It's late into the night, at the old Catfight Asylum, and within a large padded cell in a private, secluded section of the building stood two very sexy nurses. A heavy white straitjacket sat between them, along with a small black gym bag containing a devious collection of items. On one side stood the platinum-blonde Head Nurse Tiffany. She wore a skimpy white nurse uniform, complete with white lace, thigh-high fishnet stockings, white gloves and white heels, with a little nurse cap sitting atop her wavy, waist-long platinum-blonde hair. She did not look pleased as she stared at her younger rival.
Across from her was Nurse Jenna, a young, vivacious brunette. She was dressed similarly to Tiffany, with a sexy white nurse uniform hugging her luscious figure. Thigh-high white stockings, heels, gloves and a cap completed her alluring attire. While normally all smiles and playful, Jenna was currently glaring at her older rival with a look of complete disdain.
These two just couldn't get along. Every time they worked together (which was pretty much all the time) they bickered and argued over even the smallest things. Tiffany thought Jenna was too bratty while Jenna felt Tiff was overbearing. Jenna wouldn't ever follow Tiffany's directions while Tiff would belittle Jenna at every turn. While Tiff could be seen telling the rest of the staff how much of a brat Jenna is, Jenna could been heard snickering to the other nurses how much of a stuck-up old slut Tiffany is. The tensions reached a breaking point when Tiffany discovered Jenna was trying to get her job and become the Head Nurse of the Asylum! She even heard how Jenna would try and get Tiff committed! Tiffany was NOT impressed by this and confronted Nurse Jenna immediately. After another heated argument, Jenna challenged Tiffany to a catfight -- the winner getting the Head Nurse position, the loser would spend a very long time in a straitjacket!
And now the two tough, lovely nurses meet, glaring sternly at one another, ready to pounce at any given moment!
Nurse Jenna:
I let my eyes roam the padded cell we are in, and I survey the surroundings. I can feel the soft plush padding underneath my 3 inch heels, and even though it feels padded, I'm confident that it could still hurt a fair bit if I tried to slam your face into one of the padded walls. That is something I have been wanting to for a very long time. I have been wanting to slam a fist into your face, then slam your face into a wall so hard that you'll be out of work indefinitely. You have always been a total bitch towards me ever since I received the job here. I have tried my best to put up with it, although, it has never been easy. Sometimes, I have wondered if you are jealous because I'm clearly a way better nurse than you. Plus, I'm way hotter and sexier than you. Some patients have told me that they intentionally fake being sick just to see my bright and shiny face.
I take note of the straight jacket that sits in the center of the room. I also take note of the bag that contains peculiar items that sits next to it. I finish surveying the room, and I turn my attention to you. A feeling of excitement runs through my body and I realize that I finally have an opportunity to kick you out of this Asylum for good. A feeling of nervousness runs through me too, and I'm fully aware of the consequences that the loser will endure. I'm confident and I believe firmly that I can teach you more than just a lesson or two.
My long brunette hair hands down by my shoulders, while my nurse uniform hugs my body in all the right places. I wonder if my dress might be a tad too tight, because my nipples can be seen stretching the fabric of my uniform. My white stockings accessorize perfectly while they cover my long and irresistible legs. My eyes roam your body from head to toe, and I must admit that I have found you incredibly sexy. I would never admit it though. A serious look can be seen on my face, and I slowly begin to walk towards you. My hands hang by my side and I begin to ball both of my hands into fists. I quickly open my mouth while I walk up to you, and I say in a loud and confident tone, "I am going to fuck you up, bitch!" I glare fiercely into your eyes, and I am aware that there is absolutely no turning back now.
Nurse Tiffany:
As I watch the kid storm toward me with her hands balled up into tight little fists and a mean scowl etched over her normally smiley and shiny face, I feel a rush of emotions flood through me. Anger, amusement, a tinge of fear, a load of excitement--but all in all I'm mostly annoyed. Annoyed, by your poor work ethic and bratty attitude. Annoyed that ya never listen to me, that we always only bicker or argue when we're in the same room, that ya somehow managed to turn the other nurses against me--well, most of those bitches already hate me/are jealous of me, but the few that weren't, ya somehow managed to make them think I'M the bitch. Annoyed by your latest, and quite possibly your biggest, act of defiance against me is happening right here, right now. But what I'm supremely irritated by is the fact that ya actually think you're gonna fuck me up in a straight-up, physical fight?
"Not unless I whip your ass first, ya lil' brat!" I yell back in an equally loud, confident tone. All those emotions swelling up inside me only seem to heighten my adrenaline, and as you get closer I can feel my pulse quickening. "Ya ain't fuckin' anyone up, but what IS gonna happen is you're gonna spend a very LONG time in that straitjacket, sugar!"
I wait for ya to come to me, glaring hotly into those angry brown eyes, and once you're just a few small feet away my arm snaps forward with my gloved hand aiming to catch your cheek. In that moment before my palm makes contact with your face, I abruptly think of what a shame it will be to ruin that lovely, pretty face of yours. As much as ya piss me off, I can honestly admit that you're quite possibly the hottest outta all the other nurses. Not nearly as hot as me, of course, but you're still pretty sexy. Still, ya wanted this kiddo, and ya definitely had this coming for a very long time. Time I school this bitch and teach her a lesson she'll never forget!
Nurse Jenna:
I listen to your words while I draw closer to you, and your words only give me more fuel. Jitters can be felt running through my body while I march up to you, and I instantly lock my eyes onto yours. I can see rage burning through your eyes, and I don't even notice your hand as you ball it into a fist. My strides grow softer when I draw within just a few inches of you, and I blink for just a mere second. The moment my eyes open, I suddenly feel your right fist smash hard into the side of my cheek. My head snaps sharply to my right, and I stumble a step backwards. I can feel my cheek swelling, and it turns red within seconds after your forceful punch.
I slowly turn my head around and I shoot a nasty glare at you. I can feel the swelling growing in my cheek, but I try to ignore the pain while I focus my attention on you. I curl my fingers as tight as I can and I think I can feel my nails digging into my nurse gloves a little. I slowly begin to lift my right arm up from my side, and I take a wild swing with my fist. I try to aim my punch towards your left cheek and I try to drive my right fist as hard as I can into your cheek. "Lock me up in the straight jacket? I don't think so! That jacket was made for you!" I yell loudly while I attempt to drill my fist into your cheek.
Nurse Tiffany:
A bright smile of satisfaction crosses my glossy lips as I manage to slip in the first strike, smashing my fist into your pretty face! I watch as your face whips to the side sharply, watch as you stumble backward and notice the glaring red that's swelling on your cheek.
My grin fades a bit and I let out a gasp when I see you slowly turn your face toward me, glaring nastily at me. While that punch wasn't a knockout blow, it would have definitely knock down any other brat. It's happened in the past, and yet this bitch took it on the cheek and is still standing her ground. I swallow hard and glare into your eyes, realizing just how tough this kid really is. Then, you yell at me loudly, and start to respond, only to gasp loudly as I watch your fist come barreling into my left cheek! I try to raise my hands to block the punch, but it's too late, and you punch me so harshly that i stagger to my right in a daze! My wavy thick, platinum blonde hair whips about, and my nurse's cap nearly topples off my head, as I stumble about the padded floor. A moment later I'm regaining my bearings, holding my already swelling cheek and glaring daggers into you. A crazed, angry fire is set in my eyes as i stride back toward you.
"Ngh! Ya brat! You are NOT gettin' me into that!" I hiss, raising my hands into the air. "you are going into that jacket right this instant!!" With a scream I lunge forward, my anger overwhelming me, making me simply leap at you in hopes of tackling you into the ground!
Nurse Jenna:
I can feel my fist while it drives forcefully across your cheek. A small smile forms on my lips, but it hurts to open my jaw after your strike earlier. I shake my hand a little after it strikes your cheek with precision. After I finish shaking my arm out, I try to bring both my arms up to my chest, and I try to use my arms to shield my chest while I glare at you. I snicker a little when it appears you are in a slight daze after my strike. I try to get my feet carefully under me, and my heels can be felt sinking into the padding just a little while I try to get a solid footing in the cell.
I hear your squeals, and it appears that you want more punishment after I just punched. It makes me snicker a little, and I'm happy to oblige you. I watch as you begin to lunge at me, and I stumble a few steps backwards in an attempt to avoid your lunge. My attempt fails though, and your body smacks against mine. I think my breasts almost spill out of my nurse uniform when our chests smack together. I stumble a few steps backwards and I immediately fall to the padded floor with you on top of me. I try to wrap my left arm around your waist, while my right hand quickly goes for your hair. Your nurse cap flies off your head, and mine leaves my head too when we land on the padded floor with a loud thud. I try to sink my fingers on my right hand deep into your hair, and I try to gain control of your head when we land on the floor of the cell. "That jacket is not touching me! Everyone is going to love watching me strapped you up in that jacket!" I scream.
Nurse Tiffany:
"NNGH!"
I grunt out loudly as we crash into the floor. It might be padded, but it sure ain't forgiving for anyone to land on it! I groan as I practically collapse over ya, my body smacking down against yours, my large, firm breasts threatening to burst out of my tight uniform and spill over your chest upon landing. I barely am able to regain my composure when I feel your gloved fingers sink into my platinum mane, and I let out a shriek as my scalp burns from you tugging on my tresses!
"UGH! Lemme go, ya brat!!" I hiss into your face as you continue to pull on my hair, feeling your arm wrap firmly around my waist. In response, I use my right hand and quickly grab a handful of your dark, silky hair, tugging and pulling on it as viciously as I can. I also reach up with my left to grab hold of your left wrist, straining to loosen your grip on my hair. All the while my body squirms and struggles on top of you, attempting to gain some kind of leverage. But my frantic struggles only amount to rolling us both over onto our sides. I glare into your face, hissing and growling as we tug and pull on each others hair.
"Nnghh! Never! You're, ugh! Not, strapping, me, up, ngh! In that, owww!!"
Nurse Jenna:
I narrow my eye lids and my brown eyes stare hatefully into your eyes while we begin to roll endlessly like two (well-toned Caucasian Wink )logs along the floor. Our bodies press tight together, and I try thrust my chest into yours. I attempt to bury your larger chest underneath my chest. My uniform does very little to conceal my chest, and my breasts can be seen almost spilling out of my top while we roll. My breathing shortens and you can feel my hot breath smack against your face. My heart paces quickly and some sweat can be seen perspiring along my body. I softly say in a sarcastic tone underneath my short breath, "Let you go? Now, why would I do a thing like that?"
I struggle to thwart our momentum while we roll, and I can sense your fingers moving along my body. My narrowed eyes wince when I feel a sudden tug on my hair, and a few screams of pain escape my lips. My head whips side to side and I respond by forcefully tugging your head side to side too with my right hand. My grip in your hair weakens a little and I can feel my fingers slipping from your hair when you work on breaking my grip. I still hold quite a few strains of you platinum blonde hair in my hand, and I threaten to rip them out if you dare pry on my wrist.
I know I'm about to lose my grip in your hair at any second, and I begin to slide my nylon stocking legs along your fish net stocking legs. A hissing sound can be heard echoing through the padded cell, while our legs slide together. My heels barely cling to my feet, and I attempt to lock and wrap my legs with yours while we roll. My right leg slides along your left leg, and my left leg slides along your right leg. I maneuver my legs, and I try to hook my ankles around yours as I work to try and gain control.
While our legs slide together, I manage to accidentally kick my right foot against the bag that sits in the room. The bag is already opened, and some toys fall out of the bag after I kick it. I only catch a small glimpse of the bag, and there appears to be a strap on, and a gag of some sort, among other things that fall out of the bag.
Nurse TiffanyOur angry shouts and cries bounce off the padded walls of the room while we roll about and struggle endlessly against each other. The heat of the moment and our constant straining and thrusting is making me very hot, causing my body to perspire and my tight little uniform to practically cling to my buxom figure as if it were a second skin. As you slam your smaller but deliciously firm tits into my larger, exquisite breasts, I gasp aloud as I nearly feel my own tits pop out of my uniform. I glare at you and his vengefully into your face as I try mightily to shove you off of me. Instead, I feel your smooth, nylon-covered legs wrap firmly around my fishnet-clad legs, seemingly anchoring your smaller body over mine. Doing this keeps me on my back for the moment and my struggles intensify, my legs thrusting out and kicking wildly even as your legs are wrapped around mine. I manage to propel your right leg into that gym bag at our feet, knocking it over so that its deviant contents spill out over the white padded floor. Even amidst our frantic struggle I manage to notice the rubbery gag that tumbles out, along with a massive strap-on, a coil of nylon ropes, chains, a dog collar and a heavy vibrator. For a moment my mind drifts from the wild fight and I imagine all the devious things I plan on doing to you with all of those toys, once I have you locked in the jacket. The jacket itself lays just a foot away from us, within reaching distance. Your squirming body and thrusting breasts and hot breath on my cheek brings me back to the fight, and I shake my head to focus on you.
I'm laying on my back with you on top, and my legs are firmly wrapped up by yours, trapping me there for the moment. I'm breathing heavily, tiring quickly, all the while trying to not make it so noticeable as I can barely spot a hint of fatigue on you. I also notice only one of my heels remains on my left foot, the right heel lost having been kicked off while we rolled around. I'm thankful that you've finally let go of my hair, all that tugging and pulling caused my scalp to sting, and my head to spin. But sadly my own hand releases your silky dark hair as you whip your head from side to side. Without much else to grip on, I've lost some leverage I had on you, so I focus my energies on escaping. I reach up and press my palm into your face, pushing upward to create some space between us. I then plant my feet into the padded floor and thrust my shapely hips up against yours, arching my back, trying to turn us over. I curse out loudly when I slip, and crash back onto the floor with a grunt, you still firmly on top of me. I'm gasping for air now as I try a new plan, reaching up to grab the front of your uniform..
