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Why not share a little bit of it with us?
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yeah, i guess. I'm not sure it is what bob123 was looking for, but...
Felicia Day was spending a relaxing Sunday afternoon hanging out around her house. She was wearing jeans and a tight t-shirt with bare feet as she reclined on the couch, channel surfing. She had just gotten up to head to the kitchen when there was a loud rap on her front door.
She walked over to the door and peered through the peephole. Standing on her front step was Allison Scagliotti. Felicia knew Allison in passing, but they were not friends, and Felicia had no idea why the slim starlet was standing on her stoop. She unlocked the door and had begun to open it, when Allison shoved through the door, knocking Felicia back a few steps.
Allison slammed the door behind her, took 2 strides forward and stopped a few inches from Felicia’s face, an uncomfortably close distance, in Felicia’s opinion. Felicia stared back at Allison, slightly unnerved by the anger behind the other girl’s eyes.
“umm.. what’s up, Allison?”, Felicia stammered, slowly backing away. Allison stayed with her step for step, and replied, “Did you really think I wouldn’t hear what you did?!” Felicia felt her back bump into her living room wall, and Allison was inches from her face. “What did I do?”, said Felicia, completely confused by Allison’s accusation.
Allison placed one hand against the wall, and sneered. “At Comic-Con, you told reporters that you thought you were the new face of women in Sci-fi, and you didn’t even mention me! You think you’re more recognizable than me? You think you are better than me?!”
Felicia looked down at the ground, and started stammering something, but Allison wasn’t having it. She used her other hand to grab Felicia by the face, and brought her gaze back up to meet her own. “Listen here, Day. Your next interview? You’re going to talk about me. Specifically, how I’m better than you.”
For the first time, anger flashed across Felicia’s face. She stood straight up and shoved Allison’s hand off her face. “I will NOT!” she said, trying to muster as much confidence as possible. Allison stepped back and stared daggers at the shorter girl. “Yes you will…”, Allison started, “because deep down, you’re a one trick pony that only appeals to nerds that live in their mom’s basements! You might as well be a cosplay girl!”
Felicia’s hand shot out from her own accord and slapped Allison across the face, snapping her head to the side. Felicia immediately gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. “Oh my god…I am sorry, I didn’t mean to…” She trailed off when Allison turned back to look at her with a predatory smile. Allison smirked and calmly said, “Ok…We can play it like that,”
Before Felicia could react, Allison grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it over her head, slamming 6 punches into Felicia’s stomach in a classic hockey fight maneuver. The air was forced out of Felicia’s lungs and she slumped to the ground, her arms over her head tangled in her own shirt, exposing her black bra. Allison wasted no time, pulling the shirt from Felicia’s prone form and kicking the downed girl in the side, eliciting a groan from Felicia.
Allison threw the shirt across the room and chuckled, “I honestly thought you didn’t have the guts to hit me. But I am so, so, SO glad you did.” She grabbed Felicia by the ankles and pulled her into the middle of the room. Felicia was still stunned by the violent attack and offered no resistance. That is, she offered no resistance until she realized that Allison was unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them off her hips, revealing a pair of black panties. Felicia started kicking and accidently caught Allison in the gut, momentarily stunning her. Instead of pressing her attack, Felicia tried to pull her pants back up. Allison recovered and dropped her elbow into Felicia’s stomach, once again knocking the air from Felicia’s lungs
Allison calmly pulled the jeans from the groaning beauty and laughed again, “I DEFINITELY didn’t think you’d hit me twice, bitch.” She threw the jeans away and rolled Felicia onto her back. She gathered Felicia’s arms and pulled her into a strong Camel Clutch, holding onto Felicia’s chin with one hand. She reached down and slipped her free hand inside the cup of Felicia’s bra and viciously pinched down on the battered girl’s nipple. Felicia cried out in pain and tears welled up in her eyes. “Are you going to tell the next dumbass reporter you talk to that I’m your better?” Allison yelled over Felicia’s cries. Felicia had never felt so much pain in her life, and immediately cried out, “YES! YES! FINE! Whatever you want!” Allison let go and Felicia slumped down onto the carpet, clutching one had to her breast.
After a few seconds, Allison leaned down and picked Felicia up, balancing her on wobbly legs. “Funny thing, Felicia,” Allison said, “I don’t believe you.” Felicia’s eyes widened and Allison pushed her as hard as she could. Felicia slammed backwards through her bedroom door, and crashed onto the ground next to her bed. Allison sauntered into the room, peeling off her own shirt to reveal a small red lacy bra. As she unhooked her bra, she glanced around the room. Felicia slowly regained her footing just in time to see Allison rummaging through her bedside table.
Felicia rushed over towards her attacker and checked her into the wall. She stared flailing wildly at Allison, who simply covered her face with her forearms. After a few seconds, Felicia tired, and Allison’s right fist shot out in a crisp jab that connected with Felicia’s chin. Felicia went cross-eyed and fell backwards onto her bed. Allison stood up, reached into the open drawer and pulled out the prize she was looking for: Felicia’s vibrator.
