FreeCatFights

"Ugh I think this is the last one" I say; As I carefully hand over the last of my packing crates to Franky from Ajax removals. Franky nods with acknowledgment and carefully passes the crate to Harry for final loading onto the removal van. With the first part of our business concluded today; my eyes wander and I glance down for a final survey of Franky's rather sweet behind. While I could never see myself dating a man like Franky; I have to admit that as eye candy he was hard to beat. As I indulge in voyeuristic fantasy I'm joined by Heather and Suzy.

"Hmm he does have a sweet ass. I wonder if he's taken?" Says Suzy

"I will tell you later Suzy when I give him a call" replies a very satisfied looking Heather.

"Omg Heather; you slut!" Replies an annoyed Suzy.

"Oh Suzy...are we really going to do this on Kate's last day with us?" Says a cool and defiant Heather. But before Suzy can respond; I intervene and cool the temperature...a little.

"Heather not today; you promised to behave and so did you Suzy. Come on this is our last day living together. Let's end it the right way...please?"

Suzy and Heather nod in agreement and take turns to hug the stuffing out of me; which I enjoyed immensely.

*CLATTER*

The sound of Franky shutting the van's doors startles us three friends and with clipboard in hand; Frankly approaches me. While a disheveled looking Harry gets behind the wheel and starts revving the engine. I quickly review and sign the receipt of goods record in triplicate and check the delivery address.

"Yes, this all seems right Franky. Apartment 111B - Perfect. Now I get the keys at 10:00am; so can you have everything unloaded by say 10:30am?"

"Not a problem Kate; no problem at all. I will see you at 10:30am"

Franky treats us girls to a final smile and then runs over to the van. A collective sigh from us three spectators...followed by a giggle lightens the moment. As we watch Franky's sweet ass depart with the van that contained all my worldly goods. I turn to Heather and Suzy and I give them both a tearful a quick peck on the cheek and take my turn to hug the stuffing out of them. We chat and reminisce together and then 20 minutes later my taxi finally pulls up.

I take a second to have a final look at my old apartment and gaze fondly at Heather and Suzy.

"Bye girls and please behave without me and if you don't. You better message me later and tell me who won?" I say with a devilish smile plastered across my face. Neither Heather or Suzy reply to my comment but their eyes tell me everything. I climb into the taxi and lower the window as I wave to my friends:

I shout out to them: "I'll call you later once I'm settled - Byeeee"

With that my taxi pulls away and I glance over my shoulder at my old home. I shake my head and smile as Suzy and Heather begin to push each other. I smile as I think to myself:

"I'm going to miss those bitches."

The trip over to me new apartment was much longer than I had planned. Once again the city were digging new pot holes in the road; rather than filling the ones that already existed. Temporary traffic lights seemed to be everywhere and to make matters worse; it was starting to rain.

The journey seemed to last forever and to my horror It's closer to 11:00am when my Taxi finally pulls up and out front on the kerb I see far too many identical looking packing crates and with no van in sight; it was clear Franky had already departed. I quickly pay the Taxi driver and jump out into the rain. Some of the packing crates I definitely recognise as mine. Others might be mine? And some were definitely nothing to do with me.

"Fucking Franky!" I exclaim in anger; as the rain keeps on falling. But then I notice a paper delivery note from Ajax; I grab the note and proceed to hastily read it:

"Kate; sorry about the clusterfuck. But the building's manager would only allow me to place your electrical's and high value items in reception. It seems another tenant is moving in today and she needed the space for her electrical's etc. I tried to reason with him; but he would not allow me to take your stuff directly to your room. Really sorry things turned out like this Kate. Best of luck - Franky"

Flustered but relieved that my valuables were inside, I scan the combined pile of packing crates. I think to myself:

"Fair is fair; at least my valuables are safe and whoever else is moving in today. That poor bitch is in the same boat."

Then suddenly I recognise four rain soaked packing crates and my heart sinks and my soul turns a poisonous shade of black:

"My wardrobe...FUCK!!! Franky...my dresses! How could you!" I squeal in horror.

Now in a state of full panic I run inside and sign for my apartment keys. As I do so the building manager makes it clear that no more packing crates are to be left in reception. I hastily nod along as the pedantic building manager decides now's the appropriate time to lecture me about all the buildings regulations. Now frustrated beyond any level I've ever experienced; I bite my tongue; before grabbing the keys out of his hand and sprinting outside to the kerb. As I run out my shoulder's brush lightly against some blonde woman running into the manager's office. Neither of us pay any attention to each other; as clearly we both had more important things to deal with.

Outside I reach down to grab a packing crated filled with my precious dresses. However placed on top of my packing crate; was a similar packing crate with handwriting I did not recognise. I scan the nearby area but between muddy grass and water logged gutters; I saw no appropriate space. In the end I place the box labelled Versace onto the muddy grass and retrieve my own precious packing crate. With crate in hand I run to the elevator and once again my shoulder's brush against those of my fellow tenant who was hastily heading to the kerb.

Inside I frantically hit the call elevator button.

"Come on; come on will you!" I mutter to myself. Eventually the elevator comes and I leap onboard and press the button for the eleventh floor. But as the doors close I'm sure I hear a female voice behind me?

The elevator seemed to take forever to reach the eleventh floor but finally it arrives. As the doors open I run down the hall to my apartment 111B. I place my packing crate outside my apartment and I try the lock...but to my dismay the key would not turn. I try again and again! Still the door would not open. It is at this moment I examine the keys and see 111A.

FUCK!!! I exclaim; as I run to the elevator. Seeing the elevator was on its way down; I reluctantly run down 11 flights of stairs to the building manager's office. He takes the keys and looks rather embarrassed; as he explains:

"Sorry Kate; I gave you the wrong keys. I suppose Erin has yours. I suggest you wait here for Erin to realise the mix up. Anyway how about a nice cup of tea while we wait?"

A nice cup of tea while we wait...those words cut me deeply; while my precious dry cleaning only gets ever more wet. I lean against the wall in the building manager's office; as I hold my head in despair and impatiently await your arrival.

YT

The day arrives, it's a day i've been looking forward to for....well ages really. You see, my life hasn't always been easy. You look at me, a reasonably pretty 26 year old sometimes blonde sometimes brunette and you think, this girl can prolly get whatever she wants whenever she wants. But you'd be wrong. Purely by chance, blasting through my Apple airpods into the deeper recesses of my mind is the Bonnie Tyler song *Total Eclipse of the Heart*

I used to live with my girlfriend, yes i did say girlfriend, guys are not for me. I tried one once but i didn't like the aftertaste. Anywhoo, I lived with my girlfriend name of Carys. Year younger than me, 5'8" and a curvy 36-24-36. Red head...and a total bitch. Now, course i didn't know what a big bitch she was when we hooked up, she was sweet as apple pie but a few months in she turned bitter as a lemon meringue pie minus the meringue. Bitch cleaned out my bank account, turned out she hadn't been paying the rent on our apartment either even though she eagerly took my half of the money.

I got back from work one day to find the apartment stripped, cleaned out of every stick of furniture. I just stood in the middle of the room with tears rolling down my cheeks, i had hit rock bottom and kept on going. When you get to the bottom though there is only one way to go and that's back up.

So after agreeing a payment schedule with the landlord and passing Carys details to the local fuzz i went and hired a caravan, a rather old delapidated caravan. In a way i was lucky, not so long ago i passed my BSc and got a job working for the NHS. Not overly well paid but it was a job where i actually felt useful. So i had a roof, a bed, enough cash to keep myself fed and clothed and as time passed i managed to save up a tidy sum. Main aim, get a decent apartment.

And that dear readers is exactly what i got, apartment 111A in Bayside Towers. I hired a removals company to pack up all my stuff. Yes i had managed to replenish my furniture, clothes and my odds and ends so by the time all my goods were boxed i had quite the pile of boxes. It's ofter said you don't realise what you have till you come to move and i reckon that's true.

So you see dear reader, this was the start of my new life. I hopped into the removals van, no i hadn't yet managed to buy a car, a decent place to live being far more important. We arrived just after 10.15am. The weather was overcast, the sky a threatening grey, the wind was picking up, most definately not the sort of day you want to be hanging around outside. We started unloading the van only to be confronted by the most miserable sour faced, two bit no good concierge you could have the displeasure of meeting. "Oh you can't bring all those boxes into the foyer little miss" and i swear he even smirked as he said it. "You'll have to leave them outside till you can take them to your apartment" I considered a swift kick to his man vegetables but decided this prolly wasn't a good idea, however he did relent and let me bring the electricals inside.

At this point my removal van scarpered and another one turned up. I heard the poor excuse for a human being tell the driver he had 10 minutes to empty the van and clear off and at this point it began to rain. So rather like mine he allowed the electricals to be dumped in the foyer. This is when this...this...this bitch i now know as Katie turned up in her pretty car and gawd did this bitch have an attitude, i could see we were going to get on well...NOT!!

She spent a few futile minutes argueing with the doorperson (Staying woke here, but it won't happen again) then she started running in and out and i swear she bumped shoulders with me every chance she got. Give her the benefit and all that, but she seemed to take some pleasure out of it. Anyway, i grabbed the lift and hauled some of my boxes up to room 111A only to find that the key i was given was clearly the wrong one. Blowing out my cheeks i opened the box i brought up to get a towel to dry myself only to find it wasn't my box at all, it must be hers. I was sorely tempted to toss the whole thing over the bannister, but being a nice person i carried it back down in the lift and dropped it by her feet. Now it seems she had already been to her apartment as she was in a fine state, she had my key, i had hers. She was leaning against the wall in the managers office drinking a tea with her pinkie pointing up like some right snobby tart. I could see we were heading for a confrontation, but not right now. I tossed the keys at the doorman, got my keys in return.."Idiot" i mumbled as i grabbed a box, MY box and back up in the lift i went. Now by nature i'm a peaceful soul but this Katie had got well and truely under my skin, so i wedged the lift door open so she couldn't get it back down and with a lil giggle i let myself into apartment 111A

It felt like I waited an eternity in the building manager's office; while I have to admit he knew how to make a good cup of tea. All I could hear was the rain getting heavier and heavier outside.

"Fuck where is this bitch!" I murmur to myself; as I begin to clench my right hand and dig my nails into my palm. Then suddenly there was a flash of light outside and seconds later a clap of thunder reverberated through the air. This was the exact moment you arrived in the office; you drop a box of my possessions by my feet. While the contents within was hardly anything I would care about; the way you handled my property is an issue we will discuss!. Yet despite my annoyance; I have to concede that there was a presence about you. I had no doubt that when you enter a room; that presence ensures you take command and that people would gravitate towards you.

This is a trait I actually admire and it's one I also possess. Under different circumstances I would be thinking about inviting you over for drinks and a cosy evening filled with flirtatious and seductive fun. But alas this outcome is now extremely unlikely; you could say it's deader than the dodo. The sad reality is that in our first meeting we've both already said far too much to ever be friends. And I know what you're thinking - Kate, you and Erin barely said a word to each other. How can such enmity already exist? But we did speak; in fact we spoke a lot. In terms of time our conversation took seconds but the amount of discussion and commentary exchanged between us was immense. The discussion took place right after our swift and efficiently conducted exchange of keys. If you blinked you would of missed it; you would of missed the moment our eyes locked.

You see in life there are two types of girl talk; one is very well known and recognised. It's the fiery and poisonous verbal exchanges that feminine feuds are known for. But then there is another more subtle type of girl talk - one that uses the language of the body. Body language is not a new concept and people devote their lifetimes to the study of it. However I believe and I've yet to be proven wrong but one bitch; can always understand another. So when our eyes briefly locked myself and Erin most definitely had a little girl talk. Our conversation was clear; neither of us would be intimidated and if I was to summarise our chat..it would be:

"Fuck with me at your peril...Bitch!"

Then as quickly as you arrived; you left and once again a flash of lightning and clap of thunder reverberated through the air. It really did feel as if I encountered today something unholy; a real fucking bitch!

Now normally at this point I would quickly leave and attend to my possessions; however I could not resist speaking my mind and finishing this quite excellent cup of tea. With only the building manager in earshot I said:

"What a fucking Bitch!" The building manager's palms and brow begin to sweat; as he stutters:

"Kate; I don't want you causing trouble for Erin now."

I acknowledge my warning with a wry smile; I finish my tea and proceed to leave his office and head to the kerb. Quickly I grab a box of my possessions and head to the elevator. But no matter how many times I press the call button; it remained on the 11th floor. With only one course of action available to me; I run back up the stairs and go to my apartment. This time my keys work and I'm able to store away the box I brought with me and the one I left by my door. I quickly scan the room and think to myself:

"Kate you made it!"

But with that brief moment of personal satisfaction over; I head towards the elevator and find why it would not come. Instinctively I knew you did this; I knew it was you who jammed open the door. But revenge is a dish best served cold and now is not the time.

Two hours later I had retrieved everything of mine from the kerb and the boxes left in reception. I even took the box you Erin kindly delivered to the managers office. Thankfully my apartment came almost fully furnished; so there was no heavy furniture to carry and while some of the decor was dated. I was confident that I would have this place looking perfect within two weeks. It was at this moment nature gave me the most beautiful surprise; the rain clouds parted and a rainbow lit up the now blue sky. I casually begin to stroll around my apartment; as I attempt to justify ditching the unpacking but alas I could not. I did think about having a little fun at Erin's expense; but ultimately I decided that can wait.

I did however make time to check in with Heather and Suzy and as I expected both of my dear friends had very different opinions about how their day turned out. While I was interested in their day; the events of mine left them both stunned:

"Kate...what the fuck! You go and give that whore Erin a good slap right now?" Demanded Heather. While Suzy exclaimed:

"What's gotten into you Kate? Where's the bitch who in secondary school tricked her best friend into dying her hair green the day before prom? Just because you wanted to ensure you were voted prom queen?"

I instantly giggle as the memory of Jessica and her green hair washes over me; I smile with satisfaction. But soon my smile begins to exhibit a sinister tint; as I reassure my friends:

"Oh don't you worry...Erin's time will come. But it will be on my terms! That bitch really don't know who she fucked with! Anyway goodnight Heather, Goodnight Suzy. Love you both"

And with that I work late into the night and finally at around 2:00am; with everything unpacked I go to sleep. Well everything except one box which clearly belonged to Erin; it was marked "Precious memories".

Yt

Alone in apartment 111A. All my boxes stacked in the hallway. First things first, find the kettle, the teabags and milk and have a lovely mug of the warming brew while i run todays events over in my mind. The concierge i will deal with at some point, his stupidity caused some of my boxes to be soaked through and there was clearly plenty of room in the foyer to accommodate both my boxes and the boxes of that stuck up bitch Katie. Which brings me to a more pressing lil problem, how to deal with said Katie.

After warming myself with the tea and turning up the central heating i start to unpack my boxes. This, as you might imagine takes quite some time and then it hits me, figuratively speaking that there is a box missing, a box i had marked as "precious memories" A frown creased my forehead, must have forgotten to bring it up with the rest of my boxes. So i leave my apartment and see that the blockage to the lift doors has been removed. I smirk, i do hope it was that Katie that found the blockage and that she realised it was my doing. I'll teach that cow not to bump shoulders with me. And that moment, oh yes there was a moment where our eyes met in the managers office. Our dislike for each other couldn't have been clearer if it had been writ large in capital letters on the wall of his office.

However, i digress, down in the lift i go searching for my missing box. The manager by now had locked up and gone home, saved him getting a verbal kick in the plums from yours truely. I looked around, nothing, peered in his office through the window, again nothing. Hmmm, thinks i, i bet i know where it is, in that bitch Katies apartment. I look at the clock on the wall, 12.30am.

Showing an unusual amount of restraint i go back up to the 11th floor and stand outside her door. I listen for any movement but hear nothing. Nah, i'm not gonna create a scene, afterall it could be a genuine mistake if she has got my box, they were afterall very similar and some identical. Who am i kidding, of course she has my missing box and of course she knows it's mine.

But still i decide it can wait till the morrow. I'm tired after a very busy day and not in the mood for a confrontation right here and now, so i return to my apartment and turn in for the night.

Morning comes, i'm an early riser. I settle down for a slice of marmite on toast and a glass of orange juice while i read about the buildings facilities. Of course i knew what was available to residents prior to renting out my apartment, but it never hurts to refresh my memory. I see the gym in the basement opens at 7.00am and the pool is available 24 hours a day cept for a Wednesday when it opens later to allow for cleaning.

Well today ain't Wednesday, it's Tuesday and i have the whole week off and i fancy a swim. Glancing at my phone i see it's 6am. My thoughts turn once again to Katie. She will keep, for now.

I make my way up to the top floor and the pool. The room is warm and i quickly strip down to just my red swimming shorts, i say shorts, truth be told they are not much more than a thong. I have never been afraid to show off my curves. It's then i see a sign on the wall. "NO TOPLESS BATHING" Well i should have known, more rules, i like the freedom i feel when my breasts are bare.
But not to make too many waves on my first full day in Bayview Towers my tiny red bra, which covers not much more than my nipples goes on and i pad out to the pool.

Did i mention there is also a sauna for residents? no? my bad, well there is and i have plans for that sauna later as you will find out. I spend half an hour relaxing by doing lengths of the pool. It's only a small pool, 20m at a guess so i deon't get out of breath. I'm a naturally fit girl, 5'6" or thereabouts, close to 120lbs and 34C 24 35. It's while i'm doing these lengths of the pool my mind turns back to the bitch Katie. She too is quite athletic looking and she is clearly not the sort of person who backs down from a confrontation.
If the circs were different i could be attracted to her, but the circs are not different and there is certain to be a confrontation between the two of us in the not to distant future, especially if she has my precious box secreted away in her rooms. I start to plan my first move and it's a plan she isn't going to enjoy

"Ugh go away...I'm too tired"

*Yawn*

Slowly my eyes open and I lean over and look at my alarm clock.

"6:00am...what am I doing up at this ungodly hour" I complain to myself. But the damage was done and I was awake. While I'm not unaccustomed to an early start; I was definitely more of the proverbial night owl and that suited me just fine. So without further protest I drag myself out of bed and proceed to make breakfast. I make myself a fresh blueberry smoothie and then proceed to have my customarily breakfast of Apple and Cinnamon oats:

20g Rolled oats
3 tbsp plain natural or Greek yogurt
1 Apple, finely sliced
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1 tbsp nut butter (I use Almond or peanut butter)

1. Add the oats and yoghurt to a bowl and mix together.
2. Slice the Apple and cover in with cinnamon.
3. Place the Apple and nut butter on top of the oat mixture and enjoy :)

(Yes this is a real recipe and it's delicious - highly recommend it)

With breakfast made and enjoyed; my mind wanders as I debate what to do next?

"Run or Swim, Run or Swim" I mutter to myself. In the end the thought of a cool morning swim wins out and I decide to slip into my favourite red bikini and in which I look amazing. Well considering my profession was that of personal trainer; taking care of my body was one of the few aspects of life that I took extremely seriously.

I make my way over to my apartments door but before I leave; I run to my wardrobe and grab my white bathrobe and towel. The last thing I wanted was all the men in the building gawking at me; the women however is another story however ;)

At 5ft 6" inches I was not the tallest of ladies but I was most certainly one of the fittest. My breasts were a modest 34B; yet for what they lacked in size. They more than made up for in firmness; firmness which had seen them triumph from time to time when the occasional titfight was warranted. As for my age; I recently turned 29. However my friends all said I looked younger and if I have my way; this is a life trend that will continue. My weight was a steady 120-121 lbs but what would you expect from a personal trainer; a very personal trainer I should add. However aside from my beautiful smile and luscious hair; it was my perfectly sculpted legs that got all the attention and I loved the attention.

Anyway as I step into the corridor I think about Erin's box of precious memories. I consider my next move and in the end I knock on her door and attempt to return them. However with no answer I assume that the pig is still asleep. So with a clear conscience I leave Erin's box in my apartment and proceed to lock my door and make my way to the pool area.

Three minutes later I was stepping outside onto the apartment buildings roof; the fresh air and sunshine felt fantastic. To my my surprise I could hear someone doing laps in the pool.

"Mmm maybe not everyone in this apartment is a lazy pig like Erin?" I wonder to myself.

Anyhow ignoring my early morning companion I walk over to some chairs arranged near the pool and slip out of my robe and place it on the chair; along with my towel. With the early morning sun shining on my body; I proceed to begin my stretching exercises. It is at this moment I see who is in the pool. We exchange glances; bitchy and cold glances! We definitely left an impression on each other yesterday. The silence and tension between us was almost suffocating; one of us had to say something. In the end it was me:

"Good morning Erin; nice day for a swim isn't it?" I say politely...before adding.

"It's good to see you like swimming; that will definitely help you improve those calves of yours"

Yt

I have just about completed my swim when a movement catches the corner of my eye. Is it a bird?, no, a vulture, well yes but not the feathered variety, tis in fact my newly minted neighbour, the bitch Katie. Now it's rare i take against someone on first meeting them but for Katie i can easily make an exception. Still, it's a new day, i'm relaxed and not looking to get into a disagreement with her right now.

HOWEVER

"Just the person i wanted to see" i purrr as i stand up in the shallow end, the water cascading from my hair and body. My ex used to love the rivulets of water that flowed down into my cleavage after a swim. Before i get chance to express my thoughts the bitch comes out with a somewhat snarky remark regarding my calves. Now i'll be the first to admit i'm far from being a muscular girl but everything about me is in proportion. I have no desire to have the calves of a power lifter. My left eyebrow lifts as i gaze over at you, it promised to be such a lovely morning...*sighs* oh well

"Thank you for your concern but my calves have zip to do with you, i did want to see you though. Do you by any chance have a box of mine in your room?"

By now i have travelled over to the steps and i'm easing my way out of the water. Now if she replied i must be going deaf because i didn't hear one.

I make my way over to where the bitch is stretching, a tiny smirk plays around with the corners of my mouth as you bend touching your toes. I of course am getting the rear view which is not totally repulsive but it takes all my self control not to drop kick her straight into the pool.

I reach out, tap her on the shoulder.." Don't you ignore me you snooty cow, i asked you if you have a box of mine in your room?"

The cool breeze and warm early morning sunshine combine to reinvigorate my body; as I continue my morning stretch routine:

"Mmmm; Arhhh yes..that feels good! My left calf is definitely a little tight this morning"

However as I hear splashing coming from the pool; my ears perk up. I carefully listen out for every sound; as a bitch like Erin is definitely the sort who would jump someone from behind. Soon I hear what at first sounded like a dog in distress; but in fact it was you:

"Just the person i wanted to see"

I ignore your bitchy tone...I simply roll my eyes and shake my head dismissively.

But then I hear that bitchy tone again:

"Thank you for your concern but my calves have zip to do with you, i did want to see you though. Do you by any chance have a box of mine in your room?"

I feel my self control being tested by your snark and soon I hear you get out of the pool and walk towards me. I stop my stretches but still with my back against you; I listen intently for what seemed like an eternity; when in reality only a few seconds had passed. You tap my shoulder and once again in that bitchy tone which I already despise you coo:

"Don't you ignore me you snooty cow, I asked you if you have a box of mine in your room?"

With that last utterance my patience was exhausted; I stand up straight and pivot on my left leg as I turn to face you - woman to woman. In fact you were so close that as our eyes locked our breasts bounced against each other's.

Suddenly I take one step forward and invade your personal space aggressively; my sudden movement catches you a little off guard and you stumble backwards a step.

I casually and dismissively I flick my hair with my right hand and shake my head before once again locking eyes with you and saying:

"Yes I have your box Erin; in fact I tried to return it this morning but clearly you were out. I tell you what...why don't I go back to my room and return it to the kerb. As frankly I'm not really in the mood for a swim now".

I make a pointed effort to look over your right shoulder and cast a gaze at the pool; before once again locking my eyes with yours and purring:

"As honestly the pool looks like a disgusting piece of shit has been floating in it all morning!"

Yt

I can see you are not partial to be called a snooty cow, but that is exactly what you are, anyone can see, if they take the time to watch our interactions that you look down on me, you think i'm inferior in some way. Well maybe in some ways i am. I didn't have it easy the last few years, the break up, if you could call it that, with my girlfriend, the loss of all my belongings. I've had to struggle and scrap my way back to some sort of place where i can have respect for myself and let me tell you, it hasn't been easy. The best bit of luck i've had recently is the local fuzz managed to track down Carys and managed to retrieve many of my possessions. Most if not all of these are in the box i now know is in your room. Pictures of my grandma and gramp, long since departed this life, letters from them and my mum and dad. My high school wrestling trophy, i could go on.

Finally i get through that icy exterior of yours and you spin around, eyes ablaze, there is no doubt at all in my mind you'd like to punch me out, right here, right now. You start to speak, your words like over sweet icing dripping from a sickly cake. We are almost nose to nose, forehead to forehead, what we definately are is breast to breast. I can feel my nipples beginning to stiffen and not because i fancy you, oh no, it's because i often get turned on by fighting and it's clear, if not right now but certainly in the very near future, you and me are gonna have one epic, magnificent fight.

You press against me, i take a small step back and spread my feet to get a good firm balance, you casually flick your hair back over your shoulder, you are soooo dying to fight me, you can almost taste it and, truth be told, so can i

"Yes i have your box Erin" the rest is just a jumble of words as you threaten to dump it back outside on the kerb. You then look over my shoulder at the pool, you think i'm not alive to the thoughts swirling around in that oh so superior head? More insults spew from your mouth, comparing me to a disgusting piece of shit.

I take a couple of steps back, a sneer painted on my face, then i turn away from you fighting my desire to beat you up right here, right now. Thing is though i've never been that good at fighting my desires. I suddenly spin around back to face you and as i do my right hand comes snaking out and slams into your left cheek.

yt

This was the spark!

"As honestly the pool looks like a disgusting piece of shit has been floating in it all morning!"

And you absorb every syllable of my words. I can see the visceral anger and hatred in your eyes; it mirrored perfectly by my own. The seconds after this comment were intense beyond words as we glared at each other. Will Erin attack or will I attack her? This is the thought that consumed me. These are the moments I live for; as to put frankly catfighting is my raison d'être. I live for the moment I hear my victim scream in horror and agony as I claw her face or rip out a handful of hair. If I was to describe that moment in one word it would be: Delicious!

As if you were to look deeper; see past my beautiful exterior...you will find what burns inside me is the heart of a sociopath. I have a raging lust for catfights; I love inflicting and seeing the damage accumulate. Even when it's my dress being ripped or my hair being pulled on until it breaks...it thrills me like no other experience. I've tried sex; oh lord how have I tried to use sex to satisfy my desires. But alas It just doesn't have the damage and risk that I crave. Oh I like affairs; I love them in fact. My most satisfying catfights have been against a scorned wife or girlfriend. But even these encounters have in recent years failed to feed and satisfy my desires.

So when I stand here looking into that fucking cxnt Erin's eyes; I see a little bit of myself in her. And I wonder...I wonder if Erin shares my lust for catfighting? Does Erin get excited by the possibility of a catfight which results in mutual destruction? Or does she just want to crush her opponent mentally and physically? I don't know the answer to these questions; but one day perhaps I will.

However in the here and now we just continue to glare at each other. I watch intently as a bead of water slowly slides down Erin's forehead; it's truly amazing the details you can find yourself fixated on in these moments. But then you take a couple of steps backwards and it feels as if I'm being washed over by a tidal wave of disappointment. Is this bitch really going to back down?

But then I begin to hear the sound of male laughter and it's getting louder. It seems like us girls will not be alone for too much longer. It is at this moment you suddenly turn and lash out with your right hand. Your fist slams into my left cheek and I tumble to the right and crash into the chair where I placed my bathrobe and towel.

"Fucking Bitch!" I snarl at you...but soon that anger is replaced by a playful giggle. I smile and lick my lips. My left cheek is reddened and stings...but then:

"Mmm oh yes!" I moan quietly; yet excitedly. Before I scream out:

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!".

Breathing heavily and smiling I get up and as soon as our eyes meet. I lunge towards you and tackle you; as I attempt to launch us both into the swimming pool. Meanwhile alerted by my scream; the approaching group of men quicken their pace.

Yt

I don't think even you could deny you deserved that slap, well maybe YOU could but any interested bystander would agree with me. The slap stings my hand and as you slump over the chairs and tables i shake my hand ruefully. You have a real hard head, but i kinda knew that.

You shout some profanity at me, calling me a "FUCKING BITCH"  tsk tsk, there goes the image right there, not so snooty now are you.
Your look of pain slowly turns into something close to a grin which makes me frown, why is the cow smiling. Then it occurs to me, you actually like pain. You desire it, covert it even need it. Well that's good cos i'm more than ready to serve it up to you with a side order of crushed hooters.

You get back on your feet trying to appear all tough and unconcerned that a slap would deck you, but i know...and yes, you know there is now that niggling little doubt floating around the empty chasms of your head.
Now many women wouldn't come right back looking for more, but you do. Eyes ablaze you surge towards me, a bit taken by surprise at this i attempt a quick sidestep so i can hammer my fist into your gut. I'm not quick enough however and a gasp of dismay tears out of my mouth as your arms wrap around the tops of my thighs and you drive us both into the pool.

I think i hear approaching voices but it's only a fleeting impression before we both vanish under the water. You have me held tightly, your arms stopping my legs from kicking out at you. I throw a punch towards your face but the water negates whatever impact this may have had. I thrash about with my arms and try to force my legs from your grasp. Getting a lil panicy, surely the cow doesn't mean to drown us, or me.

*SPLASH*

The speed of my attack catches you off guard and we both break the surface water together. The situation we find ourselves in is both frantic and dangerous; but this girl does love her danger. However even I have my limits...unfortunately! We both thrash about under the water for a couple of seconds before I find myself releasing you.

Unhindered from each other we both instinctively make a break for the relative safety of the shallows. We break the surface at almost the same time and we both take a few seconds as we gasp for air. However neither of us can rest to long and soon we're racing against each other as we complete our swim to shallows. It does not take us long to reach the shallows and soon we find ourselves standing in the water; facing each other. With the water now at a level that was an inch below our bikini tops; we were finally in the position I hoped for when I forced us to take the plunge.

Our chests heaved as we both breathed heavily as our eyes began to sting due to the over chlorinated water. I instinctively wiped my hair back out of my eyes as I stared you down.

"Erin you bitch; I fucking hate you" I scream into your eyes; however you remain unfazed by my words and I'm awestruck by the intensity I see in your eyes. The intensity in your eyes was raw and fiery; if I could articulate what I saw it would be:

"Try me bitch!"

"Try me bitch!" I think to myself...not a bad fucking idea. And with that our pause is over.

I reach out with my hands and grab hold of your oily slick hair and begin to pull. I pull your hair straight down your back and bend your neck backwards. During this motion I find myself stepping into you and our red bikini tops press together. Through gritted teeth I continue to pull; as I snarl at you:

"Gonna rip your hair out bitch!"

Yt

I'm not sure if i managed to make you release my legs or you did so by your own volition, but right now i don't really care. My head bobs up above the surface of the water and i cough and gasp for breath. It wouldn't have been so bad if i was expecting a dipping but i was totally caught by surprise and not only didn't manage to take a breath but i didn't manage to shut my mouth....something that will not surprise some of my friends in the slightest.

As my vision clears i see you, also just back on the surface and also looking a bit flustered. We then seem to have the same thought at exactly the same time and we both make a lunge to get to the shallow end of the pool.

Looking up as i get my feet firmly down on the pool bottom i see there are a few guys round the pool now, no doubt enjoying the view. "Like what ya see do ya fellas?" i hiss and i stick up two fingers at them to make sure they get my contempt. Then my focus turns back to you and just in time too. You almost throw yourself at me, bodily. You snatch at my hair wrapping some strands around your slim athletes fingers, then you start to haul back, forcing my head back, my gaze now up towards the blue sky. I let out a low scream.."Let go of me you horrible bitch"

Somehow i think me ordering you to let go won't have the desired effect, which is a shame...for you. Although i can't exactly see what i'm after i can feel it. I stretch out my right arm, my fingers they find your throat. They close around your windpipe and start to squeeze, my nails, although not long and sharp like a cats are nevertheless quite able to dig into your flesh and that they do as i look to force you to release my hair to deal with this hold, either that or you are going back under that water.

As we stand in what is not quite a life or death struggle i hear wolf whistles coming from the assembled guys. I can't see them but i'm pretty sure there are a few bulges in a few shorts up there, it'd take more than a V sign to put them off

I feel my nipples getting harder as my girls continue to press into and rub aggressively against your own. Not because I find you attractive; my arousal comes solely from the thrill of our catfight. But as I pull on your oily hair; I feel as if we're being watched. I quickly glance over my shoulder and I see the men I heard earlier; clearly the sight of myself and Erin having a catfight was an early morning pick me up they were not expecting. Yet judging by their smiles and bulges it was a welcome start to the day and who am I to deny them this pleasure? As long as they don't interfere; I really don't give a fuck what they do. But as I continue to pull on your hair; you snarl at me:

"Let go of me you horrible bitch"

I snarl back:

"Fuck you Erin; you dirty slag!"

Are struggle continues for a few more seconds and during this moment you shout out to our audience:

"Like what ya see do ya fellas"

The men roar with approval.

But then I shout out to them:

"This bitch Erin is a slut boys. She will gladly suck cock for a Burger King kids meal! She's a cheap and nasty hoe!"

Once again the men roar with approval; they're clearly loving the show and are now totally invested in the outcome of mine and Erin's friendly discussion.

However in the pool I continue to pull on your hair but as you had chosen not to take a grip of my hair. I was extremely open to attack and amongst the splashing and trashing you snake a arm between mine and grab hold of my throat. While not overly long your nails are hard and sharp and you joyously dig in your nails and squeeze my throat. The pain was instant; as was a sense of real fear which again excited me. I begin to choke as you start to close off my airway and the situation was made worse; as water splashed into my mouth.

Yet between frantic coughing fits I snarl:

*Cough-Cough*

"Let go of me you fucking bitch!"

*Cough-Cough*

Yet even as those words came out of my mouth; I knew you would not. Reluctantly I release your hair and I plant the palm of my right hand over your left eye and dig my nails into your forehead; as I desperately try to push you away from me. While with my left hand I dig my nails into your right shoulder and rake my nails down your arm.

The wolf whistles grow louder and more frequent.

Yt

Thank you Erin and Kate for what is starting out to be an epic battle! I'm looking forward to see where this leads.

My grip on your throat grows tighter, my nails dig into your flesh and even though you are ripping my hair from my scalp i'm really enjoying hurting you.

You cough and choke but still manage to swear at me, this seems to get another positive reaction from the guys by the pool. Finally though you are forced to let go of my hair and a smile curls the edges of my mouth, seems i like pain too, who'd a thunk it?

As you release my hair you are quick to follow up by covering my left eye with your hand, you try to dig your sharp nails into my forehead and rake your other hand down my shoulder.
"You dirty skank" i scream...which again gets a loud round of cheering from the guys.

In no way will i allow you to get away with this so i ball my right fist and drive it hard at your exposed tummy. Now i'm no Claressa Shields but i do pack a decent punch.

Anticipating this might bend you over somewhat i'm waiting with my right knee and thigh poised to hammer them up into your breasts should the opportunity arise.

I'm pushing your head back with all my strength; as my nails drill into your forehead; while my left hand digs into your right shoulder as I rake  my nails slowly and deeply down your arm.

You scream at me:

"You dirty skank"

I retort:

"Fuck you; Whore!"

We both stubbornly continue our attacks...then suddenly; you ball up your right fist and drive it into my firm stomach. I feel the air being forced out of my lungs; as I scream:

"Ow you fucking bitch!"

My hands come away from your head and arm; as I feel myself bending over slightly and I know I need to act fast: I use my forearms to shield myself from your incoming knee. You thrust your knee in the direction of my breasts and face repeatedly and at this point it is obvious I'm in distress. My forearms take a battering as you rain down blow after blow!  Between your attacks and my limited mobility in the water; I struggle to find a response. Suddenly we here:

"Right; Ben you go grab the brunette. I'll go grab the cute blonde"

We hear two splashes as the men dive into the pool.

Yt

I didn't want to resort to punching you...awww hell...who am i kidding, i freakin loved it. But you are a smart cookie as i already knew. The punch lands but as you bend forwards you cover up so that the best my knee and thigh can do is pound your forearms and i suggest that, that doesn't do much if any damage.

We are both now slinging profanities at each other, quite apart from the pool water, tears streak both our faces. Right now, given half a chance, we could beat each other into a bloody pulp.
It's then there are a couple of splashes in the pool, i glance round in surprise and i see two guys powering through the water towards us.

Oh no you don't, i think as i take another swipe at your face but just as my hand is midway there i'm suddenly snatched up with a pair of powerful arms around my waist.

"Get the fu@k off me" i scream, my arms and legs thrashing around as i try and get back at you.

"Calm down lil missy" says this hulk who is restraining me quite easily. In the meantime another hulk has you in his arms and i can see that you, like me, are kicking and fighting to get back at me.

"Ok ok, i say, my voice calming and my attempts to fight subsiding.."I'm chill"

The guy falls for this deception and slowly releases me, i did think the way his hands traced the curves of my body as he did it a but creepy though.

As soon as i can feel i am free i lunge back at you, my nails flashing as i try and carve them into your flesh.."i'm gonna destroy you bitch" i snarl

I lose track of time as I deflect and absorb your attacks; but soon I feel a pair of warm and strong arms wrap around me. I struggle to free myself from his unwelcome embrace. My legs trash wildly and I desperately try to release my arms from the grasp of my unwelcome white knight.

"Let me go you fucking Bastard!" I scream in frustration.

Ben; my white knight holds me tighter and it soon becomes obvious that I'm not going to escape his clutches. With my offence neutered; I resort to spitting out insults:

"Erin you whore; you cheap fucking slut!" I scream. Meanwhile of course you match me insult for insult. But then all of a sudden you escape the clutches of our capturer and launch two sets of flailing nails in my direction. As you close the gap between us you scream at me:

"I'm gonna destroy you bitch" and follow up your words with action! I struggle in Ben's arms and in your rage your left hands misses; but your right rakes the side of my left cheek. My cheek burns as some fresh tram lines appear on my face.

"Arhh Erin you bitch...you fucking bitch!" I scream; as I struggle with renewed vigour within the arms of Ben and my legs wildly kick out at you but to further my annoyance. Your big oaf of a knight white takes hold of you again and pulls you away from me; leaving me with nothing but water to kick.

FUCK! I scream with renewed rage but it was for nothing.

10 Minutes Later we were finally out of the pool and facing each other; Ben still had a grip on me and your big oaf of a hulk had his arms around you.

"Well ladies have you two finally had enough?" Says an exasperated Ben. We both glare at each other and nod in compliance. I feel Ben's grip of me loosen and from the look in your eyes; the big oaf of a hulk who had you was also loosening his hold.

With are jailer's foolishly thinking it was over the inevitable happens and we both break free and sprint towards each other. Our hands reach out determined to fuck each other up and to also ensure that the guys will need a crowbar to pry us apart this time.

Yt

Puzzles me, through my red mist of fighting haze, just how you knew his name is Ben. I'm wondering if you've had *business* with some of the guys in Bayview Towers before?

So, with us both held tightly in the two guys arms it looks like the fight is over, specially when we nod in acquiescence to the question...Have you ladies had enough?

Well of course we haven't, i dunno about the bitch in Bens arms but i was getting real pleasure from fighting her. All the frustrations i have over Carys are pouring out and that bitch is on the end of them. See, this isn't about a box, its not about bumped shoulders or snooty glares. I mean that was the spark that ignited the fire that now blazes deep inside me. I've had fights before, of course i have, it's in my nature. Not random fights though and often as a result of someone challenging me. This however, this is different. I need this fight and win or lose i will have no regrets.

The guys who are holding us fall for the passive thing again, they really aren't too bright. At the same time we both break free and charge at each other with the dumbos scrambling to catch up. I've already left my mark on your face with my nails and i intend to try and match those marks with a matching set on your other cheek. Claws out we attack each other, both hurling insults as we tear hair and flash nails.
Grabbing your hair i know i have but moments before we are pulled apart again..."Lets take this down to your apartment bitch, away from any possibility of being stopped" i whisper but i know you heard. I feel those arms again as they hook around me and something pressing against my back.
"You got a sausage in ya shorts pal or are ya just pleased to see me?" i hiss as i kick out one last time at Katie.

Amazing fight you two!

Free from our white knight's claustrophobic grasp, we lunge at each other. Our nails flail wildly as we reach out to grab each other's hair and claw at each other's faces. Our attacks were completely reckless—stupid, in fact! However, reason and good sense abandoned both me and that cxnt Erin long ago. Our mutual hatred fuels us. Our shared love of catfighting excites and stimulates us, and our narcissistic pride strengthens our resolve! No matter the price, both Erin and I are willing to pay it in this moment.

Our right hands reach out and grab hold of each other's hair within seconds. With a firm grasp, we both pull as hard as we can. Meanwhile, with our spare left hands, we interlock our fingers and begin to grapple with each other. We violently pull each other closer, and as our foreheads clash, despite the pain, you whisper:

"Let's take this down to your apartment, bitch, away from any possibility of being stopped."

I snarl back:

"Fuck you, Erin! I'm not letting a whore like you into my apartment. You got that, bitch?"

Your response comes in the form of a sharp yank on my hair.

"Ow, you fucking bitch!" I snarl.

At this point, your big oaf of a hulk grabs hold of your waist. Then, with so much snark in your voice, you say:

"You got a sausage in your shorts, pal, or are you just pleased to see me?"

But I've had enough, and I scream out:

"Would the two of you just fuck off? Stay the fuck out of our business!"

Immediately, I lean backward while, with my right leg, I try—and successfully—trip Erin. Erin slips out of the big oafs hands. As we both tumble to the poolside floor near the outdoor barbecue, which was carelessly left on. Instantly, we ensnare each other's legs while releasing each other's hair and hands, resetting our positions. I bury my left hand in your hair, wrapping it around the palm of my hand before making a fist and pulling. Meanwhile, my right hand seeks out the front of your red bikini top, and I begin to pull.

Your oaf of a hulk steps back; it's clear the pervert wants to see what happens next. Ben adjusts his position as well, proving the old saying right—men are pigs!

Meanwhile, I see and feel flashes of your hands as you reach out to retaliate.

Yt

My offer to take the fight down to her apartment was seemingly not a goer for Katie. I think she's a bit afraid of me beating her up in her own domain.

For now however the scrap continues apace. We both get snared again by the hunks, strange as many men would welcome the prospect of two partially clad hotties fighting in wet 'kinis.

Somehow Katie breaks free of Ben, his friends call him big Ben apparently but i've no idea why. Once free she attacks me with alacrity, and her hands, feet and nails. She lashes out with her leg, slashing at my ankles and whipping my feet out from under me. I slide down onto my tushie and out of my capturs embrace. I fall onto my back and Kate is quick as a cat to pounce on me. Her legs straddle me and her butt presses down on my hips.

"Get off me you BITCH" i hiss as you bury a hand in my wet locks. I kick and squirm under you determined not to let you get too comfy, but then you go for my bra. Being truthful it's lil more than two triangular strips of red fabric joined by elasticated type string. It peels off my tits with lil effort on your part. Then you start to yank on my hair, twisting it and pulling my head left and right.
No help from the guys here, the sight of my naked breasts must have them spellbound. I've never been ashamed to show my body though, some say that's trashy, i say they are jealous.

Not exactly happy with this turn of events i fire back at Kate. In a short lull in her hair pulling i reach up, grab her hair in my right hand and yank down hard to the side. As i do this i plant my left foot flat on the poolside and thrust up from my left hip. This has the pleasing outcome of unbalancing the bitch and taking her down on her side.

"Right you snooty whore" i hiss as i scramble to my knees. Before she has time to try and remount me i grab hold of her bra..."Right bitch, let's all see what you've got....though i suspect some of these guys have already seen the goods" Your bra comes away in my hand and i toss it to Ben.

This opportunity is way too good to miss so i untangle my fingers from your hair and i mount you. Pressing my tushie down over your hips i clamp both hands down over your tits and start to both squeeze and pull. The guys start to wolf whistle and call out.."Go on Erin, work the bitch" what they probably don't see is my nails digging into your tender flesh.

"Still not wanna take it to your apartment, bitch?" i smirk as i look down at you.

Locked together on the floor, our catfight rages with renewed vigor. With my left hand, I continue pulling on your hair while my right hand grabs and eventually rips off your tacky red top. Our spectators cheer with excitement as I hurl your bikini top onto the lit barbecue. I snicker as it goes up in flames!

"See that, Erin? That's what I'm going to do to your fucking precious memories, bitch!"

The look on your face is one of fiery fury (forgive the pun). No one has ever burned any of your clothing before, and you're pissed! With my threat about your precious memories echoing in your ears, your anger intensifies tenfold.

The fight continues, and we hurl insult after insult. Eventually, you grab my hair with your right hand and pull viciously.

"Ow, you fucking bitch!" I scream in your face.

But as I scream, you plant your left foot on the floor and thrust up from your left hip. We tumble onto our sides, still pulling on each other's hair. Then I hear that snarky, abrasive tone again as you say:

"Right, you snooty whore!"

I contort my face in anger as you get on your knees and violently yank at my red bikini top. Your snarky voice rings in my ears as you declare:

"Right, bitch, let's all see what you've got... though I suspect some of these guys have already seen the goods!"

"Fuck you, Erin, you jealous cxnt!" I snap back, but just a few seconds later, my red bikini top is ripped from my chest. You toss it over to Ben, and the boys cheer, yet I note with immense satisfaction that they cheered louder for my girls than they did for yours! But my satisfaction doesn't last long as you mount me, press your tushie into my hips, and reach down with both hands, grabbing hold of my breasts. You immediately start squeezing and pulling on them; the pain is fucking excruciating!

"Ow... ow... ow, you bitch! Get off my breasts, cxnt!" I snarl as the boys cheer you on with renewed excitement.

I hear them shout:

"Go on, Erin, work the bitch!"

I grit my teeth as tears begin to form, and your nails start breaking the skin around my breasts.

You snarl at me:

"Still don't wanna take it to your apartment, bitch?"

Instantly, I snarl back:

"Bitch, you keep your skanky ass out of my apartment!"

I struggle beneath you, bucking my hips to try and shake you off me. But your breasts are too tempting a target, and what's good for the goose is good for the gander, bitch! I reach up, grab hold of your breasts, dig in my nails, and start twisting your nipples as I pull them down toward me.

We're both screaming in pain now, tears streaming down our cheeks, while our spectators shout:

"Go, Kate, rip off Erin's tits! Come on, Erin, milk that bitch!"

Yt

The fight not only continues, it gets nastier, more vicious.

I have your tits well under my control, mauling them, stretching them in everyway possible. The guys are ecstatic at this. Two hot bitches tearing lumps out of each other is more than they could have dreamed of and fortunately they have accepted the situation and let us get on with the scrap.

I'm really enjoying being mounted on top of you, now you know how it feels bitch.

It's at this moment that you go for my tits, You claw at them, your nails dig into my nipples. There are shouts of "fu@k her up Katie".

The pain coming from my mauled tits is quite excruciating and by the tears in your eyes and the look on your face i know you are suffering just as much pain as i am. I let go of your tits and grab hold of your wrists forcing you to also release your grip on mine. Our tits are quite the mess, red raw, nail marks all over them but oddly our nipples are still very erect.

"You nasty cow" i hiss as i make a grab for your hair and as i do so i lift my tushie up off your hips and stagger to my feet hauling you up with me.

"I've had as much as i can stand of you, you skank" i hiss as i pull your head down under my right armpit, then, holding you in a tight headlock i drag you to the edge of the pool and jump in.

I hope this sudden attack causes you as many problems as you did me when you dragged me into the pool what seems like days ago but was in fact no more than 5 minutes ago. I'd love to hold you under the water till you drown but i don't see prison uniform as a fashion statement so after a few squeezes on your head i let you go and leaning back i kick you way with my feet (usually the best way to kick someone is with the feet i've found).

I make my way, slowly, painfully to the side of the pool near to where the per....guys are sat and give them quite a show as a barely clad, soaking wet Erin pulls herself out of the pool and sits on the edge looking back to see what became of the bitch Katie.

Drunk on our hatred for each other, we mercilessly abuse each other's breasts at the side of the pool. We twist, pull, and maul, racing to see who can inflict the most pain. Meanwhile, our two white knights—now looking decidedly more gray—delight in the public spectacle we've become. They don't care who wins; we've both got our tits out, and that's more than enough to satisfy them. The fact that we're also catfighting is just an added bonus. Christmas has truly come early for them.

Meanwhile, Erin and I shed tear after tear through gritted teeth, stubbornly trying to outlast each other. We spit poisonous insults like vipers, while our nails explore each other's breasts, searching for untouched flesh to maul.

Suddenly, I hear your shrill voice:

"You nasty cow!"

"You're the only heifer here, Erin! You bitch!" I snarl back.

But then, your tactics change. You let go of my breasts and grab my hair with both hands. You begin to stand, pulling me up by my hair.

"Ow, ow, ow! Let go of my hair, you bitch!" I yell.

Shockingly, you oblige, releasing my hair with your right hand to place me in a headlock before jumping into the pool.

"F-U-C-K-K-K..." I scream as we break the surface of the water, and you drag my head under, holding me there for a few seconds. My arms and legs thrash wildly underwater as panic sets in. But then, thankfully, you release me and swim to the side of the pool, climbing out and sitting on the edge, playfully dangling your feet in the water, watching to see what happens next.

As you let go of me, I resurface and gasp for air, frantically swimming to the other side of the pool. I pull myself out and step onto the pool deck. I AM FUCKING LIVID! I grab hold of a fold-up wooden chair and rush toward you, intent on taking your fucking head off! But Ben intervenes, grabbing hold of me. As I'm lifted into the air, I drop the chair. Meanwhile, your pervy big oaf of a hulk quickly restrains you, making sure to cop a feel.

I scream, "Let me go! Let me the fuck go! I'm going to kill Erin! I hate that whore!"

Ben says calmly, "Come on, Kate. That's enough for today. Let's get you home."

"No! LET ME THE FUCK GO!" I scream, thrashing wildly. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Erin throwing her own fit of rage, more than ready to continue fighting.

As Ben carries me off, I hear Erin scream behind me:

YT

Two Queens right here  ^  :-*

Quote from: #Bridgette# on September 14, 2024, 05:44:31 PM
Two Queens right here  ^  :-*

Me and Erin definitely are Queens and by the time we're done; one of us will be dethroned!

And it ain't gonna be me! However I must admit that I feel a lifetime of Christmas's has come at once. Erin's writing and talent is so beautiful; it really is a privilege to face her :)

Quote from: #Bridgette# on September 14, 2024, 05:44:31 PM
Two Queens right here  ^  :-*

What a lovely thing to say, thank you Bridge. Bit of a Queen yourself babe and one hell of a good fighter as is Katie. I may or may not beat her but it's certainly worth trying to see what devious and nasty thing she comes up with next.

Sitting on the edge of the pool with my tootsies splashing around in the water. Truth be told i'm gasping for breath. This fight has been going on for hours...what's that you say? 10 minutes at the most? well it seems longer and let's face it, 10 mins is still a long time for a scrap.

My chest heaves which is sure to catch the attention of those guys. I'm not the biggest chest wise but what i do have stays firm and perky on my chest not bouncing off my knees like some ladies i've seen hanging around the seedier parts of town.

I keep an eye, well two if we are keeping count, on the bitch as she scrambles out of the pool spraying water in every direction. She's mad, actually she's nuts but that's not what i meant. She is clearly furious. Even from across the pool i can clearly see her flushed face and her clenched fists.

"C'mon then bitch" i yell "Bring it"

You grab a folding deck chair and folding it you take hold of it by it's legs. You storm around the decking and i jump to my feet and crouch, ready to face your onslaught. Before you can try and brain me with said chair your man Ben gets in your way and swipes the chair from your hands, then he lifts you and slings you over his shoulder. He tells you he is taking you back to your apartment. You don't seem keen on this judging my all the swearing, shouting and threats heading in my direction.

It occurs to me that you are pretty helpless right now so i start towards you intent on getting in a few good shots to your face. That plan is quickly halted however when that hunk...i really need to find out his name...grabs hold of me from behind. He probably thinks i didn't notice one of his hands as it fondles my right breast but i sure as hell did notice his other hand slide down over my tummy and head towards my kitty.

"Hey, you can't afford these goods mister" i hiss as i squirm round to face him. A swift knee to his plums soon puts an end to whatever he was thinking as he sinks down onto his knees. Crap, one fight at a time. I look round but my face falls as i realise Ben has you safely back in your apartment, so i make my way back to mine to tend my wounds and bruises.

You can be certain though, there is more to come, this fight is FAR from over.

Several days have passed since the incident by the pool and for the most part myself and Erin have been ignoring each other. The key to this unexpected outbreak of peace was the fact that when returning me to my apartment; Ben also retrieved and returned to you your precious memories. This action had infuriated me as I did plan to drop them out of my apartment window down to the kerb or just burn them all to cinders. However Ben was most insistent that we would all benefit from a period of calm. As you can imagine this did not go down at all well with me; however I relented without too much commotion. As it was my own stuff which I began throwing around my apartment in a fit of rage.

However while we avoided each other in a physical sense; we were both still very clearly in each other's thoughts. We both with much excitement began to research each other; it was easy to identify who each other's past rivals were and they were all to eager to dish dirt. However these acts of espionage were far from being discreet and it led to a fiery and very fierce exchange online between us; a very public exchange as that. However this act was the catalyst for us befriending each other online. With full access to each other's social media posts we both excitedly went hunting for details on each other's past indiscretions.

Thankfully for me Erin is a gigantic SLUT! And her indiscretions were numerous and very spicy and when the time is right. I can't wait to look the cxnt in her eyes and remind her of them. However while eager to search for Erin's murky past; I did little to cover up my own. I'm quite sure that when we do have a chance to engage in some girl talk; it will be the equivalent of playing a game of top trumps. Which one of us has the sluttiest past?

But then came Thursday morning; a day I shall never forget! It started as any other with a brief workout followed by a nutritional breakfast. I had business in town that day; important business and I dressed accordingly. I wore a grey tweed miniskirt; paired with a plum coloured satin blouse, sheer pantyhose and black heels. To complete my look I wore a long black cashmere coat that came down to my knees and of course I had with me my black leather bag; which I hung from my right shoulder. Perfectly dressed for a meeting with my solicitors I stepped out of my apartment into the corridor.

However as I stepped out; so did you. We both looked each other up and down intensely; before then proceeding to lock our apartments and head for the elevators. The walk to the elevators was not a long one; but this morning it felt ominous. Our steps were perfectly in sync as we walked side by side; the sound made by our heels seemed like some sort of weird battlecry leading us to war. On our arrival at the elevator the door was already open on our floor and we both confidently stepped on board. As soon as the elevator doors shut; I pressed the button for the ground floor and we squared up to each other. Your facial expression told me everything; you had something to say and happily I had something to say to you too.

Yt

Quote from: Erin Lee on September 15, 2024, 09:52:46 AM

Quote from: #Bridgette# on September 14, 2024, 05:44:31 PM
Two Queens right here  ^  :-*

What a lovely thing to say, thank you Bridge. Bit of a Queen yourself babe and one hell of a good fighter as is Katie. I may or may not beat her but it's certainly worth trying to see what devious and nasty thing she comes up with next.

*Giggle*

Erin!!! I'm blushing :o

You really do say the sweetest things and I'm so lucky that our paths have crossed :)

As I've said many times before; your writing is simply beautiful and you never fail to inspire me. You're the best Erin...well the best for now at least. Make no mistake I am gunning for you ;)

Xoxo
Kate xx

Ben, bless him, returned my box of *Precious Memories* I have not the slightest doubt that if it had been left to Katie i would never have seen them again.

While we never actively avoided each other our paths didn't cross for the next few days, but don't think for a single second that the bad feeling was over between us. We are both enthusiastic fighters and both have been involved in quite a few scraps. It was pure fate that threw us together in this apartment block. We both took a lil time to recover from our encounter in the pool but bruises heal unlike the bad feeling that no doubt has invaded your mind as it has mine.

Then the day came around as it had to where we bumped into each other once again. You leaving your apartment and me leaving mine. I look you over and i'm afraid there is no way i can keep the sneer off my face. You appear to be power dressing, it's all fake of course, there is nothing powerful about you.

Me, well i'm in my usual scruffs, no doubt give you another reason to look down your nose at me. I don't change into my scrubs till i reach the hospital though. Think i'll book you in while i'm at work.

We stride down the hallway together and both enter the lift at the same time. You pressed the button for the ground floor but i reached across in front of you and pressed the emergency stop button. Then i look you in the face, "Shall we bitch?" It's a question that hardly needs an answer.

You drop your shoulder bag and slip out of your jacket. "Let's go slut" you snarl.

I'm in your hair before the t of slut leaves your lips. Pressing in hard against you, trying to pin you back against the wall of the lift. I look to shake your head left and right. I feel the warmth coming from your body as my breasts mash against yours through your shirt and my t-shirt. "No Ben here to save you now bitch" i hiss as i go to press my right hip into your crotch, trying to make things as uncomfortable for you as i possibly can.

OMG talk about Epic! Badass! But honestly we can't expect anything less than a masterpiece and master class in creating magic from Erin and Kate! Thank you both for sharing this classic with us!  :-*  ;)

The elevator barely had enough time to begin descending before the emergency stop was pressed by Erin. Alone again at last and in such a confined space; we stare into each other's eyes. The silence between us speaks volumes about our shared hatred for each other. But then you break that silence; as you snarl:

"Shall we bitch?"

My reply was instant; my bag slips off by shoulder and soon I slide out of my coat. I look deep into your eyes; as I coo:

"Let's go slut"

I barely had time to complete my insult before your hands were in my hair and I feel you slam me against the metallic side of the elevator. You shake my head left and right; I feel my scalp begin to sting; as you relentlessly pull on my hair. However as I place my hands into your hair and begin to pull and shake your head; we suddenly stop shaking each other. As we pull each other's hair taut; it's clear there are some things we want to get off our chests! I feel our breasts mash together and already my nipples begin to harden; as deviant thoughts race through my mind...I simply can't wait to get my claws into your face. You then Hiss at me:

"No Ben here to save you now bitch"

"Actually Ben was saving you slut!" I cooly hiss back.

You respond by twisting your right hip and pressing yourself deeply into my crotch. I  respond by lifting my right heel; pressing it into your left foot. I smile as I crush your foot below my heel; I look you dead in your eyes as I coo:

"I know all about you now Erin! Your Facebook page was very informative and you really are a disgraceful whore! What sort of a bitch goes down on her best friends fiance behind the back of a co-op store. You may act all prim and proper Erin but you're trash; disgusting trash and this was one of your least shameful acts. What a pathetic bitch you are!"

A sudden yank on your hair announces that I've finished saying my piece. But then to your surprise I stop crushing and stepping on your left foot. I blow you a kiss as I raise my right heel and then suddenly slam my stiletto with all the force I can muster into your left ankle.

Yt

Quote from: Lauren Vanessa (Tatt Cat) on September 15, 2024, 08:02:55 PM
OMG talk about Epic! Badass! But honestly we can't expect anything less than a masterpiece and master class in creating magic from Erin and Kate! Thank you both for sharing this classic with us!  :-*  ;)

Thanks Lauren :)

But I have to admit that it's an ambition of mine to spend some quality time alone with you; as we give each other a tooth and nail style make over ;)

Quote from: Dicey_Kate on September 15, 2024, 09:37:55 PM

Quote from: Lauren Vanessa (Tatt Cat) on September 15, 2024, 08:02:55 PM
OMG talk about Epic! Badass! But honestly we can't expect anything less than a masterpiece and master class in creating magic from Erin and Kate! Thank you both for sharing this classic with us!  :-*  ;)

Thanks Lauren :)

But I have to admit that it's an ambition of mine to spend some quality time alone with you; as we give each other a tooth and nail style make over ;)

Oh, Kate ... I think that can most def be arranged. My peeps will touch base with your peeps. Then you and I can ... "do lunch".   ;)

WHAT?!?! the bitch has been reading my Facebook log, how very dare she the lowlife piece of gutter trash.

The fight, although only just started and not yet much more than a skirmish, is hotting up. I have you pinned to the lift wall with my hip pressed hard against your crotch and i'm ragdolling your head with all the enthusiasm of a lioness trying to decapitate a gazelle.

Seems you aren't a fan of this, or maybe you are cos your hands take hold of my hair and you start to return the punishment. It's then you announce about my lil escapade behind the co-op. There goes my lesbian credentials right there. But its true. My "friend" made a play for my then girlfriend so i got revenge by blowing her boyfriend.

(Always amazes me how we can speak whilst having our heads nearly ripped off...but c'mon, a bit of poetic licence here please)

You then stamp down hard on the instep of my left foot, my eyes widen, i hate showing pain in fights but holy hell that hurt. "You evil whore" i gasp as i look to get my foot away from you.

You haven't finished there, far from it. Your leg lifts, you have stilettos adorning your not so dainty feet and you aim one of them at my left ankle. I'm well aware that if this hits as intended i'm gonna be on the customer side of the hospital having my broken ankle reset in plaster...and that bitch just ain't gonna happen.

As you lift your leg i'm alive to the possibilities but in a way you did me a favour by stamping on my instep, see my foot isn't on the floor taking any of my weight so its easy to avoid the stamp. I hook your thigh and blow you a kiss in return, "You think i'm that dumb i'll fall for that kind of attack?" With your thigh hooked i ram my right hand into your crotch and start to claw at your labia through your panties and not in a nice way either. I look to try and dig my nails in, wanting to hurt you in a very primal way.

"Oh and just so you know, slut....i took a look at your Facebook page and saw you are friends with Benny boy. So i went to his page, seems you n him have been dogging and not only have you been doing that but he had you on the bonnet (hood to you American types) of his car. Quite the spectacle apparently. There are even photos of you with your panties around your ankles flat on ya back with Ben happily humping away on top of you. Gotta love Facebooks admin.

I continue clawing at your kitty, hoping to make sure Ben isn't gonna be enjoying your fruits again for quite sometime.

In the claustrophobic confines of the elevator we pull on each other's hair until it's nice and taut. Our breasts crush together and you continue to work your hip into me. We listen intently as we talk trash to each other and pass judgement of each other's past indiscretions; while we snarl at each other. Amongst however the hateful glares and judgemental looks; you snarl:

"You evil whore" seems you did not enjoy getting your foot crushed under my heel. But when I lift it to stamp my stiletto into your ankle; you use the mere seconds to readjust your position and my heel stamps down onto the floor of the elevator. Frustrated and angry with myself; I snarl:

"Fucking Bitch!"

But you ignore my taunt and instead you hook my thigh; your taunt me by blowing me a kiss. But with my thigh hooked you slide your right hand between my thighs and begin to claw at my labia through the material of my soft silk panties. The pain was beyond words; I grit my teeth in anger but I could not hold it in:

"Ow Erin...you bitch! You evil fucking bitch Ow...Ow...Ow!!!" I scream. But then with a satisfied grin across your face; you dish all about my recent tryst with Ben.

My face turns bright red but for once it's not just rage that's pushing colour to my cheeks but genuine embarrassment. I try to remain calm and cool, but I have to be honest that was not my finest hour and to be reminded of this by Erin of all people...it's humiliating. However thankfully Erin's timeline was awash with scandal and omg this bitches antics are the worst! However before I get into your scandalous past again; I have to stop your attack! I let go of your hair and dig my nails into the sides of your face; before I ruthlessly begin to drag my nails down your cheeks.

"How you like that you fucking Bitch?" I scream into your face. But then threw gritted teeth I remind you about another past indiscretion of yours; while correcting the record regarding myself and Ben:

"Well at least I always have panties on to be pulled down; which is more than could be said for you Erin! Also WRONG! I did not fuck Ben on the bonnet of his car; it was on the bonnet of his girlfriend's car bitch! Besides Miss prim and proper does the nickname "Party Trix" ring any bells? Oh yes...I see that it does bitch! Converting a cheap Supergirl costume to become your persona "Party Trix"...Well that just screams out class doesn't it bitch? Then going to a comic book convention to work your trade or is it a hobby for you? I really don't know bitch! But Classy; so very classy Erin! You fucking whore!"

Yt

Holding up your thigh while i claw at your kitty is so satisfying even more so are your screams of pain, i'm really getting to this bitch now.

I start to crush your labia through your panties not to mention my nails digging in through that thin shiny fabric, i'm astonished at your resistance to pain, this attack would have most girls down on their knees pleading for mercy. But of course you know that is pointless, there will be no mercy on your knees or not. You are one tough bitch as you prove yet again when you drag your nails across my cheeks.
Seemingly not as immune to pain as you, although as we found out earlier, we are both partial to it, i have to reluctantly let go of your labia and grab hold of both your wrists. "You evil whore" i snarl, feeling lil trickles of blood slide down my cheeks from the tramlines you've gouged there.

With my hands, and yours fully occupied i aim to drive my right knee into your left thigh as i look to give you a deadleg. I'm looking to even the score for the injury you inflicted on my left foot, which i might add is still freakin hurting.

Then your gums start to flap once again, seems you have found some more of my back story. Yes, it's undeniably true, i moonlight as Party Trix. Now no doubt you would like to imagine me servicing all the guys and gals at the convention, but you got it wrong, very wrong. I simply reprise the role of a superhero from a well known film. So you see, you were mislead, maybe you wanted to think the worst, but bitch, you failed...again!!

As we are on the subject of trashy pasts...just pausing to administer a hard slap to your face and another knee to your thigh...i found a bit more about your murky past.

" It's true, is it not that you were arrested for stealing money from guys when they took you back to theres thinking you were a hooker. I mean it's an understandable mistake to make, but to duck out and steal the money while he's otherwise engaged is just plain low. Offering to blow the cop that arrested you is even lower, what amazes me  is he accepted. He did record it for prosperity though and i hacked into his PC, but don't you worry princess precious, your secret is safe with me.

It's just then there is a banging on the doors.."Are you alright in there?" is the cry, if only they knew. We quickly seperate and tidy ourselves up as best we can, though i don't think you are gonna be having your meeting afterall. " We'll be meeting again real soon bitch" i hiss as the lift starts to travel down to the ground floor

Together in the corner of that claustrophobic elevator myself and Erin relish the pain and injury we inflict upon each other. As I rake my nails down the sides of your face; every new red line that appears stimulates me and arouses me more than any man has ever managed. Meanwhile as I look into your eyes; I see that your experiencing a similar set of emotions. Your nails dig deeper with every wicked pinch and twist; as you maul at my silken covered labia. It's clear that you're determined to ensure that Ben is going to have to remain faithful to his girlfriend or find another floozy to satisfy his needs. You intend to wreck my kitty and the thought of doing so sends a shiver of excitement down your spine; in fact you've never felt so alive - I can see it in your eyes.

But then suddenly you halt your vicious attack and instead grab hold of my wrists. You dig your nails into my arms; as we both begin to struggle with each other. Our breasts suddenly begin an impromptu titfight as we both attempt to bully each other with our chests; yet this effort is halfhearted at best. You snarl at me:

"You evil Whore"

I snap back:

"Look in the mirror Erin; your the bitch who started this!"

The reality of our situation however is that both of us have inflicted an extraordinary amounts of pain within a very short period of time. We've both gritted our teeth so hard; I would not be surprised if we both needed to see a dentist. We both have a mixture of tears and mascara rolling down our cheeks; our hair is a mess and how much time has past? 10 minutes at most would be my guess; but damn it feels so much longer.

We continue to spit our insults at each other and then you come out with the most outrageous story I've ever heard to explain your Party Trix persona. I would and will accuse you of being a lot of things. But one thing you're not is a nerd! And I most certainly know a whore when I see one; but then...

*smack*

"Bitch" I scream as you surprise me by letting go of one of my arms and slapping me in the face. I go to slap you in return; however your knee crashes into my thigh. Your knee found the perfect spot to fuck up my muscle and give me a dead leg. Instinctively I begin to rub my thigh with my free hand; while with the arm your still holding...we continue to struggle. While I'm finding it increasingly harder to remain vertical. And it's at this moment you strike again; as you remind me about my more shady activities. It pisses me off that there is some truth to your words; however as for that police officer - he lied! But ultimately we will both believe what we want to believe about each other and if all our muck raking destroys each other's reputations along the way...well that's another thing for us to catfight about.

Suddenly we both here a cry asking if we're alright and soon as after the lift starts to move. Immediately we both release each other and begin to panic; as we try to straighten ourselves out.  I pull down my skirt and put back on my coat and pick up my bag. I try to tidy my hair but with so little time and no mirror; it was a futile effort at best. But as the doors begin to open you hiss:

"We'll be meeting again real soon bitch"

"Hmm I can't wait you fucking cxnt!" I snap back.

However my exit from the lift was far from dignified; between my mauled kitty and dead leg. It looks like I'm re-enacting the Monty Python Silly Walk sketch and as I leave the apartment; my only thoughts are - I hate this bitch!

Yt

It must be eating Kate, Erin seems to have her measure

I've been stewing over what you did to my face for a few days now. I had to pretend that i was attacked by a cat when i got to work, and let's be honest here, that wasn't far from the truth.

Sat in my apartment a few days later, it's Friday evening and i'm not back in work till Monday. I'm restless though, i have an itch that needs scratching and that itch has a name. Katie!!
You notice i said itch not bitch, but the bitch also needs scratching and mauling and having her hair ripped out and...and...and.

I'm dressed to go out, but this rage is boiling inside me, it has ever since we scrapped in the lift. We need to settle this feud and not by a handshake and a mug of coffee either. I'm wearing my short black dress, a style well displayed by Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffanys. I would have liked one designed by Hubert de Givenchy but with a limited budget i have to settle for a copy by PrettyLittleThing.
Black suspenders and stockings and a pair of black strappy open toes heels complete the ensemble. My black jacket is draped over the back of the chair.

I start to pace the room, i kick a shoe in annoyance, do i go out or do i go and fight that bitch in room 111B? I slide my mothers gold bracelet onto my left wrist then add a couple of Grannies rings, yes, i'm a sentimental bitch at heart, the rings are chunky, could be useful in a fight.

Fu@k it, i think as i ease my arms into my jacket, let's go see if that horrid bitch is at home.

I open my door and carefully lock it behind me, then i knock on your door, tapping my right foot as i wait for you to answer.

It was Friday evening and I was alone in my apartment; I had planned to sneak over to see Ben however his girlfriend was unexpectedly home. I considered going over and announce to her face that I was stealing Ben from her and if she had a problem with that? I was up for a little girl talk. However truth be told I don't really like Ben; I much prefer girls. Then why the affair? Well that's simple - taking what's not mine is a thrill that runs through my veins. Home wrecking is honestly super fun and I would encourage every confident and catty bitch out there to give it a try.

But as I mulled over whether or not to confront Ben's girlfriend; another thought whirled around my mind. Erin; that fucking bitch Erin! I hated her; I hated her with a passion! Between the incident by the pool and more recently in the elevator; I owed that bitch the cruelest of catfights. Do I go over and force the confrontation? As I considered that possibility I began to pace up and down my apartment. My black heels clicked with every step and every click sounded like a call to arms. But as I completed the 36th length of my apartment; I caught myself in my full length mirror. I stopped to admire myself; I was wearing a favourite red minidress of mine. It was not the most expensive dress in my wardrobe but was my favourite Karen Millen design. Of course to go with it I was wearing my favourite sheer stockings; red suspenders and matching red lace lingerie. While I've never been one for jewellery; I was tonight wearing the gold cross my grandmother brought me to mark my birth and some tasteful gold hoop earrings.

But as I smiled at my reflection; I heard a knock at the door and then what appeared to be the sound of impatient tapping. I walk to my door and was taken aback to see it was you. My initial reaction was to tell you to fuck off. But something about your eyes this evening told me now was a time to play it cool. I invite you in and go to my kitchen; my eyes glance towards my two person sofa as I say to you:

"Take a seat Erin; I will be with you shortly"

True to my word; I soon arrive with two glasses of red wine. I hand you one before I take a seat next to you on the sofa. I cross my legs opposite to yours and the tip of our heels clash as we both swing our heels; as we turn our bodies to face each other. I take a very small sip from my glass and note you do the same. As you surely know I did not give us both red wine to drink; we had...when the moment was right of course a much more practical use for it. Then I hiss calmly:

"So Erin what shall we talk about?"

Yt

Very shortly after i knock on your door, you open it and invite me in. I kinda keep a bit of a side eye on you, i'm not about to start trusting you, not now, not ever.
You ask me to take a seat as you vanish into your kitchen and you shortly reappear with two glasses brimming with red wine. We sit, side by side on your sofa, it's an uneasy truce at best, truth be told it isn't a truce at all, just the calm before the storm. You hand me a glass of the wine and take a sip of yours.

"If you don't mind" i say as i reach across you and relieve you of your glass, handing you mine in return, "Never can be too careful" i whisper somewhat breathlessly. Now i take a sip of the wine which is actually not bad, a nice playful Beaujolais nouveau is my palate doesn't deceive me. Then we cross our legs, my short black skirt rides right up my thigh exposing a decent quantity of leg. Our heels slap together as we settle and we half turn to face each other.

It would be apparent to anyone who saw us sitting here that this isn't going to be some cozy chat and i reinforce that impression when i reply to you,

"We should and will talk about settling our differences once and for all Bitch. I've no intention of fighting you each and everytime we run into each other and although i do enjoy beating on you we are both grown women, we both have jobs and we both could do without getting sacked because we are in a bad way from a fight. So what have you got to say to that...bitch?"

I take another sip of the wine while i wait for your answer, i can see you are deep in thought, likely something that has never happened to you before. I swear i can see dust coming out of your ears.

"Well bitch?" i hiss

Sat next to Erin on my sofa the Intimacy of this moment is intoxicating; I never felt so alive. The fake smiles; the feeling of our stocking covered thighs rubbing together. The sight of Erin's dress riding high up her thigh; the clatter of our heels as we playfully kick and poke each other. This is the drug I crave; And it's been so long since I felt it. Our catfight will be electric and I simply can't wait to tear that cxnt apart. But as the thought of fighting you turns me more and more on; you turn to me and say:

"If you don't mind" And with that you swap our glasses of red. I shake my head slightly and roll my eyes as you say:

"Never can be too careful" I lick my lips and reply:

"Poison...really!!! Are you that paranoid Erin?"

Your glare answered my question: you don't trust me at all and to be fair I don't trust you either. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence; I say:

"So Erin shall we have a little girl talk?"

You smile and reply instantly:

"We should and we will talk about settling our differences once and for all Bitch. I've no intention of fighting you each and everytime we run into each other and although i do enjoy beating on you we are both grown women, we both have jobs and we both could do without getting sacked because we are in a bad way from a fight. So what have you got to say to that...bitch?"

I listen intently to every word, every syllable! We're both definitely on the same page and I'm impressed you managed to get out your little speech. I could practically hear the clockwork within your mind as you spoke. I smile to myself as I think:

"A analog basic bitch in a digital world; that's Erin all over - what a pathetic whore"

I giggle at that thought and then reply coldly:

"Well Erin...firstly that was quite the speech you had prepared. Have you nervously been rehearsing in front of the bathroom mirror bitch? However to answer the point of your question; I agree...it would be good to settle things between us. But only if your woman enough to do things properly. My suggestion would be no rules and no mercy! Whoever wins gets to decide when the catfight is over! Also as I expect there will be a substantial amount of property damage. Let's set a timer before we start; we have 10-15 in my apartment and then we have 10-15 minutes in yours. Also I haven't forgotten about the elevator Party Trix! So let me be clear I fully intend to unleash hell on your kitty! So what have you to say about that Bitch?"

As the word "Bitch" leaves my mouth; I place my left hand on your knee and slowly slide it up your thigh until I reach your stocking tops. I look you in the eyes and then hiss:

"Such cheap and nasty stockings Erin; you really are a whore without a shred of class! Aren't you Bitch"

Yt

mmmmm really hot fight

I can't help but smirk, you seriously think your pathetic attempts at insults is going to bother me? And this stroking my thigh right up to my stocking tops? Perlease bitch, i'm a gold star lesbian, you think maybe a good feel will weaken my resolve to beat you to a pulp? Maybe you do at that, for a business woman you don't come over as particularly smart.
One thing you said did make sense however, the idea we fight for a set number of minutes here and the same number at mine.

"Yeah, i'm down with that bitch" i reply, licking my rouge coated lips at the thought of getting to really hurt you and finish this lil feud of ours.

So, after listening to the trash spewing from your mouth i brush your hand off my leg and stand up. "Gonna sit there all day or are ya gonna try and cash the cheque ya mouth seems to want you too?" and with that said i toss the remains of my red wine in your face and stroll across the room.

Now, in case anyone is wondering, of course i'm nervous, this bitch is  tough and fights equally well as me if not better, but anyone who fights knows that anything is possible. I've fought bigger girls and won and smaller girls and lost but the buzz i get is from the fight not the outcome. That said, this is personal and i really really wanna finish this bitch off.

I kick off my heels then ease my lithe body out of my lil black dress, i debate if i should keep my rings on, they would really mess this bitches face up, but i decide, no, if i beat her it will be by fair means so that she knows she was beaten by the better woman.

Friday nights alright for fightin....Gotta love Elton John, he was right, got till Monday to recover.

So, there i stand, my left hip raised matching my raised left eyebrow and doing the double teapot, black bra, black suspenders, black thong and black stockings. "Don't keep me waiting bitch, i'm more than ready for ya"

"Yeah, i'm down with that bitch"

With your words our Faustian pact was signed; this was definitely going to be one of those catfights where in reality we both lose. However there is a question of degrees to this statement. One of us will lose severely; the winner - shall see to that...I shall see to that.

Suddenly you brush my hand off your thigh and get up. I smirk at you and say:

"Well aren't you the eager bitch. You really want your face slapped that much?"

Your reply was instant and more than predictable:

"Oh you bitch...my dress! You fucking Bitch!" I protest bitterly the fact you threw red wine over my dress and face; but in reality I was loving it. I watch you from the comfort of my sofa as you ease yourself out of your little black dress and kick off our heels. Seeing you in your lingerie was I have to admit rather sexy; if only we met while wearing our lingerie? I lament what could of been for a brief second before I make my move.

With wine glass in hand I slowly rise from my sofa and begin to walk around my living area; my heels click on the wooden floor as I casually and with all the time in the world remove my earrings. I place them on a bookcase pause briefly as I remove my gold cross. I kiss it before placing in next to my copies of the Kama Sutra and The Heart of Tantric Sex. I give you a wry smile and a wink; before I continue to stroll around my room...glass of red still in hand. Eventually I return to my sofa where I place my glass on a small glass coffee table and proceed to slowly slip out of my red dress.

I playfully try to tease you as I ease my dress off my body; slowly I expose my red lace bra and then my perfectly sculpted and yet feminine abs. Before finally I let it slide down my shapely legs. I step out of my dress and pick it up and place it on my sofa; before at last I remove my heels.

It's at this moment I hear you call out:

"Don't keep me waiting bitch, i'm more than ready for ya"

My response was immediate; I pick up my glass of red and walk over to your black dress. I gleefully smile as I empty by red wine all over it before tossing my glass out of the way.

"Hmm Now I'm ready Bitch...but before we start? Shall we hook up?"

I begin to play with my front suspender straps and gesture about attaching them to your stockings; while you attach your straps to mine.

Yt

I smile a bit as you complain about the red wine that now stains your dress and i know you'll reply in kind which is why i got my dress off rather quickly.

What i didn't bargain for was you pouring your wine over my discarded dress. I nod my head, very clever and fair enough, i'll just hurt you even more for that.

Then you strip down to your red lace bra. You look pretty hot, i don't even like to think it so i shake my head and banish that thought. We aren't here to admire each other, we are here to finally settle our differences.

Then you start flapping your gums again, good lord you can yap, you come up with a weird idea of attaching our suspenders together. I frown at this quite odd suggestion and shake my head. "They will tear apart very easily when the fight starts, surely you know that? But ok, if that is what you want, let's do it"

So, suspenders quickly attached i move quickly. My hands go right to your hair and wrapping quite a few strands around my fingers i start to yank your head up and down and side to side. I push into you, looking to use my body to force you backwards. I look over your right shoulder and see the sofa behind you, my plan is to take you down onto that sofa.

With our eyes locked I begin to slowly approach you; while you consider my challenge to hook up. Eventually analog Erin and her clockwork mind agrees begrudgingly to my request. Your reply is laced with snark:

"They will tear apart very easily when the fight starts, surely you know that? But ok, if that is what you want, let's do it"

I snap back:

"Well I never expected anything I'm wearing to survive tonight...besides we don't hook up because it's practical. It's a statement of intent bitch that we're both here to catfight and that neither of us will back off. This catfight is going to be attack, attack and attack!"

We line up our thighs and quickly I hook my suspenders to your stockings and you hook your suspenders to mine. Our chests breath deeply as we look at each other and lick our lips...until the silence is broken by me:

"Alexa - set timer for 15 minutes"

Alexa responds and your lunge for my hair with both hands,

You immediately wrap the strands of my hair around your fingers and pull. You violently yank my hair from side to side; up and down.

"Arhhh your fucking whore! You will pay for that bitch!" I scream as my head begins to sting with pain; however your not done and use your body to push into me as you aim to force us onto my sofa.

However as you were pulling on my hair; I reached up and grabbed your hair too. I wrap the strands of your hair around my palms and make a fist. Immediately I pull on your hair and I yank it straight down your back. But as your forcing your body into mine; I hook your left leg with my right and try to trip us. We fall onto my sofa and hit the back with such force the sofa topples over backwards and we roll onto the floor. With hands still buried in each other's hair; our legs wild trash about as we kick each other.

"Fucking Bitch!" I hiss

Yt

It's like you read my mind, maybe you really are a witch. I had every intention of backing you up till we reached the sofa, then, dropping you onto your back i intended to mount you and do all sorts of unspeakable things to your body until you cried out that you couldn't carry on. So, damn you bitch!!

That i am hurting you is beyond question, your screams as i drag your head around by the hair bear testament to that, but hurting you and making you quit are two entirely different things as i soon find out. Your hands immerse themselves in my rather dishevelled hair and you, like me, start to drag my head around and around till i start to feel somewhat dizzy. We are however still heading towards the sofa so i'll take the pain to get the gain. Only i don't, get the gain i mean. You are also well aware of where the sofa is and as we near it you slip one of your long shapely legs around the back of my left leg.

We trip, the sofa, under our combined weight and not inconsiderable momentum, tips over and we go with it. Now this doesn't hurt me and i'm equally sure it didn't hurt you. We keep a good hold on each others hair and our legs thrash around and as i suspected our previously fastened together suspenders tear our stockings and separate.

I'm not sorry this has happened as i look to now use one of my main weapons against you. As we thrash and kick out i give a real hard yank on your hair as i look to drag you towards me. We are on our sides and my left leg is now under you. I'm quick to slide my right leg up your body till my ankles connect and cross, locking my thighs tightly around your admittedly toned abs.

I start to squeeeeze, my glutes are so hard you could bounce a penny off them, my thighs strain as they dig into your sides.."What ya gotta say now, bitch?" i hiss as i grit my teeth and apply as much pressure as i can on your body.

Pulling on each other's hair like a pair of furious hellcats; I successfully hook my leg around yours and between us we send each other tumbling down and onto my sofa. During the fall we both scream a little; an instinctive reaction to us losing our balance. The momentum of our tumble is more than enough to upend my sofa and with hands pulling on each other's hair; we roll off my upended sofa and onto the wooden floors. We continue to pull on each other's hair; as we spit out poisonous insult after insult at each other. Meanwhile our legs furiously trash and clash as they fight to ensnare each other.

Slipping and sliding together the nylon of our stockings begin to hiss as they rub together In anger. However during this you successfully slip your legs around me and scissor my abs. As you lock together your ankles (Erin locking together her ankles and not spreading her legs!!! Well this is new!!!) you complete your scissors and begin to crush my abs. I adjust my breathing as I try to take away some of the pressure on my body. I scream at you:

"Let go of me you fucking slag!"

Your response comes in a renewed effort to crush my body. I have no choice; I let go of your hair and instinctively try to pry open your legs with my hands - my attempt fails. You sneer at me:

"What ya gotta say now, bitch?"

"I say fuck you...whore!"

Laying on our sides facing each other you continue to pull on my hair. But then suddenly I move my upper body towards yours. I grab hold of your left arm with both hands; making sure to dig in my nails as I do. I lean across with my head and I sink my teeth into your left bicep; I bite hard enough so that it hurts, but I do not break your skin. With this attack I hope to escape your clutches and weaken your offence all with one cruel hard bite?

Yt

I'm really enjoying squeezing you with my thighs. Legs have always been my go to when i want to weaken an adversary and as i increase the pressure on your tummy i know that it has to be taking a toll on you. I look up at the timer to see how long is left, plenty of time to work you over and finish you off. Bitch, you are going down.

We continue to lay on our sides with you squirming around and occasionally letting out weak whimpers. I slap my thigh and smirk at you "What's it like to get owned bitch?"

I haul on your hair, looking to hurt you in any way possible when, you lurch towards me and take hold of my left arm, annoying but not gonna alter your predicament. Your nails dig into my flesh, i screw up my eyes and grit my teeth, determined not to let you distract me from my goal. It's then that you pull my arm towards you and you sink your teeth into my left bicep.

This changes things, i yelp in pain.."Biting...really? that's low even for you bitch" i squeal as i release you from my scissors and look to kick you away with both feet to your chest.

I look down at my arm and the teeth marks in my flesh, fu@k that stings. I shake my arm, trying to shake away the pain. Whilst doing this i also keep an careful watch on what you are up to I dunno how much i weakened you but you are a tough bitch and i 'spect it will take more than a scissors to force you outta this fight.

I rise to my feet and drop into a slight crouch, lifting my arms i beckon to you with both hands.."C'mon then bitch, let's get back to it"

On our sides we both squirm on the floor; regrettably however I'm currently squirming much more than yourself. Trapped between your thighs; every breath I make increases the pain on my body. At first I did try to pry apart your legs with my hands - it failed. Which in hindsight should not surprise me; being a notorious SLUT! it is well known that you need a platoon of Royal Marines to close your legs; so clearly a similar effort would be needed to part them on that rarest of occasion in which you keep your legs shut! Unfortunately for me this was one of those times and fuck did it hurt. Your thighs rub cruelly against my body and the soreness I feel stings like hell. My breathing too is affected as every breath becomes more laboured than the last.

Then you smirk:

"What's it like to get owned bitch?"

"Fuck you Erin! Fuck you!" I snap back.

I grab your arm; it only mildly annoys you. I sink in my nails and you grit your teeth and screw up your eyes. But as my teeth sink into your bicep...everything changes. You scream:

"Biting...really? that's low even for you bitch"

I ignore your remark and continue to bite your bicep; but soon I feel your legs slacken and seconds later I'm free. However as I release my jaws from you; I feel your feet slam into my chest and my face turns red with pain. I instinctively roll away from you; note your doing similar.

I take a few moments to gather myself; my stomach has been tenderised and so has my breasts. It's at this point I reply to your last remark:

"Bitch! You have no moral high ground here! You want to talk about low? How about clawing my kitty in an elevator? That's fucking low! Or we could just agree there's no rules in a catfight and get back to it...cxnt!"

You response comes in the form of rising to your feet; I slowly begin to mirror your movement. So as you crouch down; I do the same. You begin to beckon me with your arms and snarl:

"C'mon then bitch, let's get back to it"

"Nothing would please me more you fucking slag!" I sneer back at you.

I move across grab hold of your hands with mine; we begin to grapple and soon it's not long until we're both fully standing. Our breasts bounce against each other's as we spit out insults while both of us desperately try to establish dominance over each other in this test of strength.

Yt

In an almost mirror move we both rise to our feet. I'm hoping i took more out of you with that scissors then you have taken out of me.

Both breathing hard now we face each other, you make a lunge towards me with your hands outstretched, fingers spread. My fingers are also spread and we interlace then, our fingers pressing against the back of each others hands.

I go up on tiptoes, my biceps swell. I grimace as my left bicep protests at this, your bite did, if not weaken, certainly left enough behind to remind me that it's not at full power.

I stagger back just a lil, my knees trembling, i go from tiptoes to having bent knees. "You are stronger than you look bitch" i hiss, the knuckles of both hands turning white.

With my wrists being forced back i drop to my knees, sweat forms on my forehead, trickles down my nose and drips onto my chest. I try and force your wrists back as i look to try and get back on my feet.

With our fingers interlocked together we begin to push and struggle with each other. Our breathing is erratic as we look for any positional advantage over each other. We begin to bite our lips and grit of teeth throughout our titanic struggle. In terms of physicality we're both extremely even and both of us excel at mental toughness. Whether it be your bicep or my stomach and chest; we both mentally put to one side the pain and continue.

As our struggle intensifies you go up on your tip toes, I find myself matching you. Suddenly you begin to struggle a little; you stagger back a little and your knees begin to bend. You hiss at me:

"You are stronger than you look bitch"

I snarl back:

"Yeah...well you're not bad at this too slut!"

Our stalemate continues for a while longer and beads of sweat form on my forehead and roll down my cheeks and drop onto my chest. What started out as a dirty no rules catfight has morphed into an honourable test of strength and as I look into your eyes I know that this test of strength is now more so a test of wills. We're both hurting and we're both tired; yet our stubborn determination drives us both forward; neither of us will concede this test and acknowledge the other as the better woman!

It is at this moment I begin to consider my options. I think about delivering a swift kick to you; could I do it quickly enough and avoid you pushing me onto my back? Probably not! Could I kick you and avoid coming off worse in the melee to follow? Maybe...but should I kick you? The answer surprises even me...no I should not; in this moment and in this specific challenge I will no belittle myself with underhand tactics.

Suddenly and surprisingly you drop to your knees; I think to myself that if I just stay on my feet I can do this. The physics of this situation is in my favor...yet like me you refuse to give up. You force my wrists back and leading with your powerful right leg you rise to your feet like the mythical phoenix. Our arms stretch out to our sides; our sweaty forehead's begin to push together. Frustrated by the growing level of respect your building within me; I snarl:

"Arhhhh...why won't you just give up you fucking bitch?"

Yt

It pretty much takes all the physical and mental determination i have to fight back from my knees to a standing position and once there our arms are splayed out to our sides.

We go forehead to forehead and our eyes lock, our tits mash together as we both press on the other, trying to force her backwards to enforce dominance against her. We do appear to be in some kind of stalemate, grunting, sweating, our bodies straining, rubbing together, the atmosphere in the room so tense it could be cut with a knife.

"You lousy bitch" i hiss as i look to stamp down on your left foot, using this purely as a distraction though so i can untangle my fingers from yours. Once untangled i press my hands on your shoulders and push you back. Glancing to my right i spot a vase of flowers on a table, i rush over, grab it and hurl it in your direction, it misses and crashes into the wall spraying water and flowers everywhere.

"I'm gonna wreck you bitch" i snarl as i look towards the clock, 5 minutes left to really work you over. I grab a dining chair and toss that at you, that too misses but smashes the mirror above the fireplace.

You ducked to avoid the chair and i took this opportunity to rush you, i pretty much charge into you, a full on body to body splash if you will as i try and slam you back first into the wall

Eyes locked; I strain every last sinew as I resist your attack. A simple test of strength is now for me the most important test of my life. Losing to you is utterly unthinkable; but then again losing to you at anything would be crushing. Us girls don't always like to admit it but occasionally in life you meet a woman who you absolutely must always beat. Doesn't matter the arena or form of competition; it can be a race, a catfight, it can be who gets the most attention when she crosses her legs...doesn't matter! What matters is that you beat that bitch at all costs and with you; I've met my bitch. I've met my white whale...I will hunt you; I will beat you! I will never give up! Even if this pursuit destroys me; I can't let it go. I am the better woman; I must be...I will be!

With my psyche consumed by the thought of beating you; you hiss:

"You lousy bitch"

Your words snap me out and I hiss back:

"Jealous trollop!"

Suddenly you raise your leg and go to stamp on my foot. This is a tactic I know all too well well and I deftly move my ankle out of the way. However your attack was a feint and you skill fully use the opportunity presented to free yourself from my grasp and immediately push my shoulders.

"Bitch" I snap at you as I begin to stumble backwards a few steps. It is at that moment you grab a vase filled with flowers and throw it at me. You miss and the vase shatters against the wall sending flowers, water and shards of China everywhere.

"My vase...you fucking bitch!" I scream almost at the same time as you snarl at me:

"I'm gonna wreck you bitch"

"Bring it on cxnt!" I snap back

And that's exactly what you do as you grab and hurl a chair in my direction; I dodge the chair but in doing so I'm off balance and at that moment you rush me. Your body slams into mine a mere few seconds after the sound of breaking glass from my mirror echoes around the room.

The initial slap of our bodies together must of stung you as much as me and I dig my feet the best I can into my floor and I raise my arms and push into your shoulders as I try to slow down the momentum of this movement. However the force; the physics of this situation are in your favour and you successfully end up pushing me against the wall. My shoulders take the brunt of the Impact and I scream in pain:

"Ow...Bitch! Owwww you fucking bitch!" I scream; my face red with rage...as tears, mascara and sweat weep down my cheeks.

In desperation and acting on instinct I send my right knee towards your stomach And scream in your face:

FUCK YOU ERIN!

Yt

As you may have noticed, if you were paying attention (you better had be paying attention or you'll be getting a slap from Katie) i'm now as focused on breaking up the bitches apartment as i am on breaking up the bitch. That does not mean she's escaped my wrath tho, not a bit of it, we still have the second part of this fight over at my place.

After tossing the vase...ok, hurling the vase at you and making a nasty attempt to wipe you out with a chair i charge at you, my temper well and truely out of control for the moment. I launch into you, our bodies slam together and you are driven back into the wall. You scream, call me names, i reply in best best sarcastic manner..."Ooohh...owwww...oh please stop, that name calling is really hurting me"

I feel that i might just be starting to wear you down now but if i am you obviously haven't yet realised it as you send a knee up into my tummy. A look of surprise spreads over my face, then i cough and retreat away from you holding said tummy.

"You shouldn't have done that bitch, now ya gonna pay"

And just as i spit out those words the timer goes off and our 15 minutes is up. Stuff that, i flash my claws and close with you, my right hand flashes out towards your face as i look to carve some tramlines on you as you did on me.

"Let's not waste any time and take this to my apartment" i hiss as i again swipe at your face with my nails.."I'm gonna fu@king destroy you"

Now if you for one minute think i'm gonna turn my back on you as i head for the door you don't know me too well. I know you well enough to know the split second i turn my back you'll be all over me like a cheap raincoat, so, i walk crablike to the door, keeping my eyes firmly fixed on you. I fumble for the doorhandle, my fingers close around it and i ease it open. I do the same across the hallway and ease my door open. Yes it was left unlocked, i mean, where did you think i was going to stash a key? between my boobs?

We enter and stand facing each other across the lounge. The cream carpet beneath our feet, i don't have much in the way of furniture, just a sofa by the back wall, a TV on brackets on the facing wall and a bookcase on the side wall.

"So this is it bitch, 15 minutes of pure hatred to settle this"

With my back against the wall proverbially and literally in this catfight; I know that I need to step it up a gear or two to get the better of that harlot Erin. With our foreheads nearly touching and the sweat from our bodies mingling; myself and Erin tussle with each other. Bodies pressed together we continue unleash insult; after insult! But then your insults turn to mocking; as you sneer:

"Ooohh...owwww...oh please stop, that name calling is really hurting me"

My face contorts with rage; insults I can take. But being mocked by Erin is a step too fucking far for this bitch! My knee finds your soft underbelly and I deliver a blow just hard enough to give you second thoughts. You begin to cough and move away from me; Immediately I take a moment to try and ease my soreness; I perform a few quick stretches just to make sure my arms are still fighting fit. Thankfully they pass the test! Meanwhile as you hold your tummy; you snarl:

"You shouldn't have done that bitch, now ya gonna pay"

I snap back:

"Fuck you Erin...we're catfighting not ball room dancing bitch and I will do whatever I fucking want"

*Beep-Beep-Beep*

The alarm goes off signalling the end of the catfight in my apartment. You look at me with an overconfident grin and hiss:

"Let's not waste any time and take this to my apartment" You playfully swipe your nails at my face; as a threat of what is to come. I smile and show my nails to you; I don't say a word but my smile says it all - No bitch likes to scratch more than me!

Then with one final hiss you say:

"I'm gonna fu@king destroy you"

You're over confident boast bores me so much; that I can't even be bothered to swear at you; my response is very much reminiscent of teenage Kate:

"Yeah...whatever Erin!"

I watch you carefully make your way over to your apartment. However you can't look both ways at once; and as you stumble to find the handle to open your doors. I quickly grab a stick of gum from my bookshelf; which I proceed to chew on and snatch the already opened bottle of red from earlier. I follow you into your apartment and as soon as you start talking; I get to work.

You snarl at me:

"So this is it bitch, 15 minutes of pure hatred to settle this"

But even before the words finish coming out of your mouth; I walk around your room making sure I pour red wine over your nice cream carpet. As the last drop hits the carpet I hiss:

"Oh Erin...did you want some?"

With a smile on my face I then throw the bottle at your TV with inevitable results. With a satisfied grin on my face I hiss:

"Hmm let's catfight bitch!"

I walk over to you and as soon as our bras touch; I push both your shoulders and immediately follow up with a thunderously stinging right hand slap to your left cheek!

"Bitch" I hiss at you; while inside I'm in ecstasy. That slap felt so good!

Yt

I can hardly believe what i'm seeing, i don't know whether to cry or take your head off, i settle for taking your head off.

You sashay around my lounge pouring the remains of the red wine over my cream carpet. I don't care about the carpet, it's the criminal waste of wine that upsets me. Truthfully tho, my carpet is ruined and as you toss the bottle at the tv, we both watch as the screen shatters. I can hardly have expected anything else from you after what i did in your apartment but this just raises the stakes to an all time high.

Still red, marked up and breathing heavily i flex my arms, clench and unclench my fists then stretch out my legs. My desire, nay, need to destroy this bitch is in danger of bubbling over. Good job i don't posses a baseball bat or i would literally take her head off.

I've fought some nasty bitches, won some, lost some, enjoyed most, but this bitch, well it's personal, she goes down or i do and right at this moment either is in balance.

I stalk around the room, the carpet squelching under my feet. The smell of wine masks the smell of stale sweat, old perfume and last nights takeaway. You too are stalking around the room. "Let's catfight bitch" you hiss. Like what do you think we've been doing, sheesh.

You walk lithely across the room towards me, i bring up my arms and settle into a slight crouch. I'm going to wait till you are right in front of me before making my move. We get so close our bras grind together, before i can make my move you slam me back with a solid push to my shoulders. My back hits the wall and as it does is immediately followed by a stinging slap to my left cheek.
I stagger to my right, nearly go down, there was real force and venom behind that slap that knocked me dizzy.

My right hand presses back against the wall to steady myself, my legs are a bit unsteady though so i thrust off the wall and lunge at you. My arms encircle your body, wrapping you up tightly while my head clears. "We forgot the timer" i groan although i know full well this fight will only end now when one of us lies beaten and defeated on my wine soaked carpet.

As I literally dance around Erin's apartment, still chewing my gum and pouring red wine all over her carpet, I'm reminded of a favorite song of mine—*Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.* I love this song for two reasons: firstly, my second name is Lucy; and secondly, in terms of my musical tastes, I'm definitely a child of the '60s, '70s, and '80s. Oh, and thirdly, I love the free-spirited nature of this song. Yes, I know I said two reasons, but newsflash...I'm a bitch! And I lie! Not all the time, of course, but a well-placed lie here and a whisper in the right ear there are powerful tools when used wisely. They are tools every bitch should master, in my humble opinion—especially if she plans to rise to the top of her chosen social circle. But now for some free advice: never forget that friends are like rungs on the ladder of success for any real bitch...never hesitate to step on them! *Giggle* That goes doubly so if you're wearing heels! However, I digress...

With the sound of Erin's TV screen breaking, I look deeply into the bitch's eyes and chew my gum playfully. I smirk as the sound of my slap fills the room, and my legs almost go weak from the thrill of finally slapping your bitch-ass face. I begin to chew my gum more excitedly than ever as you stagger to the right. However, your instincts serve you well as you use your hands to steady yourself against the wall, then push off and throw yourself at me. Our bodies slap together, and without the slightest hesitation, your arms wrap around my body. Your bear hug-style hold crushes us together, and as expected, our breasts absorb the worst of the pain. Yet, it's also true to say that our chests were not unhappy at the thought of fighting each other, as I feel my nipples and yours begin to stiffen even further.

"Argh, you fucking bitch! Let me the fuck go!" I snarl into your hate-filled face, and wow, you do hate me. Looking into your eyes, I see an eruption of hatred on a scale I've never seen before in my life. I would say you've gone Krakatoa on me, and I love it and hate it in equal measure. For me, a good catfight needs risk, jeopardy, and venomous hatred, and wow, do we have all three. Honestly, this experience is actually rather sexy...hmm, I digress again.

What I can't ignore, however, is the fact that when you wrapped your arms around my upper body, you also managed to ensnare my arms with your own. I desperately begin to struggle and try to slip them out of your tight embrace, but I just can't free them. While I can't punch or slap you as I crave to do, there are other avenues of attack open to this bitch. In the end, I select a dirty one. My arms bend at the elbows, and my hands thrust in the direction of your thong. I grab hold of it, and without hesitation, I begin to pull it up and into your kitty. As I look coldly into your eyes, still chewing my gum, I pause and say:

"Let the fuck go of me, you bitch!"

Yet as I confidently make my demands of you; you also see the pain etched in my face. Once again this fight you're crushing my body with your own. While this experience is not as painful as your scissors from earlier; the pain is once again targeting the same region of my body and my legs begin to show signs of wobbling. Uncertainty hangs above us both at this moment; the outcome is unclear. Yet one fact is undeniable - neither of us is in an enviable position!

Yt

Although my arms are wrapped tightly around you and our sweating bodies are pressed firmly together. We squirm and twist but this is far from an erotic situation. I really wanna finish you as you wanna finish me.

We glare into each others eyes, i'm still trying to shake off the after effects of that vicious slap that nearly knocked me to the floor.

Then you get dirty, you wriggle your arms, i think you are trying to free them, but you are not. You manage to work enough freedom to slide them down where you grab hold of my thong, bunching it up in your hand you savagely yank it up cutting deep into my kitty. I yelp in surprise and pain. I go up on tiptoes. "Fu@k you bitch" i squeal as tears appear in the corners of my eyes.

I unwrap my arms from around you and push at your shoulders, as i do this my thong, which is only made from very thin fabric tears and comes away in your hand. This is my chance...

I lunge forwards at you and again i wrap my arms around you, only this time i look to lift your feet off the carpet, not by much, maybe an inch possibly two. Looking to keep up my forward momentum i then almost trip forwards, but this was a planned trip as i go to slam you down onto my wine soaked carpet, my body going down with yours as i look to land fully on top of you, hopefully driving the air from your lungs in the process.

My hands, which i removed from your back just before impact now slide over your body, my right, balled into a fist looks to slam into your side, my left travels on up to your hair. "How many times have you slammed my head you bitch?" i hiss as i look to lift your head by your hair and slam it down onto the carpet. Now i know this just ain't gonna hurt much but as a diversion it's not bad. My aim is to slide myself up to a sitting position and move on up your body till i'm sat on those proud tits of yours.

With my hands wrapped tightly around your thong; I pull up on it with all my might. The intensity I feel in this moment; my desire...no need to inflict harm on you almost overwhelms my senses. My brow and breasts begin to sweat profusely. I grit my teeth as I stretch every sinew I have; I'm totally consumed by a vengeful style of lust that craves to see the pain etched on your face. You begin to stand on your tip toes; as you desperately try to evade my cruel and vile assault on your womanhood. With tears in your eyes you squeal in my face:

"Fuck you bitch"

I smile back and hiss:

"Nasty slut...I bet your pussy has had worse experiences you dirty whore!"

But then you release your grip of my body and with both hands push my shoulders; as you do so a quirk of fate comes to your aid. As the material on your thong gives way and my hands and body recoil with your dirty thong in my hands. These events conspire against me! I stumble backwards with your thong held in my hands; the suddenness of this wardrobe malfunction takes me by surprise and you cease an opportunity to attack.

Swiftly you lunge at me and wrap your arms around me again and with a tremendous show of strength and fortitude you lift me off the ground and then intentionally hurl me and you onto the wine stained carpet. My already sore body slams into the floor and simultaneously your body lands on mine. So great is the impact that my tasty gum is flung from my mouth to find a new home in your carpet. The sudden shock of falling disorientates me and for a few brief seconds I wonder where I am. But then the pain of the fall sneaks up on me and ravages my body:

"Owwwwww you fucking bitch....Owwwwwwww"

With tears in my eyes; mascara running down my sweaty cheeks I flail beneath you on the floor. But as I flail you make a fist with your right hand and slam it into my side. I gasp as the air is forcibly expelled from my body. I want to scream out in pain; but with your left hand you grab my hair and slam my head repeatedly into the carpet. This attack disorientates me even further and for a moment I think I actually black out? I'm in total disarray and by the time I open my eyes time; when I do I awake. I'm greeted by the ungodly sight of you straddling my body; or more precisely you're straddling my tits.

You look down at me with a evil grin plastered across your over made up face. It's a grin a I know too well; it's the look of a bitch with cruel intentions (Cruel Intentions - Great film btw). I reach out with my arms and grab both of your stockings; my nails dig into your thighs as I shred them and claw at your legs. My attack is driven by instinct more than rational thought. At most my assault is an annoyance to you; but my back and stomach have been pounded all evening and I feel as if my core is failing me.

I squeal in pain as I scream up into your face:

"Get the fuck off me you fucking cow!"

Yt

This song keeps on going around in my head...*And now the end is near and so you face the final curtain* Apologies to whoever wrote it for the slight but vital alteration.

I have you down and for the first time since we met i can feel your resolve start to weaken. Me sitting on your chest must be affecting your breathing somewhat. Then just when i think it's all over you rake those sharp nails over my thighs and rip and tear at my stockings.

"You nasty, low life, trailer trash BITCH" i scream. God how i'd love to plant my fist right into your ugly face right at this moment, but i ain't gonna. I wriggle and squirm as your nails carve red tram lines in the thighs i am so proud of. I can feel your tits getting squashed underneath me. I consider finishing you with a facesit but no way will i risk you taking chunks outta my labia with your teeth, i know you'd do it to.

So, i shuffle back off your chest whilst keeping a tight hold on your hair, pulling your head up hard off the carpet. I slip down until we are hip to hip and almost crotch to crotch. My feet slide inside your calves and i start to widen my legs to spread yours wide apart.

My right hand then covers your nose and mouth as i push your head back down, trying to hold it in place with my left hand.

"Just let me know if or when you've had enough bitch" i sneer as i start to try and smother you out, knowing full well there is no way you can answer.

(Note to self, make rule about no biting cos i do a mean facesit or breast smother)

I feel you weakening quickly and for the first time since we met the rage inside me starts to subside. We've fought each other to a virtual standstill and i can respect you for that.

I release the grapevine and smother attempt and stand up, pulling you upright by your hair. We are both more than a bit wobbly but i'm on home turf so no doubt feel a bit more comfortable then you. I go to the door, dragging you along behind me. Opening said door i pull you out into the corridor then sling you face first at your door.

"Sleep well....BITCH"

The End...?

Well I hope everyone has enjoyed reading about myself and Erin as much as I've enjoyed fighting her? I could write all day about how talented Erin is and the beauty of her writing style; but I don't want to make Erin blush or do I? Hmm....

However from my perspective things between myself and Erin are only just warming up and when I have licked my wounds...revenge will be mine in Episode two. In fact Erin...what you say to Episode Two - Revenge of the Bitch?

*Wraps my arms around Erin and hugz the stuffing out of her*

Xoxo
Kate xx

I can but echo what Katie said. We fight for our own enjoyment and also for the enjoyment of the reader. As i told Katie, it takes two to tango, very rarely if ever do you see a good fight where one is excellent and the other illiterate. Katie is far from illiterate and an excellent fighter.

I'll be sleeping with one eye open cos i know that nasty bitch will be after revenge, however, i beat her once and i can do it again...i hope.

Thanks Katie, that was a great fight.

Erin xxx

Thanks for the great story Ladies.I can't wait to see what's next from the two of you.

Quote from: Catjen on October 10, 2024, 03:03:28 PM

Quote from: Wicked on October 04, 2024, 12:50:40 PM
Thanks for the great story Ladies.I can't wait to see what's next from the two of you.

Well it's already scripted so that Kate will win so they can have a trilogy.
Then Lauren tatt will be involved in some love triangle between them.
Erin has to to fuck someone in her matches so that's my prediction.

Well gee, Jen, you old bitch, it's like you just want to piss off everyone all at once!    You better watch your back!

Quote from: Catjen on October 10, 2024, 03:03:28 PM

Quote from: Wicked on October 04, 2024, 12:50:40 PM
Thanks for the great story Ladies.I can't wait to see what's next from the two of you.

Well it's already scripted so that kate will win so they can have a trilogy.
Then Lauren tatt will be involved in some love triangle between them.
Erin has to to fuck someone in her matches so that's my prediction.

Whoa, wait, what? How did I get pulled into this? Love triangle? Don't think so. No love here, that's for sure.  :P

Kate, Erin and I do have a date coming up soon, that part is true. Well, kind of. But there will be 10 others joining us at the Witch party so there ain't gonna be no triangle. A pentagram, maybe.  ;D

Sorry, Jen, as far as you trying to be the champion of making predictions, well, I hate to break it to ya ... But your torch has just been put out and you've been voted off the island.  ;)

Those are some interesting and wild theories :)

However hand on heart I have no plans to engage in any love triangles with anyone. As for how will myself and Erin's story continue? Well that's something me and Erin will discuss when the time is right. Right now I'm focusing on Halloween :)

Xoxo
Kate

Quote from: Catjen on October 14, 2024, 02:40:47 AM

Quote from: Lauren Vanessa (Tatt Cat) on October 11, 2024, 07:25:02 AM

Quote from: Catjen on October 10, 2024, 03:03:28 PM

Quote from: Wicked on October 04, 2024, 12:50:40 PM
Thanks for the great story Ladies.I can't wait to see what's next from the two of you.

Well it's already scripted so that kate will win so they can have a trilogy.
Then Lauren tatt will be involved in some love triangle between them.
Erin has to to fuck someone in her matches so that's my prediction.

Whoa, wait, what? How did I get pulled into this? Love triangle? Don't think so. No love here, that's for sure.  :P

Kate, Erin and I do have a date coming up soon, that part is true. Well, kind of. But there will be 10 others joining us at the Witch party so there ain't gonna be no triangle. A pentagram, maybe.  ;D

Sorry, Jen, as far as you trying to be the champion of making predictions, well, I hate to break it to ya ... But your torch has just been put out and you've been voted off the island.  ;)

Lol didn't know I was on the island It must be huge since we never crossed paths. Lucky for you!!!!!!!!
We will see if I'm right or wrong

Lucky for me? I don't think so.  ;)  If we met on that beach, trust me, no one would have to vote you off the island. You'd put out your own torch. And run.  :P

Quote from: Catjen on October 14, 2024, 02:36:55 AM

Quote from: Dicey_Kate on October 12, 2024, 02:34:08 PM
Those are some interesting and wild theories :)

However hand on heart I have no plans to engage in any love triangles with anyone. As for how will myself and Erin's story continue? Well that's something me and Erin will discuss when the time is right. Right now I'm focusing on Halloween :)

Xoxo
Kate

You me kate kate I did give you some ideas
Good luck on your poll and be yourself like you told me when we chatted a few months ago
Trust no you especially a wild cat that's on the prowl.
Jen x

Trusting other girls during a catfight...hehe what an extraordinary idea :o

Xoxo
Kate

You are both amazing maybe I need to visit on my visit to my cousin Erin *giggles*.I'm sure there is a ton we have in common :)

Such a hot fight.