Another old story, for those who might not have read it already. -Halhow
PICTURE PERFECT
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You never really know in life, just when trouble is coming
your way. Sometimes it's waiting for you at your desk in
the morning, other times it waiting back at the house.
Sometimes it shows up in a telephone call and other times
it just walks in the front door and sits right down. On
a warm summer evening in July, trouble came to Monica
Parker. This time it came in the mail.
Monica was a young and pretty business woman, working for
an upscale firm in the outskirts of LA. At 28, she had a
great job, a fast car, and the kind of body only regular
trips to the gym can build. She lived in a nice condo and
dated a handsome gentleman named Jeff. Her life was nearly
perfect, that is until the letter came.
It came in a plain white envelope with no return address.
It came stuffed in the mailbox along with half a dozen
bills. She didn't even notice it at first. Only after
she let herself in and sat down to relax did she pick out
the plain little envelope from among the assorted bills.
Taking the envelope in one hand, she slipped a thumbnail
under the flap and pulled it open. That's when Monica got
the shock of her life.
Inside the envelope was a single Polaroid picture of a
pretty young brunette. She was lying stark naked in the
middle of a bed with both legs spread for all to see. Her
full breasts and bushy sex displayed clearly to the camera.
Monica was shocked. Why would a complete stranger send
her a picture like this. She flipped the picture over and
quickly found the answer.
Written on the back was a brief message. It said, "This is
where Jeff puts his cock on Friday nights. So go find
yourself another man, because this one is taken."
Monica was so hurt and angry that her hands shook and she
dropped the photo. After a minute, she picked it up again,
then she took a deep breath and called Jeff.
Jeff came by her place that night. At first he denied
seeing anyone else, but when Monica showed him the picture
he broke down and admitted everything. The other woman's
name was Karen. She was a sales and marketing specialist
for a company that Jeff's firm dealt with. He had been
seeing her for about six months.
Monica was very angry with Jeff, but she was also quite
practical. While Jeff had a weak will when it came to
women, he also had a lot of assets. He was young,
handsome, reasonably wealthy, and terrific in bed. In
general he was just too good to give up without a fight.
Monica bugged Jeff until he gave her Karen's address. He
didn't want to, but Monica was demanding and in the end it
seemed only fair. Once she had the address, she ran Jeff
off, but not before arranging a dinner date for next
Saturday. Once she was alone, she went to the closet and
got out her camera.
Going to her bedroom, she placed the camera carefully on
the dresser and then slipped some magazines under the back
to tilt the camera down towards the bed. Completely
disrobing, Monica brushed out her hair and touched up her
lipstick, then she set the timer on the camera for a
minute and threw herself down on the bed. Arranging
herself just so, she arched her back and spread her
thighs. One minute later, a flash and a whir and the
picture was complete.
Getting up off the bed, Monica walked over to the camera
and examined the photo. As the picture faded in, it showed
a beautiful light-haired beauty with firm proud breasts
and golden tan thighs. Her bushy chestnut pubic hair was
clearly and forcefully displayed. The picture was
obscenely provocative.
"Well", Karen said to herself, "this will show Karen that
she isn't the only one who can send dirty pictures in the
mail." Flipping the photo over, Monica wrote a nasty
little note claiming Jeff's dick for herself and telling
Karen just where she could put her camera. Message
complete, she popped the picture into an envelope and
carefully addressed it to her rival.
The next morning, Monica put a stamp on the letter and
dropped it in the mailbox on the way to work. She was
confident that after Karen saw this, she wouldn't have
anymore problems with her. Of course, Monica was mistaken.
Three days later, Monica was sitting down to watch the
television when her phone rang. When she picked it up, a
pleasant female voice said, "Hello, I'd like to speak to
Monica."
"Speaking", she replied.
"Hello Monica, this is Karen."
Monica paused a moment and then said, "Hello Karen, what
do you want?"
"I got your picture today", Karen replied, "I think you
and I should get together for a little talk."
"That's fine by me", Monica responded sweetly, "Where
would you like to meet?"
"Do you know Jerry's Place, it's a little Italian
resturant down on 23rd steet?"
"I've been there", Monica replied evenly.
"What do you say we meet there for a little chat tomorrow,
say 4 PM?"
"That will be fine", Monica replied, "I'm looking forward
to it."
"So am I", Karen responded, then she hung up.
Talk! Talk indeed Monica laughed. Karen wasn't looking to
talk to anybody, Karen was looking for a catfight, and
Monica was just the girl to give it to her. Monica put
down the phone and eased back onto the couch to make her
plans.
The next day, Monica made arrangments to leave work early.
At 3:30 she locked up her office and went down the hall to
the women's restroom. Once there, she changed out of her
normally conservative business attire and into the outfit
she had selected for the fight.
It consisted mainly of a short, short dress with a
plunging neckline. It was all black and made of a light,
clingy material that accented her every curve. She passed
on a bra and encased her long legs in sheer black
pantyhose. All that was left now was to add a pair of
black highheels and she was ready.
Leaving the restroom, Monica made her way down to the
parking garage. Three minutes later, she was driving
through afternoon traffic, on her way to Jerry's Place.
The resturant was a classy little place at one end of a
new shopping mall. The big main room was dimmly lit and
cluttered with tables. A row of secluded booths, lined
the left wall. Each booth had its own little curtain
which the occupants could close for further privacy. It
was Monica thought, the perfect spot for their little
confrontation.
Arriving a little early, Monica asked the waiter for a
booth off in the back corner. As the resturant was nearly
empty at this hour, the waiter gladly obliged. Slipping
onto one of the soft, high-backed leather seats, Monica
ordered a drink and sat back to wait for her rival. She
didn't have to wait long.
Monica had taken a couple of sips from her drink and was
beginning to play with the ice, when she felt someone
slide into the booth next to her. When she looked up, she
was eye to eye with Karen. They were sitting now only
inchs apart.
Karen gave her one long look and then ordered a drink from
the waiter. After he left, she drew the little curtain
shut, and then moved over closer until they were touching
thigh to thigh.
Monica looked her rival over closely. They were about the
same height and around the weight. Karen was wearing
a short black skirt with a tight red blouse which was
unbuttoned to display a generous amount of clevage. Her
long dark hair framed a pretty almost heart-shaped face.
She had a beautiful smile. She was smiling even now.
The waiter reappeared and placed Karen's drink down on the
table and then quickly left again.
"Well Monica", Karen said, "your every bit the pretty
little tart that Jeff described to me."
"Funny", Monica replied, "I don't remember being the first
one to send dirty pictures through the mail."
"Just a little scare tactic", Karen replied, "but it
didn't work with you did it?"
"No I'm afraid not", Monica responded, "it will take a lot
more than that to make me give up Jeff."
Karen turned slightly toward Monica and slipped one hand
behind her back pressing them closer together.
"And what will it take", Karen whispered as they rubbed
together.
"You'll have to fight for him", Monica replied quietly as
she slipped an arm of her own around Karen.
That's what I thought", Karen replied as she rolled over
on one hip and slipped a nylon clad leg between Monica's
thighs.
Their legs tangled and the two women clutched at each
other in the narrow confines of the booth. Monica lightly
gripped a handful of hair as she slowly ran one hand over
Karen's blouse to grab one full breast. Karen tightened
her grip around Monica's shoulders and grabbed a boob of
her own. It was at this tense moment that the waiter
returned.
The waiter asked if either of the ladies wished to place
another order. Slowly untangling themselves, Monica and
Karen declined. With a slight nod and a baffled look on
his face, the waiter vanished as quickly as he had come.
The two women stared at each other. After a couple of
minutes, Monica said, "This place isn't private enough.
We should go somewhere else, somewhere we can be alone and
finish our little conversation."
"Sounds good to me", Karen replied, "any suggestions."
"There's this little motel just down the road", Monica
responded, "it's called the Midnight Inne. It's just the
sort of place a cheap little slut like you should have no
trouble finding."
"Fine", Karen replied through gritted teeth. "Let's go".
The two women paid for their drinks and left. Once in the
parking lot, they got into their cars and headed down the
road. Ten minutes later they were pulling into the
Midnight Inne.
The Inne was the sort of cheap trashy motel men took their
secretaries to at lunch. At 4:30 it was fairly quiet and
the two women had no trouble getting a room. Five minutes
and twenty dollars later they were standing together
outside of room 14. Karen opened the door and Monica
followed her inside. Monica closed the door and turned to
throw the dead bolt. When she turned back, Karen was on
her, the catfight was ON!
Karen threw herself at Monica and the two women clinched
chest to chest and belly to belly. Wrapping their arms
around each other, they stumbled back into the door. Karen
pinned Monica against the door as each lady grabbed double
handfuls of hair.
Gripping each other tightly, they rubbed and squirmed
together. Monica could feel Karen's warm breath on her
shoulder as they struggled. Getting one foot against the
door, Monica pushed off and they staggered out into the
room still clutching at each other. One more push and
Monica forced her rival upto the bed where they fell,
breaking apart momentarily.
Kicking off her shoes, Monica reached for Karen with her
nylon clad legs. Karen responded in kind and soon the two
women's legs were hopelessly entangled together. Locked
thigh to thigh they clinched again and began rolling
slowly back and forth across the bed fighting to get on
top of each other.
Monica wanted to teach Karen a thing or two, but right now
what she wanted most was to strip her rival naked. She
waited until Karen was on top of her and then she released
Karen's hair and grabbed her blouse with both hands. All
it took was one savage pull and the blouse ripped wide
open, spitting buttons all across the room. Karen's large
breasts tangled above her, tan with large pale nipples.
Karen cursed and reached for the bottom of Monica's dress.
The dress had already ridden up over Monica's hips as
their legs had wrestled. Grabbing the bottom, Karen
pulled the dress up over Monica's head. Monica was forced
to twist and turn to free herself. In doing so, she helped
Karen strip the dress right off. Holding the dress over
her head, Karen gave a little shout of triumph and threw
it into a corner. Monica's big breasts flopped left and
right as she fought to unseat her rival. Catching a
handful of Karen's hair she pulled her over onto her side.
Gripping her tightly, Monica reached back behind her and
unzipped the short black skirt, now wrapped around Karen's
waist. Two good jerks and a little tearing cloth and the
skirt joined the dress in the corner. Karen meanwhile had
discarded the remains of her blouse rather than risk
becoming entangled in it.
Topless and nearly nude save for their pantyhose, the two
women grappled on the bed with renewed energy. Bare
breasts, now covered in sweat, rubbed over and around each
other. Hard bellies touched and parted as arms gripped
slippery backs and nylon covered legs made war below the
waist.
Monica tried to get Karen's hose off, but the clingy
material was hard to get a grip on. All she could do was
make long runs in it. Karen had one hand between her legs,
trying to rip the crotch out of her pantyhose, but
couldn't get a grip on the smooth fabric.
"Stop", Monica said.
The two women paused a moment hugging breast to breast and
panting for breath.
"I want to fight you naked. I'll take my pantyhose off if
you'll remove your's."
"OK", Karen replied, "Nude then."
Slowly the two women released each other, carefully
untangling their legs and pulling their sweat drenched
bodies apart. Now standing on opposite sides of the bed,
they slowly stripped off the shredded remains of their
nylons. At last they faced each other as they knew they
would all along, in the nude.
Karen got back onto the bed on her knees and motioned
Monica to join her. Edging forward they met in the middle
of the bed, breasts touching lightly, hands at their
sides.
Karen glared into Monica's eyes and snarled, "I'm going to
fuck you up bitch", as she rubbed her breasts softly
against Monica's boobs.
"Just try it", Monica snapped, as she rubbed back against
her foe.
Back and forth they went rubbing their breasts together,
first lightly then harder and harder. Their nipples
quickly became hard and erect as they poked against each
other as the two girls swayed back and forth.
Karen reached out and pulled Monica to her. She paused for
a moment and the pressed her mouth down onto Monica's lips
in an open mouthed kiss. Monica was ready for her and
their moist tongues met and tussled in the dark.
Falling to one side, the two women resumed their battle,
wrapping their legs around each other and rolling back
and forth across the bed. As they fought, they continued
to exchange long hard kisses and fondled each other's
breasts wantonly. They probed each other with their hands,
reaching where ever they could. Their smooth thighs ground
deeper and deeper into their crotchs making them both wet
and driving them wild with desire.
Suddenly, the fight entered a new phase. Monica was on
top of Karen, mouths locked in a deep and passionate kiss.
Carefully she rotated her hips until she was finally able
to bring their vaginas into direct and intimate contact.
Legs locked around hips she began to grind her pussy into
her rival's. Karen quickly tightened her grip around
Monica and pressed her sex up and into her opponent's.
It was a sex fight now. Pussy to pussy, cxnt to cxnt, the
two rivals ground their sex's together, fighting for
sexual mastery.
Pubic hair tangled as vaginal lips plastered against each
other wetly. Tender pink flesh pressed and rubbed moistly.
Clits, hard and swollen met again and again in hard rough
contact.
Slowly Karen rolled Monica onto her side, but neither
woman would relinquish her grip. Holding each other in
a firm but sweaty embrace, they continued to force their
sensitive gentials against each other. On and on it went
until finally, too exhausted to continue, they fell apart.
"You dirty little bitch", Monica gasped, "I thought you
wanted to talk."
"Liar", Karen groaned, "you knew we were going to fight
and since it concerned a man it was bound to get nasty."
"I don't care now", Monica replied, "I just wish I had
something here so I could finish you off once and for all."
"What do you mean", Karen asked?
"I mean I wish we had a double dildo so I could fuck you
raw", Monica snarled. "We'll never finish this by just
rubbing against each other."
"Check the nightstand", Karen sneered you never know what
you'll find in a place like this.
Monica checked and sure enough, the bottom draw was full
of adult toys, including a 14 inch two-headed dildo still
wrapped in plastic, compliments of the Midnight Inne.
"Are you women enough to met me pussy to pussy with this",
Monica challenged, as she held up her find.
"You know I am", Karen replied, as she sat up on her
elbows.
Lining themselves up on the bed, They faced each other
cross-legged as Monica pulled the plastic off the dong.
"So what are the rules of this game", Karen asked?
"It's simple enough", Monica replied, "I fuck you and you
fuck me. The first woman to make the other orgasm is the
better woman and wins Jeff."
"OK", Karen replied, "your on, let's do it."
Facing each other on the bed the two women spread their
legs, slipping them over and around each other. Edging
closer together, they stopped just inchs apart.
Taking the big dildo in one hand, Monica carefully
inserted it into her now wet vagina. Giving the other end
to Karen she sat back on her elbows and waited.
Karen gently inserted the other end of the dong inside
herself. Once it was firmly in place, she laid back as
well. They paused for moment and then tighted their grip
on each other, pulling themselves closer together.
Suddenly, Monica arched her back, driving the dildo deep
into her rival. Karen took the stroke with a loud gasp.
Baring down hard, Karen tightened her grip on the slippery
rubber toy and forced it back into Monica who moaned as it
slid back inside her. Back and forth they went, matching
each other stroke for stroke. The visible portion of the
dildo twisted and turned like an injuried snake as the two
women battled.
Locked together the two girls humped the dong back and
forth between them. Covered in sweat, their big breasts
bounced and jiggled as they fought. Slowly the dildo
disappeared deeper inside them eventually vanishing
completely from sight. Now they fought each other cxnt to
cxnt, as the hidden dildo worked inside them.
Flat on her back now, Monica twisted and moaned as she
fought to control the dildo. It moved within her like it
had a life of it's own, slipping and sliding as she
battled to hold it still.
Karen gritted her teeth and panted for breath as the
deeply buried sex toy moved roughly inside her. She
squeezed with every mucsule she could rally as she forced
the dildo back into her foe again and again.
There was no escape. Locked between each other's legs,
with the hard plastic toy moving wildly inside them the
two women cursed and moaned as they fought it out in the
darkened room of the motel. Passion dark and red flared
inside them as the dildo did its work.
Feeling the end was near, Karen sat up suddenly and pulled
Monica to her. Clinching chest to chest, the two women
locked their mouths together, tongues battling as they
fought to finish each other off. Hips thrusting together,
fighting women to women, they locked together in an
unstoppable trip toward climax.
And then it was over. Monica could take no more. Arching
her back, she screamed in pleasure and sorrow as Karen's
well timed thrusts took her over the edge, plunging her
into wild and helpless orgasm.
Karen forced Monica over and onto her back and finished
her off, driving the dildo into her again and again until
Monica lay in an exhausted heap on the sweat soaked sheets.
After a time, Karen slipped the dildo from inside herself
and rolled off her beaten opponent. After laying beside
her on the bed for a time, Karen rose and went to the
bathroom to rinse off. Picking Monica's dress up off the
floor she quietly dressed.
"I hope you don't mind me taking your dress", she said,
"but my clothes seem to be something of a mess."
Monica said nothing, having rolled over on the bed and
buried her face in a pillow.
Karen walked over to her and ran a hand gently down
Monica's bare back, getting a slight quiver in response.
"Well it's been fun", she said softly as she headed for
the door.
"You know, I might even be willing to give you a rematch.
Give me a call if you like.", then Karen disappeared out
the door, gone but not forgotten.
The End
