I would like to say that our friends were shocked and appalled when I kicked Erin squarely in her pussy. However quite the contrary, they howled with delight and displayed signs of actual pleasure over the immense pain Erin now felt. Yes it was a dirty blow, a low blow for sure. But as Erin would no doubt agree - Bitch, there are no rules in a catfight? Which is basically the only rule I live by and so does Erin. However if I may circle back to our friends reaction to my low blow, I do believe Steph deserves a special mention. As Steph omg, I can’t believe she did this…Steph was so excited she did a cartwheel across the living room after cheering me on. Steph then filmed a short Tik-tok where Steph absolutely trashed my reputation and accused me of fighting dirty, while she literally canonised Erin - The Bitch!
So yes, another vintage display of duplicity from my old friend Steph and that of the peanut gallery as a whole. However with my hands in Erin’s hair I dragged the witch and threw her onto the sofa and then I threw myself on top of her. With hindsight my action in throwing myself on Erin was utterly reckless and could have very easily turned out bad for me, but luck it seems was on my side. After a mutual trashing of legs, my hands reacquainted themselves with Erin’s hair and I used her hair to help slide myself into a better position. I got so high up Erin’s body in fact, her head was between my thighs and I could feel her warm and excited breath on my kitty. In fact I would say Erin was heavy breathing like a virgin in a brothel! Yes she was that excited by the thought of finally eating me. Oh and Steph - you may quote me on that when you film your next Tik-tok, where you will no doubt trash Erin.
So with Erin’s smooth and silky cheeks pressing against my thighs, I felt pretty good. Oh that reminds me, I must ask Erin what moisturiser she uses? Her cheeks really were silky smooth. Anyway back to the catfight - So as my pert and honestly perfect ass crushed Erin’s breasts, I thought about going for a smother. However knowing Erin as I do, I was 50/50 on whether or not she would bite my Kitty. This moment of indecision proved costly! And it was at this moment a rather unremarkable and cookie cutter blonde opened her big mouth and shouted:
"Go on Kate, make the bitch eat you out"
Now honestly my dear readers, the thought of actually following the unremarkable ones command made me feel sick to my stomach - in other words more indecision. So it was now when Erin made her move. Erin using her left leg for leverage, dug it into the sofa and pushed. The physics of this situation were against me and against Erin. As when I tumbled off the sofa, Erin was dragged along with me by her hair. We hit the carpet with a *Thud* and then we wildly rolled and trashed together. It was honestly a fucking mess - we were biting each other’s arms, pulling each other’s hair, raking our nails down each other’s backs and mauling each other’s breasts - it was chaos! Oh and yes, the peanut gallery was delighted by our mutual acts of savagery. And our language towards each other was spectacular, Lexibabe was heard as saying:
“Omg watching these two bitches argue is like watching tennis. Back and forth, back and forth - you can tell they both grew up in the gutter. The new money trash!”
(Yes, Dear Readers - Lexibabe is a snob and a bitch!)
Still here comes the fun part, with us both exhausting the English language many times over…we actually started to make up new insults to hurl at each other
I called Erin a “Borrowbitch”
Definition: A woman who only goes after what doesn’t belong to her, especially someone else’s man.
Meanwhile Erin called me:
“Slagweasel”
Definition: A deceitful, conniving woman who slithers her way into a relationship and takes pride in her trashy betrayal.
Only time will tell if these new terms catch on?
However as we both inched closer into sliding into a catball two things happened:
One: Rachel kicked off her heels, hiked up her skirt and unhooked her black silk stockings and slowly began slipping out of them - Why remains to be seen.
Two: I thrust my right hand between Erin’s thighs and dug my nails deep into her labia, I pinched, clawed and twisted it mercilessly. Before finally I began hunting down Erin’s clit.
In the world of catfighting I basically declared nuclear war on Erin, the fucking whore! Now Erin will probably retaliate in kind - so MAD doctrine would seem to apply? Oh and for the uneducated peanuts MAD stands for Mutually Assured Destruction. So yes, Erin screamed in pain, but honestly both of us had done a lot of that after rolling off the sofa. But as I looked in Erin’s eyes, all I knew was that in a few seconds I would be in utter agony as Erin enacts her furious vengeance…
As for our friends, they were euphoric. As if me and Erin were to eliminate each other from the dating scene…Lexi, Steph, Rachel and even the unremarkable one might actually be able to score a date!
Yt
