Roommate’s Secret

[Rambler0428]

Afternoon everyone!  I've been a long time lurker here, and only just getting around to posting a story of my own.  I've written in other circles, but figured it was time to start here with Part 1 of one of my more recent stories!  Hope you enjoy the build up here and please let me know what you think!

If this is allowed, I do actually take reasonably priced commissions from time to time as well!  So feel free to ask if that interests you!

PART 1

I couldn't believe what I was seeing on the screen in front of me.

Emery, my roommate, and someone I considered to be the nicest fucking person I'd ever met, was on top of another girl, about her size.  Emery's nose trickled just a small trace of blood, but the girl under her was absolutely wrecked.  She was crying, screaming, and I could see the scratches along her face, and the clumps of hair on the floor around her.

"STOP ITTTT!"  The girl screamed as Emery tore into her hair again.

"SAY YOU GIVE AND I WILL BITCH!"  Emery bellowed down at her, in a voice I didn't think she'd EVER be capable of.

"OKAY OKAY!  I GIVE UP, STOP!"  Said the pinned girl.  Emery stopped her onslaught immediately and jumped off of the girl she had been assaulting.  The poor girl curled in on herself and hugged herself as she fell into racking sobs, turning her face away from the camera, which moved in for a closer look.

I was floored.  I had just witnessed my roommate in a brutal 14 and a half minute knock down, drag out cat fight with another woman while a camera rolled.

The scene cut to Emery and the other girl sitting side by side on a couch.  Both still slick with sweat and breathing heavily, but both of them were now smiling.

The camera focused on the beaten girl, and a man behind the camera spoke up.

"So. Rain, how was your first experience at-"

"Hey girl I'm home!" Came a bright voice from the living room as I heard the front door squeak open on its hinges.  I jumped in my seat on my bed and immediately closed the video on my phone.

"Oh hey!  How was the gym?" I chirped, my voice coming out in a guttural squeak, indicating that I needed to clear my throat as I wandered out into the living room.

"It was alright.  That cute guy from the coffee shop was there again.  You should....." she trailed off as she looked up at me entering the room.  "You alright, Maisey?  Look like you've seen a ghost." She giggled.  I suppose I must definitely at least look surprised, and a little confused.

I hesitated for a moment before snapping out of my thoughts with a shake of my head.  "Uh, yeah sorry, just spaced out a sec there."

She gave me a slightly strange, but amused look.  "Okayyyy, well I was gonna go get Chinese for dinner tonight.  Feel like joining me?"

I did, and the rest of the day passed as normally as most any other day.  That night however, when we had retired to our separate rooms, i grabbed my headphones and laptop, heart racing as I found the link again, and began watching the same video, my pulse racing as I watched Emery and this other girl go at it once again.

I didn't understand it.  Like I said, Emery was the nicest person I'd ever met, and as far as I had known up to now, the girl wouldn't have hurt a fly.  I was enraptured by what I was seeing her do.  And to be honest, curious as all hell.  I could tell this was some sort of production, filmed with the intent of others watching it.  But how had she ended up doing it?  What on earth had piqued her interest about this?  And how did she find that kind of aggression in her to not only fight, but bring this girl to tears and make her beg for mercy??

I knew, however, I could NEVER ask her these questions.  I couldn't admit to her I'd found this old link, and I certainly couldn't admit I'd sat here and watched it twice now!  So for the time being, I would just have to wonder in silence.  But as I queued up the video a third time, I had another question on my mind.

What would it be like to be the one IN the video?  Emery had quickly become one of my best friends in the world, but it was clear I didn't know nearly everything about her.  What would it feel like to be the one facing her in that setting?  To go at each other so viciously, then at the end to be cuddled up on the couch with her, grinning and answering questions about how fun, and how good an experience it had been as if we hadn't just been trying with everything we had to hurt each other badly enough to force tears out?  Cursing each other and calling each other every name under the sun only to hug each other and stroke each other's hair like lovers making up after a huge argument?

It was then that I saw the second link come up toward the end of the video.  Something I'd been too enraptured by the scene to notice before.

"To watch Part 2: "The Stakes, Paid." Please subscribe to our premium tier package, only $19.99 a month!"

I almost broke my laptop jumping out of bed to grab my purse...

I was ten minutes into the second video, eyes wide, unconsciously biting my bottom lip as my chest heaved up and down at the scene now playing out in front of me...

"That's it, take it you fucking loser!"

"Oh...oh god...FUCKKKKK!!!"

"Good girl.  You took that like a champ.  Now you're going to give me mine, okay?" Emery smiled down, stroking the other girl's hair tenderly as she rolled over onto her back.  And I could see the glimmer of my friend's usual kindness in her eyes even as she......

The next day, I know I was sticky with sweat as I made my way out of my bedroom in my pajama pants and simple tshirt bra.  Emery hardly noticed as I wandered into the kitchen to find her there, making breakfast.

"Morning!"  She grinned at me.  "Bacon?"

"Coffee...." I grunted, running my hand over my eyes to clear the sleep matter from them.

"Not much sleep huh?"  Emery giggled as she moved to the coffee pot, taking one of my favorite cups down from the counter.

"Not really no, kind of had to fight to..." my choice of words caught me up short, a lump in my throat.  "I mean uh...you know.  Hard to fall asleep."

Emery gave me a strange, but not unfriendly look.  "Yeah....been there." She smiled, still looking at me, seemingly a bit more carefully now.  "Well, I'm gonna finish eating, then I've gotta run.  It's my week to run errands.  But I'll see you back here tonight yeah?"

"Mmhmm." I mumbled as she pressed a hot mug of black coffee into my hands.  Her hand brushed mine as she did so, and an image flashed through my head of our fingers interlocked, twisting each other's wrists as we glared, teeth gritted at one another.  I shook off the thought a second after it hit.  Fuck, what was WRONG with me?

After Emery had left, I found myself thinking over it again.  Why DID I keep thinking of myself doing THAT with my roommate??  Was it just morbid curiosity?  Did it excite me that much to watch her show that forbidden side of herself?  Or was I just sick in the head?

Either way, almost in a trance, I found myself digging through my wardrobe about an hour after she had left our shared rental home, pulling out a few select items and changing into them.

My pink sports bra, a pair of tantalizingly short white athletic shorts, and a pair of thigh high pink socks with two white stripes near the top.  While not the same colors, it was a matching outfit for what Emery and her opponent in the video wore while facing each other.  I admired the look in the mirror for a long moment.  Now with an image of my roommate and I rolling along the floor of the living room.  An imagined bet playing out with the scene.  We had decided that the loser would pay the winner's half of rent that month.  The financial wager bringing an even more competitive edge to the imaginary contest.

And again I watched the two videos.  This time, my hand tracing along my own body, raising goose flesh as i admired the girls on screen as well as the image of my own body in this outfit, and the secret sick desire to be the one slamming against walls and floors with my roommate.

Later, when Emery arrived back home, her eyes found me on the couch, still in the outfit I had chosen to match hers from my secret guilty pleasure.

For just a moment as she walked in, she hesitated.  I saw a small flash of....confusion?  Recognition? In her eyes.  For a half moment of unreasonable paranoia, I thought maybe she had put two and two together as we looked at each other.  I tried to master my own face, trying not to show that I had any form of anxiety about the moment.  I knew she'd notice that I was wearing something I usually wouldn't just around the house.  Especially not with the socks.  It must have only been a second or two, but it felt like an hour before the moment passed.

"Heyyy girl."  Emery said, a little slowly.  Or had I just imagined that?  "Sorry, I won't be in long, I just have to pick up my bag and I'm gonna hit the gym.  You wanna come today?"

I caught my breath, and tried to seem nonchalant.  "Uh hey!  I uh...no, I don't think so today." I smiled.  "Not feeling too well y'know?"

"Alright.  Well, I'll be back in just a little while.  When I get back you wanna order takeout?  Maybe watch a movie?"

"Yeah!  That sounds good to me!"  I grinned, possibly a bit too widely.  "When will you get back?"

"Probably just a couple of hours.  Won't be too long.  Find something you wanna watch and we'll pull it up as soon as I make it back okay?"

Well, I was certainly going to do that....

When she had gone, I had wasted no time rushing off to my bedroom.  Once again pulling up the video I must have watched a dozen times in the last couple of days by now.  I didn't bother with headphones, nor did I bother shutting my bedroom door in my rush to go back to it.  Five minutes into the video I had placed my hand inside my shorts, tracing over the outline of my sex, breathing heavily.  I knew it was wrong...doing this to the sight of my roommate in this position.  But it was a feral need that I couldn't explain.

I had just slipped two fingers inside myself and let out a quiet moan as I watched Emery's opponent take a momentary advantage, her arm snaked around my roommate's throat.  Emery was gasping, eyes wide as I used my free hand to fondle my left breast...

I was close...

"Enjoying yourself?" Came a small voice from right behind me.  My heart fucking stopped, but not before leaping into my throat.  Like a teenage boy whose parents had just walked in on something embarrassing, I slammed my laptop shut and jerked my hand out of my shorts, spinning around with my eyes wide with shock to see Emery standing in the doorway of my room, her eyes glistening and her lower lip quavering ever so slightly.  She was on the verge of tears.

"Oh...oh god girl how long have you..."

"Long enough." She said, looking at the carpet under her feet.  "Forgot my gym shoes.  I'm gonna get those and...just...sorry."  She said.  And what was worse, she wasn't even angry.  Not in her tone of voice at any rate.  She was embarrassed, and hurt.  And I felt a deep sense of shame.  She wasn't just my friend but just the perfect, kindest Angel of a person, and I had really hurt her.  I opened my mouth to speak again, unsure what I would say, but before I could, she had spun on her heel and speed walked away.  I heard a little whimper as the front door closed behind her.

Damn it....

Emery didn't arrive home until almost midnight.  Doubtless she had hoped I would be asleep when she got back.  But I wasn't.  I sat on the couch, like a kid waiting for their punishment when she walked in.  I had had the common sense to change again into a pair of sweatpants and an oversized tshirt, knowing it would be another slap in the face if I was wearing my matching outfit when she got back.  As soon as she walked in the door, I stood up

"Emery, I am so SO sorry, I don't-"

"It was college."  She said, cutting me off.  "It was college, and I needed to pay for my apartment.  You didn't know me then.  It looked fun, and when I got invited, I just..." she shrugged.  "I just wish you'd have told me you found it.  That's all."

"I....i know.  I just...came across it.  And you're right.  I should've told you.  It...it did look fun!  And let's face it I don't blame you.  College is expensive.  And we're 24 now, so I know it was a long time ago."

"Not THAT long." She said, her arms crossed, body posture closed off as she sat down on the couch beside me.  "Three years.  I knew it would catch up with me one day.  I just...well, I was always the 'good girl'.  The 'nice girl'.  When people got mad at me, I was always just too PRECIOUS to throw a punch at.  Having something like that...somewhere I could BREAK that stupid idea with someone...It was, I dunno...liberating?  And I was good at it.  You know I only ever lost twice?"  She caught herself, blushing deeply as she trailed off.  "Anyway, I uh....sorry I rushed out like that today.  It was just a lot to take in.  I'm gonna go to bed."

She stood, and began to move.  I don't know why, but I shot my hand out and caught her by the wrist, gently, but firmly.  "No, wait."  I said, standing up to give her a hug.  She didn't immediately reciprocate, but eventually let her arms wrap around my shoulders as well.  "Really, I don't think any less of you because of it.  I'm sorry I didn't tell you.  I guess I was a little ashamed of how much I enjoyed it.  And...well, you should know...I did see the second part too."  I admitted, a little bit of shame creeping into my voice.

"Oh god..." Emery moaned, sinking back onto the couch with her face buried in her hands.  "You DIDN'T..."

"Yeah, I did." I said, looking down at the floor myself now.  "And Emery...I never KNEW you had that side in you!  There's nothing to be ashamed of!  I enjoyed it!  Watching you kick that girl's ass...I couldn't help but be proud!  You're the sweetest person I know, and it was so COOL watching you let loose!  I wish I could've done that myself!"

Emery let out a laugh.  "Oh come on.  You don't have to try and make me feel better about it."

"No!  I mean it!  I....girl I was imagining myself in that room fighting like that.  Almost every time I watched it!"

She was silent for a minute, then a quiet realization seemed to dawn on her.  "Oh.  The outfit.  You know, I wondered for about half a second...but uh...assumed it was me being paranoid."  She shrugged, then looked at me.  "You really don't think any less of me?"

"Hell no!"  I laughed, looking back at her.  "I wanna see you do it again!"  I hesitated for a second, then plowed forward.  "I wanna DO it!"

She listened, then let out a small, slightly nervous laugh.  "What, you wanna bet the rent money on a cat fight?" She laughed a little bit more heartily now.  I blushed slightly at the fact that she had nailed one of the very fantasies I had spun up in my mind earlier.

"Hey!" I laughed, trying to play it off.  "If you ever wanna settle a roommate dispute like that, just let me know!"

"I admit I miss it sometimes.  I loved getting down with someone like that, then being able to immediately go back to being friends.  Like...I hate fighting out of pure anger.  But like that?  Knowing there aren't going to be any hard feelings?" She shook her head.  "I don't know, it's stupid.  Not like I could join again.  It's all the way back in Cali, and we're here in North Carolina."

I don't know where I found the courage.  But the words came spilling out all the same.  "Yeah.  WE'RE here...in North Carolina.  You and me.  Who needs a club or cameras rolling?  I'll do it with you!"  My heart leapt into my throat again...there it was.  Out in the open.  Emery looked at me slowly, her eyes wide with something I couldn't quite read.

"I'm not sure you know what you're asking for Maisey."  She giggled.  "But I appreciate you being so supportive."

"I'm serious!  I want to!"  I was leaning in a bit now.  "Come on!  I've watched that video a ton of times now!  I know exactly what I'm getting into!  And we're such good friends I know we'd never hold a grudge about it!"  I knew I probably had an almost childish tone in my voice, but hardly noticed or cared.

We looked at each other for a long silent moment, my heart hammering in my chest, and I had a feeling hers was doing the same.

"No, I don't guess we would."  She smiled, patting my knee with her hand.  "What?  Having trouble coming up with your half of the rent?  Wanting to try and fight your way out of paying it this month?" She laughed, clearly joking.

"Forget the rent." I laughed back.  "We can have the same stakes you did in the video!"  Oops...hadn't actually meant to say that out loud.  Great.  She'd think I was a freak now.  I blushed, my mouth clamping shut as my eyes widened in surprise at my own boldness.

To my surprise, my roommate didn't look surprised or judge mental.  "Yeahhhh, I saw you knuckle deep in yourself when I came in earlier." She giggled.  I opened my mouth to protest, but she laughed and waved away my incoming protest.  "Forget it, don't worry about that.  You actually want to do it?"

I nodded, very slowly.

"Alright."  Emery took a deep breath.  "Okay, yeah.  We can try it.  But you've got to promise me...promise you're not going to get weird about it.  I don't want to stop being friends or have anything about us change.  It's...intense.  Not everyone is cut out for it."

I laughed.  "Em, I couldn't get mad at you anymore than I could get mad at a kitten.  You're practically a kitten yourself." I smiled at her.

She laughed in return and nodded.  "Okay.  But not tonight.  I need to find a few things, and honestly I'm EXHAUSTED.  Tomorrow is Friday.  Let's do it tomorrow night, okay?"

And so, with the arrangement made, we traded a few more sentences, said goodnight and went about our individual bedtime routines.

*******************

The next day seemed to pass in a blur.  Neither of us said anything about our plans for the evening as we both went about our day.  We both worked from home, and so spent the workday locked in our individual rooms.  My heart wasn't in my work, but I managed to get through the day with minimal screw ups.  At 5pm, I logged off with a deep sigh and closed my laptop on my office desk.

I wandered out of my room, only to find that Emery had already ended her day sometime before me.  I found her in the living room, our coffee table in her hands as she drug it to a far wall, setting it aside.  She had clearly been hard at work, as the living room was now a mostly empty space, with bare plush carpet from wall to wall.  Most of the furniture had been moved against one wall in the corner, though the couch still sat where it normally lived against the wall opposite the entertainment center.

"Hope I didn't bother you!  I took a couple hours of PTO today so I could start the weekend early." She grinned, moving away from the corner and padding on bare feet toward the kitchen.

She and I cut a startlingly similar figure.  Both of us tall and slender, with touches of lean muscle from our time at the gym.  Our flat stomachs accentuating our medium sized but firm breasts, perfectly in proportion.  Both of us with slightly tanned skin, though her light brown hair and hazel eyes were a contrast to my darker blonde hair and blue eyes.  Her hair was in a ponytail that hung just past her shoulders.  Mine was loose, hanging just a half inch shorter than hers.

Despite the movement of furniture being clearly meant for what we had planned, we still didn't address the elephant in the room.  We shared a small dinner of light salads, making small talk about our work projects, and nothing seemed awkward or out of place.  Once we had finished eating, I looked at the clock.  6:45pm.

Emery stood up then, brushing the front of her tshirt off with her hands.  "Alright.  I'm gonna go get a shower."  She said.  "I've gotta grab a couple of things from my room, so why don't you get a shower and...change?"  She asked, the last word hanging in the air like a slightly different question.  I swallowed hard and nodded.

"Yeah, I can do that."  I said as I too put away my dirty dishes and took a deep breath.  "Meet you in the living room in thirty?"

Emery gave a little nod, then a small smile and a wink.  We still hadn't openly acknowledged it, but our intentions were now clear.  We went out separate ways to two different bathrooms.  A few minutes later, I stood in front of my full length mirror, looking myself over in the same outfit I had put on the day before.  It looked good on me, and would be plenty practical.  My heart hammered so fast, I thought it might explode.  A quick look at my phone told me that thirty minutes had almost passed.  I set the phone back on my dresser and took one deep breath before wandering out, padding down the hallway on my socked feet.  Emery entered a few moments later and sat a small black backpack down in a far corner of the room.  I knew what would be in that...and I felt my breathing jump in pitch again.

Emery was in a similar outfit to mine.  Her sports bra was a deep red, her tiny cloth shorts black.  Her own thigh high socks were black, with red stripes where the white stripes sat on my own.  We eyed each other for a moment, admiring the look of each other's chosen attire.  I hardly noticed when Emery stepped forward, giving me a tight embrace, which I returned enthusiastically.  We giggled and separated after a moment and stood opposite each other.

"You good to go?"  She asked, clearly asking if I still wanted to go through with this.  I nodded, smiling back at her.  "You know the rules?"

In truth there were no real rules.  Just don't gouge each other's eyes out or do anything that would cause any permanent injuries.  Same rules as Emery had when she fought in her videos.  We would fight until someone surrendered.  There would be no rounds.  Any breaks we took would be at the risk of our opponent attacking at any moment.  "Yeah!  I remember!"  I said, trying to keep the nerves out of my voice.

"Alright girl!"  My friend grinned.  "If you're ready, let's get to it!  You wanna count us down?"  She bent her knees slightly, and I mirrored her stance.  Both of us keeping our hands hovering at about waist level.

"Okay."  I gulped.  "Three....two...one...FIGHT!"  The last word came out with a slight break in my voice, whether from nerves or excitement, I wasn't sure.

I don't know how I imagined this beginning.  I thought we might circle, feel each other out for a moment or two, maybe lock into a wrestling tie up to start things off before getting to any heavier action.  So when I blinked, and found Emery's left hand digging into my scalp, jerking my head to the side by the base of my hair, which I had tied into a ponytail matching hers, I gasped, feeling myself stumble a half step.  My side suddenly shot alive with a hard burning pain, and it took me a moment to realize that she had RAKED her short nails across my side, just under my bra.  I yelped, then found the floor rushing up to meet me as I was thrown to the carpet with a grunt.  She had just fucking THROWN me to the floor by my hair.

I was shocked, wide eyed as I rolled over onto my back to find my roommate mid pounce, looking to dive on top of me where I lay prone.  More out of panic than skill or thought, I kicked out, my right foot catching her in the chest before she could fully mount me.  I watched as she grunted from the impact and fell straight back onto her ass.  She didn't stop though, jumping to her feet just as I did the same.  We met in the center of the room with a smack of skin on skin, both hands finding each other's hair with sharp pulls as we pressed our foreheads together.  Our expressions were a mixture of feral grins and glares of challenge as we stared into each other's faces.

"Getting what you wanted?" She asked, almost mockingly through gritted teeth.

"Fuck...YES."  I responded in kind as we buried our hands into each other's scalps even harder.

***TO BE CONTINUED***

[Violet Rae]

looks like I have new favourite story and new favourite writer I'll keep checking this forum for!!! I'm excited for the continuation!

always so refreshing having a catfight start out that way instead of circling each other for a whole paragraph or two, hah. love the honest instinct for hairpulling, too, just as catfights should always have.

these characters also feel real and believable instead of the typical moody and very obviously imaginative types. I fucking dig this already.

message me when the next part is up, please!!!

[Steph Gibson]

This is definitely a thread I'm going to be keeping my eyes on.  I adore this type of premise for a fight, especially when it's written so exceptionally well.  Part II, please?  I'm dying to see how this develops!

[B-Anna]

looks like I have new favourite story and new favourite writer I'll keep checking this forum for!!! I'm excited for the continuation!

always so refreshing having a catfight start out that way instead of circling each other for a whole paragraph or two, hah. love the honest instinct for hairpulling, too, just as catfights should always have.

these characters also feel real and believable instead of the typical moody and very obviously imaginative types. I fucking dig this already.

message me when the next part is up, please!!!

OMG you much entitled can you be! "message me" my ass! Just check from time to time...but I get it, it's not easy for a lazy ass like you! 

I too love the start by the way 

[Violet Rae]

looks like I have new favourite story and new favourite writer I'll keep checking this forum for!!! I'm excited for the continuation!

always so refreshing having a catfight start out that way instead of circling each other for a whole paragraph or two, hah. love the honest instinct for hairpulling, too, just as catfights should always have.

these characters also feel real and believable instead of the typical moody and very obviously imaginative types. I fucking dig this already.

message me when the next part is up, please!!!

OMG you much entitled can you be! "message me" my ass! Just check from time to time...but I get it, it's not easy for a lazy ass like you! 

I too love the start by the way 

fuck off with that bait lmao I'm trynna hype up a real good writer that gets what I enjoy about this fetish

[B-Anna]

looks like I have new favourite story and new favourite writer I'll keep checking this forum for!!! I'm excited for the continuation!

always so refreshing having a catfight start out that way instead of circling each other for a whole paragraph or two, hah. love the honest instinct for hairpulling, too, just as catfights should always have.

these characters also feel real and believable instead of the typical moody and very obviously imaginative types. I fucking dig this already.

message me when the next part is up, please!!!

OMG you much entitled can you be! "message me" my ass! Just check from time to time...but I get it, it's not easy for a lazy ass like you! 

I too love the start by the way 

fuck off with that bait lmao I'm trynna hype up a real good writer that gets what I enjoy about this fetish

And I was only fueling the inspiration of such a real good writer that understands this...unlike you    

[Violet Rae]

jesu

looks like I have new favourite story and new favourite writer I'll keep checking this forum for!!! I'm excited for the continuation!

always so refreshing having a catfight start out that way instead of circling each other for a whole paragraph or two, hah. love the honest instinct for hairpulling, too, just as catfights should always have.

these characters also feel real and believable instead of the typical moody and very obviously imaginative types. I fucking dig this already.

message me when the next part is up, please!!!

OMG you much entitled can you be! "message me" my ass! Just check from time to time...but I get it, it's not easy for a lazy ass like you! 

I too love the start by the way 

fuck off with that bait lmao I'm trynna hype up a real good writer that gets what I enjoy about this fetish

And I was only fueling the inspiration of such a real good writer that understands this...unlike you    

sigh I can't fucking read and enjoy a story without you baiting me to fight you, fucking hell smh

(stop here now! I don't wanna have to go to Page 2 for when Part 2 gets released lol)

[Rambler0428]

jesu

looks like I have new favourite story and new favourite writer I'll keep checking this forum for!!! I'm excited for the continuation!

always so refreshing having a catfight start out that way instead of circling each other for a whole paragraph or two, hah. love the honest instinct for hairpulling, too, just as catfights should always have.

these characters also feel real and believable instead of the typical moody and very obviously imaginative types. I fucking dig this already.

message me when the next part is up, please!!!

OMG you much entitled can you be! "message me" my ass! Just check from time to time...but I get it, it's not easy for a lazy ass like you! 

I too love the start by the way 

fuck off with that bait lmao I'm trynna hype up a real good writer that gets what I enjoy about this fetish

And I was only fueling the inspiration of such a real good writer that understands this...unlike you    

sigh I can't fucking read and enjoy a story without you baiting me to fight you, fucking hell smh

(stop here now! I don't wanna have to go to Page 2 for when Part 2 gets released lol)

Hey I'm enjoying the back and forth personally xD

[B-Anna]

jesu

looks like I have new favourite story and new favourite writer I'll keep checking this forum for!!! I'm excited for the continuation!

always so refreshing having a catfight start out that way instead of circling each other for a whole paragraph or two, hah. love the honest instinct for hairpulling, too, just as catfights should always have.

these characters also feel real and believable instead of the typical moody and very obviously imaginative types. I fucking dig this already.

message me when the next part is up, please!!!

OMG you much entitled can you be! "message me" my ass! Just check from time to time...but I get it, it's not easy for a lazy ass like you! 

I too love the start by the way 

fuck off with that bait lmao I'm trynna hype up a real good writer that gets what I enjoy about this fetish

And I was only fueling the inspiration of such a real good writer that understands this...unlike you    

sigh I can't fucking read and enjoy a story without you baiting me to fight you, fucking hell smh

(stop here now! I don't wanna have to go to Page 2 for when Part 2 gets released lol)

Hey I'm enjoying the back and forth personally xD

It's all the fault of you and the story  can't wait for more!

[Violet Rae]

jesu

looks like I have new favourite story and new favourite writer I'll keep checking this forum for!!! I'm excited for the continuation!

always so refreshing having a catfight start out that way instead of circling each other for a whole paragraph or two, hah. love the honest instinct for hairpulling, too, just as catfights should always have.

these characters also feel real and believable instead of the typical moody and very obviously imaginative types. I fucking dig this already.

message me when the next part is up, please!!!

OMG you much entitled can you be! "message me" my ass! Just check from time to time...but I get it, it's not easy for a lazy ass like you! 

I too love the start by the way 

fuck off with that bait lmao I'm trynna hype up a real good writer that gets what I enjoy about this fetish

And I was only fueling the inspiration of such a real good writer that understands this...unlike you    

sigh I can't fucking read and enjoy a story without you baiting me to fight you, fucking hell smh

(stop here now! I don't wanna have to go to Page 2 for when Part 2 gets released lol)

Hey I'm enjoying the back and forth personally xD

It's all the fault of you and the story  can't wait for more!

that's a relief, Rambler :3 and yes, what Anna said! I bookmarked this story so I could keep checking on it

[Violet Rae]