Saw these two and had to do a sexfight poll.
Chloe Saxon
Gul Bahari
Disclaimer: The following is posted purely for titilation/parody purposes and is in no way intended to depict real life events.
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Chloe Saxon shivered with anticipation as she put on her makeup. Today was a day that had been building up for months-the final test shoot for a job with a major French fashion line. She would-if she got it-be the face of the line, making millions a year. Her days as a struggling instagram model would be over and stardom would arrive. If she got the job.
For the preceding three months, Chloe had gone through the selection process, participating in countless interviews and test shoots. And as far as she knew, only one other girl remained under consideration-a model of South Asian background called Gul Bahari. The two girls had emerged as rivals, and been keen to psych each other out-each girl sending the other pictures of her modeling shoots, along with boasts about how no competition could ever match her beautiful body. Quickly, the girls had chosen pictures of themselves in ever-skimpier lingerie and bikinis, and soon escalated to nudes. Then one night, Chloe got a message on her phone-Gul Bahari riding her boyfriend, with him screaming her name out. "See, my man knows I'm the best woman ever!"
"Wait till I get on top of him, then we'll really find out." Chloe had smirked as she sent it.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Of course I would, bitch!"
"Wait till I seduce YOUR man then. About time he learned what a real woman is!" Gul Bahari had only taken a few seconds.
"Something you'll never teach anybody, you fake ho!"
"Oh yeah? Least I don't have silicone in my ass!" The exchange had gone on all night.
But that was the last thing on Chloe's mind as she put her makeup on. This test shoot had started oddly-she'd been led into a room stocked with lingerie and bikinis, with a note on the dresser telling her to choose the one she liked best, do her makeup, and then walk though the door at the opposite side of the room. In the world of modeling, where every shoot was coreographed to the most minute detail, this was unusual. Chloe had chosen a tiny purple thong bikini set, and was now almost done with her makeup after a good hour or so. She applied the last touch of eyeliner, then crossed the room and opened the door. And then, things really got weird.
Chloe walked into what looked like a lavishly furnished bedroom-a four poster bed, endtable on one side. No camera crew-or any sign of one-was present. But the shocker was the woman standing at the other end of the room, wearing a red bikini and looking just as confused as Chloe was.
"What's going on?" Chloe Saxon said to Gul Bahari.
"I don't know-I just finished my makeup a few minutes ago and came in here. I mean, how are they even going to do a shoot with no setup?"
"That's a good question," said a thickly accented voice from behind the girls. Both wheeled around and, on the wall in front of them, a giant television had just come on. Filling the screen was a face both girls knew-the rich, eccentric, French CEO of the fashion house they were competing for. "I know you are wondering why you are both here." The CEO smiled. "You have come to the final test. One of you will walk out with the contract, and the other-well, with nothing in particular."
"And what might that test be?" said Chloe.
"At this company, we only want the finest women." The CEO's face was a positive smirk. "The most driven. The most in control. The most beautiful. The most
sensual." The man dragged the last word out like he was taking it for a ride on a waterbed. "And so, the way we decide the contract is quite simple. You two will sexfight over it."
"Sexfight?" said Gul, her voice confused.
"Both you girls will get on that bed for an...
intimate encounter. But you will be competing. The girl who can give her opponent the most orgasms in thirty minutes wins. After the fight, the winner will not only get the contract, but the loser as a sex slave, to humiliate for an entire night in this room. We have room service, anything you want will be provided. Next morning, the winner will escort the loser off company property, never to have anything to do with us again."
"And if we refuse", said Gul?
"Then we find some other girls. Believe me, there's been thousands of applicants for your position."
Chloe was about to walk out of the room-but stopped. She really,
desperately needed this job. Even if she had to engage in some weird BDSM competition. She looked up at Gul, thought of the rivalry that built up between the two women, and allowed herself to imagine dominating the girl-triumphing over her in the most intimate way possible. Chloe's body shivered, and the space between her legs grew a little moist. Chloe's mind began to race-she imagined all the thing's she'd do to her rival, all the ways she'd rub it in the girl's face just who the better woman was. She looked up, a smile of anticipation and determination on her face. "I'm in!" said Chloe. "Unless my opponent is too scared."
Gul Bahari looked like she was having goosebumps-apparently having just had the same thought process Chloe Saxon did. "Not on your life, Chloe. Its you that ought to be scared!"
"Well, I guess that settles it," said the CEO. "You might want to look in the drawers on that endtable before you start. There's some...interesting things there." The TV went off-though somehow, both girls knew the CEO was still watching. Gul Bahari breathed heavily. Ever since Chloe's taunt, she'd been itching to put the woman in her place. She'd never imagined the opportunity would come this way-but once her mind got over the shock, the idea of outfucking and humiliating her rival in front of an audience was too good to pass up. She was wet, and her heart beat ever faster with anticipation.
Slowly, both girls walked over to the endtable and opened a drawer. Gul Bahari pulled out a truly massive dildo-the tool looked a good four inches or so in diameter. Gul took the toy and stroked Chloe's implant-enhanced bum with it. "When I win"-her voice was low, breathy, seductive-"I think you know where this is going."
"Oooh, baby wants my ass already!" Chloe cooed. "Well darling. You'll get it tonight. All of it you could want. Matter of fact"-her voice somehow became even breathier-"I'll make sure you feast on it."
"At least I didn't have to pay for mine." said Gul as she turned about and slapped her bottom. "All natural, grade A beef. I'll even let you eat some of this wonderful ass. After I kick yours. And"-Gul leaned right into Chloe's ear, and her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper-"fuck it."
Chloe laughed. "Grade A beef? I think it needs to be...tenderized. Slowly. For hours. That little poker in your hand ought to do the trick. And you're not just going to eat my ass. When it goes down on your face, you're gonna worship it. You're gonna dine on it. You're gonna savor it. Its going to be the finest meal you ever tasted."
Gul Bahari reached into the drawer again, pulling out a leather riding crop. "You think you're it, don't you? I'm going to break you tonight. By next morning, you'll be nothing but my slave-and I'll etch that into your bones."
"In your dreams!" retorted Chloe. "By next morning, I'll have you
begging to be
my slave! And when I...
escort you out, you'll be wearing this!" Chloe reached into the drawer and pulled out a leather dog collar.
"Well, sweetheart, lets see if your body can back that little mouth of yours up," said Gul Bahari as she turned to Chloe Saxon, holding the dildo up between them. "Maybe we should start by...lubing this?" She opened her mouth and licked the base of the tool slowly, sensually.
Chloe, in turn, opened her mouth and tongued the opposite side. Slowly, Gul lowered the dildo so the girls could lick upwards-until they reached the top, and their tongues met in a slow French kiss. Gul threw the dildo away, and then she and Chloe embraced, hands running all over each other's scantily clad bodies as their tongues did battle in their mouths. The sexfight was on.
