Alley Cats in Heat
Short Story by J. Coleman
CHAPTER ONE
"Naomi"
When Naomi Watts entered a room, she took immediate command of it and this day was no different when she arrived at the apartment of Gwen, her manager and long time personal friend for an intimate luncheon with a few select guests.
The luncheon was to celebrate Naomi signing a lucrative new film deal that promised to catapult her to the pinnacle of her career. The film was to be directed by the notable British cinematographer, Trevor Graham, and it was really a toss up as to who was more excited; Naomi or Gwen.
Quickly handing Naomi a mixed drink, Gwen beamed as she grabbed the blonde's arm gently and led her to the corner of the room.
"He's coming today, you know," Gwen said with a broad smile.
"Who's coming?" a puzzled Naomi asked, taking a sip of her drink.
"Trevor," Gwen said, "who else?"
"He's coming here?" Naomi asked, almost spilling some of her drink.
"Yes!" Gwen continued. "The Peppermill... in person!"
Both women laughed since Trevor was nicknamed the peppermill due to his ample anatomical endowment that made him almost legendary in the film industry. The rumors that accompanied the tales of his massive size boasted of prodigious prowess when it came to the art of lovemaking and many young starlets sought to prove or disprove the legend.
"So, uh...." Naomi began somewhat sheepishly but with an impish twinkle in her eyes. "Is he seeing anyone at the moment?"
"Unfortunately he's hooked up with some snooty British heiress, Amanda something or other," Gwen said.
"Amanda Cheatham?" Naomi asked, surprised.
"Why yes, do you know her?"
"I know of her," Naomi admitted. "Is she coming too?"
"No way," Gwen quickly stated.
"Good," Naomi smiled.
"She has quite the reputation from what I hear," Gwen added.
"Oh yeah," Naomi laughed. "Bitch, whore, slut, tramp, sleaze bag... should I go on?"
"Your love for her is noted!" Gwen laughed.
"Is she still modeling?" Naomi asked.
"No photographer will work with her," Gwen said with disgust. "She spends her time bed hopping among the British aristocrats when she's not on display in some tabloid for a public temper tantrum. If you're thinking what I think you are, forget about it. This woman is trouble with a capital T and you don't need that. No man is worth it."
"Not even the infamous Peppermill?!" Naomi laughed.
"Not even him," Gwen warned.
"Not to worry, Luv," Naomi reassured her. "I can take care of myself and maybe a little competition might be just what that haughty bitch needs to put her in her place."
Both women then turned as Trevor was greeted at the door by the other guests, each eager to get a personal greeting and a handshake from the celebrity. Naomi surveyed the man from across the room, scanning him up and down and visualizing him without his clothing.
As Trevor greeted all the guests, his eyes eventually found Naomi and as their eyes met, she felt her heart sink to her feet. There was an immediate unspoken connection between them and without averting her eyes from him she silently pushed her drink into Gwen's hand and moved toward him.
After formal introductions, it was apparent to Gwen that a fire was already burning between Trevor and Naomi so she quietly slipped away to leave the two alone to get acquainted. As the two engaged in awkward small talk, Naomi made a point to brush against him whenever she could to send him the go sign should he be interested. After several minutes of rather blatant flirting and obvious sexual innuendo, Trevor finally says he'd like to see her again if she was interested while openly admitting he was already seeing someone else. Naomi said she was definitely interested and the fact that he was seeing someone was really of no concern to her.
As they eagerly exchanged private cell phone numbers, Trevor tucked the folded paper neatly in his wallet. "Would you possibly be available next weekend?"
Naomi smiled, looked down as if pausing to think, and then leaned up to whisper in Trevor's ear. "Frankly, right now would be perfect as far as I'm concerned," she said brazenly.
"Indeed!" Trevor replied, taken aback slightly. "I don't suppose there would be any place here that we could steal away to for a bit of privacy?"
Enticing Trevor to follow by sensuously crooking a finger under his chin, Naomi led him to the kitchen and then into a dimly lit, little used pantry area. He grabbed her and kissed her immediately as she quickly fumbled to undo his belt and trousers, dropping them to the floor with dispatch.
Trevor lifted Naomi up, pressing her against the wall as she hiked up her skirt and pulled off her skimpy silk panties.
"Oh my God!" she gasped as he slid into her, filling her with his massive erection. She was hot, wet, lubricated, and fully enveloping as he slowly began to thrust in and out in long, then short rhythmic strokes, teasing and pleasuring at the same time.
Naomi wrapped a nylon stocking clad leg around Trevor who immediately began stroking the silk stocking up and down along the smoothness of the grain instead of back and forth across the rough side of the material.
"I adore women who wear silk stockings," he whispered as he stroked deeper and harder.
"What color is your favorite? Mmmmmmm," Naomi asked and then moaned as a wave of pleasure overtook her.
"Black of course," Trevor answered, his breathing now speeding up and his pulse quickening.
"In that case I shall buy out Bloomingdale's tomorrow!" she cooed.
Their bodies pumped and ground together now as they each sought the ecstasy and release of orgasm. Cans rattled on shelves, a mop was knocked over, and finally a metal scrub bucket was inadvertently kicked several feet as Trevor finally tensed one final time and shot his load into Naomi who let out a loud high pitched squeal as her body shuddered through two successive orgasms before falling limp in his arms.
After a moment to collect themselves and make sure their clothing appeared the same as it had before exiting the party, Trevor and Naomi returned to the living room to be greeted by a bevy of knowing smiles and grins by the other party goers who had obviously heard more than they should have.
"You go girlfriend!" a friend of Naomi's whispered to her as she brushed past with a drink in her hand.
* * * * *
CHAPTER TWO
"Amanda"
As Amanda pushed her way into the hotel suite she shared with Trevor, she unceremoniously dumped the armload of package she'd been carrying from an expensive trip to several of New York's finest couturiers.
"Please!" Amanda said tersely as she saw a bathrobe clad Trevor lounging on the bed watching television. "Don't get up!"
"Hello Luv," Trevor said without looking away from the screen. He was watching the movie "21 Grams" starring Naomi Watts and was currently glued to the TV as Naomi's torrid love scene began.
Amanda was a striking beauty with classic features and a body built for sex. She was not accustomed to being ignored and found herself a bit insulted that Trevor still had not turned away from the television to focus his attention on her.
Slowly moving toward the bed, Amanda slid a gleaming silk stocking clad leg onto the bed and slowly toward Trevor to entice him and draw his attention. Kicking off her tall stiletto heeled pumps, Amanda slid onto the bed and immediately began to fondle Trevor with her stocking clad feet, something he greatly enjoyed.
"Mmmm, that feels good," he whispered, still focused on Naomi's unbridle lust on screen, comparing the performance in his mind to the session in the pantry at the party several days earlier.
"Why must you watch this mindless rubbish?" Amanda hissed, grabbing the remote that lay beside Trevor to change the channel.
"No, no!" Trevor insisted. "I want to see this!"
"That's the bitch from your new film, isn't it?" Amanda asked in a huff.
"Yes," Trevor answered succinctly.
Amanda was now slowly stroking his cock in her hand as she lay beside him. "Have you met her yet?" she asked suspiciously.
Ignoring the question entirely, Trevor was caught up now in Naomi's love scene and was enthralled by the sight of her bare breasts and long protruding nipples that jutted toward the sky as she lay on her back.
"Bloody hell!" Trevor wailed. "The look like fucking tent pegs!"
Amanda's grip tightened around his growing, throbbing erection now and she bristled with rage and jealousy at the fact that he was watching another woman while she was caressing him.
Amanda was usually able to keep her quite active temper in check around Trevor. She worked hard at it but sometimes it took control of her despite her best effort to remain its master.
"Please!" Amanda guffawed with a disgusted sigh. "She's just another tiresome boring bitch who thinks her tits are national treasures and who wants to shove them in everyone's face."
Amanda continued to bitch and berate Naomi, completing disrupting Trevor's viewing of the love making scene that he'd so been looking forward to watching 'in private'. Realizing his efforts were futile at best, he turned his attention to Amanda who was already peeling off her clothing.
Swinging a silk clad leg over Trevor to straddle him, she ripped open his robe, positioned herself over his massive cock, and slid down onto it, completing enveloping the solid shaft.
As Amanda began slowing sliding up and down on Trevor's cock, she unhooked her bra and let her massive tits spill out into his view. Her nipples, already hard and erect, thrust out proudly to rival Naomi's in every way. With each well timed thrust, Amanda would lean forward and stab her erect nipples into Trevor's face with an ominous glare from her piercing eyes that silently spoke volumes on her stake to his sexual claim.
Noticing that Trevor was still trying to catch occasional glimpses of the television, Amanda shifted their position on the bed to where she fully obstructed his view and made him focus entirely on her. She fucked him harder and faster now, rubbing the course grain of her fine silk stockings against his bare rib cage, bringing him to the highest level of excitement. She squeezed him within her powerful thighs; grating, grinding, and rubbing the silk stockings against his bare flesh until it turned bright red from the abrasive material.
The headboard of the bed was now slamming against the wall so hard; paint chips were breaking from the wall and littering the head of the bed. The lamps on the night stands rattled and shook as she wildly pumped and gyrated, screaming loudly in the throes of unabated passion.
Finally hitting the crescendo of her sexual symphony, Amanda exploded into orgasmic frenzy; raking her long, sharp claws over Trevor's bare chest and still tightly crushing his torso between her silk clad legs.
As Amanda finally rolled off to the side, she moaned with pleasure before swinging a leg back over Trevor to lightly rub her stockinged leg up and down his chest and abdomen.
"I trust your relationship with Ms. Watts will be strictly professional and of the highest ethical and moral standards," Amanda said as casual statement with ominous undertones of a threatening nature.
Amanda Cheatham was not a woman to be scorned by any man or to be taken lightly by another rival female. She was a force to be reckoned with on every level.
* * * * *
CHAPTER THREE
"Staking Her Claim"
The next Friday night, Trevor and Naomi had dinner at a small bistro well off the beaten path that was often used for trysts by celebrities and other notable individuals who sought privacy and discretion. Knowing that her career as an actress could crash and burn with one box office flop, Naomi knew she needed to plan for the future and for a possible family and at the moment, Trevor figured prominently in those plans.
After dinner Naomi talked Trevor into returning to his place rather than her apartment. She was still very aware that he was seeing Amanda and she wanted to eliminate the competition by out performing and out fucking her rival in their own bed.
Once behind closed doors, Naomi quickly sat Trevor on the bed and began a very sensuous strip tease and lap dance for him, teasing and enticing with each erotic movement she made.
As she finally stripped to just her black silk panties, Trevor reached for her but she pulled away and admonished him. She pulled a black garter belt and a pair of sheer black silk stockings from a small bag she'd brought with her and watched him as she slowly wrapped the delicate garter belt around her thin waist, hooking the rear clasp in front and then slowly rotating the lacy garter belt around into position with the hook in the rear.
Naomi watched him lick his lips and fidget uncomfortably due to his growing erection as she continued to toy with him. Draping one black silk stocking around her neck, Naomi took the other stocking with one hand at each end and began sliding the stocking back and forth through her crotch, sliding it against her panties. She moaned and licked her lips, throwing her head back to make her hair fly out as a mesmerized Trevor looked on.
Sitting down at Amanda's dressing table, Naomi slowly slid one of the stockings on, rolling it inch by inch up her long shapely leg and then pulling the wide lace elastic top out and then allowing it to snap back loudly against her thigh before fastening the two garters to it.
She then rose and walked toward the bed. Using the second stocking to wrap around Trevor's neck, she pulled his mouth to her bare breasts and erect nipples, rubbing and pressing against him. Then, lying on her back across his lap, she told him to put the other stocking on her.
Trevor's cock was now literally stabbing Naomi in the small of the back as his shaking hands fumbled to rolled the top of the stocking down to the toe to slide it over her small foot and then up her leg. He almost shot his load at that point as she moaned and slowly writhed in his lap as he slid the stocking up and hooked it to the garter straps. Naomi then sat up and reached for her spiked heeled shoes which she slid on and then watched as Trevor stripped.
Ordering him onto his back, Naomi straddled Trevor in much the same way Amanda had several days earlier when Trevor was watching Naomi's film. He was intoxicated by the feel and sound of her expensive silk stockings and she used them deftly, knowing exactly how and where to rub them and apply pressure.
She then began flaunting her breasts near his face, dangling them just inches above him and occasionally leaning down just enough to allow an erect nipple to lightly brush against his face.
"Do you like what you see?" she cooed.
"They are magnificent," Trevor moaned. "I've never seen anything like them."
"And you never will!" Naomi exclaimed.
They made wild passionate love for over an hour before finally stopping to rest after multiple orgasms. Each quite adept lover was able to push buttons the other didn't even know they had, attaining new levels of orgasmic ecstasy.
Bathing in the afterglow and laying beside Trevor, Naomi thought that would be the ideal time to gather some intelligence on the enemy and feigning ignorance, asked Trevor who his girlfriend was.
"Amanda Cheatham," he answered softly.
"And what would Amanda Cheatham say if she knew how you just fucked me?" Naomi asked impishly.
"She's utterly insane with jealousy," Trevor admitted. "I'm afraid you'd be in grave danger if she found out."
"I'm not worried," Naomi laughed. "I can MORE than hold my own in a cat fight."
"Is that so?" Trevor asked, more than a bit intrigued by the information.
"As a matter of fact I wouldn't mind a little one on one 'chat' with Amanda," Naomi said, gently stroking his already growing cock. "We have some, uh, territorial issues to resolve if you know what I mean."
"I'm betting you'd like to be a fly on the wall for that confrontation, wouldn't you?" Naomi teased.
"Things could get rather unpleasant," Trevor said with a small chuckle.
"Of that you can be certain," Naomi threatened as she continued to masterfully work his growing erection. "Have you ever seen a fight between two bitches in heat over the same man?"
"No, I can't say that I have," Trevor admitted.
"Judging from the size of your cock right now, I'm betting you'd like to see Amanda and I have each other on the carpet, wouldn't you?"
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't find it somewhat erotic," Trevor confessed.
Naomi swung a leg over Trevor and began using her silk stocking clad leg to caress his throbbing manhood as she pressed her erect nipples against his body and whispered sordid, graphic details of her version of a cat fight between she and Amanda to him.
"I think we'd meet in a luxury penthouse suite in long flowing low cut gowns and high heels with garter belts and stockings and sheer panties. We would of course size each other up visually, circling around in silence and assessing one another while thrusting out our breasts to prove who was bigger. We might even raise the hems of our gowns to show each other where your cock has already been. Then the catty taunting, name calling, and threats would begin. We'd flex our claws and bare our teeth to show one another our formidable arsenal of cat fighting weaponry. Eventually one of us would succumb to the rage and slap the other who would be honor bound to return the slap which would immediately escalate to hair pulling. Next would come the inevitable face scratching, eye gouging, clothes ripping, breast mauling carnage that we'd both resort to in order to win our man. From there the fight would just degenerate to one lower more sordid level of perversion after another until eventually we'd both be writhing around on the floor or on the bed; locked in a bloody, sweaty, perhaps even erotic embrace until one of us lost her will to fight."
"You can certainly paint an interesting picture," Trevor said, shaking his head.
"It's all true," Naomi continued. "Fighting over a man brings out the brutal sadistic side most women keep hidden away."
"While the man you're fighting over stands there like a fool," Trevor said.
"Oh no!" Naomi purred sensuously. "Two women don't fight like that unless the man is truly worth fighting for, you should feel honored when that happens. How would you feel if we got into a fight like that over you?"
Naomi could tell he was visualizing the fight in his mind at that moment and she worked his cock accordingly, making him shoot his load within seconds. "It seems as though you'd thoroughly enjoy it," Naomi laughed.
"I don't know," Trevor said with a furrowed brow. "The thought of the two of you brawling like fishwives..."
"You aren't fantasizing about us brawling like fishwives; you're fantasizing about us fucking like stoats during a fight!!" Naomi challenged.
"I beg your pardon!" Trevor said in his own weak defense.
"Okay so you see Amanda and I filthy and smelly and in dirty peasant clothes rolling around in the dirt!!" Naomi continued, sitting up now in bed. "You don't see us writhing and grinding and squirming around on a waterbed with satin sheets with each of us clad in sheer silk stockings and garter belts and high heels? You don't see us clawing and biting each other's tits and cxnts? You don't see us fuck fighting to destroy the rival cxnt that accepted your cock?"
"Well..." Trevor agreed sheepishly.
"You don't fool me!" Naomi laughed. "The mere thought drives you insane with passion, look at you... you're stiffening again already."
"You are something!" Trevor said with disbelief.
"Yes I am," Amanda said proudly. "And I want you to watch Amanda and I fight for your cock!"
Once again they made love and then again until nearly dawn when both were simply too exhausted to continue. As they laid side by side and watched the sunrise over the city skyline, Trevor remembered that Amanda was due back by late morning or lunch time so he hurriedly but politely urged Naomi to collect her things and head home.
Just before leaving, Naomi managed to slip her discarded black silk stockings under the bed. Then, while Trevor was on the opposite side of the bed, she positioned one of the stockings to where it would just barely be visible to someone looking around the room to make sure everything was in order but not obvious enough to anyone not looking for evidence.
As she smiled and kissed Trevor goodbye at the door, she took a last glance back at the calling card she'd left for Amanda under the bed. Satisfied that the gauntlet had been cast, Naomi left with spring in her step, humming a show tune to herself.
* * * * *
CHAPTER FOUR
"Marking Her Territory"
After catching a few brief hours of sleep after his long night with Naomi, Trevor awakened as he heard the door open. Amanda dropped her suitcase on the bed and quickly began to strip off her business suit, tossing it along with her undergarments randomly about the carpet before slipping into the shower.
As Trevor lay on the bed trying to will himself awake, Amanda emerged from the shower with amorous intentions. When he tried to make his way to the shower himself, she cut him off, kissed him hard, and then deposited him back onto the bed with a playful but forceful shove.
"You can shower later," Amanda said in a surly voice. "Right now I need serviced as only you can!" Amanda joined Trevor on the bed and began gently running her tongue along the length of his shaft. His cock immediately sprung to life much to Trevor's surprise after the torrid night of lovemaking with Naomi, but Amanda's skilled use of her tongue could get an erection from a corpse if she chose to do so.
Trevor was lost in a void of passion and fantasy as he lay back with his eyes closed; enjoying Amanda's tongue on him while visualizing it was Naomi's tongue. Then suddenly it stopped. He opened his eyes and furrowed his brow as Amanda's nose was wrinkled from sniffing the overwhelming stench of another woman's juices on his cock. She sat up quickly and her eyes literally burned into his, her rage obvious.
"You son of a bitch!" she yelled, her big tits bouncing as she repositioned herself on the bed. "You've had a slut in our bed! Who is she? I want her fucking name right now!"
"Calm down, Luv," Trevor said calmly, attempting to placate the livid female.
"Calm down hell!" Amanda screamed, grabbing and pulling his hair. "Who the fuck was in our bed you bastard?!"
Trevor winced in pain as he pulled Amanda's hand from his hair, immediately understanding from the intense pain why women pull hair in cat fights. "You're over reacting..." Trevor began but was cut off in mid sentence by his irate girlfriend.
"Bullshit!" Amanda screamed as she thrust a hand out and slapped Trevor across the face. "I can smell some bitch's twat all over your cock!"
In a furious rage now, Amanda jumped from the bed and tore the blankets and sheets off. Sniffing them carefully for evidence, Amanda quickly picked up on the scent of female perfume that was not hers and then threw the bed linens across the room. Her face was flushed and her nipples jutted out like poles from her lusty anger.
"What the fuck is this?!" Amanda roared as she spotted Naomi's silk stockings under the bed. She leaned down, picked them up and examined them carefully.
"You need to just relax and calm down," Trevor said, hoping his voice wasn't cracking from the fear and panic he felt inside.
"Well I guess I'm left with two options," Amanda said, examining the dried semen on the black lace welt of one of the silk stockings. "Either you're a fucking transvestite who gets off on wearing women's underwear or the slut you brought into our bed left her stockings behind. Which is it?!"
Trevor began to speak but a quick hand held up by Amanda obediently silenced him. "Not only have you fucked another woman in our bed but you had her wear black stockings as well? That was our love making secret... ours exclusively!" Amanda raged on, picking up a wine glass and smashing it against the far wall. She began pacing back and forth beside the bed as if quickly trying to decide what to do.
Once again Trevor tried to speak in his defense but was immediately stifled and told to just shut up and lay down like the dog he was.
"I'm going to take a shower while you calm down," Trevor finally said as he slid to the edge of the bed to get up.
"Oh no you're not, you son of a bitch!" Amanda hissed, diving at him and tackling him back onto the bed and pinning him there. "I'm going to fuck the scent from your body; there will be no washing it off!"
For the next hour, Amanda literally marked every inch of Trevor's body with her own pungent juices. She forced him to repeatedly perform oral sex on her, forcing his face hard into her crotch with both hands as she violently pumped and slammed against him to hurt him while forcing him to pleasure her in the most sordid ways. Their sex was the most violent it had ever been and she left him with enough scratches and bite marks to make sure that if the other woman had him again, she'd know Amanda had been there already to make her territory.
As a totally sated and sweat soaked Amanda laid back on her side, she caught site of a single long golden hair on Trevor's pillow. Picking it up to examine it, all the puzzle pieces at once fell into place.
"It was that fucking Aussie whore, Naomi something or other!" Amanda yelled out as a statement rather than a question. She instantly straddled a totally spent Trevor and began slapping him to get a confession from him.
Finally withering under her baleful gaze and violent questioning, Trevor finally admitted his indiscretion and that if had in fact been with Naomi Watts.
"When I get my hands on that bitch, I'm going to rip her fucking dyed blonde hair out by its black roots!" Amanda ranted. She then reached down and grabbed his dormant cock. "This is mine and ONLY mine you bastard! I'm going to hunt down your little bitch and when I'm through with her, I swear she'll never to able to fuck another man for the rest of her life! As a matter of fact, when I'm done with her, no man would have her!"
"Fighting won't resolve anything," Trevor said slowly. "Besides, she would never fight you."
"Of course she will," Amanda said quickly. "She WANTS to fight me! She challenged me to fight for you!"
"What in bloody hell are you talking about?" Trevor asked, confused.
"She cast the gauntlet," Amanda said as she picked up Naomi's stockings and waved them in front of Trevor's face. "She left these and made sure I'd find them and if you think that was accidental, then you are a moron! This was a private woman to woman message that says 'I just fucked your man and if you want him, you're going to have to fight me for him', that's what these mean!"
"That's absurd!" Trevor said while knowing Amanda was correct in her assessment.
"I plan to give that bitch all the fight she can handle, and then some!" Amanda said through clenched teeth and narrowed eyes with a look that made Trevor's blood run cold.
* * * * *
CHAPTER FIVE
"Sugar n Spice and Everything Nice"
For the next week Trevor felt like he was caught in the middle of a battle between two all consuming forces. Naomi had fallen hopelessly in love with him and wanted to be with him constantly. She balked at the clandestine meetings he orchestrated to cover his tracks with Amanda who watched his every move like a hawk. If ten minutes of his day couldn't be explained or his whereabouts proven, he was grilled by Amanda like a well seasoned professional interrogator.
Naomi was of the mind set that Amanda could simply go fuck herself. She didn't really care what the snotty, aristocratic Brit thought about her relationship with Trevor.
Amanda, in her relentless surveillance of Trevor, was determined to find Naomi and have her confrontation with the rival blonde.
Each woman worked her sexual magic on Trevor whenever they had the opportunity and it was as if the cat fight had already begun with them each trying to out fuck and out sex the other when it was their turn at the plate.
One afternoon during a clandestine lunch with Naomi, Trevor made the unfortunate mistake of leaving his cell phone on the table as he went to speak to some friends at a nearby table.
When the cell phone began to vibrate, it caught Naomi's attention so she looked over at Trevor, then at the phone, and slowly slid the phone toward her to where she could see who the inbound call was from. It was Amanda.
"Why hello, Luv," Naomi cooed seductively to plunge the dagger into Amanda's heart. "Fancy you should call right now, Trevor's in the other room recovering from the blow job I just gave him."
"You fucking slut!" Amanda roared, bringing a gleeful laugh from Naomi.
"Temper, temper," Naomi chuckled.
"Leaving the stockings as you did," Amanda began. "I thought that was an invitation to fight for Trevor but I see now since you're hiding from me and avoiding me, you're nothing but a cheap worthless whore who hides in the shadows and fucks in the gutters!"
The words stung as Naomi gritted her teeth and again glanced over to see if Trevor was returning yet. "You talk real tough on the phone, bitch. I'd like to see you say that to my face!"
"With pleasure!" Amanda fired back instantly. "Just name the time and place and I'll be there!"
"We're going to meet sooner or later and when we do I'm going to scratch your fucking eyes out!" Naomi threatened.
"Talk is cheap, bitch!" Amanda continued. "When and where!?"
"Soon," Naomi promised. "Very soon!" With that, she saw Trevor returning and cut the connection before he could see her on his phone.
Neither woman told Trevor about their phone conversation but each now knew without a doubt that a physical showdown was in the offing. It was now just a question of when and where.
Totally unaware of what had transpired between Naomi and Amanda the previous day, Trevor phoned Gwen to tell her he'd be attending her party that evening and that Amanda would be accompanying him. He then casually added that Naomi should be warned not to attend for obvious reasons.
Gwen hurriedly phoned Naomi to warn her of a possible confrontation with Amanda but to her surprise, Naomi actually sounded rather excited at the possibility.
"Did you hear me?" Gwen reiterated. "I said Amanda would be there."
"I heard," Naomi chuckled. "That should make things rather interesting don't you think?"
"I really don't any trouble and certainly don't want my party on the front page of the supermarket tabloids," Gwen said uneasily.
"Rest assured that I won't start anything," Naomi reassured her, emphasizing the "I" with the unspoken "but if she does...." left for Gwen to figure out on her own.
"Amanda has a rather flammable temper from what I understand," Gwen warned.
"Frankly I really don't care," Naomi said, switching the phone to the other ear. "I have no plans to start anything but if she starts any shit with me, she'll be bloody damned sorry she did."
"That's exactly what I'm afraid of," Gwen said before ending the call.
Naomi spent the remainder of the day getting ready for the party while fielding a bevy of phone calls from friends wanting to know if there was going to be a cat fight at Gwen's party. Word was spreading fast and Naomi couldn't help but wonder who was spreading it; Gwen, Trevor, or Amanda.
As Naomi was finally preparing to leave for the party, the phone rang again. The caller ID said it was Brittany, another actress she'd worked with several times.
"Hi Britt," Naomi said lightly.
"Hey Blondie, what's up?" Britt asked.
"Not much, getting ready to head out to Gwen's little bash at the bistro."
"That's why I called," Britt said, cutting right to the chase. "I've been hearing this rumor that I'm sure can't be true but I need to ask anyway."
"I know," Naomi interrupted politely. "Am I going to fight Amanda Cheatham, right?"
"Sorry, I guess you've been asked that a lot. But... are you?"
"Maybe," Naomi said. "I'm not going to start anything but if she so much as says boo to me I'm going to rip her fucking hair out."
"I heard you and Trevor have become an item," Britt added. "A jealous triangle I presume?"
"Well it's not a friendly one," Naomi asked.
"I worked with the bitch once on a photo shoot in Tahiti and Christ, I almost tore into her on several occasions," Britt said. "She would shove in tits into every man's face she saw. I wanted so bad to just grab them, twist them, and tear them off her fucking chest!"
Naomi laughed. "I know what you mean."
"I'm serious," Britt added. "A couple of the girls on the shoot and I even considered jumping her and kicking her ass one night in her hotel room. We were going to sneak into her room, jump her in bed, strip her, beat the shit out of her, and then tie her up and torture her."
"So what happened?" Naomi asked.
"We all chickened out at the last minute," Britt admitted. "It would have been sweet though."
"Well, if she starts any shit with me tonight, I'm gonna show her a cat fight from down under that she'll never forget!" Naomi said boldly.
"If you do, slug her once for me!" Britt laughed.
"You got it, take care."
"Good luck... bye."
Turning off her cell phone to avoid having to take anymore calls, Naomi adjusted the garters that held up her sexy sheer black silk stockings that she wore especially for Amanda's benefit. Checking her very revealing red silk dress, her hair, and makeup one final time, Naomi headed for the bistro and Gwen's party.
* * * * *
CHAPTER SIX
"Cat spat at the Bistro"
The party was alive and buzzing with excitement as small groups huddled together discussing upcoming films and directorial projects. Most of the guests were involved in the film industry in some way and nearly all of them were well aware of the much talked about love triangle between Trevor, Amanda, and Naomi.
When Trevor and Amanda finally made their much anticipated arrival, all heads turned to watch as they made their way through the crowd to greet Gwen and get drinks from one of the many servers scurrying about with trays of cocktails and wine.
Clinging tightly to Trevor's arm, Amanda attracted quite a number of stares from the men in the room. Dressed to kill in a sleazy, tight, braless light green silk halter dress that was much too tight and much too low cut; Amanda reveled at being the center of attention. She enjoyed the lecherous stares from the men as much as the hateful jealous glares from the men's wives. This was her stage and she was playing to an adoring crowd. It was she, after all, who had perpetrated the rumor of the impending cat fight between she and Naomi and knowing that most were here just to see the fight, she was not about to disappoint her fans.
Amanda was then cornered by several female acquaintances and spirited away to meet some fans who wanted to meet her. Reluctantly, she released Trevor's arm and went to make polite small talk. After several minutes, Amanda began hearing some oohs and aahs and hushed murmurs throughout the crowd. Quickly spinning around, she froze in place at the sight of Naomi smiling and whispering softly into Trevor's ear.
Sensing the eyes burning into her, Naomi turned and for the first time, stared into the eyes of her mortal rival, Amanda Cheatham. The silence of the impasse was crushing as the two women just glared at one another, instantly sizing up and assessing the other's body and clothing while already formulating a fighting strategy in their minds.
"Excuse me, Luv" Naomi cooed to Trevor. "I think I'll introduce myself to your EX-girlfriend!"
"I . . . uh . . . " Trevor stammered to find something to say but his language skills failed him as he watched the two stunningly gorgeous and scantily clad beauties approach one another, their stiletto heels clicking on the hard tile floor as if to warn the other she was approaching to do battle.
You could have literally heard a pin drop as the two women approached each other. The sounds of their heels on the floor and the wisp of their silken clad thighs rubbing together as they walked was all there was to heard save for the low hum of the HVAC system and the distant clatter of plates and glasses in the kitchen and nearby bar.
Stopping about three feet from one another, they silently circled and glared. Each was mentally tearing off the other's dress as they circled; measuring and critiquing every curve and nuance of the other's lush body.
Naomi was the first to up the ante in the silent cat dance they were both intently engaged in by slightly hiking up the hem of her sleazy red dress just enough to show the dark welts of the tops of her sheer black silk stockings. The act enraged Amanda who felt compelled to reply in kind by hiking her own skirt.
The crowd immediately began to buzz and whisper now, in awe at the bizarre spectacle unfolding before them. Most had never seen a real full blown cat fight and even those that had, had never seen such sleazy and slutty pre-fight posturing.
Trevor willed his cock not to engorge as he too watched the sexy display. The two vixens now began thrusting their chests outward; pressing their swelling nipples against the thin delicate silk dresses that barely contained their ample breasts while continuing to silently circle one another. In their minds, they were both already stripped and writhing around on the floor in a savage no holds barred cat fight over the cock they both coveted.
Gwen then attempted to intervene and prevent any hostilities from erupting but her efforts fell on deaf ears as neither rival even acknowledged her presence.
"So you're the slut who's been fucking my man," Amanda finally said, invoking quite a stir from the crowd who now began to form a loose circle around the two women in anticipation of the cat fight that was sure to erupt any second at that point.
"Slut?" Naomi laughed. "This coming from the national blow up sex doll of England!"
"Go crawl back into your gutter, whore!" Amanda sneered.
"Why don't you make me, bitch!?" Naomi fired right back with venom in her voice.
"Ladies, please!" the restaurant manager said as he rushed to the scene after being alerted by several severs that a possible fight was brewing. "I'm afraid I must ask you to take this somewhere else, there will be no fighting in this establishment!"
"Fuck off baldy!" Amanda hissed without taking her eyes off Naomi.
"I'm afraid I must insist!" the manager persisted, stepping between them at his peril.
"Perhaps you're right," Naomi cooed in her sexiest voice. "I do need to use the powder room anyway, could you direct me to it please?"
"Of course, madam," the manager said nervously. "Through the bar to your right."
"Thank you very much," Naomi said, ordering Amanda with her eyes to follow.
The two women headed toward the bar and through the narrow portal separating the two rooms with their skirts still slightly hiked up and their silk stockings hissing angrily as they strided toward their destiny.
The instant Naomi reached the other side of the entrance; she spun around on Amanda to face her. For a brief instant their quivering, barely covered breasts pressed together as they glared at one another. Their perfumes mingled into an intoxicating blend of erotic scents mixed with the natural scents each now emitted as a warning to her rival. Their stocking sheathed legs were now planted wide apart, precariously perched atop their tall heels.
"Still having trouble holding onto a man, bitch?!" Amanda sneered, cutting deeply into Naomi who's many failed relationships had been fodder for the tabloids recently. "Have to resort to stealing other women's men now?!"
"I'm not stealing anything," Naomi said defiantly. "If you truly satisfied him, he'd never have slept with me!"
"I'm ten times better in bed than you'll ever dream of being, you tramp!" Amanda hissed venomously.
"Oh yeah, with your flat little tits!" Naomi taunted, lightly rubbing her breasts and now fully erect nipples against Amanda's to emphasize her point.
"You're the flat chested whore!" Amanda quickly fired back, stabbing her own nipples back into Naomi's now much more forcibly. To an unknowing onlooker at that point, it would be hard to determine if the two sexy beauties were about to fight, fuck, or do both as they tested one another's breasts in their perverse pre-fight ritual.
As the tit fight escalated, Naomi's rigid nipples punished Amanda's, causing her to recoil in pain which brought a wry smile to Naomi's face in the small but psychologically crushing defeat to her rival.
"I can out fuck you, out suck you, and out fight you!" Naomi whispered to Amanda as their faces now almost touched and their tits were smashed flat against each other.
"If you want to get off on showing your skanky little tits to the American public, that's your business," Amanda whispered back. "But if you think you're going to push them into my man's face, you're going to have a bigger problem than you could ever imagine."
"Don't make idle threats, they bore me," Naomi taunted.
"I promise you bitch," Amanda growled. "If you lay one finger on Trevor again, I'll fuck you up so bad they'll have to shoot your next close-up in the emergency room!"
"I'd love for you to try!" Naomi challenged.
"I don't share my men with whores and I don't quite fancy having anything inside me that been inside you, you filthy tramp!" Amanda spat with disgust.
As their voice now began to get louder and the dialogue more ominous, people began filtering into the small dimly lit bar area to see if they were really going to come to blows.
"It's a good thing for you we're not alone, bitch!" Amanda warns.
"No!" Naomi fired back, shoving an index finger toward her rival's face. "It's a good thing for YOU we're not alone. Trust me bitch, you'd get your ass kicked if you took me on!"
"Did he tell you we're engaged?" Amanda lied to test Naomi.
The blonde was taken aback slightly at hearing that but immediately assumed it to be a lie to taunt her. "He'd rather fuck me than be married to a slag like you!"
That was all the Brit could take and she lashed out with a vicious slap the Naomi's pretty face that snapped her head to the side. The resounding slap echoed throughout the establishment and brought even more eager spectators pouring into the small bar area.
"A Catfight!" one girl cheerfully beamed to her male date as they ran past Trevor and Gwen toward the bar. "This reminds me of one of my old college sorority house parties!"
"Oh bloody hell!" Trevor said to Gwen as they both slammed their drinks down on the table and ran toward the bar.
The instant Amanda slapped Naomi, the blonde Aussie slapped her right back with equal verve and the battle was on. Hissing and screeching like two alley cats, they dug their talons into each other's hair and began dragging one another around the bar, slamming into tables and knocking over chairs.
Bar patrons quickly scattered as the writhing wildcats spun around and slammed against the bar. Screaming "cxnt", "whore", "tramp", and "slut" like two hookers in a bar room turf war; Amanda and Naomi spun and rolled and length of the long bar, knocking over stools and spilling drinks as they fought. With breasts tightly mashed together and nylon clad legs rubbing as they jockeyed for position, both women relentlessly tore at one another's hair.
Their high heels made fighting difficult and their skimpy dresses were given the throng of cheering spectators quite a show as their ample breasts began to spill into view from the constant gyrations and frenzied pace of the struggle. Neither was even aware of the many camera flashes popping in the small dark bar to record the event for possible sale to tabloids.
Reaching the far end of the bar, their momentum slammed them into the wall near the corner of the dimly lit room where they immediately broke their mutual hair pulling embrace. Backing in a classic boxing stance, Naomi threw a hard right to Amanda's face, catching her solidly and splitting her lip.
Amanda retaliated and several punches by both women followed but their rage and natural female instincts would not allow them to patiently fight a tactical skilled battle as boxers might and within seconds they reverted to what they knew best.
As if by mutual consent, each woman went for the other's dress to completely expose their already partially visible breasts not only to target them, but to put them on public display as well. Once each woman's breasts were spilled from their tops, each dug her talons into the other's bare tits in a brutal display of total female ferocity.
Lurching from their darkened corner back toward the center of the bar, their silk clad legs tangled and one of Amanda's stiletto heels snapped off sending them both crashing to the floor in a swirling tangled heap of hair, flesh, nylon and silk.
As they wildly thrashed and writhed about on the floor, they pulled hair, slapped, bit, clawed and grabbed anything they could get their hands on. It was virtually a dead even fight by that point with neither buxom battler able to gain any distinct advantage over the over.
At the manager's order, several male employees intervened to break the two fighting females apart but as they did, Amanda lashed out with her dangerous claws and laid the one man's face open with a vicious scratch that immediately drew a stream of blood causing him to back away.
The distraction gave Naomi an opportunity and as Amanda clawed the man's face, she pinned her sexual rival on her back and began pummeling her face. Amanda rolled her off with a solid thrust and Naomi's head hit a table leg stunning her momentarily.
Snatching up a beer bottle that had fallen from a table, Amanda viciously swung it at Naomi's head but the blonde ducked the violent attack and scrambled to her knees where they locked up in an intense struggle for ownership of the bottle.
Their bare breasts stabbed and grated against each other as they grunted, panted, and struggled back and forth until Amanda finally claimed sole possession of the deadly bottle. As Naomi dug both hands into Amanda's hair, Amanda rammed the bottle into Naomi's crotch in an attempt to insert it into her cxnt.
Naomi screamed and pulled away but Amanda dove atop her, tackling her to the floor and then again tried to fuck her with the bottle. Several male party guests at that point finally intervened along with the restaurant manager to separate the two fighting women.
When one of the men finally wrested the bottle from Amanda's hand, she went for Naomi's hair and each woman then had all ten claws embedded in the other's scalp which had to be painstakingly pried free one finger at a time before they could finally be separated. In all, it took five large men to get them separated. Even as they were being pulled apart one final time, each still lashed out with her dangerous high heels to inflict one last blow.
Trevor quickly covered Amanda with his coat while Gwen covered Naomi. Both women were clawed, bruised, bleeding and stripped to the waist. Their stockings were riddled with runs and holes and several garter straps had been torn loose in the fray.
Both women were then spirited away, still screaming and yelling at the other that this was NOT over by any means.
"Jesus Christ!" Gwen said to Naomi as she put her in her car to drive her home. "You're one nasty little bitch aren't you?!"
"When I need to be," Naomi steamed, still wanting her claws in Amanda's hair.
