1
Arthur admired Shae as she pulled her jeans over her slender legs and perky bubble butt. Her soft body, and cute smile was something that always drew him to her. Her long straight black hair lifted as she slid a T-shirt over her head. She pulled it down, smoothing it over her humble breasts. Her dark eyes turned towards him, her thin eyebrows arched over them. "What?" she asked, with a sly grin on her face.
"You should back down." concern filled his voice. "She's too dangerous."
"I know she is," Shae said as she slipped her feet into her sneakers. "She's a bitch, always looking at you like you were hers."
"I'm not though," Arthur said, as he stood and placed his arms around Shae's waist, his hands resting on her round butt. "You are my girlfriend, not her."
"I know, but she needs to learn to keep her hands off you."
"I know. But I don't know if you can win."
"I have before."
"Not against someone like her,"
She gave him a sharp glare, walked over to him, and grabbed his balls "These are mine. You're mine. No one else's."
"Okay, okay," Arthur winced, "you're right."
Shae gave him a light peck on the lips and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Arthur in the bedroom.
2
Camila stood patiently as the elevator made its way up to the 17th floor. She inspected her trench coat, conscious that she was naked underneath.
The doors opened, and she walked out into the hallway, her red hair swinging with her steps. She stopped at room 1705, took a deep breath and knocked.
She waited a few seconds, the door opened, his girlfriend standing there.
"Well?" Camila demanded, her face a mask of irritation.
"I'm ready." Shae responded, "Come in."
Camila strode into the apartment, her heels sinking into the carpet, and walked into the living room. She spun making sure Shae was watching her as she dropped the coat on the ground. She displayed her slender body proudly, her small breasts and toned stomach, her long legs and her shaved pussy, her hairless armpits, and her freckled face.
"I am stronger than you," she stated, "Faster, and more agile. You should just give him to me right now."
"I think we'll see." Shae retorted.
"Very well, shall we begin?" Camila said, "Or would you like a chance to concede defeat, now?"
Shae shut the door behind her, and took her place across from Camila. Stripping down naked, she kept her eyes on her opponent, trying to not feel intimidated. Her smaller breasts and softer body made her feel self-conscious. She felt her nipples harden as the cool air hit her skin.
"We can fuck, and I can make you scream for hours." Camila said, "And he'll choose me."
Shae glared at Camila, but chose not to respond. Instead she approached her, and raised her arms. Camila stepped forward, the quickly charging into an aggressive kiss.
3
Arthur listened as his girlfriend and Camila fought. He could hear the grunts and moans. The sound of bodies smacking together. He imagined the two girls, nude, locked in an embrace. He could imagine their bodies grinding together, their contest to dominate one another. Shae's moans filled the apartment. He was certain that Camila was winning, and his dick agreed.
"FUCK!" Camila yelled.
"YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKING cxnt!" Shae screamed.
Arthur listened as the moans and grunts continued. There was a loud thud, then the smacks of their pussies grinding together.
"YOU'RE NOTHING!" Camila growled, "GIVE HIM TO ME! HE'S MINE!"
"FUCK YOU! OH GOD! YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Shae cried out.
"ARTHUR!" Camila yelled "I'M WINNING! YOU'LL BE ALL MINE!"
"FUCK HELL IF YOU ARE!"
The two girls continued, the smacking growing louder and faster. Arthur listened intently, his erection straining in his pants. His heart pounded in his chest. Slowly the moans grew more and more quiet. There was a final cry.
"ARTHUR!!!" Camila yelled.
There was silence.
"It’s over...”
The silence continued, until Arthur heard footsteps approaching. His girlfriend entered the room, sweat covering her body. Her face and neck was covered in bruises, and her arms had several scratches. She grinned, "Go look," she said.
Arthur walked past his girlfriend, and out into the living room. There in the middle of the room was Camila. Her skin was covered in bruises and red marks. Her hair was disheveled and her makeup was smeared.
"So, what do you think?" Shae said, stepping up behind him.
"Fuck... you won," Arthur said.
"I did, didn't I?" Shae's grin widened.
