7 Day poll. Zero rules. Votes will be revealed in the end. Cheer on your favorite. Good luck ladies & be active in your posting, & have funMarie is perched at the bar beside her boyfriend, all effortless confidence and quiet fire........until she notices the woman across from them. Debra is stunning in a way that feels deliberate, like a challenge dressed up as a smile. She laughs a little too brightly at his comments. She holds his gaze a little too long. And when Marie looks over, Debra doesn’t blink first. She just watches......cool, flirtatious, and perfectly aware of what she’s doing.
The air between them tightens with every sip, every glance, every unspoken dare. Marie keeps her composure, but her patience thins to a razor’s edge. When she slips past on her way to the ladies’ room, her hip “accidentally” nudges Debra’s stool .......... just enough to send the message. Debra turns her head slowly, lips curving as if she’s been waiting for that touch. Their eyes lock. The warning is clear. The invitation is clearer.
Back at the bar, Debra keeps going, ignoring every hint Marie throws like a blade. And finally, Marie decides she’s done playing polite.
She walks straight up to Debra and leans in close, voice low and lethal. “Turn your focus somewhere else,” she murmurs, “or there will be trouble.”
Debra takes her time. One last sip. A slow set of the glass. Then she rises, smooth, unhurried, sure of herself, until they’re nose to nose. Their chests meet, pressure building, breath mixing, neither willing to give an inch. Debra dips her mouth near Marie’s ear, smiling like sin. “I thought you were never going to ask,” she whispers.
Marie answers with speed and a stinging slap.
The slap cracks through the bar like a gunshot, sharp enough to freeze the room. Debra’s head snaps to the side—and a heartbeat later, she returns it, just as fast, her own palm blooming heat across Marie’s cheek. Two perfect impacts. Two flushed faces. Two women lit up with adrenaline and pure, hungry defiance. Hair is grabbed- just as fast the women are pulled apart. Ordered to sit down. Told to cool off.
But women like Marie and Debra don’t cool off. They boil.
Marie rises first. Quiet. Controlled. Burning. She heads for the back door, and before she disappears, she looks over her shoulder. Debra is already watching, eyes bright, posture relaxed, the promise written all over her mouth. No words are needed. They both know exactly what comes next.
Minutes later, Debra follows.
Outside, away from the lights and outside intervention, the tension finally has room to breathe.......and to break. Their pulses hammer. Their skin still tingles in anticipation. And beneath the anger, something hotter coils and tightens: the craving to prove it, to take it, to win.
No referees. No mercy. No limits.
Debra: 5'8", 138 lbs.
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=91255Marie: 5'9", 145 lbs.
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