Felicia Fenson Vs Rosario Dawson .. Movie premiere
It had been a last minute score, picking up the movie premiere tickets and all access pass. I had tried to chat about it with a few, of the lovely ladies I knew.
Yet due to the timing, it seemed everyone already had plans or could not make the day and time.
I was just about to give up. When someone mentioned it to another newer lady at the catfight forum. Gave us a quick intro, and let us chat about it.
I was just meeting her. Yet soon found, I was liking her style and spirit. Soon it was agreed, and plans set in motion.
Her name was Felicia Fenson. Felicia was feisty, fun, and a very well put together blonde.
I found myself, very ready to meet her in person. As the event drew closer.
We arrived in the city seperate, getting rooms in the same hotel. They would be close by each other. Yet just meeting, I completely wanted to show her respect due her. Not trying to have her think, this was an attempt at a cheap hook up.
I was sure the lovely lady, had to deal with that often in real life.
We would get to take the limo ride together. Part of our initial meeting, before the event.
I had to admit, I was nervous, as it became time to go. A knock at her door. Followed by a shock to the heart, and pleasure for the eyes, as Felicia opened it.
Felicia was drop dead gorgeous. She was not some glammed barbie. Felicia was naturally beautiful. Not needing much makeup, to be ready to go out on the town.
The kind of lady, you could lose your heart to on first sight.
Her blonde hair, fell softly down past her shoulders.
Felicia wearing a simple, yet elegant looking black and red dress. The blonde making it sizzle, with her natural, sensual presence.
Her shoulders bare. The dress tying behind her neck.
A daring plunge along her front. Giving nice partial displays, of both smooth skinned, well formed breasts. Showing off the inner curve, and swell of them.
A necklace resting lightly against her chest. As she breathed softly, waiting for some response from me.
Her skin toned, and lightly tanned, adding to her healthy vibrant glow. The dress gliding down to caress the curve of her hips. While stopping well above her knees.
Felicia's shapely legs, adding to this stunning package of femanine womanhood, and beauty.
"Cinderella never looked so good, for her royal ball." "You look stunning, and your chariot awaits." I finally manage. Hoping it did not sound as corny to her, as it was me at that moment.
Holding my hand out to take hers.
It had not been planned this way. Yet I was going to enjoy. Getting to have one of the most beautiful ladies at the premiere. Being by my side for the event.
Felicia's heart was racing, as it was time to go for the premiere. She knew very little about her escort. Only what she could learn, chatting with some of the ladies at the forum.
Yet they usually only had good things to say about him.
Would he be the usual guy, that stared at and spoke to her tits all night?
Was he going to expect company in bed later, for the invite?
He was here, and it was time. Felicia giving herself a quick glance in a nearby mirror. Her chosen dress, was unassuming. Yet could work, at just about any gathering, as elegant enough looking. Her heels adding to her statuesque beauty.
She wore light makeup, touching on just the right areas to highlight, nothing more.
As hoped for, his face gave away, just how fine she looked. As expected, his eyes did dip, to her supple skinned cleavage.
Yet when he spoke to her. His eyes gazed into Felicia's intelligent green ones.
No telling how the night would go. Yet he had just scored some major positive points.
Felicia hoping she would get to bump into or meet some fave celebs. As she takes his hand, and they head out, for their limo ride to the event.
As they left the hotel, and arrived like celebs at the premiere. Felicia's instincts kicked in. As she moved by his side.
They were just becoming friends. Storm getting to enjoy jealous stares, having a lady as sexy as Felicia by his side.
While Felicia was eyeing, and letting other ladies know. Even if she had no intentions towards him. "Back off bitches this one is with me." Being sent, no words needed.
They were becoming friends. Felicia willing to bend a fingernail or two. To protect a friend, from some bimbo, looking to take advantage of him. Maybe thinking having the limo and getting to go inside. He had some money, for them to get fingers of, if they played nice.
Soon they were heading inside, as the spotlights danced in the sky overhead. Announcing the location of the event.
Felicia enjoying being swept up in the moment.
While Storm enjoyed, having the lovely blonde by his side. If only for the event.
He was finding out. Felicia was very pleasing company to have.
Felicia's pretty green eyes taking in everything. As they show passes, and get admitted inside.
Felicia finding herself, linking her arm with his. Storm happily keeping her close by his side, as they get swept in. Felicia accepting some of the envious looks. Maybe not for who she was with. Simply for the fact, Felicia was sexy and hot. A possible rival and threat to them.
Her eyes and stance also stating. Back of bitches he is with me.
At the same time, no real couples connection. Just the woman's right to warn off potential man stealers, from her escort.
They are shown to a few more security personal. Before being directed to the small private lounge, designated to them, to go with the pass.
"Ohh ladies room, be sweet and get me something to drink." "I'll be right there.' Felicia states, giving him a quick hug. Before heading off to check herself, and breathe for a minute.
Storm watches her head off. The lady looking great front and back. Then enters the small private lounge.
He has just poured two glasses of chilled champagne. Maybe water or fruit drink if Felicia wanted it. His lovely companion definately to be offered champagne.
When a very attractive dark haired beauty walks in.
Her skin creamy and slightly dusky. Giving her an exotic look.
Her hair down to slightly past her shoulders.
Her dress a light color, with bronze colored straps, and striping, going into the material. That covered the firm mounds of her breasts.
Most of her arms, shoulders and upper back bare. Her breasts basically covered by triangles of material. That left a lot of curvy skinned cleavage showing in front. Medium sized spikes on her heeled shoes.
"How thoughtful of you." She says, walking over, taking the other glass and sipping from it.
"Excuse me, who the hell is this bimbo?" "Why is she sipping from my glass?" Storm hears as Felicia arrives.
Storm caught off guard holding one glass, while the unknown woman holds the other.
Her eyes going to the lovely blondes face, and generous assets. Before turning to Storm.
"I'm sorry sir, professional ladies are not allowed to work these shows." She states sincerely.
"What the hell do you mean by that, your with my date slut!!" Felicia replies walking towards Storm.
"No hookers allowed." "Even you high priced call girls." She is informed.
"Bitch, your saying you think I'm a whore?" Felicia asks in shock.
"I'm sure your very good at what you do, just not at the movie premiere honey." She is told.
Felicia's eyes seem to smolder. As she takes the glass from Storm's hand.
"Just who do you think you are bitch?" She asks, before throwing the champagne into the other woman's face.
Felicia stands chest heaving, as her rival takes an offered towel from Storm wiping her face with one hand.
Before throwing the contents of her own champagne glass, into Felicia's pretty face.
"I'm Rosario Dawson, you bed hopping skank." She replies.
Storm is now helping wipe Felicia's face off. Both ladies heaving breasts, slightly slicked from the liquid, as it spilled down. Only adding to the healthy tone, with a glisten.
Felicia's fingers now slightly curled, as she glares at Rosario.
"My name is Felicia, soon you can call me your ass kicker, whore!!" Felicia hisses back.
Rosario's eyes flash, as her own fingers curl, closer to fists.
"A moment, if you please." Rosario says, before going to the door and poking her head out.
"Bitch looking for someone to help her, not woman enough to fight me alone." Felicia says loud enough to be heard by Rosario.
Who backs into the room again, shutting the door closed behind her. Before turning to face Felicia again.
"No I was just making sure, we won't be interupted." While I teach your candy ass some manners whore." Rosario states, befure surging towards Felicia.
"Oh just bring it bitch!!" Felicia replies, before lunging ahead herself. The room had a decent size sofa against the back wall.
Before it was a low table, with the chilled champagne now on it. At the one end was a wheeled serving cart. Some hand sandwhiches, fruit slices. As well as some small patry cake items
Also near the end a few extra plush chairs sat. Across the room a flat screen monitor hung on the wall.
A viewable t.v. that also could tune into the events going on inside. From the premiere itself.
Arms grasping each other. Taunts and threats being hurled between them. The two lovely ladies yank, and push against each other. Before crashing onto the table together.
Sending the champagne bottle, as well as the ice bucket toppling over.
The ladies entwined, rolling over, and off the front face of the table.
Grunts of pain, as they hit. To be wetted, and poured on. By the liquid spilling from the bottle. As well as melted ice, from the bucket.
The chilly liquid soaking clothing, making nipples hard. Yet tempers still heated. As Felicia landing on top. Was now shoved off, by Rosario. Felicia rising to look at her sodden dress front, then back at Rosario. Who was also rising to find herself, chilled, wet, and hard nippled.
"You bitch, look what you did to my dress!" Felicia spouts looking at herself.
"Who cares about your dollar store knockoff, this dress is an original you whore!" Rosario fires back. The two ladies, chests heaving, exposed cleavage glistening.
"I am not a whore, you fucking slut!!" Felicia cries back, then lunges forward.
This time, one of her hands, grasping, and tearing Rosario's skimpy dress top down.
Rosario's firm breasts spilling free. Just in time, for Felicia to set. Then send a few nicely snapped punches. To the quivering, and glistening mounds.
Rosario crying out in pain, as the sound of skin on skin can be heard.
By instinct, her forearm flies out, connecting to the side of Felicia's head. As Felicia's arm is being drawn back for another punch.
Felicia momentarily dazed. As Rosario cries out in triumph, and begins ripping Felicia's dress top apart.
Felicia's well formed, hard nippled breasts falling free. To thrust firmly, as well as larger than Rosario's nice glistened tits.
Rosario smiling, as she begins to backhand, and slap. Felicia's firm, heavy breasts.
The wet slapping sound, and impact quickly clearing Felicia's head. The lovely blonde, setting herself, before returning tit slap, for tit slap.
A few hands, traveling to pretty faces. As they stand close together, while their dresses slowly begin working their way down, sexy, nubile bodies.
Breasts begin to rub together, as hands seek hair. Fingers curling into each others hair. Even as engorged nipples, press, and grind together.
Both ladies begin yanking each others hair. Jerking her rival's head back and forth, as legs strain, and struggle not to get trapped in their shifting garments.
They begin to twirl, soon crashing back against the food cart.
Rosario's hand going back, to find a pastry. Which she brings forward, to smash into Felicia's pretty face.
"Suck on that bitch!" Rosario hisses, rubbing the frosted cake around. Felicia grabbing one of her own, to smush into Rosario's face. Bite that whore!!" Felicia taunts back.
Rosario grabbing another, and shoving it into Felicia's face.
Even as Felicia pulls back, and drives an uppercut. Into Rosario's unprotected belly, doubling her up.
Felicia grabbing Rosario's hair, jerking her head by it. As Rosario is gasping for air, while off balance. Felicia manages to send her tumbling to the floor. Quickly following, hands ripping at, and tearing the rest of Rosario's dress off.
Felicia crying out in delight, as she has Rosario stripped to some very skimpy panties.
Spanking her ass, while Rosario struggles to get free.
Felicia using her foot, against the exposed rump of Rosario. As her opponent tries to gain space. To send her down face first to the floor.
Felicia pleased with herself, takes a moment to admire her rival's almost fully naked form.
Rosario rolling over, and using her leg, to sweep Felicia's out from under her.
Felicia falling back, striking the cart, as she topples to the floor.
Some of the pastries and mini cakes, toppling with her, as the cart is rocked.
Felicia lands hard, wind driven from her body. As now it is Rosario crawling over, to rip, and strip Felicia's dress from her. To Storm's viewing pleasure, Felicia's thong quickly follows, leaving her naked, in all her glory. Before Rosario spanks, her tight ass.
The humiliation move, re-sparking the fire inside Felicia.
Felicia pushing, and maneuvering on the floor. Some of the cakes mashing, and being smeared over both lovely ladies. As she catches Rosario, as she tries to splash her body down on top.
The two ladies twine together, and roll.
Felicia's hand seeking, then tearing Rosario's panties free. Leaving them both fully nude now.
Before Felicia lands a punch hard into Rosario's left side, causing her to release her hold. As Felicia shoves her off to the side.
Rosario lays gasping, wincing in pain from the punch. As Felicia slides up, and onto her mounting her.
Felicia's eyes roaming her rival, as she lowers her head. To begin to lick, and suck champagne,, from Rosario's hard nippled tits.
At first she is outraged, as the lips, and tongue of her opponent, move across the mounds of her breasts.
Felicia unable to deny, the close skin to skin contact, and catfghting. Along with Rosario's body and beauty. Had begun turning her on.
Rosario moans softly, then arches her own body, sending Felicia sliding off the side. A few light slaps from both ladies, as they struggle. Yet not the previous angry force, as Felicia is rolled
onto her back.
This time, it is Rosario, dressed in only her high heels. That begins to kiss, and lick champagne from Felicia's impressive rack.
A hand finding the spilled bottle nearby. Begins to upend it. Letting the rest of the liquid cascade down between Rosario's breasts. Then onto and between Felicia's proudly thrust tits. As Rosario sits straddling her.
Felicia's hands going to, and grasping and kneading Rosario's breasts. As the rest of the spilled bottle is poured out, wetting them both again.
Rosario lowers to lay prone on top of Felicia. Who smiles, before bucking her off.
Felicia quickly moving, to cup her own glistening breasts. To move to Rosario's head, laying them, then pressing them down over Rosario's face.
Rosario laying on her back. Felicia kneeling at her head, smothering her face with her tits. As Felicia faces towards Rosario's feet.
"Admit your defeat, and wrong about me." Felicia demands, between soft gasps. As Rosario's tongue licks along an areola, before teeth lightly nip the engorged nipple.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm yes ... I surrender... Felicia.. you win." "You're not a whore." Rosario mumbles from beneath, as Felicia moves her large, firm breasts back and forth across Rosario's face, mouth, and lips.
Felicia smiles, then begins to crawl up onto Rosario's sexy nude figure. Until her clit is warmly pressed to Rosario's lips. "Then eat me bitch." Felicia moans.
Even as Rosario's tongue probes her. Felicia's hand, and mouth, now sensually doing the same to Rosario's exposed sex.
Kissing, licking, and tonguing each others, aroused wet pussies.
Before pausing, long enough, to rise, and join each other, naked, in high heels on the sofa.
Felicia staying on top, her priveledge, from winning the fight. As they press together hot sexy body, to naked writhing figure.
Felicia winning again, as she makes Rosario cumm first. Before enjoying a very wet, pleasing climax of her own.
Storm ready with some towels, as they finish and cling together, no longer just rivals. Having taken each others measure catfighting, then the erotic final result for both.
Rosario finally admitting, she had gotten turned around in the halls, entering the wrong room.
Now with it slightly trashed. Offering to share hers with both of them.
Felicia smiling, as Storm helps her up off the sofa, to cling possesively by his side again.
"You mister know how to show a lady a very nice time." She purrs, unable to deny enjoying things very much.
Maybe later, she would show him a more personal and intimate side of herself. Just for his pleasure.
Yet for now, they would do something about wardrobe for both sexy ladies.
Then enjoy the very different, and unexpected sexy premiere. With, and from Rosario's much larger private room and theater seats.
Storm very pleased, she had joined him. As would anyone still breathing.
Felicia winning the fight. Yet Storm getting to enjoy the company of both Felicia fenson, and Rosario dawson. The rest of that evening and movie premiere.
The end.
