This is a great topic, and I can think of numerous examples that have fired me up over the years. I will attempt to go in chronological order of some of my favorite and most fantasized about 'almost' catfights.
In high school, I had a class with this adorable, shapely, ditzy, blonde cheerleader named Savannah. Also in this class was a tall, thin, dark-complected brunette named Kenzie. Kenzie was a little wild, had a bad attitude, and eventually dropped out of school. For some reason, all the other girls looked up to her, even Savannah. Kenzie didn't care for Savannah. One day, Savannah said something innocuous to Kenzie, and Kenzie responded with a threat to kick her ass. I was waiting for Savannah's response, hoping things would escalate into a sexy catfight. Kenzie acted tough, but Savannah looked athletic and was a little thicker. Disappointingly, Savannah responded with a meek compliment about Kenze's hair. Kenzie simply walked off, ignoring the compliment, leaving Savannah looking humiliated and embarrassed. Even though a fight did not happen, a lot of people saw Savannah's humiliation, and her position in the school's social order took a hit. Savannah became less of a person whom other girls gravitated towards and more of a social follower.
I started college after a 4-year stint in the USMC. At 22, and still in Marine Corps condition, I was more popular with the ladies than ever before. My first class in college was English 101. I sat down beside these three cute blonde girls named Tasha, Emily, and Sara. We started talking and became good friends. They were close friends who had attended a local high school. Although they were all attractive, Tasha was the most beautiful and the de facto leader of their group. She was tall, shapely, and gorgeous. Emily, though cute, was the least attractive of the three. Tasha kept her around because of her brains. Although not as pretty as Tasha, I liked Sara a lot. She was feisty and had an attitude. Hot chicks like Tasha liked to keep girls like Sara around in case someone tried to start trouble with them. Sara was thin, but in an athletic way, and acted like a badass. One day, Sara was not in class, and Tasha, Emily, and I were talking. Like the mean girls they were, they had no problem talking about their friend when she wasn't around. They were making fun of Sara for an encounter she'd had at a shopping center. They had run into some people from high school. One of them was a cute guy, and Sara, knowing he had a girlfriend, kissed him. Then the girlfriend showed up and confronted Sara. The girlfriend slapped Sara. Instead of fighting back, Sara leaves crying.
I met my wife, Andrea, that first semester, and we quickly became a serious couple. A few semesters later, Andrea and I run into Tasha and her sidekicks in the campus commons. Tasha acts like Andrea isn't there and began hitting on me. She was always a little flirtatious with me, but this time she laid it on thick, and it was obviously for Andrea's benefit. Andrea was fuming, and as I tried to leave, Tasha hugged me, lingering longer than was appropriate for casual friends. I could tell afterward that Andrea was humiliated because she did not stand up to Tasha. But in actuality, she made the right decision. If it had escalated to a fight, the bigger Tasha would probably have beaten her ass, and if she couldn't do it one-on-one, her friends would have jumped in and helped her. Also, a fight in such a public area would have drawn the campus police, and Andrea could have been arrested and kicked out of college. The first time I ever expressed my catfight inclinations with Andrea was when I 'joked' with her about what would have happened if she had tried to fight Tasha. I said they would have had their way with her, slapping her around, ripping her clothes, and spanking her adorable ass. Andrea didn't think it was funny, and even got a little angry when I described how badly she would have lost. Eventually, after I brought the topic up multiple times, she realized how aroused it was making me.
Andrea has worked with a couple of ladies whom she despised. One was a boss named Holly. Holly was dark-haired, dark-complected, had a pretty face, and was bigger than my petite wife. Holly was difficult to work for, and my wife was not the only one who had problems working for her. She liked to talk down to her workers and had a reputation as a real bitch. I told her the next time Holly tried to talk down to her, she needed to slap her.
The other co-worker woman was a receptionist named Kesha. Andrea was always badmouthing Kesha and had described her as fat. One day, I had to bring Andrea something to her work. Kesha is the one who greeted me at the door, and we talked for a few minutes. She was actually cute and more thick and shapely than fat. When Andrea came out, Kesha openly flirted with me and told Andrea she never said that she had such an attractive husband. Andrea smiled, but I could tell she was fuming.
By this time in our marriage, Andrea and I often incorporated catfight stories into our pillow talk before sex. On different occasions, I brought up the idea of Andrea catfighting Holly or Kesha, but my wife quickly shut me down. She said she did not want to think about them during sex. In truth, I think she knew that she would have gotten her ass kicked by either woman, and the thought of these despised bitches humiliating her in front of me was a thought she did not want to consider.
