropes, leaning confidently against the pads over the turnbuckles.  She would have her fill tonight, whether it be the taste of cake or human flesh.  The animal in her was starting to prefer the latter.

To be continued...