OPPOSITES ATTACK: 2 Girls fight Over 1 Guy

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                OPPOSITES ATTACK: Christina vs. Emmy

   Opposites are often natural enemies. There are the strong and the weak, the popular and the unpopular, the rich and the poor, the powerful and the powerless, Tribbles and Klingons. Chris (actually Christina) and Emmy were total opposites. Chris had black hair, while Emmy's was light blond. Chris had smoldering, dark eyes, while Emmy's were bright blue. Chris was stoic and aloof, while Emmy was bubbly and vivacious. Though Chris gave the impression of being the more dangerous of the two young women, Emmy was actually a little bigger, and being athletic, in better shape. Impassive Chris and perky Emmy each saw the other as exactly the kind of girl she hated.  Chris was sure that a single punch in the nose would send blond Emmy running in fear. Emmy was sure Christina's toughness and cool was all an act. Each was certain her type was superior in every way. Each young woman was in her early twenties. There was enough room in their college town for both of them, if they had avoided each other. They could have coexisted, but as it happened they ended up working at the same club. They began to compete for customers and tips, adding to the growing friction between them.
   Chris always wore an emotionless expression, but she was in truth a very sensitive girl. She could feel pain. Emmy was in her element when flirting with patrons for tips and was perfectly willing to show off her impressive assets to get them. In contrast, Chris found the bare shouldered, low-cut outfits with extremely short skirts the club made them wear demeaning. Chris' impassive poker face was her defense, her way to make it seem as though she didn't give a damn what anyone thought about her. She did. Though Chris was sensitive, Emmy was overly sensitive and overly emotional. Any perceived insult could send her to the brink of tears or into a fit of rage.
   Chris and Emmy worked with three other young women. The local college guys who frequented the club preferred Emmy and Chris, which was fine with the other three. They all had boyfriends, and they were content to stay out of




the growing rivalry.
   One night a group of overheated frat guys called Emmy to their table. The cute blonde was happy to take their business . . . and their tips. It was Chris' table, but Emmy had no problem stepping on Chris' toes.  Chris took Emmy's arm and spun her around to face her. "Uh, excuse me, but this is MY table!" Unconcerned, Emmy shrugged. "You were busy." Chris replied, "Well, I'm not busy now." In a voice dripping with condescension, Emmy said, "I can't help it if they prefer ME over YOU! Most guys do." Chris' eyes narrowed. "The only reason they want you to serve them is because they know you'll bend low to show off your boobs and then turn and wiggle your butt at them. You'll do everything short of offering sex for tips. I could get as much attention as you get, if I was willing to throw myself at the customers." Emmy replied coldly, "You'd have to have something to throw." "O-o-o-o-o-o!" came from the crowd. After shutting Chris down, satisfied Emmy turned toward another table holding a tray full of drinks.  Furious, Chris wrapped her foot around Emmy's foot and tripped her, sending the pretty blonde crashing to the floor. The drinks splashed all over her. The crowd erupted in laughter! Emmy looked up through wild eyes full of fury. She leapt up and shoved Chris across a table! The crowd roared! Chris rose, but the other employees raced in and pulled Chris and Emmy apart.  They grudgingly went to their corners. Neither young woman wanted to lose her job.
   Tensions escalated further when the club owners decided they needed a manager and decided to leave it to the employees to decide who got the job. Both Chris and Emmy wanted it. The other girls weren't especially close to either bubbly, perky, but arrogant Emmy or impassive, distant Chris, but they had to make a choice. Chris was shocked and wounded when Emmy won the vote, two votes to one.
   The conflict between the opposites reached a boiling point when the club hired a handsome, young, and single new bartender named Gene. Both Emmy and Chris immediately wanted him. They already hated each other. Their conflict wasn't centered on a guy, but their rivalry over him only made matters worse. Chris expressed her interest in him first, but Emmy didn't care. For the first time in her life, Chris had fallen in love. She did everything she could to win him, but



Emmy did, too. Blond Emmy was used to getting what she wanted. Chris suffered a near knockout blow to her pride when Gene chose Emmy over her. Chris still desperately wanted him, but Emmy had him wrapped around her little finger. Chris was devastated, but she refused to let it show. She continued to fight for him, but the black-haired girl with the sensitive heart was losing to the pretty, perky blonde. Emmy rubbed Chris' nose in it. Emmy wanted to get rid of the competition, and her new position as manager gave her the power to make Chris' work life a living Hell. She had Chris on the brink of surrender, but the black-haired beauty refused to break. Her impassive cool was her entire persona. She refused to let a perky, bubbly blonde take it from her.
   Hopelessly in love and desperate, Chris went all out to win Gene's attention. She may not have been quite as pretty as the taller blonde, but Chris was as sexy as hell. Gene couldn't ignore her. Emmy was shocked when she began to lose her iron grip on his attention. Emmy retaliated by twisting the thumb screws on Chris, giving her a workload she couldn't possibly handle. Given too many tables to serve, Chris began mixing up orders and taking too long to deliver them. Patrons began to complain. Emmy decided to humiliate Chris by giving her a very public tongue lashing in front of a packed house, and in front of Gene. 5'4", 115 lb. blond Emmy and 5'1", 105 lb. Chris stood toe to toe, as Emmy chewed Chris out. Aware Emmy was putting her in her place in front of Gene, Chris growled, "Get. . . off...my...back!" Teeth bared, Emmy shouted, "I'm your boss! You'll do what I tell you to do!"  Chris' eyes narrowed. "Or what?" Emmy's eyes blazed. "Or I'll fire you!" Chris hissed, "You can't fire me. I QUIT! Before I go, I have something for you." Chris slapped Emmy's cheek! Every eye turned toward them. Emmy slapped Chris' cheek so hard it sounded like the crack of a whip! Chris staggered back against a wall, her eyes wide, as she held her cheek. She looked back with fire in her dark eyes. The two enemies slowly walked together, as the crowd chanted, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"
   Chris slapped Emmy's cheek again. Emmy returned it. Instantly, their fists began to fly! The tore into each other! Chris' mouth hung open and her eyes grew wide in shock, as the perky blond she thought would fold after one punch began beating her, fist to fist! As they traded wild punches, Chris felt her ankles




turning under. She was barely on her feet. Emmy landed a swinging uppercut under Chris' chin! Chris' head flew up and back! She let out a cloud of spraying spit backlit by the lights, as she collapsed at Emmy's feet! Emmy gloated over her. "Well, I guess now we all know you're not the bad ass you pretend to be, are you?" She turned to walk away with the quick victory. Suddenly, Chris grabbed Emmy's ankle and looked up at her. "Who said it was over?" Emmy dove on Chris and they rolled on the floor. No one wanted to stop them!
   Chris came out on top. She mounted Emmy's back and dug her fingers into her blond hair. Chris leaned far back, treating her enemy to a hair pull clutch! Emmy's lower back bent backward from the hair pull. Her feet kicked madly behind her, and she let out a high-pitched scream. Chris' wild lunging brought her down too close. Emmy reached back behind her, seized Chris' black hair, and pulled her down by her hair. The crowd raised the roof! The battling beauties rose.
   Chris came up with her hands in claws! Emmy faced off with her, her teeth bared in a snarl, palms open, her fingers curled into claws of her own. Emmy challenged, "Bring it!" Chris was visibly shocked that the perky, bubbly blond she had thought was a coward and a weakling wanted to fight! They pounced on each other, scratching like wildcats! Chris' short fingernails were outmatched by Emmy's longer nails. Chris fell back against a wall, her black bangs dangling over her eyes. Emmy came in, Chris raised her hands, and they scratched each other viciously. Chris lost! She tried to cover up, shaking her head against the pain, unable to see through her stinging eyes! Emmy pressed her palm flatly over Chris' entire face and slowly dragged her fingernails down Chris' face!  Chris had never felt such pain! Losing and desperate, Chris cupped her hands over her face and tried to stagger blindly away.
Emmy spun Chris to face her. Stinging eyes clearing, Chris grabbed Emmy's hands to avoid more scratching. They struggled. Chris couldn't believe it, as again, Emmy proved stronger than she was! Emmy forced Chris down to her knees and pinned Chris' arm up behind her back. Emmy demanded, "GIVE UP!" She gave Chris's twisted arm a vicious yank. Tremendous pain surged through her arm, but she looked up at Gene. Chris refused. Emmy shouted, "I'll break it!" She forced Chris down to her front, sat on her back, and mercilessly corkscrewed




Chris' arm behind her back! Chris's feet kicked madly behind her, as she tried desperately to hold onto her pride by holding in the cry of sheer agony that was building in her lungs! Her body screamed for her to beg Emmy for mercy, but she couldn't! She just couldn't! Her stoic, aloof control was all she had left. She fought for her pride with all she had in her, but Emmy broke her, ripping a high-pitched scream from her lips! "N-n-n-a-a-a-A-A-A-I-E-E-E-!" Still holding Chris' twisted arm behind her back, Emmy lowered and savagely bit Chris's fingers! Chris couldn't even try to hold in her scream. "W-A-A-A-AH!" Unwanted tears began to stream from Chris' eyes, adding to her shame. The crowd was already declaring Emmy the winner, but Chris refused to surrender. When Emmy leaned down to bite again, Chris reached back with her free hand and raked her fingers in Emmy's eyes. Emmy howled and fell off. Chris staggered up, wiping away tears of humiliation.
   Chris knew what Emmy was doing to her in front of Gene, and she was furious! She kicked Emmy, who kicked back. The crowd cheered them on! Chris sneaked a kick past Emmy's defense, driving her foot deep into Emmy's gut! Emmy looked like she had been struck by lightning, caught completely by surprise! She spun around and sat down hard, with her legs out in front of her. Gasping, Chris reached down and curled her fingers in Emmy's blond hair. Emmy's eyes bulged and her mouth flew wide open screaming, as Chris dragged her along the floor by her blond hair! Chris tore out some hair, and wailing Emmy's tears poured! Blood boiling, Chris raced around in front of Emmy and hammered her with a barrage of fists! Emmy dropped to her back. Chris sat on her and rained down fist! Emmy's feet kicked madly, as she took a tremendous pounding! Chris staggered to her feet and pulled Emmy up by the hair. Chris threw punches that had Emmy staggering and swaying, unable to fight back. Chris drew her fist back and threw an all-out roundhouse punch to Emmy's mouth! Emmy spun around, and her legs shuddered. She wobbled. Then she collapsed and sat down hard with her back turned to Chris.
   Chris knelt behind Emmy's back. Emmy looked at the crowd through glassy eyes, mouth hanging open but silent. She was all but out of it. Kneeling



behind the downed blonde, Chris slowly snaked one arm around Emmy's neck under her chin and wrapped her other arm around Emmy's head. Chris applied a sleeper hold, which was basically only a choke from behind. Eyes bulging in fear, Emmy tugged desperately at the arm under her chin with all her strength, but Chris' arms were a little stronger than hers. Emmy's legs slid out in front of her, as her strength began to wane. Chris gave Emmy all she had, and Emmy was fading fast. Emmy looked out through glassy eyes at Gene. She knew she was a defeated girl. Emmy reached out her hand toward him, and in a fading, blurred voice, she gasped, "HEP. . . MEH. . . PLEZ. . .." He stepped forward to intervene, but Chris looked up directly into his eyes and gave him a tiny shake of her head, silently telling him, "No."  He backed away! Chris and Gene kept their eyes locked on each other's eyes. Chris' bruised body ached. Her scratches stung and her eyes burned, but a hint of a smile appeared on her full lips. She saw it in Gene's eyes. He was impressed with her. He was impressed by her . . . and aroused! He LIKED seeing her prove herself superior to Emmy! He LIKED what Chris was doing! Emmy's arms dropped limply at her sides. Her eyes fluttered and slowly closed. Staring up into Gene's eyes, Chris kept punishing the helpless blond for a few more seconds, to be sure she was out.  Then, suddenly, Chris tossed up her arms and held up her open hands, letting sleeping Emmy slump forward, face down on the floor.
   The crowd brought the house down with cheers! Chris rose panting and shaken. She never lost eye contact, as she walked to Gene. After a few moments, a moan came from behind them. Emmy's arms and legs slowly slid on the floor, as she began to come to. She regained her senses, but she had nothing left in her. She had to be carried from the field of battle. She knew she had lost the fight, and she had lost her pride. She discovered she had lost something else, too. She was missing one boyfriend. Gene quit his job too and left with Chris. That night, Gene gave Chris all the tender loving care she could have dreamed of, and more. Chris lost her job, but she won the fight, proved she was the better woman, and she won the man she wanted.

[Horny-Jew]

Straight male. Slightly too violent, but still got me hard. 

[Horny-Jew]