Marie Boutros and Christina Khoury might have been friends in another life. Both were aspiring models from Lebanon who took great pride in their appearance, and both had a burning ambition to conquer the modeling world, wear the most expensive clothes and walk down the most prestigious runways, and retire as billionaires. This ambition had bought both girls to sunny Saint Tropez for a weeklong series of modeling auditions that promised to put one of them on the cover of France's biggest fashion magazine. While there, both girls-determined to do anything for success-had made sure to bed the lead photographer, a middle aged but attractive and muscular man who was poised to decide their professional fates. On the last night of the audition, as the girls were packing to fly back to Beirut, each one got a text message asking her to come to the lead photographer's house for a final photoshoot, wearing just her favorite bikini, heels, and a cover-up. As Marie walked up to the front porch, she almost jumped out of her skin in surprise when she saw Christina standing next to the door, waiting.
"Well what are you here for, Missy?", said Christina in a haughty tone-though in her head, she was almost as shocked as Marie.
"Oh, just finalizing my arrangements for the cover," said Marie, recovering her composure and trying to hide how rattled she was.
"There's no need for that at all," said Christina in a slow, confident, seductive voice. "He's gonna give it to me. Believe me, I took very good care of him." Christina's voice on the last sentence became somehow softer, almost liquid, her tongue giving the words a sensous roll that left absolutely no doubt about how Christina had "taken care" of the man.
"Sorry to disappoint you, habibiti," replied Marie, "but I took care of him myself. And believe me"-Marie's voice went soft, liquid, seductive-"when I take care of a man, he forgets about any other washed up bitch he was with before."
Christina swelled up with indignation as her brain processed Marie's words. "Keep dreaming, you stupid whore. Maybe he wanted a little fling with you-but he's giving that cover to me, because I fucked him better than any cheap thot like you ever could."
"Oh really," said Marie in a sly voice, "that certainly isn't what he said while I was riding his cock last night."
Just at that moment the door opened, and the photographer stood in the doorway, a very satisfied smirk on his face. Both girls desperately wanted to slap him-but both wanted the cover even more, and thus they wordlessly followed him back to his bedroom, shooting each other hateful glances all the way. Finally, as the trio reached their destination, the photographer turned to the two models.
"Both of you gave me excellent, delectable, superb... auditions," he said, the grin on his face becoming even more infuriatingly smug. "And I dearly wish I had a cover for each of you. But unfortunately I don't...and so, I figured I'd let you girls decide which one of you is going to get next month's cover."
"And just how are we going to do that?", said Christina in an angry voice.
"It's simple," said the photographer. "You two will have a little contest. A sexual contest." Both girls now wore confused, furious looks, and the photographer continued. "Both of you will make love to each other...and the first girl to give her opponent three orgasms wins. Winner gets the cover. Loser gets some pictures in the magazine...as long as she lets the winner and me dominate her all night."
Both girls looked around, nervously. Each desperately wanted to tell the double-dealing photographer to go fuck himself...but that would mean giving up the coveted cover to her rival. Finally, Marie stood up straight, eyes hard with determination, and threw off her cover-up. Wearing only her bikini and heels, she locked eyes with the photographer as the flimsy cover-up fluttered to the floor. "Fine then, if that's the way it has to be. I'm going to get that cover...even if I have to fuck the shit out of that dumb bitch for it."
Christina indignantly threw her cover-up to the floor and turned to face Marie. "That cover is mine, bitch! And after I win, I'm going to get the biggest fucking dildo there is and ravage that cute little ass of yours till you say it!"
Slowly, the two girls walked toward one another before each pulled her opponent into a tight bear hug. Marie engulfed Christina's lips in a sensuous, but aggressive kiss, the girl's tongues battling in their mouths as they ground their bikini clad bodies together. The sexfight was on...
