Part 1....
It all escalated so quickly. The party had started off well enough. The fraternity's suite of the college was stocked to the brim with alcohol and the tub of jungle juice was kicking people into a fantastic buzz. Women were scantily clad and dancing all around the room. Whitney (5'8” tall) was wearing a short black skirt that cupped under her ass so tightly it could have passed as a layer of skin. She also wore knee high heels and a purple tank top, her curly hair tied up in a ponytail high on her scalp. The 6'1” tall Vanessa attended the frat party wearing a thin black dress that ended high on her thighs and barely held in her tits.
Whitney always enjoyed being the center of attention: she dressed in the most provocative ways, always got hammered at parties, always made a lot of noise while singing and dancing around. There was something about feeling alive when all eyes were on her gorgeous body...if she thought about it she would probably start to get wet. In typical form,, Whitney had already been sucking through the jungle juice cocktails like it was the only thing to keep her alive. Her tongue slapped the inside of her solo cup, greedily slurping for the last drops before she shoved her way through to room to obtain more!
The leggy brunette refilled her plastic chalice and heard her “musta got high” come over the speakers. “AWWW YEEAA!!” She screamed as she shoved her way back through the crowd, hands in the air and swaying her ass side to side. As she staggered through the crowd she dumped most of her freshly refilled cup all over Vanessa's chest.
“WHAT THE FUCK, BITCH?!?” Vanessa gasped as red cocktail ran down her cleavage. Whitney's face dropped in disgust as she peered into her again empty cup.
“Watch where you're going!” Whitney spat at the drenched taller woman, revolted that she had to get another drink. Suddenly, Whitney's world spun around as Vanessa lashed a vicious slap across her face! There was the iconic moment of silence (you could almost hear the needle of a record player scratch across the album) when Whitney slowly turned around, her lips pursed open wide as she held her smarting face. She could feel the gaze of everyone in the room on her now as space was growing between the two women. Vanessa sneered at the curly hair bitch as she slung a handful of the spilled cocktail back at Whitney.
The woman with curly hair felt her adrenaline rise as she dove at Vanessa! The taller brunette grunted as Whitney took her off of her feet; she was tackled to the ground as cheers of “Catfight!” erupted around the room. Vanessa shrieked and thrashed on the floor as Whitney began to rain slaps down upon her, Vanessa's top nearly burst from her chest as she was hit back and forth! Whitney straddled Vanessa's abdomen; with her legs spread, her dress rode up high and revealed her thonged ass for the crowd to see! Vanessa managed to snag a handful of Whit's curly locks and use her hair hold to snap her skull downward as she drove her palm into her chin.
Whitney's head snapped backwards as she collapsed on the floor, wailing as she began to spit blood. She knew she was in a fight though and quickly tried to get back to her feet, only to be helped up by Vanessa again latching into her hair. Vanessa leered down at her, using the hair hold to twist Whitney's face up so that she could spit on her. The taller woman backhanded Whitney so hard the she spun over and fell on her face, her skirt rolled up so that everyone could see her ass. As Whitney flailed on her face, Vanessa began laying brutal kicks into her ribs, over and over, until the curly haired bitch curled into a ball and was sobbing like a bitch...
to be continued...
