[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

The sound and feel of my foot making violent contact is just so sweet to me, I have to savor the moment like the first slow sip of a fine French wine. Poshy likes to call me a “walking billboard” but my ink is mostly spiritual in nature and my tastes most def run higher than a bottle of Bintang beer.

I watch her hurtle backwards into the railing and sink to her knees … a familiar position for her, if you believe all the rumors. “Bet you weren’t expecting that, were you?” I say in a mocking tone, knowing that I drew first blood … or first BRUISE, if you wanna be literal about it.

Before I can take advantage of her being on her knees, she gets back up again and I brace myself for the attack I know is coming. But it doesn’t come. No. instead she slides over the railing and drops down onto the sand below. What the hell? I move to the rail and look down, my hands resting lightly on it.

“Running away, Erin? Already? I guess living like a poshy princess made you soft!”

Now she’s taking off her black n white ’kini bra and dropping it in the sand. WHAT THE HELL? And she’s beckoning me with a wiggling finger to join her down there in the sand. Well, you don’t have to beckon twice! And if you want to give your little girlz some fresh air, oh well, what the hell, that’s a-okay with me too!

I immediately untie my tiger print ’kini bra and drape it over the railing. Then I slide over the railing and drop down onto the sand, sticking the landing, a bit away from her. I straighten up, facing her, watching her with my arms up, ready for war. “Bring it, WANNABE Spice!”

[Erin Lee]

(Quick recap....I'm now on the beach, barefooted and bare breasted)

I look up towards you on the decking..."Well?" i hiss. You know exactly what i mean and i'm sure you don't really think i'm running away from you. I challenge you to remove your bra, i know you can't resist a challenge and so it proves as you drape your bra over the railings. I beckon you to come down and you don't hesitate, you slide over the railings and land lightly on your feet in the sand a few paces away from me.

As you were dropping down i scooped up a handful of sand, i move towards you, still hurting from your kick to my ribs and that crash with my back into the railings, but i'm still limber, still mobile. I toss the sand at your eyes, almost at the same time i rush in, throwing myself towards your abs. My left shoulder aimed flush at your belly button, my arms looking to wrap around your skinny thighs, my aim...to flatten you onto your back and come down on top of you.

"You think you can take my bungalow off me you skinny bitch, you'll have to kill me first" i roar into your face.

[User1]

Wow, both going topless?! This turns more primal with each move they do, even more crazy then expected.

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

(Quick recap of Erin's recap ... I'm also on the beach, also barefooted and also bare breasted)

The words "Wannabe Spice" barely leave my lips and my bare feet barely hit the beach when I'm blinded by a handful of sand being flung in my face by the cheating Britch. I blink my eyes rapidly and rub them with my left hand, spitting out grains of sand while I blindly swing my right arm out wildly in what turns out to be a sad attempt to keep you away until I can get this damn sand out of my eyes.

You come in low, under my swinging arm and slam your bony shoulder flush into my belly. I manage to get the words "Cheating bitch!" out as you make contact. My feet leave the ground as you drive me backwards. My eyes are stinging and they tear up, my vision is blurry but I grab onto you with both hands ... one in your dark hair, the other wrapped around you ... as we hit the sand hard together.

Being underneath I take the hardest impact ... sucks for me, yeah, I know ... and my back most def feels it but hey at least it's sand and not the hard wood floor of the deck. You land on top of me and I try to hug you tight with my right arm to stop you from getting leverage as I wrap my "skinny" legs around you, lock my ankles and start to squeeze.

My left hand is still in your hair and I start to yank as hard as I can "Slut, when this 'skinny bitch' is done with you, you'll be BEGGING me to take MY bungalow back!" 

[Erin Lee]

You call me a cheating bitch, that should come as no surprise to you especially as we both know you are also a cheating bitch. Whatever it takes....whatever it takes.

My intent to take you down on the sand works perfectly, at least for a moment. You land with a groan, mainly i dare to guess from my shoulder impacting on your abs, your back, not so much.

You sink a hand into my unruly mop, the other arm circles my body, you pull me tightly against you restricting my ability to do much by way of offence. It's as this happens your legs, those weedy looking things that stick out of your shorts, when you actually wear shorts, wrap around my waist. You start to squeeze, i groan, my back arches, those legs are stronger than they first appear.

I need to free my hair and quickly if i'm to do anything to stop this mauling i'm taking. I flatten my right hand and drive it at your left armpit, fingertips first, looking to strike the nerves that run through that area of your body, then i do the same with my left hand. Panting a lil from your scissors as i do this, i need to pause just for a moment to try and suck in some air. I hope this will work to free my head and get your arm from around me but if not i'm more than willing to rake my claws down the inside of your thighs  YT

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

I have you snug and secure and not able to move or gain leverage, keeping our bodies pressed together nice and tight, as I keep the scissors locked along with the combo headlock and hairpull. I pulse my thigh muscles to increase the vise on your tanned tight bod and I’d be a liar if I said I am not loving the sweet little moans you’re making from the pressure.

“Still think my legs are ‘weedy’?” I hiss as I stretch them out even more and pulse again. I see you working your arms and feel your groping fingers dig into my armpit, not nails but fingertips, and start to feel discomfort as they push and press in with a lot of desperate force. I grit my teeth and struggle to keep my grip on your hair … not to mention the headlock … secure but it’s really starting to bother me and I can feel a tiny bit of numbness sinking in.

My fingers are snarled in your dark mop and they start to tremble a bit, my grip loosens and relaxes but I’m still hanging on as you try to work your head free. I finally have to release the headlock and you pull your head away … leaving strands of dark hair fluttering from my fingers down to the sand.

I focus on the scissors as I take a second to shake out my arms. Then aim a short range slap at the face I’ve been dreaming about slapping for over a year … If I have my way, and I intend to, this will be the first slap of many!  YT

[Erin Lee]

I breathe a sigh of relief as finally i manage to free my head from your tight hold. My neck aches and i feel a lil bit dizzy, you are sure showing more aggression than the last time we fought.

I try to sit up but your legs are still tightly wound around my waist, no doubt you were stung by my disparaging comments about them. I'm panting, eyes screwed tight, mouth slightly open, ribs creaking as your thighs pulse against them.
Then i take a slap to the face, my head snaps to the side, sweat sprays from my hair. I feel the burn on my cheek from that slap. I reach up and tenderly touch my cheek as i turn my face back. The quandry i have is i can't really focus on slaps to the face when my strength and energy are being drained by your nasty scissors. That decides it, the scissors are the priority.

I reach down and grab hold of your thong, yanking it up viciously, cutting into your labia, pulling and relaxing again and again as i try and saw your kitty in half and while i do that i thrust my left hand forwards looking to lock my fingers around your throat. Two can play nasty, only i'm not playing.

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

My palm stings from the hard slap but hey I’ll happily take that sting knowing your cheek is stinging even worse. I lean back resting my elbows in the sand to get more leverage for my scissors. I keep my ankles locked and squeeze as hard as I can, working my thigh muscles to put you in a world of hurtin’.

I see your scrunched up face and know that you’re really in agony but am a little disappointed that you aren’t screaming or crying out. Talk about being a buzzkill! The Britch won’t even let out one little yelp of pain! Makes me hate you even more …

“Scream for me bitch! C’mon, just one little … aaagghhhhhh!”

The scream comes but not from you! I’m too busy watching your face, I never see your right hand dart down to my red floral thong. But OMG I sure feel it when you yank it till it feels like a wire ripping and sawing into my tender labia! Another scream fills the beach air as my ankles pop apart, releasing the scissors.

“Let go, you nasty dirty bitch!!”

I grab for your right wrist, digging and twisting my talons into the skin as I try to force you to let go of my thong. You grab my throat with your free hand and I try to jerk my head back … I start to flail my bare feet at any part of you I can hit, kicking up sprays of sand in the air all around us.

[Erin Lee]

I'm pretty good at hiding how much i'm hurting, if i scream it's cos i am really hurt and i do mean REALLY. So yeah, that slap knocked the taste out of my mouth but my mind is too focused on revenge to waste effort on screams.

I've lost a lil hair as your talons retract from my scalp but i have a nasty lil thought running around in my mind and trust me, you do not wanna be running around in my mind, it's weird in there.

Grabbing hold of that thin piece of fabric that just about covers your privates, i yank it up as hard as i can. You have had the better of me so far, i need to switch that. The fabric vanishes between your labia and i dare say between your ass cheeks, i pull and pull and pull and it forces a cry of pain from between your lips. Your legs spring apart like they are offended by something. I gasp out a sigh, my breasts rise and fall noticably as i suck in air to fill my lungs. I have a much greater respect for your legs now.

I grab hold of your throat as you grab hold of my wrist, the one attached to the hand busy trying to put a permanent end to your sex life. The attack on your throat was at best weak and my hand is easily dislodged, your talons dig into my wrist, you kick out with your legs, your body writhes and squirms, sand is tossed about everywhere. I manage to evade your flailing feet but the last thing i need right now is a face full of sand, so i scramble up onto my feet and back away. "C'mon bitch, on ya feet, we got work to do" i hiss as i run my thumbs round the strings of my thong, shaking a bit of sand out from where it has no right to be...and we all know, sand gets everywhere.

[Serene Savagery]

Sensational Erin & Lauren. 

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

You let go of my thong and I have to breathe a little sigh of relief as we break apart and you roll away. I also roll away a bit in the opposite direction creating space between us. I pull up to my knees and readjust my thong, wincing and inhaling a hissing “sssssss” as I carefully pull it away from my throbbing chafed labia and ass.

Okay, that’s the way this is going down, huh … Can’t say I’m surprised. Knowing you, knowing me, knowing what’s at stake … I knew from the first step I took onto that walkway what kind of fight this was gonna be … “Fight”? Hell, “fight” is an understatement, this is war!

I shoot you a hateful glare and quickly brush the back of my hand across my eyes to wipe away the tears starting to swell. All of this is done very quickly and I scramble up to my feet a few seconds after you do. I know you’re feeling the effect of my scissors, I just wish I could have heard a rib or two go “snap crackle pop” like when the milk hits a bowl of Rice Krispies. But nooooo, there you stand, posturing like it was no big deal while casually brushing sand off your tanned glistening bod and out of your thong.

My brain is telling me “hey, dummy, it’s just an act, don’t fall for it” but my Irish temper kicks in and I rush at you as you stand there in mid-shake. Lowering my left shoulder I charge in, my target is your heaving exposed right breast, going for a smashing tackle … I know, I know, you did the exact same thing to me ... but it worked, should work for me too, right? Besides I’m blonde, I’m emotional, I’m pissed off and I’m not thinking all that much about battle strategy!