Stacy left her shared cabin with Jamie feeling bitter, embarrassed and angry. She had only gone after one suspect so far whereas Jamie had investigated more. On top of that, she suffered a crushing defeat against said suspect. The honey blonde bombshell had fought many beautiful and voluptuous opponents in her life. She had achieved many victories and suffered many defeats but her defeat at the hands of Hannah was the most humiliating of them all by far. The blood rushed her face as she remembered the indescribable indignation of her hair being raped by the other blonde.
Every fiber of her being yearned for a rematch and to give the masseuse a taste of her own medicine but Stacy was still a CIA agent and still had a mission to complete. She had to investigate other suspects and get a lead before Jamie expanded her head start. There would be time for sweet revenge later. Especially if Hannah was indeed the perp she was looking for. For now though, Hannah had a strong desire to face another blonde for obvious reasons. So she decided to specifically go after security chief Rebecca in order to scratch that itch.
The honey blonde was given a map of the entire ship by the agency and used it to locate the security quarters, which was where Rebecca would most likely be. She could tell from her target’s picture that she was a strawberry blonde. Stacy was a staunch honey blonde supremacist and like many of that mindset, she looked down on strawberry blondes as phonies. Redheads trying to be something they’re not. Stacy was also particularly bitter towards redheads right now. Again, for obvious reasons. Today was not a good day at all to be Rebecca Hudson.
Stacy had found her way to the security quarters and using the all purpose keycard she had been given by the agency, she got in. She then used her watch to hack the security cameras and make herself invisible to them. It was rather quiet, as expected. It was morning and most of the security would be out and about on deck, doing their jobs. Technically, Stacy’s mission was to infiltrate Rebecca’s quarters and find incriminating evidence of her links to the Bringers of Light doomsday cult. However, Stacy was spoiling for a fight and secretly hoped that her prey would be there. She craved nothing more than for another hot bitch to submit to her superior cxnt right now.
She creeped through the hallways, looking for any room that might stand out in a way that would imply that it belonged to the head of security. Predictably enough, she found just that in the dead center of the security quarters. Rebecca’s room was rather extravagant and fancy. About as good as Stacy’s own cabin, perhaps. Stacy began snooping through drawers as she noticed a picture of a man on the nightstand next to the bed. Stacy picked it up and saw that it was of Owen Broderick. The owner of the ship. Stacy scoffed.
“Somebody has a crush.” Stacy said mockingly to no one in particular.
“And somebody else is busted.” A voice said from behind Stacy.
The honey blonde immediately turned around, waving her thick hair with her as she noticed her very target standing in front of her. She smiled deviously in response. This was exactly what she wanted.
“Care to explain yourself before I haul your ass in the brig?” Rebecca asked threateningly.
“Stacy Mason. CIA.” Stacy answered. “I’m on official business.”
“I haven’t heard that one before.” Rebecca said. “Why don’t you come with me and explain yourself?”
“I don’t need to explain myself to a glorified mall cop.” Stacy said coldly. “Besides, it’s classified.”
“I have enough trouble makers on this cruise without you playing spy.” Rebecca said.
“Well, at least I’m better at playing spy than you playing blonde.” Stacy mocked.
“What the fuck did you just say?!” Rebecca asked angrily as her eyes went wide.
Stacy had read Rebecca’s psychological profile and knew that such a thing was a sore spot for Rebecca. So, she pressed on.
“You heard me.” Stacy said smugly. “Strawberry blondes are nothing but wannabes. This is what a real blonde looks like.”
Stacy then held out her hair to show the other woman.
“Rich, golden locks that shine like the sun.” Stacy bragged. “Nothing like that cheap period blood colored rat’s nest that you’ve got there.”
Rebecca’s face was one of pure fury.
“You self-aggrandizing bitch!” Rebecca cursed.
“I don’t know who that man is you’re thirsty for.” Stacy said, lying. “But he’d be better off with a real blonde.”
“That man is Owen Broderick! One of the richest men in the world! And my boss!” Rebecca said. “And one day, he’ll be mine!”
“Why don’t you just ask him to fuck you?” Stacy asked. “He’s a man. They’re all the same. Or do you have so little self esteem?”
“He’s much more than just a man!” Rebecca argued. “And if you even try to touch him, I’ll rip those precious piss colored locks of yours out of your empty head one strand at a time!”
“Oh, I’m so scared.” Stacy said sarcastically. “If you think you’re so much better for him than me, why don’t you come over here so that we can settle this like women?”
“I was gonna do that anyway for you going through my panty drawers.” Rebecca said. “But now that you’ve gone and messed with the bull, you’ll get the horn over and over and over again until you’ve been pumped dry!”
“I’d like to see you try, faker!” Stacy dared.
The two then quickly and efficiently stripped themselves of their bikinis, leaving their tits and pussies exposed for both of them to ogle each other. They then wasted no time in marching towards one another until Stacy’s F cups and Rebbeca’s G cups mashed together in a jiggly collision of tit flesh as they wrapped their arms around each other’s waists. They were just about to start grinding when Rebecca suddenly pulled away for some reason, disappointing Stacy.
“Hold on a second…” Rebecca said in a much calmer tone than before. “Why don’t we make this a little more interesting?”
“I’m listening.” Stacy said with curiosity.
Rebecca then walked over to her night stand and bent over to pull out its drawer. Her firm, pear shaped ass stuck out in front of Stacy. The honey blonde grinned and gave it a nice spank as the sound bounced off of the walls.
“I’ll get you for that, bitch.” Rebecca said with tranquil fury.
The strawberry blonde then found what she was looking for and held out two bottles of vegetable oil before handing one to Stacy.
“I don’t think I need to explain what we do with these, do I?” Rebecca asked.
“This is hardly my first rodeo, slut.” Stacy said. “Besides, I think vegetable oil is much better for the game than baby oil.”
“Finally we agree on something.” Rebecca said. “Now hold still and let me oil you, whore.”
“No. I’m oiling you first.” Stacy insisted.
“It was my idea. I get to oil you first.” Rebecca argued.
“Like Hell! Hold still!” Stacy demanded.
“Why don’t you try and make me, girlfriend?” Rebecca dared.
“You wish I was your girlfriend, skank!” Stacy spat.
The two blonde spitfires then charged at each other again, still holding their bottles of vegetable oil as they splashed and doused one another with the stuff. Stacy couldn’t help but enjoy this little oil fight as it reminded her of being cummed on. A feeling that she was hopelessly addicted to and one that she fully planned on experiencing here. The two vixens kept spilling vegetable oil on one another and rubbing it into their soon to be opponent’s curvaceous forms. They rubbed it into everything. Arms, legs, thighs, faces, hair and of course tits and asses. They didn’t oil pussies though as they would be naturally lubed up very soon.
Eventually, the two battling blonde bombshells completely emptied both of their bottles and they were now completely drenched in the stuff. So much so that they were both dripping. Luckily Rebecca’s cabin had hardwood flooring but that also meant that they had to be careful not to slip. They were both panting a little from their brief, oily catfight.
“Okay…” Stacy said as she caught her breath and flipped her oil drenched hair back, splashing a little off. “We’re both oiled now…Let’s get to me fucking you to a pulp.”
“I think you meant to say “Let’s get to getting my pussy milked dry by the far superior woman.” Rebecca mocked.
“Shut up and get over here.” Stacy commanded.
The two slid on the hardwood flooring until their legs crossed and their lower lips fused together into one.
“Agh!” Rebecca groaned.
“Fuck!” Stacy cursed.
It wasn’t common for two opponents to start a fight getting straight into the tribbing but the two blondes were both fired up and raring to go. Their oil covered bodies flowed like water as they each pumped into their opponent. Their oil slicked honey blonde and strawberry blonde hair that they both took so much pride in matted to their naked skin when it wasn’t busy shaking along with their rapid movements. Tits and nipples slid into one another as they each grabbed the back of their enemy’s head for balance.
“You’re dripping like a faucet for me, you horny bimbo.” Rebecca taunted.
“Oh, please.” Stacy scoffed. “Your pathetic twat could turn the Sahara into a waterpark right now!”
Such unique trash talk was surely the sign of a fulfilling rivalry now in full bloom. Rebecca pulled Stacy in for some tongue action and the honey blonde was more than happy to oblige. The sounds of sloppy kissing, lips popping and spit being sucked back and swallowed filled the room. Stacy slowly and sensually ran her hand down her opponent’s flawless, oily form and grabbed a hold of her tight, muscular ass cheek. Rebecca immediately reciprocated by squeezing Stacy’s own ass cheek so hard that one would think she was trying to tear it off.
“You kiss like shit, whore.” Stacy mocked as she broke the passionate make out session before immediately resuming it.
“Is that why you’re moaning so much?” Rebecca asked rhetorically as she did the exact same thing before quickly getting back to it.
They both continued pumping into each other relentlessly. Rebecca eventually took it one step further by breaking their make out session in a spray of saliva before pushing her rival down onto her back and seductively crawling on top of her before pressing her succulent G cups on top of Stacy’s ever so slightly smaller F cups.
“How do a real woman’s pair of tits feel crushing your inferior bags of air?” Rebecca asked tauntingly.
“You’re one cup size bigger than me. So the fuck what?” Stacy asked dismissively. “Size means nothing unless you know how to use those two gifts.”
“Then let me show you what I can do.” Rebecca said deviously.
Stacy’s oily honey blonde locks fanned out behind her head on the hardwood floor as Rebecca’s own oil coated strawberry blonde hair fell down in front of both of their faces as Rebecca massaged her womanly splendor into those of her bitter rival. She moved herself back and forth, up and down, left and right, grinding those hard pink nubs across and all over the honey blonde’s own pair. Stacy could not deny how amazing it felt but she was still far from satisfied.
“You grind tits like Polygon journalists play games!” Stacy insulted.
“Oh, that’s a low blow, cxnt.” Rebecca said. “So why don’t I kick it up a notch?”
The woman on top proceeded to do exactly that. She began rubbing her breasts all over her opponent’s as hard and as fast as she could without needlessly exerting herself and therefore leaving herself open. She anticipated that that was what Stacy was aiming for with her sharp tongue but Rebecca was no rookie. Just before she was about to tire herself out, Rebecca stopped her tit on tit massage and held Stacy down by her arms.
“Well, how was that?” Rebecca asked proudly.
“I barely felt any of that.” Stacy mocked.
“Well, let’s see if you fucking feel this one!” Rebecca snapped.
The strawberry blonde then suddenly rammed her tongue straight through the lips of her rival beneath her and used it to violate her mouth as Stacy used her own tongue to fight back. As F cups and G cups compressed into one another, Rebecca used her legs to pry open Stacy’s legs and began pussy fucking her in that position.
“Mmmmmffff!!!” Stacy yelled frantically into their vicious kissing war.
She squirmed around in a desperate attempt to try and escape the sexual onslaught being dished out onto her by the supposedly inferior blonde but it was no use. The intoxicating warmth of their oily skin pressing together combined with the almost otherworldly pleasure slowly began to erode her will to fight but Stacy kept fighting and resisting as Rebecca began sucking on her tongue sloppily and lustfully.
‘I bet you can feel it now and then some, you pretentious cxnt!’ Rebecca thought to herself as she continued having her way with her enemy.
Stacy had snuck in here, intruding in Rebecca’s private space, snooping through her underwear and dared to mock her love for her boss straight to her face. Now she was paying the price and it was beyond cathartic for Rebecca. Stacy herself had now realized that she had underestimated Rebecca, just as she had underestimated Hannah but unlike with Hannah, she had caught her mistake early enough to adapt and hopefully turn this fight around…eventually. For now though, Stacy felt her clit getting pinned and pushed inward by its counterpart and soon, the honey blonde could not hold herself back any longer. Rebecca could notice it as well and broke the kiss just to hear her scream and boy ever, did she scream.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!” Stacy screamed like a banshee as she climaxed and pumped her orgasmic discharge straight up into Rebecca’s pussy pipe.
The strawberry blonde let out a euphoric exhale as she felt the hot liquid inject itself inside of her. Every nympho’s favorite feeling in the world. More so than actually cumming, in fact. As Stacy was left combating her post orgasmic winding, Rebecca reached behind her head, bunched all of her hair into one and yanked on it hard.
“Ugh!” Stacy groaned in pain as Rebecca pulled both her and herself up.
“You take so much pride in this hair of yours but it’s nothing special.” Rebecca said as she held Stacy’s head at crotch level.
“Even before I doused it in oil, I could tell how ratty, stringy and dried out it was.” Rebecca continued mocking. “Maybe it could use a nice cum shower.”
Those words were like a jolt of adrenaline to Stacy’s cold heart. The thought of her precious hair once again getting forcibly fucked by yet another blonde that she considered inferior was far too much for her to bare. It wasn’t going to happen. No more Ms. Nice Girl. Stacy grabbed Rebecca’s legs and yanked them out from under her, causing her to fall but thankfully they were close enough to Rebecca’s bed for her head to be cushioned by it.
“Not on the best day of your life, fire crotch!” Stacy bragged.
“I’m not a fucking redhead!” Rebecca insisted. “I’m a blonde and I always will be! A better blonde than you in fact!”
“Then I hope you can take a good cxnt fucking like a real blonde!” Stacy proclaimed.
She then pulled her opponent up on the bed and slammed her down on top of it before joining her.
“Ugh! You’re getting oil all over my bed!” Rebecca complained.
“That won’t be the only fluid spilling out all over it!” Stacy said.
The honey blonde then pulled her rival’s leg up on her shoulder, creating an opening that she immediately filled with her own twat, bringing them together again. Rebecca bit down on her bottom lip as Stacy humped her mercilessly. The bed shook and the springs made those distinctive sounds as they fucked. Stacy’s F cup jublies and shiny yellow hair bounced and flew all around as she moved so rapidly. Rebecca had no intentions to just lie down and take it, however. She humped herself back upwards into Stacy, making her own hair and tits jiggle in response. Just because she was on the bottom doesn’t mean she’s completely defenseless.
“You know, I do like myself a good cum shower.” Stacy said. “But I’ll make you shower me with it using my tongue and without any input from you! I’ll make you bukkake me all over your own bed!”
“You’re such a filthy cum slut!” Rebecca mocked. “I like it!”
“Then you’re gonna love this!” Stacy said.
She began fucking her opponent harder and faster. She secured Rebecca’s leg in her arm and reached down to fondle and play with the strawberry blonde’s G cups. She squeezed, pinched and twisted her nipples before she began playfully clapping her breasts against one another.
“Agh!” Rebecca groaned.
“Oh, I’m sorry, little girl. Did that hurt?” Stacy asked tauntingly as she kept smacking Rebecca’s tits together.
“You fucking bitch!” Rebecca cursed as she reached up to give Stacy a taste of her own medicine.
The two battling blonde bombshells kept this up for quite some time. Humping each other while also assaulting one another’s breasts. Their expressions were ones of pure and utter determination. They had become so completely absorbed in what they were doing that nothing could even begin to distract them from it. A sort of hyperfixation that nymphos get when they become so immersed in the fight that they begin to develop a one track mind.
Rebecca continued to fight back but Stacy’s superior position on her enemy was becoming clearer and clearer by the second. A more rational part of Rebecca was thinking that fighting back in this position was a senseless waste of precious energy but the thought of just submitting to someone she despised so much, even temporarily, was insufferable to her. She would not let that happen. No matter what. However, as Stacy continued to fuck her, paw at her tits and shake the bed with her, Rebecca simply could not hold herself back any longer.
“Ohhhhhh!!!” Rebecca cried as she climaxed.
“Yeeeessss…” Stacy moaned blissfully as she was filled up with hot feminine fluids.
As the strawberry blonde’s orgasm subsided, Stacy pulled herself off of her rival, peeling their fused, sex slimed labia apart with a grunt. Stacy had realized that she had worked herself up quite a bit from all that tribbing. She had to be smart about what to do next. She smiled sinisterly ear to ear as the perfect idea popped into her nymphomaniacal blonde head.
“You know, I think you were onto something earlier.” Stacy said deviously as Rebecca was still left huffing and puffing. “I think I actually could use a nice cum shower. Starting now!”
Before the strawberry blonde could catch her breath, let alone react, Stacy pounced right between her legs, sticking her dump truck ass out like a cat as she forcibly pried poor Rebecca’s legs open. The sadistic honey blonde then licked her lips before diving straight into her opponent’s red, ripe muff. She licked and slurped loudly as she devoured her prey like the starving predator that she was.
“Uggghhhh!!” Rebecca groaned. “You goddamn cxnt eating whore!”
Stacy had no problem proving Rebecca right on that remark as she feasted on her ruthlessly. She didn’t know how much of Rebbeca’s cum she was more or less drinking and how much was her own cum but that just added to the fun. Stacy was a proud and passionate cum slut and loved nothing more than tasting, swallowing, getting pumped full of and/or getting completely covered in women’s cum. It was always a highlight of any fight to her and no fight felt complete without at least one of those things or preferably all of them.
Rebecca wrapped her smooth, shapely legs around Stacy’s head as she was being mercilessly tongue fucked. Rebecca could now truly tell that Stacy wasn’t kidding when she said that this wasn’t her first rodeo. Her tongue skills were just Heavenly. The strawberry blonde would never admit it, at least not outloud but her honey blonde nemesis had quite possibly the best pussy eating skills of any nympho that she had ever taken on. She had just cum mere minutes ago and now she was heating up again. The feeling of Stacy’s smooth, slick, wet tongue penetrating her and violating her insides over and over and over again was just unbearable. She did not know how much more of this she could take but she soon found out.
“Fuuuuuuccccckkkk!!!!” Rebecca shrieked as she orgasmed yet again.
Stacy got the cum shower that she was hoping for and then some. She swallowed back as much as she could while letting the rest douse her face and hair in the viscous goo. Rebecca was left hyperventilating again as Stacy pulled back, licking the leftover pussy juice off of her lips lovingly.
“You taste delicious, you hot bitch.” Stacy said. “Here. You ought to try some yourself.”
Stacy then bent down again and pinched Rebecca’s nose closed, forcing her to breath through her mouth, which Stacy immediately filled with her own. She tongue fucked Rebecca’s mouth just as brutally as she had just tongue fucked her cxnt. She forcibly slopped her rival’s own cum back into her mouth for a full 30 seconds before finally letting the poor strawberry blonde breath. Rebecca coughed a bit before finally clearing her throat of its irritants. Stacy grabbed Rebecca by her reddish blonde hair and yanked it back.
“Ugh!” Rebecca groaned in pain.
“How’s it taste, cxnt?” Stacy asked mockingly.
“Go…fuck…yourself…” Rebecca cursed in between deep breaths.
Before Stacy could respond, Rebecca somehow managed to summon enough strength to pounce on her and forced her back down onto the mattress. Stacy’s head rested near the foot of the bed and her oil and cum soaked honey blonde tresses that she loved so dearly hung off of the edge of the bed like a drape of silk. Rebecca then wasted no time in repaying her enemy for that cunnilingual assault. She slammed her tongue straight through Stacy’s fleshy folds and began lapping at her juicy, tasty twat like nobody’s business.
“Shit!” Stacy cursed as she bit down on her bottom lip.
She pulled on Rebecca’s oily hair to get some level of control over her as she was eaten out but it did little to even slow her down. In truth, Rebecca was still quite winded but at this point. Stacy had infuriated her so much that she didn’t care. She would not submit or give her opponent any room to breathe, no matter what. Just keep fighting. Block out the exhaustion. Fuck her until it’s done. Nothing else matters. Stacy jerked her head back and forth in response to the sheer, overwhelming oral pleasure being dished out on her. There was not a doubt in her mind that Rebecca could dish it every bit as good as she could take it but that still would not be enough.
‘How do you like my tongue raping your pathetic little pussy, bitch?!’ Rebecca thought to herself as she continued her meal.
“Enjoy this while you can, you miserable little wannabe!” Stacy mocked. “When I’m done with you, you won’t have any choice in eating my pussy anymore!”
Rebecca responded by nibbling rather hard on Stacy’s pulsating, pink pleasure bud.
“Agh!” Stacy grunted in pain. “You goddamn, fucking cxnt!”
Rebecca was rather proud of herself for angering Stacy so much. However, she was about to get a surprise. Stacy took notice of her position on the very edge of the foot of the bed and it gave her an idea. The honey blonde wrapped her legs pretzel style around her strawberry blonde enemy’s head and then slipped off of the bed, taking Rebecca with her. Stacy did a handstand while still having Rebecca’s head pulled into her crotch, forcing her to get off of the bed and stand up. Rebecca was surprised by this but she would not falter. Not now. Not ever. She stood up, still not dislodging her mouth from Stacy’s cxnt and it was then that the honey blonde realized just how badly she had fucked herself with this little strategy.
It was clear to her that doing this handstand was a senselessly exerting stunt and the pleasure being dealt onto her at the tongue of Rebecca was making it harder and harder to maintain. The strawberry blonde held Stacy’s body towards hers and Stacy felt her opponent’s G cups being pressed into the back of her lower waist. The blood now rushing to her head wasn’t helping with her ever increasing fatigue but it did prove to be the silver lining of her mistake in one other area.
The blood rushing to her head meant less blood engorging her clit and pussy, thereby meaning that Rebecca had to work harder to make Stacy cum. Rebecca herself was fully aware of this fact, so she kicked it up a notch. She licked, kissed, spat, drooled into and occasionally nibbled at her rival’s twat with everything she had. She gave it her all. 100%. Nothing was stopping her. Stacy was already plenty worked up from already being eaten out so much on the bed. Combine that with Rebecca going full force on her and sooner or later, the inevitable was going to happen…and then it happened.
“Uggggghhhhh!!!” Stacy screeched as she came upwards like a fountain.
Rebecca swallowed as much of the sweet honey as she could but she ended up getting splashed right in the face with cum along with some of it seeping into her reddish blonde hair. She finally let Stacy go and Stacy finally undid her leg lock on Rebecca’s head as they both fell to the floor, panting like dogs. Rebecca rubbed her jawline. It had become sore from how brutally she had devoured Stacy. On top of that, holding her still in that awkward handstand at the same time had tired her out quite a bit. Her bones and muscles ached, begging her to let them rest. She ignored them and tried to get up but couldn’t. She was still conscious but her body had quit on her.
“Shit…” Rebecca cursed weakly.
Stacy, however had caught her breath and gotten back up and at it much faster than expected. She walked over to her rival on the floor, grinning down at her condescendingly.
“What’s the matter, wannabe? Too tired to keep going?” Stacy asked tauntingly.
“Fuck…off…” Rebecca cursed weakly.
In spite of her defiance, she knew Stacy was right. Rebecca let her anger get the better of her and overexerted herself needlessly. She didn’t consider herself a redhead but she certainly had the temper of one.
“Since you want to be a blonde so badly, why don’t I help you out?” Stacy asked rhetorically. “By bleaching your hair for you!”
Rebecca was briefly confused before she immediately figured out what Stacy meant as her eyes went wide and her heart raced.
“No!” Rebecca protested.
“Who’s gonna stop me, bitch?” Stacy asked mockingly.
She then walked behind Rebecca, reached down and grabbed her by her precious strawberry blonde locks and pulled her up to a sitting position. Rebecca tried to force her body to do as she ordered but no response. Stacy then balled as much of Rebecca’s hair into her two hands before beginning her violation. She stroked her still engorged and aroused pussy lips with her enemy’s reddish blonde tresses. The feelings of humiliation and defeat rushed through poor Rebecca as her face blushed a brighter red than the hair that Stacy was currently using as a cum rag.
“Fucking bitch!” Rebecca cursed.
“Shut up and take it like the inferior, fake blonde that you are!” Stacy spat.
Stacy moaned and sighed in an almost exaggerated fashion. Her way of rubbing her victory and her prize in the loser’s face. Stacy felt the soft, thick, silky strands rub up against and inside of her. The feeling was so strange but unique and beyond euphoric. Stacy practically rubbed her cxnt up against the back of Rebecca’s head as she inserted as much of the hair inside of her as she could. She wanted her defeated enemy to carry the shame of her loss with her inside of the very thing that started this fight in the first place.
Rebecca winded her eyes closed and grit her teeth as she objectified, violated and used. It was all that she really could do as she felt her hair become heavier and heavier as it soaked up more and more of Stacy’s juices. Stacy used it to rub her clit and eventually, she began to feel her oncoming orgasm as she sped it up, pulling Rebecca’s hair even harder.
“Agh!” Rebecca groaned from the yanking.
“Ohhhhhhh!!!!!” Stacy screamed as she came hard.
She splattered her womanly discharge all over Rebecca’s head and hair, completely drenching it as its thickness caused it to soak up the cum like a sponge. Once her orgasm subsided, Stacy then roughly threw Rebecca back down onto the ground as the poor strawberry blonde was left dejected both physically and mentally.
“I hope you learned your place tonight, you pathetic faker.” Stacy mocked before she coldly spat on Rebecca’s face.
Rebecca’s exhaustion finally kicked in and she passed out. Ironically as Stacy was the last one to actually climax. The honey blonde felt great about her victory. Fucking Rebecca’s hair felt amazing and she hoped to do the same to Hannah at some point soon. She then remembered her mission and began ransacking Rebecca’s cabin to find any evidence linking her to the Bringers of Light. She had no such luck. Besides, if she took anything, Rebecca would know it was her and have her kicked off of the ship. She couldn't take that chance. Despite her lack of progress, she considered today to be a good day and she left the cabin.
The next thing Rebecca remembered was waking up in her cabin, covered in oil and cum. It was the feeling of a hand gently tapping against her lovely face that woke her up primarily. She opened her eyes with a moan to see a man with a white suit standing over her. As her senses came back to her, she yelped and covered herself in embarrassment as she realized that it was her boss and the object of her affections, Owen Broderick.
“Sir!” Rebecca said with haste.
“Would you care to explain what happened here, Rebecca?” Broderick asked.
Rebecca let her guard down and sighed in shame as she recounted everything that had transpired in this room down to the most minute detail. Even the very end where Stacy had violated Rebecca’s hair to seal her victory. As ashamed as Rebecca was, she could not bring herself to lie to him.
“I see.” Broderick said.
An awkward silence filled the room.
“Well…Loses happen, Rebecca.” Broderick said as he offered his security chief his hand.
She grabbed his hand as he pulled her back up and she blushed bright red. Rebecca was normally aggressive, domineering and bitchy but she was not herself when it came to Broderick. She became demure, soft spoken and nervous like a schoolgirl with a crush.
“I’ll win next time, sir. I swear it.” Rebecca vowed.
“And I hope I get to see it when you do.” Broderick said.
Those words lit a fire in her wounded pride. She remembered what Stacy told her. About throwing caution to the wind and just straight up asking him for sex. She thought about it. She knew him better than anyone else on this ship. She knew how much passion he had for women, their pleasure and their fulfillment. He lived to make women happy…
‘Fuck it.’ Rebecca thought to herself. ‘Carpe Diem.’
“Sir…” Rebecca said just as Broderick was about to leave, stopping him. “I was wondering if…if…If you would like to spend the night with me here.”
Broderick’s expression seemed both surprised and not surprised at the same time.
“Perhaps another time, Rebecca.” Broderick answered. “I’m a bit busy right now…but the next time you find that honey blonde rival of yours, I have something that I would like to ask both of you.”
“Yes, sir.” Rebecca said with mixed emotions.
He practically said yes and that filled her with joy but what did he want from both her and Stacy? She hoped he didn’t want a threesome. She didn’t want to share him with anybody. Especially not a woman she hated so bitterly. Still, she could not say no to him. Ever. She wanted to throw herself on him right there and then but she kept it under control. She wanted it to be perfect when she finally got him.
“You should wash up, dear.” He said. “You don’t want the other guards knowing about this, do you?”
“No…I don’t.” Rebecca said, getting butterflies just from him calling her “dear”.
He then left as Rebecca began tidying up her cabin and a thousand thoughts swam through her mind.
