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Some women fight over a lover. Some fight over prestige or dominance. Some even fight for money.
For Bruna and Lexi, it was all about their hair. And in a way, their hair represented all of the above.
The best hair models make up to $10,000 a gig. Bruna and Lexi were two of the best.
Bruna’s hair was a sun-kissed honey brown color. It fell to where the triangle of her upper back began to curve into her waist. When she wore it partly swept to the front, it hung below her breasts. When she made love, she loved to straddle his hips, her head down, and feel it sweep across her nipples.
Lexi’s hair was jet black. When she tipped her head back in the shower, she could feel its tips brush the upper curve of her ass. She painted her nails black to match it, accentuated it with dark mascara and bright red lipstick, and used it to create a gorgeous Asian mystique.
L’oreal wanted a new face for its Wear It Down campaign, a line of products for women with long hair. Bruna and Lexi were the finalists. They’d seen the storyboards. This was planned to be the steamiest ad campaign in the industry, the kind of exposure that could make a model a millionaire several times over, vault her into acting, sky’s the limit kind of stuff. Both women wanted this contract more than anything they had ever wanted. Each was determined to do whatever she needed to do to win.
A committee of three would make the final decision, two men and one woman. Everything was set, schedules were tight. The decision had to be made in the next 48 hours.
Sex was most definitely a weapon in this war. The first man on the committee was in Bruna’s camp. Next to hair, he was an ass man, and Bruna had one of the most perfect asses on earth. He could’ve slapped his stomach against it for hours. The second man would definitely vote for Lexi. The ring of her lipstick around the base of his cock sealed that deal.
That left Tricia, the woman. What did she want?
She looked at them both across her desk in the L’Oreal Hudson Yards building. Tricia had a particular kink. She pushed the button under the desktop that locked her office door.
“Fight for it,” she said.
Bruna and Lexi stared at her.
“What?” Lexi finally said.
“I don’t like repeating myself,” Tricia said. “The door is locked. No one will interrupt.” She stood, and went to the window. Both women noticed her nipples were hard beneath her blouse.
They looked at each other. This was crazy. And crazy arousing.
Bruna stood. She wore a casually elegant grey pima cotton minidress, very tight to her figure. She swung her hair from front to back. “I’ll do it,” she said. “I’m not afraid of this bitch.”
Lexi flushed. Slowly, she pushed her chair back and stood as well. She wore a tiny black micro skirt and a white satin blouse that tied in the front leaving a vee that bared her lower stomach. “I’ll do it,” she echoed.
Tricia relaxed, just a little, but her breathing was still rapid.
“Right,” she said. Executive voice, decisive and commanding. “No scratching faces or necks. We will have a campaign to run with one of you after all.”
“How do you decide who wins?” Bruna’s breathing was as heavy as Tricia’s.
“Oh, I don’t,” Tricia said. “You two do. One of you will submit.”
“Submit, how?” Lexi’s dark eyes gleamed.
“I’ll delegate that decision to you girls,” Tricia said. “One last thing. I shouldn’t need to say this, but I will.”
They looked at her. Now there were three sets of diamond-hard nipples in the room.
“It’s for a fucking hair campaign,” Tricia said. “So don’t pull it all out.”
L’Oreal executives have huge offices. There was plenty of room. They circled each other, thinking. They understood competition; you don’t succeed at modelling if you don’t. Rule one: Get into your rival’s head.
Lexi slowly untied the knot that held her blouse closed, using her glossy black nails to do it. It fell open, and she drew her nails from the waistband of her skirt up her abs to between her breasts. She wore no bra. With a roll of her shoulders, she shrugged off the blouse and let it ripple down her arms as she arched her back. She wriggled her skirt over her hips and stepped free of it. Her hourglass body was lean muscle and amazing curves. She set her feet shoulder-width, a wordless, obvious challenge to Bruna.
Bruna smiled. With her thumbs, she lifted the straps off her dress off her shoulders, and peeled it down her body. She turned as she bent at the waist to take it to her ankles. Unnecessary, except to flaunt her ass. She wore no bra either. Her modelling bio claimed she was 32D-22-36, and even allowing for exaggeration, her body was stunning. Challenge accepted.
With one quick flowing step forward, Lexi slapped Bruna. Honey hair flew in an arc as her head snapped sideways.
Bruna’s head came back with teeth bared and her arm following. Her palm cracked into Lexi’s cheek. A jet black wave of her hair rippled and whipped.
Jesus, Tricia thought. I should have had a photographer here.
The two models clashed, bare breasts and stomachs slapping together, spike heels digging into the office carpet. Behind each other’s backs, fists gripped hair and pulled, hand over hand climbing up the cascade of hair, ratcheting heads back. Veins showed in their necks, painted lips drew back from whitened teeth, as they strained.
Lexi jerked down as hard as she could, her biceps knotted, and banged her breasts into Bruna’s. Bruna’s footing slipped, and she staggered. Lexi crowed and twisted her, forcing her to her knees, then wrenching her head from side to side. Bruna screamed and lunged into Lexi, wrapping her arms around her legs and taking her down.
Cheek to cheek, legs tangled, they fought, grinding their bodies together. Lexi rolled to the top and spread her legs wide to brace her position. Her arms snaked under Bruna’s and her hand came up to her rival’s face, covering her mouth and nose. She tried to ignore Bruna’s thigh rubbing her pussy as she struggled under her. She squeezed for a tight seal of her hands.
Bruna’s eyes went wide. She couldn’t breathe. She tried to jerk her head free but Lexi had her pinned. Bruna’s hair was sprayed out across the carpet, and Lexi shook her head to swing hers forward out of range of Bruna’s grasp. Black and honey brown mixed around Bruna’s head. Lexi’s face was only inches above hers, in the tent of her hair, dark eyes gleaming.
Bruna bucked and twisted under her, but it only spurred Lexi to press harder. Her breasts were crushing Bruna’s, her dark nipples driving Bruna’s inward. The brunette’s pitiful struggling was . . . arousing her. That thigh between hers.
Lexi’s smother held tight no matter what Bruna tried. Panic rose as she grew dizzy, but her oxygen shortage also . . . excited her. Lexi’s little nipples were daggers of electricity in hers, and the slut was practically humping her thigh.
Better late than never, Tricia thought. She texted her assistant, who responded immediately. A photographer was on her way.
Not much air left. Bruna ground her thigh against the Asian-American’s pussy, even in her desperation realizing how wet her thin panties were. Lexi’s smother grip loosened as the heat between her legs made her hips buck involuntarily. That small crack was enough; Bruna twisted her face free, gasping in air. Lexi moved to try to re-establish the smother and that second crack let Bruna pull an arm free and jam the heel of her hand under Lexi’s chin and push up.
Tricia buzzed the photographer in and relocked the door just as Lexi toppled from the top and the two women, on their sides, went for each other’s chests. The first shot was of them on their sides, lips parted to bare their teeth, hair flowing across the floor, fingers crushing breasts. It was actually used in ads in some countries later, cropped to above their breasts only, although their faces and the angle of their arms still made the full image clear in the imagination.
Lexi’s long black nails hurt, hurt badly. Bruna’s light brown eyes filled with tears. It was as if ten tiny knives were stabbing her, slicing at her nipples. She clenched her teeth and pushed harder. She saw pain in Lexi’s eyes too. Bruna surged her way on top with an erotic groan of effort. Straddling Lexi’s hard tummy, she put all her upper body weight over her arms, spreading the bitch’s tits wide on her chest. She lifted her hips and pounded her public bone down into Lexi’s belly button.
Lexi gasped. She pushed straight up on Bruna’s tits, shoving them almost up to her collarbone. Bruna’s hips punched her in the belly again, and again. The shot of Bruna, from behind, her knees braced wide, slamming her ass down into Lexi like she was fucking her went straight into Tricia’s private collection. Especially the blown-up version where she could see the wet spot on Lexi’s sleek skin where Bruna’s pussy hit.
Lexi wailed and thrashed, her jet hair in her face. The pain in her tits was too much. She let go of Bruna’s boobs, leaving behind ten angry red marks in her flawless skin, and grabbed her wrists. Bruna released her tits but Lexi couldn’t stop her from switching her grip to her flowing black hair. Bruna slid her hips up, and now she was pounding her perfect ass down into Lexi’s mauled chest. She lifted Lexi’s head and banged it back down to the carpet, then twisted it back so that Lexi’s chin pointed up, her throat displayed. Bruna’s honey hair obscured her face from their audience of two, but Lexi could still see it.
“I’m winning,” Bruna snarled down at her. She lifted and slammed down again. Lexi moaned. Having Bruna’s ass pounded into her tits was like a heavyweight boxer’s punches. “Ready to submit, bitch?” Bruna taunted. “Ready to admit who the better woman is?” Head pulled back, Lexi glared at her through her lower lashes. Bruna smiled, and shifted forward inch by inch as she also tilted Lexi’s face forward until her ruby red lips were almost to her pussy. Lexi smelled sex mixed with perfume. "You will," Bruna whispered.
Bruna wasn’t careful enough. Poised to smother Lexi’s face with her pussy they way the bitch had smothered her with her hands, she tossed her head back too much. Lexi had her hair, and even with all of Bruna’s weight on her chest and her arms half-pinned, she pulled hand-over-hand again. With a sudden wrench sideways, she toppled Bruna to the carpet. Bruna moaned when Lexi landed on her back a second later, a moan that was cut off by an arm across her throat. Lexi rolled, pulling Bruna with her, and locked her legs around her rival’s waist.
Trapped between crushing scissors and throttling rear choke, Bruna’s back arched, her breasts thrust up and out. Lexi let go of her own wrist, which lessened the choke enough for Bruna to get a little air, but used that free hand to rake and claw Bruna’s engorged nipple. Bruna tried to pry Lexi’s ankles apart but the lithe Asian-American was too strong. She tightened her legs even more, so that they bit deep into Bruna’s body below her ribcage. The point where her ankles crossed rubbed up and down on Bruna’s pussy.
“Just tap out when it hurts too much, slut,” Lexi purred in Bruna’s ear. “Then I’ll let you breathe enough to say you submit.”
By now, Tricia had hiked her skirt to her waist and had her hand in her panties, fingering herself as she watched. The photographer snuck a quick shot of that as well - possible blackmail fodder. She was no fool. She turned back for an extreme close-up of Lexi’s black nails embedded in the tender flesh of Bruna’s breast.
“Tap, bitch!” Lexi said loudly. “I know you want to! Quit, you little whore!” She released her choke and mauled both of Bruna’s tits. It was a mistake. With her head now free, Bruna lifted it and drove it back into Lexi’s face, her hair flying. It was enough; she broke free and rolled away.
They slowly got to their feet. “She hit me in the face,” Lexi said.
“I said no scratching faces,” Tricia reminded her. “Bruises, we can photoshop out.”
“Fucking baby,” Bruna said. “Did I hurt your widdle face, Lexi? I thought you wanted to fight, bitch?”
“You were about a second away from quitting, slut!” Lexi shot back.
“Shut up,” Tricia snapped. God, she was so wet. The two models tossed the hair back and glared at each other, backs arched, fists clenched. Two pairs of stunning 32D tits, now sweaty and scratched. “Fight with your tits,” Tricia gasped. That was her favorite. It was surreal for both models to have a senior vice president on the verge of orgasm rubbing her clit over them, but frankly it turned them both on.
With a scream, they flung themselves together. Hands wrapped deep into hair, they dragged each other’s heads back and pounded their breasts together, bare stomachs slapping hard too. They hammered and ground, twisted and thrust. Their sweat lubricated their skin. Their nipples fought skirmishes within the broader war, stabbing at each other, dragging left and right, up and down.
They staggered into Tricia’s desk. Lexi wrenched, twisted Bruna onto it, came with her. There was not much on the desk but what there was they swept off to the floor with a crash as they catballed. Bruna brought them to a stop by grapevining Lexi’s legs from the top, spreading them wide, pussies grinding now as well as tits. Lexi’s shoulders were at the edge of the desktop, so Bruna shoved the heel of her hand under Lexi’s chin and bent her head back as far as she could, Lexi’s jet hair sweeping down nearly to the floor. Their nipples were in a head-on collision, deep in the crush of their breasts. Bruna’s hands covered Lexi’s mouth and nose, the same smother that Lexi had put on her, her hair also hanging over the edge. Lexi’s nails dug into Bruna’s ass, spreading the hard globes of her cheeks.
Another surreptitious blackmail photo, as Tricia’s orgasm hit her.
Lexi fought against Bruna’s hands, twisted her face back and forth, frustrating the brunette from cutting off her air completely. As the bottom of their clinch, her tits were in agony. Bruna’s were crushing hers, her dark nipples driven down deep into the center of her globes. Her clit was on fire, both pain and lust, as her rival’s mound battered hers.
Bruna’s pussy burned too, every time they smacked together she felt like a rope tightened, dragging her closer to the cliff-edge of an orgasm. And the bitch’s claws in her ass - oh fuck. Bruna had had many lovers grip her ass hard, but this was like nails - iron nails, not fingernails - driven into her.
Stalemale. The scent of sweat and sex intensified.
The pain in Lexi’s tits wasn’t frozen, however. It rose, and rose. She had to escape. She had to get out from under this vicious crushing slut. With all her strength, she squeezed her legs together, trying to break or at least reduce the grapevine enough to roll. Shoulders and legs braced, she bridged, straining, and twisted.
Bruna tilted, then more, then rolled. They reached the edge of the desk and then air.
When they hit the floor, Bruna was on top.
Lexi thought her tits would burst. She screamed, and fell limp.
They lay there together like dazed lovers for a moment. Then Bruna rose. She lifted Lexi to her knees by her hair, bent her head back over the desk top. Lexi’s breasts were intact, but blotched with bruises.
“Give up, bitch,” Bruna gasped. Lexi sobbed, and shook her head.
Bruna slapped Lexi’s tits, hard. Tears streamed from Lexi’s eyes.
Harder. Again. Again.
“I give,” Lexi croaked at last. “No more.”
Bruna gasped, in relief. She couldn’t resist a final humiliation though. She lifted one knee on to the desk, straddling Lexi’s shoulders, and ground her pussy into her defeated rival’s face before releasing her.
Bruna faced Tricia, a goddess in victory, as Lexi slumped to the carpet, sobbing.
“She was tough,” Bruna said, and tossed her hair back. “But I wore her down.”
