"Hmmmm-always wanted to do this," Candy thought as she timidly registered. Her boyfriend had told her how; she even learned how to post her own picture. (Or was it really her?) She smiled. She was so proud of herself and excited. Her mind raced as she finished off her third drink. Too bad her guy had to leave-that darn cell phone. Worse yet, his darn demanding boss. She'd seriously thought about stopping the process and waiting. Catfighting, cyberfighting-all that stuff got her guy hot....Soooo hot....
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"What would you do to her?"
"Well first I'd call her names; you know...slut, whore....and of course she'd be a big boobed blonde...kind of dense..."
"And then what?" Her guy was red hot with anticipation as he poured that first drink and went through several online profiles and pics. They had decided on several possible opponents. Oh yeah, blondes....well, one brunette and a possible redhead.
"I want to take down a blonde," Candy had stated. In her mind she toyed with the idea of taking on a redhead. Like her first and only real fight. Well it was sort of a fight. In college. Her first year. An older student, an attractive redhead seemed to enjoy teasing and taunting her. She had beautiful hair. Darker red than her own hair. Hers was more auburn. That annoying bitch had long hair-such gorgeous hair. Silky, glistening, just like her own.
Her mind raced, focused for a moment on that brief spat. In the hallway of the huge classroom building. The stupid arrogant broad had pushed her-intentionally? Her books slipped from her hand. As she bent down, she felt a tug on her bra strap. She heard her blouse rip.
"Hey, what are you doing? Yeah, rip her blouse...." A lucky guy passing by noticed the incident. Several students stopped. Candy shouted, cussed, straightened up and cut loose with a wild haymaker. The redhead squealed and ducked. Candy's fist grazed her cheek.
Whaaaappp. The snippy bitch knocked the books from her arm again. This time harder.
"Oooooooh. Punch her. Make her sorry..."
"Hey, what's going on here...it was a professor."
"You two knock it off-everybody, the show's over...."
(What show) Candy was mad enough to punch the stupid broads lights out. And her blouse...torn. Her dignity...well she was embarrassed. And for some strange reason she was hot-yeah in that way.
Much to Candy's delight several weeks later, in a parking lot at a bar, she saw the redhead get in a scuffle, no a fight, a real fight. The broad was drunk. Really drunk. So was the brunette. The brunette, a cheerleader (a real knockout and in great shape) was all over the redhead. Knocked her silly. Slowly ripped her top off, then her bra. Used her boobs to "sharpen her nails". The guys went nuts. She cheered the unknown brunette on. And later, she met her boyfriend.
Catfights. She found out they were a real turnon for her guy. They recounted that incident many times. Great lovemaking followed.
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Okay. What do I like in a fight? Well, hairpulling; trash talking; what else? What really makes my guy hot? What the hell-let's get down to business. What makes ME really hot?
Candys fingers flew as the room seemed to get hotter and hotter. She slipped out of her chair....Gotta make another drink....
And then...
"I'm gonna kick some hot bimbo's hot little ass.....
