Erin Vs Kate: Episode One - A Moving Encounter

[Dicey]

"Ugh I think this is the last one" I say; As I carefully hand over the last of my packing crates to Franky from Ajax removals. Franky nods with acknowledgment and carefully passes the crate to Harry for final loading onto the removal van. With the first part of our business concluded today; my eyes wander and I glance down for a final survey of Franky's rather sweet behind. While I could never see myself dating a man like Franky; I have to admit that as eye candy he was hard to beat. As I indulge in voyeuristic fantasy I'm joined by Heather and Suzy.

"Hmm he does have a sweet ass. I wonder if he's taken?" Says Suzy

"I will tell you later Suzy when I give him a call" replies a very satisfied looking Heather.

"Omg Heather; you slut!" Replies an annoyed Suzy.

"Oh Suzy...are we really going to do this on Kate's last day with us?" Says a cool and defiant Heather. But before Suzy can respond; I intervene and cool the temperature...a little.

"Heather not today; you promised to behave and so did you Suzy. Come on this is our last day living together. Let's end it the right way...please?"

Suzy and Heather nod in agreement and take turns to hug the stuffing out of me; which I enjoyed immensely.

*CLATTER*

The sound of Franky shutting the van's doors startles us three friends and with clipboard in hand; Frankly approaches me. While a disheveled looking Harry gets behind the wheel and starts revving the engine. I quickly review and sign the receipt of goods record in triplicate and check the delivery address.

"Yes, this all seems right Franky. Apartment 111B - Perfect. Now I get the keys at 10:00am; so can you have everything unloaded by say 10:30am?"

"Not a problem Kate; no problem at all. I will see you at 10:30am"

Franky treats us girls to a final smile and then runs over to the van. A collective sigh from us three spectators...followed by a giggle lightens the moment. As we watch Franky's sweet ass depart with the van that contained all my worldly goods. I turn to Heather and Suzy and I give them both a tearful a quick peck on the cheek and take my turn to hug the stuffing out of them. We chat and reminisce together and then 20 minutes later my taxi finally pulls up.

I take a second to have a final look at my old apartment and gaze fondly at Heather and Suzy.

"Bye girls and please behave without me and if you don't. You better message me later and tell me who won?" I say with a devilish smile plastered across my face. Neither Heather or Suzy reply to my comment but their eyes tell me everything. I climb into the taxi and lower the window as I wave to my friends:

I shout out to them: "I'll call you later once I'm settled - Byeeee"

With that my taxi pulls away and I glance over my shoulder at my old home. I shake my head and smile as Suzy and Heather begin to push each other. I smile as I think to myself:

"I'm going to miss those bitches."

The trip over to me new apartment was much longer than I had planned. Once again the city were digging new pot holes in the road; rather than filling the ones that already existed. Temporary traffic lights seemed to be everywhere and to make matters worse; it was starting to rain.

The journey seemed to last forever and to my horror It's closer to 11:00am when my Taxi finally pulls up and out front on the kerb I see far too many identical looking packing crates and with no van in sight; it was clear Franky had already departed. I quickly pay the Taxi driver and jump out into the rain. Some of the packing crates I definitely recognise as mine. Others might be mine? And some were definitely nothing to do with me.

"Fucking Franky!" I exclaim in anger; as the rain keeps on falling. But then I notice a paper delivery note from Ajax; I grab the note and proceed to hastily read it:

"Kate; sorry about the clusterfuck. But the building's manager would only allow me to place your electrical's and high value items in reception. It seems another tenant is moving in today and she needed the space for her electrical's etc. I tried to reason with him; but he would not allow me to take your stuff directly to your room. Really sorry things turned out like this Kate. Best of luck - Franky"

Flustered but relieved that my valuables were inside, I scan the combined pile of packing crates. I think to myself:

"Fair is fair; at least my valuables are safe and whoever else is moving in today. That poor bitch is in the same boat."

Then suddenly I recognise four rain soaked packing crates and my heart sinks and my soul turns a poisonous shade of black:

"My wardrobe...FUCK!!! Franky...my dresses! How could you!" I squeal in horror.

Now in a state of full panic I run inside and sign for my apartment keys. As I do so the building manager makes it clear that no more packing crates are to be left in reception. I hastily nod along as the pedantic building manager decides now's the appropriate time to lecture me about all the buildings regulations. Now frustrated beyond any level I've ever experienced; I bite my tongue; before grabbing the keys out of his hand and sprinting outside to the kerb. As I run out my shoulder's brush lightly against some blonde woman running into the manager's office. Neither of us pay any attention to each other; as clearly we both had more important things to deal with.

Outside I reach down to grab a packing crated filled with my precious dresses. However placed on top of my packing crate; was a similar packing crate with handwriting I did not recognise. I scan the nearby area but between muddy grass and water logged gutters; I saw no appropriate space. In the end I place the box labelled Versace onto the muddy grass and retrieve my own precious packing crate. With crate in hand I run to the elevator and once again my shoulder's brush against those of my fellow tenant who was hastily heading to the kerb.

Inside I frantically hit the call elevator button.

"Come on; come on will you!" I mutter to myself. Eventually the elevator comes and I leap onboard and press the button for the eleventh floor. But as the doors close I'm sure I hear a female voice behind me?

The elevator seemed to take forever to reach the eleventh floor but finally it arrives. As the doors open I run down the hall to my apartment 111B. I place my packing crate outside my apartment and I try the lock...but to my dismay the key would not turn. I try again and again! Still the door would not open. It is at this moment I examine the keys and see 111A.

FUCK!!! I exclaim; as I run to the elevator. Seeing the elevator was on its way down; I reluctantly run down 11 flights of stairs to the building manager's office. He takes the keys and looks rather embarrassed; as he explains:

"Sorry Kate; I gave you the wrong keys. I suppose Erin has yours. I suggest you wait here for Erin to realise the mix up. Anyway how about a nice cup of tea while we wait?"

A nice cup of tea while we wait...those words cut me deeply; while my precious dry cleaning only gets ever more wet. I lean against the wall in the building manager's office; as I hold my head in despair and impatiently await your arrival.

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[Erin Lee]

The day arrives, it's a day i've been looking forward to for....well ages really. You see, my life hasn't always been easy. You look at me, a reasonably pretty 26 year old sometimes blonde sometimes brunette and you think, this girl can prolly get whatever she wants whenever she wants. But you'd be wrong. Purely by chance, blasting through my Apple airpods into the deeper recesses of my mind is the Bonnie Tyler song *Total Eclipse of the Heart*

I used to live with my girlfriend, yes i did say girlfriend, guys are not for me. I tried one once but i didn't like the aftertaste. Anywhoo, I lived with my girlfriend name of Carys. Year younger than me, 5'8" and a curvy 36-24-36. Red head...and a total bitch. Now, course i didn't know what a big bitch she was when we hooked up, she was sweet as apple pie but a few months in she turned bitter as a lemon meringue pie minus the meringue. Bitch cleaned out my bank account, turned out she hadn't been paying the rent on our apartment either even though she eagerly took my half of the money.

I got back from work one day to find the apartment stripped, cleaned out of every stick of furniture. I just stood in the middle of the room with tears rolling down my cheeks, i had hit rock bottom and kept on going. When you get to the bottom though there is only one way to go and that's back up.

So after agreeing a payment schedule with the landlord and passing Carys details to the local fuzz i went and hired a caravan, a rather old delapidated caravan. In a way i was lucky, not so long ago i passed my BSc and got a job working for the NHS. Not overly well paid but it was a job where i actually felt useful. So i had a roof, a bed, enough cash to keep myself fed and clothed and as time passed i managed to save up a tidy sum. Main aim, get a decent apartment.

And that dear readers is exactly what i got, apartment 111A in Bayside Towers. I hired a removals company to pack up all my stuff. Yes i had managed to replenish my furniture, clothes and my odds and ends so by the time all my goods were boxed i had quite the pile of boxes. It's ofter said you don't realise what you have till you come to move and i reckon that's true.

So you see dear reader, this was the start of my new life. I hopped into the removals van, no i hadn't yet managed to buy a car, a decent place to live being far more important. We arrived just after 10.15am. The weather was overcast, the sky a threatening grey, the wind was picking up, most definately not the sort of day you want to be hanging around outside. We started unloading the van only to be confronted by the most miserable sour faced, two bit no good concierge you could have the displeasure of meeting. "Oh you can't bring all those boxes into the foyer little miss" and i swear he even smirked as he said it. "You'll have to leave them outside till you can take them to your apartment" I considered a swift kick to his man vegetables but decided this prolly wasn't a good idea, however he did relent and let me bring the electricals inside.

At this point my removal van scarpered and another one turned up. I heard the poor excuse for a human being tell the driver he had 10 minutes to empty the van and clear off and at this point it began to rain. So rather like mine he allowed the electricals to be dumped in the foyer. This is when this...this...this bitch i now know as Katie turned up in her pretty car and gawd did this bitch have an attitude, i could see we were going to get on well...NOT!!

She spent a few futile minutes argueing with the doorperson (Staying woke here, but it won't happen again) then she started running in and out and i swear she bumped shoulders with me every chance she got. Give her the benefit and all that, but she seemed to take some pleasure out of it. Anyway, i grabbed the lift and hauled some of my boxes up to room 111A only to find that the key i was given was clearly the wrong one. Blowing out my cheeks i opened the box i brought up to get a towel to dry myself only to find it wasn't my box at all, it must be hers. I was sorely tempted to toss the whole thing over the bannister, but being a nice person i carried it back down in the lift and dropped it by her feet. Now it seems she had already been to her apartment as she was in a fine state, she had my key, i had hers. She was leaning against the wall in the managers office drinking a tea with her pinkie pointing up like some right snobby tart. I could see we were heading for a confrontation, but not right now. I tossed the keys at the doorman, got my keys in return.."Idiot" i mumbled as i grabbed a box, MY box and back up in the lift i went. Now by nature i'm a peaceful soul but this Katie had got well and truely under my skin, so i wedged the lift door open so she couldn't get it back down and with a lil giggle i let myself into apartment 111A

[Erin Lee]

Alone in apartment 111A. All my boxes stacked in the hallway. First things first, find the kettle, the teabags and milk and have a lovely mug of the warming brew while i run todays events over in my mind. The concierge i will deal with at some point, his stupidity caused some of my boxes to be soaked through and there was clearly plenty of room in the foyer to accommodate both my boxes and the boxes of that stuck up bitch Katie. Which brings me to a more pressing lil problem, how to deal with said Katie.

After warming myself with the tea and turning up the central heating i start to unpack my boxes. This, as you might imagine takes quite some time and then it hits me, figuratively speaking that there is a box missing, a box i had marked as "precious memories" A frown creased my forehead, must have forgotten to bring it up with the rest of my boxes. So i leave my apartment and see that the blockage to the lift doors has been removed. I smirk, i do hope it was that Katie that found the blockage and that she realised it was my doing. I'll teach that cow not to bump shoulders with me. And that moment, oh yes there was a moment where our eyes met in the managers office. Our dislike for each other couldn't have been clearer if it had been writ large in capital letters on the wall of his office.

However, i digress, down in the lift i go searching for my missing box. The manager by now had locked up and gone home, saved him getting a verbal kick in the plums from yours truely. I looked around, nothing, peered in his office through the window, again nothing. Hmmm, thinks i, i bet i know where it is, in that bitch Katies apartment. I look at the clock on the wall, 12.30am.

Showing an unusual amount of restraint i go back up to the 11th floor and stand outside her door. I listen for any movement but hear nothing. Nah, i'm not gonna create a scene, afterall it could be a genuine mistake if she has got my box, they were afterall very similar and some identical. Who am i kidding, of course she has my missing box and of course she knows it's mine.

But still i decide it can wait till the morrow. I'm tired after a very busy day and not in the mood for a confrontation right here and now, so i return to my apartment and turn in for the night.

Morning comes, i'm an early riser. I settle down for a slice of marmite on toast and a glass of orange juice while i read about the buildings facilities. Of course i knew what was available to residents prior to renting out my apartment, but it never hurts to refresh my memory. I see the gym in the basement opens at 7.00am and the pool is available 24 hours a day cept for a Wednesday when it opens later to allow for cleaning.

Well today ain't Wednesday, it's Tuesday and i have the whole week off and i fancy a swim. Glancing at my phone i see it's 6am. My thoughts turn once again to Katie. She will keep, for now.

I make my way up to the top floor and the pool. The room is warm and i quickly strip down to just my red swimming shorts, i say shorts, truth be told they are not much more than a thong. I have never been afraid to show off my curves. It's then i see a sign on the wall. "NO TOPLESS BATHING" Well i should have known, more rules, i like the freedom i feel when my breasts are bare.
But not to make too many waves on my first full day in Bayview Towers my tiny red bra, which covers not much more than my nipples goes on and i pad out to the pool.

Did i mention there is also a sauna for residents? no? my bad, well there is and i have plans for that sauna later as you will find out. I spend half an hour relaxing by doing lengths of the pool. It's only a small pool, 20m at a guess so i deon't get out of breath. I'm a naturally fit girl, 5'6" or thereabouts, close to 120lbs and 34C 24 35. It's while i'm doing these lengths of the pool my mind turns back to the bitch Katie. She too is quite athletic looking and she is clearly not the sort of person who backs down from a confrontation.
If the circs were different i could be attracted to her, but the circs are not different and there is certain to be a confrontation between the two of us in the not to distant future, especially if she has my precious box secreted away in her rooms. I start to plan my first move and it's a plan she isn't going to enjoy

[Erin Lee]

I have just about completed my swim when a movement catches the corner of my eye. Is it a bird?, no, a vulture, well yes but not the feathered variety, tis in fact my newly minted neighbour, the bitch Katie. Now it's rare i take against someone on first meeting them but for Katie i can easily make an exception. Still, it's a new day, i'm relaxed and not looking to get into a disagreement with her right now.

HOWEVER

"Just the person i wanted to see" i purrr as i stand up in the shallow end, the water cascading from my hair and body. My ex used to love the rivulets of water that flowed down into my cleavage after a swim. Before i get chance to express my thoughts the bitch comes out with a somewhat snarky remark regarding my calves. Now i'll be the first to admit i'm far from being a muscular girl but everything about me is in proportion. I have no desire to have the calves of a power lifter. My left eyebrow lifts as i gaze over at you, it promised to be such a lovely morning...*sighs* oh well

"Thank you for your concern but my calves have zip to do with you, i did want to see you though. Do you by any chance have a box of mine in your room?"

By now i have travelled over to the steps and i'm easing my way out of the water. Now if she replied i must be going deaf because i didn't hear one.

I make my way over to where the bitch is stretching, a tiny smirk plays around with the corners of my mouth as you bend touching your toes. I of course am getting the rear view which is not totally repulsive but it takes all my self control not to drop kick her straight into the pool.

I reach out, tap her on the shoulder.." Don't you ignore me you snooty cow, i asked you if you have a box of mine in your room?"

[Erin Lee]

I can see you are not partial to be called a snooty cow, but that is exactly what you are, anyone can see, if they take the time to watch our interactions that you look down on me, you think i'm inferior in some way. Well maybe in some ways i am. I didn't have it easy the last few years, the break up, if you could call it that, with my girlfriend, the loss of all my belongings. I've had to struggle and scrap my way back to some sort of place where i can have respect for myself and let me tell you, it hasn't been easy. The best bit of luck i've had recently is the local fuzz managed to track down Carys and managed to retrieve many of my possessions. Most if not all of these are in the box i now know is in your room. Pictures of my grandma and gramp, long since departed this life, letters from them and my mum and dad. My high school wrestling trophy, i could go on.

Finally i get through that icy exterior of yours and you spin around, eyes ablaze, there is no doubt at all in my mind you'd like to punch me out, right here, right now. You start to speak, your words like over sweet icing dripping from a sickly cake. We are almost nose to nose, forehead to forehead, what we definately are is breast to breast. I can feel my nipples beginning to stiffen and not because i fancy you, oh no, it's because i often get turned on by fighting and it's clear, if not right now but certainly in the very near future, you and me are gonna have one epic, magnificent fight.

You press against me, i take a small step back and spread my feet to get a good firm balance, you casually flick your hair back over your shoulder, you are soooo dying to fight me, you can almost taste it and, truth be told, so can i

"Yes i have your box Erin" the rest is just a jumble of words as you threaten to dump it back outside on the kerb. You then look over my shoulder at the pool, you think i'm not alive to the thoughts swirling around in that oh so superior head? More insults spew from your mouth, comparing me to a disgusting piece of shit.

I take a couple of steps back, a sneer painted on my face, then i turn away from you fighting my desire to beat you up right here, right now. Thing is though i've never been that good at fighting my desires. I suddenly spin around back to face you and as i do my right hand comes snaking out and slams into your left cheek.

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[Erin Lee]

I don't think even you could deny you deserved that slap, well maybe YOU could but any interested bystander would agree with me. The slap stings my hand and as you slump over the chairs and tables i shake my hand ruefully. You have a real hard head, but i kinda knew that.

You shout some profanity at me, calling me a "FUCKING BITCH"  tsk tsk, there goes the image right there, not so snooty now are you.
Your look of pain slowly turns into something close to a grin which makes me frown, why is the cow smiling. Then it occurs to me, you actually like pain. You desire it, covert it even need it. Well that's good cos i'm more than ready to serve it up to you with a side order of crushed hooters.

You get back on your feet trying to appear all tough and unconcerned that a slap would deck you, but i know...and yes, you know there is now that niggling little doubt floating around the empty chasms of your head.
Now many women wouldn't come right back looking for more, but you do. Eyes ablaze you surge towards me, a bit taken by surprise at this i attempt a quick sidestep so i can hammer my fist into your gut. I'm not quick enough however and a gasp of dismay tears out of my mouth as your arms wrap around the tops of my thighs and you drive us both into the pool.

I think i hear approaching voices but it's only a fleeting impression before we both vanish under the water. You have me held tightly, your arms stopping my legs from kicking out at you. I throw a punch towards your face but the water negates whatever impact this may have had. I thrash about with my arms and try to force my legs from your grasp. Getting a lil panicy, surely the cow doesn't mean to drown us, or me.

[Erin Lee]

I'm not sure if i managed to make you release my legs or you did so by your own volition, but right now i don't really care. My head bobs up above the surface of the water and i cough and gasp for breath. It wouldn't have been so bad if i was expecting a dipping but i was totally caught by surprise and not only didn't manage to take a breath but i didn't manage to shut my mouth....something that will not surprise some of my friends in the slightest.

As my vision clears i see you, also just back on the surface and also looking a bit flustered. We then seem to have the same thought at exactly the same time and we both make a lunge to get to the shallow end of the pool.

Looking up as i get my feet firmly down on the pool bottom i see there are a few guys round the pool now, no doubt enjoying the view. "Like what ya see do ya fellas?" i hiss and i stick up two fingers at them to make sure they get my contempt. Then my focus turns back to you and just in time too. You almost throw yourself at me, bodily. You snatch at my hair wrapping some strands around your slim athletes fingers, then you start to haul back, forcing my head back, my gaze now up towards the blue sky. I let out a low scream.."Let go of me you horrible bitch"

Somehow i think me ordering you to let go won't have the desired effect, which is a shame...for you. Although i can't exactly see what i'm after i can feel it. I stretch out my right arm, my fingers they find your throat. They close around your windpipe and start to squeeze, my nails, although not long and sharp like a cats are nevertheless quite able to dig into your flesh and that they do as i look to force you to release my hair to deal with this hold, either that or you are going back under that water.

As we stand in what is not quite a life or death struggle i hear wolf whistles coming from the assembled guys. I can't see them but i'm pretty sure there are a few bulges in a few shorts up there, it'd take more than a V sign to put them off

[Wicked]

Thank you Erin and Kate for what is starting out to be an epic battle! I'm looking forward to see where this leads.

[Erin Lee]

My grip on your throat grows tighter, my nails dig into your flesh and even though you are ripping my hair from my scalp i'm really enjoying hurting you.

You cough and choke but still manage to swear at me, this seems to get another positive reaction from the guys by the pool. Finally though you are forced to let go of my hair and a smile curls the edges of my mouth, seems i like pain too, who'd a thunk it?

As you release my hair you are quick to follow up by covering my left eye with your hand, you try to dig your sharp nails into my forehead and rake your other hand down my shoulder.
"You dirty skank" i scream...which again gets a loud round of cheering from the guys.

In no way will i allow you to get away with this so i ball my right fist and drive it hard at your exposed tummy. Now i'm no Claressa Shields but i do pack a decent punch.

Anticipating this might bend you over somewhat i'm waiting with my right knee and thigh poised to hammer them up into your breasts should the opportunity arise.

[Erin Lee]

I didn't want to resort to punching you...awww hell...who am i kidding, i freakin loved it. But you are a smart cookie as i already knew. The punch lands but as you bend forwards you cover up so that the best my knee and thigh can do is pound your forearms and i suggest that, that doesn't do much if any damage.

We are both now slinging profanities at each other, quite apart from the pool water, tears streak both our faces. Right now, given half a chance, we could beat each other into a bloody pulp.
It's then there are a couple of splashes in the pool, i glance round in surprise and i see two guys powering through the water towards us.

Oh no you don't, i think as i take another swipe at your face but just as my hand is midway there i'm suddenly snatched up with a pair of powerful arms around my waist.

"Get the fu@k off me" i scream, my arms and legs thrashing around as i try and get back at you.

"Calm down lil missy" says this hulk who is restraining me quite easily. In the meantime another hulk has you in his arms and i can see that you, like me, are kicking and fighting to get back at me.

"Ok ok, i say, my voice calming and my attempts to fight subsiding.."I'm chill"

The guy falls for this deception and slowly releases me, i did think the way his hands traced the curves of my body as he did it a but creepy though.

As soon as i can feel i am free i lunge back at you, my nails flashing as i try and carve them into your flesh.."i'm gonna destroy you bitch" i snarl

[Erin Lee]

Puzzles me, through my red mist of fighting haze, just how you knew his name is Ben. I'm wondering if you've had *business* with some of the guys in Bayview Towers before?

So, with us both held tightly in the two guys arms it looks like the fight is over, specially when we nod in acquiescence to the question...Have you ladies had enough?

Well of course we haven't, i dunno about the bitch in Bens arms but i was getting real pleasure from fighting her. All the frustrations i have over Carys are pouring out and that bitch is on the end of them. See, this isn't about a box, its not about bumped shoulders or snooty glares. I mean that was the spark that ignited the fire that now blazes deep inside me. I've had fights before, of course i have, it's in my nature. Not random fights though and often as a result of someone challenging me. This however, this is different. I need this fight and win or lose i will have no regrets.

The guys who are holding us fall for the passive thing again, they really aren't too bright. At the same time we both break free and charge at each other with the dumbos scrambling to catch up. I've already left my mark on your face with my nails and i intend to try and match those marks with a matching set on your other cheek. Claws out we attack each other, both hurling insults as we tear hair and flash nails.
Grabbing your hair i know i have but moments before we are pulled apart again..."Lets take this down to your apartment bitch, away from any possibility of being stopped" i whisper but i know you heard. I feel those arms again as they hook around me and something pressing against my back.
"You got a sausage in ya shorts pal or are ya just pleased to see me?" i hiss as i kick out one last time at Katie.

[Alix_Fights]

Amazing fight you two!

[Erin Lee]

My offer to take the fight down to her apartment was seemingly not a goer for Katie. I think she's a bit afraid of me beating her up in her own domain.

For now however the scrap continues apace. We both get snared again by the hunks, strange as many men would welcome the prospect of two partially clad hotties fighting in wet 'kinis.

Somehow Katie breaks free of Ben, his friends call him big Ben apparently but i've no idea why. Once free she attacks me with alacrity, and her hands, feet and nails. She lashes out with her leg, slashing at my ankles and whipping my feet out from under me. I slide down onto my tushie and out of my capturs embrace. I fall onto my back and Kate is quick as a cat to pounce on me. Her legs straddle me and her butt presses down on my hips.

"Get off me you BITCH" i hiss as you bury a hand in my wet locks. I kick and squirm under you determined not to let you get too comfy, but then you go for my bra. Being truthful it's lil more than two triangular strips of red fabric joined by elasticated type string. It peels off my tits with lil effort on your part. Then you start to yank on my hair, twisting it and pulling my head left and right.
No help from the guys here, the sight of my naked breasts must have them spellbound. I've never been ashamed to show my body though, some say that's trashy, i say they are jealous.

Not exactly happy with this turn of events i fire back at Kate. In a short lull in her hair pulling i reach up, grab her hair in my right hand and yank down hard to the side. As i do this i plant my left foot flat on the poolside and thrust up from my left hip. This has the pleasing outcome of unbalancing the bitch and taking her down on her side.

"Right you snooty whore" i hiss as i scramble to my knees. Before she has time to try and remount me i grab hold of her bra..."Right bitch, let's all see what you've got....though i suspect some of these guys have already seen the goods" Your bra comes away in my hand and i toss it to Ben.

This opportunity is way too good to miss so i untangle my fingers from your hair and i mount you. Pressing my tushie down over your hips i clamp both hands down over your tits and start to both squeeze and pull. The guys start to wolf whistle and call out.."Go on Erin, work the bitch" what they probably don't see is my nails digging into your tender flesh.

"Still not wanna take it to your apartment, bitch?" i smirk as i look down at you.

[Erin Lee]

The fight not only continues, it gets nastier, more vicious.

I have your tits well under my control, mauling them, stretching them in everyway possible. The guys are ecstatic at this. Two hot bitches tearing lumps out of each other is more than they could have dreamed of and fortunately they have accepted the situation and let us get on with the scrap.

I'm really enjoying being mounted on top of you, now you know how it feels bitch.

It's at this moment that you go for my tits, You claw at them, your nails dig into my nipples. There are shouts of "fu@k her up Katie".

The pain coming from my mauled tits is quite excruciating and by the tears in your eyes and the look on your face i know you are suffering just as much pain as i am. I let go of your tits and grab hold of your wrists forcing you to also release your grip on mine. Our tits are quite the mess, red raw, nail marks all over them but oddly our nipples are still very erect.

"You nasty cow" i hiss as i make a grab for your hair and as i do so i lift my tushie up off your hips and stagger to my feet hauling you up with me.

"I've had as much as i can stand of you, you skank" i hiss as i pull your head down under my right armpit, then, holding you in a tight headlock i drag you to the edge of the pool and jump in.

I hope this sudden attack causes you as many problems as you did me when you dragged me into the pool what seems like days ago but was in fact no more than 5 minutes ago. I'd love to hold you under the water till you drown but i don't see prison uniform as a fashion statement so after a few squeezes on your head i let you go and leaning back i kick you way with my feet (usually the best way to kick someone is with the feet i've found).

I make my way, slowly, painfully to the side of the pool near to where the per....guys are sat and give them quite a show as a barely clad, soaking wet Erin pulls herself out of the pool and sits on the edge looking back to see what became of the bitch Katie.

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Two Queens right here  ^ 

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