"Oh my, aren't you hot?" the sizzling catty blonde sneered at the intended blonde rival. Karen put her class of chilled wine on the small table and ran her fingers through her dark, reddish tinged hair. Her fiery eyes danced with anticipation. She knew Bill awaited the outcome. Or as she liked to think "Bilboy" would be full of rock hard anticipation. In her mind Karen had already won; she pictured Michelle being glassyeyed, barely able to walk. And that quite modest "old lady" white bra. That would be a nice trophy.
"Think you can take me, huh, Miss Karen. I'm gonna rip that slutty black bra right off those big boobs, honey. And your garters-I'm gonna-" Michelle's voice trailed. She stared at her sexy rival. The blonde actually felt warm, no hot, no Sizzling. Jealousy, anger; and an overpowering desire to not only devastate the other fiesty blonde, but to strip her naked and make her beg. Michelle had been in a number of fights over the years; won some, lost some. But none like this. The two had been taunting, teasing and challenging each other for weeks. The added spice of the internet chat and some outstanding writing by various writers added to the fun and heat.
Click. The sound of the door being locked brought both a sense of relief and uneasiness to the two contenders. Totally privacy. No interference. No help either. Just two beautiful women, one plush room; a huge bed, a wetbar and behind the door? A shower or a jaccuzzi? Neither knew. And where was the bilboy.
"Have a drink-my dear blonde friend," Karen cooed as she poured Michelle a glass of chilled sweet smoothness. Michelle seemed nervous, but accepted. She began to relax. She noticed Karen tug at the straps of her black bra. Just enough to display a hint of aerolae. And that delicious fully erect thick left nipple peeked out just a bit.
"Like what you see?" Karen cackled as she watched the blondes eyes focus on her impressive chest.
Michelle involuntarily blushed. She stammered. Karen smiled noticing the busty blondes nipples suddenly stiffen.
"Bet they're pink-and very tender," Karen mused. Nice tempting targets. She licked her lips, placed her own now empty wine glass down on the table.
"Hurry up and drink up-I can't wait to take you down sweetie," Michelle taunted as she moved closer. She was wearing sexy black panties, garters and heels. She studied the blonde-every inch of her. Heels, not as high, not as sharp. Nice legs. Nice body-a bit of a soft belly-another tempting target. To be punched, to sink her claws into the soft flesh. Pretty face. And that sexy red lipstick. Perhaps ideal for smearing. Those lips, and that tongue that seemed to playfully dart in and out of her moth as the blonde breathed threats. Empty threats or so they seemed.
"Okay, times up honey. Any rules or restrictions? Wanna play fight? Wrestle? Play footsie? Arm wrestle? Box? Whacha up for? A good old slapping game? Maybe a boob fight or a nasty tit fight? Or how bout we just, we just
CATFIGHTTTTT!"
Whaaaaccck. Whaaaaam. Aiiiiiieeeeee.....
KAREN left
MICHELLE right
MICHELLE left
KAREN right
Karen fifty seven yo sixty three kg
Michelle fifty four yo sixty two kg
