[Erin Lee]

The tinsel snaps, only to be expected, Rachel didn't exactly spend a fortune on her Christmas decs.

Our legs tangle, thigh glides over thigh, feet thrash around trying to find something painful to kick. My dress rides up as it finds no purchase on my silky black stockings. A small expanse of bare white flesh is exposed between stockings and thong. I can sense the drooling from some of the women in the room.

I have but one aim...actually i have two aims. The first being to beat Kate into total submission, the second to finish the fight sat on her face with her tits in my hands and her kitty naked.

As the tinsel snaps i suddenly find myself on my back with Kate straddling me. My scalp aches but you decide to let my hair go for the opportunity to aim some vicious slaps at my face. I feel your knees and thighs pressing into my sides. Your admittedly shapely butt pressed down on my tummy.

My head snaps side to side with each slap, they are wild, some hit, some miss. I know i have to get you off me, there are far too many people in the room screaming for you to finish me.

I thrust up my arms as i look to make it much harder for you to slap my face and as my arms rise my hands grab hold of your dress and tear it down to expose your bra. Quickly i now look to expose your tits by forcing your bra up and off them. Your milky white flesh is now there for all to see and for my nails to scratch. And scratch i do, dragging my nails across both your wobbling orbs.

While i busy myself on your tits, i plant both feet flat to the floor and thrust upwards forcefully from the hips, looking to send you flying off over my head and into the detritus that was once the ornaments from the tree.

[monica28]

Apologies, how very remiss of me. I didn't share what i am wearing, so here goes.

I'm in a mid thigh length black dress...think Audrey Hepburn.
Black lace bra and matching thong.
Black suspenders and black stockings.
I was wearing a pair of black pumps but those went west very early in the fight.
Hair is freshly minted blonde, cut shoulder length and resting loose, blue eye shadow, red nails and lips.

I think that covers it?

Didn’t get time to change out of your day job.

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

The atmosphere in Rachel’s living room is absolutely electric. Some scream in support of me, others scream in support of Erin…then we have others like Fluffy Bunny Cuddles who scream for us to fuck each other up! However in between the screams numerous guests give each other poisonous glares, personal space is aggressively invaded and breasts bump together in highly choreographed displays of femininity and cattiness. It seems that mine and Erin’s display of unladylike behaviour has warmed up the Cold War and that further clashes are imminent.

However I could not careless, I spent the good part of a year waiting for another chance to grab Erin by her hair and to viciously assault her face in particular. As I said earlier, that manicure of mine cost a fortune and I fully intend to get my monies worth out of them. But for now I sit straddled across Erin’s firm midriff and wildly I slap at the sluts face. Some of my slaps are clean and sharp, others fly harmlessly through the air, while other’s just glance Erin’s cheeks with my nails. As for me, I’m getting hot and wild. I’m just gonna say it, slapping Erin’s face is better than sex, even sex with her man! Mmm delicious!!!

But while I lose my inhibitions, Erin reaches up with her arms and grabs hold of my red top. Now my sexy Santa outfit is definitely not the most durable of my outfits and as you pull on it, the stitching does not put up much of a fight and soon my red lace bra is exposed. Well you man saw it last Thursday night, so only fair you get a peek I guess? Sadly for me voyeurism was not your intention and soon my perfectly firm 34C breasts make an appearance. Many in the room slowly lick their lips or fidget and rub their thighs together in excitement. However while Erin was not one of those, she was most definitely excited as her nails dug into my flesh.

I could not see it but I think my face turned red due to the pain? While my breasts felt as if they were on fire, it was as if they were being stabbed by a thousand needles. I grit my teeth and grab hold of your wrists in an attempt to free my girls from your poisonous grasp. But in doing so, I foolishly end up assisting you - as you plant your feet into the carpet and thrust upwards. The forces in play unbalance me and I’m sent flying into what remains of the Christmas tree and a selection of broken and non broken ornaments.

“Fuck!” I scream, as within a few seconds my advantageous start to our catfight is over. Yet this is an opportunity. I glance at your discarded pumps and then glance at my boots. We don’t need words and I calmly, yet with haste proceed to unzip and remove my boots. All the while however my eyes pay close attention to your movements. Finally with my boots removed I slowly rise to my feet, a almost psychotic smile consumes my face as I clench my fists and raise them.

I glare coldly at Erin, and am about to say something when suddenly from the cheap seats we both hear: “Kate…Erin you fucking whores! Fuck each other up now!”

Neither myself or Erin are known for listening to the demands of other women, but maybe it was the magic of Christmas? As obediently we approach each other with fists raised.

Yt

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Apologies, how very remiss of me. I didn't share what i am wearing, so here goes.

I'm in a mid thigh length black dress...think Audrey Hepburn.
Black lace bra and matching thong.
Black suspenders and black stockings.
I was wearing a pair of black pumps but those went west very early in the fight.
Hair is freshly minted blonde, cut shoulder length and resting loose, blue eye shadow, red nails and lips.

I think that covers it?

Didn’t get time to change out of your day job.

Heh - Mop Head! Haven’t you got school corridors to clean…Bitch?

[Alix_Fights]

I never did get to fight either one of these pretentious bitches, but I do dislike Kate more than I dislike Erin. so go Erin, decorate the floor with Kate's ripped out, mousy brown locks, decorate what's left of the tree with her slutty outfit and lingerie, and use your nails to carve her up  like a holiday ham, from her head to her toes, and all the interesting places in-between!

PS:  For some reason I'm not allowed to vote.  Hmmm, could it be that Kate is angry at me and has deliberately blackballed me? I guess I'll find out.

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

I never did get to fight either one of these pretentious bitches, but I do dislike Kate more than I dislike Erin. so go Erin, decorate the floor with Kate's ripped out, mousy brown locks, decorate what's left of the tree with her slutty outfit and lingerie, and use your nails to carve her up  like a holiday ham, from her head to her toes, and all the interesting places in-between!

PS:  For some reason I'm not allowed to vote.  Hmmm, could it be that Kate is angry at me and has deliberately blackballed me? I guess I'll find out.

Oh Alix, you’re almost as sweet as Amy

However voting is currently locked, as me and Erin wanted to make a start to the catfight and open the voting later in the poll. However just to be clear everyone will be able to vote from Saturday onwards and I will post when voting is open.

[Alix_Fights]

I never did get to fight either one of these pretentious bitches, but I do dislike Kate more than I dislike Erin. so go Erin, decorate the floor with Kate's ripped out, mousy brown locks, decorate what's left of the tree with her slutty outfit and lingerie, and use your nails to carve her up  like a holiday ham, from her head to her toes, and all the interesting places in-between!

PS:  For some reason I'm not allowed to vote.  Hmmm, could it be that Kate is angry at me and has deliberately blackballed me? I guess I'll find out.

Oh Alix, you’re almost as sweet as Amy

However voting is currently locked, as me and Erin wanted to make a start to the catfight and open the voting later in the poll. However just to be clear everyone will be able to vote from Saturday onwards and I will post when voting is open.

Oh Kate, you are always full of surprises, but I will look forward to voting for Erin to have her way with you, anyway she should desire.

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

I never did get to fight either one of these pretentious bitches, but I do dislike Kate more than I dislike Erin. so go Erin, decorate the floor with Kate's ripped out, mousy brown locks, decorate what's left of the tree with her slutty outfit and lingerie, and use your nails to carve her up  like a holiday ham, from her head to her toes, and all the interesting places in-between!

PS:  For some reason I'm not allowed to vote.  Hmmm, could it be that Kate is angry at me and has deliberately blackballed me? I guess I'll find out.

Oh Alix, you’re almost as sweet as Amy

However voting is currently locked, as me and Erin wanted to make a start to the catfight and open the voting later in the poll. However just to be clear everyone will be able to vote from Saturday onwards and I will post when voting is open.

Oh Kate, you are always full of surprises, but I will look forward to voting for Erin to have her way with you, anyway she should desire.

No, thank you Alix

It’s always nice to know that you’re far more jealous of me, than Erin

[Alix_Fights]

I never did get to fight either one of these pretentious bitches, but I do dislike Kate more than I dislike Erin. so go Erin, decorate the floor with Kate's ripped out, mousy brown locks, decorate what's left of the tree with her slutty outfit and lingerie, and use your nails to carve her up  like a holiday ham, from her head to her toes, and all the interesting places in-between!

PS:  For some reason I'm not allowed to vote.  Hmmm, could it be that Kate is angry at me and has deliberately blackballed me? I guess I'll find out.

Oh Alix, you’re almost as sweet as Amy

However voting is currently locked, as me and Erin wanted to make a start to the catfight and open the voting later in the poll. However just to be clear everyone will be able to vote from Saturday onwards and I will post when voting is open.

Oh Kate, you are always full of surprises, but I will look forward to voting for Erin to have her way with you, anyway she should desire.

No, thank you Alix

It’s always nice to know that you’re far more jealous of me, than Erin

Hardly jealous of you Kate, and if you looked in the mirror with a more honest appraisal of your looks, you'd understand that.  I just want Erin to make you look even less attractive.

[Erin Lee]

My face has a little sting and no doubt some of your handprints from the slaps you administers that did manage to land but now you are lying on your front in what is left of the Christmas tree and the ornaments, so no doubt you feel as abused as i do.

I roll over and clamber to my knees, i rest my hands on my thighs as my butt rests on my heels. I see you removing your boots and while you do that i decide to peel off my black dress. A few gasps echo around the room as the assembled party goers take in my shapely body adorned with black lace bra, black lace thong suspenders and stockings. My eyes narrow as i look towards Monica, i make a mental note that i am going to beat that bitch up after i finish with Kate.

By now you have removed your boots and are on your feet, truth be told you do look kinda powerful but i am far from intimidated and i rise up to my feet. I look you over, my eyes drift up and down your slender body. Oh yes, i do see how your hands keep forming fists. I allow myself a small tight smile. I do so enjoy fighting this bitch.

We face each other both blowing just a lil, then we launch at each other. Primal screams emit from our mouths. My hands fly up into your hair, my body crashes against yours as each looks to gain some kind of control over the other. Your tits are still exposed, i see how stiff your nipples are, you enjoy fighting me as much as i do you.

We lock together and stagger around the room hurling insults at each other, ripping hair out by the roots. We crash into Monica and i take the opportunity to stamp down on her foot with my heel. So sorry....NOT.

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

“Argh…”

“Ow Ow Ow…”

“You Bitch!”

“Slut!”

“Two-Faced, Jealous drama queen”

With our hands buried into each others hair, we both pull viciously and as we do so, our breasts are crushed together. I can feel your erect nipple’s through the fabric of your black lace bra, as they joust against my own exposed nipples. Suddenly the room erupts into raucous shouts of…

“Ole!”

As the first big clump of blonde hair hits the floor. I smile at you with my eyes and you smile back with your own, as a big clump of my luscious brunette hair joins yours on the floor. Once again our *Cough* Friends! *Cough* cheer with delight:

“Ole!” They scream, followed by:

“Fuck that Bitch up Erin!”

Then the same voice screams:

“Kate, Erin thinks she’s a ten, you make that bitch a zero!”

~Sigh~ Our supporters were as fake as Erin’s eye lashes, but neither of us cared…the catfight continued. Our frenetic hair pulling sends us both into a violent stagger as we bounce off furniture and other party attendees. During this chaos Erin steps on that mop head bitch Monica’s foot, I acknowledge Erin’s totally “an accident” moment with a mischievous smile. However it is at that moment our catfight is interrupted as we both hear:

POP!!!

As a magnum of champagne is squirted over us by a rather too excited quest. The sudden and unexpected hosing startles us both and we release each other’s hair in shock at the bubbly downpour.

“What the fuck!” I scream as I pull off my Santa hat and throw it into the crowd. But this unexpected separation did give me a chance to raise the temperature and blood pressure within the room. I head over to a corner and shimmy myself out of my skirt and remove my torn red bra. Standing only in my sheer black stockings, red lace suspender belt and thong. I stand facing Erin, I was about to lunge at her when her discarded black dress and Rachel’s roaring log fire catch my attention. I don’t hesitate as I grab Erin’s dress and hurl it onto the fire.

The room collectively gasps as Erin’s signature black dress goes up in flames. Meanwhile I look at Erin as if I was the cat that got the cream. I’m smug, it’s not a good look but hell burning your dress felt good. But as I look at you, my fingers twitch in excited anticipation. Our catfight has only just begun…


Yt

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

Yeesh, I knew they shoulda done more testing before they released this new rare breed of mistletoe to the public. Instead of kissing under it, we get this ... scratching face instead of sucking face. 

Guess it's back to the greenhouse for more experiments ... On second thought, nah. Let's leave it just the way it is. Maybe start a whole new Christmas tradition. Primal catfights under the mistletoe.

Kate and Erin make great crash test dummies, don'tcha think?

Seriously, awesome start to what I know is gonna be yet one more epic badass adventure between you two!!! 

[Erin Lee]

Gawd almightly, you don't half make a racket when you fight, i mean, i've hardly started in on you yet but already your curses and screams echo around the room. Don't hear me making such a commotion do ya, not even when you rip my hair from my head, though i do gotta admit, i bit down on my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. I can taste it but i don't wanna give you the satisfaction of hearing me scream...well not too much anyway.
The fight rolls on and we rock and roll around the room bumping into furniture and assembled sluts and whores. But with the exception of the mop head Monica we pay them no notice as our intense focus is on defeating our rival. This rivalry has been going on ever since we first met each other and as we both enjoy a good fight our conflicts aren't likely to end here today.

I look to stamp down on your foot as well now but you saw it coming and i stamped on carpet not flesh. I grunt and am about to unleash a different attack when there is a loud POP and we are drenched in champers. We quickly seperate, surprised and shocked by this unexpected turn of events. I lick my lips, ugh, cheap champers, i should have expected that at Rachels, i'm pretty sure that either Amy or Monica would have brought that...no class.

Then you snatch up my black dress. I stand with my right hip cocked and my hands on my hips watching you as you toss it on the fire. Like i would wear my best dress to a gathering like this, specially as i knew you'd be here. I have more than one lil black dress but your smug look as you do it enrages me.

"You slag" i hiss and i charge at you, dipping my shoulders just as we come into contact, my arms encircling the tops of your thighs as i look to drive you backwards into the wall with as much force as i can muster.

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

As your cheap and skanky Chinese knock off, of a Thai knock off goes up in flames. My smugness is on full display, clearly this was not your most expensive dress. But we both know that the price tag is irrelevant, the cost of replacement does not matter. It’s a matter of principle, I publicly burned your trashy dress - you’ve got to get even! Our audience demands it! Normally the demands of others should be ignored however when us girls gather to watch a catfight, omg the politics of the situation are immense. Lose the catfight and every woman in that room will see you as weak and prey on you. Fail to win in emphatic fashion and despite the victory, you will still end up with a target on your back. So yes, winning isn’t everything, it’s how you win that matters.

Still as we glare at each other, the faint crackling sound of your dress burning energises the room. The sounds are rather cosy and warming, there is almost a romantic quality to it. But romance, peace and love? Neither me or Erin give a fuck about that - Nothing could be farther from our minds! Still the room is consumed by a deathly silence with only Monica muttering to herself in the corner - Bless her, the bitch is special!

THUD!!!

“Ow you fucking bitch!” I screech as a sudden sprint across the living room catches me off guard and your shoulder barges me into the living room wall. My back crunches into the wall painfully, however the wall also braces me and I’m able to remain on my feet.

Our close and most beloved friends roar with approval:

“Yeah Erin, get that fucking bitch Kate, claw her face, claw her face!”

However while my back maybe hurting, I was still able to grab your hair as you bent over to shoulder barge me. With my hands firmly embedded in your rats nest, I push downwards to hold your face low and raise my right knee frantically into your face. My aggression is uncontrolled and you use your hands and arms to block my blows. For every 5 thrusts of my knee, I’m lucky if only one shot hits your face…but when I do hit, you know it!

Meanwhile our loyal and most faithful of friends now scream with delight:

“That’s it Kate - you give that skanky troll Erin a nose job!”

~Sigh~ With friends like ours, who the fuck needs enemies

Yt

[Erin Lee]

Hearing the thud as your back meets up with the wall sends a burst of energy bursting through my body. My shoulder digs into your midriff but not badly enough to take your breath away...sadly. While i'm down here i might as well shred your stockings and stretch out your suspenders before letting them go with a THWACK!!

It's then that i feel your hands in my rat....wait...in my silken locks and you lean in against the back of my head, forcing my head down lower and holding it there. I know what comes next, seem to remember using this very move on you a while back. You drive your knee upwards and as you do my arms and hands slap against your raised thigh. Again and again you drive that accursed knee up at my face and while i manage to deflect many of the blows one or two hit their target.

The first one almost straightens me up, the second topples me onto my back, head spinning, face redder than it should be. Now it seems the assembled sluts are all on your side, typical, back the one who is getting on top. I tenderly finger my face but lying here somewhat defenceless on my back i realise i need to get back in this game and quickly too or you could take me right here, right now.

I roll over and over as i try and evade whatever it is you have planned, all the while trying to buy a lil time to allow my head to clear. I reach for the edge of a table that is adorned with bottles of booze. As i use it to help me get back to my feet i think of using one of the bottles as a weapon to use on you. But anyone who knows me knows that after fighting my next great love is boozing, so i'm not about to risk a bottle of gin on your noggin. I turn to face you, feeling i have been too slow and you are ready to pounce.