Sorry about the delay
Links to previous chapters in order:
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,39988.0.htmlhttp://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,40170.0.htmlhttp://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,40303.0.htmlIt was a regular Tuesday and F. was at work. What seemed to be a night like any other, suddenly changed, when this handsome guy walked in and sat at the bar. Now, was regularly in the habit of flirting for tips, but also knew where to draw the line, and get out of a situation where customers did not understand the arrangement.
But this guy was different, well, first of all he was so handsome, and besides, he was sitting at the bar, so he wasn't going to be tipping her anyway. So this time she was genuinely flirting with a customer. And he was definitely taken with her – indeed who wouldn't be.
Luckily for F. she was scheduled for the early cut, and when she was allowed to leave, the handsome guy, was still sitting at the bar, and there was even an empty seat next to him.
She took her stuff and went to the bathroom. Best to make a guy wait a bit, so she took her time, changing out of her work clothes, washing up a bit, and refreshing her make up. But 15-20 minutes later she felt ready, walked to her man and ...DISASTER.
What on Earth was O., doing at the bar on a Tuesday? And worse, sitting in what she thought should be her seat, talking, laughing and obviously flirting with her man.
O looked up, and as both girls the same pleading look in each others eyes, and they both mouthed "Saw him first." They knew it would be no use. ..Shit had just gotten real.
Neither girl had the slightest intention of backing down, and certainly not for the benefit of her enemy. Where as their earlier contests in their war had had an air of sport over them, and had been sought out by both of them, O and F now suddenly found themselves, by accident and genuinely pitted against each other over a guy.
On the other hand neither couldn't say that she didn't relish taking her rival on and defeating her on a real battlefield. In a real contest were defeat would truly hurt as they both wanted this guy. This made what went before irrelevant, this duel would have taken place regardless of F's original challenge.
It only took them a second to realize this, steel themselves, ready their beauty and charms – and engage hostilities.
Their struggle was desperate. It was the first time for both of them, that they really found themselves duelling for real over a guy – at least in a duel where there was any shred of doubt over the outcome, but this made them both strive all the harder.
They were both dismayed to find that as she found several 'extra gears, now that she was in it for real, so had her opponent –their beauty and charms matching each other stride for stride, metaphorical blow for metaphorical blow.
Tonight would they decide every thing, regardless of what went before – the winner tonight would win the war. Defeat would be final. They both felt that, and so they threw everything they could at each other.
So absorbed were they in their beauty battle, that they were in a public place, and anybody could see what they were engaged in – They did not care, the only thing they did care about was overdoing it in front of the guy , that they both wanted.
And what must have gone on in his heart and mind as the epic battle between the opponents raged back and forth.
But suddenly O couldn't quite understand how, but she felt it – she was slipping. Whatever she came up with F., her rival, seemed to have a minutely better answer – and her hearthrob was definitely looking more and more away. Yes, she was definitely loosing her grip on this. F also felt this, and thought that there was now nothing else she needed to do but let O screw up on her own.
And so she did – when she felt she had nothing left, and that her beauty and charms had ultimately lost out to that of F, the last she did was shout out "Fight Me!" as she lashed out at her enemy.
F was so much on top of things that she just blocked the lunge, which obviously came across the object of their contest and disdainfulyl said "Control yourself. Come let's leave this crybaby thrashy loser, who has disturbed us all night."
And so they did. O did not know what hurt the most, losing the guy, losing to F or losing at all? As this was the first time it had happened, really.
Yet her mood went up several degrees when she shortly after received a message:
"I want this as much as you. Tomorrow night. At the beach, when no-one is there, and no-one can split us up. Come from the north, and bring a torchlight so we can find each other. Meoww, Bitch."
O could almost live with the next message:
A picture of F and the guy kissing, and the text "Now don't disturb while I have the sex that you don't."
In less than 24 hours, things would come to their head.
