Chapter 1

The sun was setting, a giant red ember sinking into the horizon, casting the town of Crimson Gulch in a fiery glow. The Big Booty saloon, a ramshackle building with a crooked sign swinging in the breeze, was the only source of light and life in the desolate alley known as Snakebite. Its windows, though dirty and cracked, promised a temporary refuge from the harsh realities outside. The saloon’s door, a thick slab of weathered oak, swung open with a groan, spilling out a cloud of smoke and the sound of raucous laughter.

Inside, the Big Booty was a cacophony of drunken revelry and the clinking of glasses. The floorboards creaked under the weight of booted feet and the scraping of chair legs. The air had the smell of tobacco, sweat, and cheap perfume. The walls, lined with the mounted heads of various wild animals, bore witness to countless tales of theft, deceit, and violence. It was a place where outlaws came to let their hair down and the whiskey flowed as freely as their stories.

At the center of the room, a makeshift stage had been set up, surrounded by a sea of leering faces and waving dollar bills. Two women, their bodies on display for all to see, squared off, each one a picture of rage and desperation. The crowd, a collection of grinning men and a few hardened women, had gathered to watch the nude catfight, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that had nothing to do with the promise of gold coins.

The first contestant, a voluptuous brunette named Ruby, had a wild look in her eyes that suggested she’d do anything to win. Her opponent, a blonde with a feral snarl named Sue, was known for her sharp nails and even sharper tongue. Both were bruised and scratched from previous battles, their bodies a canvas of purple and red. The air grew thick with the scent of sweat and lust as the crowd’s anticipation reached a fever pitch.

The saloon’s owner, a portly man with a greasy mustache, called out the bets, his voice a nasal whine that pierced through the din. “Five on Ruby, ten on Sue, and we’ve got a newcomer with fifty on the blonde!” The patrons shouted their wagers, slapping down coins and crumpled bills on the bar, their excitement palpable. The fighters circled each other, muscles tense, eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.

With a sudden, almost animalistic growl, Ruby lunged at Sue, her hands outstretched, her breasts bouncing with the force of her charge. Sue sidestepped nimbly, her eyes never leaving Ruby’s, and countered with a swift kick to the stomach that sent her opponent reeling. The crowd roared with approval, and the bets grew more frantic. As the fight grew more brutal, the atmosphere in the Big Booty grew charged, the air thick with the electricity of a storm about to break. The women clawed and bit, their naked forms a blur of flesh and fury, their movements a dance of survival as much as it was an exhibition for the salivating onlookers.

The alley outside had gone quiet, the music from the fiddle fading into the background as the men and women of Snakebite became transfixed by the brutal display of power and submission playing out in the saloon. The stakes were high, not just for the fighters, but for those who had placed their meager earnings on the outcome. Every blow, every scream, brought them closer to either victory or defeat, and the tension was almost unbearable.

In the next few moments, the battle grew fiercer, with Ruby and Sue using every dirty trick they knew to gain the upper hand. The floorboards groaned and the dust kicked up as they rolled and tumbled across the stage, knocking over chairs and spilling drinks. The sound of flesh striking flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by grunts and the occasional high-pitched shriek.