The joy from feeling the sting on my palm and fingers is replaced by the rough yank of my hair and the wild slaps coming in like machine gun bursts from Katie. We start jerking each other around, firing off slap after slap, banging into the walls of the stalls and the bathroom. I feel my back slam into one of the sinks and she starts to bend me over. Our eyes, blurred by tears, stare wildly about and we keep slapping blindly at any part of the other woman. Panting now, unleashing all jealousies, insecurities and hatreds that have built up. I feel freer and more excited by this than I have with anything else Katie and I have ever done.
You fucking want to fight, you spoiled little bitch?!! Then let's fight!
Hair wild, blouse stuck to my skin, skirt all twisted, my arm aches from the effort, but I keep slapping away. Finally, I duck my shoulder and use my butt to push off from the sink, driving myself into Katie, catching her just below her small boobs. We stumble back toward the middle of the restroom as I grab at her left leg and try to trip her.
Everything is just a blur, one second we're bouncing off walls, then the stalls, both of us swinging at each other blindly, indistinguishable curses and screams ringing in my ears. Everything hurts but I fight through it. Feeling drenched with sweat and tears, the water stains showing on my pink tank top.
You managed to hook my leg off the floor enough for me to stumble back when you drive your shoulder into me, reeling we fall, one hand still tangled in your hair, I grab onto your hair with my other. Falling almost ass first before I fully hit the floor with you landing partially on top me. My leg still hooked with your arm. my other leg almost trapped under you, I wiggle and squirm enough to get my leg up around you, trying to squeeze enough to hold you. Both hands still in your hair, I lean back with all my weight all start pulling your hair with everything I could muster with tears streaming down. Tears of anger, tears of frustration and tears of satisfaction, finally being able to release these pent up emotions.
"YOU FUCKING CXNT!!! I'LL RIP YOUR FUCKIN' HEAD OFF!!" Each word landing with a slap to the back of your head.