"How did I lose?"
Rose could not give herself peace, Elsa's smiling face as she became powerless against her was a continuous moral slap in the face of her arrogance. A little confidence of hers had been shattered, after all the effort she had put into solidifying it, Elsa had turned the tables on her.
The gym was the only place where she could feel free, it was her unchallenged kingdom, the beginning of everything and the end of everything. She felt in the lost sweat the purification of problems, a reassurance in the muscle pain she felt every second of intensive training.
After the ascent there is the descent, after the clouds, there is the Sun. It was the day to train her legs and glutes, Rose felt powerful after the warm-up. She had too much energy and too many problems to consume. Her eyes focused on her toned, sexy legs, finally on that round, firm ass. Every part of her body was magnificent, but that day her ass seemed to shine with its light.
A light, however, that created shadows, one shadow in particular, someone who seemed to envy her confidence, almost to discredit her. Rose's eye could not immediately adjust to that shadow, a blur in her perfect picture in the mirror.
The more time passed in the gym, the emptier the place became. Fewer eyes, fewer people, more awareness of the space around her. Mirroring herself, showing her butt to the mirror reflection like a trophy, Rose saw her. That girl, off to the side, intent on imitating her pose.
That girl's eyes were serious, determined, and confident. The British girl took no notice, continuing to focus her attention on herself. If that girl was an imitator, at least she had chosen a better model than all the others. Rose continued with her exercise series, switching machines as needed.
"130 kg?" thought Rose, returning to the squat machine.
So far, she has been focused and meticulous about her workout, not having to exceed her upper limit of 120 kg. Who had modified that weight? Who had lifted more than her? Rose looked up and understood.
That girl by the mirrors imitating her poses, showing off her marble-looking ass. Rose lowered her gaze to look at that girl's muscles, her butt. It was magnificent, perfect, looking like a copy of hers. The British girl looked up, meeting the girl's through the mirror, giving a small arrogant smile.
She knew.
The rest of the training was a war of looks, poses and exercises. They both increased the weight of each machine until they were at the same level, failing to exceed 140 kg. It was heavy, but neither wanted to give up. At every end of the set, the mirror was theirs, continuing like this until the two of them left.
The first to leave the gym was Rose, her gaze worth a thousand words. The girl stared at her for a few seconds before grabbing her towel and following her into the locker room. A place where there was no hiding, it was the place of absolute truths. No lies, they are realities.
When the girl crossed the threshold of the locker room, Rose was intent on wiping the sweat from her neck, watching the entrance from the mirror on the wall. Her eyes and the girl's eyes met again, both could see the fire in their eyes burning.
Rose finally turned toward the mysterious menace, watching her from head to toe before giving a small grunt. Slowly, the grey top was removed, finally taking off her bra and letting her 32F jump out naked in all its glory, then starting to remove her burgundy leggings, turning slightly to give her body that curvy look. Her ass came out magnificent in the air, covered only by the white briefs.
The other girl waited until the last garment was also removed before making her move. Her hands reached for the camisole, removing it with a quick gesture, then unfastening the bra and placing it in the bag, the 32Cs pointing directly at the rival cup. The girl had her back to Rose, casting a glance over her shoulder, then she removed her pink leggings, remaining in her white briefs. Without looking back, she removed that as well, remaining with her round, firm ass perfectly bare, before casting another glance behind her.
"Rose," the model finally said, after a few seconds of silence.
"Aria," the other girl introduced herself, with a British accent.
The gym queen found herself more surprised than expected, that girl had an ass that even she could feel envy of, attended the same gym as her and had the same limitations. Moreover, they shared their country of origin. Too many coincidences, and too many similarities.
Rose approached the mirror, leaning forward slightly and showing her bare ass, Aria followed her without blinking, imitating the pose. The mirror did not have the gift of speech, but if it had, it would have remained silent, shocked. The asses of the two girls were so similar as to appear almost twins, but the detail that did not escape either of them was that Aria's ass was slightly larger.
A tiny detail, but one that made one girl smile and the other cringe. A small challenge was lost by the gym queen against this new contender for the throne. The eyes of the two girls locked through the mirror, sharing the same desire, the same thought, the same need.
"My ass is better," Aria whispered.
"You're just someone trying to imitate a better ass," Rose replied with an arrogant smile.
Aria squinted her eyes, bringing her right butt cheek against her rival's left one. The touch was glowing and icy at the same time, the heat of their bodies was out of control but the knowledge that they would surely start a battle where a conviction would crumble along with the ass of either of them chilled her veins.
"Imitate? Look closer, bitch," growled Aria with a grim smile, "My ass is bigger, fuller. Harder."
"Now say it without crying, cxnt" smiled Rose arrogantly, thrusting her butt into her rival's "You know your ass wouldn't handle the conflict."
The two girls looked at each other in the mirror, squaring their butts once more, both thinking they were within reason to believe they had the better ass.
The two girls pressed their butts together more, squeezing them as they imparted more force into their legs. Their hands rested on their legs as the flesh of their butts flattened slightly against each other.
Their hips began to move, making their buttocks rub together, probing what their rival's words kept confirming, testing the resistance and fullness of their opponent's ass.
Rose focused her attention on the particularity of her earlier defeat, instinctively feeling that small difference in size, her ass cheeks rubbed on a larger surface than her rival's.
Aria began pumping her ass into Rose's rear end, rolling her butt over and under her rival's. Slipping with sweat each time their asses were squeezed together.
The two girls leaned forward, pressing their booties together more, measuring them entirely against each other, thrusting their hips out as a challenge to their opponent. Their eyes fixed on the mirror to watch their asses fight.
"I'm going to kick your ass, whore," growled Rose, pushing harder.
"Big words for such a small ass," smiled Aria, pushing back.
The two girls increased the intensity of the confrontation, pulling back and forcefully slamming their booty together, each encounter marked by a small dull thud of wet flesh, followed by the grunts of the contenders.
Rose and Aria's eyes continued to cast arrogant glances at each other through the mirror as their asses slammed together, each eager to erase the other's pride by destroying the rival ass.
Their asses shattered together, finally being smashed together for a few seconds before going back and repeating the process, feeling the soft hum of pain beginning to build in their hips.
Rose resumed attacking violently, trying to press her rival with the force of her ass, Aria, however, was ready to respond to every move, continuing to hit her again and again.
Rose's lips parted to gasp as she was forced to step forward. Gritting her teeth, the model pushed back, making her rival moan as her ass repelled the enemy's booty.
"You're not on my level, bitch. Your ass won't hold up against mine," smiled Rose.
Aria cast an angry glance at her rival through the mirror, then charged at her opponent. Rose's ass received a hard blow, causing her to lose her smile as she stumbled forward. The British menace returned for another collision, causing Rose to groan. The final blow between Aria's ass and Rose's sent the latter crashing into the lockers.
"I've never been on your level," Aria hissed, "because I've always been higher than you."
The new girl began to throw her ass against Rose's, the model received blow after blow, thrusting her ass out in response but each time their asses collided, the model's hips hit the lockers in front of her.
Aria finally pressed her ass into her rival's, crushing the enemy's body hard against the cold lockers. Rose groaned, trying to push herself away using her arms, waiting for her rival to move to explode her force.
As soon as the new threat moved away to charge at Rose again, the model launched herself back with explosive speed. The gym queen's ass struck Aria's booty with a slap, causing the girl to yelp and fall forward on her knees.
"That's where you belong," sneered the British model, "Bowing before the best woman."
Aria returned her rival's gaze, smiling in turn with the same arrogance as at the beginning, arousing jealous anger in the queen.
"So why don't you come down too, better woman," Aria said wryly, "so we can see if your weak ass can fight without having a chance to escape."
The model squinted her eyes, almost immediately accepting the challenge issued by her rival. She probably would have accepted any kind of challenge, convinced that Aria would have done the same. Neither wanted to show weakness, neither could afford to.
The two girls' legs crossed under their bodies, pressing their booty together as the girls entwined their arms, locking them together with the space between their forearms and biceps.
Suddenly, Rose and Aria began arching their backs to thrust their butts hard forward, squeezing and sliding them back and forth, leaning in more to increase the pressure, feeling their butts flatten together.
Their butts continued to rub evenly, each butt seeming to offer the perfect resistance to the rival butt, crushing and torturing each other. Rose tried to feel if Aria's ass seemed to begin to give way, but the rival pride still seemed perfectly hard as the beginning.
Tightening her grip, Aria began to force her ass back. Rose clamped her lips together, feeling the sudden pressure as her ass cheeks spread wider. Throwing her head back, the model pushed her ass into her rival's, hearing Aria's frustrated sigh.
Rose smiled arrogantly as her ass continued to push the rival one back, feeling her body lean forward to increase the pressure. Her lips parted, ready to taunt her rival.
Aria pushed her ass away suddenly, sending it back against Rose with sudden force. The model's breath came out as a surprised sigh, any ground gained lost in a second. Rose lowered her head in pain as the British menace continued her strong ass against her rival.
"What's wrong, bitch?" hissed Aria "Can't you keep up with me?"
The model gritted her teeth, anger increasing her desire to destroy her rival. Rose's body curved to send a slap to Aria's ass, but the new girl was quicker.
Aria's booty crashed painfully against Rose's ass, the model moaned loudly as her arms lost their grip. The model's body fell to the floor, her breasts pressed against the floor as Rose gasped in pain.
Aria sat on her rival's ass, bouncing slightly and grinding her butt into her rival's. The model grunted each time, clenching her fists as her rival continued to taunt her.
"Can you feel it? My best ass beating yours?" asked Aria mischievously.
Rose felt her butt cheeks widen and return to normal each time Aria's ass pressed against her and rose, continuing undaunted to beat her ass. The model's teeth gritted as her brooding anger seemed to erupt.
When Aria stood up, Rose pushed with all the force of her hips upward, striking Aria's ass from below. The new girl's eyes went wide as she seemed to fly off, landing forward on her knees.
The model quickly stood up, returning to her feet, watching Aria do the same. In the new girl's eyes was her confidence of victory-she was the better woman and Rose would fall soon. The light in Aria's eyes, however, was too bright; they almost looked as if they were moist.
"You will pay dearly, bitch," Rose hissed, clenching her fists.
"I'm going to break your ass in the next few minutes, bitch," smiled Aria.
The two girls impetuously approached, slamming their asses together, the wet slap was as hard as the blow, pushing them both back a step. Aria and Rose approached again, throwing their asses together with force and violence, smashing their butts together.
Rose struck back hard, sending her ass against one of Aria's buttocks, her rival responded by swinging her hips and slapping her enemy's booty, the sound of their asses fighting echoed in the locker room.
Aria tried again to push Rose back, driving her against the lockers, but the model refused to allow her rival to humiliate her again, brutally slamming her ass into her opponent's.
Both curved their backs, hurling their butts together, causing each other pain to force the other to surrender. Aria and Rose continued stubbornly exchanging blow after blow, increasing the force more and more.
Rose had tears in her eyes, her ass continued to fight Aria's on equal footing but the pain was growing beyond measure. That girl seemed unwilling to give up, so much so that the model began to worry about possible defeat.
Both girls locked arms once again, sending their swags forcefully against each other, moaning as the pain grew in them. Their legs began to shake with each impact, jolted by the pain and the timing of the fight.
Their asses slapped again and again, catching each other from the sides and frontally, the two girls kept shaking more and more as a tear streaked Rose's cheek.
Desperately, the model hurled her ass with all her remaining strength at Aria's, the new girl moaned in a hard voice as her legs trembled more, stumbling forward.
Rose forced herself to hang on to that little hope, continuing to hurl her ass frontally and sideways at Aria's ass, resisting her rival's responses that matched her strength with all she had.
"Bitch!" screamed Aria, throwing her ass back.
"Fuck!" moaned Rose, responding forcefully to the thrust "You can't compete with the queen of the gym!"
Rose's hips slammed into Aria's, causing her to moan loudly as one leg gave out, causing her to fall sideways, landing sobbing on the floor and gasping for air.
Rose stood beside her, panting as her breasts heaved and her heart seemed to race. She smiled, at last, aware that she had finally defeated the last threat in the gym-the title of gym queen was still hers.
The model walked slowly to position herself in front of Aria, kneeling and lifting her rival's face by the jaw. Aria's eyes were filled with shame and anger, as well as tears.
"Who has the better ass?" asked Rose with a wicked smile on her face.
"You..." surrendered Aria as tears streaked her cheeks.
"See that you remember that, bitch," hissed the model.
Rose left the girl's face, which returned to look at the floor humiliated. Getting up, Rose stretched herself to her full height, thrusting her ass out in dominance.
A hot shower would have been a nice reward for her victory.
