[mossibabe]

mmmmm really hot fight

[Erin Lee]

I can't help but smirk, you seriously think your pathetic attempts at insults is going to bother me? And this stroking my thigh right up to my stocking tops? Perlease bitch, i'm a gold star lesbian, you think maybe a good feel will weaken my resolve to beat you to a pulp? Maybe you do at that, for a business woman you don't come over as particularly smart.
One thing you said did make sense however, the idea we fight for a set number of minutes here and the same number at mine.

"Yeah, i'm down with that bitch" i reply, licking my rouge coated lips at the thought of getting to really hurt you and finish this lil feud of ours.

So, after listening to the trash spewing from your mouth i brush your hand off my leg and stand up. "Gonna sit there all day or are ya gonna try and cash the cheque ya mouth seems to want you too?" and with that said i toss the remains of my red wine in your face and stroll across the room.

Now, in case anyone is wondering, of course i'm nervous, this bitch is  tough and fights equally well as me if not better, but anyone who fights knows that anything is possible. I've fought bigger girls and won and smaller girls and lost but the buzz i get is from the fight not the outcome. That said, this is personal and i really really wanna finish this bitch off.

I kick off my heels then ease my lithe body out of my lil black dress, i debate if i should keep my rings on, they would really mess this bitches face up, but i decide, no, if i beat her it will be by fair means so that she knows she was beaten by the better woman.

Friday nights alright for fightin....Gotta love Elton John, he was right, got till Monday to recover.

So, there i stand, my left hip raised matching my raised left eyebrow and doing the double teapot, black bra, black suspenders, black thong and black stockings. "Don't keep me waiting bitch, i'm more than ready for ya"

[KateA]

“Yeah, i'm down with that bitch“

With your words our Faustian pact was signed; this was definitely going to be one of those catfights where in reality we both lose. However there is a question of degrees to this statement. One of us will lose severely; the winner - shall see to that…I shall see to that.

Suddenly you brush my hand off your thigh and get up. I smirk at you and say:

“Well aren’t you the eager bitch. You really want your face slapped that much?”

Your reply was instant and more than predictable:

“Oh you bitch…my dress! You fucking Bitch!” I protest bitterly the fact you threw red wine over my dress and face; but in reality I was loving it. I watch you from the comfort of my sofa as you ease yourself out of your little black dress and kick off our heels. Seeing you in your lingerie was I have to admit rather sexy; if only we met while wearing our lingerie? I lament what could of been for a brief second before I make my move.

With wine glass in hand I slowly rise from my sofa and begin to walk around my living area; my heels click on the wooden floor as I casually and with all the time in the world remove my earrings. I place them on a bookcase pause briefly as I remove my gold cross. I kiss it before placing in next to my copies of the Kama Sutra and The Heart of Tantric Sex. I give you a wry smile and a wink; before I continue to stroll around my room…glass of red still in hand. Eventually I return to my sofa where I place my glass on a small glass coffee table and proceed to slowly slip out of my red dress.

I playfully try to tease you as I ease my dress off my body; slowly I expose my red lace bra and then my perfectly sculpted and yet feminine abs. Before finally I let it slide down my shapely legs. I step out of my dress and pick it up and place it on my sofa; before at last I remove my heels.

It’s at this moment I hear you call out:

“Don't keep me waiting bitch, i'm more than ready for ya“

My response was immediate; I pick up my glass of red and walk over to your black dress. I gleefully smile as I empty by red wine all over it before tossing my glass out of the way.

“Hmm Now I’m ready Bitch…but before we start? Shall we hook up?”

I begin to play with my front suspender straps and gesture about attaching them to your stockings; while you attach your straps to mine.

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[Erin Lee]

I smile a bit as you complain about the red wine that now stains your dress and i know you'll reply in kind which is why i got my dress off rather quickly.

What i didn't bargain for was you pouring your wine over my discarded dress. I nod my head, very clever and fair enough, i'll just hurt you even more for that.

Then you strip down to your red lace bra. You look pretty hot, i don't even like to think it so i shake my head and banish that thought. We aren't here to admire each other, we are here to finally settle our differences.

Then you start flapping your gums again, good lord you can yap, you come up with a weird idea of attaching our suspenders together. I frown at this quite odd suggestion and shake my head. "They will tear apart very easily when the fight starts, surely you know that? But ok, if that is what you want, let's do it"

So, suspenders quickly attached i move quickly. My hands go right to your hair and wrapping quite a few strands around my fingers i start to yank your head up and down and side to side. I push into you, looking to use my body to force you backwards. I look over your right shoulder and see the sofa behind you, my plan is to take you down onto that sofa.

[KateA]

With our eyes locked I begin to slowly approach you; while you consider my challenge to hook up. Eventually analog Erin and her clockwork mind agrees begrudgingly to my request. Your reply is laced with snark:

"They will tear apart very easily when the fight starts, surely you know that? But ok, if that is what you want, let's do it"

I snap back:

“Well I never expected anything I’m wearing to survive tonight…besides we don’t hook up because it’s practical. It’s a statement of intent bitch that we’re both here to catfight and that neither of us will back off. This catfight is going to be attack, attack and attack!”

We line up our thighs and quickly I hook my suspenders to your stockings and you hook your suspenders to mine. Our chests breath deeply as we look at each other and lick our lips…until the silence is broken by me:

“Alexa - set timer for 15 minutes”

Alexa responds and your lunge for my hair with both hands,

You immediately wrap the strands of my hair around your fingers and pull. You violently yank my hair from side to side; up and down.

“Arhhh your fucking whore! You will pay for that bitch!” I scream as my head begins to sting with pain; however your not done and use your body to push into me as you aim to force us onto my sofa.

However as you were pulling on my hair; I reached up and grabbed your hair too. I wrap the strands of your hair around my palms and make a fist. Immediately I pull on your hair and I yank it straight down your back. But as your forcing your body into mine; I hook your left leg with my right and try to trip us. We fall onto my sofa and hit the back with such force the sofa topples over backwards and we roll onto the floor. With hands still buried in each other’s hair; our legs wild trash about as we kick each other.

“Fucking Bitch!” I hiss

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[Erin Lee]

It's like you read my mind, maybe you really are a witch. I had every intention of backing you up till we reached the sofa, then, dropping you onto your back i intended to mount you and do all sorts of unspeakable things to your body until you cried out that you couldn't carry on. So, damn you bitch!!

That i am hurting you is beyond question, your screams as i drag your head around by the hair bear testament to that, but hurting you and making you quit are two entirely different things as i soon find out. Your hands immerse themselves in my rather dishevelled hair and you, like me, start to drag my head around and around till i start to feel somewhat dizzy. We are however still heading towards the sofa so i'll take the pain to get the gain. Only i don't, get the gain i mean. You are also well aware of where the sofa is and as we near it you slip one of your long shapely legs around the back of my left leg.

We trip, the sofa, under our combined weight and not inconsiderable momentum, tips over and we go with it. Now this doesn't hurt me and i'm equally sure it didn't hurt you. We keep a good hold on each others hair and our legs thrash around and as i suspected our previously fastened together suspenders tear our stockings and separate.

I'm not sorry this has happened as i look to now use one of my main weapons against you. As we thrash and kick out i give a real hard yank on your hair as i look to drag you towards me. We are on our sides and my left leg is now under you. I'm quick to slide my right leg up your body till my ankles connect and cross, locking my thighs tightly around your admittedly toned abs.

I start to squeeeeze, my glutes are so hard you could bounce a penny off them, my thighs strain as they dig into your sides.."What ya gotta say now, bitch?" i hiss as i grit my teeth and apply as much pressure as i can on your body.

[KateA]

Pulling on each other’s hair like a pair of furious hellcats; I successfully hook my leg around yours and between us we send each other tumbling down and onto my sofa. During the fall we both scream a little; an instinctive reaction to us losing our balance. The momentum of our tumble is more than enough to upend my sofa and with hands pulling on each other’s hair; we roll off my upended sofa and onto the wooden floors. We continue to pull on each other’s hair; as we spit out poisonous insult after insult at each other. Meanwhile our legs furiously trash and clash as they fight to ensnare each other.

Slipping and sliding together the nylon of our stockings begin to hiss as they rub together In anger. However during this you successfully slip your legs around me and scissor my abs. As you lock together your ankles (Erin locking together her ankles and not spreading her legs!!! Well this is new!!!) you complete your scissors and begin to crush my abs. I adjust my breathing as I try to take away some of the pressure on my body. I scream at you:

“Let go of me you fucking slag!”

Your response comes in a renewed effort to crush my body. I have no choice; I let go of your hair and instinctively try to pry open your legs with my hands - my attempt fails. You sneer at me:

“What ya gotta say now, bitch?"

“I say fuck you…whore!”

Laying on our sides facing each other you continue to pull on my hair. But then suddenly I move my upper body towards yours. I grab hold of your left arm with both hands; making sure to dig in my nails as I do. I lean across with my head and I sink my teeth into your left bicep; I bite hard enough so that it hurts, but I do not break your skin. With this attack I hope to escape your clutches and weaken your offence all with one cruel hard bite?

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[Erin Lee]

I'm really enjoying squeezing you with my thighs. Legs have always been my go to when i want to weaken an adversary and as i increase the pressure on your tummy i know that it has to be taking a toll on you. I look up at the timer to see how long is left, plenty of time to work you over and finish you off. Bitch, you are going down.

We continue to lay on our sides with you squirming around and occasionally letting out weak whimpers. I slap my thigh and smirk at you "What's it like to get owned bitch?"

I haul on your hair, looking to hurt you in any way possible when, you lurch towards me and take hold of my left arm, annoying but not gonna alter your predicament. Your nails dig into my flesh, i screw up my eyes and grit my teeth, determined not to let you distract me from my goal. It's then that you pull my arm towards you and you sink your teeth into my left bicep.

This changes things, i yelp in pain.."Biting...really? that's low even for you bitch" i squeal as i release you from my scissors and look to kick you away with both feet to your chest.

I look down at my arm and the teeth marks in my flesh, fu@k that stings. I shake my arm, trying to shake away the pain. Whilst doing this i also keep an careful watch on what you are up to I dunno how much i weakened you but you are a tough bitch and i 'spect it will take more than a scissors to force you outta this fight.

I rise to my feet and drop into a slight crouch, lifting my arms i beckon to you with both hands.."C'mon then bitch, let's get back to it"

[KateA]

On our sides we both squirm on the floor; regrettably however I’m currently squirming much more than yourself. Trapped between your thighs; every breath I make increases the pain on my body. At first I did try to pry apart your legs with my hands - it failed. Which in hindsight should not surprise me; being a notorious SLUT! it is well known that you need a platoon of Royal Marines to close your legs; so clearly a similar effort would be needed to part them on that rarest of occasion in which you keep your legs shut! Unfortunately for me this was one of those times and fuck did it hurt. Your thighs rub cruelly against my body and the soreness I feel stings like hell. My breathing too is affected as every breath becomes more laboured than the last.

Then you smirk:

“What's it like to get owned bitch?"

“Fuck you Erin! Fuck you!” I snap back.

I grab your arm; it only mildly annoys you. I sink in my nails and you grit your teeth and screw up your eyes. But as my teeth sink into your bicep…everything changes. You scream:

“Biting...really? that's low even for you bitch“

I ignore your remark and continue to bite your bicep; but soon I feel your legs slacken and seconds later I’m free. However as I release my jaws from you; I feel your feet slam into my chest and my face turns red with pain. I instinctively roll away from you; note your doing similar.

I take a few moments to gather myself; my stomach has been tenderised and so has my breasts. It’s at this point I reply to your last remark:

“Bitch! You have no moral high ground here! You want to talk about low? How about clawing my kitty in an elevator? That’s fucking low! Or we could just agree there’s no rules in a catfight and get back to it…cxnt!”

You response comes in the form of rising to your feet; I slowly begin to mirror your movement. So as you crouch down; I do the same. You begin to beckon me with your arms and snarl:

“C'mon then bitch, let's get back to it”

“Nothing would please me more you fucking slag!” I sneer back at you.

I move across grab hold of your hands with mine; we begin to grapple and soon it’s not long until we’re both fully standing. Our breasts bounce against each other’s as we spit out insults while both of us desperately try to establish dominance over each other in this test of strength.

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[Erin Lee]

In an almost mirror move we both rise to our feet. I'm hoping i took more out of you with that scissors then you have taken out of me.

Both breathing hard now we face each other, you make a lunge towards me with your hands outstretched, fingers spread. My fingers are also spread and we interlace then, our fingers pressing against the back of each others hands.

I go up on tiptoes, my biceps swell. I grimace as my left bicep protests at this, your bite did, if not weaken, certainly left enough behind to remind me that it's not at full power.

I stagger back just a lil, my knees trembling, i go from tiptoes to having bent knees. "You are stronger than you look bitch" i hiss, the knuckles of both hands turning white.

With my wrists being forced back i drop to my knees, sweat forms on my forehead, trickles down my nose and drips onto my chest. I try and force your wrists back as i look to try and get back on my feet.

[KateA]

With our fingers interlocked together we begin to push and struggle with each other. Our breathing is erratic as we look for any positional advantage over each other. We begin to bite our lips and grit of teeth throughout our titanic struggle. In terms of physicality we’re both extremely even and both of us excel at mental toughness. Whether it be your bicep or my stomach and chest; we both mentally put to one side the pain and continue.

As our struggle intensifies you go up on your tip toes, I find myself matching you. Suddenly you begin to struggle a little; you stagger back a little and your knees begin to bend. You hiss at me:

“You are stronger than you look bitch“

I snarl back:

“Yeah…well you’re not bad at this too slut!”

Our stalemate continues for a while longer and beads of sweat form on my forehead and roll down my cheeks and drop onto my chest. What started out as a dirty no rules catfight has morphed into an honourable test of strength and as I look into your eyes I know that this test of strength is now more so a test of wills. We’re both hurting and we’re both tired; yet our stubborn determination drives us both forward; neither of us will concede this test and acknowledge the other as the better woman!

It is at this moment I begin to consider my options. I think about delivering a swift kick to you; could I do it quickly enough and avoid you pushing me onto my back? Probably not! Could I kick you and avoid coming off worse in the melee to follow? Maybe…but should I kick you? The answer surprises even me…no I should not; in this moment and in this specific challenge I will no belittle myself with underhand tactics.

Suddenly and surprisingly you drop to your knees; I think to myself that if I just stay on my feet I can do this. The physics of this situation is in my favor…yet like me you refuse to give up. You force my wrists back and leading with your powerful right leg you rise to your feet like the mythical phoenix. Our arms stretch out to our sides; our sweaty forehead’s begin to push together. Frustrated by the growing level of respect your building within me; I snarl:

“Arhhhh…why won’t you just give up you fucking bitch?”

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[Erin Lee]

It pretty much takes all the physical and mental determination i have to fight back from my knees to a standing position and once there our arms are splayed out to our sides.

We go forehead to forehead and our eyes lock, our tits mash together as we both press on the other, trying to force her backwards to enforce dominance against her. We do appear to be in some kind of stalemate, grunting, sweating, our bodies straining, rubbing together, the atmosphere in the room so tense it could be cut with a knife.

"You lousy bitch" i hiss as i look to stamp down on your left foot, using this purely as a distraction though so i can untangle my fingers from yours. Once untangled i press my hands on your shoulders and push you back. Glancing to my right i spot a vase of flowers on a table, i rush over, grab it and hurl it in your direction, it misses and crashes into the wall spraying water and flowers everywhere.

"I'm gonna wreck you bitch" i snarl as i look towards the clock, 5 minutes left to really work you over. I grab a dining chair and toss that at you, that too misses but smashes the mirror above the fireplace.

You ducked to avoid the chair and i took this opportunity to rush you, i pretty much charge into you, a full on body to body splash if you will as i try and slam you back first into the wall

[KateA]

Eyes locked; I strain every last sinew as I resist your attack. A simple test of strength is now for me the most important test of my life. Losing to you is utterly unthinkable; but then again losing to you at anything would be crushing. Us girls don’t always like to admit it but occasionally in life you meet a woman who you absolutely must always beat. Doesn’t matter the arena or form of competition; it can be a race, a catfight, it can be who gets the most attention when she crosses her legs…doesn’t matter! What matters is that you beat that bitch at all costs and with you; I’ve met my bitch. I’ve met my white whale…I will hunt you; I will beat you! I will never give up! Even if this pursuit destroys me; I can’t let it go. I am the better woman; I must be…I will be!

With my psyche consumed by the thought of beating you; you hiss:

"You lousy bitch"

Your words snap me out and I hiss back:

“Jealous trollop!”

Suddenly you raise your leg and go to stamp on my foot. This is a tactic I know all too well well and I deftly move my ankle out of the way. However your attack was a feint and you skill fully use the opportunity presented to free yourself from my grasp and immediately push my shoulders.

“Bitch” I snap at you as I begin to stumble backwards a few steps. It is at that moment you grab a vase filled with flowers and throw it at me. You miss and the vase shatters against the wall sending flowers, water and shards of China everywhere.

“My vase…you fucking bitch!” I scream almost at the same time as you snarl at me:

"I'm gonna wreck you bitch"

“Bring it on cxnt!” I snap back

And that’s exactly what you do as you grab and hurl a chair in my direction; I dodge the chair but in doing so I’m off balance and at that moment you rush me. Your body slams into mine a mere few seconds after the sound of breaking glass from my mirror echoes around the room.

The initial slap of our bodies together must of stung you as much as me and I dig my feet the best I can into my floor and I raise my arms and push into your shoulders as I try to slow down the momentum of this movement. However the force; the physics of this situation are in your favour and you successfully end up pushing me against the wall. My shoulders take the brunt of the Impact and I scream in pain:

“Ow…Bitch! Owwww you fucking bitch!” I scream; my face red with rage…as tears, mascara and sweat weep down my cheeks.

In desperation and acting on instinct I send my right knee towards your stomach And scream in your face:

FUCK YOU ERIN!

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[Erin Lee]

As you may have noticed, if you were paying attention (you better had be paying attention or you'll be getting a slap from Katie) i'm now as focused on breaking up the bitches apartment as i am on breaking up the bitch. That does not mean she's escaped my wrath tho, not a bit of it, we still have the second part of this fight over at my place.

After tossing the vase...ok, hurling the vase at you and making a nasty attempt to wipe you out with a chair i charge at you, my temper well and truely out of control for the moment. I launch into you, our bodies slam together and you are driven back into the wall. You scream, call me names, i reply in best best sarcastic manner..."Ooohh...owwww...oh please stop, that name calling is really hurting me"

I feel that i might just be starting to wear you down now but if i am you obviously haven't yet realised it as you send a knee up into my tummy. A look of surprise spreads over my face, then i cough and retreat away from you holding said tummy.

"You shouldn't have done that bitch, now ya gonna pay"

And just as i spit out those words the timer goes off and our 15 minutes is up. Stuff that, i flash my claws and close with you, my right hand flashes out towards your face as i look to carve some tramlines on you as you did on me.

"Let's not waste any time and take this to my apartment" i hiss as i again swipe at your face with my nails.."I'm gonna fu@king destroy you"

Now if you for one minute think i'm gonna turn my back on you as i head for the door you don't know me too well. I know you well enough to know the split second i turn my back you'll be all over me like a cheap raincoat, so, i walk crablike to the door, keeping my eyes firmly fixed on you. I fumble for the doorhandle, my fingers close around it and i ease it open. I do the same across the hallway and ease my door open. Yes it was left unlocked, i mean, where did you think i was going to stash a key? between my boobs?

We enter and stand facing each other across the lounge. The cream carpet beneath our feet, i don't have much in the way of furniture, just a sofa by the back wall, a TV on brackets on the facing wall and a bookcase on the side wall.

"So this is it bitch, 15 minutes of pure hatred to settle this"

[KateA]

With my back against the wall proverbially and literally in this catfight; I know that I need to step it up a gear or two to get the better of that harlot Erin. With our foreheads nearly touching and the sweat from our bodies mingling; myself and Erin tussle with each other. Bodies pressed together we continue unleash insult; after insult! But then your insults turn to mocking; as you sneer:

“Ooohh...owwww...oh please stop, that name calling is really hurting me"

My face contorts with rage; insults I can take. But being mocked by Erin is a step too fucking far for this bitch! My knee finds your soft underbelly and I deliver a blow just hard enough to give you second thoughts. You begin to cough and move away from me; Immediately I take a moment to try and ease my soreness; I perform a few quick stretches just to make sure my arms are still fighting fit. Thankfully they pass the test! Meanwhile as you hold your tummy; you snarl:

“You shouldn't have done that bitch, now ya gonna pay"

I snap back:

“Fuck you Erin…we’re catfighting not ball room dancing bitch and I will do whatever I fucking want”

*Beep-Beep-Beep*

The alarm goes off signalling the end of the catfight in my apartment. You look at me with an overconfident grin and hiss:

“Let's not waste any time and take this to my apartment" You playfully swipe your nails at my face; as a threat of what is to come. I smile and show my nails to you; I don’t say a word but my smile says it all - No bitch likes to scratch more than me!

Then with one final hiss you say:

"I'm gonna fu@king destroy you"

You’re over confident boast bores me so much; that I can’t even be bothered to swear at you; my response is very much reminiscent of teenage Kate:

“Yeah…whatever Erin!”

I watch you carefully make your way over to your apartment. However you can’t look both ways at once; and as you stumble to find the handle to open your doors. I quickly grab a stick of gum from my bookshelf; which I proceed to chew on and snatch the already opened bottle of red from earlier. I follow you into your apartment and as soon as you start talking; I get to work.

You snarl at me:

“So this is it bitch, 15 minutes of pure hatred to settle this"

But even before the words finish coming out of your mouth; I walk around your room making sure I pour red wine over your nice cream carpet. As the last drop hits the carpet I hiss:

“Oh Erin…did you want some?”

With a smile on my face I then throw the bottle at your TV with inevitable results. With a satisfied grin on my face I hiss:

“Hmm let’s catfight bitch!”

I walk over to you and as soon as our bras touch; I push both your shoulders and immediately follow up with a thunderously stinging right hand slap to your left cheek!

“Bitch” I hiss at you; while inside I’m in ecstasy. That slap felt so good!

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