CHAPTER 1
TWO QUEENS
FOR THE SAME HIVE
On the first day of the new college year, Erika Norberg moved around the campus like the queen bee in the university beehive, her shapely hips moving in rhythm with the outstanding sensuality of a woman who knows that she’s the best among the best. Around her, nothing had changed from the previous year: all eyes were on her, some with passion, others with envy—Erika enjoyed both attentions equally, bragging openly about her perfect body with an eye-catching outfit: short skirt, tight blouse, high heels.
Everyone admitted—some girls reluctantly—that Erika was the campus alpha female, something incredible in the hard college ecosystem considering that she had moved to Princeton from Stockholm only a year before. However, the combination between magnetic beauty, spectacular curves, clever mind and aggressive attitude had catapulted her to the top of the college food chain above cheerleader captains, sororities leaders and former prom queens.
With her chin slightly raised, the gorgeous young woman entered the beautiful building that housed the History Department, running into two classmates. The other girls forced a tense smile that Erika understood: they were so afraid of her sharp tongue and quick temperament that they preferred to have her as friend rather than as enemy. Erika couldn’t help but smile as she recalled how she had made one of them cry in a debate on religions in the European Middle Ages. She really enjoyed trampling women she shared classes with, and that lack of scruples made many students wonder why she wasn’t studying Political Science. However, Erika thought that “anything goes” attitude was one of the virtues that would push her into a promising future.
The classroom door opened before her in the same way that every obstacle in her life did. A hot silence and two dozen eyes received her, drinking from her appeal after a summer of abstinence. Erika’s big, juicy breasts trembled slightly with every resolute step, her powerful ass wiggled in a kind of sexual dance, her tongue licked lustfully her fleshy lips in a heartbreaking promise. The beauty deliberately swayed her golden hair in the air, spreading her suggestive perfume all over the class before she sat down in her seat.
From her position, Erika could control the whole class. All the guys looked in her direction, some boldly, others discreetly, all with fascination; the girls, on the other hand, tried to ignore her, but the magnetic power of attraction of the blonde beauty forced several of them to turn their heads towards Erika. Eyes overflowing with jealousy struggled to hold the arrogant gaze of the blonde, but none managed to do so for more than a few seconds. Erika smiled smugly, showing without secrets how much she enjoyed her position as college’s femme fatale.
However, her smile faded from her beautiful face. Something was about to happen. First, she felt it in the air, a flow of static electricity that made her skin crawl, a kind of warning of the coming warfare. Then she heard the sound of a pair of heels, war drums on the other side of the classroom door. And then, when Erika’s skin got all brittle, the door opened like it had done a minute ago with her…and the presence that the blonde had felt before time entered into Erika’s world with arrogant steps.
Erika always fed on the attention she got from others—it was her sustenance, as important, or even
more important, than the air she inhaled, than the food and water her body demanded every day. But now that vital attention was moving away from her to focus on the newcomer girl, a girl that neither she nor any of her classmates had ever seen before, but that certainly none of them would forget—big-breasted, long-legged and dark-haired, the new student seemed designed to make her image last in the head of the observer.
Like a huntress who has come to a new hunting ground, the attractive, exotic brunette moved around the class as a heated murmur rose around Erika, with whispered words she didn’t want to hear coming to her ears, words that spoke of that haughty curvaceous body barely contained under a tight black skirt and a white blouse. Grinding her teeth together, the blonde checked the brunette from top to bottom: the cleavage of her blouse could barely contain her swaying fat tits and, beyond an enviable waist-hip curves, two delicious thighs peeked out from under the short skirt, in the beginning of her incredibly strong, feminine legs.
Sitting not far from Erika, the brunette responded to the excess of attention with a smile that the blonde found annoyedly smug. Unable to look away from the other beauty, Erika felt pangs of jealousy in her heart and in the depths of her stomach as she realized that, for the first time in her life, she was before a woman who was able to match her in appearance: the amber eyes of the unknown girl were as feline and suggestive as her own blue eyes; the other reddish lips were equally fleshy, equally kissable, than her pink mouth; the new student’s jet-black hair matched her own golden hair in length, silkiness and volume; the other bronzed skin was as smooth and youthful as her fair skin. Looking down, Erika can’t see any difference between their figures, with tits, hips and legs apparently drawn from the same mold.
It was then when, in the middle of the comparison, the other beauty turned her face to discover her attentive gaze. Erika’s feminine cheeks flushed slightly, as the brunette’s eyes were suddenly fixed on her. Beyond the amber irises, Erika read conflicting messages: on the one hand, there was surprise, doubt and delicious envy; on the other, a raw challenge. The blonde stiffened her gaze, the blood in her veins and arteries burning.
The rising female hostility was interrupted by the arrival of the History of the Modern Caribbean’s professor. Reluctantly, the two gorgeous rivals moved their eyes away from the other, paying attention to the first class of the new year. During the introductions, Erika learned that the brunette answered to the name of Melike Balik, and she had just moved to Princeton from some unknown city in the interior of Turkey. When the blonde heard the new girl bragging about her achievements at the university of her small hometown, a wave of arrogance flooded the Swede, forcing a sigh of relief and superiority from her mouth: the new girl wouldn’t be any competition in class if she came from a whatsitsname university…
However, the next few hours proved to Erika that she had seriously underestimated her newfound Turkish rival. It all started in the European Middle Ages class, when Melike’s conceited voice interrupted her when she was talking about Eleanor of Aquitaine.
“There’s no real evidence that Eleanor’s Court of Love existed.”
“Haven’t you read Capellanus?” Erika answered, turning her face to the brunette. “His book clearly states that she and her daughter…”
“A single source doesn’t prove anything,” Melike insisted.
Erika opened her mouth to reply, but the bell rang, ending the class. The professor thanked the debate and, without further ado, she walked away, leaving the couple looking at each other with tension.
That was just the beginning, though. Class after class, Erika’s discussions with Melike’s grew in intensity, until reaching the climax in in a debate on mythology in the Ancient European History class. Erika didn’t know how it happened, but she found herself praising the role of the Valkyries in the Norse myths, while Melike confronted her with the role of the Amazons in the Greek myths. The background of the discussion couldn’t be more obvious: as a Nordic blue-eyed woman with blond hair and pale skin, Erika looked like a Valkyrie emerged from the myths of her native country; Melike, on the other hand, could be one of the black-haired, tanned Amazons who many classic Greek authors located in present-day Turkey. On the surface, the debate might seem to be about the women of the myths, but the big-headed beauties were actually arguing about themselves and about the eternal blonde-brunette rivalry.
At first, Erika felt the situation was under control, especially when Melike failed to dismantle her arguments about the origin of the Valkyrie myths, but the direction of the debate changed when the Turk managed to silence her with a few facts about the Amazons that the blonde didn’t know. The initiative in the debate went from one side to another, with the victory and defeat feelings crashing into Erika’s feminine ego to create a bittersweet contradiction in her head.
“Amazons are much more interesting than Valkyries,” Melike said at a tense moment in the debate. “Hippocrates defines them as fierce female warriors…”
“Valkyries are warrior
goddesses,” Erika interrupted. “Amazons aren’t in their league, whether we’re talking about importance in mythology or as warriors.”
“Girls, I think we’re missing the point.” The professor got the debate on track, opening it up to other students while Erika blushed with anger at not being able to finish the debate with Melike…again.
By the time the day’s classes were over, Erika felt so much hostility towards the Tuskish woman that she thought she would explode at any moment. As the blonde picked up her things, she cursed mentally that the newcomer confronted her in front of her classmates, openly challenging her position as alpha female over the course of six long hours of class. But, to her regret, she had also grudgingly accepted that she had much more in common with Melike than a crushing, powerful gorgeousness: the striking brunette was verbally as combative as herself, a passionate and cruel debater who took no prisoners. Erika knew that the bitter and heated discussions of that day would be the first ones of many between them.
“I can’t wait…” she whispered to herself, leaving the classroom with a multitude of butterflies fluttering inside her belly.
The air became electrified around it again as soon as she stepped out into the hallway. Looking to her left, she was not surprised to see Melike several steps away. The new girl was socializing with several classmates, rocking her long hair and waving her eyelashes in a bold seductive effort that, given the stupid smiles from the guys, was working. For half a second, however, Melike stopped paying attention to the male audience, and moved her amber eyes against Erika’s blue eyes. The glances spoke of hatred, envy and personal matters that had to be solved at another time. Maybe not all their arguments would be discussed in class…
With one last disapproving look, Erika left the building, licking her thick lips nervously. The cool autumn breeze kissed her heated body, while the angry beauty lost herself in thoughts that Melike Balik dominated.
CHAPTER 2
THE NIGHT
THAT DIDN’T WANT TO END
The college pub was crowded, but still there were a score of men waiting at the door for their chance to enter. Not even the music could suppress the noisy stir around the bar, a stir that the few women in the pub knew jealously who was causing it: the outstanding new waitress.
Melike served drinks without rest, while the other two waitresses—Emma Silverman and Maddy Anderson, two good-looking busty redheads—tried not to be invisible at her side. The Turk had just been working in the pub for two weeks, but her fame had spread so fast on campus that a chaotic crowd of men had ended up overflowing the place. Everyone wanted to be served by the brunette and had the chance to talk to her for a few seconds, and she had those seconds for everyone—she smiled, winked and flirted, using her hair or her eyelashes as feminine weapons. All this fueled her conceited woman’s psyche, filling her with an energy that, after several hard days at college, she really needed.
Fucking smug bitch. The thought came to Melike almost at the end of the night, without her being able to avoid it. Each morning, the class discussions with that egomaniac who responded to the name of Erika Norberg had been draining her reserves of will, pushing her into a mental exhaustion that only the fury and the jealousy she woke around her could heal. Addicted to the remedy, Melike allowed others to love her, night after night, in the pub that let her to pay the bills in her adoptive country.
“What a crazy Friday night!” Emma said.
“With Melike working here, this can only get worse,” Maddy joked.
The brunette smiled in response, but she couldn’t stop for a second: more and more men crowded in front of her, so she still had a lot of animal passion to harvest…
***
The night had been eternal, but at last the three waitresses closed the pub. Exhausted, Melike fell on a stool, while Maddy and Emma sat on the pool table, talking about how hard the worknight had been. The Turk, however, didn’t join in the conversation: once the adrenaline of feeling desired was gone, her thoughts returned to the Swedish beauty that was giving her so much trouble in her new live away from her country.
Erika appeared in her thoughts, with furrowed brow and eyes filled with hatred. For the past two weeks, Melike had competed with the girl’s blue eyes in and out of class, in a silent conversation in which her amber eyes had spoken as clearly about her bad feelings as the gaze of her rival had done.
Even now, days after her first meeting with Erika, Melike remembered perfectly the unpleasant surprise that she had felt when she found the other beauty in her class. From that moment on, it had been undeniable that the instantaneous antagonism between the two youth girls had its origin in their spectacular physical attributes, with the similarities between faces and bodies creating a vicious, unbreakable connection. But there was much more than envy between Erika and Melike, because their rivalry was fed by class discussions too. On many occasions, Melike had not been sure to be defending her own ideas, something that she thought Erika did too—simply, both positioned themselves in the most distant positions to allow the artillery fire to destroy the enemy.
But that’s not all, she said to herself, absent from the conversation between her workmates. The rivalry between the girls had a greater depth, much greater, than a simple class discrepancy and a jealous competition between bodies and faces, as an intense sexual component pulsed deep in the belly of the brunette when she saw, heard or smelled the other beauty—or even, as at that moment, when she thought about her. Something fiery, like a flame, began to throb beneath her skin, burning her flesh with a sensation that mixed pain and pleasure.
“Are you fine, Melike?” Emma’s question drew the Turk from her reverie. Now aware of the remarkable blush that covered her cheeks, Melike shook her head.
“Yeah, well…” she hesitated, thinking quickly how to get out of the tight spot. “I just need to go to the restroom for a moment.” Getting up, she crossed the pub with quick steps, leaving her redhead friends behind.
Melike closed the door behind her, leaning against it. At that moment, the beautiful Turk felt dirty, with the carnal fire of challenge and competition that her Swedish rival aroused in her burning in her womb.
“I’m better than her,” she said, taking a deep breath before approaching a mirror to observe her reflection and examine her outstanding face: striking amber eyes, fleshy red mouth, long jet-black hair, silky bronzed skin. Melike knew that her exotic features were one of her most distinctive traits, but she had to admit that people also found Erika, with her sensual Swedish accent and her prominent beauty of golden hair and blue eyes, as interesting as people found her.
“Fuck you, blondie,” Melike growled angrily, jealously, visualizing the exceptional northern woman, remembering every curve of the woman to compare it to the curves she saw in the mirror. It was undeniable that she and her opponent were perfect specimens for the dangerous jungle that was the campus; their obstinate, self-satisfied and competitive personalities allowed them to move through the dense thicket with brute force, but their breath-taking physiques were the machetes that cut the divergent weeds and, therefore, the ones that constituted their greatest advantage in a world of men.
To the disgrace of the Turkish dark-haired beauty, the similarities between them didn’t end there: she had discovered that Erika was one of those who thought life was a game where, in order to win, the opponent had to be trampled underfoot. As an extremely competitive woman, Melike shared that philosophy, but the communion of ideas with the blonde made their confrontation even more intense—only the total destruction of the enemy could put an end to the problems between the two young women.
Finally, Melike came out of the bathroom, unable to get her rival out of her head. However, the blonde’s insistence on clouding the brunette’s thoughts was nothing compared to what she found unexpectedly next to her co-workers: Erika Norberg herself. For a few seconds, the Turk and the Swede looked at each other with open mouths and nervous eyes; none expected to meet the woman they hated in that place. Incredibly, neither of Melike’s co-workers noticed the moment, so the rivals had time to hide their feelings behind a mask of naturalness.
“Oh, girls, you told me about the new waitress, but you didn’t tell me she was my classmate,” Erika said, covering the venom of her voice under a slight smile.
“Are you Emma and Maddy’s friend?” Melike asked, mimicking the fake smile of the other beauty as she nodded. “It’s a pleasure to know that we have friends in common,” she lied.
“Oh, yes,” the blonde hissed. “It’s a pleasant surprise.” Actually, finding out that two of her best friends had befriended the brunette was annoying Erika deeply.
What the fuck is this bitch playing at? she thought furiously, intrigued by a move that, despite her suspicions, her enemy had not done: that Melike ended up working in the pub with her friends was nothing more than a coincidence.
“Yeah, a real surprise,” Maddy agreed; her smile, along with Emma’s, were the only genuine smiles in the room. “Hey, Melike, Erika has come to ask us to go out with her, although we have told her that we are very tired…”
“I’m not tired,” the brunette said. Somehow, she didn’t want to admit any weakness in front of her golden-haired opponent. “In fact, that’s an excellent idea,” she added, staring at Erika. Their eyes remained locked for a few seconds before Melike looked at her co-workers to try to persuade them. “We’ve never gone out together. I think it’s about time we had some fun.”
“Yes, it will be fun,” Erika said, she and her Turkish rival looking at each other again, trying to evaluate the danger of the deal they were sealing. “The night is young, just like we are…”
For the next few minutes, the brunette and the blonde tried to convince their tired redhead friends to go out. However, none of them were particularly focused on their own arguments; under a calm exterior, each woman nervously watched her nemesis, competing subtly for the attention of her friends. In that regard, Melike felt overwhelmed by Erika’s impressive look: her very short black latex skirt and high heels highlighted her incredibly sexy legs with a devastating effect, while her well-proportioned breasts bragged of firmness and shape thanks to a tight, low-cut white top. In front of it all, even the sensual waitress outfit of the Turk seemed nothing much: her pants were too wide and too long to allow Melike to display her formidable legs, and the dark, slightly low-cut uniform shirt didn’t display all the sensuality her boobs could boast about. However, as soon as Emma and Maddy agreed to go to a nightclub that wasn’t far from there, the brunette had already thought about how to match the look contest.
***
The autumn breeze caressed the silky skin of the girls as they walked through the streets of the college town. Like them, several students headed for the trendy nightclubs, eager to enjoy the late hours of a dying Friday night. Many guys—and some girls—turned their heads when they saw the four women. Emma and Maddy were attractive, no doubt, with their fat bosoms and thick lips, but they didn’t play in the same league as Erika and Melike. However, the blonde was the woman who was stealing most of the attention thanks to her spectacular outfit, a fact that she was really loving, and that her Turkish opponent was really hating.
However, when the women turned the corner of a small pedestrian street, the moment Melike had planned minutes before finally arrived.
“Girls, give me a moment,” she said, taking some keys out of her handbag and approaching the nearest building. “I need to go upstairs and get something in my apartment.”
“Do you live here?” Emma asked.
“Yes,” Melike replied, her amber eyes instinctively looking for Erika’s blue gaze, as if somehow that her rival knew where she lived was important. “I won’t be long…”
Unable to avoid it, the blonde nailed her pupils to the brunette’s ass as she disappeared from her sight.
What is she up to? she wondered, just before turning to her friends.
“So…how long have you known her?” Erika asked, eager for answers.
***
Fifteen minutes and many answers later, Erika heard that, at last, someone was coming out of the building. Turning around, she couldn’t help but breathe out a short gasp: Melike, portentously dressed, came back to the street with a very different look.
Fucking whore, Erika snarled mentally, unable to control her eyes. The Turkish woman walked on heels as high as hers, covered by a latex skirt and a white low-cut top that practically copied her outfit in an obvious and aggressive challenge. Worse still, Melike’s beautiful breasts looked even bigger than before, so Erika had no doubt that the brunette had taken advantage of the moment to change her bra, now using a push-up brassiere that gave volume to her brown tits.
“Wow, girl!” Maddy exclaimed sincerely. “You look amazing!”
Erika felt like a knife was penetrating her belly as she watched her friends taking a shameless glance over Melike’s striking cleavage. Certainly, every virtue of the brunette beauty was highlighted by her new clothes, from her sensual legs to her beautiful bare shoulders, but it was her boobs, swollen by the bra, which were dominating the show.
“Well, are we moving or what?” the blonde said with a certain bitterness in her voice. “We don’t want the nightclub to close before we get there, right?”
“Right. We’ve already lost too much time,” Emma agreed.
“Don’t worry, I know a shortcut…”
Melike saw something change in the face of her rival: the evident disgust that had caused her exuberant reappearance gave way to a slight smile, full of malice. The brunette knew that her masterstroke had tied the secret game she was playing against the blonde, but she also knew that Erika wasn’t the kind of girl who gave up easily—she had demonstrated this over and over again in class, in the increasingly tense discussions about History. Melike was convinced that, given the importance of what they were both gambling on that night, the Swede would have an ace up her sleeve.
I’m ready for anything you throw at me, slut, she thought with restrained fury, attentive to her antagonist as she followed her through the streets of Princeton with her two friends.
“Are you sure this is the shortest way, Erika?” Maddy asked after a couple of minutes moving through the streets. “I think that—”
“We’re almost there,” the blonde interrupted, casting a mysterious glance back over her shoulder and into the amber eyes of her bitter enemy. The tension electrified the night air, especially when the Swedish woman turned her blue eyes to the other beauty’s chest and the Turk retaliated by analyzing the blonde’s ass. The exchange lasted only half a second, but it was enough to accelerate both hearts.
Erika turned left at the next crossroads, with her steps heading straight for a house that her friends knew well.
“But…we came to your house,” Emma said with a surprised gesture.
“Yes, but it will only take a moment.” Erika gave another look at Melike, this time full of self-satisfaction, before opening the door and entering the building.
What the hell...? the brunette cried out inside her head. However, taking advantage of being alone with Maddy and Emma again, she turned to them, thirsty for information.
“So…how long have you known her?”
***
“Well, ready for the nightclub?”
Interrupted in the middle of the conversation about Erika, the girls turned around to see the blonde coming back to the street. Erika had only taken a couple of minutes to return, but Melike immediately saw what had changed, as soon as she looked at the girl’s cleavage: her pale tits bulged over the fabric of her low-cut white top like two wrecking balls, noticeably squeezed by the push-up bra that Erika had just put on. Without words, Emma and Maddy’s eyes spoke clearly of how provocative the Swede’s bosoms were; Melike, meanwhile, couldn’t help but bite her fleshy lower lip with resentment.
“Do you feel like dancing, Melike?”
The blonde’s falsely innocent question caught the brunette by surprise. However, she recovered quickly enough to respond to the challenge.
“I’m really looking forward to it, Erika. I can’t wait to get on the dance floor.”
“Me neither.”
The blue and amber eyes flashed under the starry sky. Somehow, both gorgeous beauties knew that nothing would be the same after what happened at the nightclub, whatever it was.
CHAPTER 3
THE DANCE
THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING
The atmosphere in the nightclub was incredible, a glorification of alcohol, beauty and youth. As soon as they entered, the four women joined the party, asking for the first drinks of the night; Erika and Melike swallowed them almost instantly, thirsty for courage, and called the waiter in unison to serve them a second drink, much stronger this time.
In the past, when Erika had gone dancing with Emma and Maddy, the three had always formed an erotic triangle on the dance floors they stepped on, dancing with some vampiric pleasure as they became the erotic center of attention. That Friday night, however, Melike’s inclusion changed the picture: they could now be paired up…with all that this meant for the two lustful rivals.
“Come on, girl!” As soon as she finished her second drink, Melike grabbed Maddy’s wrist. “It’s time to show these
bitches how real women dance.”
Emma laughed at her friend’s mockery, as it was not the first time they had used such terms when working in the pub. However, Erika knew that the insult had been real, and that it was directed directly at her. With a low grunt, she grabbed Emma to accept the brunette’s challenge.
“Sweetheart, we’re the ones who’ll show these bitches who the real dancing queens are,” she cried out loud enough for Melike to hear her.
The two beauties dragged the redheads through the crowd, searching for the center of the dance floor. The heat of the dancing bodies joined the fire that burned the skin and flesh of Melike and Erika, a fire that had been growing since the Swede had appeared by surprise in the pub where the Turk worked, a fire that had fed on the glances that had been exchanged on the way to the nightclub, a fire that had spread because of the jealousy aroused by the push-up bra worn by the rival, a fire that was getting out of control because of the alcohol and the challenge on the dance floor. A crimson blush covered the cheeks and breasts of the antagonists, as a thin layer of sweat began to lubricate their delicate skins.
The dance began: Erika and Emma on one side, Melike and Maddy on the other, the young women shook their hips and hair with passion; some were looking for fun, others were in competition. The blonde and the brunette paid more attention to the other beauty than to their dance partners, studying each other under lights that blinked so quickly that they created a kind of photographic illusion. Both took advantage of the flashes of light to exhibit themselves to their nemesis, calculating each glow to highlight their curves with the sexiest pose possible—their tits were pushed out, their asses were defiantly presented in profile, their hips were twisted in an exalted pose, their eyes observed, studied and considered, always criticized and envied under every flash of light.
Immersed in their rivalry, the girls ended up embracing the music, turning every sound into sap for their bodies. The bass beat powerfully in the bottom of their bellies, shaking the butterflies that were nesting in it, while the guitars accelerated heartbeats that pumped too much vital essence into too many parts: their faces became even redder, their boobs swollen over the necklines, and a torrent of hot blood flowed into crotches that, to the surprise of both women, began to dilate.
Unable to contain herself in front of Melike’s seductive image, Erika dragged her red-painted nails along Emma’s contours like a desperate lover, forcing a nervous laugh from her friend.
“Wow, someone’s overexcited tonight!” Emma said.
Without taking her hands off the other girl, the blonde looked for Melike’s glance. A few feet away, the Turkish woman narrowed her feline amber eyes, licking her fleshy lips with a languid effect that only the flashing lights could create. Erika found herself mimicking the gesture, and the taste of her own thick mouth nearly exploded the flames that ran through her body.
On the other side of the irresistible bond, and spurred on by the Swedish beauty, Melike lunged at Maddy and, before she knew what she was doing, her hands clutched the girl’s round ass with some violence.
“Melike!” her friend gasped, her cheeks turning red. However, the brunette didn’t even look at her: her dilated pupils pierced the blue eyes of her blonde rival, while an animal craving instigated her to repeat the degenerate move with Erika. Lost in her adversary’s dance moves, Melike was carried away by her most basic instincts and impaled her pelvis on Maddy’s crotch, rubbing herself against the other woman for a few enthusiastic seconds.
As she heard Maddy complaining softly at Melike’s unexpected sexual assault, Erika allowed herself to ride the same hot wave as her enemy, grabbing Emma’s firm buttocks with both hands and rubbing up against her with the delirium born of alcohol and competition. In the middle of the nightclub, the two foreign beauties assaulted their American friends, who could hardly oppose them. The sensual triangle of the past, with Erika, Maddy and Emma dominating the dance floor with their erotic moves, now looked like a little girls’ game.
For several minutes, blonde and brunette kept using their perfect bodies to bully, to dominate. Pawing, rubbing against the overwhelmed partner, the females in heat danced seductively under the flickering lights, always attentive to the rival, always vigilant to what was inevitably going to happen. Both crotches began to throb uncontrollably, with an unknown but exciting tension flooding them.
Finally, Emma and Maddy managed to get away from their ardent friends; clumsily excusing themselves, they quickly fled the dance floor, tremendously embarrassed by the heat that was running through their bodies and minds. Melike and Erika were left behind; irretrievably attracted by the gravity of the antagonist’s body, they soon found themselves dancing with their backs to the other woman. With their twin bodies covered by practically the same ensemble, many on the dance floor thought they were watching a wild dance between two sisters descended from the heavens: two modern pagan goddesses covered in lycra and latex whose generous creator had decided to differentiate by the color of their hair. The swollen breasts of the deities swung under the white tops with female strength, while the overall length of each beauty’s impressive strong legs was exposed through the side cuts of their black skirts, cuts that almost reached the women’s delicate waists.
Neither knew who made the first move, or whether it was a fortuitous blow, but both gasped in surprise as they felt the other’s powerful ass bump into their own firm bottoms. Reacting instinctively to contact, the glutes muscles tightened, flexing threateningly against the opposing muscles for several seconds. After two weeks of disagreements and discussions in class, after two weeks of bad looks and insults whispered in the distance, the first contact between brunette and blonde was nothing more than a reflection of the kind of harmful relationship that linked them: a sneaky war in the middle of the hurricane. Certainly, their rivalry was well known in their class, but everyone naively believed that these were just two hot-headed women having different views on the historical processes. The true depth of the competition was far beyond anyone’s imagination, and what was happening on the dance floor now was just a demonstration that, if the girls wanted it, not even in public could one find out what was really going on between them. In fact, the clash between their attractive asses mimicked their verbal clashes in college to perfection: as always when they argued, none of them would back down from their enemy.
Taking a breath of air and filling their heads with the necessary mental fortitude, Erika and Melike pushed together their butts, arching their bodies to support their round virtues in the battle that has just begun. They were carried away by the music, rubbing their firm asses one against the other, with their muscles contracting and stretching under the latex skirts with increasing force. Gritting their teeth, the antagonists grunted quietly, quickly feeling excited in that still unnoticed competition of buns.
Completely absorbed in the duel, the Turkish and Swedish women ended up no longer feeling the outside world: the smell of the dancing bodies around was replaced by the feminine scent of the rival’s perfumed hair, by the fragrance of the other body’s sweat and alcohol-laden breath; the music went into the background, with the sensual sound of the skirts squeezing latex against latex and the soft gasps of effort and passion taking control of their eardrums; the dilated pupils saw nothing, because the eyes had been closed, the sensations born of the mutual friction increasing in intensity; the tongues licked lips with a whisky flavour, but also with a taste of hot challenge and insane envy…
And touch, touch was everything: four vigorous ass cheeks, well endowed by nature and toned in gyms, were pushed, squeezed, scrubbed and eroded together in an epic fight where strength and flexibility were the key. Soon, however, the lush girls felt more than just tenacious butts, as both ended up pressing the full length of their bodies against each other. Back to back, locked from their heads to their heels, Erika and Melike kept the illusion of dancing by seductively intertwining their long, bare legs, identical in shape and length. The arms were tied at each other’s elbows, and the faces were turned to look for each other.
“You really think you’re fucking hot, don’t you, bitch?” the brunette spat, feeling the soft touch of her nemesis’ golden hair against her reddened cheeks. “I bet you think your body is better than mine…”
“I don’t know, whore,” Erika replied in a defiant tone. The heavy smell of Melike’s perfume flooded her nose, both arousing and irritating her at the same time. “You’re feeling my ass, my legs against yours, so you should already know the answer.”
“You’re feeling me
too, slut, so the answer should be obvious.”
It was the first time they spoke to each other outside of class, and no one used words that sought to calm the situation between them. Facing the double challenge, the women tightened their gluteal and leg muscles to rub their virtues with greater vigor and rage, in a desperate but futile attempt to make the other proud beauty admit her physical inferiority. The latex skirts squeaked under the music, squeezing against each other, dragging each other upward, the thick, delicious thighs of the enemies increasingly exposed.
“Be honest, Melike: what do you think of
this?” The blonde’s words were accompanied by a particularly vicious buttocks blow, so powerful that the brunette almost lost her balance on her black high heels.
“I think it’s trash,” Melike growled. As a woman who never backed down from any confrontation, much less from her hated mortal enemy, she responded with her own thump: her ass hit Erika’s derriere with dirty impetus, with an energy born of animosity that almost knocked the Swedish female down.
“Bitch,” the blonde muttered.
“Bitch,” the brunette repeated.
For a few intense seconds, the beautiful young women shook their butts together, banging them cheeks against cheeks in a test of strength that no one concealed under the guise of a dance. However, the attention they began to raise around them caused the girls desist from their plan to bring down the opponent, returning to the slower but equally fiery duel of erosive rubbing.
“If we weren’t surrounded by people…” Erika’s threat sounded raw, terribly sincere.
On the other side, Melike felt both bodies shaking at all the ramifications of the other’s words.
“What, Erika? What would happen?” she called out.
The Swede turned her face a little more, and the Turk continued the game doing the same. The thick lips of the adversaries now almost brushed against each other, their warm, alcohol-filled breaths mingling each other in the thin space between their attractive mouths.
“What do you think, cxnt?” the blonde asked. The two women were provoking each other, hoping that the rival would shape the thoughts of both, that the other beauty would say in words what they wanted. “What do you think would happen if we were alone?”
“You tell me, tramp.” Melike could feel Erika’s spittle fall on her lips every time her rival spoke in anger, and she knew that her own fury was also forcing saliva on the Swede’s mouth. “I dare you to say it, Nordic whore.”
“I dare
you to say it, Turkish tramp.”
The asses intensified their fight for space, as legs and arms intertwined more and more together in an increasingly chaotic dance. In the torsos of the beauties, the sweaty tits bounced in a neckline that began to be surpassed by the increasing swelling of the females’ virtues. The heat on the dance floor reached an almost unbearable temperature, but not even this discomfort stopped the warriors: their sharp nails now closed on the antagonist’s delicate thighs, scratching them like angry cats.
“Oh, fuck! You whore!” they howled in unison, sinking their claws deeper into the other flesh. The eyes widened, announcing tears to come, but even so, both kept the fight under the masquerade of a dance.
“You’re a goddamn sow, Erika!” the Turk’s verbal attack joined the assault on the blonde’s thighs.
“And you’re a bitch who’s getting into a fight from which you’re gonna come off badly, Melike!” the Swede exclaimed, returning each scratch with her own nails, matching intensity with intensity.
“It would take an army of blondes as stupid as you to get a single chance against me!”
“No brunette can compete with a blonde, let alone a weakling like you!”
Through the cheeks that were crushing together, each one felt the first tears running down the other woman’s beautiful face. Knowing that they were really hurting the person they hated the most in the world encouraged them to go further, so with impeccable compenetration, they both slipped their claws between their fighting butts, filling their hands with the firm, sensual flesh they found. The first squeeze forced a long moan through the voluptuous lips of the rivals, and the second a furious grunt. The third provoked a wave of insults: ‘smug bitch’, ‘cheap whore’, ‘flabby ass’, ‘weak legs’. Nothing was dirty enough for the girls’ mouths, but the offenses were soon silenced by the painful gasps that both breathed under the cruel profanation of their sexy derrieres.
For what seemed like an eternity, the belligerent dance continued on the nightclub, the red-painted nails lacerating through the latex, the skirts getting higher and higher into a threat to expose the hostile buns. The women’s heartbeats accelerated at the simple thought that, in the end, the cloth would no longer cover the flesh, turning the competition into a skirmish between naked flesh.
That was more than they could bear. Pushing mutually with their asses, Melike and Erika separated from each other. Turning around, waving their long hair in the air with femininity, they faced each other in the middle of the dance floor, their eyes burning with a hatred they had never thought it was possible to feel. With her thighs and buttocks throbbing from the hot cuts she had just received, Melike wanted to jump on Erika and use her claws again, this time on the pretty, smug face that dared to confront her under the flickering lights. Of course, the brunette had just realized that her nails were sharp enough to cause irreversible damage to the attractive features of the rival beauty, but she knew she’d suffer the same fate if they both got into that evil cat game. Despite her tough-girl attitude, despite the warlike nature she always boasted about, the Turkish woman had never been in a real fight. Although her animal instincts incited her to attack without thinking about the consequences, she felt restrained by chains forged in the fear of the unknown and the lack of privacy.
In front of her, Erika had similar thoughts: her desire to fight was refuted by a sense of self-preservation that she had never felt before in her life. Although she had never come to blows with anyone else, the blonde had always thought that, when the time came, nothing would stop her. However, now that she had the opportunity to resolve her differences with her hated nemesis, she was unable to take the final step.
But the dance wasn’t over yet. Somehow, as their minds were tormented by doubts, their bodies decided to take control, ignoring any rational thinking. In the middle of an increasingly crowded dance floor, brunette and blonde managed to open up enough space to create a kind of combat arena for themselves, always staring at the other female. Moving in circles like rival satellites, they shook their breasts in defiance as they swayed their hips in a poisonous female dance.
The gravity each exerted on the rival ended up bringing their bodies almost together. The wide necklines were just centimeters away from touching each other, showing that they weren’t yet ready to test their sensitive attributes. Their long legs, on the other hand, had already experienced the taste of struggle, so they became entangled like hungry snakes again. The skirts began to rub together face to face, pelvis to pelvis, forcing a long moan from between the juicy lips of the college girls.
Then Melike raised her right hand. Moving her in front of Erika’s handsome sweaty face, she bragged about nails that the Swedish woman knew well.
“Do you think your nails scare me?” As the blonde spoke, every scratch on her body beat with a life of its own.
“No,” the brunette denied. “I think you’re afraid of my
whole body…”
Erika’s response came in the form of more scratches: her fingers fell quickly on her nemesis’ butt, grabbing it like a lover would do but lacering it like a bellicose Valkyrie. Melike spat out her pain with a sharp exhalation that impregnated the Swede’s face with a hot and moist breath.
“Bitch!” Melike’s insult didn’t come alone. Erika immediately felt the other woman’s eager hands on her ass, squeezing and scratching it with a passion that only hatred between females could breed.
“You whore!” the blue-eyed girl replied, squeezing Melike’s derriere even harder.
Music, sweat, pain, perfume, rancor and beauty. The cocktail was explosive, with the two most exuberant women on campus engaged in the most fiery and competitive dance possible. The flexible but firm flesh of their asses was roughly vandalized by cruel crimson nails, nails that demanded as tribute an anguished groan, an outraged gasp, an irritated grunt, tears that were already falling down the face that both rivals most condemned to see every day.
“That’s right, slut!” Melike snorted. “Cry for me!”
“You’re the one who’s crying, tramp!” Erika cried out.
They could no longer insult each other, as a strong and mutual squeeze forced them to bite their lips to drown the howl that ran up their throats. As outstanding learners, both read every gesture, heard every exhalation to understand what made the other woman suffer more, reinforcing these attacks to the detriment of less effective ones. The women also learned from their own suffering, applying each lesson in vengeful aggressions that followed a basic logic: ‘If it hurts me, it will hurt her’.
Quickly experts in buttock laceration, Erika and Melike crushed their pelvises together in a desperate attempt to keep up the appearance that they were just immersed in a tremendously sexy dance. However, more and more eyes were being drawn to them. Even although the flickering lights helped to hide what was really going on, the simple sight of two stunning beauties rubbing wildly their pelvises together was enough to make them the center of attention. So, for the first time, the girls were aware of the outside world, aware of all the interest they had aroused.
Uncomfortable, the young women separated abruptly, almost violently, with a pelvic blow. Erika’s eyes flashed with rage, locking with Melike’s, the brunette’s amber gems equally overwhelmed by anger. Then the blonde turned around and started pushing the other dancers to make their way, not without one last, defiant look at the Turk over her shoulder.
Come and get me, cxnt, the blonde thought, moving aggressively through sweaty bodies. Right behind her, a few steps away, she could sense her rival, stalking her like a predator on heels. Erika took a breath of air, preparing mentally for the next phase of her confrontation. Nothing had been resolved after the sensual and dangerous dance; quite the contrary: every throbbing scratch on her body was an incitement to retaliation, and so must Melike have been feeling it at that very moment too.
Everything had changed, and there was no turning back.
To be continued...
