[linftr]

Wicked (Dawne) and linftr(Linda) had a wonderfully nasty pollfight  two years ago , that ended in a draw. Fate throws them together once again, to settle scores with one another in an all out catfight.

https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=76484.0

Their dislike for each other has festered and will be finally settled.  Comments and opinions are welcome.

[linftr]

Feeling cooped up, with Winter here and  no events because of covid restrictions, I check my emails and see a special offer from the Omni Resort  Emporium. I actually read it, and am glad that I didn’t just delete it.  They are offering deluxe suites to special  people like myself, to keep us interested  in future galas.

 A while back my hubby and I went to a Billy Joel concert there with deluxe private seating and a ton of perks, including meeting the man himself.  Unfortunately, I got tangled up scrapping with some greasy shrew in the ladies room and missed the concert and the meeting because I had to teach her a lesson in manners.   Our catfight was broken up just before she gave up, so I didn’t even get the satisfaction of her apology for her wrecking my evening.

Even as I am mulling over the offer, my phone rings, and another member of our party asks if we are going.  It looks like we will be three couples, luxuriating for a two night stay….maybe we can call it a Valentine’s day treat!
Thrilled to look forward to something special, am picking out outfits to wear, both with our friends, and when Tim and I get back to our suite.  I am almost twitching to get there.

When at last we arrive, the fellas are handling the check in and luggage, when my best friend starts waving her hand and pointing at someone.  Wondering who could be so special, I lean in to look , and my mouth drops.  It’s her!  The bitch who ruined my concert.  How could she be here? They offered her this special too?  My lower lip pouts and my face flushes.  Maybe she will be consigned to some awful dingy room near a freight elevator.  She better stay out of my path!

[Leeann54]

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[Wicked]

The last couple of months have been so tiring with all this political crap and of course Covid, I just need to get away just my husband and I. I've been looking for something to do for weeks and haven't found what I really want, but as I go through the mail today I think I've found it. Yes, it is everything I've been wanting a beautiful resort with tons of amenities.

Thinking back to a concert that I went to and missed due to a problem in the ladies room.  Urrrghhh that just gets my temper going, to think of all that wasted money to see a concert and miss more than half of it, all because of some loud mouth cow that was behind me.  Enough of that, I plan to enjoy this getaway and not think about anything but relaxing by the pool or getting a nice massage, the possibilities are endless.

As I'm getting ready to call and book a room my husband comes in and says "I planned a getaway for us this weekend 3 days and 2 nights."  I relay to him that I was just doing that same thing, he shows me the reservation and I'm shocked to see that it is for the same place. We both look at each other and smile, "I'll go pack our things if you get the car ready we can get going tonight" I say as I rush out of the room.  We leave that evening and stop at a hotel for the night, getting up early the next morning we continue our drive to the resort.

I walk into the lobby and look around waiting for my husband to join me with our luggage, I have this ominous feeling that I'm being watched or followed. My husband walks up to me and asks what is wrong.  I say "I have a weird feeling that someone is watching me," he says "That's because those women are looking at you and pointing, they are probably jealous of how lovely you look."  I turn around to look and freeze my face drawing a blank, then I start to walk away from him, he grabs my arm and asks, "What are you doing."  I turn to him and say "That's her, that's the cow that I had the problem with and ruined the concert for us."  I can't believe this is happening all I wanted was some quiet time away from all the bullshit, but now I feel like I have stepped into a bigger pile of bullshit with her being here. 

Maybe they are leaving and not just getting here, a girl can hope.

[linftr]

My heart is beating hard, I motion to the desk and point out that couple over there and ask  “Where  are they  staying, I’ve seen them here before, and they are very ,very noisy.  We don’t want to be near them” .  Upon hearing that they have the honeymoon suite, I look at our reservations and am shocked to see it is above my party’s rooms.  “What is the matter with you people, how come they are above us, with a bigger room”  and the polite answer , that ”they paid for it, and you were comped” doesn’t cut it.

No way, no way, I mutter to myself, as my friends tell me to calm down and just enjoy the weekend when I see that frizzy haired bitch head into the lobby.  My God, she is going to the ladies room, I am not going to do that again, so I go to the door and wait for her to come out.   Accosting her when she exits with “You, You have to try and ruin another weekend of mine?  You remember the concert with Billy? How you wrecked that?  Well I want to talk to you.”  The dumb slut has a blank look on her face, like it take words hours to penetrate her skull, so I lean into her and inform her that it is unacceptable for her to have that fancy suite above my room.

She shakes her head, as if to brush me off, and takes a step towards her poor husband, but I step in her way.  “Don’t you have something to say?  You were so mouthy last time.  You know, it’s a mistake that you have that fancy room , but maybe it will come in handy.  It would be a fine spot for us to settle unfinished business.  And in case you forgot , Dawne” spitting out her name, “My name is Linda”.

“I don’t want to waste the whole weekend on you, so we can take care of our little differences  and you can be on your way to trailerville before we even unpack.  What do you say?”  While I kept my voice lower than usual, it seems that a number of people are actually watching us.  I hope she doesn't make an embbarassing scene.

[Wicked]

My husband tells me to take a minute and compose myself before we step up to the counter for our room. So I walk to the ladies room to do just that. I stand there and fix my hair and take a couple deep breaths to control my racing heart to a slow rhythm. Feeling refreshed enough for the situation I leave the room opening the door I see the fricken cow is waiting for me outside.

I have barely closed the door when she starts in with her ranting and raving about the concert and how I ruined it for her. Standing there waiting for her mouth to shut I just look on in amazement, this bitch must have a quarter stuck somewhere she just doesn't quit. Finally she has shut her dirty mouth, I shake my head and I look over to my husband and take a step towards him when she steps in front of me.  I hand my purse to him and look back at her.

There she goes again running her mouth, I think how nice it would be to shut it for her then I hear her spurt out that we shouldn't have the Honeymoon suite. Well now my heart is pumping again, the nerve of this cow telling me I don't deserve a room I paid for. "Oh, I remember you Linda, how can one forget a bitch with a smart mouth." I look her in the eye and say, "I don't know how you found out where my room is but you are not going to embarrass me here again."

I push past her and see that there are a number of people looking in our direction, so I turn back and tell her "Shut your dirty little pie hole, we can finish this like you said in my room." "Give me time to get my things together and you can come up and we will settle this once and for all." "Oh and Linda, try to wear something that you are not fond of because it will be in shreds when you leave."

I walk to the front desk to get my key and tell the clerk, "I didn't know it was ok to tell other patrons where people are staying in this resort."  "I will have to speak to management and let them know about it and find out why they let trailer trash stay here for free." "I was under the impression this was an upstanding resort, Hmmmf not so much I see."

[linftr]

“You will not tell me what to do or not to do” I start to shriek, but then glancing around, I tone it down to a mildly stern statement, and add  “I will be coming up, and you better be alone”.  I turn to my friends, who were standing at a safe distance and say “can you imagine the nerve of that whore” as I stride over to the husbands who were watching this ‘conversation’ from a distance.  “Dinner will be a little delayed, I have to take care of something.  Let’s get to our rooms, and freshen up.”

The men deal with the luggage, while my two friends ride up to our adjoining rooms in the elevator with me.  They are fretful and amazed that calm, rational , professional me has called out this other woman.  One of them has the nerve to say “You know, that fight you had with her was pretty close last time.  Maybe it wasn’t a bad thing the door opened when it did”.  My withering glance shuts her up, as we get to our floor, one below the honeymoon sky suite with the panoramic view of the pending sunset.   The rooms are excellent, and would be wonderful, except they are second best. 

Finally, the guys get up, and we split and go to our rooms, while I instruct Tim not to unpack everything, because we will be moving to the top floor.  He suggests that we all might be very happy just where we are, and that we probably won’t even interact with this woman I object too.  I explain to him that she owes us for ruining the concert with Billy Joel, that she stole the best room in the place, and she is simply a lowlife that doesn’t deserve to be here.  He replies “Maybe I’ll head down to the lobby with the boys hon.  Be reasonable and try to stay out of trouble.”  “Don’t worry about me, and think of how much fun we will have in a honeymoon suite.  Don’t drink too much”.

As soon as the door clicks, I dial your room.  “Well? Let’s make this even, what are you going to wear.  I don’t want to start ripping with an advantage.  My two girlfriends are going to wait outside the door till it is opened from the inside.  Your guy can stay outside with them, or go down to the lobby and swap hunting stories with the boys. You ready to take your medicine?”  I realize that I am frantically tapping the floor in my heels, and wonder if I should wear them up.  “No one is going to save you now, Dawne”

[Wicked]

I take the elevator up to my suite and turn to my husband and say,"Dear you will need to go down to the bar and relax a bit while I take care of a couple of things." He just looks at me and says, "That is fine Dawne but try not to destroy too much in here, and please finish this so we can enjoy the rest of the weekend."  I smile and tell him it will be fine. As he walks out the door the phone rings. I walk over and pick it up thinking it is the manager I requested.

"Hello"  I can't believe this bitch she is already calling to come up here, I've been in this place for 20 minutes and she has got my blood boiling three times already.  "Well well Linda, my husband has already gone down to the bar" "Let's do this in some Lingerie since we are going to be in a Honeymoon Suite." " I really don't care if your little trailer trash groupies stand outside, that is up to them." " Linda I plan to tear you apart this time you Fucking Whore, me take my medicine not likely."  "I need no saving I plan to come out on top." I hang up the phone and put my things in the bedroom, I choose a green and black corset with black thigh highs and black heels.  I admire myself in the full length mirror, damn you look good, I hope this doesn't get ruined, yeah right what am I thinking.

As I wait for Linda to get her lazy ass up here I make myself a drink and sit down on the sofa, it's been like 25 minutes and she still hasn't shown her face yet. I guess she got cold feet, just as I get up to make another drink I hear the commotion outside my door. "Finally" I say as I walk to the door waiting for the knock.

[linftr]

Getting ready for the fray, I make sure my hair is up, makeup touched up, and I spritz myself with perfume.  She will realize that she is dealing with a class act.  I look at my lacy red lingerie, with the mesh and lace, and decide against it as too liable to snag on her carcass.  I pick my baby doll blue corset with the white lace, and a matching thong…..and dark blue hose and heels.  I swish around, admiring the effect, my alabaster flesh contrasting so nicely, as I open and close my hands and check out my nails.. Good enough for the coarse work this evening. 

The girls are knocking on the door, and are suitably impressed by my outfit, as I wrap my light blue silk robe around me.  Not really necessary, but they check if anyone is around before getting on the elevator for the one floor ride up.   I make a joke about that bitch going on a non stop ride to the lobby when I am done, and the girls nervously giggle.  Last minute instructions to them are to wait for the door to open, and take a few pictures before sending old Dawne downstairs.

We get real quiet as we near the door and I receive their good luck wishes just before I rap on it.  They snap a ‘before ‘ shot of me with a very stiff smile,  and as I bang again I shout “where are you?” I hear clumpy footsteps, my friends back away, and the door swings open, and I step in.  I see you several steps away, eying me, as I close the door and slip my robe off.  Taking in the spacious suite, and the furniture I shake my head and mutter “how did you rate this?” before looking you over head to toe.  This is the moment of truth, and even I can’t keep up a stream of chatter as I look her right in the eye, and gaze down her body.  My lower lip does its nervous flip, and I take a step forward, bracing my feet and extending my arms, ready to parry or attack.

Watching you, I think I see a flicker of fear, and I sneer at this big frowzy slut .  “Lets get this started, you cxnt!”

[Wicked]

I stand a few feet away from the door when the pounding on the door starts.  I'm glad there are no other patrons on this floor, with all this commotion we are liable to get kicked out. As I open the door I am blinded by flashes from your trailer groupies phones as they take pictures.  I step away from the door as you waltz in in your robe, before you close the door behind you I yell to your friends " I'm glad you took pictures so you can remember what she looked like before and after this fight." "Oh and don't get comfortable, cause you'll all be leaving with her when I'm done here if you know what's good for you."

As the door closes and you step in and let your robe drop.  You stand there and look around shaking your head muttering how did you rate this.  I say "Take a good look Linda with all this free time with the lockdown I've been working out and toning my body."  "It looks like you have been toning yours with a bucket of chicken in your lap."  "As for rating this room my husband works hard for a living, and it was paid for not comped like yours."  "Take a moment and look around, have a drink, because you will not be getting this room anytime soon, at least not this weekend!"

We can get started after your drink, or if you don't want one by all means let's get to it. The quicker this is started the quicker I can get you out of my hair you fricken cow.

[linftr]

There is nothing like comparing yourself to another woman in lingerie, while having intent to do harm.    Ignoring most of her rantings, I hear two things from Dawne: the offer of a drink, and that I am softer  than her.  While I should be ignoring her, the throw away comment about my curvy figure is insidious .  She isn’t slim herself, and if she is toned, than so is a knockwurst, which she sort of resembles.  Even so, I start to suck my tummy in, and twist a little, and shift my thighs.  Damn her, she is just trying to get under my skin, but I won’t let he do it.  Screw it, I’ll just have a drink and see how she likes mind games.

“Being that all the men have a head start  downstairs, I wouldn’t mind that drink.  Crown royal on the rocks.”  I look at the full stocked bar and marvel at this place, especially since my room has those chintzy little bottles.  I stroll on over to the bar, and make sure I brush against her, and let my perfume waft over .  I am going to play it cool, till I slap the Bejesus out of her.  I have a prettier face, my red hair is well coiffed, not all knotted like her mop, I certainly have finer breasts.  Yup, am definitely better than her.  Feeling a little smug now, until I sit down and feel my little belly roll, and then take a very healthy first sip of my drink.

“you really are putting on a fine show right now hon.  I don’t think you will look so cocky in a little while” and then  I jump.  Two heavy thumps on the door, while I thought we would be undisturbed.  “What the?”  Thump, Thump “Resort Manager, Please allow us to redeem our earlier breach of your privacy .  I understand you are getting dressed for dinner, but allow us to provide this entire suite and your dinner tonight on the house.  I assure you that our staff will treat you with all the respect and privileges you are entitled to.   I hope this will be satisfactory and make amends.”

As his footsteps pad off, I gulp down my drink and let you know what I think.  “You fucking bitch, you got all this because of me, and you don’t deserve any of it, you hear, none of it.  No more fooling around, I am going to toss you out on your fat ass.” and to punctuate  my little speech, I throw the glass at you and step around the coffee table  with my hand cocked.

[Wicked]

I see you squirm under my scrutiny and then watch as you tuck your tummy in. I smile with satisfaction that I have seeped under that thick skin of yours. As you brush past me to get a drink I smile again knowing that you are on edge. When your perfume hits me I almost gag but catch myself and just cough and turn to get out of the line of it. You have your hair up and all I can think of is how much I want to rip it out of it and pull you around by that red mess.  While I wait for you to finish your drink I walk back to the bar contemplating making myself another.

You start to say something but it is drowned out by the knock at the door. Hearing who it is I now have a broad smile across my face, as I turn to look at you I see your smirk turn to surprise and then to anger. Your ranting has me ready for anything right now as I see you gulp your drink and throw the glass.  I cleanly step away from the thrown glass anticipating the throw and moving toward you. " Thank you for the added privileges Linda, it was so nice of you to help me out."

I reach you and grab for your wrist before you can throw a slap and push you back, watching you lose your balance and fall back over the coffee table.  I don't wait for your reaction I just move forward and pounce on you, grabbing that hair that I wanted to get my fingers in and ruin.  We are wedged between the table and sofa you are trying to squirm out but I hold you down and continue ripping and pulling your hair. "Looks like you had a misstep there Linda you fucking whore."

[linftr]

Surprised that my intended slap is intercepted, I  stagger back over and onto the coffee table as you push me  and then follow onto me, you grabbing my lustrous red hair.  In seconds, it is all over the place as I reach up to defend, then snatch at your wild waves myself.  You start mocking me, as I feel the coffee table shift and my ass sinking between it and the sofa, my blue clad legs and heels sticking up as my heels wave in the air.  I shove at you, as I feel my hair ripping, but you weigh a ton, and the awkward position is horrible.

Instead of continuing the unequal hair pulling, I claw at your shoulder, raking towards your mushrooming tit, while trying to tilt us to the side, the slowly shifting coffee table not helping things as my butt sags into the space.  My friends outside , now returned after scuttling off when the resort manager came, hear scuffling and nasty name calling and look at each with the realization that a fight really is taking place.  “You weigh a ton, you greasy hag, get off me” I shout, yelping with every hair pull and already seeing some red strands fluttering.

“Get off me!” I bellow as I dip my head down under one protecting arm, while my other keeps dropping lower and stabs into your tit just above your corset, the fingers prying inside.  I am thrilled to see a pair of welts on your swarthy skin, and aim to generate more, as soon as I can wriggle free.  It looks surreal to see my little feet dancing in the air as my body almost forms a U but the slowly shifting coffee table might liberate me.  I’ll get this bitch then.

[Wicked]

Having you under me is somewhat of a reminder to the last time we fought, I steel myself to stay focused and not let you play your mind games to falter my assault. I continue to tug at the red strands of hair, looking for an advantage to your position. "Arrrggghhh" I yelp as my tit just had your nails rake across it. "You whore, you will pay for that," I try to twist away from your hand careful not to let you have any more movement. I return the favor of grabbing and twisting your nipple, (which by the way is erect and asking for some attention)  I let go and grab the other and do the same, this time dragging my nails across from one wrinkled tit to the other. 

Laughing as I bring my nails back to your tits, "Linda dear, I think the only reason your tits are up here is because of this lovely corset you are wearing, without it I'm sure they would be down to your waist." "You really should have taken better care of yourself, with this lockdown I would think you would have had plenty of time." I feel the table move again and know I need to do something to keep you in this position. I quickly grab one of your legs as they are flailing, bringing it forward toward your head. Keeping it there perched under my shoulder with my arm extended to continue the barrage on your tits.

Your words are not registering I know you are speaking but I'm not listening. Wait maybe I did just here that "Get off me" not likely Bitch I have a lot of pent up anger I plan to take out on you. Again, I remember our fight in the ladies room, remember you being on the floor, then I was, then at the sink all these images going through my head. Focusing on you under me I release your tit and slap your face, "Remember this Linda, you did this to me now I'm returning the favor."  Holding your head still by tugging your hair to me as I slap you with the other yet again. Seeing the welt on your face brings a smile to my lips, "Yes, now you will feel the sting Bitch."

[linftr]

Owwwwww, pinned under this obscene gloating lump, I feel my face sting and my cheek  redden, only to cry out again, as your hand hits my mouth.  Oh God, I have a fat lip, I hope I’m not bleeding.  She already scratched my breasts, and she is going to go after them again, I can feel it.  My eyes darting , not even cursing you because the seriousness of the situation has me almost speechless.

I am stuck between the slowly shifting  furniture with  my free leg waving around, as one hand re-clutches  your breast and the other flutters  around near the sofa. I feel the coffee table move again, this time enough so my free waving foot can push it, and I do, and it moves with a lurch. My free hand shoves the sofa, and the leg that was pinned by you, now has the leverage to pry you back.  In almost an instant, you are pressed backwards, and I am gazing at an undefended expanse of your torso.  Propped against the sofa, my eyes light up, and my sofa pushing hand slaps down on your mound with a thud.  Expecting a howl, I realize your fat cxnt isn’t opened up, yet, and I jab my hand at your panties to haul them down, my nails rasping on your ‘toned’ paunch.

Swiveling my head in freedom, I see your brownish nipple sticking out, my hand must have been holding your corset as you flopped back.  I see your head starting to rise, I have to make this count, and kick my free foot at your covered tit.  Too bad I lost my heel shoving that table, or you would get what you deserve.  I see your head wobble around after the impact and I ask “You like have your tit stomped, bitch?  I owe you, no one bitch slaps me and gets away with it” I see your panties starting to peel down, and use both hands to haul on them, while readying another kick to your breasts.

I marvel that one second this slut had a little advantage, and now, I will destroy her.