The atmosphere in our apartment was tense as we prepared for me to do battle. Steve wasn't at all sure that Carla would turn up but I, with a woman's intuition, knew that she would. Before we left we just wanted each other badly but I know from experience that sex before a fight is bad. Afterwards is a different matter of course!
I was going to dress in tight jeans and boots, with just a plain blouse but Steve wanted me in my short denim skirt, tights and boots, so I obliged. Just before we left we kissed hungrily and I could feel Steve's hardness against my groin. I knew that if I was defeated I would lose that stiff cock and it would be hers. Steve is a good guy but this was the law of the jungle and Steve was the prize.
And I was right about Carla turning up.! Five minutes after us she arrived, dressed in a short yellow skirt, tights and white shoes. She was accompanied by a rough looking younger woman who appeared to be her cousin. The cousin came over to me and said 'Carla wants a fight to the finish, no holds barred, stripped to your bras.'
'OK with me' I responded. Tell her that she's going to wish she'd left my man alone. She's going to pay!
'Rubbish!' spat the cousin 'My Carla will piss on you!'
Those words rang around the room and the crowd - and it was a crowd because word had got out - were transfixed.
'We'll see!' I snapped, and as I spoke I pulled by top off leaving me bare above the waist except for my bra.
I marched to the centre of the 'ring' if you could call it that and Carla came out to meet me. I have to admit that she had plenty of spunk, fighting me for a man she barely knew.
She too had taken her top off and wore a black bra which contrasted well with my lacy white garment.
We sized each other up. Then Steve shouted 'Give it to her'. The clever sod didn't say which of us he meant.
We raised out fists like boxers and the fight began, slowly at first as we circled each other while the crowd held its breath.
Then the fight really began. I landed a punch right into Carla's belly and she leaned forward, winded, so she got another punch in the face!
This is easy, I thought to myself. She's all piss and wind.
How wrong I was.
In a second she brought her fist up and returned the compliment, punching me right on my belly button. Now it was me who was winded, and I didn't like it one bit! I saw red and started punching wildly. I wasn't too accurate however, and Carla seemed to parry my blows with ease, and as she did so a nasty little smile appeared on her face.
This woman is no walkover, I thought to myself. I'd better start to take her seriously.
Then Steve shouted 'Come on Denise! Show her who's the real woman round here!'
End of Part 2
