The tension had been growing for weeks. They were just sick of each other. The apartment just seemed more cramped with each passing day. No breathing room.
Sammie and Linda at one time were inseparable. They worked at the same club for years as the two hottest bartenders in their district. They had their own lives, their own apartments, their own futures, but could not imagine living life completely apart.
And then the pandemic changed everything.
Their income dried up. Their savings dwindled. But their friendship endured, and they decided to pull their assets and move in together.
They found a nice two-bed, two-bath high-rise apartment they could afford as they began to rebuild their lives.
Both decided to give influencing a shot. The money seemed to be good, and unlike a club, couldn’t shut down in a plague. It seemed like a solid idea.
They created a TikTok account together.
They dressed seductively and moved in unison to different songs, creating a vast library of short videos.
They made sure to always wear the same thing in every video. It was their brand.
Sammie, 27, wore an almost see-through red thong, knee-high white socks with a pink ring at the top, and a white half-shirt that always teased underboob. Her natural tan, long blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, shapely ass, C-cup breasts, flat belly and sparkling teeth were totally accentuated by her ensemble. She looked like every white town’s homecoming queen just with less clothes.
Linda, 28, wore an almost identical outfit, except her thong was a light pink, her socks had green rings at the top, and her half-shirt was a pink mesh that nearly showed her full nipples and areola. The pink really showcased her light olive skin, long, wavy black hair, green eyes, and her identical body to Sammie’s.
They had the videos, they had the looks, they had everything to be successful, but they did not plan for one thing; the over saturation of millions of other women with the same idea.
They money wasn’t the windfall they expected. They needed a new plan.
“We are just doing the same thing as everyone else,” Linda complained. “I think we need to be more edgy.”
“Our asses are basically naked, they can pretty much see our tits and pussies; how much more edgy can we be?” asked an exasperated Sammie.
“Instead of doing silly dances, why don’t we have dramatic music play while we have intense stair downs,” Linda suggested.
“Oh, hmmm. Like mean mug each other to Nine Inch Nails songs?” Sammie asked.
“Oooh, yeah, and we can wear contrasting black and white lingerie; I should wear the white because my skin is darker,” Linda said as she thought out loud.
“Let’s do it” Sammie replied as she quickly clapped her hands and raised them to cover her widening smile.
Over the next few days, they choreographed their business model. Each video would begin with the women quickly entering the frame and getting nose to nose, hands on hips, chest to chest, pushing their bodies into each other as different song tracks raged over the moment.
It was a huge hit. Tens of thousands of followers seemed to have amassed in just a few days. Advertisers took notice, offering money to wear their lingerie.
Then the comments started compiling, demanding more. Demanding harder physical action. Some asked for boxing stances, some asked for face slapping, ass slapping, hair pulling, and pussy grabbing.
The women met some requests to appease the audience, but it was just never enough to satisfy the vast majority of their followers. They held and lightly pulled hair, lightly slapped each other’s asses, did some boxing poses, and it was just never enough to meet the demand.
Many commenters asked who would win in a fight followed by response threads of fans making their choice known. It was fairly even throughout - until it became about race.
Linda was a mix of Jamaican, Filipino, and Irish, which gave her an almost natural silkiness to her olive skin tone.
Once someone made the comment about how Linda looked like she might be part Black, the comments started piling on in stereotypical fashion that she would be the clear winner in a fight.
Both Linda and Sammie took offense to the direction their fanbase was headed, but the money was starting to flow in a very positive direction.
“What are we going to do in two months, Linda?” Sammie asked one morning after a recording. “I mean, where is this leading? Are we going to have to eventually fight to keep our audience? We’ve been doing this for a month, and the requests are just getting crazier.”
“Relax,” Linda said in assurance. “New user accounts are created every second. We are always going to be new to somebody. We have enough videos out there right now, we could probably take a week off and no one would notice.”
“I like that idea,” Sammie responded. “Let’s take a week off. Let’s see what happens.”
They didn’t take the week off.
Later that afternoon, they were both on their phones, scrolling the comments and reading a barrage of comments about who was hotter and who would fuck the other one up in a fight. It became uncomfortable for both of them.
The more recognizable they became, the less they felt safe leaving the apartment. Within a month, they both felt trapped.
Their social lives suffered, and it seemed every guy they found interest in only wanted to either have a threesome or watch them fight. They were becoming too well known.
And they were horny. Neither had had sex in over a month as a result of their own success.
They were horny and frustrated.
They made a video the next morning, and had breakfast together.
“So, what are you going to do today, Sammie? Wanna put on wigs and sunglasses and get out of here for a while?”
“I think I just want to lay in bed and read a book,” Sammie replied.
“Oh, okay,” said Linda. “You go do that. I’m going to sit on the couch and play video games today if you want to join me later.”
“Maybe.”
“Ok.”
Sammie really just wanted to finger herself to climax. And then maybe read a book.
Linda really just wanted to watch porn on the couch and rub her pussy to explosion.
Sammie entered her bedroom and slipped out of her thong, still leaving her thigh-high black nylons and lacy bra on. She lay on the bed and spread her legs. She began rubbing her clit and daydreaming about a man’s tongue, and eventually inserted fingers to simulate his cock. She began to moan. She was starting to cum when she heard load groans and moans coming from the living room. Masterbatus interuptus.
“What the fuck?” she said to herself. Frustrated, she shuffled off the bed and opened her bedroom door to investigate the living room.
She could see the close-up of a cock thrusting in and out of a soaked pussy on the 80” TV mounted to the wall.
The moaning and groaning from the TV had quieted, but she could hear moaning from the couch.
“Revenge,” Sammie thought to herself.
She could hear Linda getting close to orgasm.
Sammie approached Linda from behind the couch and loudly made a “MOOOOOO” sound.
The sound stunned Linda, who shot up to look back see Sammie laughing.
“What the fuck, Sam?” asked a frustrated Linda. “And why the fuck are you standing there with a naked pussy?”
“You interrupted me, so I interrupted you.”
“Oh, so you were rubbing your puss, and what, the TV was too loud? I accidentally sat on the remote. You know I like porn. I turned it down.”
“I was just about to finish when that happened.”
“Yeah, well, I was just about to finish when you happened.”
“I know.”
Both frustrated, Sammie turned to go back to her room. Mission accomplished.
Linda lay back down on the couch and resumed the video.
“Fucking bitch,” Linda thought to herself as she started rubbing herself again.
Sammie lay back on her bed and attempted to resume her fantasy.
Neither could finish. Both were increasingly frustrated.
Sammie threw on a pair of shorts, hooded sweatshirt and sunglasses.
Just as Sammie was getting dressed, Linda had the same idea.
They both met in the living room. They both were unhappy.
“Yeah, so I am going out,” Sammie said.
“Me too,” said Linda. “Wanna go…”
“No, Linda. Think I just want to be alone.”
“That’s cool. Me too. I was just being nice.”
Sammie walked out and Linda followed.
It was a sunny, warm fall day, and Sammie spent the afternoon in the park, just walking the trail before stopping for a quick bite at a burger joint before heading back. It was nice to get out for a bit and just clear her head. She was starting not to like the apartment much any more. Once there was enough money, she was starting to consider moving out and on with her life.
Linda was having the same ideas and feelings as she treated herself to a second glass of wine with her light dinner at a new Italian restaurant a few blocks from the apartment.
Both made their way back and caught up with each other in front of the elevators.
They didn’t speak to each other. They took the elevator in silence. Once inside, they both looked at each other in a new way. They didn’t like who they saw anymore.
“See you in the morning,” Linda said.
“Yup,” said Sammie.
Both headed to their bedrooms, and were still horny and frustrated.
“Fuck it, I’m going to watch porn,” Sammie thought to herself. “My turn.”
Sammie stripped off her shorts, thong and shirt and headed to the living room.
“I never finished,” thought Linda. “I’m going back to the couch,” as she slipped out of her clothes.
They both entered the living room at the same time.
Both naked.
Both horny.
Both frustrated.
“What the fuck?” they asked in unison.
“Find something,” said Sammie as she pointed to the remote.
“Fine,” replied Linda as they both made their way to the couch, with Linda taking the remote
Scrolling through Web apps, Linda settled on Spankbang and clicked “popular.”
The top video was Foxy Combat vid titled Marlies vs. Juliana with a thumbnail of two naked women locked in an act of aggression.
Sammie grabbed the remote from Linda and hit play.
They watched as the video began with something very familiar: a stare down. Both naked women sized each other up, studied each other; one blonde, and one slightly olive-skinned brunette with piercing eyes.
“I can see why we have a lot of followers,” said Linda as she began to run her fingers down to her increasingly inviting vagina.
“Yeah, me too,” replied Sammie as she unknowingly mirrored Linda’s movements.
Both sunk back into the beanbag-like couch and spread their legs wide as they watched the women charge and embrace each other on the large TV screen.
“I think the fans are right, I could take you,” Linda said through a deep-throated, heavy whisper, as two fingers tugged and roughly massaged her stiffening clit.
“I’ll prove them wrong, bitch,” Sammie whispered through gritted teeth as three of her fingers roughly massaged the full length of her wet pussy.
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck you.”
They became increasingly violent with their pussies as the battle on the TV raged.
Sammie jammed three fingers deep inside her pussy just as Linda did the same.
“Fuck you Linda.”
“Fuck you Sammie.”
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Screams then filled the room.
Both women’s vagina’s exploded in soaking orgasms as their bodies shot upright in unison, faces seeking God in the ceiling above, shrieking with ecstasy.
Still shivering, both women slunk back into the couch, legs spread wide as they continued to ride the final waves with fingers tracing their soaked inner thighs.
Sammie grabbed the remote and shut off the TV, but not before noticing it had only been playing for 7 minutes.
Both naked women stood up from the couch and faced each other. Still breathing heavily, they studied each other’s naked bodies, highly sexualized faces, and fiery eyes.
And then as if on cue, they both reached out and grabbed each other’s faces with their pussy soaked fingers, and roughly pushed each other’s face away in disgust, each then followed with a slap.
“You fucking bitch, Linda.”
“I hate you, Sammie.”
“Let’s settle this tomorrow on video,” they nearly said in unison as they both ran their hands from their tits to their shapely asses and across their still-soaked pussies while glaring at each other.
They both turned to retire to their bedrooms.
Both showered and chose to sleep naked. Both had been sexually satisfied for the first time in over a month. And both wanted more.
Sammie kept thinking about how good it felt to slap Linda. She reached up and grabbed her right tit, and tugged and massaged the nipple as she plunged two fingers back into her pussy. Her back arched and she let out a loud moan.
She thought she moaned so loud it echoed. Across the hall Linda was in ecstasy.
“I can fucking here you, you fucking bitch!” yelled Linda. “Fucking dyke!”
“Fuck you, you fucking skank, I can hear your ugly ass voice too!”
“Fuck you!”
“Fuck you!”
“Uuuuuhhuhhnh nnnnuhhh aaahhhh!”
“Fffffffffuuuuuckkknnnnnmmm ahhhh!”
“Uhh, I want to kick your ass so bad!”
“Uuuhuhhh, fuck you!”
Then silence as they both passed out from their orgasms.
Linda woke first, and was busy with the laptop when Sammie emerged from her bedroom.
Both were dressed in their usual TikTok attire; contrasting lingerie.
“What are you doing, bitch?” Sammie asked.
“Creating an OnlyFans account for us,” Linda responded. I want our fans to watch me kick your ass.”
“You mean get your ass kicked,” replied Sammie.
“Whatever. Are you ready to start?”
“Yup.”
The TicToc camera was recording.
Both women entered the frame, nose to nose, forehead to forehead with noticeably more pressure than normal. Tits were crushed together, mushrooming over the tops of their bras, bellies flattened, asses taught with tension. The viewers would definitely sense a different vibe in this video from the start.
Then each grabbed a handful of hair and gave each other painful wedgies, faces contorting in anguish, and then the thongs ripped.
Both women pushed each other out of the frame.
“Finish the video, whore” gritted Sammie as she pulled loose stands of hair from her mane.
Linda added a quick text box that said “see more” and listed their OnlyFans account.
The camera was slid back as far as possible to get the full living room. All the furniture was moved to the kitchen. It was just two women, clad only in thigh highs and bras, and a tile floor.
Linda started recording, and both women moved into the living room.
Bras were removed and tossed.
Both women moved to the center of the room for one final face off.
Linda ran her finger down the crack of her ass and slapped Sammie’s face as Sammie rubbed her palm over her wet pussy and slapped Linda.
Both grabbed each other’s faces and spit followed by two more slaps.
“Let’s go bitch.”
“Fuck you.”
Both women started circling each other.
Linda landed a hard slap to Sammies left tit, and Sammie landed a punch to Linda’s ribs.
Fight on.
Hands were thrown into each other’s hair, forcing both women to bend forward. Both began wildly swinging with a free hand.
Punches connected with chins, cheeks, foreheads, eyes and ribs as the combatants swung in circles around the living room.
Grunts of frustration and anger, and unintelligible insults filled the air as thuds and slaps resounded off flesh.
After a minute or so, both women kicked out at each other and separated.
They threw their hair back from their faces, revealing patches of redness, slight bruising and a couple scratches.
Still circling each other, they pulled loose strands of hair and surveyed the damage they inflicted.
Sammie instinctively ran two fingers over her soaked pussy, just as Linda did the same.
They sauntered toward each other, flicked pussy juice in each other’s faces and embraced body to body while slapping, punching and pulling hair. Faces buried into each other’s shoulders, they yelled curses in anger and yelped in pain.
They fell to the floor with Sammie landing on top, facing Linda on the cold, tile floor. Their legs spread wide, showing their pussies perfectly stacked symmetrically, giving the audience a first-time view of the two most perfect pussies in existence, soaked with juice and ground together as the women struggled for dominance.
They began to roll several times, ending with Linda on top, horizontal on camera, giving the viewers the full length view of their bodies pressed tightly together, Linda pushed down on Sammie’s wrists and arched her back to gain leverage. It was clear the intent was to put Sammie in a schoolgirl pin and plant her pussy on her face. However, Sammie stretched her neck and clamped her teeth down on one of Linda’s tits.
Linda lost her grip and was forced to the side. Hands found hair and both began wildly slapping thighs, asses and punching each other’s backs. Both struggling to regain control through loud grunts, heavy breathing, and squeals of pain.
Eventually both women pushed apart, and were able to stand up.
Once again circling each other, they took inventory of their enemy. Both were slick, and sweaty with red welts on thighs and scratched tits.
“Fucking bitch!”
“Fuck you!”
Both charged once again, grabbed tits and pussies as they both screamed in anguish.
“Aaaaaah fuck!”
“Errrrrrahhh! bitch!”
Both sopping wet twats were invaded by angry fingers, tugging at clits and pulling labia as hands gripped and pulled at tits.
Again, they pushed apart, and immediately charged again. Hands in hair, they pulled each other to the floor, legs spread, faces contorted toward the ceiling, they smashed their tits together as they screamed in frustration, anger and pain.
Struggling to gain control, Sammie threw her left thigh over Linda’s left. As the combatants twisted and contorted, their movements forced their pussies to meet for the first time.
The electrifying feeling of both clits making contact caused both women to scream in a level of sexually frustrated hate, it defies description. It was almost like the opening scream to Slayer’s Angel of Death.
Both women released a hand and slapped their opponent hard across the face as they began to angrily bash their soaked pussies together.
Leaning back, both women kept tension on each other’s hair with one hand and leaning on their free arm to maximize all the force they could muster to grind and smash cxnts.
“Youuuuu fuuuuckinnng slluuutttt nnnnhhghgg!”
“Fuuuuckknnnnn yooouuu whoooore nnnhhhggg!”
Both pussies erupted in orgasm, pussy juice left a sheen of wetness from belly buttons to thighs.
Both women pushed apart, massaged their vaginas until the sensation subsided, and then threw themselves at each other on their knees, punching, grabbling hair and each other’s faces. They spit and cursed each other as they erupted in a full-on fist fight.
They punched it out to exhaustion. They eventually rested their heads on each other’s shoulder’s as their spread knees supported their bodies. Bloody, sore, and tired, they both reached out and began gently stroking their opponent’s vagina.
The fingering intensified and their asses gyrated as the rubbing and pinching intensified. They began roughly inserting fingers into each other’s pussies. Their faces, still buried in shoulders, were releasing moans of pain and pleasure.
Fingers became fists, and the two women began pumping fists inside each other. Screams again filled the air as the women let go of one final release before pushing apart.
They both fell back, unable to move. No desire to even try. The video continued to run, showing shallow-breathing, nearly lifeless bodies until the battery died.
They laid their on the cold, tile floor for nearly 36 hours. Piss and shit littered the floor, along with blood, saliva and pussy juice.
They eventually found the strength to get up and begin cleaning up the nightmare they made.
They were bruised, scratched, and beaten. They never spoke until the room was clean and organized, and they had re-entered the living room after long, hot showers.
They both silently moved to the couch to sit down next to each other, both naked. Too sore to put clothes on.
They inched side by side. They turned their faces toward each other, placed an arm across each other’s shoulder’s and embraced in a deep, passionate kiss.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
And then they made a huge breakfast.
The video became the most famous OnlyFans video on the planet. The women raked in millions in endorsements for everything from boxing gloves to sex toys.
They made enough money to buy a huge house in a secluded location.
They married each other. Their arguments, from what I understand, are epic.
The end.
