I stare at Marlu as I carefully watch her every move and begin to rise to my feet. Our catfight is off to a good start, well it’s a good start for our work colleagues. They really don’t care who wins, if me and Marlu put each other into the emergency room - it’s an early fucking Christmas present they will be talking about for years. As for me and Marlu? It’s been a rough start, laying on a wet floor of a car park while trading kicks and punches is not how I normally send my evenings. No normally I would be on a king sized bed with red silk sheets. I would be wearing my black leather minidress, my sheer pantyhose and my over the knee suede boots. Then with riding crop in hand me and another mistress would see who the better woman is.
Now what’s all this got to do with Marlu; I hear you all ask. Well honestly nothing
I just wanted to tell you all how I like to spend my evening’s and if any bitch watching wants to join me for such a time? Well my DM’s are open! Hang on Kate, isn’t this self promoting utterly shameless? Yes, but in my defence…I am a bitch! Besides how often do I have an opportunity to proposition so many beautiful, sexy and catty bitches all at once
*Kate…just get on with the catfight* shouts everyone!
My heels click on the tarmac as I’m finally on my feet, my skirt and top are a mess. Stained with oil, mud and of course soaking wet. My outfit now just feels icky on my skin. But as I look at my right hand, I smile as the rain washes off some of Marlu’s blood. Seems my last punch gave her a little bloody nose and I for one could not be happier!
“Heh Marlu you bitch…if your lucky that honker you call a nose might still be under warranty.” I hiss
But before I get too carried away, I feel my stomach stinging in pain - that last kick with her heels really stung. Yet it’s early days and with our adrenaline pumping neither of us will be slowing down soon and just like that, Marlu proves this as she slowly starts to circle me. Immediately I feel my blood start to pump faster, as I slowly begin to circle Marlu. Our heel clicks on the floor as we circle each other, the sound they make is almost perfectly in sync. While the tune they tap out has an almost demonic quality to it. Slowly I begin to smile towards Marlu, a clear sign of my bad and cruel intentions.
“Well Marlu you fucking whore! Shall we dance cxnt!” I hiss
Suddenly I bare my claws and I attack, I raise my right fist as if I was going for Dr. Ayala’s handiwork again…but this was a feint and you fall for it! Expecting a punch to your face, you guard and position yourself in readiness for it. So when my left hand grabs hold off and pulls on your open blouse, it comes as a complete surprise. The sudden yank on your blouse unbalances you, but what really gets you is when I lift up my right leg and kick the inside of your left knee hard. A blow like that to a knee is never good at any stage of a fight! But then as you adjust your stance in response to this attack on your knee, my right hand ceases an opportunity to land a clean, clear and hard punch to the left side of your face!
