Thinking back on my assorted poll fights and wars, and the various whores I had to deal with, I was always reassured by my avid fan Rikki that my all out fights with these bitches were the sexiest thing possible. He made me feel special, and all the assorted nastiness worthwhile, with his frank and honest and unique admiration. How did that make me feel when I realized that he said the same things to this billowing Scottish tramp Nancy? I of course let her know that she was poaching on my property (we’ re both happily married to others, but I claimed Rikki first!). After letting her know her place in the scheme of things, I felt a bit better, until the bitch started mouthing off, and hinting, and then saying how she could flatten my breasts and spank my bottom and such.
Not being one to stand for such impudence, I smugly let her know that anytime she wants to be shown up as the mouthy tart she is in front of Rikki, and his friends, I would be thrilled to do it. Well of course, we are an ocean apart, but the Caribbean Islands and jets somehow allowed a resort setting for settling accounts. It was also explainable to our respective men folk that this was a woman’s getaway.
So here I am, rumbling towards a date with this brunette foe, at a Bayfront cabana, small gated place with the silly tikki torches, and a special meeting with our admirer Rikki. I tingle at how daring this is, and especially how satisfying it will all be. Wondering who might be watching, knowing that we agreed to a bra and panties type match, hose and garters, but skeptical that the place is big enough to hold our scrap inside with the air conditioning. Even though used to hot and muggy East Coast Summers, it is hot down here. Well at least that Scot will have extra frizzy hair and will be dripping!
Perking up, as I am greeted by Rikki, with a very gallant peck on the cheek, both knowing that more awaits after the win, I inquire as to where SHE is. “Not here yet, but you can freshen up and get ready for the festivities”. So even as I hear clattering and chattering, I adjust hair, touch up make up, spritz perfume, and make myself ready to duel. We had agreed on nothing brutal, a mean catty fight till satisfaction is achieved. Changing my mind as to attire, my white bikini will be perfect to thrash this Nancy character, as I adjust straps and make everything fit just so, and stroll out to the ‘arena’.
