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General Category => Catfight , Boxing & Wrestling Stories => Catfighting => Topic started by: sinclairfan on February 04, 2021, 10:54:27 PM
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Setting: Jacksonville, Florida; a master-planned community approximately 60% complete
The women:
Emily, 48, divorced, tall blonde and athletic, set to move in later this year next to:
Denise, 39, married, also a tall athletic blonde, who recently moved in with her 57 year old husband when he retired from a successful business career.
<<<<Emily is inspecting the worksite of her nearly-finished home. Denise notices her outside, and rushes out to greet her soon-to-be neighbor.>>>>
D: HelloHelloHello!!!! Emily, is it? I heard my husband was home one day a few weeks ago, but I must have been out! I'm so glad to get to meet you!! I'm Denise!!! <<<<<offers her hand, but Emily refuses it. No problem, thinks Denise. It is kinda gross to shake hands during Covid.>>>>
E: Oh, hello. Is .... is your husband home?
D: No, he's out golfing. He has a membership at the club.
E: Shit. <<<<Why is she cussing in front of me?, wonders Denise. We just met.>>>> I knew I should have come after lunch.
D: Yes, on days he golfs, he heads out first thing.
E: <<<<Somewhat abruptly>>>> I know that. I know that already.
D: <<<<Trying to engage>>>> Yes. Oh, that's right. He said .... when he and I talked about him meeting you ..... that you golf. That you were thinking of joining the golf club. That that was one reason you chose to live here.
E: Well, close. It's why I looked here. I chose here, when I finally decided to but, for other reasons.
D: Oh?..... Such as?
E: Oh, the privacy. Where I'm from in the Midwest, everyone is always up in everyone else's business. I guess I just got sick of it. 'Specially after my divorce.
D: Oh? Divorced? My husband .... didn't mention that part. He implied you were single .... 48 and .... single.
E: <<<<accusingly>>>> In other words .... a dyke??
D: He didn't say that .... and I'm sure he wasn't thinking it.
E: I didn't mean HIM .... Denise. <<<<sighs>>>>>
D: <<<<crossing arms>>>> OK, Emily, I know building a new place and moving is stressful, so I'm gonna cut ya some slack here. How's about.... can we exchange cell numbers?? I can give you updates on how your place is coming along?? Keep an eye out for suspicious-looking contractors?
E: Nah ..... I already have your husband's cell. And he has mine.
D: Oh??? So .... you'll reach each other in the future.
E: Whatever.
D: Excuse me? <<<air quotes>>>> 'Whatever?'
E: Oh, he and I have already been texting about the place. And .... other things.
D: Ok, bitch. Let's cut the crap. Are you fucking for real.
E: <<<<smirks>>>> I'm for real, honey. Buckle up. You and I are gonna have a bumpy ride.
To be continued......
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Community Yoga Class
<<<<At the conclusion of class, the attractive redhead instructor Vicky asks Denise if she can stay 5 minutes late for a private chat.>>>>
V: Thank you for staying behind, Denise. Did you have a good class today?
D: Great as usual, Vick, you're the best. This class is one of the highlights of my week. I love being able to get together with other members of the community.
V: Thank you for the kind words. And actually, that's part of why I asked you to stay behind. I instruct here, rather than some places in town where I could make more money, for exactly that reason--the community. .... The WHOLE community.
D: I agree ..... But what if I'm missing?? What does that have to do with me??
V: Well .... sorry, this is even more awkward than I was anticipating .... there's a woman moving in here in a few weeks .... her name is Emily ....
D: <<<<rolls eyes>>>> oh, gheesh ....
V: See, now ..... that's exactly what I'm talking about ..... Denise, Emily said she overheard you might want to .... and I quote .... <<<<air quotes>>>> "go toe to toe with her" .... because you .... mistakenly .... thought she was ..... LGBTQ. ... or, as you more artlessly put it .... a 'dyke'.
D: <<<<dismissively>>>> .... WHAT?!?@?@??? SHE said that??? .... What a LOAD OF CRAP ???? .... Why would I give a fuck if she's LGBT???? .... or about her at all???
V: Emily seemed to think you did it because some texting .... about moving-in details ..... which had been occurring between herself and your husband .... that you were jealous???
D: Ok ..... ok ... time out .... TIME OUT ..... I first MET this broad .... ahem, this woman ..... Emily .... yesterday ..... I BARELY knew she even EXISTED .... prior to that .... ok Vicky? .... BARELY KNEW SHE EXISTED ..... now, I was going to give her the benefit of the doubt about a run-in she and I had yesterday .... that maybe she was having a bad day ....
V: You and Emily had a run-in??? So, you do want "to go toe to toe" with her??
D: No .... I mean, yes I will if I have to ....and you can tell her that .... especially if she texts with my husband ....
V: <<<holds up palms>>> Denise, Denise. I've heard enough. If you and her decide to fight, then ... just ... please .... please don't bring LGBT intolerance into this .... ok?
D: But she's not even LBBT!!!!
V: That wasn't my point, Denise. Please leave.
To be continued....
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4 weeks later.
<<<<Emily's house is nearing completion. Denise has found out, thru Emily's real estate agent, that Emily is due to arrive for a final walk-through Monday at 10am. Denise makes plans to catch Emily alone either just before or just after the walk thru, to try and see if she can repair the relationship with her soon to be neighbor.>>>>
<<<Her plan works as envisioned, as Denise has arrived early. The front door is open from some painters doing some last minute touchups. Emily is in the furniture-less living room wearing a golf skirt and jersey. Denise, wearing jean shorts and halter top, approaches her, knocking on the living room wall to let Emily know she has company. Emily turns slightly to acknowledge Denise's presence, but does not look her neighbor in the eye.>>>>
<<<<Instead, Emily dials a number on her cellphone. Emily has the phone on speaker, so Denise can hear a real estate agent answer, and Emily asking the agent, "Sorry for the short notice, but can we possibly delay the walk thru an hour? I had a pain in the ass ... situation ... come up that I need to deal with." The real estate agent asks, "Oh?? No trouble, Emily, I hope?". "No trouble. Just some.... pre-closing ... difficulties which I need to handle. Thanks. Siya in an hour." >>>>>
<<<<Denise was planning her her greeting to Emily to be pleasant, hoping to repair the mutual trust which was damaged during their encounter 4 weeks ago. But she's perturbed by the phone conversation she has just semi-eavesdropped on.>>>>
D: So .... I'm a <<<air quotes>>> "pain in the ass" now?? I just came over to see how everything is going.
E: <<<<making eye contact with Denise for the first time, angrily>>>>
It's going sucky, Denise. Ever since you cut off contact between your husband and me. Besides my agent, he's the only person in Jacksonvillrme who I know. <<<<saracastically>>>> Thanks a lot. I hope YOU never need to build a new house ALONE.
D: I offered to provide any help you'd like. AND ..... moreover .... I'm happy for my husband to help you. Just not BEHIND MY BACK. Which is EXACTLY what was happening before. Understand the difference, Emily??
<<<<Emily closes the distance between herself and Denise to just 4 feet. Why is she approaching me, thinks Denise, as their words are quite audible in the unfurnished new home.>>>>
E: In fact, I don't understand, Denise. Why are you so fucking insecure in your goddammed fucking marriage???
D: Emily, I can take just about any TONE you choose to take with me. But if you and I are gonna talk this out, you're going to need to dial back the profanity about ninety percent. I don't care for it.
E: <<<<removes her shoes,, drops her cellphone,, steps forward and gets in Denise's face>>>> Oh, you don't profanity?? .... Bitch??
D: Say that again, and you and I have a problem.
E: I said .. What's your fucking problem with profanity, bitch??
D: <<<<removes her flip flops>>>>
To be continued.....
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Emily and Denise's living room comfrontation
<<<<Denise reaches up her right hand to slap Emily on the face, but Emily anticipates her enemy's arm movement and grabs Denise by the wrist, first with her left hand, then with both. Emily lifts Denise's right arm at the wrist, and pushes it against the living room wall. Denise foolishly tries to free her wrist, in so doing putting tension into her own right arm and giving Emily leverage over Denise's entire upper body. Denise belatedly realizes that Emily has rudimentary training, and intermediate experience, in self-defense and/or security. Emily digs her nails into Denise's wrists, thus mixing catfighting tactics into her toxic brew.>>>>>
E: You wanna go with me, bitch ... huh??? ..... huh???? ..... you wanna go????
D: What the holy FUCK, Emily??? What's WITH you??? .... What crawled up your ass and fucking died????
E: I thought you didn't like profanity bitch. Why the cussing????
<<<<Denise has freed herself from being pinned against the living room wall. The two women are struggling towards the center of the unfinished room. Each grabs the others' hair, for leverage, with a free hand.>>>>
D: You think you can take me, bitch??? ..... You think you would WIN????
E: I KNOW so, bitch ..... I'd wipe the floor with your sorry ass.
<<<<Both women are now breathing heavily. They are fight-waltzing the length and breadth of the living room.>>>>>
D: You come over hear looking for a fight, dumb bitch, and are surprised when one starts???
E: Who's in the fight top and fight pants, dumb bitch?? In MY house??
D: I came over here..... <<<<both women grunt>>> ..... to find out why you .... hate me so much .... without knowing me.
E: You wanna know, bitch???? ..... you REALLY wanna know???
<<<<Both women are sweating thru their tops, their nails filling with blonde hair.>>>>>
D: Yes .... TELL ME!!!!!
E: Because .... I .... want .... to .... fuck your husband.
<<<<Denise sees red.>>>>
D: You .... stay the fuck away .... from him.
E: Fucking make me, sweetie.
To be continued......
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Just as Denise wriggled her right wrist free from Emily's vice-like grip, the two women were interrupted by the loud sound of a lawnmower and landscaping equipment in the backyard. The unfinished house was bare of any shades or window coverings of any sort, so anyone in the side- and backyard had an unobstructed view to the interior of the structure, the occupants inside, and what those occupants were doing.
Both women blushed in horror that they had come within mere fractions of a second in engaging in a full-on catfight war with an audience of 5 or 6 landscapers, whe were giving side glances to the two attractive blondes inside, no doubt wondering what the purpose of their meeting was. The posture of both women were of a puppy caught in the act of doing something not allowed.
Both inhaled deeply; to suppress the adrenaline pounding through their veins at Niagara Falls-level volumes, but also to give a nonchalant air to the atmosphere of the room, so as to lose the annoying stare of the landscapers.
Both are shaking uncontrollably, and simultaneously stroll to opposite ends of the unfurnished living room. Their voices are shaking, but they are unable to stay silent longer.
D: Be honest with me, bitch, 'cuz I'm gonna find out the truth eventually--how far have you gotten with him?
E: We haven't done it yet. Not phone sex either. But sexting, yes.
D: How long did it take to go from exchanging numbers to sexting?
<<<<The lawnmowers continue loudly in the background.>>>>
E: You're just trying to make it seem .... meaningless. I assure you it's not. It's sex .... but meaningful sex.
D: Answer the damn question, slut.
E: Not long. Three weeks, I'd say. One liners, double entendres at first. Then more .... developed ideas.
D: Did you send him .... tit picks of yourself?
E: Is that what you do when YOU cheat?? Denise?
D: I don't cheat.
E: Bullshit.
D: So ..... you sent him tit picks?
E: If you want to see my tits .... just ask, sweetie.
D: I don't want to see them. I want to shove one down your throat and the other up your ass.
E: You're not bad ass enough.
D: Ya know what?? Normally, I'm not. But you're such a bold, forward, homewrecking slut about it ... someone needs to do it to you. I'm game.
E: I'll win when we fight.
D: You'll be eating cream corn in the Emergency Room.
E: Well, well .... what fun it'll be to find out who's right.
To be continued.....
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The landscapers, possibly malingering due to two attractive blonde women being present inside the house they were tending to, took a full hour to complete taking care of the yard. (The hour was torturous for Emily and Denise, anxious to carry thru on the bitter catfight they both now knew to be inevitable.) By the time they were finished packing their equipment and departed, Emily's real estate agent had arrived to do the walkthru with her. Denise anticlimactically departed, "all dressed up with no where to go", with no definite time or date being set for her showdown with her rival.
"A rival," mused Denise. "Do I, at my age, actually have a fucking rival?? This tramp is actually going to try and steal my husband??? And not even a younger woman??? A fucking older ..... divorced .... tramp, is trying to steal my man??This is actually really happening??? She and I are actually about to catfight for him?? For .... mating rates?? Is this high school all over again???"
Denise couldn't face going home alone. She drove to the community workout room, knowing Vickie's class would be getting out. Denise evil-eyed away some older women trying to make small-talk with Vickie, and showed by her body language that she needed some "private time" with the pretty instructor.
> Denise, what is it?? You look frazzled!
> Vickie, thank God, SOS. The .... weirdest thing just happened.
> What? What happened??
> Emily and I! We were alone ...
> Oh, no. Why were you alone with her .
> To apologize. If I had offended her. To explain that she can talk to my husband, even play golf with him.
> And? How did it go?
> Terrible!!! We .... fought .... verbally first. Then we were pulling hair.
> And? And then what happened?? Who won??
> Then.... we weren't alone anymore. First the landscapers came. Then her real estate agent!
> So .... lemme get this straight ..... you started a catfight? But didn't finish??
> I know?!? It sucks!!!... it sucks!!!
> AND? ..... how do you feel now?
> Well?? You know!
> Horny?
> Horny .... AS .... FUCK.
> I'm... kinda horny too. Did she say why she wants to fight you??
> She says .... She wants to fuck my husband.
> Ok.... so you're obviously fighting her soon.
> Obviously.
> OK..... Denise .... you need to kiss me now.
<<<<The two women sink their nails into each others' hair and begin tongue kissing deeply. Vickie pulls Denise into her tiny office. The women desperately tongue kiss for 20 minutes.>>>>
> Can I watch the fight??
> No promises.
To be continued.....
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So is Vicki a secret allie of the bitch Emily? In the beginning she hure had decided Denise was in the wrong though it was less than a day since the first meeting, so the only source possible was Emily.
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If it is a classic Sinclairfan plot there is a twist in here somewhere. If not a Vicky /Emily affair, perhaps Emily knew the hubby before.....previous business associates. Maybe Emily knew the hubby, he is well off or loaded and she has stalked the couple to Fla. to stake her claim on hubby's cock.....and his stock portfolio.
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Text conversation between Denise and her husband, 4 days after Emily and Denise's confrontation and aborted catfight in Emily's near-complete house:
Her> Hey, you're normally back from golf by now. Are we doing lunch??
Him> Was just about to text you. I'm playing 36 today. Go ahead without me.
Her> Oh. Who's in the foursome?
Him> This morning was the usual. Playing 18 with Emily this afternoon.
Her> Oh. Is she there with you now?
Him> We're in the clubhouse getting ready. I have to run to the rest room, I'll put her on.
Her> Oh. Emily?
Him> Hello Denise. This afternoon I'm going to hit a ball in the woods, look for it behind a tree, and let him fuck me from behind.
Her> Come say that to my face, coward. You and I have unfinished business.
Him> Much as I would love to take you up on your offer .... I think I'll opt for the outdoor fucking. Thanks, though.
Her> How long are you going to avoid me, Emily???? Let's finish what we started.
Him> Hey, it's me again. I'm back.
Her> Did you see what she texted me????
Him> No. She said you asked her to delete it. Girl talk.
Her> She's lying. I need you to stop being alone with her.
Him> I'll make you a deal. I'll stop being alone with Emily when you stop being alone with Vicky the yoga instructor.
Her> ???? Who told you about me and Vicky???? Her???? Emily????
Him> So it's true.
Her> This conversation is sssooo inappropriate. Don't you see what Emily is doing?? She's making you and me argue.
Him> I'm not arguing. And you're the one being bossy.
Her> Fine. Do what you want. But Emily is trouble.
Him> She's going to be our neighbor. Please be civil with her, at a minimum.
Her> Tell her I'd be delighted to chat with her about being civil.
Him> She says she will .... soon. GTG.
To be continued......
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Spicy story! Interested to see what Denise and Emily do from here
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Denise catches Vicki alone after yoga class:
D--Hey ..... emergency ...
V--Oh, gawd ..... Emily again?
D--Yes .... I think she's doing it with my husband.
V--Like, in general? An affair?
D--Like, literally. Fucking .... literally right now. At least she claims she is.
V--But .... how?? ....where?? Why aren't you stopping them, Denise??
D--They're at the golf course.
V--But ... where would they do it THERE?!?
D--She claims in the woods. Does that seem possible??? Is she bullshitting me??
V--Well.... I suppose it's possible .... not very comfortable, if you ask me..... Would your husband actually do it in the woods?? .... Have you ever done it in the woods with him??
D--No, of course not ....
V--Well, then there's your answer. What are you worried about?
D--I'm worried because .... if I could .... <<<blushing>>> .... don't take this the wrong way, Vicki, but .....
V--But WHAT??? ....What is it Denise???
D--If I had the opportunity .... I would totally fuck you in the woods, Vicki. Is that weird??
V--No. No, Denise. I feel the same.
D--Shit. So I should be worried about her, shouldn't I?? Her and my husband. She's stealing him from me, isn't she?
V--I think you need to fight her.
D--I know. And I need to do something else.
V--Don't you mean that 'we' .... you and I .... need to do something??
D--Yes. Are your free?? Can we? <they kiss>
V--I always have time for you.
To be continued.....
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Vicky wants to see a catfight, and who blames her? Lol. Go get you some Denise!
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3am, Denise and her husband in bed spooning.
D> I need you to stop playing golf with Emily.
Him> What? ..... Baby, why? ... You don't trust me?
> I trust you.
> But? But what?
> But. She's an instigator. She's doing it to get me jealous.
> Then don't get jealous.
> It doesn't work like that, hun. She gets off on instigating me. Why are you being so stubborn?
> Because ..... I sponsored her for membership at the club. It's still pending. It would raise eyebrows if I ..... pulled back.
> Wouldn't it raise eyebrows if she kept being buddy-buddy clingy with you .... with her being divorced and you being married?
> Emily and I are the same skill level in golf. We're neighbors in the development. It makes sense.
> Then I need you to see ..... to start seeing ..... what makes sense on the personal side of things. Emily came into this development in a whirlwind .... like a bull in a china shop when it comes to me and her. OK?
> How so?
> Two ways. She had a total fucking chip on her shoulder when I tried to make small talk with her .....
> She's awkward with everyone on smal ltalk ....
> Let me finish, dammit .....
> Sorry.
> This was very intentional .... very calculated. She went out of her way to let me know that she had started texting you ..... and would CONTINUE texting you ..... that me knowing about it was no concern of hers. That it was something to be scoffed at. That's number one, ok? Number two is ..... she stirred up gossip in the development thru the yoga instructor .... you know, Vicki, right? ..... she's very vocal, very pro-LGBTQ? ......
> She is?
> Yes, but that's not even the point ..... it's more, she sees and talks to lots of different women in the development ..... hears and, sometimes unfortunately, participates in, the grapevine .... well, Emily planted this ridiculous rumor that I'm anti-LGBTQ ..... knowing Vicki would spread it around the development, and that I'd get the cold shoulder ..... from Vicki, from other women.
> And how does Emily benefit from that?
> Well, that's where it gets complicated. I think she was playing a reverse psychology game with me .... possibly with Vicki, too. I think she was hoping ..... was hoping that ..... Vicki and I would get together ...... and so then Emily could have you ....
> ARE Vicki and you together?
> OK, stop right there. See, this is what Emily does. Instigates . Cause distraction. Rumor. Misinformation. That's not the point. Me and Vicki. Anything and Vicki. The point is Emily talking behind my back about me. Your wife. I need you on my side in this.
> It sounds like high school.
> It does. But that's Emily's doing. I need your help to end this. By calling her on her bullshit when she starts up. She'll listen to you. And .... <<<<playfully>>>> ..... why are you getting hard?
> Two reasons.
> <<<<stroking her husband>>>> Share.
> First .... mmmmmm ...... Are you asking ME .... to instigate HER?
> <<<<<playfully>>>> I might. At some point. For now, just stand up to her crap. But what's the second reason? It must be good--you're throbbing.
> If this is like high school .... is this headed to a .... catfight under the bleachers?
> If that's what she wants .... then it probably will. Did she say that's what she wants?
> She said ...... it's what YOU want.
> She said that? What did you tell her?
> I said that's why I married you.
> Oh..... and what did she say?
> Something like, "Good to know." mmmmmm ..... <he cums in his wife's hand>
> Give me your cellphone.
> Why?
> Text her.
> Emily? What do I say?
> Say: "Denise just stroked me off to the thought of her catfighting you."
> You sure?
> Just do it.
> OK. Sent.
> She's probably sleeping.
> No, no. She's typing.
> What did she say?
> "What a coincidence. I just masturbated to the thought of kicking her ass."
To be continued......
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Text conversation
D> You there, bitch?
E> Long time, no hear, Denise. You still know how to keep it classy, I see.
D> It's been a long time because you haven't been around. There's a rumor you're not gonna move in.
E> Oh? What other rumors going around about me?
D> That you accepted a cash offer for your place.
E> And? If the rumor is true? Your point is?
D> My point is that you're afraid to face me. I just wanted to gloat. So long, loser.
E> You're the loser, sweetie. You don't know where I'm living. And you won't bait me into telling you.
D> So you're still in the area??
E> Still within booty call distance of your sexy husband, honey.
D> Then fight me for him.
E> I'm not saying I won't .... but .... just so we're clear. ..... I have him.
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Denise and Vicki, after yoga class
D> S.O.S. I need to talk.
V> Don't take this the wrong way, Dee, but you're always in S.O.S. mode. You're like .... Drama Denise .... or something.
> I didn't used to be. Just until Emily showed up.
> What's the blonde bombshell up to now? Isn't she your neighbor yet?
> She's not closing. She sold ... unsolicited cash offer.
> What the HELL??? I knew the market's hot here, but that's ridiculous. Where's she living instead?
> She won't tell me.
> She won't? But .... why? Is she .... sleeping with your husband?
> Don't say that. Can you .... ask her where she's staying?
> Can't you?
> I tried. No dice.
> Then .... can't you ask your husband?
> [Gets nose to nose with Vicki.] I told you.... DON'T .... SAY .... THAT.
> Denise .... Can you, like .... step back? Like, at least 4 steps or so?
> [Stares down Vicki] Answer my question, first. [Denise and Vicki poke each other with their nails and hands. Their breathing elevates. Both are aware of each others' sweat from yoga class.]
> Denise, I'm not your enemy here. But....
> But what?
> But I can be. If you don't watch it.
> [The women lock eyes. Not pleasantly.] Vicki, ya know .... you seem to know a lot about Emily .... until it matters.
> Meaning what, bitch?
> Did you call me a bitch?
> I asked a question first.
> Then I'll answer first. [The womens' hands reach down into each others' thighs, slightly scratching each others' flesh with their nails. Their scent is no longer just of sweat, but of pre-cum as well. Their eyes lock angrily.] I think you and Emily communicate. I think you know where in the area she's staying. I want you to tell me.
> Even if I did know ..... and I'm not saying I do ..... I wouldn't tell you.
> Why not?
> That's your second question. I want an answer to MY question first.
> Ah yes. Did I call you a bitch? [Both women are nose to nose, and now chest-to-chest. Their hands find each others' crotch area, digging deeper and deeper through their yoga pants. What was previously pleasurable rubbing turns painful. Their eyes start to water. Their breathing cracks.]
> You .... are .... a ... bitch.
> How can you call me that .... knowing what I'll do to you .... if you call me that ..... to my face? [The women keep their left hand buried in the other's yoga pants, but raise their right hand to each others' scalp, and bury their nails into their hair].
> You .... must ... not ... scare ... me ..., bitch. [Their claws sink into each others' scalp.]
> Big .... mistake.
> By .... who .... , .... bitch?
> Let's .... find .... out.
Vicki and Denise tear into a vicious double hair pull, yanking each others' head down and shaking desperately. Both are screeching in pain and anger, feeling baited into an unwanted catfight.
> Go .... fight .... Emily ... not ...me!!!!!!! [Both women kick each other in the shins, harder than either expects.]
> I've .... been .... trying ..... stupid .... Vicki!!!!! [Large tufts of hair cover the floor from the womens' grip on each others' scalps. Vicki uppercuts Denise, stunning her, and windows up with a right cross, sending Denise to her knees.]
> I..... I ..... Denise, I'm sorry. [Vicki drops to her knees, and kisses Denise on the lips.]
> Yes..... [looks at Vicki passionately] .... kiss me like that, Vicki .... just like that ....
[Both women fall prone of the floor, their fingers resuming their mutual pleasuring from minutes ago. Denise cums first, uncontrollably, followed by Vicki seconds later.]
> I' m glad we .... stopped .... before hurting each other.
> When I get Emily alone..... I won't stop.
> In that case .... she's staying in Nokomis. Here's the address.
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Emily's Airbnb rental in Nokomis. Denise rings the doorbell.
E> You? How did you find me?
D> Never mind that. May I come in?
E> [considering whether she wants this meeting to happen today]
D> Does the Mercedes outside belong to a man you're fucking? If so, I can come back later.
E> The only man I'm fucking is your husband.
D> Then I would think you would welcome the opportunity to .... meet with me ..... alone. Unless .... you're afraid of me.
E> Tou know I'm not afraid of you, Denise. The car .... by the way .... I bought it with the profit from selling my place .... when I decided not to close.
D> I remember that place ..... I think of it often. You and I started a catfight there .... but didn't finish. Why didn't we finish, Emily?
E> Because I got your man.
D> How did you ... 'GET' .... him? He's not leaving me.
E> I still get to fuck him. And you have to do his laundry.
D> I came to end that.
E> You were wrong to do so.
D> Prove it.
E> [Thinks one more minute.] OK. Come in.
To be continued......
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Emily and Denise look themselves in the small foyer of Emily's Airbnb bungalow, Denise latching the front door closed, and Emily latching the door into the house. The women instinctively remove their tops and bras, revealing bare chests, and brush their long blonde hair back away from their faces. They close, and clutch each others' biceps, sinking their nails in, and pushing their bare chests against each other. Emily speaks first.
> Did Vicky give you my address? Did you need to fuck her to get it?
> We almost fought over it, actually. Full on, almost. But we held back. Did YOU fuck her to get her to bad-mouth me in the community?
> I think you fucked her.
> Why so?
> [The women are waltzing in the tiny foyer, beads of sweat coating their torsos. They're shaking, knowing each is able and willing to tear into the other on the slightest provocation.] Because ..... [grunting] ..... wouldn't this be easier .... for everyone ..... if you just gave up your husband ..... and fucked Vicki??
> [Emily pins Denise to the wall of the small foyer. The hate in each woman's eye is white hot.] I love fucking Vicki. But I need cock. The cum from my husband's cock. I would kill for that. Literally, Emily. I would kill.
> [Denise now pins Emily against the wall. The women's biceps are shredded with nail rakes.] I know. I'm divorced, Denise. I would kill for it, too. For cock.
[The two women release their bicep clinch with slaps to the face. They stare at each other hateful, and sink their nails in each others' scalps.]
> Why did you get divorced, Emily? [The two women exchange hard face slaps.]
> The sex wasn't satisfying. [More slaps.] It was satisfying. [More face slaps.] Just not fulfilling. Not long enough.]
> [The two women begin punching with closed fists.] Then it's fulfilling? [Hard punches to the jaw.] With my husband??
> Yes. [More hard punches.] I'm fulfilled. Every time.
> I hate you for fucking him.
> I'm not giving it up. I'm rather die.
> I'm not giving him up.
Emily and Denise pull each others' heads down by the hair and attempt to slam each others' heads into the foyer wall. Their right hands claw at each others' back and slash at whatever flesh they can find. The pain is searing and infuriating. Both are lightheaded with rage and anger.
> You thought .... you thought to challenge a woman 9 years younger than you??
> You thought to let your husband alone at a country club with a divorced woman??
> You blame ME?? You blame ME, Emily??
> I blame you. For challenging me to fight. [Primal grunting.] Alone.
To be continued......
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Emily and Denise fall to the foyer floor in a temporary catball stalemate, Emily's hips somewhat on top of Denise's, but with Denise facing the floor but her knees sufficiently scooched up to prevent Emily pressing her full weight onto Denise. Emily closes her fists and attempts to connect with Denise's face, but connects only with the side of Denise's head, causing more injury to her own knuckles than to Denise's covered up face. Emily takes a minute to catch her breath. She moves her mouth close to Denise's ear.
E> I have a theory about you, Denise. When you found out I was moving in.
D> What would that be, bitch?
> I have a theory that when you found out a single 48 year old woman was moving next door, you were hoping it was a lesbian. So that you could step out on your husband.
> Where'd you get that idea, honey?
> From Vickie .... from how quickly you started sleeping with her.
> [Denise's body tenses, as she wonders how Emily knows about herself and Vickie.] Vickie and I don't 'sleep with' each other, Emily. She gets off on the drama between you and me. I went along so that she'd give me your address so I could confront you.
> Pretty good acting, sweetie, from what I hear.
> Whatever you heard was unreliable .... it's Vickie acting out the tension between you and me. Which, while we're on that topic..... why'd you get divorced, Emily? Did you get caught fooling around with girls like Vickie?
> It's none of your business, but what the hell ..... a girl like Vickie,..... or, actually, .... a girl like YOU .... a 30-something .... decided she liked my husband ..... and the sex between him and me wasn't worth the trouble ...... so I decided to find a man ..... and a lifestyle .... where I wasn't going thru the motions.
> So instead of kicking HER ass .... you try to kick MINE?
> Oh, there's no 'instead of' sweetie .... I kicked her ass ..... and I tried to avoid kicking yours .... but you didn't exactly leave me a choice.
> This doesn't feel like I'm getting my ass kicked, Emily.
> Well ... YOU'RE not kicking MINE, are you, Denise?
> Not yet?
> Oh? Is that a fact? Do I need to 'watch out?
Denise scooches her butt up high and kicks her legs at Emily's head. The two women scramble to their knees and grab each others' long blonde hair and pull hard. Within seconds, they are in another catball stalemate. Emily can see Denise's breasts, which are erect and throbbing.
> Someone's turned on.
> Talking about yourself, Emily?
> No. Feel. [Emily pushes Denise's hand under her pant waist to between her legs, which are dry. She then feels between Denise's legs, which are soaked.] You're turned on, Denise. I'm not.
> [Denise licks her lips ???? and buries her mouth into Emily's left shoulder, kissing and sucking aggressively. She inches her mouth and her kisses to Emily's jawline, to her chin, to Emily's mouth. Emily offers Denise her tongue.] I'm still kicking your ass when this is over.
> Keep thinking that, sweetie.
To be continued.....
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Denise and Emily wrap themselves ever tighter on the foyer floor, sitting up and kissing intermittently. Denise feels confidently powerful in her ability to arouse Emily, having learned much from her blossoming relationship with Vickie. Denise considers Emily more frigid, and older, than Vickie, and is pleased to see her learned techniques to be effective on a more challenging partner.
Emily kisses differently than either Vickie or Denise's husband. She uses very little tongue, and refuses to lock mouths for longer than a few seconds. Denise considers the possibility that Emily has difficulty breathing through her nose, possibly as fallout of a previous broken nose. Denise recalls witnessing a vicious girlfight in college, which ended prematurely when one of the fighters got the bridge of her nose crushed by an accidental headbutt.
The prospect of disfiguring Emily, once their fight resumes full force, excites Denise. She taunts her enemy verbally.
<> You cold blooded bitch. Does my husband need to work hard to get you aroused?
<> No, bitch, he and I are straight. Sure you are? Do Vickie and you go at it like this?
[Denise and Emily exchange 5 consecutive deep kisses.]
<> Vickie wouldn't appreciate your anti-LGBT bias.
<> You're very protective of Vickie, honey. I wonder why.
[Denise loses count of her pecking kisses with Emily at ten.]
<> Vickie and my husband have better sex with me than with you.
<> Your husband fucks me harder than you.
<> He can't tell if you're still alive when he's doing you, bitch.
<> Oh, he KNOWS I'm alive, sweetie.
<> Fuck you, Emily.
<> Fuck you, Denise.
[Denise slides her pants down below her waist, and lifts Emily's skirt. She initiates a scissoring position with her rival. The women are unable to kiss, and lock eyes.]
<> I'm kicking your ass when this is over, bitch.
<> Not a chance, slut.
To be continued.....
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Emily and Denise cease their kissing on the foyer floor, and begin an exchange of face slapping and hair pulling. Denise believes she has cracked the code of Emily's deepest-seated insecurity and vulnerability, and begins to verbally taunt her for it.
> You're a .... what's it called, in bed? .... a cold fish. You have a weak sex, drive, Emily. Pathetic, really.
> I have a connection with your husband you'll never have, sweetie.
> He's fascinated with what's new, honey. The shine will be off that coin in weeks. [She slaps Emily hard.] If it isn't already.
Denise and Emily have stopped kissing, because their minds and psyches are well past being on parallel tracks. Denise is feeling empowered with confidence at having overcome what she no longer believes to be a worthy rival. Her giddiness turns to borderline drunkenness, and manifests itself in an increasing inability to keep metaphors straight. Her speech is becoming slurred, almost punch-drunk. Her face sustains increasingly direct slaps from the angered Emily.
Emily hates her rival evermore for Denise's sexual confidence. Emily compares herself in her mind to her performance when coupling with Denise's husband. If Denise can arouse desire in me with her kissing and fondling, even in the midst of a vicious catfight, imaging what she can do to her own husband in their marriage bed.
Emily feels a rush a motivation to engage in feminine combat with her mortal enemy. She releases her enemy's blonde mane from her grip, and gestures with her eyes and posture a request for her opponent to do the same. The two women, topless and on their knees, face each other challengingly, wordlessly, threatening.
Emily then raises her hands and forms cat-like claws with her bent fingers. She sinks her nails into Denise's breasts, and begins mauling them slowly but systemically. Denise instinctually reciprocates.
Both women are nearly instantly consumed in overwhelming and all-encompassing pain.
They regret their decision to exchange the passionate making out for primal scratching.
But are too stubborn to admit it.
To be continued......
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Denise wants to resume her catfight with her implacable enemy Emily, but is aroused and turned on to distraction. Emily has refused every prompt and invitation to bring Denise to arousal. Denise wonders, more than she already did, how her husband can find fulfillment in his affair with Emily. Emily seems sexually .... immature ... incomplete .... something.
What's her damn secret?
What's the draw?
Why has Denise come to her house to catfight her?
Denise has never sought out a catfight with another woman, despite occasional disagreements and conflicts.
She has always tried to seek out a compromise. Mutual face-saving.
Her husband has never followed thru on offers of affairs. Even ones that were no-strings-atrached.
Denise is frustrated by Emily.
She seeks another way to combat her nemesis.
> I'm going to rub myself off, you divorced wench. Or you're going to watch.
> Less talking, more rubbing, bitch. You don't have it in you.
The venom between the two women is hateful. Abrasive. Venomous.
Like scorpions in a bottle.
The two women lock eyes. Denise's hands reach for her own pussy. She's rubbing longingly.
> Suck my tits, Emily.
> You need help?
> I do. I do. I need to cum.
> Then beg me, Denise. Beg hatred than you've ever begged, slut.
> Suck my tits. Please. I need this.
> Beg me by name, bitch.
> Don't make me.
> No beg, no mouth. Bitch.
> [Denise tries to climax herself. She realizes she can't.] Please, Emily. Suck me off. Suck me off Emily.
> [Emily complies, but locks eyes with Denise. Denise comes, but it humiliated.] See how you need me, bitch.
> I might need you. But that doesn't mean you're not getting your ass kicked, Emily.
> Try it, Denise. I dare you.
To be continued.......
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Emily's sexual iciness is maddening to me. But, at the same time, enlightening to me.
Sexually, she's passive. Cold, almost. Lacking in initiative.
But what if that's what draws my husband to her? What if that's why he golfs with her, and then does whatever they do?
I think of all the times my husband and I are kissing on the couch, first during a commercial to a boring Friday night episode of 20/20, then extending beyond the commercial, beyond the local news, and beyond Jimmy Kimmel's monolog.
I think of how I get bored with the tongue-kissing, how I pull off my jeans and panties, and force myself onto him.
What if Emily just let's the kissing go on.... and on.... and on. What if Emily and my husband tongue kiss until ...... they just fall asleep, in a nap, in each others' embrace.
My husband spends so much of the weekend napping. That's why we moved to Florida, he reminds me--no more shoveling, no more show blowing, no more yardwork, no more watering. Living in Island Time.
I let Emily and I continue tongue kissing. Her tongue is so ..... smoky? Is that the word? Did she used to smoke?
> Did you used to smoke, Emily?, I hear myself ask.
> Shut up and kiss me, is her non-answer/answer.
Emily and I continue tongue-kissing, louder than before. I try and keep my moans less frequents, and quieter, than hers. I can't tell if I'm succeeding.
> You're such a fucking bitch, I tell her.
> You're not so bad yourself, hun; she retorts.
Did she take that as a compliment?? I meant it as an insult, a putdown..
> I fucking hate you.
> I hate you more, sweetie.
> Because I'm married to the man you love?
> That was a low bow, sweetheart.
> Good. I hope it connected.
To be continued....