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General Category => Catfight , Boxing & Wrestling Stories => Catfighting => Topic started by: sinclairfan on January 19, 2021, 11:26:04 PM
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11th floor of A New York City apartment, January 1947
Sarah, the wife, aged 42, blonde
Anna, the mistress, aged 33, brunette
<The door knocks. Anna answers.>
A: Yes?
S: May I come in?
A: Yes, I suppose. You look like you've come a long way. <Steps aside to give Sarah room to enter. The two brush shoulders, Anna not quite blocking Sarah, but not yielding either.>
S: Not far. Fifth Avenue. But the traffic was moving slowly in the snow.
A: It's snowing? I dodn't realize there was snow expected.
S: Nor did I. I wouldn't have come if I knew snow would start. But then I was more than halfway, so I had my driver continue.
A: Oh? Your driver? Is he .... waiting outside?
S: Thank you for your concern. No, I told him to meet me at the Harvard Club in 3 hours. That gives me an hour to make my way there after .... leaving here.
<Sarah turns her back to Anna, inspecting the paintings, fixtures, and carpets in Anna's immaculate apartment. She walks up to the bedroom door, which is closed.>
A: Oh? You'll be here two hours? What if I wasn't here? Or had a guest?
S: A guest? A gentleman caller? I suppose .... I knew your gentleman caller is .... elsewhere .... in Albany, until tomorrow.
A: Why do you need to go in the bedroom?
S: I wanted to see where you .... entertain .... gentleman callers.
A: You haven't introduced yourself.
S: Nor have you.
A: You must know who I am .... if you called here.
S: I figured I'd..... surprise you. Have I?
A: He told me you and he fought yesterday ..... quarreled.... and that you told him you knew I lived here.
S: So ..... you know who I am? You've seen my picture?
A: Pictures don't always do justice .... Are you able to confirm that? From me?
S: I can. You are even more attractive than .... a picture I found.
A: Thank you .... I think. Is that what you can here to see? .... and to say?
S: I don't know yet. I acted partly on impulse. I do that after .... he and I quarrel.
A: But .... you left yourself 2 hours.
S: Yes. Just in case.
A: Just in case .... what?
S: Just in case .... you and I .... quarrel .... or worse.
A: Oh? Worse than quarreling?
S: In case our quarrel .... escalates.
A: Will it?
S: Do you .... want it to?
To be continued....
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Oh please continue.
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<Sarah and Anna are standing 12 feet apart in the living room, with Sarah for the first time turning to fully face her host. Sarah removes her scarf and earmuffs, and sets them down on an end table.>
A: If those are wet from the snow, I'll ask you not to place them on the new furniture. It will warp.
S: <setting down the scarf and hat anyways> Oh? You asked him to buy you new furniture?
A: How is what he .... we..... bought .... for this apartment .... your concern?
S: I would think if it came from my family's money .... my father's family .... I would think it's very much my concern.
A: You father is not the only one with money.
S: Oh? So your father knows you moved here? ... and the circumstances? .... that you're the kept woman of a married man?
A: You presume me to be kept. I ask you again to remove the scarf and earmuffs if they are wet.
S: Oh, do you?
A: I do.
<<<<<Both women face each other in silence, still twelve feet away.>>>>
A: I'm presuming, by your actions, that the scarf and earmuffs were not wet.
S: Oh, is that so. Will you .... come and look?
A: Let's stop make presumptions about each other.
S: Such as?
A: Such as ..... what each will do .... or not do .... to the other, if provoked.
S: Oh? Have I provoked you?
A: You knocked without calling ahead.
S: Would you have invited me ... if I had called ahead?
A: I would have asked the purpose of your call.
S: And if .... I had the purpose of the call was best delivered face to face?
A: I would have requested a meeting at a more appropriate location.... such as the Harvard Club.
S: You are accustomed to calling at the Harvard Club?
A: I am accustomed to moving in circles such as that ... in Philadelphia .. in Reading ....
S: Oh, are you? In such high circles as Reading, Pennsylvania? I apologize for my impertinance .... I surely have underestimated you, Anna, if you have connections in Reading, Pennsylvania. Does it take sharp elbows to survive there?
A: I've sharpened my elbows there .... and at horse farms there .... not drawing rooms.....with women as impertinent as you .... and more.
S: Is that so? Do you presume that my only elbow sharpening has been in drawing rooms?
A: I presume so .... if you look down upon places that aren't New York or Philadelphia.
S: My upbringing included summer visits to ranches in Montana and Idaho. My father was a believer of the Teddy Roosevelt philosophy of the vigorous life .... and of sharpening elbows ..... against women of my own class .... and, the locals, as he called them.
A: You tell me this .... for what reason?
S: So that if you insist on touching my scarf ..... I can tell him .... that you knew what you were walking into.
<Anna steps deliberately closes to distance between herself and Sarah in half.>
S: You hesitate.
A: You mentioned ... him ... I wonder if you are here because of me .... or to spite .... him .... from your quarrel with him yesterday. The impulsiveness you mentioned.
S: You may approach with a clear conscience. The scarf was set down deliberately. Coming here was impulsive. But provoking is something I've wanted for awhile. Since I found out about you.
A: I've wanted this as well. I didn't realize you'd reciprocate.
<Both women remove their shoes.>
S: Well, now you know.
To be continued....
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I am curious and excited. please let us know what clothes and looks of both female rivals.
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As Dawne said, Please go on!
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<Anna is dressed in light grey winter woolen stockings, a light brown casual skirt down towards her ankles, and a somewhat less casual grey blouse with long sleeves which match her stocking. Her thick, lush, permed brunette hair plunges down her back, three-quarters of the way to her waist. Anna's 1940s look is a foreshadowing of Ava Gardner's in the early 1950s. Sarah's more classic peroxide blonde hair is a throwback to Jean Harlowe's late 1930s look, matching her rival's in thickness, but coming up 4 to 6 inches short in length. She, too, has thick grey winter woolen stocking, a similar length skirt, but a sweater instead of a blouse, and another sweater-jacket as partial protection against the New York City winter air. Anna considers attacking her enemy before either the outer jacket or inner sweater can be removed, but an innate Pennsylvania-bred sense of fair-play overcomes her. She also becomes acutely aware that Sarah is the mother of the three teenaged children of the man she loves, the love of her life, and hesitates three feet from her enemy.>
A: When you .... envisioned this moment .... how were we dressed? You and I?
S: You .... if you .... if you knew that sleeping with him .... first in Pennsylvania .... and then .... here ... here in New York City .... my home MY home .... would lead to ... to THIS ... to us quarreling .... how could you continue? ... How COULD you??
A: I ..... for love .... can you not understand that .... he's always described you as cold ... can you NOT understand ... if you had loved him .... he would have never ... yielded to me.... Do you still not understand that??
S: Love? You bitch!! You call me impertinent??... I'm his wife .... his lawfully-wedded wife.
A: You'll never understand. .... Not fro me you won't ..... Not,you and him .... or me and him.... this is about you and me ..... we both understand .... we've both had the same thoughts..... for years now .... when I was still in Pennsylvania .... when the war ended, and I could come to New York at last .... I came here for him .... but for YOU as well.... we both know that know ..... we both .... UNDERSTAND .... we both can speak of that .... of this, this moment .... when you thought of this moment, what were we wearing.....
S: I think my answer .... will be the same as yours ....
A: Then ..... there should be no reason for you to not .... speak it.
<<Sarah deliberately removes her sweater-jacket, unbuttoning it deliberately. She places it on the end table her scarf and earmuffs were on.>>>>>>
S: Tell your father ... I .... warped his new teak furniture .... it wasn't you.
A: Don't you speak of my father, you .... gutter tramp... you alley bitch.
S: Tough talker, Anna. What were we wearing??... Less than this, no? .... that we were wearing??
<<<<<Anna removes her skirt, revealing black panties. She tosses the skirt onto the nearby couch. She begins unbuttoning her blouse. Sarah follows, one item of clothing behind her rival, stepping out of her skirt, then her blouse. Both women angrily THROW each item of removed clothing onto the couch. Both women's 36C breasts are c
visible underneath their underwear.>>>>>>
A: Less than that .... and less than this.
S: Show me, tough girl.
<<<<Anna instantly begins unhooked her bra. Her 36C breasts reveal large, protruding nippples.>>>>>
S: When he was kissing THOSE .... he was thinking of .... <<<undoes her bra>>>> .... THESE. <<<<Sarah's silver dollar nipples match Anna's in thickness and texture.>>>>
A: Or .... perhaps the other way around.
S: Then .... I'll destroy yours .... to eliminate the confusion ... on his part.
A: Oh, there's no confusion honey.
S: Then I'll destroy them anyways.
A: Oh .... will you?
S: I will.
<<<Both women step forward.>>>>
To be continued.....
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<<<<The two women are now topless, both wearing only knee-high stockings and panties. Both are nervous but determined. Early January dusk has arrived in New York City, hastened by the intensifying snowstorm outside. Ominous gusty winds buffet the 11th floor apartment window. The living room grows dim, its only sources of light being the darkening window and what little light carries from the kitchen. Both women welcome the semi-darkness, as it minimizes their bashfulness at their semi-nude bodies. Not that either has reason for shame--their 42- and 33-year old bodies could pass for 24-year olds in silhouette. Each sees why the common man in their life has carried on a vigorous sexual relationship with the other for years, and refuses to give up either, even at great monetary cost, and even in violation of his sacred wedding vows.>>>>>
<<<<Anna reaches for Sarah's scarf on the end table.>>>>
A: This is soaking wet. You've ruined the wood on my new end table.
S: A proper host would have offered me a place to set it.
A: You did that deliberately to provoke me. You came here looking for a fight. I know your type. You had a boarding school upbringing, but inside you're no different than the country girls outside Reading, Pennsylvania who heard there was a girl at one of the horse farms outside town who knew how to fight, and would come and provoke me .... to challenge me in an empty barn .... to make a name for themselves.
S: You hypocrite. <Gets nose to nose with Anna.> You speak of provoking. You carry on an affair for years with a man from New York you know to be married and with children. And then when you can't stand the waits between trysts any longer, you move to the city he lives in 8 blocks from his lawfully wedded wife. You ..... YOU are the provoker. <<<Slaps Anna in the face.>>> It is YOU who caused this .... us. And what we are about to do to each other!
A: <<<<Slaps Sarah in the face.>>>> Is this what you used to do in the summers in Billings, Montana with the miner girls? And the railroad rest stop wenches??? Slapping??
S: <<<<Slaps Anna hard in the face.>>>> I never told you those fights were in Billings???? I said Montana and Idaho. <<<Slaps Anna hard.>>>> Who TOLD YOU Billings?? <<<Slaps Anna hard.>>>>
A: HIM. He did, you dumb bitch. <<<<Slaps Sarah hard in the breast.>>>> Your husband knew about your summer fights in Billings. <<<<Slaps Sarah in the face.>>>> We would talk about them in bed. As foreplay.
S: <<<Slaps Anna's breasts.>>>> And who did they excite and arouse. <<<<Slaps Anna's mouth>>>> Him??? <<<Slaps Anna's breast.>>> Or you ??
A: <<<<Slaps Sarah's face. Both women's faces and breasts are now beat red.>>>> They aroused him, and made our lovemaking intense, you jealous bitch. <<<<Slaps Sarah's breasts.>>>> But they .... EXCITED ... me, you Amazon cxnt. Because I knew I needed to .... fight you. With fists. Like you used to fight those Montana girls. <<<<Punches Sarah in the face.>>>>
S: <<<<Punches Anna in the face.>>> Then you DID ... come to New York. To provoke me. You're no different than the Pennsylvania country girls who would come to your farm to fight you in a haybarn, or in a corral. <<<<Punches Anna in the mouth, drawing a trickle of blood.>>>>
A: <<<Punches Sarah back, also in the mouth.>>>> Now who speaks too loosely???? When did speak of haybarn or corral fights???? <<<Punches Sarah's breast.>>>> Or .... did he also speak in bed..... with YOU .... about ME????
S: <<<<Punches Anna's breasts.>>>> Only .... only ... late last night .... when he and I quarreled .... and I said I had discovered your address ... and might visit. He warned me .... you had experience .... in the type of .... fights .... brawls .... I had had in Billings. <<<Slaps Anna's face.>>>>
A: And yet .... you came anyways. <<<<Mauls Sarah's breasts, breaking skin with her nails. Both women clinch, faces inches apart.>>>>
S: <<<<Mauling Anna's breasts, drawing blood.>>> I ..... needed to. I .... need this. To test myself. Against .... YOU. <<<<Both women moan in agont.>>> You speak of me not understanding love. But YOU .... YOU don't understand hate. Real hate. For another woman.
A: I assure I hate you. And have since I met him.
S: I hate you more.
A: Try me.
To be continued.....
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<<<<Both women release their mutual breast claw grip, their eyes tearing in agony. They step back and inspect each other. Anna has a small stream of blood starting to move down the left side of her mouth. Sarah has a similar rivulet on the top of her left breast, which has been raked by her enemy and rival. Both women are breathing heavily. Anna grabs Sarah's scarf from the end table, wiping her blood and sweat on the scarf, which is quickly smeared red.>>>>>
A: Your scarf ruined something of mine. And now it, itself, is ruined. What goes around come around.
S: You dare speak of fairness, you cheating whore?
A: He ran to me .... when running from you. He propositioned me over five times before I yielded, you clueless bitch.
<<<<<The telephone phone rings, jarringly, causing the gladiatrices to break their stare from each other and direct it to the phone. Anna walks over and answers.>>>>
A: Hello?
A: Oh, well hello darling, your lovely bride and I were just speaking of you?
A: Why, yes, in person. Face to face, woman to woman. Does that surprise you?
A: No, no trouble. You were expecting trouble? The night is young, .... but no trouble ... yet. Nothing that I can't handle. I'm a big girl.
A: Yes, she's right here. Would you like to speak to her?
A: Alright. Sarah, there's no trouble, right? Would you like to speak to your husband?
<<<<Sarah approaches warily, and Anna hands her the phone.>>>>
S: Hello, darling. How is Albany?
<<<<Anna makes herself a whiskey and water. She prepares a second, apparently for Sarah.>>>>>
S: Why, yes, I know you advised me to not visit your .... special friend. She's SUCH a gracious hostess, I do believe she just prepared me a drink. But she and I have .... SO MUCH .... catching up to do. It's been 8 years, after all, that you've known her ... and not shared her with me. She was telling me about the .... small talk .... you and she engage in .... about her .... about me .... about my youthful summers in Montana.
S: Why, yes, she and I are ..... sorting out .... the relationship between her and me. Girl talk. We still have a little longer to go. Like she said, nothing I can't handle. Cocktail hour is just starting it appears, she's prepared a cocktail for me, and is starting a second herself. It appears it will be an .... eventful evening.
S: Will I see you tomorrow night, then?
S: I love you, too, darling. Shall I put your .... special friend .... on the phone? It's her phone, after all, paid for my her father, yes?
<<<<Holds the phone for Anna. Anna takes it warily.>>>>
A: Well, yes, NOW she knows about my father. We both told you ..... she and I are .... catching up .... about ever so many things.
A: No, there won't be trouble. She's enjoying her cocktail now. No reason to send her driver over. She and I are big girls, we can handle ourselves.
A: Good night, darling.
<<<<Anna hangs up the phone. She makes a third cocktail for herself, and a second for Sarah. Anna offers Sarah a cigarette, which she accepts. She lights one for herself.>>>
S: Do you think he bought it?
A: No. Nor do I think he wants to, either?
S: In what way.
A: I think he knows you and I are about to go at it like two rates in a cage. And I think that's what he wants.
S: I think you're right. Is it what you want.
A: More than anything. And you?
S: Do you need to ask?
A: No. Just making sure.
S: May I have one more drink?
To be continued....
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Fantastic so far. Can hardly wait for more.
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<<<<<Anna returns to the living room with her third whiskey and water, this one mostly whiskey. Sarah ponders if she lost an opportunity to attack her rival from behind while Anna was in the kitchen with her back turned. The thought that, contrary to what she expected, Anna funded many of amenities in the apartment, electrifies her. She is in her enemy's lair Anything that breaks is her enemy's loss, not her own. She sits on the couch, waiting for her enemy to return, which she does presently.>>>>
S: I'm still upset about the scarf. You ruined it much too willingly.
A: As am I, about the end table. It was a brand new piece.
S: When I return home this evening ..... after I finish you .... I shall take one of your scarves, as reimbursement. So I'll be entering the bedroom where you fuck my husband, one way or another.
A: And if it's locked?
S: I'll kick the door in, if I must.
A: So ladylike. No wonder he's leaving you once your children are grown.
S: Is that a fact? For you, I suppose?
A: Perhaps for me. Even if not, I know no man would spend a lifetime with you. You're nasty ... and icy.
S: My attractiveness needs no apologies.... my breasts stand at attention as your do, even with a decade longer of experience. Any man would jump at the opportunity to caress this bosom.
A: And then? What of the nagging? The belittling? What man tolerates that, you dumb bitch? With the war, there are many more women than there are men. The have their pick of us. There are 3 of us for every one of them.
S: What man would want you, who has no respect for marital vows, for the sanctity of the home?
A: I don't want many men. I want one.
S: He's taken, whore.
A: He called me tonight, not you.
S: He knew that if you and I quarreled, you would lose.
A: The wound on your breast says I'm not losing.
S: You fat lap says you are.
<<<<Both women pause to gilp down their remaining cocktail.>>>>
A: I swear, if I kill you tonight, the only reason I won't confess is the time I'll miss seeing him.
S: And I swear .... your time with him has ended already. He will never set foot here .... or anywhere YOU are ..... ever again.
A: Big words, Sarah.
S: You've not spoken my name until now.
A: Why would you notice something like that?
S: I want you to acknowledge ... his wife.
A: His .... divorced wife.
<<<<Both women stand and get face to face.>>>>>
S: I shall never grant him divorce.
A: Then I shall make you his widow.
S: You're incapable.
A: Try me.
To be continued....
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<<<<Nearly complete darkness fills the window of the 11th floor apartment, as nightfall comes to the sky, and fog and wind-swept snow prevent light from reaching up from the New York City streets below. The little light making its way into the living room is from the nearby kitchen, so both women can now barely make out each others' bare flesh if they move more than arms'-length away from each other. Both women's speech have become slurred from the rapid consumption of three of Anna's generously-poured cocktails. Their physical and emotional inhibitions are lowered.>>>
<<<Sarah mind races at Anna's use of the word 'widow'. Would Anna murder Sarah if given the chance? During the ride over to Anna's, Sarah considered the thought of throwing her rival out of the 11th floor window if she was able to subdue Anna in a fight, and making it look like Anna had leapt to her death out of despair of losing her lover, Sarah's husband. But Sarah belatedly realized she had foreclosed upon that option by impulsively disclosing to her husband that she knew the address of her rival's love nest. If Anna died, Sarah's husband would turn in Sarah.>>>>>
<<<Sarah instead decides to use the dark, and Anna's compromised reflexes, to do what she should have done before--to wait for Anna to turn her back, and to catch her enemy unawares. To strike first in the fight, as she learned in her youthful Montana summer fights. To always get the first punch in.>>>>
<<<<Sarah also still has not seen the bedroom in which Anna cheats with Sarah's husband. She decides to slip backwards in the dark, and to edge towards the door. She decides to momentarily district her rival by baiting her with a shocking retort.>>>>
S: You speak of killing? How will you fuck him if you're in jail?
<<<Sarah slips backwards in the dark as Anna considers her reply.>>>>
A: You came here, to my home, for the purpose of attacking me. I've the right to self-defense. If you .... met with an accident while here, the law would hardly blame me. <<<<Anna surprises herself with how well-thought out her plan is.>>>>
<<<<Sarah's plan works perfectly. so completely intent are Anna's energies on annunciating her reply, that Sarah has surreptitiously slipped into the adulterous bedroom. Sarah opens the door, slips in, and Anna belatedly recognizes her error.>>>>
A: Get out!!!! Why are you .... in there??? Get out of my bedroom!!!!!
<<<Sarah rushes in, and turns on a light, revealing a large, elegant bed with thick sheets, covers, and pillows. She rushes to the opposite side, and angrily faces Anna.>>>>>
S: This is where you fuck him??
A: This is where he and I make love, and where he experiences delights he misses with you.
S: When you were on the phone, moments ago, you said you and were meeting woman to woman. But .... our womanhood <<<<looks down at her own panties>>>> has not been displayed to each other yet.
A: I am not opposed to so doing. <<<<Steps out of her panties. Sarah does the same.>>>>
<<<<Sarah then dramatically mounts the bed on her knees. Before Anna can realize what is happening, Sarah relieves herself on the bed.>>>>
A: You bitch!!!! You're peeing!!! That will ruin the bed!!!!
S: Oh, will it?
To be continued.....
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<<<<<Angered and appalled, a vengeful Anna turns back into the living room and grabs her enemy's sweater coat, skirt, and sweater blouse from the living room, and returns to the bedroom, rubbing the clothing into the sheets of the soiled bed. Sarah briefly pulls on Anna's hair in attempt to interrupt her rival's destruction of the clothing she would have needed to depart after fighting her opponent, but Anna pushes her off-balance enemy from the bed, causing Sarah to reconsider her tactical response.>>>>>
A: You bitch!!! I'll show you! No one will ever wear these clothes again. Not you, not anyone!!!
S: You classless slut!! Those are irreplaceable items of great sentimental value!!!
A: You speak of class?!? You use a bed as a water closet?!? Did you learn that in Montana?!?
S: You .... You where. You ruin my clothes ... then I ruin yours!!
<<<<Sarah leaps over the bed, shoulder-bumping her stunned enemy, and dashes through the bedroom bathroom, pausing to turn on the water to the bath, and proceeds into the adjoining closet, opening the door violently. As she had hoped, she is presented with an array of underwear, skirts, blouses, and even dresses and gowns, folded on shelves or hung neatly on coat racks and hangers. She begins mindlessly flinging the clothing from the racks onto the floor. She grabs a random handful of items and tosses them into the tub of flowing water, and returns to the closet to grab another batch. As she bends over, the closets owner tackles her, both women falling onto a disheveled pile of items, hands desperately seeking each others' disordered manes of hair.>>>>
<<<<The women wrap their legs around each others' waist, and the catball arrives at a temporary stalemate. The women's faces are inches apart.>>>>
A: You .... criminal .... bitch. He told me what you were capable of, but even I didn't believe him. You belong in prison .... with the gangster trash you've always been.>>>>
S: You speak of prison.... you harbor thoughts of murdering me .... and taking my family ... and my place .... you jealous whore.
A: I'll .... I'll .... break you .... so he can never sleep with you again.
<<<<Anna reaches down beneath her rival's legs with her left hand, alternatively scratching flesh pulling hair. Her rival instinctively responds in kind.>>>>
S: <<<hissing viciously>>> You .... you think with only this part of your body. That's all you're good for ... as the whore to another woman's man.
A: You think of .... sex .... as filthy. Because you know not love. He never loved you, even at the start of your marriage. Your father found him for you. You call me a whore to your husband, but I call you a whore to your father.
S: I dare you to say that again.
A: Sarah's father is her pimp. And she is his whore.
S: Now I know what hate is. I thought I knew before, but I know for certain now. I hate you, and cannot stand knowing you are alive a day longer.
To be continued.....
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INTERLUDE--SARAH'S 1923 MONTANA WHOREHOUSE CATFIGHT
Sarah is acutely aware that Anna has hit a nerve by her Daddy's whore analogy. In an instant, she knows exactly why.
She recalls her father's Teddy Roosevelt/vigorous life upbringing of her from her childhood right thru her college years at Radcliffe. The oddest episode occurred the summer she turned 18, in 1923. Her father began to be less ..... discreet .... with her about his love of the company of flappers and women of I'll rebute out in the Wild West in Billings, Montana. His father's companion for the summer, a young but tough-talking, hard-drinking, cigar-smoking redhead named Bridgette Sarah's chaperone and companion during the days while her father handled banking and railroad and mining business. Sarah found Bridgette fun and uninhibited and naughty, which of course she was.
One night, Sarah heard her father confide in Bridgette that it was "time for Sarah's initiation into catfighting." Initiation?, thought Sarah. Aren't I an expert, from 8 years in exclusive New England boarding schools, with homesick, competitive girls cooped up in tight quarters for months on end. Sarah had of course seen quickly-broken up hairpulls break out. In then, at Montana ranches, she had seen female ranchhands and cowgirls at last given the opportunity to finish what they had started, with fistfights sometimes lasting just 60 seconds, but sometimes going multiple rounds for up to a half hour, one or both women ending up bloodied or bruised.
So, what did Sarah still need to learn about catfighting.
One Monday afternoon Bridgette led Sarah into one of the Billings whorehouses. The Madame greeted Bridgette and Sarah and said, "Well, well, you promised a blonde bombshell, and you weren't exagerrating. So, you're here to catfight one of my girls for an hour, I hear."
Sarah's heart raced. A bell rang, and 12 hooked emerged from the rooms for a lineup. 12 stunning looking beautiful women.
Brdgette said, "Take your time, Sarah. Follow your heart. Whoever you choose will introduce you to the excitement of female catfighting. The real thing. Just you and her."
Sarah locked eyes with another blonde, about her age, who looked at her challengingly. The girl's stare made Sarah soaked between her legs.
" Her," she said. "I want to fight her."
"Good," the blonde hooked replied.
To be continued.....
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INTERLUDE: SARAH'S 1923 CATFIGHT "PRIVATE LESSON"
<<<<From the cathouse lobby,, Bridgette wishes Sarah "Good luck", playfully shouts at Sarah's hooker to "Go easy on her!!!", and Sarah follows her blonde hooker, named 'Clara' (no doubt a pseudonym, inspired by the movie actress Clara Bow) upstairs and into Clara's bedroom. Clara shuts the door behind herself and Sarah, and orders her to "Strip, except for your panties", an order with which Sarah willingly complies. Clara does the same, revealing perfect 34D breasts.
The two face off in the center of the bedroom. Sarah is less nervous than she expected to be. She is pleased with her choice of Clara. >>>>
C: I like to keep things simple. Three rules to real catfighting, hun. One, all real catfights are personal. Two, all real catfights are won or lost on the ground, so have a good ground game. Three, never EVER give the other girl your back. If you do, she can do anything she wants to you. Any questions?
S: Umm, a couple. There's no rule that 'It's not the size of the girl in the fight; it's the size of the fight in the girl?".
C: Good question. Size does matter in a fight. Be careful about fighting outside of your weight class--don't get into it with a much bigger girl if you can avoid it, especially if she's heavier. Especially if she's obviously baiting you--it shows she intends to use her size advantage. And if you have to fight her, catch her by surprise. Other questions?
S: Just one. If you and I fight right now, are you saying it will be personal.
C: Since you're paying for my time, then .... no .... it won't be personal. Just like when a man pays for my time, I don't kiss him on the mouth .... that's too personal. So, although I can teach you some things here this afternoon .... give you tips, give you the sensation of catfighting .... if you're ever in a REAL catfight, don't mistake what you and I do in this hour as the real thing. I make that rule,.... all catfights are personal ..., the NUMBER ONE rule, because we females are sometimes to practical, too collaborative, for our own good. If you ever get into it with another woman .... and I mean .... REALLY GET INTO IT .... make sure you get your head it the right place .... that it's you and her, woman to woman. You need to destroy her. Her body, her mind, her spirit. Because, if your head's not in that place .... and hers is .... she'll win ..... and you',ll lose.
<<<<Sarah can feel her young mind expanding as Clara speaks. She craves to know how Clara has learned so much about catfighting .... and the women Clara has encountered in building her vast wisdom. But, she also knows she only has an hour with Clara. An hour she'd rather spend not talking..... but fighting. Catfighting. If catfights are won on the ground, then why not cut to the chase. Sarah can resist no longer. She tackles Clara .... and takes her down. Somehow, Clara rolls with the tackle, and ends up on top of Sarah. Clara digs her nails into Sarah's breasts. Sarah responds, and is stunned by the firmness of Clara's chest. Clara's flesh smells like an orchard, and Sarah is jealous of how eaily men must be aroused by laying intimately with Clara. Sarah is unable to displace Clara off of her.>>>>
C: Use all four limbs in a ground fight. Use your legs. Don't let me stay on top of you. Every second matters.
<<<<<Sarah realizes that her legs are passively spread on the ground. She bends her knees, and drives them ferociously into Clara's spine. Clara emits grunts of pain, which excite Sarah.>>>>
C: That's the right idea. But that's still just your knees. Use your whole legs. Get me off of you.
<<<<Sarah uses her thighs to wrap her whole right leg over Clara's face and neck. She then pushes down, and sits up, raking desperately at Clara's face and chest. But Clara's legs are now free, and she heels Sarah in the jaw, and slaps Sarah in the face, and recounts her.>>>>>
C: Even when you have the initiative, you still need to play defense. Never let your guard down, even when you're making an offensive move.
<<<<Sarah pauses briefly to gather herself, and resumes kneeing Clara's back and kicking her face, but this time with her right and left arms raised as protection against Clara's inevitable retaliation. When it comes, Sarah is ready, and she deflects the blows. She then falls upon her sparring partner, intending to mount her, and momentarily succeeding, until Clara grabs Sarah's hair and pulls Sarah down on top of her. Sarah feels her breasts lined up on Clara's, and their faces come together.>>>>>
C: You're a natural student at catfighting.
S: You're a great teacher.
C: Got an apple for your teacher?
<<<<Clara rams her tongue into Sarah's mouth. Sarah craves to have her breasts carcassed by Clara's, and grinds their upper bodies together rhythmically. Sarah desperately answers Clara's kisses by flicking Clara's tongue with her own. The two kiss for five minutes straight. Sarah pulls back and faces Clara.>>>>
C: Ride my face, Sarah. That's what I do when I win a catfight.
S: If that's what you then .... then I'll do it, too.
<<<<Sarah's only regret is that her father only bought her an hour with Clara. In 1947, she will make sure to leave ..... two hours .... for her catfight with Anna.>>>>>
To be continued.....
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WOW!!
what a great, HOT story
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INTERLUDE #2: ANNA'S 1932 CATFIGHT AT BRYN MAWR
<<<<As Sarah and Anna remain in a catball stalemate in a semi-dark New Your City snowed-in apartment in 1947, Anna, the mistress in the titanic showdown matchup, also seeks strength by drawing upon her experiences from a catfight in her youthful days, which also occurred at age 18, her sophomore year at Bryn Mawr College, one of the Seven Sisters colleges of its day.>>>>
<<<<Bryn Mawr in 1932, the height of the despair of the Great Depression, was a time of lowered expectations for the privileged co-eds, as their parents adjusted to reduced circumstances, and their offspring to broken engagements when fathers-of-brides-to-be were unable to guarantee dowries, and young men themselves were unable to secure gainful enough employment to propose marriage.>>>>>
<<<<Many social mixers thus buzzed with elevated tension, as co-eds competed for and sought out the ever-dwindling supply of marriagable bachelors.>>>>>
<<<One night at a sorority dance, Anna, as a sophomore, served as a hostess for the junior and senior co-eds striving to dance with UPenn fraternity members. Her thick brunette mane, as it always did in Reading, drew the jealous glares of the co-eds and the lustful attentions of the males. She danced many more waltzes than most of the juniors and seniors, and walked out with more phone numbers. The next Saturday morning, she made the mistake of walking back from the lobby unaccompanied, and was confronted by two junior blondes.>>>>
B1: Hey, sophomore. <<<angrily>>>>
A: Yes? Or,. ... how do you know I'm a sophomore?
B2: You're the bitch that crashed the mixer last night.
A: I beg your pardon, I was a volunteer at that mixer.
B1: Then why were you dancing there, bitch?
A: I'll ask you to stop using that word. Bryn Mawr ladies don't use it on each other.
B2: Bryn Mawr ladies understand seniority. Carry my books, sophomore. <<Bryn Mawr women must always carry books when asked by upperclassmen. The privilege is rarely invoked, but in 1932, universally obeyed.>>>>
A: Since you ask, I'll carry yours.... but not ... HERS.
B1: If you won't carry mine .... <<<<the blonde gets nose to nose with Anna>>>> ..... then I'll carry yours. <<<<The first blonde tears Anna's textbook and notebook from her grasp. Anna's notepaper goes flying in the autumn Pennsylvania breeze. It is pointless to chase after them.>>>>
A: That represented two hours of Plato study in the library, that I shall have to repeat tonight or tomorrow. I demand an apology. <<<Anna steps forward into the first blonde's face.>>>>
B1: Oh, that's a good one sophomore. If I don't apologize?
A: Then I'm prepared to force one with my fists, which I assure you I am able and willing to use.
<<<<<A female faculty member exiting the library sees the 3 women in a circle, and asks if there is a problem.>>>>
B2: My sorority sister and this .... sophomore .... were just settling a dispute over Plato, Professor Morgan.
Morgan: Ah, such youthful impetuousness!!!!! Just be sure to settle the question without making such a scene. <<<<winks at the coeds, and walks away>>>>
<<<The three women wait for a resumption of privacy.>>>>
B1: She's right, sophomore. Let's settle this. But not in the open. Our sorority house is 5 blocks this way.
A: I thought you'd never ask.
To be continued.....
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I love this story so far!
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INTERLUDE #2 CONTINUED; ANNA'S BRYN MAWR CATFIGHT WITH A SORORITY RIVAL
<<<<Anna has accepted a challenge to fight on an enemy's home turf, but she has little choice. At Bryn Mawr, co-eds who allow themselves to be bullied once by upperclassmen become a target for ceaseless bullying, but those who show backbone and stand up for themselves are left alone. Anna must ensure she ends up in the latter category. She has seen freshman and sophomore coeds driven to disenroll by bullying. Plus, she's pissed about the destruction of her Plato notes.>>>>
<<<<<Anna has had fistfights throughout high school in her father's Reading hay barn, and in horse corrals on the surrounding county, so as long as the sorority sisters in the fight stand aside and do not jump in, as long as the fight is an honorable one, she is confident the morning will end ok.>>>>>
<<<<To gain further intelligence about the battle to which she is currently marching, Anna slips open the cover of the textbook she has been required to open to see its owner's name. SAULSBURY. Her hands turn clammy cold. Last night at the dance, the drunken UPenn name with him she had heavily petted, with tongue, had said he was engaged, by arranged family marriage, to a blonde Bryn Mawr junior named Saulsbury, and that the two had scandalously engaged in unchaperoned visits, which included intercourse with "pulling out", behavior which would have shocked their families and been grounds to terminate the engagement if disclosed. Anna was envious of the blonde for how far she had gone with the boy sexually, having herself in Reading gotten no further than mutual touching under the clothes. She craved to know the feeling of a hardened 'cock', and told her UPenn dance partner in the basement last night. He showed her, and Anna loved the feeling. She came to organize as he pulled out and came between her thighs, and Anna made a 'date' for this Saturday for him to do the same to her.>>>>>
<<<<She stares at the Saulsbury girl who has baited her this morning in new eyes. Their confrontation this morning was intentional. The blonde saw Anna dancing with her fiancee last night, and is jealous. But now Anna is jealous too. And agree at the setup under false pretenses.>>>>
<<<<The 3 coeds are in a small wooded area, out of sight from the main campus. She whips down the junior's textbook.>>>>
A: Miss Saulsbury, I demand you stop.
B1: I do nothing because you demand it. Pick my book up now.
A: Miss Saulsbury, I fucked your fiance last night.
B2: You're engaged?!?!?!?
B1: Anna, you're just trying to avoid our fight at the sorority house.
A: To the contrary, I willingly fight you, but here and now. And under proper pretences, not false ones.
<<<<The two women raise their fists.>>>>
B1: The pretences are, you have besmirched the honor of a proper gentleman.
A: He is no gentleman, he is a lush, but a great lay.
B1: You liar, there's no way he gave you his cock.
A: He did, and is doing so again Saturday.
B1: He ..... couldn't have fucked you last night.... he fucked me.
<<<<Anna turns beet red in anger.>>>
B2: You 2 faced the same man in one night?? Wait till the girls at the house hear this.
<<<<<Anna and the Saulsbury coed drop their fist and sink their nails into each others' scalps. Entire tufts of their brunette and blonde manes find their way to the ground. The 2 girls shriek in jealousy, and roll to the ground, both women tearing furiously at hair and flesh. Neither woman is able to sustain a mounted position, as both are skilled equestrians and know how to use their legs. Both women are soon bleeding from the face from scratches. The witnessing blonde is transfixed by the female fury happening at her feet, wondering if she should intervene to aid her sorority sister, or to allow the 2 combatants to finish their fight. She asks her sorority sister, who yells at her 'Get help, get help,' so Anna knows she has only minutes to finish the fight before her and her enemy are separated. She is aroused from the thought of last night's sex, and the opportunity for more in a week. She senses her enemy's weakness at having cried for help, and mounts her. She rocks back and forth on her sobbing enemy, arousing herself further, and cumming in ecstacy. She gathers her books, fixes her clothes, wiping her face on her enemy's clothes, and walks back to her dorm. Her roommate isn't home, and she masturbates herself to further orgasms.>>>>
<<<The next Saturday, she fucks the UPenn boy. He doesn't pull out. He tells her the Saulsbury engagement is cancelled.>>>>
A: Good. I'm glad.
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ANNA'S AND SARAH'S SEX LIVES
Anna and the sorority girl she fought were of course expelled from Bryn Mawr the next week. Professor Morgan saw Anna in Philosophy class with large scratches on her face and back, and large chunks of her thick brunette mane missing. "Ah, the impetuousness of youth. Like Helena and Hermia in 'A Midsummer Night's Dream', I see you and that blonde girl settled your differences in a catfight." A member of the school's peer honor committee overheard her, and launched a weeks-long investigation.
The honor committee could tolerate 2 women catfighting--it happened regularly at Bryn Mawr. What it could not, and did not tolerate, was two coeds fucking the same man in one night. And that's who Anna would forever be at Bryn Mawr--linked permanently with the blonde junior whose fiancee she fucked in the basement of the dance hall.
Anna went home to her father in Reading--with hundreds of dollars spent on tuition during the peak of the Great Depression, and no degree to show for it. Anna set to work helping her father manage her horses--and looking for men to fuck. Fucking a man for as few as 30 seconds was enough to bring Anna to orgasm. She loved how men loved her thick brunette hair, and she grew it to her waist to attract them. Her father loved how when Anna was in a meeting with him and a client, the client's payment terms became generous--if Anna was allowed to entertain the man afterwards.
As World War II started, it became harder to find men to fuck. Anna decided to start going-steady with a certain man.
In 1939, a married man from New York, Sarah's husband, came to Reading. Anna and he fucked his first night there, and spoke of Anna's catfight expulsion from Bryn Mawr. The husband spoke of his sharp-tongued wife back home, and her youthful trips to Montana to fight bar maids, coal miner's daughters, railroad rest stop waitresses, and hookers. Anna became jealous at Sarah's fight experiences, and resumed her teenage practice of engaging in haybarn and corral fights around Reading. She enjoyed the frequent trips to Reading by the New York businessman, and they fucked to stories of Anna's haybarn fights, and Sarah's Montana fights. His fucking of Anna stood out versus all the other fucking she did, and she fell in love with him.
> Who fucks better, me or your wife.
> You cum harder than her. And faster.
> But who fucks better?
> When she's happy--you. When she's crabby--her.
> How does she fuck when she's crabby.
> She hate fucks. She takes the initiative a rides me.
> Who would win a fight between me and her?
> If it was just a random fight? You. If it was because she found about you and me? Her. Hell, she might kill you.
> I have an intense fucking scenario that you and I haven't done yet.
> I though we've done them all.
> All but one.
> Which one is that?
> She fucks you. Then the same night, I fuck you.
> And she finds out.
> And?
> And she tries to kill me.
> How often do you fantasize about that?
> Every night you're not here.
> How's the fucking?
> Sublime. Transforming. Mind-blowing.
> And who wins the fight?
> She fights like a hell cat. But I kill her.
> Which gets you off more in the fantasy? The fucking or the fight?
> No offense..... but the fight. And it's not even close.
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1946, SARAH AND BRIDGETTE REUNITE
<<<<<By 1946, World War II had come and gone, and Sarah's father had become a widower. He was now able to live openly with Sarah's Montana chaperone and companion, the Irish woman Bridgette, who had also become Sarah's father's trusted business associate and personal assistant. Sarah and Bridgette made a point to visit anytime business brought Bridgette to New York, and Sarah considered Bridgette one of her most trusted friends. Even at age 47, Bridgette maintained a youthful figure, and thick Irish red hair which she still wore long. Her face had no a single wrinkle, as her youthful upbringing in Big Sky country paid benefits in her middle age.>>>>>
<<<<In November 1946, they met for lunch at a New York restaurant.
After catching up on Sarah's father, and Sarah's growing high school children, the conversation turned to Sarah's personal life. >>>>>
B: How's your marriage? How's everything in the bedroom?
S: The bedroom part is still pretty good ... when he's around.
B: He's still taking <<<<air quotes>>>> "business trips"?? With a girl in every port??
S: Funny you bring that up. I think there's something going on.
B: Oh?? Some intrigue in Casa Sarah?
S: Around three years ago, I found a picture in his suitcase of a brunette in Reading. Reading, Pennsylvania.
Very pretty, thick brunette hair. I just got a bad feeling about her--women's intuition, ya know? Oh, in fact, here it is.
B: Goodness, she IS pretty. Did you confront him?
S: No, because I had my 20th Radcliffe reunion coming up. I knew a classmate in Philly had married a man who was in Reading regularly. She did some snooping around for me, and I found out she's the daughter of a Reading horse breeder. My husband was still making trips to Reading, so she promised to keep asking around about him, and a few weeks ago, she found out the Dad, he's selling out to a developer.
B: Oh, good. No more trips to Reading.
S: No good. The dad took the money from the land. And the daughter, my completion, took the money from the horses ... and is looking to buy a place in New York.
B: What the fuck?? Is she pursuing your husband?? Or are they just setting up a love nest here?? He wouldn't leave you, would he??
S: Our money is my father's. He can't afford to leave me. You don't think she made enough from the horses to be independent, do you??
B: Not in New York City. Odd that she would choose to move here. Does HE know she's moving here??
S: I don't want him to know that I know all this. So we haven't talked about it.
B: You're obviously going to confront her, right?
S: That's why I'm glad you're here. Do I do it before she moves? After she moves?
B: Let the bitch blow her cash buying a place here. Then kick her ass. Best of both worlds--she's beaten, and she's poor. She'll crawl back to Reading with her tail between her legs.
S: The thought of confronting her ... once I start hitting her ... I'm not sure I'll be able to stop.
B: Then don't. This bitch has it coming, if ever any bitch did. You'll let me know what happens, right??
S: Of course. I tell you everything! You're like a big sister.
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JANUARY 1947
SATURDAY BEFORE THE VISIT
SARAH-BRIDGETTE PHONE CALL
B: Hello?
S: Thank God you're there! I'm crawling the walls!
B: Oh no, why? What's going on?
S: She's here! His whore! She's inthe City! She bought and moved in. My Philly classmate from Radcliffe told me--her husband knows a real estate attorney.
B: That bitch! She moves so fast. Do you know the address??
S: 3rd Avenue! 8 blocks from here. Walking distance, basically, once spring gets here.
B: Does she think you're going to ... share him, or something? Does she think you still don't sleep with him??
S: Bridgette, it has to be the money. It HAS to be. What are horses and equipment going for?? Were there other .... investments .... assets?? Rare painting?? Old Masters?? A Rembrandt?? Bridgette, what is it?? Why is she being so bold?? Who does that? WHO???
B: Don't give her too much credit. The city is YOUR backyard, Sarah. Your turf. Wait for her to fuck up. Then pounce.
S: I can't wait. I'm sooo ... mad. And horny. Bridgette, WHY am I horny??
B: Territoriality, Sarah. It's normal. Defending what's yours. Go with it. Channel it. Kick her ass, but on your terms, your timeline. She's out of her league.
S: But .... is she. Do she and him have something planned???
B: There's no way. She's over her head. Sarah, take a chill. Do you want me to drive over there, to her??
S: I don't know her unit number, even her floor.
B: Ok, but want me to .... scope out the lobby??
S: I can't ask you to do that. Not yet. I'll find out ... if he goes over there. If he even knows she's hear.
B: This sucks. I'm sorry, baby.
S: It DOES suck. She sucks. That whore.
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SARAH'S SUNDAY QUARREL WITH HER HUSBAND
<<<<It's a frigid January Sunday morning, shortly before 8am. Sarah and her husband are smoking while laying in bed, having just fucked deeply, intensely, and enthusiastically for about 4 hours, much longer by a long shot than their typical lovemaking session.>>>>
Him: Whew! That was epic.... are you sure you're finished?
Her: Yes, darling, you did your duty. Consider me satisfied. Any longer and the skin on my thighs would start to peel. That was magnificent. Thank you for .... waiting for me .... before you came.
Him: The secret is early morning fucking. We should do it more often.
Her: I propose .... tomorrow morning. I'll get up at 3am if I need to. I need to fuck you ... just ..... like .... that.
Him: Yes, let's ..... Oh, shit. I forgot. I need to leave for Albany tonight for two days. Monday and Tuesday morning.
Her: What the fuck???? Albany???
Him: Yes, shit, it came up at the last minute Friday.
Her: I don't like all this travel.
Him: I have no choice. If I say no, they'll replace me with one of the officers back from war. There's a lot of them, you know. An army of them, pun intended.
Her: Well, I'm not happy. Does the driver know to take you to Penn Station? What time do you leave?
Him: No, no, I'm leaving from Grand Central Station, not Penn Station. I'm taking the New York Central, not the Penn RailRoad.
Her: <<<<suspiciously>>>> Since when do you take the New York Central to Albany??
Him: <<<<Looking obtuse, realizing he has slipped>>>> .... ummmm ...
Her: <<<<Challengingly>>>> I think the last few years you told me you were in Albany, you were actually going to Reading .... ON TOP of the Reading trips you DID tell me about ....
Him: Sarah, you don't know....
Her: I hate being lied to. I know about HER, you know.
Him: WHO?!?
Her: Anna. Your solution Anna. You forget, my Radcliffe friend, Margaret, is married to a Reading banker.
Him: <<<<thinking>>>>
Her: I know .... ANOTHER FACT .... about her as well.
Him: <<<<thinking, sweating>>>>
Her: That she just bought a place HER .... IN MANHATTAN!!! Was that you're doing??
Him: It wasn't. I swear!!!
Her: Good, then perhaps I'll visit her .... and tell her she's not welcome here. I'll be the un-welcome wagon. I'll do it while you're gone.
Him: Do NOT go to her!!
Her: Why NOT???? IS she welcome here??
Him: She is NOT.
Her: Then why should I not visit her??
Him: Because ..... you visiting her is what she wants!!
Her: To do what???
Him: To .... to FIGHT you.
Her: But I will win any fight which happens with her. Do you question that?? Knowing me??
Him: Yes, I do question it, even knowing you. She has been in fights. And more than a few. Sarah, I worry.
Her: What she would do to me?? Or I to her??
Him: Her to you, of course! Why would you ask that??
Her: I do not share your worry.
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SUNDAY AFTERNOON, SARAH'S NEW YOUR CITY APARTMENT
<<<<Sarah's husband has departed for his 3-day 2-night business trip to Albany. Sarah, distressed over the news of Anna's establishment of in Manhattan, and unable to bear the thought of 2 nights alone in her apartment, has begged her father's personal assistant Bridgette to take the train from Boston, with 2 nights of clothes, so that Sarah can have companionship until her husband's return.>>>>>
<<<<There is a knock at the door to Sarah's apartment. It's Bridgette, with a suitcase. The two women hug.>>>>>
S: Thank God Thank God Thank God you cam. I've been climbing the walls. Come, let's on the couch.
B: I've been agitated as well. I had a horrid thought on the train. Sarah, you don't suppose..... you don't suppose that Anna is .... accompanying your husband to Albany, do you??
S: Oh, shit .... that wicked bitch .... I wouldn't put anything past her. Do you suppose they are on the train, right now, from the City to Albany?? To fuck for 2 nights in Albany??
B: There's a way .... there's a way we can check .... Let's go to her place tomorrow ..... I'll drive you .... let's go over to her place, and ask in the lobby if she's home. I know the building, it has a doorman. If she left, on an overnight trip, she will have left word with the doorman.
S: Yes, yes .... let's go over tomorrow. But Bridgette .... what if we ask if she's home .... and the doorman says, "Yes, she is." What do we do then??
B: I will go up with you .... to her floor .... to her door .... to her apartment .... her WHORE'S nest .... where she intends to fuck him ....UNDER YOUR NOSE, Sarah .... to fuck him blocks from your home with him..... and we will confront her. We will show her what happens to bitches like her. And we will destroy her possessions and clothes as well.
S: The thought... gets me so horny. I want to .... just with one change.
B: What change.
S: If there is to be a confrontation..... I must do it alone. Please drive me. And please accompany me back here afterwards. But I must face her alone. I must fight her alone. She and I must eventually fight. Let it be tomorrow. If she has decided to not fuck him in Albany.
B: I will help you. I will drive. Ask anything of me, Sarah.
S: Bridgette, you can help in one more way. But please don't consider this request ... perverted.
B: Ask anything.
S: When we were young .... before my marriage. And my father had you "teach me" how to kiss boys .... by kissing you .... I have a confession to make. I already knew how to kiss boys---I had done it many times.
B: I already knew--you were 19 and 20 years old by then, after all.
S: That's not the confession.
B: What's .... the confession??
S: When you and I would kiss .... it would turn me on. I would masturbate myself to orgasm for days afterwards to the memory of your tongue kisses with me.
B: Those kisses .... they turned me on as well. You are a passionate ???? kisser.
S: Bridgette .... can we kiss now? Will you sleep in my bed tonight? I'm so fucking horny, I want to fuck you.
B: I will. I will fuck you. Your fight with Anna makes me so horny, I'll do anything.
S: Why aren't we kissing yet?
B: Come over here. Now.
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<<<<<Anna's apartment: Sarah's husband and Anna are getting dressed after fucking.>>>>
Him: Ready to go to Albany for two more night of fucking??
Anna: I want to .... but there's something I want more. Your bitch wife..... does she really know my address?
Him: She really does.
Anna: What if .... what if she comes over here .... while you are in Albany??
Him: You're afraid of your coming to Albany with me being discovered.
Anna: No. How can you ask that?
Him: Then, what??? What's the problem.
Anna: I'm afraid of missing the opportunity to .... fight her.
Him: You's rather fight her than fuck me?
Anna: Honey, I've told you that. Fucking you is wonderful. But a fight with Sarah ..... I must do it. I must.
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SARAH AND BRIDGETTE'S MAKEOUT SESSION
<<<<<The Sunday evening before Sarah's confrontational visit with Anna, she and her childhood companion/life-coach Bridgette engage in an intense make-out session on Sarah's couch. Intense closed- and open-mouthed kissing transitions to mutual breast fondling and kissing, and the two inspects the scratch and bite scars on each others' chests and sides from prior catfights the two have engaged in with rivals in the recent and distant past.>>>>
> A girl actually bit you there once??
> Yes, what a bitch.
> What did you do to her?
> I got on top of her, reverse straddled her, and scratched her between the legs.
> That turns me on, that you and her were doing that to each other.
> It turns me, what you and Anna will do to each other tomorrow, if she's home.
> Think she'll actually ..... fight back?
> If she moved to New York, she wants to fight you.
> Have you moved somewhere .... to fight a woman? A specific, particular woman?
> Yes. An old score that needed to be settled. Over a man, plus she testified against me.
> Did she testify against you to .... provoke you?
> Most likely.
> Would you have fought her .... without that? Just over the man?
> I would have fought her even without us move having the same man. Would you fight Anna without her bedding your husband? And hermoving to the city?
> I hardly know her ... just the picture, and that she is from Reading. And yet I already know that yes, yes I would fight her.
> For what reasons?
> To prove to her that ... I am the better woman. The better lover. That my summer fight experiences were superior to hers. Superior ... that's the word. To prove my superiority over her .... to her. So that she would know.
> You are certainly the better kisser.
> Kiss me Brdgette.
> Where?
> Every where.
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looking foward to the finish
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SARAH-ANNA CONCLUSION
<<<<Sarah and Anna remained tangled in a catball stalemate on the closet floor, remaining content to slash large gashes in each others' flesh until exhaustion can open an opportunity for an advantage for one of the jealous rivals. The two women hiss angrily in each others' faces.>>>>>>
> You pathetic tramp, I'll make you regret coming to New York.
> I'm already love it here. I have no intention of leaving.
> It's MY home. I will never give it up to YOU, slut.
> What? What is that under us again?? Did you pee again, you gutter tramp??
> I didn't .... did you?? ..... is it? .... It's coming from the tub ... the tub is overflowing.
> You WHORE!!!! You jealous jealous whore! You will not be content until my entire apartment is ruined!!! Let me up! Let me up, whore, so I can turn of the tub!
> Get me off of you if you want to get up!!
<<<<<Rather than scratching and elbowing each other, the women are now struggling in a different way. Anna is trying to get to her feet, every second she fails causing water damage to her new bathroom and walls. Sarah is content to hold her enemy pinned to the ground, grabbing her host's in whatever wrestling hold is presented to her by her enemy's twisting body.>>><
<<<<Anna senses the tactical advantage her rival's now has, and her need to change her battle plan. She relaxes her body, so that Sarah relaxes hers. She embarks on a plan to win the battle, and the war, by subterfuge. She seductively whispers into Sarah's ear.>>>>
> Sarah .... I'm so fucking turned on... this fight is sexy as fuck .... don't you think? <<< Anna caresses Sarah's pussy.>>>> You're so fucking wet, I can tell you feel it too.
> I do, Anna. I do. This whole .... afternoon ... has been so fucking sexy. <<<<Sarah feels Anna's pushy with her hand.>>>> I can't believe a woman who ..... looks like you .... can fight like you do.
> I can't believe a woman as wealthy as you, can fight like you do. Kiss me, Sarah. Kiss me like you kiss your husband.
<<<<Sarah buries her tongue deep into Anna's mouth. Anna pushes back with her tongue, not letting Sarah dominate the pace. The two women's hands simultaneously penetrate each others' pussies.>>>>
> Put your whole hand in Sarah. Your whole hand.
> Only if ... only if you do the same Anna.
> Yyessss yesss.... Sarah this is so fucking hot.
> Anna I'm so fucking turned on .... get me over the top Anna, please .... please faster faster faster.
> You too Sarah ..... harder faster ..... harder faster .... harder faster.
> Tell me how rich I am again....
> Sarah .... you're so fucking rich ..... tell me how pretty I am....
> Anna ...... you have the prettiest hair of any woman I've ever seen ..... Any man would love to fuck you .... any woman would want to fight you....
> Aaaaaaaaaaa iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii eeeeeeeee iiiiiiii eeeeeeeeeee Sarah, I can't stop cumming ..... I can't aaaaaa eeeeee
<<<<Sarah mounts Anna's hips, and grinds her hips into Anna's. She is frustrated by her inability to climax, and by Anna's waves of orgasms.>>>>
> Well well Anna. You can't stop doing THAT. Well, I can't stop doing THIS.
Sarah punches Anna in the face.
And does it again.
And does it again.
And does it again.
And Again.
Anna's face and nose open up with large cuts.
> I hate you, you bitch.
Sarah winds up with her right hand to resume pummeling her defeated foe.
But her hand is grabbed by Bridgette, who has entered the apartment, and found the two brawling women.
B: She's done, Sarah. You won. Don't kill her--your husband needs you. I need you.
S: Bridgette?? Did you just get here??
B: Hell, no. I busted in the door as soon as you two hellcats went in the bedroom. Peeing on her bed!!! Good one, Sarah.
S: If she had started winning, would you have .... let her???
B: I knew she wouldn't.
S: What do we do now??
B: Let's go home .... and get you cleaned up .... then get you .... messy <<<winks>>> again. Your husband comes back tomorrow. You've got lots to tell him.
THE END