** this story is of an event that happened IRL. Victoria & I met & roleplayed this scenario. The fantasy part comes in as a well-known female TV presenter (who we shall call HW) was the centre of our scenario.
**also, note the "catfight" was only non-violent play. no actual rough, hurting or serious fighting involved. just good, maybe not so clean, but harmless none the less, fun
Recently, I (Kat), & another CD, who we shall call Victoria, were in a hotel room getting ready for our respective dates. Wearing black nylon slips, I was in my 4.5" black velvet heels, she was in her matt black leather heels of the same height. We both wore long satiny black lycra opera gloves & our specialty? Two pairs of long sexy legs sheathed in silky sheer black tights.
As we both squeezed in at the hotel room's full length (yet scarcely wide enough) mirror applying our bright red lip-gloss, we were chatting easily enough about our upcoming date;
V. "I'm really looking forward to this evening. I have SUCH a hot date. this GORGEOUS girl, good job, LOVES playing, fooling around & making love in our tights & stockings. i'm going to have a GREAT night. don't wait up
"
K. "Well done you
I would call you a lucky cow, but it looks like i'll be having a similar evening myself. How ever did we both find two girls who share our love of hosiery? what does your girl do?" I asked.
V. "she works on TV, presenting daytime & Saturday night primetime shows. she's absolutely gorgeous. LOVES her heels & hosiery & has SUCH great legs & boobs. in fact, her ample chest is how she got her nickname lol"
By this time, I'm looking sideways at Victoria...
K. "oh yeah? this all sounds familiar. does your date have a name?" I ask.
V. "yeah. I'm meeting HW"
I turn slowly;
K. "I don't think so" I hiss in a quiet almost whisper
V. "& why not?" Victoria asks as she slowly turns to face me at the now frosty tone in my voice.
K. "Because HW's mine. I'm meeting her tonight. go find your own girl"
V. "I DID find my own girl. & it's HW. I'm meeting her tonight, tomorrow night & as many nights thereafter as I can. she wants me. She told me so" she replies as we step closer, hands on hips, our faces mere inches apart, our breasts actually touching as we bump & brush our knees & thighs together, pressing & lightly jostling with our legs.
K. "IF she did, she said it because she felt sorry for you. She's mine & she wants ME! Bitch" I press up against Victoria as she does me.
V. " she's MINE! You COW!" Victoria screams at me as her hands sink into my hair & my hands fly up into hers, just behind our ears, we pull each other in, our slips pressed tight between us, slipping n sliding as nylon does, & our gloved arms pushing & entwining together as we teeter on our heels, our legs bumping n brushing together, pressing n jostling as we pull each other around by our hair, every so often, our legs would slip between or out & round, hooking legs at our knees til we had to unhook them to stay on our feet as we waltz around, trying not to be the one to fall under the other bitch.
We end up dragging each other close to the bed, where we trip & fall onto it, on our sides, where our legs immediately snake into a tight hissing swishing black nylon tangle & we begin to slowly roll each other this way & that, rolling from top to bottom of the bed initially, then as we fight in our tight writhing tangled cat ball, we seem to turn til we're rolling from side to side, then back top to bottom...
Eventually, we roll onto the floor where we continue to tangle & writhe together, rolling this way & that, as we pull hair, press & rub bodies & my god! but the frenzied nylon against nylon fight between our twisting writhing tangled legs...
We pull each other back to our feet & get into some more catty "dancing", bearhugging & pulling hair as our legs constantly hook & unhook as we spin in tight circles, calling each other all manner of "bitch/cow/slut/whore.tart/tramp... HW's mine, bitch!... no way slut! she's mine!" as we had been since the fight started, til we pull each other back to the floor & get into yet more rolling & leg-fighting, we get back to our feet briefly & tussle, pulling hair with our silky legs knotted together & feel back onto the bed, where we roll in a hissing swishing cursing tangled cat-ball...
By this time, our legfighting has gotten SO fast, tight & intense that I'm sure she will come away with as many tights against tights friction burns & grazes as I feel like I will. We both spend about equal time on our sides as on top or under each other, but eventually i get her under me, & as our hips, crotches & legs rub & rasp & grind together, nylon slipping n sliding against nylon (our slips were ridden up round our waists by now) & we ferociously pull each other's hair, she huffs & tells me she gives up, I tell her to repeat it louder, & continue to rub my tights against hers, her legs now writhing to untangle from mine as my legs writhe to tangle with hers...
She repeated "HW's yours, you Bitch! get off me"
I tell her "& don't you forget it, Bitch"
V. "slut"
K. "whore"
& as I slide off her, I wrap my legs around hers & rub my tights with hers one more time, just for good measure... & that's when she jumped back on top of me...
As i lie under her, we hiss & curse & struggle, catfighting with renewed fervour, our legs twisting & writhing together in a fury... we start to roll again, fast & tight, pulling hair even more vigourously than before...
Eventually I get back on top of her & keep her under me, our hairpulling becomes an insistant pull rather than tugging & yanking, but our silky legs keep up their slightly slower, yet more tight & intense, tights-fighting.
She says again "you win, HW's yours. I give up";
K. "i've heard that before Bitch" i tell her
V. "I mean it. I'm done, she's yours, bitch" she says.
I lay on top trying to coax & goad her into fighting with me again, but she turns her face to the side & lie still, even lets go my hair as I pull at hers & twist & rub my legs with hers.
This time as I slowly & carefully slide from her, finally & lastly, untangling my legs from hers, (making sure to rub our tights together well as I do) she stays on her back even as my now stockinged feet (heels came off a while ago) push, rub & tease & dig at her feet & legs
K. "on your back, just where a cheap whore like you belongs" I tell her. "I'll be sure to tell HW how we fought over her. we may even re-enact it, just think of us doing that while you're at home on your own bitch!" I hiss at her.
& so ended Kat & Victoria's catfight over HW
Kat x
