The crystal chandeliers of the Metropolitan Art Museum sparkled above the bustling crowd, casting a warm glow upon the assembled A-listers. Camera lights flashed to the tune of clinking champagne flutes as actresses and models in revealing evening dresses walked to and fro.
Olivia Rodrigo, draped in a custom-made indigo Vivienne Westwood dress made of silk, smiled as she posed for the cameras. At 5’5” and with dark brunette locks of hair, the pop singer found herself posing for the cameras. She had always felt a buzz of excitement when attending such high-profile events. Today was no different.
Clung to Olivia’s arm was her latest beau, a rising indie filmmaker who had spoken passionately about casting her in his latest project. He wasn’t as conventionally handsome as the actors and models she was used to seeing but he was attractive enough that she felt reassured as she clasped his hand. He had taken her seriously and that was what mattered.
But as they walked past a line of paparazzi, Olivia noticed that his gaze kept drifting past the sea of faces, searching.
And then she saw her.
Straight across the vast hall, past a cluster of fashion moguls and security guards, was a striking figure within the crowd. A shock of blonde hair, perfectly coiffed and glimmering beneath the chandelier lights.
Sabrina Carpenter.
A familiar wave of unease washed over Olivia. Of course she would be here!
Even from this distance, Olivia could practically feel the effortless doll-like presence that Sabrina Carpenter embodied as she walked around the building, as if she was a fairy tale character exploring some wonder land.
Wanting to shift the conversation, Olivia leaned in towards her male companion as she pointed at a particularly abstract, modern sculpture made of gleaming chrome that twisted into an impossible knot.
"Isn't that statue, just…uh, something?" Olivia murmured, feigning a deep interest she didn't feel. Indeed, it was actually an ugly and pretentious statue. Just like Sabrina!
“Huh, yeah? Of course!”
Olivia was hoping her beau would respond with an intellectual remark, like he usually always had done before explaining the period and originator of the statue. Instead, he had ignored her and kept glancing in the direction of that blonde bitch.
“So, what do you think of the statue? I mean, what do you think of this place?”
“Oh, not much at all.”
It was annoying. And as such, Olivia found herself also annoyed as her eyes began darting back to Sabrina. The blonde bitch was now laughing airily at something her own date - a lanky and strong jawed actor Olivia vaguely recognized - had said.
Where did she recognize that actor?
Moreover, Sabrina's dress, a shimmering gold outfit that hugged her figure, seemed almost to compete with the gala's decor as the lights shone down upon it.
Of course, she'd choose gold, Olivia thought with a slight roll of her eyes. A bitch like that is always trying to be the center of attention.
“Hey, babe, why don’t we go this way? I think we could use some more privacy,” Olivia motioned to her companion, with a suggestive smirk, as she pointed towards a private booth.
But before Olivia could receive a response, she was rudely interrupted.
"Olivia! What a surprise seeing you here," Sabrina stated, her voice dripping with an artificial sweetness that immediately grated Olivia’s nerves, “I didn’t think you would be invited to such an event.”
“Sabrina. How wonderful to see you too,” Olivia replied, a smile forming on her face, “Of course, I would’ve rejected the invitation but then, I saw that you were here, too, and I just couldn’t help myself. You know, we are both often compared to each other.”
Sabrina ignored her comments as she gazed at Olivia’s dress from head to toe.
"My, my. And that dress of yours. That dress is certainly a choice."
“Vivienne Westwood. You?”
“Oh, mine? It’s an indie brand, actually. I wanted to showcase the unique creatives out there that wouldn’t get the opportunity they deserve. You should think about it, sometime, Olivia. It would do wonders for your image.”
Though Olivia’s smile didn’t waver, she was fuming deep down. MY Image? Bitch, please. I’m not the one famous for looking like a cartoon blow up doll!
Olivia’s director boyfriend, however, chimed in.
“You know, I do think your dress is fascinating, Sabrina. Perhaps you’ll have to introduce me to this independent fashion designer. I’d like to use their work in my next film. I’ll even have Olivia, here, wear them.”
“I’d certainly love to introduce you. Though, I do wonder if this particular dress would fit you, Olivia?” Sabrina batted her eyelashes innocently as she spoke, a gesture that Olivia knew was anything but innocent. “I mean, it’s so avant-garde, don’t you think?
“Indeed,” Olivia’s boyfriend stated, “You know, I must admit I am a little surprised to see you have such refined tastes, Sabrina. I misjudged you, I’m afraid and for that, I must apologize.”
“Oh, that’s okay. I’m quite forgiving. Besides, not everyone can have tastes as bland as Olivia,” Sabrina stated, with a pause before smiling at Olivia, “Just kidding!”
She was, indeed, not kidding and Olivia knew it. But the brunette laughed along, just as her director boyfriend and Sabrina did.
"But you know, it's all about supporting emerging talent, don't you think? Not everyone gets handed an empire handed down to them, after all. Some of us actually enjoy the thrill of the climb, finding new voices and helping them shine. It's so much more authentic, wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes. Authenticity is hardly in short supply these days," Olivia responded, irritation trickling down her throat as she doused her words with a slight hint of sarcasm, "I’m sure you would know best.”
"I always do," Sabrina stated with a purr, her blue eyes twinkling brightly at Olivia's boyfriend. "You know, it's so refreshing to meet someone who truly appreciates art and creativity. Other people are just so focused on the superficial, aren't they? That’s why their careers tend to get stale and crash."
Sabrina walked closer to the film director, touching his shoulder, before turning to Olivia.
“I'm sure your companion here, being a visionary filmmaker, understands the novelty of being creative. Right, Sabrina? And I can imagine he’s always constantly searching for that spark! It must be exhilarating trying to find the perfect muse. I know this because it’s also something I experience."
Olivia's boyfriend, completely oblivious to the subtle language flying over his head, beamed with excitement.
"Absolutely! That's precisely it. The untapped potential, the truly authentic, the beauty. That’s what drives me to do what I do. It seems you know a lot about this, Sabrina."
Olivia felt her blood pressure rise. He was practically preening under Sabrina's gaze.
The brunette was about to retort with something vicious when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Sabrina's actor companion was approaching with a confident stride and a familiar, charming smirk on his face.
Olivia’s heart nearly stopped. No. It couldn't be.
Olivia's eyes snapped to the man now standing beside Sabrina, his arm casually draped around her waist. Tall with a chiseled jaw and a smirk that used to make her heart flutter.
Jake.
Olivia's ex-boyfriend. The one who had gone cold on her just a few weeks ago, ghosting her after three months of what she thought was a promising relationship. And now he was here, looking utterly smitten with Sabrina.
"Sabrina, darling, there you are! I was just getting you another glass of that exquisite rosé."
"Jake?" Olivia asked, her voice barely a whisper. The name tasted like ash on her tongue. Her face felt hot, then cold. She was utterly speechless.
"Hey there, Olivia. Fancy seeing you here," said Jake, with a smile. His eyes barely reacted when he saw her. And his tone was completely casual, as if nothing had happened.
"Fancy indeed," Olivia replied as another tight, artificial smile plastered on her face. "You two seem very well-acquainted."
Sabrina beamed, leaning into Jake.
"Oh, Jake and I have been practically inseparable lately. He's been truly wonderful. Such a breath of fresh air compared to some of the less mature individuals I've encountered, including some of the ones he previously encountered, too."
She squeezed Jake's arm, her eyes briefly locking with Olivia's in a triumphant stare as she smirked.
Olivia clenched her jaw. She couldn't believe this was happening. First her current boyfriend was being charmed by Sabrina and now, her ex was with Sabrina. This was a nightmare!
"Speaking of which," Jake chimed in, oblivious to the simmering tension, "Remember that guy you were seeing before me, Sabrina. What was his name? Lucas? Luke? I recall he ditched some other pop star before you. Can you believe that? Good thing you dumped him before he tried to do the same to you.”
The ex-boyfriend chuckled, completely unaware of the irony and of the accidental truth bomb he had just dropped.
Olivia felt a cold dread spread through her. She was utterly speechless, watching her past and present collide in the most humiliating way possible. Luke? Her boyfriend before Jake, who had also suddenly ghosted her. It couldn't be a coincidence. No way!
"Luke?" Olivia's voice was dangerously low, "How interesting. You know, you seem to have quite the dating history, right, Sabrina?”
Sabrina's smile didn't falter. Instead, her eyes held a mischievous glint as she gazed back at the stumbling Olivia.
"Well, darling, when you're as prominent and as charming as I am, these things tend to fall into your lap. And sometimes, people just move on to bigger and better things. That’s just a fact of life."
"Oh, they certainly do," Olivia retorted, finally finding her footing. "But sometimes, those 'bigger and better things' turn out to be nothing more than a facade, am I right? As if a cheap, plastic Barbie Doll could ever compare to a real woman."
Sabrina’s smile momentarily strained.
Olivia smiled as she saw Sabrina’s smirk retreat for a brief second. What’s the matter, Sabrina? Cat caught your tongue?
"A real woman, you say?" Sabrina quipped, her smirk slowly returning, “But I have to ask, is a real woman able to handle a dream girl, come to life? Or would you think that real women tend to be far more jealous when they’re not able to compete with every man’s fantasy?”
"Sabrina, that is a good question. I will have to think about it," Olivia began, her voice feigning sweetness, "But in the meantime, I've been meaning to freshen up. Perhaps you'd care to join me in the ladies’ room? That way, we could catch up properly."
The invitation briefly hung in the air, causing both women to stare at one another as they sized each other up and down.
Sabrina smirked, while Olivia grit her teeth and clenched her jaw. Both women knew exactly what awaited them.
"Why, Olivia, I'd be absolutely delighted to accompany you," Sabrina replied, her voice filled with a sweetness to it. "I'm sure we have so much to discuss that simply can't be said in polite company."
With a final, lingering glance at their confused dates, Sabrina led the way while Olivia marched in from a distance behind her, a pout on her lips.
Soon, the chatter of the gala faded as they approached the ladies' room.
The bathroom was a sanctuary of marble and gold, surprisingly empty save for a lone attendant polishing a mirror before exiting. As the heavy door swung shut behind them, the polite facades instantly crumbled.
"So," Sabrina began, turning to face Olivia, her arms crossing over her chest. "Are you ready to drop the act, darling?"
“Act?” Olivia scoffed, walking towards a pristine sink and running her hands under the cool water. She met Sabrina’s gaze in the mirror. "I’m not the one putting on the fake girl act. If anything, it’s quite clear you are so desperate for attention, you’ll do anything to steal the spotlight."
"Is that what this is about, Olivia? The spotlight? Because last I checked, you're the one who seems to be struggling to keep it," Sabrina leaned forth, a smile forming on her lips. "Frankly, it's quite sad. All that talent and yet, Olivia is still so….predictable."
"Predictable?" Olivia's voice rose, her hands clenching into fists as she turned from the mirror. "I'm predictable? You're the one who goes around copying everyone else's sound and style! You're nothing but a cheap knock-off!"
"Oh, Olivia," Sabrina replied, as she stepped forward closer to Olivia. "That's really rich coming from someone like you. I’m an icon. You’re just a sad little trend. After all, why do you think all your boyfriends would rather be with me instead of you?”
Olivia was caught off guard. She couldn’t deny it. The comment about her boyfriends was true. And despite being taller than Sabrina, she suddenly felt smaller than the woman before her.
Sabrina noticed her words had struck and produced a toothy grin.
“What, you don’t have anything to say to that? Or did you th-”
But before Sabrina could comment any further, Olivia lunged forward.
The brunette’s hand shot out, her fingers grasping onto the blonde’s shimmering gold dress with a ferocious yank. A loud tearing sound effect rang throughout the bathroom as a portion of the delicate material tore away, exposing Sabrina's shoulder down to her ribcage
"Hey! What the hell?" Sabrina gasped, her eyes widening.
Olivia finally smiled, as she gazed upon her own handiwork.
“Bitch,” Olivia stated, knowing she had just crossed the point of no return.
But the brunette’s satisfaction was short-lived as Sabrina’s own hands flew up, claws extended. In retaliation, she lunged forth and aimed specifically for Olivia's dark hair, pulling a handful with a sharp tug.
"Agh!" Olivia cried out, retaliating with a wild, open-handed slap across Sabrina's cheek as she was dragged forward, "Get off me, you crazy bitch!"
SLAP!
Sabrina stumbled back, her hand flying to her reddening cheek as she paused. For a moment, her usual composure was replaced by a bout of shock.
But the blonde quickly returned to form, a catty smirk on her face as she shrugged her shoulders and stepped forward, raising her arms in a playful manner as she closed in.
Olivia moved to defend herself but it was too late as the blonde seized her hands, throwing a series of wild slaps in retaliation.
The brunette covered her head.
“Oh? You’re just jealous of what you can’t have, you know that?” Sabrina purred, as she, again, raised her hands above her shoulder, taking a second to savor the expression of fear on her rival’s face.
Taking caution, Olivia stepped backwards, in a defensive stance. She didn’t want to admit it but she was slightly intimidated by the shorter woman and how particularly aggressive she was.
With that, Sabrina yelled as she lashed out with her fingers, clawing at Olivia’s arms as she defended herself before moving her fingers to her hair, tugging at the brunette curls.
“Ugh! Fuck!”
Olivia tried to shake her opponent off, her hands prying for the blonde’s wrists in an attempt to release Sabrina’s grip.
But Sabrina shifted her grip and stepped backwards, her fingers finding the delicate silk of Olivia's Vivienne Westwood gown.
A tearing sound echoed as a strategic rip down the back seam occurred, causing Olivia to back off and hold her designer dress.
"My dress!" Olivia shrieked, whirling around in an attempt to readjust it, “You ruined it!”
“Oh, stop being so dramatic. It wasn’t worth that much,” Sabrina goaded her rival, “But then again, a second rate singer like yourself might be worth even less.”
As Olivia was distracted, Sabrina shoved the brunette against the marble counter, holding her still by the shoulders.
In response, Olivia shoved back, mostly in an attempt to free herself but found that Sabrina's grip was surprisingly strong. She was stuck, pinned against the counter by the blonde.
“Ooops, looks like you're stuck,” taunted Sabrina.
As Olivia watched the blonde before her, a triumphant and utterly chilling smile spread across Sabrina's face. She tried shaking her arms and shoulders free, only to watch Sabrina giggle in response.
Just then, Olivia kicked out, catching Sabrina’s shin. In a swift motion, she was able to tear her arms free and latch onto the blonde’s mane and drag her to the side.
“Let go of my hair, you hag!” Sabrina screamed, her voice losing all its polished sweetness, as she was slammed into the wall.
Now, it was Olivia’s turn to pin Sabrina.
With a punch to the gut that caused Sabrina to grunt, Olivia raised her right hand and delivered a sharp slap.
As such, Sabrina tried to respond with her own slap, but barely grazed the brunette across the face.
Olivia felt a searing sting on her cheek but barely registered it as she aimed for Sabrina’s hair, yanking her head backwards so that her sneering mouth was pointed directly at Olivia’s face.
The blonde’s dress now hung precariously from one shoulder. She had a wild glint in her eyes, as they both momentarily halted the fight. Despite her heaving chest and disheveled hair, a condescending smile slowly spread across Sabrina’s face.
"You know what, Olivia?" Sabrina panted, a sense of superiority returning to her voice, "This is so very rude of you, actually. But let's be honest. I make more money than you."
SLAP! Olivia’s hand cracked across Sabrina's cheek with a resounding smack.
But Sabrina merely turned her head back, curls forming around her eyes as her smile simply remained on her bubbly face, "You know, I get more awards than you."
SLAP! Another punishing slap connected, the sound echoing in the restroom.
Sabrina’s eyes narrowed, a glint of defiance mixed with her taunt as she tilted her head, back and forth in mocking fashion. "And I get way more men than you."
SLAP! SLAP! Two rapid, furious slaps from Olivia rained down.
But despite the faint red marks blossoming on her cheek, Sabrina’s smile remained, much to Olivia’s shock and dismay.
This tiny bitch is genuinely insane, Olivia thought to herself.
“And I’m just better than you,” Sabrina stated, confidently.
At that moment, the blonde quickly retaliated by grabbing Olivia's dark hair with both hands, pulling her head down with brutal force.
Olivia screamed in shock and responded by shoving Sabrina back, sending both women stumbling against the sinks, water spraying onto their dresses.
As Sabrina attempted to regain her balance, her hand reached out and grabbed onto a bottle of soap. Before Olivia could react, Sabrina swung, aiming for Olivia's head.
The brunette ducked just in time as the bottle smashed against the wall behind her, the contents spilling over Olivia’s dress.
“Whoops! Look at that mess you made!”
“I didn’t make that mess, you did, you bitch,” Olivia responded with an air of irritation.
As they circled one another, attempting to sidestep the soapy mess beneath them, both women raised their arms before they ran towards one another.
Soon, the two were engaged in a deadlock as their fingers interlocked. Olivia stared in shock at the smaller woman being able to push her. Even more intimidating was her cocky smiling amidst all this. Still, the brunette utilized her size advantage to push her wrists downward while bending her knees slightly, causing Sabrina to stumble backwards on sheer momentum.
As such, both women tumbled to the floor, pulling at one another’s dresses as they fell. Their fingers hungrily sought the other out, scratching like wildcats and causing fabric to snap open. The accessories which desperately held their disheveled hair together fell to the floor with metallic clinks as the two women shoved one another with their legs and yanked hair. Their faces pressed against one another and they could feel the other’s warm breaths as they panted.
Olivia cried out as Sabrina jumped on top of her, pulling her arms around her neck and causing the brunette to panic and attempt to get up, only to fall back down on all fours.
“Let’s see what kind of panties you’re wearing,” Sabrina taunted, as she pulled up Olivia’s dress, causing the brunette to gasp as her red panties were visible, “These don’t even match your dress! What a faux paus!”
With that, Sabrina smacked Olivia several times on her round bottom, causing the half-Filipina to screech out in anguish as she bucked the blonde back and forth in an attempt to free herself.
“Giddiyup, Olivia,” Sabrina stated, as she smacked her rival several more times before latching her fingers onto her rival’s panties so that she did not fall off.
Olivia cried out at the wedgy impacting her groin and she shifted uncomfortably as the blonde grabbed onto her hair from above. But eventually, a twist of the hip sent Sabrina crashing sideways into the trash can.
Just as Olivia’s hand shot out to grab a fistful of Sabrina’s drenched blonde hair, the sound of a heavy door creaking open stopped them both dead in their tracks. They froze, tangled together.
The attendant from earlier had entered in from the other side of the bathroom, oblivious to the mess awaiting her as she polished away at the mirrors.
Neither woman moved, as they simply gazed at one another. The interruption had shattered the violent spell both women were under. And a fresh wave of profound dissatisfaction washed over Olivia. This wasn't over. She hadn't made Sabrina pay, just yet.
Sabrina was quicker to recover, slowly adjusted her dress as she shot Olivia a twisted smile.
"This is hardly the venue for a proper resolution, don't you think?" Sabrina murmured, with a raspy purr as she shook her hair back into place.
Olivia said nothing, instead opting to merely stare. Her dark eyes promised murder.
In contrast, Sabrina stared at Olivia with a challenging smile as she playfully readjusted her dress.
"Meet me at my penthouse suite. At the Bedivere Hotel. It's literally right down the street," Sabrina explained, taking a step closer as she spoke. Her tone dropped to a provocative whisper. "We can finish this, properly. No interruptions."
The offer hung in the air. Olivia's mind raced. This was crazy. This was career-suicide even.
But the image of Jake surprising her, Sabrina flirting with her current boyfriend, and Luke's ghosting all led back to this blonde vixen. She just couldn't walk away. Not now. Not while Sabrina Carpenter still looked so damn smug.
That blonde would have to pay!
And then, with a slow and deliberate nod, Olivia sealed her fate with Sabrina.
"Fine," the brunette accepted.
Several minutes later, the chaos of the gala became a distant, muffled sound below.
Olivia found herself in the penthouse suite, waiting as she entered the vast two story hotel room with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the sparkling city.
Without a word, Sabrina turned her back and unceremoniously ripped off what was left of her shimmering gold dress, letting the ruined fabric fall to the plush carpet.
Olivia watched, her heart skipping a beat before she did the same. Her torn Vivianne Westwood dress pooling at her feet like peelings from a ripe fruit.
The two women stood bare, in the soft glow of the city lights. Blonde and brunette. Completely naked.
All pretense was gone. There was no fame, no fashion, no boyfriends to impress. There was nowhere left to hide. It was just the two of them, stripped bare.
Olivia shook her head, letting her dark brunette locks fall loose around her shoulders.
Across the room, Sabrina mirrored the action, her cascade of blonde hair shimmering like a halo under the recessed lighting.
It was, then, that a flash of lightning permeated through the windows before a low rumble vibrated through the floor of the penthouse. Soon after, another flash of distant lightning illuminated the room, casting shadows of their naked forms behind brightening them both in full view.
Then, they began to encircle one another, slow and deliberate like cats poised for combat. Their eyes, locked in a heated gaze, did the talking for them.
It was Sabrina who broke the standoff. A blur of pale motion, she lunged forth. The sharp crack of a slap echoed in the quiet room, snapping Olivia’s head to the side. A red hand mark instantly began to bloom on her cheek.
But Olivia didn't flinch back. She roared and retaliated. Her own slap was harder, a full-bodied strike that sent a jolt up her elbow. And as Sabrina stumbled, Olivia followed, her fingernails raking across the blonde’s shoulders.
Sabrina hissed, spinning around, as she pushed her body into Olivia’s frame.
Then, they both crashed together. It was a clumsy, desperate whirlwind of limbs. Their jiggling breasts pressed together with a dull, fleshy thud. For the next several seconds, they were just two vulnerable bodies locked in a brutal embrace.
Each woman could feel the other, by the heat of their breaths. They spoke nothing but understood, as they continued to roll around. In truth, the unexpected intimacy of the clash startled both of them.
Then the physicality of the fight resumed.
Sabrina, using her lower center of gravity, attempted to trip Olivia by hooking a leg around hers. Olivia, using her full height, pressed down in an attempt to overpower her. But Sabrina’s hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of dark hair and yanking to prevent her opponent from gaining leverage.
Olivia cried out, her own hands flying to Sabrina’s chest, clawing and scratching at her tits.
The playful smirk on Sabrina’s face vanished. In truth, this was harder than she’d expected. Olivia wasn’t just a fragile, emotional rival anymore. She had a raw strength to her that matched Sabrina’s own cunning.
As they broke apart, panting, Sabrina saw an opening and took it.
The blonde drove a knee upward, aiming for Olivia's thigh but missing her and hitting the ribs instead.
Olivia gasped, doubling over in a mixture of pain and fury.
“Ughhh!”
As the brunette cried out, Sabrina pulled Olivia to the floor and pinned her by the wrists before wrapping her legs around the taller woman. Then, she rained a few playful smacks to her opponent’s breasts and belly while tugging at her hair with her other hand.
The brunette attempted to scream out but to no avail as her voice was drowned in Sabrina’s pussy.
Smiling down at her handiwork, the blonde began to gyrate her hips and moan out aloud, taking advantage of the situation. After bouncing up and down, slamming Olivia’s head against the floor, she leaned her body in an arched motion before pushing herself off Olivia’s face.
With Olivia panting for breath, Sabrina lowered her face so that they were face to face. The brunette was shocked as Sabrina playfully petted her and wiggled her butt back and forth, licking her body like some wild animal playing with her prey.
“You know, Olivia. After I break you in, I'll show you why all those boyfriends of yours preferred me over you instead,” Sabrina purred, “I’ll drive you wild! I’ll make your pussy wet.”
The brunette was caught off guard, uncertain of how to take the threat. But the comment of Sabrina taking her boyfriends spurred something within her. It caused Olivia to shriek madly as her fingernails went upwards towards the blonde’s hair and pulled intensely, dragging Sabrina’s head.
With a shoving kick to the ribs, Olivia was able to push and pull a yelping Sabrina off of her.
As she picked herself up, Sabrina wanted to say something catty, to further taunt her rival. But a flicker of something new crossed Sabrina’s eyes as she watched Olivia straighten up. Though she smiled at the sight, there was a hint of grudging respect on her face. Olivia wasn’t as weak as she had once thought and could actually take a hit. And even more, she could dish it back.
Olivia charged again. Instead of a slap, she shoved with her open palms, sending Sabrina tumbling backward onto the plush carpet. Before Sabrina could recover, Olivia was on her, straddling her hips, her hands pinning the blonde's wrists to the floor.
Panting, Olivia stared down at the blonde beneath her. For a fleeting moment, she was in complete control.
And yet, all Olivia could see was the storm in Sabrina’s eyes. Even as she pinned the smaller woman down, she felt a surge of panic as Sabrina’s legs suddenly wrapped around her waist with a surprisingly strong grip that neutralized Olivia’s size advantage. In a swift motion, the brunette was immediately yanked downwards. And with her arms free, Sabrina’s hands shot out….not for a slap but rather, for Olivia's throat.
GASP!
The blonde’s fingers wrapped around Olivia’s neck. The pressure wasn’t immense, but it was immediate. Olivia’s breath hitched. In truth, it was a singer’s worst nightmare but even more terrifying was the feisty blonde’s desperation to overthrow her rival.
Olivia’s own hands flew forward, clawing at Sabrina's forearm and leaving angry red trails on the blonde's skin. When that didn’t work, Olivia immediately attempted to choke Sabrina, as well.
The two rivals stared at one another, the gasps and pants in their breaths muffled as they squeezed with all their might.
However, Olivia grit her teeth and bucked her hips upwards in a powerful thrust born of pure instinct.
The move worked. Their hips and thighs, slick with sweat, caused the two women to lose their positioning.
This momentary pause was all Sabrina needed. With a surge of adrenaline, Sabrina shoved Olivia off, sending her stumbling backwards.
Both women scrambled to their feet, chests heaving. The taunts were gone. The game was over. This was the real deal.
Outside, the storm had arrived in full force. The rain began to slam against the windows and the roof.
Seizing the moment of Olivia’s distraction, Sabrina charged. Driving her shoulder directly into Olivia’s midsection, Sabrina slammed her opponent up against the cold glass of the balcony door.
“Ugh! You. Bitch,” Olivia gasped, the wind knocked out of her as her bare skin reacted to the cold glass. No doubt, if anyone had stared out or upwards, they would bear witness to Olivia Rodrigo’s ass pressed flat against the window pane of the balcony door.
The two women grappled against the door.
As Sabrina pushed, trying and failing to pin her taller rival, her hand fumbled for a grip. Unintentionally, the blonde’s palm slammed against the door’s release latch.
CLICK.
A torrent of heavy rain suddenly burst over them as Sabrina accidentally shoved Olivia onto the wide open balcony. Their screams were rendered inaudible amidst the stomping rain and thunder claps.
For a second, they lay stunned on the wet stone, drenched. Then, as if spurred by the storm itself, the two women were back at each other.
Sabrina’s fingers dug into Olivia’s wet hair, yanking her head back.
Olivia screamed, not just in pain but also in raw anger. Her own hands tracing Sabrina's breasts, she latched onto the bosomy form. Grabbing and twisting with cruel desperation as she probed flesh in an attempt to gain any advantage she could.
“Fuck! Owww!” Sabrina cried out. A sharp pain entered her chest, searing through her nipples as Olivia’s fingers found her sensitive spot.
The blonde retaliated by clawing her rival’s body. Sabrina’s nails began leaving deep, stinging scratches across Olivia's stomach and chest.
“Let go of me!” Olivia pleaded. But the brunette’s plea was lost amidst the thudding rain. All she could do was hold on for dear life.
Sabrina, wincing from the claws latching on her breast, retaliated by pulling her rival's hair and biting her teeth into the soft flesh of Olivia's shoulders and breasts.
“I got you,” Sabrina stated.
"Agh, fuck!" Olivia cried out, horrified. The pain was so sharp that it jolted her out of her defensive posture and into pure offense. The brunette let go of Sabrina’s chest and her fingers flew towards the blonde’s thighs, even between the thighs.
Sabrina Carpenter howled as her groin was explored and exploited by Olivia’s fingers. And yet, this act of desperation on Olivia’s part broke their deadlock.
The two women scrambled apart on the balcony, their bodies shivering and bruised. The storm continued to rage around them, as they panted for breath, staring at one another in their naked forms.
In truth, they were both too exhausted to get to their feet. The fight devolved into something feral. On all fours, they circled each other like wounded wildcats with their chests heaving and rain plastering hair to their faces. Snarls and sneers replaced words.
Sabrina lunged first, crawling quickly and swiping a hand until her nails caught Olivia’s thigh.
Olivia retaliated, scuttling forward and grabbing a handful of wet hair, yanking Sabrina’s head down and rolling with her until the blonde was slammed up against the balcony rails.
Perhaps it was fear or some other primal instinct but as Olivia approached on all fours, Sabrina kicked the brunette in the stomach and scrambled back towards the open penthouse door.
She couldn't win out here. She was freezing, battered, her hair was a mess, and every muscle ached.
But Olivia wasn't going to let her escape so easily.
As Sabrina crawled over the threshold, leaving a trail of water on the polished marble floor, Olivia latched onto her ankle and pulled.
The result was immediate.
Because Sabrina’s body had no traction on the slick floor, Olivia’s desperate pull sent them both sliding into the living area. The blonde cried out as her head brushed the leg of the coffee table. Still clinging to her leg, the brunette fell forth and slid in right next to her rival.
They were a tangled mess. As both tried to regain the upper hand, they rolled around in a chaotic pinwheel of flesh and hair.
CRASH!
Their tangled bodies slammed into the book shelf, causing the nearby vases to fall over with a crash. The shattering of an expensive crystal vase was followed with the clanging noise of a metallic jar falling to the floor as exotic flowers spilled across the floor.
SLAM!
As they wrestled amidst the nearby mirror, their legs kicked up and cracked the glass on the mirror with their heels. Both women grunted and panted as they pushed against the floor, their legs moving them in motion, as if swimming on dry land, while their hands tore into their rival.
CLINK!
Then, they collided with a minimalist floor lamp, which crashed down beside them, illuminating their naked form and projecting the sexy silhouettes against the wall. As she sought to leverage control over Olivia’s hair, Sabrina shoved the lamp aside with her forearm, causing the dimmed light to flicker out as the lamp's cord came unloose.
Even in the darkness of the night, they were still trying to hit each other with weak slaps and clawing motions of their fingers while their teeth found flesh. Their breaths came in ragged, burning gasps as rainwater and sweat sheened over their bodies.
A low, guttural snarl escaped Olivia’s throat. She began to crawl, circling Sabrina like a predator sizing up wounded prey.
Sabrina met her gaze, her blue eyes narrowed to slits. She attempted to pull herself up but felt a cramp seize her leg.
The cramp was all Olivia needed.
Seeing Sabrina falter, a fresh surge of adrenaline cut through Olivia’s exhaustion. With a guttural roar that was more animal than human, she launched herself across the floor. She slammed into Sabrina with her wounded shoulder, causing Olivia to wince from the pain. At the same time, her momentum carried them both across the slippery floor until Sabrina slammed into the sofa.
Olivia was on top, straddling Sabrina’s hips in a mirror of their earlier position in the bathroom. This time, there was no hesitation. Sabrina’s hands came up to claw at Olivia’s face but Olivia was ready. She captured both of Sabrina's wrists, using her weight to pin them to the floor above the blonde's head. Sabrina thrashed beneath her, her legs kicking uselessly, but she was trapped.
“You bitch!" Sabrina hissed, her voice a raw, broken whisper.
But Olivia wasn't listening. All the frustration, the humiliation, the betrayal. It was all funneled into this one final act. Leaning in, she began to slap Sabrina across the face.
SLAP!
The first was a sharp, cracking sound. Sabrina’s head snapped to the side.
SLAP!
The second brought it back. A pained grunt escaped Sabrina’s lips.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
A rapid, punishing volley followed. They weren't wild, angry swings anymore. Each one was deliberate and with each impact, the fight drained from Sabrina's body. Her struggles weakened, her legs stilled, and her hands went limp in Olivia’s grasp.
Finally, Olivia stopped. Her arm was heavy. Her palm stinging bright red. Her entire body was racked with exhaustion. But she simply stared down at the woman beneath her.
Perhaps the sight before her could be described as art.
Sabrina’s face was a mess of red welts and stray strands of wet blonde hair. Her blue eyes were unfocused, glassy, staring up at the ceiling with a dazed expression. Her body was glistened with droplets of rain and the city lights. Trickles of tears poured from eyelids.
She had been dethroned and defeated.
Olivia let go of her wrists and pushed herself up, still straddling the defeated blonde. She was panting, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
"Who's the cheap knock-off now, huh?" Olivia stated, her voice hoarse and cracking. "Who's the predictable one? You thought you could take everything from me? You thought you could just walk all over me?"
She leaned down, her face inches from Sabrina’s, wanting to see some flicker of fear and defeat.
But Sabrina just lay there, her body utterly still. Her eyelids fluttered weakly, struggling to stay open. Then, with a shuddering sigh, they drifted shut. She wasn't knocked out cold. Rather, it was something more profound. The blonde was completely and utterly spent. The last ounce of her fight, her feisty will, her wild energy? It was all gone.
Olivia watched her for a long moment, the silence of the room broken only by their ragged breathing and the distant rumble of the storm. The victorious rage began to ebb away, replaced by a cold and aching exhaustion.
Slowly and painfully, Olivia pushed herself off and collapsed onto the floor next to Sabrina. She lay on her side, staring at the still form of her rival - the naked, battered bitch lying unconscious beside her.
"Damn you, Sabrina," Olivia whispered into the quiet, her voice raw with a strange mix of hatred and something else she couldn't quite name. Was it respect? Was it unstated desire? Was it courtesy? She didn’t know. "Damn you. You're one tough bitch."
A strange calm settled over Olivia as she lay on the floor. The adrenaline was gone, leaving an aching relief over her body. She stared at Sabrina's still form, as if she were a trophy of their war.
The brunette’s eyes scanned the wreckage of the room and landed on her purse, which had been tossed aside near the entryway. Her phone lay beside it, the screen blowing up with messages. A slow, predatory smile spread across Olivia’s lips.
Crawling on her hands and knees before picking herself up, Olivia retrieved the device. Then, she positioned herself over Sabrina, kneeling between her legs.
Olivia angled the phone, making sure the harsh, clinical light of the flash would illuminate every detail of Sabrina's defeat.
Click.
The flash was blinding in the dimly lit room.
Click. Click.
Olivia took several shots from different angles. One close-up on Sabrina's dazed, unconscious face with hair tangled around her face. Another wider shot, showing her full naked body amidst the debris of the fight. One more with claw marks adorned all over the battered boobs of her rival.
This was more than victory. This was evidence. This would be her masterpiece, plastered across every social media feed by morning.
Lowering the phone, Olivia looked down at the blonde. A final, possessive impulse seized her.
Olivia’s free hand moved, not to strike, but to claim. Her fingers treaded closely over Sabrina's groin, a gesture of the ultimate possession and violation. The brunette brought her lips close to Sabrina's ear, her voice a low, purring whisper.
"You belong to me now, bitch," she purred, as she tightly squeezed the blonde’s groin before releasing it.
To punctuate the declaration, she drew back her hand and delivered one last slap to Sabrina’s cheek. The blonde’s body flinched, a low moan escaping her lips as her head lolled to the side. But her eyes remained shut.
Satisfied, Olivia finally rose to her feet. She looked down at her own ruined Vivienne Westwood dress, a tattered mess of blue silk on the floor. An ordinary person would have tried to cover themselves with a towel or a robe. But Olivia Rodrigo was not ordinary.
With a newfound clarity, she picked up the shredded garment. Instead of seeing ruin, she saw potential. With deliberate tears, she tore the fabric further, transforming the gown. A jagged tear down the side became a daring high slit. The shredded bodice was twisted and knotted into a new, avant-garde appearance akin to a halter top.
She caught her reflection in the cracked mirror nearby. Her hair was a wild mess but she looked like a beautiful disaster. As if she had survived a hurricane. And in a way, she had. Hurricane Sabrina.
A triumphant smirk played on her lips. Good fight and good night, Sabrina.
With a backward glance over her shoulder at the naked woman on the floor, Olivia Rodrigo walked out of the penthouse suite, closing the door softly behind her. She strode toward the elevator with her head held high, ready to return to the night’s events.
