WHEN A GOOD GIRL GOES BAD: The Adventures of Elle pt 2
By: Supporturgoddess
Blond-haired, blue-eyed Ellen Sharp had always been a very, very good girl. She was the kind of girl parents hoped their daughters would grow up to be like and their sons would marry. Everyone said Elle was just about the sweetest girl who ever lived; just about, but not quite. Elle’s lifelong best friend, brunette Becca Martin, was Elle’s only rival. The pair were inseparable during their school years. There was always some debate over which good girl was sweeter, and which was prettier. The town was split on the issue. Elle knew Becca better than anyone else; well enough to know Becca had a selfish, conceited, bossy side. As far as Elle was concerned, Becca only acted like a good girl in order to get what she wanted. Still, Becca’s smile was just as sweet and her eyes twinkled just as brightly as Elle’s, so the town loved Becca every bit as much as they loved Elle.
The two went to college together and became roommates. They shared everything, including a growing interest in the same man, Kirk Krueger. At first the two competed for his love, but when Elle realized how desperately in love Becca was, she backed off and let Becca have the man she had also wanted. Elle was such a good girl that she even gave up on a chance for love and a good life, just to make her best friend happy. She even acted as a bridesmaid at Becca’s wedding.
Everything might have worked out, but both Elle and Becca wound up back in their old hometown immediately after they finished college. Elle was right about Becca, though only she seemed to see through the brunette’s act. Becca could be prissy and bossy. Most of all, she liked to show off and gloat. Elle worked hard all day, just to pay her bills. Though Kirk Krueger was not rich, he came from a fairly wealthy family. He gave Becca all the money she needed. Becca could spend her days relaxing by her swimming pool while Elle worked until she dropped, all because Elle had given up on Kirk and left him and his money to Becca. Becca even came by the shop where Elle worked from time to time, just to force her old friend to serve her and to brag about all the things Kirk had bought for her. Elle tried not to be jealous, because good girls don’t get jealous. Even so, life just didn’t seem fair.
Being so very pretty, the little, short-haired blonde had plenty of men lining up to date her, but none ever stayed with her for long. Elle was such a good girl that she had impossibly high standards. She expected any man who wanted her to stop thinking about other women. Many men tried, but sooner or later, Elle inevitably caught them looking at internet porn, attending strip clubs, or behaving in other ways the good girl refused to tolerate. Elle was left alone, while men chased after “bad girls” and prissy, bossy fakes like Becca. It didn’t seem fair.
Elle began to wonder why men are so attracted to so-called “bad girls” and the things they do. More importantly, she started to wonder why women are willing to act in such ways, just to entertain men. She began to wonder about the appeal, the lure, the power behind being a “bad girl”.
She might never have known, if not for a chance encounter with an old schoolmate. Old feelings rose. The young man dared to kiss her…just as his wife happened to return home, hours early. The fight that followed left both women in tears, hair pulled out, both scratched and bruised, but when the dust settled, Elle stood over the sobbing young wife, victorious. During the fight, good girl Elle experienced feelings she never imagined possible. She LIKED knowing a married man would want her more than he wanted his own wife. She LIKED being chosen more desirable. Most of all, she LIKED proving she was the better woman, toe-to-toe. Posing with the defeated woman in front of her husband had inflated Elle’s ego like nothing else ever had! Sweet little Elle found she could fight…and win! Against all her good-girl upbringing, she secretly hoped snooty, boastful Becca would start something, just to give her an excuse to take on her rival, woman against woman, once and for all!
As spring turned to summer, Becca continued being a priss, but she never did anything to overtly start a fight. Elle just couldn’t bring herself to start trouble without sufficient provocation. The town remained split over which of their local “good girls” was best. Elle knew if she came off as the aggressor, Becca would play on the town’s sympathies. Elle refused to win a fight only to lose the war.
Elle took her trip to the dark side in frightened, hesitant steps. True, she had kissed a married man and then fought and defeated his wife, but she had not instigated those actions. Greg had kissed HER. His wife, Bev, had entered, seen her husband kissing Elle, and attacked. Elle had to defend herself. She did, didn’t she? That wasn’t really being bad, was it? Sure, she had enjoyed humbling and humiliating her rival, but…well…that was in the heat of battle. That was excusable, wasn’t it? She would NOT, however, cross a major line and become anyone’s mistress. Though Greg made repeated attempts to be with her, Elle turned him down. She was sure that proved she was still a good girl. Of course, the fight had ended a marriage, but, well, surely no one could blame her. If Greg and Bev divorced, that wasn’t her fault….was it?
Elle strained to hold onto her title of “good girl” while craving everything “bad”. Becca got her kicks by rubbing her wealth and lifestyle in Elle’s face. She dropped by the store where Elle worked, dragging her wealthy husband with her. The instant Elle saw Kirk, a man she had once wanted to marry, she cringed. She begged her boss to have someone else wait on the pair, but her boss insisted she do her job. Pride shattered, Elle was forced to serve her former friend turned enemy.
Elle swallowed her pride, and asked politely, “May I help you?”
Kirk looked up from a chair. “Hello, Elle.”
Becca leaned back in her chair, looking at Elle with the smile of the cat that had eaten the canary. Becca was the cat, Elle the canary. “Hello, Elle. I didn’t know you would be working here today.”
Elle’s blood boiled. Like Hell she didn’t!
Becca relaxed back into the chair. “I’m here to try on some shoes.”
Elle knew what Becca was doing. A secret little boxing match had begun the moment Becca entered the shop. Becca almost had Elle cornered, but Elle tried to dance away.
“If you’d like to browse around the shop and decide which style you like….”
“No,” Becca said. “I’m not sure what I want. I’ll have to try on several pair and decide how they look. I brought Kirk along to help. Just bring me several pair at a time, and we’ll decide.”
All Elle could do was to obey. “W-What’s your shoe size?”
Becca grinned up at her husband then smirked at Elle. “You’d better take my measurements.”
Elle felt shame wash over her, as she obediently knelt before Becca, waiting on her hand-and-foot! Becca had boxed her right into a corner, and was working her over on the ropes. Elle knew what was happening to her. She remembered how Greg had admired her after her victory over his wife. She knew some images stick in men’s’ minds, especially images of one woman’s total domination of another. Becca had found a way to force Elle to her knees, holding Becca’s foot in her hands. Elle might as well have been forced to give Becca a foot rub. Elle could see the way Kirk, the man she had wanted to marry, the man she lost to Becca, looked at her and at Becca. Becca made Elle serve her for more than an hour, bringing her box after box. She forced Elle to put the shoes on her feet, just to add to Elle’s humiliation. She was reduced to the role of the little serving girl, kneeling at her master’s feet. By the time Becca finally left, she was the queen of the world in Kirk’s eyes, while Ellen had been reduced to an inch tall. Elle didn’t know whether to scream or cry. All she wanted was the chance to beat Becca once and for all, and wipe that prissy smirk off Becca’s face!
***
A few weeks later, the town churches held an inter-church picnic. The annual event was a throwback to a past era, a day filled with tug-of-wars, baseball games, sack races, pie eating contests, and such competitions. The town’s two largest churches maintained a friendly but intense rivalry, with both the Methodists and the Baptists vying for bragging rights. The events raised money for local charities.
As always, the town’s two sweethearts, Elle and Becca, were asked to take charge. That alone might have sparked a fight, but the former best friends belonged to the same church, and besides, neither could risk their saintly reputations by engaging in a brawl, on a Sunday, at a charitable event! Though they tried to hold back, their claws were out from the start.
When church let out that Sunday, everyone raced home to change and then headed out to the park. Elle decided to make Becca jealous. She wore the hottest outfit she thought she could get away with, squeezing into a white top, hot-pink shorts, and cute little tennis shoes she wore without socks. Elle half expected snobbish Becca to wear a pantsuit, heels, and jewelry to a picnic, but instead, Becca showed up in an adorable yellow sundress, sleeveless and backless, cut halfway up her tan thighs. Elle couldn’t deny that Becca wore the cuter outfit.
Elle sighed. “Another round to Becca.”
Elle hurried to help a small group of volunteers set up the picnic tables they were responsible for. Two other groups worked to get their tables ready for lunch.
As always, Becca appointed herself everyone’s boss. She took charge of the overall operation. Everything had to be done according to her instructions. She severely chastised anyone who made any mistakes.
Becca pranced up to Elle’s table, ready to boss Elle around. Elle stood her ground. The girls faced off, toe-to-toe. Becca’s brown eyes stared into Elle’s blue ones. Becca had wanted to find fault with everything Elle had done, but she saw a new look in Elle’s ice-blue eyes, one she had never seen before. She knew Elle was in no mood to play nice. She wouldn’t take much.
A bit surprised, Becca backed down, saying only, “Remember to weight everything down, so the wind won’t blow the paper plates away.”
Elle grumbled, “I know.”
Becca walked away. “Try to get it right.”
Elle’s eyes narrowed, but she let it go. As she finished setting up her table, Elle watched Becca bossing everyone around. She discovered she was not alone in her growing contempt for Becca’s snooty attititude. Becca seemed determined to show everyone that she had her husband wrapped around her little finger. Kirk was a successful man from a wealthy family. He didn’t like being ordered around. As she ridiculed his every mistake, he grew increasingly irritated. Soon the young couple was openly squabbling.
When Becca returned to check on Elle’s work, Elle smirked. “Trouble in paradise, dear?”
Becca’s brown eyes narrowed. “That’s none of your business!”
During the next several minutes, the tension between Becca and her husband grew, rapidly. Becca kept trying to prove she had her man in her hip pocket. Finally, Kirk could take no more. Elle watched, barely able to hide her glee, as Becca and Kirk got into a very nasty, and very loud, argument. Finally Kirk stormed away, leaving Becca stamping her foot, vainly demanding, “Get back here! Don’t you dare walk away from me!”
Elle swallowed hard, as Kirk walked up to her table. Her heart raced, as the man she had once loved and still desperately wanted stood next to her.
She finally whispered, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Kirk replied. “Becca’s just in one of her moods. She expects me to do everything her way. She thinks she can make me jump through hoops every time she snaps her fingers, like a trained dog in a circus act.”
Elle summoned all her courage. “Why do you take it? Every time I see you two together, she’s either bossing you around or telling you off. Why do you let her treat you that way?”
Kirk shrugged. “She’s worth it.”
“Ouch!” Elle said aloud, without meaning to. That one hurt. Hearing just how hot Becca could be was an unintended gut shot that left Elle sagging against the ropes.
Elle peeped, “What’s so great about Becca?”
“She’s just so cute!”
Elle whimpered. “There were other cute girls you could’ve chosen….”
Elle started to turn away, but Kirk turned her to face him. He looked directly into her blue eyes and said, “I was in love with a cuter girl, but she backed off and left me to Becca, remember? I…guess she wasn’t really that interested….”
Elle quaked, visibly stunned! “I--I didn’t back off! I didn’t think I could win! I knew she wanted you, so I…. I thought I was doing the right thing! I didn’t know that--”
“She fought for me. You didn’t. I guess that made the difference. It’s too late now.”
Elle whispered, “Does it have to be?”
Across the field, Becca watched with growing concern as her husband fawned over the beautiful little blonde. She marched over.
In a sickeningly syrupy voice absolutely dripping with false regret, Becca looked to Kirk and said, “I’m sorry I embarrassed you. Forgive me?”
Kirk sighed. “I always do.”
Becca pushed between Elle and Kirk, stepping hard on Elle’s toes in the process. Elle fell back onto a bench, looking up in time to watch Becca give Kirk a particularly wet kiss.
Becca smiled to her husband. “Now, be a dear and go help out table eight.”
Becca stared down victoriously at Elle, but this time the victory existed only in Becca’s mind. Elle had finally learned the truth. Kirk would have chosen her over Becca, had he been given the choice. She rubbed her toes and rose. Becca had expected to shut Elle down, as she always had. Something about the confidence in Elle’s eyes had Becca worried and even scared! Becca backed off.
Elle smiled, widely. “I didn’t fight to take him when I should have, but now you’ll have to fight to keep him, girl! Game on, Becca. Game on!”
When Becca returned to check on Elle’s progress, Elle was ready. She teased, “Oh, dear! I hate to see you two lovebirds having such terrible fights. Is there anything I can do?”
Some of the older “church ladies” snickered.
Now it was Becca taking the gut shot and sagging on the ropes. She feebly shot back. “Couples argue!”
Elle grinned. “I can understand why you’re so upset. After all, we both know you weren’t his first choice.”
Spinning from the near knockout punch, Becca fought back with a low blow. “Couples have spats! You’d know that, if you had ever been in a real relationship. Oh, but I forgot. You can’t keep a man!”
“Ooh!”s came from the small crowd.
Elle put her hands on the sides of her hips and stood nose-to-nose with Becca. “Keep pushing, Becca, and I just might end up with YOUR man!”
Becca’s mouth fell open wide. “How DARE you?”
“I’m just saying that I’m not the only one who’s sick-and-tired of your stuck-up attitude.”
Becca pushed Elle back. “Would you like to try to do something about it?”
This was what Elle had been waiting for! She almost shoved Becca down!
“How DARE you?” Becca raged. “This is a church picnic! It’s bad enough you prowl around the town in a desperate search for a man with standards low enough to show interest in you, but now you want to start a brawl at a church event?”
Again, just when Elle was ready to deliver the knockout blow, Becca’s fancy footwork turned the tables. Stunned, Elle stammered, “I… didn’t mean… I didn’t mean to….”
“All on a Sunday,” Becca went on. “You should be ashamed!”
The low blow to the good girl in Elle almost sent her down, but suddenly the bad girl she had kept caged for years sprang to life. She wagged her finger right under Becca’s nose.
“Don’t you DARE lecture me, Becca Martin! You’re just a boastful, mean-spirited, scrawny little--”
Too close, Elle’s finger accidentally flipped hard against Becca’s nose. Instantly, Becca seized Elle’s finger and bent it back, viciously. Elle cried out sharply, grabbing her hand and spinning around, defensively. She felt a hand on her shoulder, spinning her back. She saw the palm of Becca’s hand coming at her face. A mighty slap followed. Elle went down hard. Flat on her back at Becca’s feet, Elle looked up, stunned and shocked. Before she could think or react, Becca was on her, slapping away at Elle’s face. Elle tried to fight back. The girls rolled briefly in the grass, but Becca emerged on top again, pounding away.
The bad girl in Elle screamed, “No! This can’t happen! You can’t let her beat you in front of the whole town!”
Elle strained, but Becca pinned her down. Elle’s blue eyes bulged, shocked and dumbfounded, dismayed by Becca’s strength! She had known Becca all her life and had always imagined herself stronger than the brunette, only to end up pinned beneath her! Becca looked over at Kirk, giving him an incredibly prissy, victorious smirk.
Elle let out a battle cry and rolled Becca off her. The two town sweethearts bit and scratched, screamed and pulled hair. Elle fought her way on top Becca, her knees pinning Becca’s shoulders. Elle had her! She sat straight up and looked over her shoulder at Becca’s husband, giving him a very wide, closed-lipped, teasing smile. She actually winked at the married man and blew him a kiss! Becca kicked and screamed, but remained pinned beneath the blond.
Elle ran her fingers through light blond hair so short it stopped well above her shoulders, and then threw it back. She grinned at Kirk and said, “Come closer. I can see how much you’re enjoying this. You don’t want to miss what I do next!”
Elle took out a tube of lipstick and used it to mark all over Becca’s face! Becca kicked and screamed in disgrace! The crowd laughed. Elle jiggled and wiggled on Becca’s body, showing off for Kirk, who clearly loved it.
Elle underestimated her prissy opponant. Becca’s long, thin feet kicked up around Elle’s face and pulled her down backard. The girls rolled in a mad battle, biting and clawing, squealing and shrieking. As fingers scratched deeply into petal-soft flesh and hair was torn from its roots, both girls were left in tears. Becca came out on top. Her fingers dug into Elle’s blue eyes. Kicking madly, Elle screamed her heart out. Still, she refused to stop.
Suddenly daylight broke through. Some force yanked both girls to their feet. They could barely breathe, but they kept kicking at each other.
The two old men who had pulled them apart struggled to get them to stop. Elle almost took a swing at the man holding her, until, to her shame, she realized she had almost taken a swing at her own pastor.
“What’s wrong with you two?” The other reverend asked. “This is a church picnic! There are children everywhere! You could have hurt someone!”
Becca had been all snarls and venom a second earlier, but when she turned to her pastor, she forced crocodile tears into her eyes. “I won’t let her steal my husband!”
Elle’s mouth dropped open. “I only said that if she keeps treating her husband so badly, someone will--”
Several men confronted Elle. The first said, “I think you’d better leave.”
Stunned, Elle stammered. “But…but….”
Elle stormed away. She wanted revenge! Hurt and humiliated, the sweetest girl in town weakened, tempted by the seductive call of the dark side.
***
Elle burst into her tiny home, eyes pink and burning. Her scalp felt as though it was on fire. She raced to her bathroom and treated numerous scratches and bruises.
She replayed the fight over and over in her mind. After dreaming of fighting becca for so long, had she come up short? Had she lost? She was sure she had been in charge through most of the brief battle, but…Becca had finished on top. Had she lost to Becca…in front of Kirk? What would he think of her?
The doorbell rang. Elle wiped a tear from her eye and hurried to answer the door. She looked up, straight into Kirk Krueger’s eyes.
He looked down at her. “I just wanted to make sure you got home all right.”
Elle stepped back, letting Kirk into her home.
Kirk wiped a drop of blood from Elle’s nose. “She really took a lot out of you, huh?”
Elle’s jaw firmed up. “I gave as well as I got.”
Kirk nodded.
Elle stood as tall as her tiny frame allowed. “I won. I beat her, didn’t I? Well, didn’t I?”
Kirk hesitated. “They pulled you apart. It was a tie.”
“Nevermind that,” Elle insisted. “Who won the fight we had? Tell the truth!”
Kirk sighed. “I’d have to say Becca beat you.”
Elle’s mouth dropped open. “She did NOT!”
Kirk shrugged. “She was on top in the end. She had you pinned. You might have won when you had her down, you didn’t try to finish her off. You just marked all over her with your lipstick.”
“Oh! Oh! Don’t try to act like you didn’t like that! I saw the smile on your face!”
“Sure,” Kirk said. “It was about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The problem was that you let her get back into the fight. You should have beaten her while you had the chance.”
“What was I supposed to do, scratch her eyes out or break her nose?”
“Isn’t that just about what she did to you?“ Kirk reached over and wiped another tiny drop of blood from Elle’s nose. “I’m not saying you had to really hurt her. I’m just saying that you can’t be so nice all the time. You can’t play nice in the middle of a fight! You don’t have to be evil, but you can’t be such a pushover! You let Becca get on top. That’s why she beat you.”
Elle shook her head. “No way. She didn’t beat me!”
“Well, I just came by to make sure you were all right.”
Kirk turned to leave. Elle stopped him.
She asked, “Did you mean what you said? If I had fought for you, would you have chosen me over Becca?”
“It doesn’t matter now.”
“It matters to me.”
Kirk stared into Elle’s wide, blue eyes. “Yes, Elle, I would have chosen you. I wanted you. I…still do.”
“What?”
He swept her up in his arms and kissed her. Elle’s heart pounded. She had dreamed of this moment for years. Then, somewhere deep down in her soul, the good girl in her cried, “Don’t do it, Elle! You can’t do this!”
Elle pushed Kirk away. She gasped. “I…can’t! You’re a married man! It’s too late!”
“It doesn’t have to be.” Kirk kissed her again.
Elle trembled, violently. It was all too much. How was she supposed to be good, when every man around her wanted her to be bad? Tears welled up in her eyes. Then, all at once, her emotions erupted. She threw herself into Kirk’s arms. “I can’t fight it anymore! I’m not strong enough to deny all I feel! I want you, too! I always have!”
Elle and Kirk finally let out all their pent-up passions. They gave each other all they had. They never even got past the living room.
***
A week passed. Kirk made repeated attempts to talk to Elle, but she kept her distance. A private war raged deep within Elle’s heart. She had tasted blood and wanted more. All the things she had always been told never to try were making her happy. Her only hope for happiness seemed to depend on breaking every rule she had lived by. Her desire to walk on the wild side grew irresistible. As a bad girl, nothing was forbidden. No man was out of reach. Dreams she had thought long dead could live again. She craved more.
Elle made a strange deal with her conscience. Most of the time she would be a perfect angel. To most people, she would be sweet and loving. Late at night behind closed doors, however, in the presence of the men she wanted or the women she wanted to destroy, she would be a devil. She decided that Kirk was right. If she was going to fight, she had to fight to win. She would show no mercy.
A few weeks after their last encounter, Kirk answered his door and found Elle standing there, wearing a raincoat. She dropped it, revealing sexy, red lingerie.
“You were right,” she cooed. “It’s not too late. You wanted me to fight for you. Well, I’m here. Becca will have to fight me to keep you. She won’t go the distance.”
Kirk swallowed. “We have to get out of here! If Becca comes home early--”
“I know she stays out late with her friends on Thursdays. We have plenty of time. Take me upstairs.”
Elle wanted a particular setting, to give her a particularly devilish thrill. She wanted to take Becca’s man, in Becca’s own bed! She experienced thrills she never imagined possible.
Becca returned home late that night. Kirk had been unusually amourish after her fight with Becca. About all Becca had had to do was to talk about the things she had done to Elle in the fight to get Kirk excited. That night, however, Kirk seemed disinterested. Over the next few nights, Becca did her best to entice him, but his interest seemed to be elsewhere. Becca began to consider the possibility that Kirk was seeing another woman.
One night, while Kirk slept, Becca turned over and found a strand of hair under her pillow…a strand of short, light blond hair! She pressed the pillow to her face and smelled the slightest trace of Elle’s perfume!
Becca turned her back to her sleeping husband, shaking with a rage that could shake Hell itself! She whispered, “If Elle….If They….In MY bed? I’ll….I’ll KILL her!”
***
Weeks passed. Elle decided she was tired of having to sneak around behind Becca’s back. She wanted more than the life of a mistress. To reach her goals, she would have to confront Becca, face-to-face. She decided to let Becca know exactly what she was doing with her husband. As Elle prepared herself to fight her lifelong rival, the thrill she felt grew until she could barely stand it. The conditions finally came together. She found Becca strolling alone down the aisle in the same store where Becca had so often ridiculed Elle. Elle took her position and waited. Becca came around the corner and found Elle standing there, looking over some sheets.
Elle slammed the sheets into Becca’s arms.
In a voice dripping with supremacy, Elle said, “You need new sheets. The ones you have are good enough for what used to lie in your bed, but Kirk’s traded up. You’ll need some things of higher quality…to match the higher quality of woman Kirk has moved on to.”
Becca’s mouth flew open and her eyes lit fire. If looks could kill, Elle would have been in her grave. Becca clenched her fists and moved forward, but Elle craned her neck, pointing out the security guard only a short distance away. Becca shook with fury, unable to attack.
Elle sneered. “You laughed in my face once too often, Becca. You’re looking at the girl who laughs last! I’ve beaten you! I’m the better woman.” Elle smiled, wickedly, and aded, “If you doubt I’m better than you are, just ask your husband. He’ll set you straight!”
Elle spun around and walked away. All Becca could do was to stand there, shaking with rage, watching Elle’s cute little backside wiggle away.
Elle raced away, satisfied, but aware of the inevitable battle to come.
***
Becca Martin was prissy, arrogant, and spoiled, but she wasn’t stupid. She was too smart to confront Kirk about the affair. A confrontation would only lead to a fight, which would lead to a seperation. Once separated, Kirk might think he had more right to pursue Elle. She played dumb, pretending to know nothing of Kirk’s affair. She also played up her vulnerability, hoping to make Kirk feel guilty. She kept bringing up how popular she was around town and with various members of Kirk’s family. Becca got to him. What had he been thinking? How could he have a furure with Elle? Could he really expect to divorce Becca for Elle and then marry his mistress in the same church where he had married his wife? How would he explain Elle to his parents? They adored Becca! Kirk began making up excuses to avoid Elle. Before long, he wasn’t seeing her at all.
A little blonde sat sulking in her dark living room, feet up on a worn couch, a small bucket of ice cream between her crossed legs. Rain poured down her window. Elle knew she was losing the battle. Elle let out a puff of air, blowing her bangs out of her ice-blue eyes. She ran her fingers through short, blond hair so light it was almost white. Becca had proven a far more formidable opponant than she ever imagined. While Becca remained supremely confident, doubts haunted Elle’s mind. Hadn’t she been…good enough? Was Becca…better?
Elle’s eyes narrowed. No. Kirk wanted her. He had said so. Elle knew it was time for a showdown.
Elle and Becca had many of the same friends. Some hadn’t heard of the girls’ fight, while others assumed the lifelong friends had made up. Proud, egotistical Becca would never admit she was having trouble keeping her man, but gossip spread. No one suspected Elle was “the other woman”. Their mutual friends happily told Elle all about Becca’s marital troubles…and about her plan to win back her husband. Becca planned a grand, magical night of love and passion. She planned to lure Kirk home immediately after work with a message sent to his workplace. Becca would get dressed then leave. Kirk would return home, enter, and find the house lit by scented candles. A note would ask him to go upstairs and wait in their bed. A short time later Becca would arrive, ascend the staircase wearing her most provocative negligee, and make her grand entrance into their bedroom.
Becca felt sure that her feminine talents would make Kirk forget all about Elle.
Elle, however, decided to spring a surprise of her own.
As Elle waited to spring her surprise, her anticipation grew. She lie in bed, imagining what it would be like to fight her old friend turned enemy. For reasons she didn’t understand, the thought of rolling around with Becca and eventually defeating her excited her even more than the prospect of winning Kirk did.
***
The night arrived. Becca put on a barely-there, blue-green negligee and set up her home, turning down the lights and lighting countless scented candles. She sent an urgent message, instructing her husband to come straight home after work. She waited until she was sure he would arrive at any minute, and then drove off, to let Kirk arrive first. She drove around the block a few times, until she saw her husband’s car in their driveway.
Becca entered her home, dropping her robe to reveal her sexy attire. Seeing her note had been taken down, she climbed the stairs and prepared to make her grand entrance. Becca closed her eyes, spun into her bedroom, and in her sexiest voice, said, “Get ready for the best you’ve ever had!”
An equally sexy, female voice replied. “Sorry, Becca, but he’s had much better than you!”
Becca’s eyes flashed open and her jaw dropped. Elle rolled over seductively in Becca’s bed, wearing a sexy pink negligee even more revealing than Becca’s own. She slid her bare foot along silk sheets, stretching out her leg, posing in Becca’s bed.
Elle’s heart was racing a mile a minute, but she tried to sound cool and unafraid. “I found out about your little plan. I sent a message to Kirk as soon as he arrived at work this morning, asking him to drop everything and meet me at a hotel in nearby town. I’d tell you which one, but I wouldn’t want you to find him.”
Becca gasped. “How? How--”
Elle smiled viciously. “After I proved to Kirk why he should choose me over you, I told him I had a few things to take care of. I promised that when I returned, I’d show him the best night of his life. I left him sleeping in the bed. He’s very tired, and very…happy. I took his car and drove it here, so you’d see it and come in. Of course, having his keys, I had no trouble getting in. I’ve been waiting for you.”
In a deep, gutteral growl, Becca said, “Get out of…MY bed!”
Elle’s eyes narrowed. “Make me.”
Elle tensed. This was it!
Becca sprang at Elle, seizing her shapely ankles and pulling her off the end of the bed. Elle crashed to the floor. Elle slammed her heels into Becca’s knees. Becca shouted, falling back and striking her head on the wall. Becca looked up. A confused expression covered Becca’s face. She looked around her bedroom at several small cameras.
The women rose.
Elle explained, “I promised Kirk to show him the time of his life when I return to him. I’m going to show him every second of our fight, Becca, so you won’t be able to lie or deny that I kicked you scrawny butt! Why do you think I’m dressed this way? I want Kirk to get a good side-by-side comparrison, so he’ll know he made the right choice, when he chooses me over you! I’m going to kick your butt and prove I’m the better girl, toe-to-toe. Then, when I go back to Kirk in the hotel room, I’ll prove to him that I’m better than you in other ways, too.”
Becca screamed furiously and charged.
Becca tackled Elle back onto the bed. The battle was on! Elle’s blue eyes widened, shocked by Becca’s strength and ferocity. Becca overpowered Elle, pinning her to the bed. She sat on the little blonde’s stomach and started bouncing up and down, driving Elle into the bed over and over again.
Elle shouted, “Oh! OH! OHHHHH!”
Reaching for anything to use as a weapon, Elle grabbed a pillow and slammed it hard against Becca’s nubile, tan body, knocking Becca off her. Shocked by the absolute absurdity of the act, Becca shouted, “Ooh!” She grabbed her own pillow. A wild pillow fight erupted. Both girls were sent head-over-heels, only to rise to continue their fight. Becca finally took Elle down, pressing the pillow over Elle’s face to smother her! Elle kicked madly, finally knocking Becca off. The determined little blonde gasped for air and then tried to tie up Becca’s wrists and ankles with the sheets. Becca Kicked Elle off. Elle flew back on the bed, her head crashing against the headboard. Stunned, Elle’s hand slid off the bed and into the open drawer of the bedstand next to it. Instantly familiar with her own bedroom, Becca kicked her foot against the open drawer, slamming it shut on Elle’s fingers. Elle wailed in pain.
Becca lunged for Elle, but Elle kicked the bottom of her foot into Becca’s face. Becca flew back off the bed, toppling to the floor. Becca staggered up. Elle leapt off the bed, tackling Becca down. They fought to their feet. Elle drove a fist to Becca’s gut, and then slapped the thin brunette to the floor. Becca held her mouth, looking up at Elle with genuine fear in her big, brown eyes. Becca ran, trying to lock herself in her bathroom.
Elle shouted, “OH no you don’t!” Elle threw her body against the bathroom door, sending Becca toppling backward into the empty bathtub. Only Becca’s feet could be seen propped up over the rim of the tub. Elle dove into the empty tub, drowing Becca in slaps. Becca’s hands flailed, brushing over the top of the sink and seizing a small bottle of mouthwash. Becca threw the mouthwash into Elle’s huge, blue eyes. Elle cried out, staggering out of the bathroom, rubbing her eyes. Becca followed. Elle suddenly realized how great an advantage she had afforded to Becca by agreeing to fight in Becca’s house!
Two fairly weak, inexperienced cat fighters engaged in a somewhat comical yet undeniably hot slap fight. Shoulders locked in place, their open hands swung mainly from their wrists and elbows. The blur of fairly low-impact blows filled the air with crisp slaps. Though each took a few stinging slaps to the face, most of Becca’s slaps impacted on Elle’s hips, while Elle concentrated on Becca’s smaller breasts. Becca whined, clutching her breasts and spinning around to retreat. Elle put her bare foot on the brunette’s hips and kicked Becca to the floor! Elle grinned into one of the cameras. Becca looked up into the same camera, her mouth wide open in shock and shame, fully aware that her husband would see it all.
Elle lowered onto Becca’s back. She seized Becca’s shoulder-length, brown hair and yanked it back with all her might. Becca wailed, her body arching backward. After a few moments of Becca’s high-pitched cries, Elle slammed Becca face-first down into the floor. Then Elle pulled Becca back by her hair again.
“No Mercy,” thought Elle.
Becca reached back, hand flailing, desperate to make Elle stop. Hearing her old friend crying out in pain only excited Elle. She grabbed Becca’s hand, biting her fingers, viciously. Becca went wild, feet pounding, her free hand flailing. Elle shrieked, as Becca’s fingernails tore into Elle’s mouth under her tongue. Unable to withstand the pain, Elle let go of Becca’s hand. She spun on Becca’s back, seized Becca’s foot, and bit the bottom of it. Becca screamed in pain. Becca’s heart raced. Becca reached up and pulled Elle down by her hair.
The girls spun on their knees, hands curled into claws, scratching at each other so fast their hands turned into blurs. Each turned her head over her shoulder and shut her eyes, refusing to look down, fearing to see the damage done by her oppanents fingernails. In fact, the only real damage was to their shredding lingerie. The scene turned almost comical. The closest visual equivalent to what each girl looked like in battle would be an excited little puppy, feverishly scratching at a glass door, wanting to come inside to play.
Elle and Becca were NOT playing!
Becca’s fingers finally sliced into Elle’s succulant breasts, tearing her pink negligee to shreds. Elle screamed but returned the favor, scratching up at Becca’s breasts from her knees. Elle’s blue eyes stabbed into Becca’ brown ones. Each girl cried out. As seconds ticked by, each girl in turn looked back at the camera, knowing Kirk would see who won.
Becca let out a wild scream, losing the test of wills, Unable to take the pain, Becca let go of Elle’s hands and started trying to pry Elle’s hands off her. Elle slammed Becca down and sat on her belly, one foot on either side of Becca’s torso. Elle squeezed and scratched until Becca was in tears. She pinned Becca’s hands to the carpet high over her head, lie down so her belly covered Becca’s, and even pinned Becca’s feet with her own. Then, grinning triumphantly up to the camera, Elle covered Becca’s breasts with her larger ones.
She smiled to the camera and said, “I guess this PROVES who the better woman is, head to toe!”
Red-faced in shame, Becca looked into the camera and shouted, “This doesn’t prove anything! I…won’t…quit!”
Becca powered one foot out from under Elle’s and used it to shove Elle’s foot under the bed. A loud snap followed. Elle sat up screaming, grabbing her foot and trying to pry the mousetrap off her toes.
Becca became a wildcat, scratching Elle’s face and eyes. Elle went down screaming. Now Becca pinned Elle from head to toe.
Becca looked up at the camera with a prissy grin. “Now, this DOES prove who the better woman is, head to toe!”
Elle strained until she cried out, but Becca was too strong. She kept the little blonde pinned beneath her.
Becca sneered into the camera. “Now, let me make your little whore scream for my mercy!”
Elle’s blue eyes filled with terror. She had expected to roll around in a kind of wrestling match, with maybe a little scratching and hair pulling. She had thought Becca was sure to quit as soon as she experienced any real pain. She never dreamed Becca could fight so hard! What would Becca do to her?”
Becca lowered her mouth over Becca’s nose, feeling Becca’s body squirming helplessly beneath her own. Becca bit Elle’s nose as viciously as she could. Elle screamed in agony. Her body bucked wildly, but she was unable to knock Becca off.
Becca stopped, shouting angrily, “Beg me for mercy, Elle! Admit I’m the better woman, and beg for my mercy, so Kirk can see you do it!”
When Elle didn’t answer, Becca bit her again. Cries of total surrender raced up in Elle’s throat, but she refused to let them out of her mouth. Elle refused to quit!
Elle’s feet pounded the floor so hard she thought they would break. Finally, she pulled one hand free and used it to seize Becca’s brown hair, pulling it back with all her might. A long test of wills began. Becca’s will broke first. She let go and rolled off, clutching her head.
Hurting and exhausted, the girls rose and staggered together into a mutual bear hug. Bellies and breasts rubbed and pounded together, but neither could squeeze a submission from the other. Elle lifted Becca off her feet, trying to sling her down. Becca shrieked, but remained on her feet. Becca then lifted Elle off her feet and sat her back down…directly on one of the scented candles. Elle’s blue eyes almost popped out of her head. She screamed, more from fear than pain. Elle leapt up, hopping around and rubbing her hips. That left her open to a tremendous haymaker swing. Becca’s fist cracked into Elle’s chin. Elle saw the room spinning in slow motion, as she crashed to the floor at Becca’s feet.
Becca leaned into the nearest camera, causing her face to cover the entire screen. Though he wouldn’t hear her commentary for some time, she knew her husband would hear every word.
“Oh, I know what you’re thinking. You’re secretly thinking, ‘Get up, Elle! Get up!’ She turned to the fallen blonde. “Yeah, get up, Elle! I’ve got more for you!” Elle groaned, trying to fight back. She kicked feebly at her enemy. Becca caught Elle’s foot and held it up in front of the camera.
“You’re always talking about how cute Elle’s feet are! So, you think they’re cute, huh?”
Becca bit Elle’s foot mercilessly, as though she hoped to bite Elle’s toes off. Elle screamed in pain and terror. Becca then reached down and pulled Elle up by her hair, shoving Elle’s face over the edge of the cabinet up to the camera. Elle looked into the lens through glassy, frightened eyes.
Raging, Becca shouted, “You think she’s cute? You think she’s cute?”
Becca curled her fingers into the corners of Elle’s mouth, ripping at her lips, forcing Elle to make the most unattractive of expressions. A few moments later, she curled fingers under Elle’s top lip and inside her bottom lip, pulling her lips apart and exposing her gums. Squealing and whining in anguish, Elle’s hands flailed. Tearing at Elle’s mouth, Becca did all she could to make a fool of Elle.
Becca gloated. “So, you like her blue eyes, huh?”
Elle whined. “No! Oh please, don’t--”
Becca snarled. “So you think you can steal my man, huh?”
Becca dug her fingers into Elle’s eyes. Elle screamed madly.
Becca took Elle down, sitting on her belly and pinning her shoulders under her knees. Looking up into the camera with a prissy smile, Becca began to choke Elle out. Elle kicked helplessly. Desperate, Elle used her toes to pull a candle off a shelf. The sudden tug and fall put out the flame, but the candleholder struck Becca over her head.
Becca rolled off. The two women slowly rose. They stared at each other for several moments. Then, in perfect unison, they both shouted, “Bitch!”
Fists flew. A few sank into their bodies, but faces became the primary targets. Each took hard fists. They traded blows, Elle then Becca, Elle then Becca. Becca was on her heels, until she landed a sneaky kick directly between Elle’s legs. Elle wanted to cry! She wanted to scream “Cheater!”, but knew there were no rules in this kind of fight. Elle simply refused to turn from the fistfight, until Elle’s ankles were turning under and her thighs were shuddering. Elle tried to back off, but a fist to her eye sent her to her knees. She forced herself to rise. Becca slammed a tremendous uppercut under Elle’s chin. Elle’s head flew back. She fell over backward, eyes barely open, landing with the crack of her head against the floor. She watched a mixture of spit and blood spray from her lips.
Becca pressed her foot down on Elle’s chest, posing over her for the cameras. “See? She lost! I won! I’ve proven that I’m better than she is!” She snarled down at her enemy. “Now I’m going to teach you what happens when you try to steal MY man!”
Elle moaned, trying to bring her legs up defensively. Becca kicked Elle’s feet until her legs were wide apart. Then Becca leapt up and drove her heel straight down between Elle’s legs. Elle sat up, more crying than screaming in agony.
Sobbing so hard she could barely breathe, Elle finally had to retreat. She crawled for the door.
Bouncing gleefully on her toes, Becca laughed. “See? See? Look at her crawl away! She’s scared of me!”
Beaten and heartbroken, Elle stopped, staring up into a camera. She knew Becca was mopping the floor with her, and that Kirk would see it all. Elle’s rage erupted. She rolled over and started kicking madly, blindly, fighting with all she had left to fight with. Becca shrieked and toppled over.
Sobbing hard, Elle rose. “You hurt me, Becca. You hurt me worse than I ever thought you could. You hurt me, but you’ll never be woman enough to beat me! I’m still on my feet!”
Becca growled. “I can fix that!”
The women went straight for each other’s hair, yanking out strands and tufts of brown and light blond hair. Soon both were crying freely, squeeking and squealing, as if begging the other to quit first. Becca won, forcing the exhausted blonde into a corner. She began pounding Elle’s head back into the wall, over and over again. Plaster cracked. Elle’s tears poured.
Becca screamed, “You used to be a good girl, Elle! What happened to you? When did you go bad?”
Almost out on her feet, Elle’s arms dropped limply, as Becca kept pounding her head into the wall. The good girl in Elle chided her. “You cheated with Becca’s husband, Elle. You’re getting what you deserve! Take your medicine.” Something deeper down fought to the service. A different voice shouted, “That’s Becca kicking your butt! BECCA! Fight her, Elle! Fight!”
Elle sneered. “Do you want to see how a bad girl fights, Becca?”
Elle ran her hand flatly down Becca’s belly. Becca’s eyes grew wide. She looked almost sick from fear. Her expression semed to say, “Oh, please, don’t!”
A second later, Becca let out the loudest scream of the night, a harsh, agonized, almost animalistic cry. Becca fell in a quivering ball at Elle’s feet, victim of what can only be described as the worst of all hair pulls.
Elle cupped her foot over the back of Becca’s neck and said, “Good girl Elle’s gone for now. You’re dealing with bad Elle now, and she’s about to kick your pretensious, phony butt!”
To her credit, Becca tried to rise and continue the fight. Elle slapped her viciously across her lips and shoved her back onto the bed. Elle mounted Becca and beat the fight out of her. Elle showed no mercy. Soon Becca lie totally beaten, tears pouring, tiny, high-pitched whines and sobs replacing prissy taunts.
Then, with Becca helpless, the show really began. Despite her pain, Elle felt giddy, triumphant. She had finally proven herself totally superior to Becca Martin, head to toe. The feel of Beccas sweaty, trembling body under her own thrilled her as nothing else ever had. Elle looked back into the camera and grinned, devilishly. The cute little blonde used the beaten and sobbing young wife as a prop, posing with her in ways that made Elle look unbelievably hot, while humiliating Becca. Elle sat on Becca’s face and rubbed her foot across the brunette’s lips. She put Becca over her knee and spanked her. All the while, Becca looked up into the camera, knowing her husband and his mistress would soon view her humiliation, together. Becca cried her eyes out.
Elle took shreds of Becca’s torn negligee and turned Becca upside down on the bed, tying Becca’s ankles to the top of the headboard. Becca could only look into the camera as if looking at her husband, sobbing and squealing in fear and shame. Becca gave up her pride, openly begging for mercy, saying she would do anything Elle wanted, if she let her go.
Elle scoffed. “You showed me no mercy, so don’t expect any from me! I took everything you could dish out, and I was woman enough to win. Now let’s see what kind of woman you are, Becca!”
Elle took a candle and tipped it over, letting hot wax drip down between Becca’s golden legs. Becca let out a frightening cry of fear and pain at the first drop, and then merely cried, as Elle let a few more drops fall. In fact, Elle was very careful not to do any real damamge. The image was all that was important. She knew Kirk would be out of his mind watching and knowing Elle was so superior, so dominant, that she could do this to his humbled wife!
Elle gathered up the cameras in the room and pushed sobbing, trembling Becca out into the hall. She pulled her be her hair down to the spacious living room, where she had placed her final camera. She had hoped to catch the moment when she chased Becca out. She never imagined she would win such a complete victory!
The blond mistress had beaten and humiliated the young wife, but Elle wanted more! She was flying! She didn’t want her fun to end! Her eyes searched for some other way to leave Becca in shame. She peered out through the glass door to the backyard. Her eyes locked on something. A very wicked idea popped into her head.
Elle went out onto the porch and returned…with a dog collar.
Elle posed over Becca, twirling the dog collar. She looked into the camera, smiled wickedly, and said, “Kirk, you once said Becca treated you like a dog. She’s the bitch! Maybe it’s time I treated her like one!”
Becca looked back and forth from the camera to the collar and up at Elle. Face purplish-red and crying so hard her words could barely be understood, Becca pleeded. “Oh please, Elle, don’t do this to me! Don’t do this to me in front of my husband!”
Elle posed over Becca. “Have I made you my bitch, Becca?” She threatened a fist.
Becca looked into the camera sobbing hard. “Yes! I…I’m your bitch!”
Elle propped her bare foot up right in front of the camera. “If you’re my bitch, then lick my feet. Come on, be a good girl. Do it!”
Becca looked into the camera, tears rolling. Fear overcame pride.
“On your knees, Becca Martin. Keep you hands behind your back, then lean in and lick my feet!”
Becca trembled, but she obeyed, feverishly, even desperately licking Elle’s feet, directly in front of the camera.
Becca fell back to the floor. In the tiniest of voices, she whined, “I’ve done everything you asked! Now stop it, Elle! Stop it!”
Elle shook her head. “One more thing.” Elle reached down, fastened the dog collar around Elle’s neck, and attached it to a leather strap to use as a leash.
Elle grinned devilishly into the camera. “Now watch me take my bitch for a walk.”
Elle forced Becca to crawl on hands and knees, as she led her around the living room, making three complete circles.
Elle laughed. “If she lifts her leg, I’ll have to rub her nose in it!”
Elle stopped in a spot that left the devastated young wife staring up into the camera.
“Now, Becca, bark like the bitch you are. Do it!”
Tears streaming and bottom lip quivering, Becca hesitated. Elle took the leather strap up and whipped it into Becca’s exposed hip. Becca yelped, and then let out her best dog impression, shouting a kind of, “Row--row--row--row! Ruff! R-u-f-f!” sound. Elle laughed. Becca pressed her face into the carpet, crying uncontrollably, pride shattered, shamed for life.
Elle took up the last camera and turned to leave. She looked back and said, “Just remember, Becca, I have these recordings. If you think you’re humiliated having Kirk see them, then imagine how you’d feel if they happened to find their way onto the World Wide Web! Kirk’s mine now. He’s traded w-a-y up! You’re no match for me, Becca. You never were. Learn it. Love it. Lick it up! Just get out my way, or you’ll be very, very sorry!”
***
By the end of summer, Becca Martin had left town. Kirk divorced her. Elle had a lawyer friend come up with a supposed pre-nuptial agreement and had Becca sign it. Becca was left with nothing. Elle won it all.
Elle spent her days relaxing in the same pool Becca had once used, living the life she had always wanted. She had a good life.
Still, was it all she could have? Dangerous thoughts crept into the cute little blonde’s mind. Life was good…but could it be better? Kirk made good money, but he wasn’t rich. He was gone all the time, working hard for every penny he made. Elle began to be aware of other, more attractive, wealthier young men in the area. Kirk was all right she supposed, but she had proven she could fight another woman and take her man. Why stop at Kirk, when other, more tempting targets remained? Elle’s appetitie knew few boundaries. The former good girl revelled in being bad. No moral rules would stop her.
Most of all, Elle knew that the memories of humbling Becca, sweet as they were, wouldn’t be enough for her. She longed for the hunt, the game, and the thrill of battle. She wanted to feel another beaten, humbled woman’s body beneath her! She felt no male target could resist her charms, and no woman, at least none she would choose to fight, could hope to beat her. She had tasted blood and wanted more! She wanted the world at her feet! Could she be stopped? Should she be stopped?
By day, a cute little blonde angel spread joy and love to everyone she met. By night, however, a hot little devil prowled for new prey, and no woman’s man was safe!
