This would be an incredibly hot catfight. I see them fighting over who is going home with me. They throw drinks in each other's faces, soaking the front of their dresses. Once they clear their eyes they go for each other's hair and fall to the floor. They start rolling around as a crowd gathers to watch the event. The long legs scissor and kick as they roll back and forth trying to smack the other's head on the floor or gain top position, using their hair hold as leverage. At first they screech and scream obscenities at each other, then focus their energies on winning the fight and proving who the better woman is and all groans silent except for the occasional groan as one reaches out and slaps, scratches or punches or kicks the other. Eventually the bottom of their dresses ride up exposing their panties and incredible legs. Heels have long ago flown off in the intensity of the fight.
The battle goes back and forth for a good 10-15 minutes, neither able to get a clear advantage for long. Finally, both women exhausted, the brunette ends up getting her sexy legs around the the blonde's waist in a scissors. The blonde scratches at her rival's thighs, pounds on her legs, tries to pry them apart, but to no avail. After what seems an eternity to the crowd, the blondes ribs about to crack, she lets out a cream of surrender. "I give! You can have him! I can't take anymore!"
The brunette's legs pop apart like a cork from Champaign a second later (she was that close to giving up herself). They lay on the floor for a minute and I come over to the brunette and help her up (after checking on the now downtrodden blonde. The brunette smiles at me and whispers what she has planned for later (I grin ). With my help she staggers out of the bar, out of sight of her admiring fans and fairly collapses in my arms. I pick her up and carry her to my car where she massages her thighs (with my help...of course) on the drive back to my place. the blonde just lays on the floor for awhile, crying to her supporters and plans her revenge.
