By Request: Amy vs. Christina…“He’s Mine!”
By: Supporturgoddess
Every school has its legends. Some schools boast of alligators in their lakes or man-eating pythons in their sewers. If you believe every urban legend, there must surely be a ghost on every campus and a monster lurking in every hall. Most of the supernaturally based urban legends are easily dismissed, but what of other, far more credible legends? One such legend is even now spreading through campuses across the nation. The legend describes a fight to the finish between two beautiful young ladies, as they battled over the same young man. This is the tale I now present to you. To protect the real-life participants I won’t give the location of the battle, and I won’t use full names.
The events revolved around a particularly lucky young man who we’ll call “JT”. JT had a gorgeous girlfriend named Christina, a 5’4” beauty with very dark brown, almost black hair which fell to just below her shoulders. Her mesmerizing brown eyes were lovely, and her face and figure attractive. Christina was the kind of woman many young men can only dream of. The pair had made plans to spend a romantic evening together. JT had pulled a few strings and called in a few favors, gaining access to a suite usually reserved for very important guests.
JT arrived early. He surveyed the suite. A medium-sized living room stretched out before him, complete with a couch with an end table on each side and a small table in front, and a Lazy-Boy recliner off in a corner. The room also had a TV and a small refrigerator. Next, he checked out the all-important bedroom. He found it adequate. He glanced down a small hallway into the bathroom and noticed a bathtub/shower combo. He decided he had just enough time for a quick shower before Christina arrived. He showered and then got ready for Christina’s arrival.
JT was just about to drain the tub, when a knock came on the door. He hurried to greet pretty brunette Christina.
When he threw open the door, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped open. In place of Christina stood JT’s ex-girlfriend, Amy, wrapped tightly in an especially sexy black trench coat. JT had been wild about the stunning blonde, but her temper often caused problems in their relationship. They had broken up after a particularly nasty fight.
The 5’4” blonde looked up at JT. The instant Amy’s dazzling blue eyes met his, he felt as though he had been struck by lightning! He had forgotten just how beautiful Amy was! Amy tossed back a mane of curly-to-wavy, shoulder-length blond hair and stepped forward, forcing JT to step back and let her into the room. Amy closed the door behind her.
JT swallowed. “What are you--?”
“What am I doing here?” Amy asked. “I’ve been trying to track you down all day. I…I’ve been thinking a lot about us lately. I know I made a huge mistake. We were good together. I know that now. Listen, I’m really sorry about our fight. I never should have said the things I said to you. Can you ever forgive me?”
“Of course,” said JT, “but I--”
Bold Amy cut him off. She smiled and leaned in, giving him a gentle kiss. JT’s heart pounded!
Amy only pulled back a few inches, still so close JT felt her warm breath upon his face. She smiled sexily and cooed, “I know I should try to control my temper, but hey, that’s part of who I am, right? You know how passionate I am about my feelings.”
In JT’s mind, passionate was the perfect word to use to describe Amy. She could be incredible, when she wanted to be. Her temper only made her fierce, hot, and sexy. No woman JT had ever known had gotten to him the way Amy did, at least not until he met….
JT’s eyes grew wide. Christina! She would arrive at any moment!
JT gasped. “You have to go!”
Amy looked up, confused and hurt. “You’re throwing me out? I thought we could--”
JT babbled, “I don’t want you to go, but you have to! You can’t be here tonight, because--”
“Because why?” Amy asked, tapping her foot impatiently and demanding an explanation.
The explanation suddenly threw open the front door. Christina stood in the open doorway, wearing a tan trench coat.
The girls stared at each other. At first they seemed shocked and hurt, but they quickly grew angry. They spun toward JT and, in perfect unison, asked, “What is SHE doing here?”
Amy snapped, “I’m here to see JT!” She tossed her trench coat onto the couch.
Christina snatched up the coat and threw it back into Amy’s chest…hard!
“You’ve seen him. Now if you’ll excuse us, WE have plans for the evening!”
Blonde Amy refused to back down. She stepped boldly forward, bumping back Christina’s shoulder with her own as she passed! She dumped her trench coat over Christina’s head!
The blonde plopped down on the couch. “I’m not going anywhere!”
Christina yanked the coat off her head, revealing a face red from embarrassment. She hissed, “I’m not going anywhere, either!” She took off her tan coat, trying to drop it on the blonde. Amy swatted the coat off before it landed, sending it down to the floor.
Heart racing with excitement, JT asked, “Would either of you like something to drink?”
Amy cooed, “You know me so well. You know what I like.”
Christina’s lovely brown eyes narrowed. She knew Amy had taken a direct shot at her, reminding her of the long relationship JT had with Amy before Christina was even in the picture.
Both girls looked each other over from head to toe, each sizing up her rival. Neither girl could miss the obvious fact that they were dressed almost identically. They both knew JT very well. They knew what he liked. Both girls were obviously dressed to impress. Both girls had arrived wearing slinky, sexy trench coats. JT’s first love, beautiful blonde Amy, wore a cream-colored, button down long-sleeved blouse, a tight red skirt, and black high heels. JT’s new love, lovely brunette Christina, wore a white button-down long-sleeved blouse with a cameo at the neck, a tight black skirt, and black high heels. Each girl had dressed to appeal to JT. They were both there to seduce him…and both beauties knew it!
JT returned. Amy pulled him down to sit beside her on the couch. She started cuddling up against him, staring victoriously at her brunette rival. Christina bit her lip, feeling out-maneuvered and a bit intimidated by the blonde. Amy was merciless, licking the side of JT’s face and whispering something into his ear that made him blush. Christina knew she had to fight back. She forced herself down onto the couch on the side of JT opposite to Amy. The girls practically had an arm wrestling match behind JT’s back, as each tried to get her arm around his neck. Amy won. Christina had to settle for an arm around his waist.
JT turned on the TV, barely even noticing what channel he had chosen. The trio watched the last few minutes of a popular science fiction movie.
When the movie ended, Amy jabbed, “The sequel is never even HALF as good as the original!”
Christina sneered. JT couldn’t help but grin. It was a clever shot, given that Christina was the follow-up to Amy.
Amy looked over the brunette’s clothes. “Button-down long-sleeved blouse, high heels, and a short skirt, huh?”
Christina replied, “I know what JT likes.”
“So do I,” Amy shot back. “I’ve worn this style for years. I can’t believe he has you dressing like me. That’s pretty lame. I guess I’M what JT likes, right?”
That shot had Christina on the ropes. Though the choice of styles was her own, she had to wonder, did JT only like that style because Amy wore it? Was she merely a cheap copy of his first love, Amy? No. She knew better. Even so, if she was going to win she knew it was time to dig her claws into Amy and to get down and dirty with the blonde.
Christina decided to go for a quick knockout. She stood, pulling JT up with her.
Christina looked down at Amy and yawned. “Well, I enjoyed the little show. It was…cute. It’s over now.”
Amy knew Christina wasn’t talking about the movie but Amy’s attempts top win JT back.
Christina hugged JT, glaring down at Amy. “You’ll have to leave now. It’s late. WE have to get ready for bed!”
Amy’s mouth opened wide! If Amy had Christina on the ropes, Christina now had Amy flat on her back, and the count was on!
JT looked at Christina, impressed. In any battle of bitchiness, Amy was the favorite. She had been tearing Christina up, until Christina delivered a sudden, all out attack!
Christina led JT away from Amy and toward the bedroom. Suddenly Amy lunged. She shoved Christina away and pulled JT back to her. Christina reached to pull JT back but missed, inadvertently(?) pulling Amy’s wavy, blonde hair.
Amy screeched, “Let go of my h-a-i-r!”
Christina jabbed, “Why? Are you afraid he’ll see that you’re not a real blonde?”
A devilish, taunting smile appeared on Amy’s lips. “Oh, JT knows for sure that I’m a real blonde. Why don’t you ask him HOW he knows for sure?”
The insinuation was obvious and brutal. Christina spun, mouth hanging open, staring at her boyfriend with genuine pain in her brown eyes.
Christina had been pushed too far. She spun back to Amy, shouting, “I ought to rip every one of those blonde hairs out of your head!”
“Just try it,” snarled Amy. “I’ll scratch your eyes out!”
Entranced, JT sat on the couch, looking up and watching as his two girlfriends fought over him.
Christina shouted, “Get out! He’s mine!”
“No,” shouted Amy, “he’s mine! You didn’t take him from me. You only have him because I gave him up! If I hadn’t, you never would have stood a chance!”
Christina countered. “The way I heard it, you DIDN’T give him up. HE dumped YOU! If you’re so hot, why didn’t he come back to apologize to you? Ha! It’s because he found a better woman! You’re looking at her! Maybe I should beat you to a pulp, so when he sees you on your knees kissing my feet and begging for mercy, he’ll KNOW I’m better than you ever were!”
Amy screeched, “I’m the original! You’re just a cheap copy! Your just sloppy seconds, the girl he met on the rebound! Look at you, dressing up like me just so he’ll like you! You’re pathetic! One night with me, and he won’t remember your name! Maybe I should beat the hell out of you and make you watch while I satisfy him in ways you never could! You’ll be the one on the floor groveling, looking up while I give him what he REALLY wants! Maybe I’ll beat you like the dog you are until I make you look up and admit to him that I’m the better woman! Ha! We both know he’d love that!”
Christina’s eyes blazed. “If we fight, you’ll be kissing my butt inside three minutes. Now THAT’S something JT will want to see!” Christina shoved Amy back, hard. “Get out…while you still can!”
Amy’s temper boiled. She screeched, “Don’t you DARE push me!” Amy pushed Christina against a wall.
Jt worried about the rapid escalation. He rose between the girls. “Hey, let’s not start something someone will regret! Maybe we should--”
Each girl shot out one hand, shoving JT down into the recliner. They roared, “Stay out of this!”
The girls circled, slowly.
Christina growled, “When I’m finished with you, you’re going to need an ambulance!”
Amy snarled. “When I’m finished with you, you’ll need a hearse!”
In spite of the threats, they were merely lovely young ladies, not professional fighters. They leapt together throwing wild slaps and inside fists, which patted all over each others’ nubile bodies. Suddenly Amy caught Christina in a painful hair pull. Amy worked in behind Christina, yanking her head viciously back, forward, and then back again. Christina tried to deprive Amy the satisfaction of hearing her cry out, but finally, Amy tore a shout from her lungs.
“O-o-w-w-w-!”
JT leapt up. “You’re hurting her!” JT pulled Amy off. As he held tightly to Amy’s wrists, Christina twisted and kicked one pointed heel up under Amy’s ribs. Amy cried out, hugging her ribs and falling to the floor. Christina dove on top the blonde and choked her. Amy gagged, her legs flailing madly. Instantly, JT started to pull the brunette off the blonde. The moment JT pinned Christina’s arms back, Amy looked up, snarled, and kicked her heel deep into Christina’s belly. Christina howled, falling back.
As the girls struggled, JT stepped back. Each time he tried to help or protect one girl, his efforts only left one girl vulnerable to the other girl’s attack. He couldn’t help one without hurting the other. He knew he would have to let them settle it themselves. Deep down, that’s how he wanted it! This was their fight!
Again Amy seized Christina’s dark brown hair, yanking Christina’s head sharply to one side. Christina lifted one foot and then stomped her foot down, digging her high heel into Amy’s toes. Amy shrieked, letting go of Christina’s hair. Christina turned in, grabbing Amy’s cream-colored blouse at the chest. She tore at it, shaking blonde Amy wildly.
Amy shouted in increasingly high-pitched tones. “What are you doing to me? Let go of me! Stop it! Stop it!”
Buttons popped off the blouse and shot through the air. Christina tore Amy’s blouse open. Amy stood with her bra exposed and her mouth hanging wide open in shame and shock. Christina closed Amy’s mouth with a slap across her lips.
Christina tackled Amy. The two rolled madly back and forth on the floor. They fought with all they had, Christina on top of Amy, Amy on top of Christina, limbs entwined, scratching, pulling hair, and shouting insults at each other. Fighting like a tigress, hot-tempered blonde Amy won the wrestling match. She brought her knees up over the struggling brunette’s shoulders, holding her down in a schoolyard pin. Amy slapped away at the nearly defenseless brunette’s face. Amy taunted, “Do you like that?” (Slap! Slap!) “How about that?” (Slap!)
Amy looked up at JT and winked, asking what he would like her to do to Christina, how he wanted her to punish the brunette.
Furious at Amy’s gloating over her, Christina kicked her feet up to Amy’s head, trying to pull her down. Though she couldn’t quite get them wrapped around Amy’s head, her high heels presented too real a danger for Amy to ignore. Amy had to let her go. They rose.
Amy seized the end of Christina’s blouse, using it to spin Christina in a half circle until the sleeve tore completely off, sending the top of Christina’s head crashing into the wall. Christina staggered back, stunned. Amy tried to do it again, but Christina’s remaining sleeve tore loose more quickly, sending her tumbling to the floor. Amy stood over Christina, grinning at JT, seductively. She tore Christina’s blouse completely off. From the waist up, each beauty now wore only her bra.
The two beauties slammed together, chests and bellies rubbing together. They fell together, rolling back and forth in another mad battle, one on top and then the other. Christina won this time. Christina sat on Amy’s stomach. She grabbed the hair over each of Amy’s ears and began slamming the back of Amy’s head into the floor, again and again. Amy’s eyes became wide, glazed, and dazed. Now Christina had an opportunity to gloat! She laid her belly over Amy’s face, using it to smother the blonde. Amy’s own stomach sucked in and pouted out rapidly several times grew still for several moments, and then she began her rapid breathing again, as she struggled for a breath. Christina looked up at JT with a sly grin, loving the feeling of dominating Amy in front of him. Amy’s feet kicked madly in the air. Nodding at JT, Christina lifted Amy and flipped her around the room by her blonde hair. Blonde hair tore out by the roots. Amy let out a wild scream. She flew over an end table, toppling a lamp and sending it crashing to the floor. Christina charged. Amy grabbed the lamp and threw it at Christina. Christina shrieked and ducked under the lamp, but in doing so, she froze. This gave Amy time to fire a wicked punch into Christina’s belly.
Almost hysterical, Amy screamed, “You want to pull out my hair, Christina? Really? Really?”
Amy seized Christina’s dark brown hair, pulling it and shaking Christina’s head violently side-to-side. The blonde pulled the brunette down by her hair, directly in front of her boyfriend. The teary-eyes brunette looked up at JT.
Amy shouted, “Now, give up! Tell him I’m too good for you! Tell him I’m better than you! Tell him the truth, or I’ll tear out your hair until you’re bald! Tell him that I’m the better woman!”
Christina’s soulful, brown eyes looked into JT’s own. She whined, “N-o-o-o-o!”
Snarling, the hot-tempered blonde yanked up and down on Christina’s hair. Face glowing red from pain, Christina reached up and back, placed her palms flat against Amy’s bare shoulders, and then scratched her fingernails straight down, digging them into the flesh of Amy’s arms. Amy screamed and let go of Christina’s hair.
Amy stood, wild eyed and panting, wanting to hug her burning arms but knowing better than to touch them. Christina lay at Amy’s feet, arms around her head, her feet slowly pounding the floor in pain.
Christina did a push up, trying to rise.
Amy screeched, “Bitch!” She hammered both fists down into Christina’s back, sending her back down to her belly. Amy dropped onto Christina’s back, looking up at JT and yelling, “Let’s see if SHE can take it!” Amy viciously dug her red-painted fingernails into Christina’s face, scratching her eyes! Christina half cried, half screamed in anguish, her feet kicking and pounding behind her. Fortunately, Amy’s fingers only found the flesh around Christina’s eyes and not the eyes themselves. Desperate, Christina pulled Amy’s fingers down her face…and into her mouth! Christina bit Amy’s fingers savagely. Amy’s eyes bulged. She let out a mad scream, pulling her hand free and rolling back and forth, clutching it with her uninjured hand.
Christina looked at JT. “Now let’s see if SHE can take it!” Christina again bit the tips of Amy’s fingers. Amy howled and shrieked, but her flailing feet still wore sharp heels, sharp enough to back Christina off. Snarling like wildcats, they leapt back together, rolling wildly in a desperate, body-on-body battle. Out for revenge, Christina won. She scratched pink fingernails across Amy’s face, as the blonde kicked and screamed.
When Amy broke free, she ran! She didn’t get far. Just as Amy reached a short hallway, Christina caught Amy by her skirt.
Amy shouted, “What are you doing to me? What are you doing?”
Christina pulled Amy violently from side-to-side by her skirt, trying to throw her down. The sound of tearing fabric filled the air, as Christina tore Amy’s skirt completely to shreds!
Amy stood and stared at JT, wide-eyed and mouth agape, in shock and shame! She now wore only her bra and panties, garters and stockings, and her high heels.
Smack!
Amy’s state of shock left her open to a wicked slap. The wavy-haired blonde toppled down. Christina’s body pinned Amy’s firmly to the floor. Amy strained until she screamed, but to her own shock, the brunette was proving too strong for her. Suddenly Amy lifted her head up, pressing her lips directly against Christina’s lips! This was no gentle kiss! Amy bit Christina’s lower lip! Christina almost fainted from shock and surging pain! In that moment, Amy rolled Christina over and took up position on Christina’s back. She seized Christina’s hair and slammed the brunette’s face to the floor, over and over again.
Amy grandly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Looking like she wanted to vomit, she looked at JT. “Ugh! How could you stand to kiss her disgusting lips?”
Amy then reached back and pulled off Christina’s heels, one at a time. Then Amy slowly pulled off Christina’s stockings! Amy smiled up at JT, showing off Christina’s stockings as her “trophy”. Amy started to tie them around Christina’s ankles and wrists.
Christina wiggled helplessly, shouting, “No! N-o-o-o! Stop it! Stop it!”
Amy looked up at JT with a taunting, teasing grin. She grabbed a fistful of hair behind Christina’s head and rubbed the humiliated brunette’s face in the floor. Amy hoped her clear domination of Christina would excite JT. It did.
The show didn’t last long. Amy couldn’t quite get Christina’s hands and feet securely tied. Bucking like a wild bronco, Christina broke free. Christina tried to crawl away. Amy tried to hold her in place, holding tight to her skirt. The result had Amy pulling Christina’s skirt completely off! Amy stood over the gasping brunette and put her heel on Christina’s hip. Amy gave JT a slight but vicious little grin, raised her foot, and then stomped her heel down into Christina’s hip! Christina let out a wild yell. Amy was almost laughing, as she stomped again and again. She finally just stood over the punished brunette, digging her heel into one of Christina’s hips. Christina cried out, clasping her hands and banging them together on the floor.
“Now,” Amy demanded, “tell JT that I’M the better girl. Beg for my mercy, give up, and admit you could never take my place!”
Christina looked up at JT and gasped, “No! You’ll never make me say it!”
Amy looked down at her with a sneering, confident smile. She seized Christina’s dark brown hair and pulled her across the floor, depositing her directly in front of JT. Amy then sat in JT’s lap.
Amy looked down into her devastated opponents eyes and laughed at her! Amy taunted, “See? I end up in JT’s arms, and you end up beaten at my feet. I told you what I’d do to you in the end!”
Amy kissed JT passionately, encouraging him to run his hands along her magnificent body. Christina had to lie at Amy’s feet and watch. Then, with a sneer, Amy kicked off one heel and removed one stocking and then rubbed her foot in Christina’s face.
Amy looked down at the humiliated brunette, telling JT, “Aren’t you glad I’m back? Now you want have to put up with this pathetic substitute any longer.”
Christina let out a battle cry! She grabbed Amy’s foot, twisting it violently. Amy shrieked, flipped out of JT’s lap by the vicious ankle twist. Christina was panting, but her teeth were bared in sheer fury. The two girls slapped and scratched and pulled hair in a desperate battle. Still locked in a furious battle, they staggered into a small bathroom. JT watched from the doorway.
In an exhausted but sweet voice, Christina gasped, “I’ll beat her for you, JT! I will! I’m the better girl! You’ll see!”
Amy growled angrily, “Shut up! He’s mine!”
Christina had been reduced to only her bra and panties. Amy wore only a bra from her waist up. Though she still wore a sexy stocking and high heel on one leg, the stocking on the other leg had been torn off, leaving one leg and one foot bare.
The girls spun…and fell into the bathtub JT had neglected to drain after his shower! A mighty splash erupted from the tub, as the girls plunged into the water! Christina was on top, but fortunately for Amy, most of the water in the tub had splashed out due to their impact. She had no problem keeping her nose and mouth above water level. She quickly kicked Christina off her.
Both girls had been pushed to their limits. Their breasts rose and fell and their bellies heaved. They gasped for every breath. They spun in circles, fighting desperately. Suddenly Amy’s heel slipped on the slick, wet bathroom floor. Amy’s eyes bulged, as her ankle turned violently to one side and her foot popped out of her shoe, leaving her hopelessly off balance. Seizing her chance, Christina lunged forward, ramming Amy’s lower back against the edge of the countertop around the sink. Amy wailed in pain. Instantly Christina shoved Amy’s top half up and back, pinning Amy’s back to the countertop. She forced Amy’s head down into the sink and turned on the water! Jets of hot and cold water shot into Amy’s face, nose, and mouth! Flailing madly, Amy couldn’t catch a breath or think straight! Christina drove her knees into Amy’s sides and stomach.
Amy suddenly broke free, but she stood tall and straight, taking deep breaths. She was the proverbial sitting duck. Christina clasped both hands together and took a mighty swing at the blonde. JT had never seen such a punch! Both of Christina’s fists slammed against Amy’s face. Amy flew back off her feet, crashing back into a corner and slamming her head to the wall. Amy slid slowly down to the floor, her legs spreading wide apart as she sat down in the corner. Amy’s eyes were glassy and half open! She let out a little whine, a high-pitched cry of resignation. She was in tremendous trouble!
Christina looked to JT and said, “I’ve wanted to do this to her since the first time I met her!” Christina took a bar of soap and shoved it into Amy’s mouth, washing her “filthy mouth” out with soap! Tears of shame and humiliation flooded proud Amy’s blue eyes, as another woman toyed with her for her boyfriend’s amusement! Amy gagged and spit, looking up at JT in shame.
Christina now wore a wide smile. She looked back at JT, laughing at Amy! She seized Amy’s blonde hair, pulled Amy to the toilet, and shoved Amy’s face down into the toilet! She scrubbed the toilet with the pretty blonde’s face! Christina pulled Amy’s head up. Amy gasped for air, looking at JT with wide, helpless, almost crazed eyes! Proud, fiery-tempered Amy had never believed Christina could beat her, much less humiliate her so completely! Amy was in shock! Christina shoved her face down into the toilet again.
When Christina pulled Amy’s head up again, she winked teasingly at JT. “If you want to take pictures, now’s the time!”
Horrified, Amy’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head. “No! Please, you can’t!”
“Do it,” Christina said. “I want PROOF of how badly I beat her!”
JT obeyed Christina, not Amy. The chance was too good to pass up!
JT had never seen this side of Christina. She was so dominant, completely in charge of Amy. With a cocky smirk, Christina turned Amy and put the back of Amy’s head against the toilet so she looked up with her hair falling back into the toilet. Christina smiled sexily and sat back almost bare-hipped on blond Amy’s face! Though Amy’s face was red and scrunched-up from the pressure, her look of absolute humiliation shone through. Christina insisted JT take pictures to immortalize her undeniable victory and Amy’s devastating defeat.
Christina got up. Amy, the fiery, confident blonde who had come looking for a fight now lie in utter defeat at the brunettes feet, sobbing. Amy made a half-hearted attempt to crawl away.
Christina laughed. “I told you what I would do to you when I beat you!”
Christina followed the sobbing, crawling blonde, kicking Amy’s hips to drive her along until she forced Amy into the bedroom! Christina wore the most confident grin imaginable. She looked back over her shoulder, crooking a finger and inviting JT into the bedroom to watch! Amy finally turned and faced Christina. Amy was on her knees, hands up with palms open as if to beg. Christina had broken Amy’s spirit and her will to fight.
Amy pleaded, sobbing, “No more! Please! I…I can’t take it anymore! You win, okay? I give up! I give up!”
Christina had dreamed of this moment. She looked at JT, gloating. “This is the mighty Amy; the girl you thought was so hot? Ha! She’s a joke next to me!” She looked down at Amy. “Aw, poor baby. You don’t want to fight anymore? Too bad! I do!”
Christina sat JT on the edge of the bed to witness the final act. She stood directly behind the sobbing blonde, pulling her up to her knees to face JT.
Christina taunted, “Now be honest, JT. Aren’t you glad you dumped this loser and traded up…to me?”
Beaten and humiliated, Amy looked up at JT, panting, her eyes welling with tears of shame.
Christina looked down at Amy and asked, “Okay, you man-stealing blonde bitch, are you even half the woman I am? Will you ever dare challenge me again?”
Christina pinches her fingers around Amy’s chin, shaking her head “No!”
Christina then retrieved her stockings and used them to tie Amy’s ankles and wrists together behind Amy’s back, leaving the blonde utterly helpless. Chris dragged Amy to the foot of the bed. She then squatted down low over Amy’s head, a foot by each of Amy’s cheeks. Christina rubbed her thumbs up and down Amy’s lips and nose, looking up at JT.
“She’s really no competition for me at all, is she?”
Amy’s tear-filled eyes looked up at JT, waiting for his answer. He didn’t give one. He didn’t have to. Amy knew Christina had proven herself the better woman!
Christina took a seat beside JT on the bed. She got even, rubbing her foot in Amy’s face. JT knew proud Amy would remember the taste of Christina’s foot for the rest of her life! Finally, Christina made Amy lie still and watch, as she and JT kissed. Christina coaxed JT to tell her how much better she was than Amy, as a woman and a lover. All Amy could do was to lie still, sobbing in shame and defeat.
Suddenly Christina stopped. She told Amy, “The rest of this night is…private! You’ve seen enough! Now…get out!”
Christina untied the blonde and practically threw her out. Amy dared not say a word in protest. Christina ran Amy to the door. A swift kick to Amy’s hips sent the nearly nude blonde out into the cold night! The door slammed behind her. Though neither girl had suffered any serious injury of any kind, Amy’s pride had suffered a near knockout blow!
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JT and Christina had the night of passion they had originally planned. JT had never been as attracted to the brunette as he was after watching her so dominate the blonde. It seemed his brunette girlfriend had proven herself superior to his blonde Ex once and for all…until….
The couple woke in the middle of the night. Amy’s car security alarm blared. The pair cautiously crept outside. Someone had ‘keyed’ Christina’s car, scratching the paint from one end to the other. A message had been written across the windshield in red lipstick. The message read, “You know you just got lucky, bitch! I was winning! One slip of my heel on a wet floor doesn’t make you better than me! You just got lucky, and you know it! Gloat while you can, Christina. When I get my hands on you next time, I’ll give you 100X what you did to me! This isn’t over!”
THE END?
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NOTE: I’m sorry about the long delay in writing this. The truth is, I rarely have time to write requested stories. I’m absolutely terrible at the whole social-networking thing. I hadn’t checked my messages in a l-o-n-g time, and only recently found the request for this story. Keep in mind that to me, these are just characters. I don’t know anything about their personalities or any of the other subtle traits that make these women unique. Still, I liked the idea, so I did the best I could. I hope you enjoyed it. (I liked Amy as much as Christina, but I wanted to leave the story open. I concluded that if the hot tempered blonde lost, she would certainly demand a rematch.)
