[Bella13]

Official statement from the desk of the devil in heels

Hello readers......

It is I your loving queen here to feed your dirty minds with a story that could not of happened with out my best friend and new love muffin Belladonna who you all saw her poor treatment by the tower's protection forces and the unclean hands of the local law enforcement officials. So to make it up to her I've asked her to stay in my home and tend to the place while I am away on personal matters. Please treat her as you would me. Also a side note. Erin Lee is a jealous thirsty whore who is not half the fighter her cousin is! Now with that I want to turn it over to the true star of the show. A woman with few equals. Miss Belladonna And- oh sorry she does not want out there not that I blame her..Bella it is all yours..

Thank you lover I promise this place is in good hands. So where should I start. I guess I should explain what happened. It is simple really. Kate saw me dragged away in cuffs unfairly I might add, and her and her barrister showed up,and fifteen minutes I was free. Before you start with the you sold your soul jag. I did nothing of the kind. No blood contract,or anything like that I swear...  Do you think i'd be silly enough to sell my soul to Kate for a ride and a week in her pad? I mean the shower does rock and the personal chef is Devine still no way they still would need my blood. I mean yes I bleed a little when she kissed in the back of her car and yes  I used a napkin to stop the bleeding while she sorted out the issues with the building. That is what she said. You know what screw you guys. You don't deserve this story so you can wait till Alex X shows up. See if she wants to tell you anything. I'm going to shower and eat dinner blood rare stake and ceaser salad. Sounds good right? It will be amazing. Suck it bitches!

[Alexandra X]

Damn it, I don't even understand how I got here, but I know exactly what I want to do. Kate, Kate, Kate... I'm obsessed with this bitch. To think she called me a "mistake." Just like that, spending the night together and then declaring, "I made a mistake, let's stay friends." Fuck, I think I hate her. Yes, that's exactly it. In my homeland, they say, "From love to hate, there's only one step," and that step has been taken. All I want is to kick that Kate's ass. Because as they say, mistakes come with a price. The events of the previous week flash through my mind like a kaleidoscope as I ride the elevator to the top floor. I need to calm down. How do you do that, count to five and take a deep breath... or exhale? Damn, it seems emotions are getting the better of me again. And here's the floor I need. I exhale and step out of the elevator. I'm wearing white, mid-calf pants, black sneakers, and a black sweatshirt. A belated thought occurs to me that I should have worn the dress and stockings Kate loves so much, but now there's no way to fix it. I stop in front of her apartment door. I rethink our upcoming conversation. The main thing is not to lose my temper and call her a bitch, at least not right away. And so, having brought my thoughts into relative order, I fix my hair and knock on the door of Kate’s apartment.

[Bella13]

From the desk of the devil in heels

First I have to give love and well wishes to Kate. Next I would like to tell the jealous bitches who think I faked the message from my Dark goddess first prove it! Then take that proof and shove it in a dark tight place that no one cares about. I have a top ten list if you want options, but this is no time to mock others. Firstly its never fair to start a battle of wits with the unarmed, and most the bitches here would have trouble hitting the ground with a rock.

Enough stalling I'm just unhappy with this. Not because the story is lacking in some way far from it. I'm proud of my work. No this next part is sad,but we must carry on yes?

Readers: Yes!

Settle down! I mean I'm just setting the sence I did not sat a word about the amazing paper I'm using or the desk set with quill and ink I'm using or any of the stamp... [\i]

*mumble and growl*

Sorry my bad it's just nice and up class is all. I wish I was able to send the notes I wrote to Kate's rivals\ friends it would of been good advertising. *sigh* oh well. Anyway. I just stepped out of the shower god I love it! I would marry it if I could, but alas legalization to a shower seems miles from today. My hair was blow dried etc, and was just sitting down to my dinner when then the banging began. I'm not going to lie. I did ignore it for awhile and enjoyed my meal, but not the chilled fruit as I could tell whoever it was wanted Kate. Sadly she was not here, but I can handle this right?

I took a moment to drink my water, and clean my face. Then after apologizing to the chef for leaving before desert, and thanking him deeply for his efforts! I turned in MY robe and headed for the door. Opening it and seeing a trashy blonde standing there. Her face somewhere between shock and relief. Mine was just shock as we started at the other....[\i]

Who are you?

[Alexandra X]

 Damn it, I've been knocking on the door for five minutes, is she sleeping in there? Or does she have hearing problems? Or is she just..... having problems? But I hear there's someone in the apartment, and I'm not leaving here until I talk to that bitch Kate. I keep knocking on the door insistently. And suddenly, lo and behold, the door opens and I see... And who do I see? It's definitely not Kate. I see a lady in a robe looking at me in surprise (maybe she's in shock). Yes, she definitely doesn't look like a maid.
She looks like she just got out of the shower. I wonder why some bitch is taking a shower in Kate's apartment? Is this really the Bella I've heard so much about? Fuck, Kate kept telling me how sweet, funny, and talented Bella was. She also said she wouldn't tolerate me flirting with her girlfriend. So, I'm standing here, looking at this girl, and I have no desire to flirt with her. I'm serious. All these cute and funny people just annoy me. And I'm also jealous, yes. I'm clearly better than her. You'd have to be blind not to see it. Maybe if she combed her hair and put on makeup, it would improve the situation a little, but still, she's just a pathetic slob compared to me.
"Who are you?" Her question brings me back to reality.
"It's none of your business." I put on the most bitchy expression on my face: "Is Kate at home? Please call your mistress, you're the housekeeper, right?"

[Bella13]

Damn it, I've been knocking on the door for five minutes, is she sleeping in there? Or does she have hearing problems? Or is she just..... having problems? But I hear there's someone in the apartment, and I'm not leaving here until I talk to that bitch Kate. I keep knocking on the door insistently. And suddenly, lo and behold, the door opens and I see... And who do I see? It's definitely not Kate. I see a lady in a robe looking at me in surprise (maybe she's in shock). Yes, she definitely doesn't look like a maid.
She looks like she just got out of the shower. I wonder why some bitch is taking a shower in Kate's apartment? Is this really the Bella I've heard so much about? Fuck, Kate kept telling me how sweet, funny, and talented Bella was. She also said she wouldn't tolerate me flirting with her girlfriend. So, I'm standing here, looking at this girl, and I have no desire to flirt with her. I'm serious. All these cute and funny people just annoy me. And I'm also jealous, yes. I'm clearly better than her. You'd have to be blind not to see it. Maybe if she combed her hair and put on makeup, it would improve the situation a little, but still, she's just a pathetic slob compared to me.
"Who are you?" Her question brings me back to reality.
"It's none of your business." I put on the most bitchy expression on my face: "Is Kate at home? Please call your mistress, you're the housekeeper, right?"

[Bella13]

Damn it, I don't even understand how I got here, but I know exactly what I want to do. Kate, Kate, Kate... I'm obsessed with this bitch. To think she called me a "mistake." Just like that, spending the night together and then declaring, "I made a mistake, let's stay friends." Fuck, I think I hate her. Yes, that's exactly it. In my homeland, they say, "From love to hate, there's only one step," and that step has been taken. All I want is to kick that Kate's ass. Because as they say, mistakes come with a price. The events of the previous week flash through my mind like a kaleidoscope as I ride the elevator to the top floor. I need to calm down. How do you do that, count to five and take a deep breath... or exhale? Damn, it seems emotions are getting the better of me again. And here's the floor I need. I exhale and step out of the elevator. I'm wearing white, mid-calf pants, black sneakers, and a black sweatshirt. A belated thought occurs to me that I should have worn the dress and stockings Kate loves so much, but now there's no way to fix it. I stop in front of her apartment door. I rethink our upcoming conversation. The main thing is not to lose my temper and call her a bitch, at least not right away. And so, having brought my thoughts into relative order, I fix my hair and knock on the door of Kate’s apartment.

There comes a point when you have to cut bait and run, or knuckle down and try again and fuck the universe that seems set against you.. I'm splitting the difference as I've written this twice and twice the site acted like my daddy and spanked me and sent me to bed. Well fuck you pop! Where were you before this shit happened? Huh? Exactly so fuck off! Now if the site will let this go up it can stop replaying in my head. What? Spoilers. Now I'm with the fight.

Alex burned past me like she owned the place. She could have for all I know. Me and my "Goddess" are going to have a long talk not just about the apartment, and what she found in her bed, but what she keeps in her office behind s bookcase. No more spoilers I promise other then this place makes doctor strange's house seem normal..

So blonde bitch who needs a brush stormed it yelling for Kate and calling me a maid. Annoying yes? Rude sure but given I was on probation with the building I thought it was best to shut the door and try to settle this at least in his the sound proof walls of the apartment. We reached the living room and the bitch turned around and looked at me. I smirked as that is I react to aggression. So that made us rivals and like me this bitch did not like other whores in her face. I liked her. Even after the slap..

"You swing like a bitch... I thought Russian whores were tough?.."

I stepped back and grinning ear to ear like a psycho slapped her back with my left hand I bought up from the floor. The sound echoed and she reacted like me which was no reaction. Which made me giggle as this was going to be a war.I'm nuts I know...

Back to the mad Russia whore:-)

[Alexandra X]

So, the strange girl in the robe continues to blink her eyelashes in surprise; it seems Kate likes to surround herself with klutzes. My hope of getting a sensible answer to my question from her melts like snow under the rays of the spring sun.
I push her away and go inside.
"Kate, bitch, are you home?" No one answers.
I reached the living room. I called Kate again. It seemed she wasn't in the apartment. Looks like I wasted my time. I turn around to leave and then I see this bitch, I think her name is Bella, if it really is her.
"What the hell are you staring at me for?" I ask, squinting at her stupid smile.
But I don't get an answer. She just stands there and smiles like some kind of maniac.  I thought for a second. Since I'd wasted my time on this visit, and Kate wasn't home, I couldn't leave empty-handed. Maybe I should pick a fight with Bella? No, that wouldn't solve my problem with Kate, but at least I'd get some moral satisfaction. And before my thoughts could fully form, my hand moves of its own accord, completely unexpectedly, and I give Bella a resounding slap. It wasn't exactly a hard blow, more like a humiliating and provocative one.
I thought she would immediately pounce on me, but instead she mumbled something about Russian prostitutes. It seems she has complexes, or maybe envy, i have no desire to understand her motives.
Bella backs away, still smiling stupidly, then hits me and starts laughing hysterically. Fuck! I've met  crazy woman again. It seems I'm not the only one thinking about a fight.
I pretend to be bored and, with feigned indifference, begin to look at the nails on my left hand.
"You know, bitch, you're going to have to apologize, yeah. Or I'll make you do it"  My voice is sickeningly sweet, but there is a threat and a challenge in it.

[NekoKitsune]

Sorry for intruding on your territory, but I have to say this. It's like Bella playing baseball and Alex playing hockey. It's pretty funny. Sorry again.

[jumpisay5]

Great last  move Alex

[Bella13]

So, the strange girl in the robe continues to blink her eyelashes in surprise; it seems Kate likes to surround herself with klutzes. My hope of getting a sensible answer to my question from her melts like snow under the rays of the spring sun.
I push her away and go inside.
"Kate, bitch, are you home?" No one answers.
I reached the living room. I called Kate again. It seemed she wasn't in the apartment. Looks like I wasted my time. I turn around to leave and then I see this bitch, I think her name is Bella, if it really is her.
"What the hell are you staring at me for?" I ask, squinting at her stupid smile.
But I don't get an answer. She just stands there and smiles like some kind of maniac.  I thought for a second. Since I'd wasted my time on this visit, and Kate wasn't home, I couldn't leave empty-handed. Maybe I should pick a fight with Bella? No, that wouldn't solve my problem with Kate, but at least I'd get some moral satisfaction. And before my thoughts could fully form, my hand moves of its own accord, completely unexpectedly, and I give Bella a resounding slap. It wasn't exactly a hard blow, more like a humiliating and provocative one.
I thought she would immediately pounce on me, but instead she mumbled something about Russian prostitutes. It seems she has complexes, or maybe envy, i have no desire to understand her motives.
Bella backs away, still smiling stupidly, then hits me and starts laughing hysterically. Fuck! I've met  crazy woman again. It seems I'm not the only one thinking about a fight.
I pretend to be bored and, with feigned indifference, begin to look at the nails on my left hand.
"You know, bitch, you're going to have to apologize, yeah. Or I'll make you do it"  My voice is sickeningly sweet, but there is a threat and a challenge in it.

Was this Russian bitch serious, or did my slap have no effect. As she had the overeries to check  her nails was just offensive. I'm not British. I'm an American... The country that made truck nuts a thing. So if this slut thought she was okay to check out her manicure. She was about to learn to respect me.,..

The only question was how to respond to this bitch not wanting a mixed message. I could knee lift her, but that is a bit extreme, and I did not want to be mistaken either so as she inspected her nails. I shed my robe then Looked at you and smiled as I brought a fist to your belly. Assuming that would help get my point across. ?

[Alexandra X]

Damn it, instead of apologizing to me, the crazy bitch took off her robe. I'm serious, she gave me a striptease. It's not that I didn't like what I saw, but it caught me off guard. Before I could make a snide comment about her tits, she punched me in the stomach.
I gasped for a second, grabbed my stomach and took a few steps back. It was unpleasant, but I was still lucky. If the blow had landed on my solar plexus, the consequences would have been far worse. I exhaled, my abdominal muscles absorbing the blow, even though it caused some discomfort.
I may be blonde, but I'm not so stupid as not to understand that the bitch challenged me, now a fight is inevitable. I pulled off my sweatshirt and tossed it aside, leaving me in a white lace bra. I don't want this bitch to have any advantage. My palms clench and unclench, I feel adrenaline rush through my veins, and I start to shake slightly, like I always do before a fight.

"You made a big mistake, bitch, now your apologies won't be enough, you'll be kissing my feet, begging for mercy"  As I say this I grin nastily.

The distance between us is quite large; to attack, I need to close the gap. I'm not going to fight fair. I step forward with my right foot and bring my left leg forward with a bent knee, bringing it down forcefully, slamming my heel into that bitch's foot. Her scream is music to my ears, but I'm not going to give her a break, I grab her by the shoulders with my hands and trip her with my right foot, she falls on her back and I fall on top of her. The blow knocks the air out of her lungs, and she hits the back of her head on the floor. I sit on her stomach and grab her hair with both hands, I lower my face so close to hers that it seems like I want to kiss her, but I don't intend to, I whisper into her face:

Do you like this, bitch? How do you like the idea of ??being fucked by a Russian whore?

[Bella13]

Damn it, instead of apologizing to me, the crazy bitch took off her robe. I'm serious, she gave me a striptease. It's not that I didn't like what I saw, but it caught me off guard. Before I could make a snide comment about her tits, she punched me in the stomach.
I gasped for a second, grabbed my stomach and took a few steps back. It was unpleasant, but I was still lucky. If the blow had landed on my solar plexus, the consequences would have been far worse. I exhaled, my abdominal muscles absorbing the blow, even though it caused some discomfort.
I may be blonde, but I'm not so stupid as not to understand that the bitch challenged me, now a fight is inevitable. I pulled off my sweatshirt and tossed it aside, leaving me in a white lace bra. I don't want this bitch to have any advantage. My palms clench and unclench, I feel adrenaline rush through my veins, and I start to shake slightly, like I always do before a fight.

"You made a big mistake, bitch, now your apologies won't be enough, you'll be kissing my feet, begging for mercy"  As I say this I grin nastily.

The distance between us is quite large; to attack, I need to close the gap. I'm not going to fight fair. I step forward with my right foot and bring my left leg forward with a bent knee, bringing it down forcefully, slamming my heel into that bitch's foot. Her scream is music to my ears, but I'm not going to give her a break, I grab her by the shoulders with my hands and trip her with my right foot, she falls on her back and I fall on top of her. The blow knocks the air out of her lungs, and she hits the back of her head on the floor. I sit on her stomach and grab her hair with both hands, I lower my face so close to hers that it seems like I want to kiss her, but I don't intend to, I whisper into her face:

Do you like this, bitch? How do you like the idea of ??being fucked by a Russian whore?

 What a question? Both bold and teasing its hard to strike the balance between bitch boss and sex  goddess, she  pulled it off then again my head was spinning , and trying to get my breath back to cingulate the bitch for coming up with a line like that I'm a forgien language. Given her native younger is best for lines for toilet paper and other stuff. Not saying English is better. Just more folks speak it, and slang is cool also curses but that is a sideline of my own really.

So with my breath back I had other issues to confront like the bigass ruskie sitting on my belly so I began to slowly move my hands along of your back gentle like a lover would. I hoped my eyes were behaving themselves as they can play against me a lot but for the moment they were at daytaunt with me. So I slid them up and cradled your back as I stopped moving for the moment.

Then when they were at the small of the back and begin to lean forward slightly more because that is a!l I can manage. Looking in her eyes a bit shy mostly because if I don't they could give me away and that would be queer and I'd lose this fight, and I was not even close to admitting that. While I argued with myself and began sliding my feet up, and then I exhaled.

And then pushed up with my feet and legs as my hands pushed from the small of your back and hopped you would be caught off guard and Tumble forward and allow me to wiggle free of you and show you the office.. *giggles and growns*

[Alexandra X]

The girl lying beneath me is acting strange. Instead of kicking and screaming, she starts running her hands down my back (at least she didn't pull my bra down), looking into my eyes, but I can't read their expression. As Olga says, everyone has a little bit of madness in them, and Bella seems to have it all figured out.
To my surprise, she pulls off a clever trick and I end up on the floor. She crawls back, giggling stupidly.

Instead of attacking this bitch, I sit down cross-legged in the oriental style. A clump of her hair remains in my fingers. I look at it thoughtfully. Fragments of many thoughts flit through my head. I think about how the English language, due to its poverty, cannot convey even a tenth of the exquisite curses I could have hurled at her... Don't get me wrong, usually when I'm fighting, I don't indulge in philological reflections, but now, at this time and in this place, everything seems somehow unreal and illusory to me.
So, I return the flow of my thoughts, which carried me away to the forbidden oak groves of the distant Fatherland, to our sheep, that is, I want to say to the giggling Bella.
I look at her carefully, thoughtfully twirling a strand of her hair in my fingers, and then ask:
"Bella, tell me, are you always like this, or only when someone hits your head on the floor?"

[Olga]

Girls, if I were a referee, I would give you both a warning for passivity.
Maybe we should order some Chinese food and drinks? While you wait for delivery, swap recipes for grandma's pie or draw a princess with colored pencils 

[Alexandra X]

Girls, if I were a referee, I would give you both a warning for passivity.
Maybe we should order some Chinese food and drinks? While you wait for delivery, swap recipes for grandma's pie or draw a princess with colored pencils 

Hmm... Good idea, maybe you could give me a massage?