Society Fight Story – Heather versus KarenThis Time Its Personal!The Society returns in a contest that promises to be epic! I was recently approached by Heather (heatherfights) and Karen (Karen80) to discuss with both of them being a part of a Society event. I have spoken with both on a number of times and know them both pretty well. AS many here know, they are as intense rivals as there are and their “blood feud” and rivalry goes back a ways, to 2009 at least and even predates my time here by a number of years. They both declared to me a desire to settle their differences, which can really only be described as good old-fashioned hatred!
The question for me then was what was the proper way to do this? All three of us wanted to do something a little different than the usual “poll”. It was suggested I write a story describing how I felt the fight would go and all concerned agreed that made the most sense at this point. We agreed that at different points along the way we would discuss my writing to that point, make changes (of which there were few surprisingly) and then move forward with the story. They left it to me to settle on a final victor and to my surprise, these too hated rivals felt that at the end I had made a pretty good representation of how a fight might actually go between them…. or at least as far as “Round 1” was concerned. We also felt that the story would be a great set-up for a future Society Poll Fight/Story depending on how the story was received. I also suggested we divide the story up into parts for posting purposes and that would give any and all readers concerned the opportunity to post their questions/comments/ cheers/jeers/suggestions. In that way I might actually make changes to what had already been written based on what the audience members said, commented, and/or suggested. After a few days, I would then post the next part of the story and continue on with that format to an ending. SO you...the readers....could have an influence on the ending...depending on how things go....
So there you have it…and let the games begin!
Who will win what promises to be a grueling battle between Heather and Karen?Will Karen humble and embarrass Heather and force her into a shameful submission?Will Heather gain her revenge for an earlier poll defeat and hammer Karen until she cries like a little girl and begs for mercy?The Society returns with two old and intense rivals facing each other in the crucible of combat, a desperate fight to the finish. It also returns in a unique story format I hope everyone reading finds different and entertaining. To say that Karen and Heather have a score to settle would be an understatemen!
These two hate each other's GUTS..to put it bluntly!This story places the tough, sultry, busty Pennsylvanian... Heather (heatherfights) against the voluptuous and skilled British bombshell... Karen (Karen80). These ladies have clashed before and neither bears any love for the other, in fact, far from it. I’m not sure we have seen this level of hatred and disdain between two Society participants before. The fight will be savage and dirty…but that’s nothing unusual for the Society. If it gets pretty erotic along the way, that probably won’t hurt either. In fact, it’s very much encouraged!!
Heather’s profile: http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=9666
Karen’s profile:
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26374It’s a big apartment and a big story! It’s a big fight with two women with big designs on destroying each other!
If it follows suit with the previous fights between these two, we are in for a treat!
So without further adieu, here is my version of a Society Fight between Heather and Karen.
Enjoy!
Michelle
THE STORY - Part 1Karen stood near one corner of the expansive living area that seemed to take up much of the $75,000/night penthouse suite on top of the extravagant Four Seasons Hotel on 57th Street in Midtown Manhattan in New York City. The venue was different than the one she had been to previously as a guest. Karen was a native of London and while she had been to New York a few times, this time it was different. There was extensive remolding being done on the regular venue for Society events, the penthouse on the fortieth floor of the Times Square Building in Times Square. The Four Seasons however gave us the perfect arena considering size and opulence for what was hoped would prove to be the encounter of the Society Series season this year.
Karen couldn’t believe it was finally happening. She walked over to her friend Michelle and asked her for about the hundredth time to pinch her hard to make sure this was really happening, and that she wasn’t dreaming or lost in either some bizarre, confused fog or she had been kidnapped by aliens. This entire “happening”, the extravagant cocktail party, the gorgeous opulent room, the people, even the view out the expansive floor-to-ceiling picture windows that seemed to make up the entire north and west walls of the penthouse, were beyond her comprehension. The windows looked out over the wide green expanse of what is the always-magnificent Central Park and with a light mist and fog hanging over the trees it was a scene that was something bordering on the surreal.
For Karen it was a chance at proving herself on a much larger, public stage, a chance to finally finish an unfinished task,
ONCE AND FOR ALL! It was a chance for her to prove to everyone what she herself was confident that she knew in her heart to be true. That was that she was simply… THE BEST!…and this was
finally her opportunity to prove just that. She walked along the windows of that glass wall, dragging the forefinger of her right hand along the smooth, cool glass and occasionally peering back over her shoulder and looking at the crowd of people that were present for this event, then looking back out over the expanse that is iconic…Central Park. The park was so large and expansive, but not as large as her desire to crush her hated rival once and for all and not as large as the upcoming event!
People were here from all walks of life…politics, finance, real estate, oil and gas and entertainment. It was a veritable “Who’s Who” of everyone who was anyone in New York City. It was to be an event befitting one of the world’s greatest city…the city that NEVER sleeps.
There was another thing that was different about this, as opposed to Karen’s first time here as a guest of her close friend... Michelle. Karen remembered how she marveled that first time she was here as she stood in that room, looking out at that party, and how self-conscious she felt and how she had to keep reminding herself that while she was there, she was NOT one of them. That was an unusual feeling for Karen to have as she could basically be described as a woman who had everything.
No longer…No longer she kept saying over and over in her head!It was like a broken record!Karen said to herself…she would be one of “them” soon enough. So she would show she was worthy! She was used to such opulence and she wanted more. She could never get quite enough and would fight for ALL she could get!
Tonight she was here for a very SPECIAL reason. The large assembled throng of Society members was all here for a reason. In fact, Karen
was the reason they were here, or at least…one of two reasons. This was
NO ordinary party,
NO ordinary event.
This was a
happening.
This was not just a gathering of New York’s rich high society elite, the city’s rich, famous and powerful. There was none like it in the country, maybe the world. In fact, fans of the genre were here from all over the world because this truly was a SPECIAL occasion! Michelle and Michael had spared no expense when they decided why not make a New Years Eve party in the Big Apple something REALLY special! It would be a party to
END all parties! Not only throw a party to match all parties, but have the catfight to end all catfights along with it!! It was only natural to have such an event at the Society Club in New York City. While there were imitators and duplicators, everyone knew about the REAL Society Club and how special its venue was in mid-town Manhattan.
It was the most secretive, exclusive and elite catfight club in the
WORLD! The women who regularly fought here were the elite members of the cat-fighting world, the best of the best! The prize money they earned as a result of putting their bodies on the line was beyond the comprehension of any other underground “club” or any Society club “wannabe”. The clientele who were in attendance and the club’s members were evidence of that.
As Michelle had explained it to Karen on her first trip to New York, no one was “invited” to join the Society. Michelle had asked Karen to come with her on her last trip to New York as Michelle’s guest. Fighters, who by virtue of their skill and ability, caught the attention of the Society, might be asked to come to New York and prove their worthiness for membership by fighting …either fighting a Society member…or fighting another candidate. If she won, she
might earn a place among the Society’s regular members, and a ticket to a very different and often very lucrative and affluent lifestyle.
One just had to only look around and see the effort that was made to make this party truly world class. One of the examples would be its trademark ice sculpture…that was something you would NEVER see on the Society page of the New York Times!
At the front of the room near the main entrance was a rather large ice sculpture of a LIFE SIZE woman. This was not just ANY ORDINARY woman…She was a very sexy attractive woman as evidenced by the sculpture…well endowed to say the least. The most interesting part of the sculpture was where her vagina was. It wasn't hard to find as Grey Goose vodka was shooting out of it and streaming down an icy waterfall, there to be gathered by a group of the sexiest bartenders ever assembled…for distribution in opulent long stemmed Swarovski crystal vases.
Society Cocktail parties were the “events of the year" and always proceed a fight as a way to help get the assembled membership and their guests really in the “mood” for the match. A Society Cocktail is famous for many reasons…one of which was its trademark ice sculpture that you can't miss as you enter the penthouse. The ice sculpture is certainly not something you see every day and not typical of the New York Times Society page fare.
The ice sculpture doubled as a liquor luge - so far, so good - but this one depicted an anatomically correct woman, naked and on all fours…back arched. In case you don't know how a liquor luge works, someone pours the booze into one end of the sculpture. As it works its way down the ice, a second person waits at the other end of the block with mouth agape, ready to drink it up. In this case, the liquor was poured into the icy woman's mouth and came out at the, uh…well…vagina.
That face you're making now, with your mouth open? That's just how people on the receiving end of the luge would look.I doubt a better flow had ever been seen…or tasted.BOTTOMS UP!...so to speak...
Yeah I know....the line is already forming to take a ride in the "luge down that course!"
And that...my friends...is what makes this country great!
For Karen, this was the chance she had been waiting for, for more reasons than one. She had worked too hard, waited too long for this chance. She was ready for the opportunity of a lifetime. She knew she
had had to be ready to enable her to achieve what had become an almost
obsession with her.
That “Obsession” was Heather.
Their rivalry in the underground cat-fighting world was the stuff of legends. Now Karen had a chance to make a very public statement…the most public statement possible. That statement would be that she would show…on that most public of cat-fighting venues available…what she felt she already knew. That was simply the
fact that her past victories over Heather were no fluke, and Heather wasn’t worthy of even setting foot through the door of the Society! She felt Heather wasn’t fit to carry out the garbage there…and in fact should be carried out as
PART of the garbage! The fight would be one for the ages and one that should keep the onlookers in person and on closed-circuit television on the edges of their seats. Karen expected a close, brutally fought encounter but at the end she would send Heather in tears back to Pittsburgh and as Karen called it, Heather’s proper place as “Queen of the Trailer Park.”
The intense hatred between these two combatants had become so intense that they often couldn’t be in the same room with each other!! This was vividly illustrated a few days before the main event, when both made their pre-fight visit to the Society facility in mid-town Manhattan to get a feel for the layout. As is often the case in life, strange things happen and in this case we had the strangest of all occurrences take place.
I’ll let Karen tell you what happened in her own words!
As is tradition, a limousine was dispatched to bring me over to the Society facility from her hotel room at the Ritz-Carleton in mid-town Manhattan. As the limo pulls up in front of the building, the driver gets out and comes around and opens my door. As I get out, the limo driver says, "Take the elevator all the way up to the top floor to the boardroom, the elevator will open right into the boardroom and go in and help yourself until everyone gets there. Michelle and Michael will be with you shortly so make yourself at home”At this point, for those not familiar with the Society, I should probably introduce Michelle and Michael, as if they needed an introduction. Michael heads up the Society Board and could be described as its Chairman. Michelle was Michael’s girlfriend and was mainly responsible for talent evaluation and marketing. She had become Michael’s “right hand” and loved putting together special events in New York. She was also in the middle of putting together a new Society Club in London. Michelle was also my best friend and I had known her a few years now. She often allowed me to stay with her and Michael on my frequent visits to New York.I wink at the driver as I leave the car...then give him a tip and thank him as my heels click and my dress sways, my breasts lightly bouncing with each step. I make my through the front door of the hotel and then head down a long hallway...noticing a dozen male eyes ogling me as I make my way to the elevator. As I make the corner to the elevators I see a busty blonde figure standing and waiting for the elevator. The realization finally hits me as I approach the elevator doors…that it’s that fucking BITCH…Heather!............OMG!!I shake my head as Heather turns, smirks and says,
"Well look who it is, the QUEEN OF ENGLAND herself!...except the Queen, even at her age looks a helluva lot better than YOU DO!...Hello Karen!...LONG TIME NO BEAT UP!"“How’s Tricks?”I bit my lower lip as the anger just boiled over inside of me at Heather’s words. I walked over and stood by her in front of the elevator door, tapping my heels to the music playing in the lobby, looking skyward, and struggling to ignore her and not make any eye contact…and shut out that irritating voice of hers from my ears. I was having a pretty good day until I heard that annoying voice of hers, that voice that was so close to sounding like fingernails SCRAPING down a chalkboard!!SCREEEECH!!!! GOD I HATE THAT cxnt!It was the voice of the BITCH of all BITCHES and THERE she was standing right next too me as we both waited on the elevator door to open. Heather was wearing a red dress, heels and trying to look better than the TRAILER TRASH BITCH and HOOKER that she was. As always, she was her running her mouth and I quietly rolled my eyes up and did my best to ignore her and not respond to her insults as I watched the lights showing the elevator moving down the floors one at a time… closer and closer to the lobby. I just stood there looking right at the elevator doors hoping they’d mercifully open soon and maybe…. just maybe…she somehow doesn’t get on, but I know that’s going to be too good to be true!OH PLEASE GOD...MAKE HER DISAPPEAR!!That incessant music kept playing in the entryway to the elevator and it continued when the door FINALLY…. MERCIFULLY…. OPENED! Unfortunately I have a sense Heather is going to get on so I consider letting her go first so I can extend my foot out and TRIP the bitch and watch her fall flat on her UGLY FUCKING FACE but that would be too easy and much too good to be true! I take a step forward into the elevator and as I do THAT CLUTZ Heather makes a quick step forward too and our shoulders BUMP HARD as we step in, the large metal doors closing behind them. It was almost like one of those old 3 Stooges movies as the door wasn’t open quite wide enough for us both! We both bumped shoulders and managed to squeeze between the closing elevator doors! After the “bump”, we turned to face each other, glaring as we almost simultaneously SHOVED EACH OTHER as we raised our extended arms, our open palms jamming each other in the chest! We both stumbled backwards and hit the opposite walls of the elevator as it began its ascent!"HEYY!!! GUUUHHH!!""FUUCCKKK!!! OOMMPPFF!!"I heard the ding of the bell for the elevator and just as soon as that bell goes off, it was like the signal for a fight to start!!...Two wild crazed!!…Hate-filled wildcats suddenly squaring off!! The doors finished closing behind us both on the elevator and it’s like a green light flashed for Heather as she swung her right arm up from her waist in a wide arc and sends her wide open right hand, palm flattened, up HARD against my left cheek with a VICIOUS SLAP! "WHAPP!!!""OOOWWWW!!"My head snaps to the side behind the force of the slap and my blonde hair flies as I grit my teeth, wincing, and my face red and contorted with anger as I scream out! I instinctively swung my own right arm up and around, my palm slapping into Heather’s left cheek HARD…the sting resonating throughout my hand and the numbness shooting up my arm!!"WHAP!!!""OOOWW!!""FUCKKK!!!"I glared at Heather and screamed,“YOU FUCKING TRAILER TRASH cxnt!” "What in the HELL are you doing here, and WHY are you dressed like you should be on the nearest corner MAKING A LIVING LIKE A FUCKING WHORE?”It’s at this point I…you’re esteemed author…will take back over describing this fiasco!
Both these she-cats glared at each other and both emitted a loud
hissing sound over their trembling lips, then a snarling sound as the screams and the insults soon followed! They could have filled a dictionary and created a new language with what they were calling each other! The two busty blondes moved in nose-to-nose as their faces grew redder with anger and the spittle flew from their shaking angry lips!
"Hsssssssssssss!""FUCKING BITCH!!!!"Heather glared at Karen and screamed,
"SHUT UP cxnt!! I was ASKED to come here and go straight to the boardroom! What did they ask you to come and do?...CARRY OUT THE FUCKING TRASH??“Are you applying for a housekeeping position…SKANK??"“That’s so FUCKING HILARIOUS!...Living like a PIG the way YOU DO!”“You’re certainly dressed for the part though!”The bad taste of Heather’s words lingered on Karen’s tongue and in her mouth. They stung and past words and insults that had passed between the two of them suddenly shot to the front of Karen’s mind. Listening to Heather now only made the bad taste in Karen’s mouth that much worse and she had finally reached a tipping point as she gritted her teeth so hard she felt they might shatter! Karen curled the fingers of her right hand tightly into her soft palm and SLAMMED her clenched right fist across Heather’s chin, the American blonde falling back against the wall of the elevator with a THUD, her head whiplashing back HARD and bouncing off the wall of the elevator!!
"OOWWW!! OOMMPFF!!!"Heather’s head twisted to the side with the force of the punch and her head bounced against the hard elevator wall!!
Heather shook her head a few times, blinking as she raised her left hand up and rubbed her chin, wincing and grimacing as glared at Karen with her blue eyes! She then suddenly came off the wall with both her hands curled into tight fists as she screamed out like a Banshee and lunged at Karen, her own right arm swinging up from her waist in a wide arc, her knuckles cracking into Karen’s jaw!!
"GGUUUHH!!"Karen’s torso twisted from the impact of Heather’s right fist and she fell back against the elevator door hard!! Both women then lunged at each other, both thrusting their arms up; their claws bared as they each grabbed handfuls of each other’s hair, the long silken strands wrapping around their fingers as they began to twist each other’s head from side to side like bobble head dolls!!
“GOD DAMN YOU FUCKING FAT COW!!!”“I’LL RIP THAT MOP YOU CALL HAIR OUT OF YOUR HEAD YOU FUCKING cxnt!”Karen had listened to that SKANK for a long time and if she let herself lose control of her thoughts, that result could still bring her down greatly. But she had learned, she had grown and she had trained for this moment. Her pure primal hatred for Heather was finally SET FREE from its “cage”. She had TRAINED ENOUGH, HARD ENOUGH, LONG ENOUGH, that she was absolutely certain after this fight, no one would EVER be talking about Heather ever again as any sort of a cat fighter!! She had been given a golden opportunity and it was now up to her to take advantage of it.
But she hadn’t planned on doing it in an elevator!Both women twisted each other’s head from side to side violently, slamming each other’s body from one elevator wall to another…screaming and cussing…spitting…kicking at each other’s ankles with their pointed heels!! Heather shoved Karen back in one corner of the elevator and drove her knee up HARD into Karen’s stomach!!
"OOMMPPFF!"Karen grunted out as the air flowed over her lips from her now oxygen deprived lungs!
Heather screamed out,
“GAWD with a FAT GUT like that I am shocked you EVEN FELT my knee…WHORE BAG!!”Karen doubled over, gritting her teeth through the pain…then she instinctively swung her right arm up in a wide arc and SLAMMED her right fist up into Heather’s ab...twisting her bare knuckles as the sunk deeply into Karen's not-so-ready abs!!
"OOMMPPFF!!!""GAWD!!"Heather then felt the same pain in her midsection that Karen was feeling in hers as she grunted out LOUDLY!! Both women paused a moment in the corner of the elevator, each with a hand WRAPPED TIGHTLY in the other’s hair, then each began swinging her free hand at the other woman’s abs and breasts...each still cussing and screaming...SHRIEKING OUT!!
First their fists...and then their claws found their way against each other's chests!!...the distinctive RIP as fabric was torn down the front of each other's dresses!!
Suddenly there was a loud “DING” and the elevator doors suddenly opened to the boardroom. Standing there waiting were Michelle and Michael, their jaws dropping as the opening elevator doors revealed the two hated rivals struggling against the back wall, their hands in each other’s hair, hands clawing at each other’s breasts and tearing down the front of their expensive stylish dresses!!!
Michelle screamed out,
"WHAT THE FUCK!!!"Michael’s eyes bugged out as he screamed out,
"HOLY SHIT!"Michelle quickly stepped in and grabbed Heather while Michael moved quickly and took ahold of Karen’s shoulders as they both struggled to pull the two screaming wildcats apart, all the while the two hated rivals continued to yell, spit, cuss and CLAW at each other!! They finally pulled them both into the boardroom and separated them, the elevator door closing behind them, as Michelle turned and looked in red-faced anger at both of the half-crazed blondes! Michelle shoved Heather into a chair and Michael did the same with Karen. As Heather tried to get back up from the chair, Michelle forcefully SHOVED her back in the chair, her palms jamming into Heather’s chest! Michelle then raised her right arm, pointing her right forefinger in Heather’s face and speaking angrily!
“Sit DOWN Heather…and DO NOT GET UP!” Michelle turned to each and glared at both a few times before speaking in a loud, shaking angry voice, her lower lip trembling,
“YOU STUPID AHOLES!!!”“You can’t even WAIT until the REAL FIGHT STARTS...You pull this FUCKING SHIT?””YOU WANT TO BLOW THE WHOLE THING?...FUCK UP ALL THE WORK WE HAVE GONE TO FOR YOU BOTH?”Michelle looked into each of the women’s eyes; her head switching back and forth between the two as she began to calmly speak,
“If we see any more of this CRAP…. I’ll CANCEL THE FIGHT!”“IS THAT CLEAR?”“HUH?”“AM I GETTING THROUGH TO YOU TWO?”Michelle stopped a moment…and took a long…slow…deep breath…
“Look…You all can fight in a God Damn alley for all I care!!””But you will NOT FUCK UP what Michael and I have put together!”Both looked at Michelle with startled looks.
She then looked at Heather first,
“Heather, I want your WORD there will be NO MORE OF THIS SHIT UNTIL THE FIGHT?”Heather nodded up and down as she bit her lower lip, her face then turning away.
“SAY YOU PROMISE ME HEATHER!”Heather then turned her head and her gaze met Michelle’s,
“But Chelley…SHE started it when we got on the fucking elevator and……”Michelle then glared at Heather as their eyes met, her voice rising as she leaned down, her face inches from Heather’s,
“HEATHER!...PROMISE ME!”Heather looked up at Michelle and slowly nodded her head up and down affirmatively, murmuring in a low raspy voice,
“I promise Chelley…and I’m sorry”
Michelle then turned and looked down at Karen,
“Karen…Do I have your WORD?”Karen’s gaze met Michelle’s and she shook her head affirmatively and whispered,
“Yeah Chelley…I promise…I really do”Michelle then looked at Michael and he nodded as she began to speak,
“Save that energy for the fight!...OK?”“Now lets get you two cleaned up a bit so we can go over the final details”DING DING!All I have to say is it beats the HELL out of old fashioned elevator music!
So much for the preliminary bout…
Now for the MAIN EVENT!Let’s SEGUE back to THE Society Cocktail Party…
Karen caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror that made up most of one wall. At five feet eight, she was almost as tall as any of the women in the room, and her four-inch heels elevated her even further. Her golden blonde hair, styled to dangle over her toned bare shoulders, made her stand out among the flock of blondes and the few scattered brunettes mingling about the room
She winced a little as she turned in front of the mirrored wall to admire herself and her body, her breasts still in pain from the brief clawing she took at the hands of Heather in the elevator yesterday.
Karen had also decided to make a fashion statement tonight, as was not atypical of her. With the help of her close friend and confidant, Michelle, she chose a short “Little Black Dress” to be her “weapon of choice”. Long gowns and cocktail dresses were the “uniform” for most of the women here, and Karen decided she would break out a weapon of mass destruction. The LBD clung closely to her slender voluptuous figure like a second skin figure, hugging every curve and nuance of her gorgeous body. The dress clung to the taut hard abs of her belly, while it also showed off her toned arms and shoulders, the sinewy muscle development. The “Little Black Dress” (although there was not much “little” about it except the hemline) had a beautifully designed plunging neckline that showed off Karen’s ample cleavage and the almost perfect shape of her voluptuous breasts. The dress was designed to leave most of her lean, toned calves exposed down through her ankles converging to her shiny strapless patent leather heels.
Most of the eyes in the room tonight were on Karen and she knew it and that was just how she liked it. She was used to being the center of attention because of her looks. She fed off a crowd and the more supporters she had in her corner, she figured the better she would perform, she wanted that energy on her side.
She had gotten many looks since she had arrived, and rightfully so, the vast majority admiring and even lustful. Karen reveled in the attention she was receiving because of her almost “super-model” looks and she was quite used to it. She smiled to herself. Standing out from the crowd, making herself noticed, was what she did, what she wanted to do, what she craved and lived for!
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The veteran members of the Society knew her now from her previous visits as Michelle’s guest and would stop buy and offer their best wishes. She was a crowd favorite almost immediately as she was the overtly sociable type and delighted in the attention she was receiving. Truth be known, it was her drug, her “cocaine” and she was totally and hopelessly addicted to it!
Michelle walked up behind her, tapped her on the shoulder and handed her the glimmering crystalline flute of champagne and smiled into her eyes. Michelle and Karen were close friends and at one time had a serious relationship before an amicable break-up some months back, although some doubted they had really actually broke up. It was Michelle who introduced Karen to the Society and whose efforts were in many ways the reason for this event finally coming to fruition. This had the potential to be the biggest cat-fighting event ever held by the Society and Michelle, always the marketer, was well versed in the possibilities of such opportunities.
As she handed Karen the glass she leaned in, kissed her on the cheek and whispered in her ear,
“Can’t believe it can you?”“I told you it would happen in time” “Would have been nice to have this in London but who knows, this may be the event to kick start the London operation I have long desired”“I’m glad we were able to have it here what with the remodeling going on at the penthouse” “This is a great spot and I hope it meets with your approval” “The members seem to really like it”Karen smiled and took Michelle’s hand and squeezed it, leaning in and whispering over the din of those present,
“I’m blown away by everything, it’s amazing!” “I owe you and Michael a debt of gratitude for putting this together”Michelle smiled and whispered back,
“Oh you made it happen really, your hard work and persistence paid off and Michael and I are just happy to be facilitators” “It’s now up to you…and Heather of course” “If you perform as well against Heather as you did when I came over to London and you and I fought, you’ll do just fine”Karen frowned at the mere mention of Heather’s name and Michelle could see that look of disdain and disgust on Karen’s face.
Then Karen raised an eyebrow at Michelle and whispered,
“But you BEAT me then Chelley!”Michelle laughed and said,
“Yeah, but it was close!”“Besides, save that anger for the fight, let it MOTIVATE you and DRIVE you”“Show these people who you are and why you’re the unstoppable force”We'll see if Heather is the "immovable object"!“I have to go greet some more members I see have arrived, so relax, get ready and show them why they all are so lucky to be here to see you.”“I also haven’t seen Heather yet and I need to keep a lookout for her”I have to keep you too apart!...Michelle giggled...
Karen thought to herself that being here tonight seemed almost unthinkable to her after the years of fighting in the underground clubs and backyards and garages, makeshift rings. All of the “garden spots” through which Karen had slowly had fought her way up the ranks of the supposedly more skilled cat fighters, making a name for herself, especially in the UK and Europe. When she had first started fighting as an amateur and even later as a professional, she had never even heard of the Society, though there were the constant rumors of its existence. She had been completely dumbfounded when Michelle told her of her involvement with the Society and how this might be a great time for Karen to advance to the “next level”. Michelle was the marketing whiz behind the Society and was also the matchmaker as she and her boyfriend and business partner Michael were masters at evaluating talent and putting events together for the elite Society membership. Events like this one tonight said the magic words to them,
CA CHING!!Karen walked around mingled with as many of the assembled throng as she could. She was in her element and she knew the value of socializing at these events and what benefits it could bring her. She felt a familiar uneasiness in her stomach, a familiar fluttering in her belly, that same sensation that she got inside of her before every fight. But it was nothing new for her. It told her she was on edge, maybe even a little nervous. It also told her she was mentally “into” the fight and that she was tanned, rested and ready. Although London was home, she always felt at home in New York. She knew the city well from the times she had visited Michelle on a number of trips. Michelle and Michael saw to it that both fighters felt welcome and at home. They went the extra mile to see that even they’re smallest of needs were met. They had resolved that the more relaxed and at home the women felt, the more focused they could be on their ultimate performance.
Karen was rapidly becoming a favorite of the Society membership as she had a flair and a style all her own. Her flair for fashion certainly didn’t hurt, as did her charm and that face and smile that was irresistible. She was not only drop dead gorgeous but she was very outgoing and friendly, which played well to the crowd. Karen had grown up with wealth and she had been given all the benefits in life that most people only dream of.
She was sophisticated, educated and her mannerisms were very engaging. She was everything Heather simply wasn’t.She had reasons to want this fight very badly too. She had heard the rumors; the whispers that maybe she “got lucky” and she couldn’t in a million years beat Heather again. She was determined to put those thoughts to bed forever. She was determined to show once and for all that she was the best and no “Trailer Trash Queen” from Pittsburg was going to take what Karen had earned. She would fight tonight and no matter how many times she fought, that tiny hint of apprehension was always there in spite of her outer exhibited confidence. She welcomed it though. She was a veteran and she knew any little edge that kept her head “in the game” and kept her from being over-confident would only help her in the end. Even the best and most experienced fighters such as Karen could have an off night. She knew she COULDN’T let her guard down and no matter how much she hated Heather, she worked under the assumption that Heather could beat her if Karen wasn’t on her “A” game. A bad night in a Society fight, because of the high level of competition, could REALLY be a bad night if one wasn’t careful. A career could be set back a year or more because of a bad performance so the stakes tonight were very high.
She lifted an arm up to straighten the thin strap of her black silk Katie Ermilio black dress as she stood among a small group of party guests. She feigned interest in the conversation between an American hedge fund vice president and a British risk analysis manager regarding their latest M&A success. A French IMF bank officer stood by Karen’s side and his eyes couldn’t stop diverting to the deeply plunging neckline of Karen’s designer evening gown and the display of ample cleavage. His left hand was continually gliding up and down her right arm. He would occasionally whisper something in her ear and she would force a smile and let her eyes meet his for a brief instant, then turn away, her dark eyes rolling with both an almost disgusted and amused look. Most who noticed the scene probably were assuming he was laying the groundwork to try and charm her into bed later. The truth was, Karen was likely more interested in his younger red-haired supermodel-type wife. Such are the goings on at a Society cocktail party. Sometimes the drama and intrigue at the party can exceed that in the fight. She listened politely to the banker but she couldn’t help but let her eyes survey the room.
The floor-to-ceiling windows that covered three of the walls reflected her image back to her. She smiled secretly, pleased with what she saw. Her blonde hair was loose and fell across her bare shoulders, framing her flawlessly made-up face. Her arms and shoulders were muscular and toned though feminine, a testament to her rigorous workout regime. The Little Black Dress hugged her full bosom, her narrow waist and the seductive curvature of her full hips. It was slit almost to the hip on the left side, revealing the full expanse of one shapely but powerful, toned thigh. The well-conditioned muscles were clearly displayed when she walked and she was truly a vision. She had foregone any jewelry tonight, letting the unadorned elegance of her dress send its message…simple, direct and purposeful.
As Karen looked around the room while feigning interest in what the banker was whispering into her ear, her eyes caught sight of the one woman who could ruin what could be the greatest night of her life…Heather!
Heather must have felt the warmth of Karen’s glare as she turned and their eyes met and their gazes just locked immediately with laser-like intensity. As much venom and hate that had passed between the two of them over the years…there had always been a bit of a strange attraction between Karen and Heather...and most of it was sexual. As Heather looked around the room…there was one moment…one woman, actually at the party… who made all of it worthwhile ... just the way she looked at Karen, across the room. An expression of unbridled awe…seasoned with a teaspoon of envy…a half a cup of pure unadulterated LUST…a dash of jealousy!
It was exactly the way you WANT another women to look at you when you've put this much trouble into your appearance…Your work and conditioning. Many of the other women all just looked away…acting like they were “something” better, except for a few that openly sneered at her…always out of shear jealousy…but that was to be expected. Heather didn't really mind at all. The men ogled, as men can only do…as men just CAN’T help themselves…a little different than men did all the time, regardless where she was or what she happened to be wearing. So Heather had expected that, too. Half of the men, as they ogled, looked stupefied. The other half ogled with expressions of dark calculation and unbridled desire. Again, this was all pretty fucking typical.
But the looks Heather and Karen exchanged were completely different…and SPECIAL…
Heather couldn’t be any MORE different than Karen. Heather was basically “blue collar” to Karen’s “trust fund” woman. To look at Heather you wouldn’t have known they grew up world’s apart. Heather was also blonde and about Karen’s height. She didn’t quite have that “aura” Karen had but she certainly had every bit the rockin bod! Heather was about 5'8" and 135/140lbs 30yo...36DD-25-36, and it was all put together in one very solid package. Heather was a striking beauty in her own right with classic features and a body built for sex…and for cat fighting. She was not accustomed to being ignored and seeing all the attention Karen was getting from various members was grating on her already frayed nerves. Heather had a reputation as a cat fighter who took NO prisoners…and she never backed away from a challenge. She would do what it took to win a fight, as her skills were many and varied. She was as good with her bare fists as she was with her nails and she planned on using both against her hated rival …Karen! Heather was from a blue-collar suburb outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and had built a reputation fighting in underground clubs. She made no secret of her hatred for the blonde from London…who seemed to look down on Heather from the first time they met. Heather was usually able to keep her quite active temper under control but she was really struggling with that effort tonight…and it seemed she was “losing” that battle.
As Heather stood casually at the bar, sipping on her champagne, Michelle came up by her side and leaned in, kissing her on the cheek. Heather feigned a smile and didn’t turn and look at Michelle. It was obvious her laser-like focus was trained on Karen and Michelle was quick to pick up on that. She leaned in and whispered in Heather’s ear…
“I’d save that anger for the fight…it’s wasted in here right now”
She worked hard at it but sometimes it took control of her despite her best efforts to keep it from controlling her and her actions and emotions.
"Oh Puhleeeze!"
Heather cackled with a disgusted sigh.
"She's just another annoying boring…snobby Limey bitch who thinks her tits are the Crown Jewels and feels compelled to shove them in everyone's face."
In spite of Michelle’s efforts to calm her, Heather continued to fume and bitch about Heather. Heather was not a woman to be sneered at or to be taken lightly by another rival female. Nothing…in fact…made her angrier. She was a force to be reckoned with on every level one could possibly imagine.
Heather turned and looked Michelle in the eyes and smiled..
You know Chelley…I have had this dream for a long time regarding how I’d “take care” of Karen…
I dreamed we'd meet in some high priced luxury penthouse suite…much like where we are tonight…maybe we’d be in long flowing low cut gowns and high heels with garter belts and stockings and sheer panties. We would start off by sizing each other up visually…our eyes seething with hate as we would begin circling around each other in silence… looking for an opening as we felt out hearts pounding…our eyes appraising one another while occasionally thrusting out our breasts to prove who was bigger…fuller…more PERFECT.
We might even raise the hems of our gowns to show each other where we were going to shove our tongues after we had BEAT THE OTHER senseless! Then the catty taunting… the dirty…filthy…name calling, and threats would begin. We'd flex our claws and bare our teeth to show one another all the weapons we had to win a cat fight…all of our nasty weapons. Eventually one of us would break down and give in to the anger…the hate…the rage and SLAP the shit out of the other… who would respond with all her anger and rage and return the SLAP! The fight would immediately escalate to each of us trying to pull each strand of hair from the other’s head! Next would come the inevitable face punching… scratching…clawing…clothes ripping…some serious breast mauling…all the carnage that we'd invoke on each to inflict pain and win. From there the fight would just degenerate to more sordid levels of dirty violence and perversion! Eventually we'd both be writhing around on the floor or on the bed; locked in a bloody…sweaty…erotic embrace! We’d go at it until one of us lost all will to fight…to go on.
"You can certainly paint an vivid…colorful…interesting picture," Michelle said, shaking her head…biting her lower lip
"And it's all FUCKING true…and you know it!" Heather continued. "Fighting Heather here…in front of all these people…in this setting… brings out the brutal…violent sadistic side most women like us keep hidden away…locked in those deeply secured of places where only we can go.
"I plan to fuck that bitch up beyond all recognition! She will feel all the fucking anger that I have built up inside of me all these years, and then some!" Heather said through her tightly clenched teeth and narrowed eyes...giving out a look that made Michelle's shiver for a moment.
Michelle smiled,
“Gee Heather…I wasn’t aware you liked her so much”
Heather turned and gave Michelle one of those “looks”…Michelle grinned and responded…
“You forget Heather…I HAVE seen that side of you”
Heather finally broke into a smile at Michelle’s words…
Heather had resolved that by the end of this evening, she would be doing the looking down…. preferably at Karen’s prone…beaten body!
They had a number of fights over the years and this one tonight would be the climax of a long and bitter rivalry. Heather matched Karen’s allure with a red gown that was cut low in the front and left little to the imagination as to the main “assets” Karen was exhibiting tonight.
The banker’s tale was interrupted by the delicate but insistent,
“CLINK! CLINK!” …Of a spoon tapping against the stem of a crystalline fluted glass, the sound of which rang out through the room. All heads turned toward a man who stood behind a long table in front of the windows at one end, backed by the impressive vista of downtown Manhattan. Tall, dark-haired and bearing a passing resemblance to a younger George Clooney, he was dressed in khaki pants and a blue sports jacket over an open necked white shirt. Karen knew him only as Michael, the owner of the original apartment, and the co-host of these parties and a Chairman of the Society’s “Committee”. She noted as he began to speak that Michelle stood by his side and clutched his left arm. Michelle glanced over at Karen and winked, then leaned in and whispered something in Michael’s ear. Michael turned and looked into Michelle large dark brown eyes and grinned before they exchanged a brief kiss and he began to speak,
“Ladies and Gentlemen!”His voice did not seem overly raised yet it carried effortlessly across the broad space of the wide room,
“It’s time for us to begin with the festivities that we all REALLY came here to witness.” “Oh…and by the way, please feel free to put money in the tip jar at the door and at the bar if you enjoyed OUR free food and OUR free booze” “Michelle says she needs some more free cash to finish opening up our new club in London!”“She also needs a few NEW OUTFITS so could you all help a poor guy out…PLEASE?”The assembled throng burst into laughter upon hearing Michael’s words as he shot a quick glance over at Michelle. THEY both smiled at each other as Michelle just shook her head and placed her hands on her hips…feigning righteous indignation…
“JUST KIDDING FOLKS”Michelle’s eyes rolled skyward and she smiled broadly as another burst of laughter filled the expanse of the room. The assembled throng then slowly seemed to grow quieter and Karen could feel the tension building in the air. Her own butterflies ramped up their buzzing in her tummy. Michael continued with his introductions,
“We have a special event tonight as you all know…an event that has been a LONG time coming! It’s an event that only “The Society” could host and do it justice! “Let’s not waste any more time and introduce the two women who have compelled us to be here tonight!”TO BE CONTINUED - Part 2 coming very soon...as in tomorrow
