It took a break from work; Rose felt she was tested by everything that had happened. She had faced a seesaw of feelings in a short time, different models but the same competition.
The school trip was probably the best chance, the student could not pass up the opportunity to get away from the modelling world for a while.
Rose prepared to go on the trip, arriving at the meeting point early in the morning. She hated going out before the sunlight lit up the sky, but it was for a good cause.
Only after a few hours did she manage to board the bus that would take them on the trip. Getting on, she made her way to the last seats; they were eventually the most coveted seats, and who better to sit there than her?
After sitting down, her eyes met those of an old threat. Elsa looked at her with a grim gaze, approaching without looking away.
"Get off," hissed the French girl.
"No way," spat Rose.
Elsa hissed, looking hatefully at the classmate who continued to stand still in the place she wanted.
"I told you to get out of the way, that's my seat."
"Or what?" the British girl challenged her "I'll have to flatten you again?"
The French student's eyes widened, filling with deep hatred toward the classmate who had just held her previous victory against her.
Elsa opened her mouth to respond, but the teacher came on board and ordered everyone to sit down. Seeing Elsa still standing, the teacher again ordered them to sit down.
Rose smiled, staring at Elsa as she opened her legs to sit more comfortably. The French student growled in a low voice, surrendering as she sat down just ahead.
The model enjoyed the ride as best she could, savouring the power of having won the seat without anyone being able to avoid it.
***
After a few hours, having finished the classic trip organized by professors to acculturate their pupils, the classes arrived at the hotel where they were to sleep before going back.
Rooms were made on the spot, but Rose could not figure out who was in the room with her. By the time she reached the lobby, most people had already gone to their rooms.
The model took the key and walked to the room, which she found was already open. Her roommate was already inside. Rose had never expected this turn of events.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
Elsa's voice was furious, seeing Rose enter her room.
"Me? You rather! What the fuck are you doing in my room?"
"Your room? This is mine!"
It took a few minutes to realize what had happened. Being in the room together was a huge penance for both of them; it was the worst-case scenario.
Rose, however, had no intention of being the first to show weakness. Smiling, she closed the room behind her, going to the bed and putting down her stuff.
"Well, we'll make it through the night," smiled the model, "So you'll be lucky enough to see how a real woman sleeps."
Elsa cast a hate-filled glance at her companion, Rose looked at the girl's sexy body through her dress. The green top covered the breasts the British student had faced, connecting to the blue underside that descended like the bottom half of a dress.
"The only thing I'll be able to see is how a cow fills the bed," hissed the French student with a grin.
Rose straightened in front of the bed, an arrogant and annoyed smile on her lips as she turned around. That girl kept giving her head even though she had proven to be better.
"You're being so arrogant," hissed Rose, moving closer toward Elsa, "but we both know you're just a weak whore."
Rose's body pressed against Elsa's as the two students continued to hold each other's gaze.
"You've become the class leader, bravo," growled Elsa "but if you think you're better than me...well, you're not."
The bodies of the two girls pressed together again, their breasts beginning to move inside their cages as they squeezed each other. Rose smiled at her rival's impertinence.
"Looks like last time's lesson wasn't enough for you," hissed the model, pressing her breasts against Elsa's.
The French student squinted her eyes, remembering inside her chest the humiliation and pain she had felt when her perfect tits had given way against the girl's pair in front of her. Elsa never imagined that Rose's breasts could be better than her own.
"I am hard of understanding..." hissed Elsa acidly "...whore."
Elsa's pair pushed forward against Rose's breasts, the British student clamped her lips together as she felt her chest being pushed back, forcing her to push back in turn to reverse the situation.
The two students continued in that situation for a few seconds, pressing their hidden breasts together as they stared at each other arrogantly. Rose felt her confidence give her strength; her breasts would surely win again.
"Then let's take off our bras and play bitch" growled the model "My tits are ready to devour yours."
Elsa growled low and pressed forward, but suddenly her support for Rose disappeared as the student pulled back.
"It would be really fun..." said Rose, starting to walk slowly around Elsa "...to destroy your chest again. I still remember the feeling of your bags opening to mine" The model brought an arm over her breasts, raising them invitingly "And your nipples... Mmmmm, remember? How they folded against mine, helplessly" Rose gave more emphasis to the last word "Ahhh, the magnificent feeling of your flesh flattening, dominated by mine...how does it feel to be second? How does it feel to know ... that I am the better woman?" finished Rose, turning back to face the French student.
Elsa listened to the words without uttering a word, her fists closed so tightly that they began to lose colour on her knuckles. Every sound of Rose's voice caused an off-course burning inside her body, a flame that kept growing inside her enough to make her flare up. She hated the sufficiency with which the British student spoke to her, shoving her defeat in her face.
"You bitch!" screamed Elsa.
The French student shed every chain that could keep her at bay, her hands opened like claws as she leapt at the British student with a mask of rage on her face.
Elsa's hands grabbed Rose by the collar, throwing her back as the French student followed hysterically, falling over the desk against the wall. Elsa fell on top of her as she moved, growling as the model moaned.
"Bitch!" growled Rose.
The British student wrapped her arms around her rival, drawing her to herself to squeeze her tightly. Elsa managed to free herself and stand up as a slap connected to her face. The French student paused for a second, looking at her surprised rival before gritting her teeth and burying her fingers in Rose's dark hair.
The two girls found their hands in each other's hair; Rose managed to get up and began moving around the room with Elsa, hitting each other with her breasts as they tugged at each other's hair.
Rose put one foot behind that of the French student, and the two fell together as Elsa lost her balance but proto with her rival. The two students became a tangle of arms and legs thrashing on the floor until Elsa's momentum brought her on top of Rose.
"Fucking bitch!" screamed Rose before she was slapped.
Elsa began repeatedly hitting the British student's face with her open hand before howling when Rose's nails sank into the flesh of her thighs. The model tried to ruin and scratch her rival's legs, feeling the burn on her face from the slaps.
Elsa grabbed Rose's black top with both hands and broke it by pulling hard, subsequently grabbing the red bra her rival was wearing. Rose growled as she connected a slap across Elsa's face, then pulled her hair to the side to knock her off her feet.
"Get off me, bitch!"
Elsa fell to the side, immediately returning to the fight and grabbing Rose's waist to throw her to the ground, leaving the British student to wrap both arms around Elsa's face.
Rose let herself fall onto her rival so that she was crushed underneath her, Elsa moaned as she felt herself being crushed completely, kicking her rival's legs to drop her.
"cxnt!"
Rose grabbed Elsa's dress with one hand, pulling it outward, the French student hissed in response as the strap widened until it slid out of her body.
"Bitch! My dress!" complained Elsa.
"Oh, really?" growled Rose, before doing the same to the other strap of Elsa's dress, breaking it with her hands.
The French student screamed in anger and frustration as she hit her rival's body with her own, knocking her off her. Rose and Elsa pounced on each other, their thighs came into contact, their legs wrapped together to tighten.
Their hands reached for each other's hair one more time, burying their fingers in the middle of their locks as their breasts pressed between their bodies.
Rose released one hand suddenly, striking Elsa in the chest before she could defend herself. The French student felt the pain explode in her right breast, freeing Rose's hair to bring her hands to her chest.
The British student took the opportunity to roll back so she could stand up still panting. Once on her feet, she heard a dull noise behind her; the model was just in time to turn around only to find Elsa charging her hard.
Their bodies fell onto the bed behind Rose, Elsa on top as she climbed over her rival's sexy body, trying to pin her rival to the mattress.
The fingers of one of Rose's hands intertwined with Elsa's as the British student grabbed the French student's long hair again, pulling downward. Elsa grabbed the model's hair in turn as she tried to overcome rival resistance with her other hand.
Rose's eyes flashed, moving quickly from Elsa's face to the hand forcing itself against the rival one and back to the student. She felt her muscles burning as the hand was slowly pushed back.
Their moans became louder and louder, each could feel the other's hot breath on her face, which led Rose to play a mean move to escape entrapment.
Elsa was too busy trying to win the test of strength to fight Rose's next move, the British student pulled her rival's face to herself thanks to the hold on her hair, kissing her.
Elsa suddenly froze, feeling the sweet taste of the enemy's lips on hers as her arm pushed with less force. Rose was glad she had managed to win the moment she needed to disengage her hand with Elsa's to slap her rival once more.
Her hand, however, stopped when she felt the French student respond to the kiss vehemently, finding herself having to fight back to avoid being overwhelmed by the rival lips.
The sound of lips smacking mingled with of their quick breaths, each continuing to press their lips together as their hands stopped pulling at their hair.
That little interval ended a few seconds later when they both realized what they were doing. Elsa abandoned the kiss, pulling up slightly as she looked Rose in the eyes. Neither saw lust in the other, only ... rivalry.
"Bitch," hissed Rose with a mischievous smile, "I am the better woman."
Elsa tried to respond but her rival was quick to place both of her on the girl's shoulders and push her to the side. Rose quickly stood up as the French student straightened up.
"Not in a million years," hissed Elsa, "I'll outfuck you, cxnt!"
The two students threw themselves at each other, kneeling on the bed. One hand wrapped around the other's body, holding her close as their lips still locked together. The free hands quickly lowered, finding the rival mound behind the other's briefs.
Their tongues collided in an aggressive dance as their bodies pressed together. Elsa's hand unhooked Rose's bra, then grabbed her right tit. The British student gasped at the kiss, thrusting forward to fall on top of the French student.
Rose's eyes narrowed; with a quick move, she ripped off Elsa's slip, revealing her glistening pussy. The French student growled, trying to stop her with her hands, but it was too late. The two students entwined their legs, and Rose mercilessly plunged her index and middle fingers into the French student's wet folds.
Elsa closed her eyes, moaning silently as her rival's other hand reached out to pinch her enemy's nipple, twisting it gently as she pushed in and out with her fingers. The French student mirrored the move, inserting her long, slender fingers between her rival's thighs. Rose's breathing stopped when Elsa violated her by imitating her movements with disconcerting precision, the room filled with the sound of their fingers moving together in a symphony of pleasure and competition.
Their bodies moved in a silent dance, each trying to outdo the other in speed and intensity, the smell of arousal grew stronger mingling with the faint aroma of sweat and the sweetness of their scents. Their kisses became more aggressive, their tongues duelling wildly as their hips collided and pressed together.
"Is that all you have, chérie?" Elsa taunted her with her French accent, "I thought you were better than me."
Rose's eyes shone with determination, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of anger and excitement.
"You think you're the better woman, bitch?" spat Rose, her voice a low growl. "But I'll show you who's really in charge here."
In one swift move, Rose's legs wrapped around the French girl's waist in a vice-like grip. She leaned forward, their faces inches apart, their breaths mingled as they stared into each other's eyes.
Elsa's hands slid down to grasp Rose's hips, pulling her closer. They began to rub against each other, their clitorises rubbing together in a frenzied dance. The heat between their legs became more intense, and their breaths quickened.
Rose narrowed her eyes, pushing Elsa's hand away and regaining control of her pussy. Her thumb circled Elsa's clit with expert precision, her other fingers curling inside her, searching for that sweet spot that would make her rival submit. Elsa's moans became louder, her body writhing beneath her.
But Elsa wasn't the type to give up easily. With surprising agility, she reversed their positions, pinning Rose's wrists to her bed. She leaned down, grazing her teeth along Rose's neck.
"Let's see how long you can last, bitch," Elsa whispered.
Her deft fingers penetrated Rose's wetness, curling them in a way that sent shivers down her spine.
Rose's eyes widened in surprise and pleasure, but she refused to show it. Instead, she used her trapped hand to pull Elsa's head down, forcing her to kiss her neck, and sinking her teeth into her soft flesh. Elsa flinched but she didn't stop, her determination to win burning brighter and brighter.
Their bodies rocked together in a rhythm that became more and more frenetic. The bed beneath them creaked in protest as the only sounds were their panting breaths and the wet smacking of their pussies against each other.
Rose felt Elsa's thumb press harder on her clit, feeling her body rebel in pleasure, but she couldn't let Elsa win. The model raised her hips, trying to free herself from the French girl's grip, but Elsa held on, her eyes shining with victory.
Pushing with her arms, Rose managed to free herself, causing her rival to fall, kneeling on the bed as she tried to move away. Elsa, taken by surprise, was left panting and exposed. The French student caught up quickly, chasing her rival.
"Not so fast," Elsa said with a sly smile, her voice a seductive purr.
The two closed in a duel of kisses, Rose felt her body heat up while her rival continued to fight harder and harder. After a few minutes, Rose pulled away from the kiss. Elsa, sensing Rose's retreat, moved to follow her, so as not to let her rival escape to recover, falling into the enemy's trap.
Quickly, Rose trapped Elsa's legs with her own, completely trapping her rival. Elsa's eyes widened in surprise as Rose took full advantage of the situation, plunging her hand back into Elsa's pussy without hesitation. The French girl's body tensed, opening her mouth wide for a soft moan. The model's fingers danced in a ferocious ballet of dominance, continuing to torment her rival.
The French girl tried to wiggle out of the hold, her legs trapped by Rose's tighter grip, trying to push her away, but Rose was relentless. The British beauty leaned forward, her breasts brushing Elsa's, her nipples erect and sensitive. "You'll come for me," she whispered, her breath hot against Elsa's ear. “And when you do, you will admit that I am the better woman.”
Elsa glared at her rival, moaning the next second as Rose's fingers moved in a way that seemed to read her every thought, every desire. She felt her body betray her, her pussy tightening around her invading fingers, her hips rising to meet her every thrust.
Rose leaned down, her breath warm on Elsa's neck as she whispered sweet nothings, tongue flicking her rival's ear.
"You will cum for me, Elsa. You will prove who is the strongest."
Her teeth grazed Elsa's earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine. The French girl's body responded, her pussy contracting around Rose's hand.
Elsa's hands clawed at the sheets, her body arching as Rose's fingers moved in and out of her. She wanted to react, to show that she wasn't someone who let herself be dominated, but her pleasure was too intense. Her body was a live wire, each touch sending electric shocks straight to her heart.
She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. The British student leaned over her, her green eyes shining with triumph.
"Say it," she murmured, her breath tickling Elsa's neck. "Say I'm better."
“No…” whispered Elsa “Fuck you!” she growled.
With a sudden burst of strength, she pushed Rose off of her, causing the other girl to fall onto the bed. For a moment they both stood there, panting and dishevelled, their eyes fixed in silent defiance. Then, with a growl that was half frustration and half excitement, Elsa swung her legs over Rose's head, twisting them into a 69 position.
“Let's see if your breasts can make you go over the limit as well as fight,” the French student hissed.
Elsa's body moved so that Rose's breasts were within reach of her mouth, the French student sucked on one of Rose's hard nipples, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip. Rose gasped, her eyes widening in surprise, but she quickly recovered, frustrated that her rival had managed to turn the tables. She cupped Elsa's other breast, her thumb and forefinger playing with the hardened tip as she took it into her mouth, sucking hard.
Their bodies moved together, their hips continued to grind together as their mouths feasted on each other's breasts. The sound of sucking filled the room, mixing with muffled moans and gasps of pleasure. Elsa's hand found its way to Rose's pussy, her fingers sliding into her easily as Rose's hand never stopped working Elsa's clit, her palm rubbing against her as she sucked the nipple.
The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that each girl used to fuel their competitive spirit. They had moved beyond simple hatred, into a realm of desire and power that neither of them had ever experienced before. Their rivalry had transformed into something raw and primal, a battle between body and mind, played out most intimately.
Elsa's hand worked on Rose's clit with a ferocity that seemed to defy her previous submission. Her tongue flicked out and teased the hardened tip of her rival's nipple, drawing gasps and whimpers from the British student. Meanwhile, Rose's hand never stopped on Elsa's pussy, her fingers moving at a punishing pace.
The sound of their breastfeeding was a testament to their mutual desire for victory. Elsa's tongue danced around the areola before taking the nipple back into her mouth, this time with more force. She bit down lightly and Rose's body rose in response. The French student took this as a sign of weakness and redoubled her efforts, moving her hand faster and more abruptly.
Rose responded by shifting her attention to Elsa's other breast, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh before her mouth closed around the nipple. She sucked hard, eliciting a low moan from Elsa's throat. The French girl's hips moved at a frenetic pace, her clit begging for relief. But Rose was ruthless, her hand now moving with precision.
Elsa's hand moved to match Rose's rhythm, her fingers sliding in and out of the Englishman's wet pussy with an intensity that spoke of her desire to win. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their pussies glistened in the soft light of the room. The air was thick with the smell of their arousal, an intoxicating scent that only served to heighten their desire for each other.
Elsa felt the pressure building inside her, her body responding to Rose's relentless ministrations. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer, but she was determined to make Rose come first. With a growl, she shifted her positions back face to face with the British student, their bodies separating with a wet pop as Rose gasped. Before the model could react, Elsa straddled her, their pussies coming together in a delicious collision of flesh.
Their hips began to rock in a slow, sensual rhythm, their clits rubbing together as they stared into each other's eyes. The air was thick with the smell of arousal, their breathing was laboured.
“You're about to get fucked, slut,” Elsa hissed.
"I'll make you beg for this" Rose smiled, her eyes never leaving Elsa's, whispering in a low, dangerous voice.
Using her hips to switch positions, her breasts pressed against Elsa's, their nipples brushing against her flesh. Their tongues met in a fiery dance, each girl trying to dominate the other.
Their hips began to move in a pussy-to-pussy dance, a fierce battle of wills and passion. The friction between their swollen folds was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through both bodies. Elsa's tongue darted out of her, licking and probing her rival's mouth as she fought to regain the upper hand. Rose continued to fight back, her hips lowering, forcing Elsa to accept her dominance.
Rose felt Elsa's grip on her slip and knew she had the upper hand. She increased the pace of her movements, rubbing her thumb over Elsa's clit in quick, firm circles. Elsa's hips began to jerk in response, her breathing becoming laboured. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, a symphony of passionate competition.
Elsa's eyes closed as she felt her orgasm building within her. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the scream that threatened to escape. But Rose was terrible, her teeth grazing the soft skin of Elsa's neck, her breathing hot and demanding.
"Cum for me," the model murmured, her voice full of arrogance, "You can't win."
The French student's body tensed, her muscles coiled like a spring. She knew she was close, very close. Desperate, Elsa lunged at her rival in strength, her breasts swelling together as Rose was thrown away.
Elsa rode her rival, fucking her with her hips. The British student's eyes widened, her back arching as she felt the pleasure build. Elsa's lips curved into an evil smile.
"No," she protested weakly, her voice barely a whisper. "It's not right."
“Righteousness is for the weak,” Elsa said, her voice low and seductive. “Now cum for me, bitch”
Their eyes met again, the challenge unspoken but clear. It wasn't just about the project anymore; it was about proving which of them was truly superior. Their bodies moved in a dance of desire and contempt, each trying to outdo the other, to force the other to submit.
Rose felt the tension coil inside her, her pussy throbbing around Elsa's relentless pussy. She gritted her teeth, trying to hold back her wave of pleasure, fighting her rival's with her throbbing clit.
When the two diamonds met, Elsa's clit simply bent Rose's inward, pushing her over the edge. With a scream that was half rage and half ecstasy, Rose came, her body shaking violently as she lost control.
Their eyes remained fixed, the air thick with the scent of their desire. For a moment there was only the endless rivalry and mutual hatred exchanged by their bodies' battle of wills. The two students stood there, panting and sweating, their hearts beating in unison, but as the passion waned, so did the respite. They separated and both realized what had just happened. The silence grew cold, and the reality of their situation prevailed. Elsa smiled, her eyes shining with victory.
"You see, Rose," she said, her voice like a velvet purr. "I told you I would outfuck you. Now tell me, who's the better woman?"
Rose's cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and anger, and tears started to roll down her cheeks. She stood up silently, moving on her bed as her arms tried to cover her heaving chest.
“It was just a fluke,” Rose spat, her voice shaking. "You're nothing but a slut"
“Should I come over there and show you who the slut is?” The Frenchwoman's smile grew colder, and her eyes flashed.
The words hit like a slap and Rose instinctively backed away onto her bed. She saw Elsa smile arrogantly, getting up and heading towards the bathroom, Rose became aware of what she did, looking in the direction of her rival angrily.
“It's not over,” Rose whispered, “I'll never admit it.”
Elsa stopped just before entering the bathroom, turning with a look of pure malice.
“Oh, but I'll know how our fight went... and no, it's not over,” she agreed, “but maybe now you'll think twice before underestimating me.”
Elsa entered the bathroom, Rose heard the sound of the shower water. The British student pulled her legs up to her chest, crying silently in her humiliating defeat.
She had lost.
The heavy awareness of her accompanied her until she returned home, sitting in the first available seat on the bus. Elsa is in the centre, at the back of the bus, in her place. The place of the best woman.
