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CHAPTER 4:
SWEET CHRISTMAS?
Sunday, December 25
Melissa Carter’s Apartment
Alston Street, 13:02
When Melissa awoke, she moaned in pain; all her naked body was exhausted, hurt… and even had some stiffness. Her head throbbed slightly dizzy after countless hours of sleep.
‘This is how it feels after a fight,’ she mused, rising slowly as she thought about the lies of the movies, where heroes and heroines always endured all kinds of punishment as if nothing. At that moment, she felt every stroke, every bruise, every wound; of course, she didn’t feel like a movie’s heroine.
Reaching the bathroom with unsteady steps, Melissa gripped the sink with both hands, looking at hers reflection in the mirror. Numerous red marks marked her figure, especially her torso, wherever Natasha had grabbed in their ground fight; although she couldn’t see her back, she could also feel the scratches that her rival had left behind her. Her face showed some redness and even a very slight swelling from the beating that the blonde had discharged on her. Her belly still showed traces of blows.
But all that was secondary to the visible traces of fingernails in her incredible tits. As an echo of the past, she could still feel the excruciating pain that Natasha’s hands had been administered her in a totally unexpected act of cruelty.
“Fucking slut,” she mumbled, with a dry mouth. “Fucking cheating slut,” she insisted, despite knowing that in a fight with no rules, everything worth.
‘You’re stupid, Melissa. You should have seen it coming, you should have done it first’, she said, knowing that her almost honorable conception of a struggle had cost her the victory. ‘A fight between women is never decent. The warriors of the films can be worthy knights in shining armor with a flawless nobility, but women are creatures of the night, panthers waiting their chance to pounce on prey and tear it tooth and nail.’
Looking her affected beauty by the marks of the fight, Melissa groaned as she realized that Natasha was the first to understand the true nature of female rivalry. Her treacherous attack had settled a close fight, and now it was the brunette who had to lament a bitter defeat.
“This won’t happen again,” she spoke to her reflection. “We’ll meet again, and this time both of us will liberate our inner animal.”
But as she talked with herself, as she remembered last night’s events, something more than frustration and anger was growing inside her. Something that was beyond, way beyond, of pain and exhaustion. Something about what had happened just before Natasha’s feline outburst... when both had brought her breasts together…
At that moment, recalling the moment, Melissa’s naked nipples hardened... just like last night. Forgetting the fatigue, momentarily overcoming the discomfort of her body, the brunette felt like every heartbeat matched each beat of her crotch. ‘Again?’ she hesitated, knowing that it wasn’t the first time that the sexual thrill appeared at the wrong time. ‘Last night, without going any further,’ she admitted, rubbing a nipple with her fingertips. Her tits quivered, and she couldn’t help but gasp in pleasure.
“I hate you, Natasha,” she clamored loudly, glaring at her reflection in the mirror with hate. Her beautiful legs trembled, while the rest of her body was beginning to boil under a dirty fire. “I hate you with all my heart, Natasha’, she concluded; her fingers desperately seeking the depths of her womanhood...
***
Peter Arsmtrong’s Apartment
Andrew Street, 13:26
When Natasha opened her eyes, took a few seconds to realize where she was. In her arms, Peter, the sexiest bartender of Darkness, slept. Turning her aching head, the blonde observed the bedroom, decorated with large movie posters from the 50s; of course, she wasn’t in her apartment.
Carefully, Natasha got up from the bed; her formidable body, full of bumps and scratches, stood naked, as a last reminder of what had happened. ‘We fucked like rabbits, over and over again, all night... and it has been great.’
With a dry throat, the dancer moved her bare feet to the kitchen looking for water. However, each step made her moan softly, with her muscles completely burned after a night of violence and sex. With the latest mists disappearing from her mind, Natasha opened the fridge while she remembered what had happened after her long-awaited victory over Melissa.
“I needed Peter,” she whispered, before swallowing water with such force that she ended coughing. Last night, incredibly, she wept, and much, after the fight; she wept for joy, but mostly for fear. The sadistic final of the fight had marked her, flooding her with an anxiety that left her barely breathing. She could hardly believe what she had done, as if the old Natasha, sweet and peaceful, yet had any power over her.
With the daylight coming through the kitchen window, the blonde raised her hands before her. He recalled the feelings that traveled her fingers hours earlier, when she had sunk them fiercely on Melissa’s warm, firm, juicy tits. Now she could recognize without hesitation that she hated the seductive breasts of the brunette, but that couldn’t justify her cruel action. ‘No, it wasn’t just envy...’ she knew, bringing her hands to her own boobs. Gently, she pinched her nipples, hardening them even more than they already were. ‘It was because that bitch stabbed me over and over again.’
“Natasha?”
Sleepy Peter’s voice reached her ears: the lover of the night began to stretch, and he already missed her. ‘I have to go home, before he sees the marks and starts to ask uncomfortable questions.’ Last night, darkness and passion had hidden her secret, but at full daylight…
Peter had played her role in the history of Natasha, calming her fears with a long session of intense sex. But now it was time to go home.
She had much to think about...
***
Melissa Carter’s Apartment
Alston Street, 20:25
The lipstick toured the fleshy mouth delicately, sensually, staining Melissa’s virtues with a layer of passion red. That was the last detail: straight in front the mirror, the owner of Madame watched her exquisitely made-up face.
‘Perfect,’ she thought, but she wanted to say: ‘unmarked’. With layers of powders and creams, Melissa had managed to hide Natasha blows; fortunately, the swelling was gone too. Below, her body was covered by a tight blue outfit that didn’t show anything: that was the only way to hide the rest of the marks of the struggle.
Then, the doorbell rang. Moving as fast as his muscles still slightly tired allowed her, the brunette crossed the room, dominated by a small table ready for a romantic dinner with chicken, rice and scented candles, and opened the door to her guest. Nathan Parker, the young man who tried to pick her up at the gym for two weeks, smiled.
“I didn’t expect your call,” he said directly, offering her a bouquet of flowers. “Oh, you’re beautiful tonight...”
At that point, the animal took control of Melissa, decided to skip all the preliminaries: he would be her dinner. With a jerk, she pushed him into the apartment; before Nathan knew what was going, he was on the floor with a wildcat mounting it. Her kisses drowned him, as the girl’s pelvis erotically rubbed against his crotch. Soon she felt Melissa grabbed his chest with both hands, squeezing painfully.
“Take this, Natasha.”
The distorted whisper reached the ears of the man, while the brunette dug her nails into his torso. How had she called him? ‘She said Nathan… I think.’
What followed was a long night of passion, with the young man barely able to keep the fiery pace of the beauty. Always in the dark, they both fucked in the living room, in the bedroom and in the bathroom, until at dawn Nathan left the apartment, limping.
Alone, and finally controlled the fire that had been harassing her all day, Melissa fell into a deep sleep, where she recalled her fight with Natasha over and over again... with a very different ending for dancer’s tits…
CHAPTER 5:
A NOTORIOUS END OF YEAR
Saturday, December 31
Darkness Disco
Deepdale Street, 22:48
Redemption. The word echoed in Melissa’s head as she crossed the doors of the disco. She entered in the lair of her enemy, in the lioness’ den, to finish what she was unable to finish days earlier.
Many things had happened in the last week. Locked up at home, she had licked her wounds, recovering her physical and mental shape as she visualized the next meeting with Natasha. The “when” found answer right away because the brunette was sure that the Darkness’ go-go dancer wouldn’t miss the most important event of the disco: the New Year party. However, as she walked into the crowded central hall, Melissa began to wonder about the “how.”
The music immediately hit her ears heavily, with the bass made her whole body shake. The smell of hundreds of perfumes and sweat filled her nostrils, and her pupils dilated, taking a few seconds to get used to the flashes of light. Then, she saw her…
Beyond the entire crowd, above all of them, as a painful metaphor, Natasha stood, locked in a cell with silver bars, hung almost 30 feet off the ground. To her left, two more go-go girls danced in separate cages, but the attention of the brunette —and of the entire— was focused exclusively on the blonde bombshell.
Unable to stop her steps, Melissa moved around the room, looking at the highly heated movements of the dancer. Jealous bile drowned her palate, with each Natasha’s curve snaking before her with the confidence of who knows that she is the alpha female of the place.
During one fateful moment, the saleswoman believed it, remembering how it had ended the fight between both. But immediately she became convinced that there was nothing in the body of the blonde who beat their own virtues, so she used the angry rush to charge her adrenaline. The longing to fight suddenly lit her mind up with a crazy idea… that seemed perfect.
***
Few things excited more the blonde who dance before her audience: suspended in the cage, the music always took hold of her, merging with the rhythm of each song as if it were part of her being. But that night the feelings were even more powerful, because it was the first time that Natasha danced in Darkness since her encounter with Melissa. After several days of recovery, the blonde had awakened that morning with a new enthusiasm, a revival of her passion for her work. After spending all week stuck at home, thinking in her nemesis and sickly recalling the fight, Natasha had called her boss to return to the club in the most exciting night of the year. She was the star of the place, and she wasn’t going to miss such an important date.
The energy flowed from the eyes of the starving, from the envious, flooding her body with a rejuvenating sap. Just covered with a golden shorts and a green bra, Natasha swaggered in the cage, with the sweat bursting away from her figure with every move when, suddenly, she felt something changing in the environment. A murmur of approval rose from the audience; the energy that she had stolen fragmented. Before she could react, she saw a fourth cage began to rise, right next to hers, at right.
Her heart doesn’t know whether to stop or accelerate when she recognized who would be the fourth go-go girl of the night. Between the light beams, the long dark hair fluttered in the air when the newcomer, staring at her, dropped her jacket: a howl echoed through the disco, with the amazing body of her archenemy exhibiting to everyone. The audience seemed exalted like a huge wild animal, eager for new blood. The betrayal wounded Natasha, who stopped her dancing to see how the unexpected Melissa finally reached its height.
Separated by a gap of about twelve feet, the rivals fixed their green eyes in the other, proudly erect before the crowd. The beautiful blonde irises analyzed brunette’s body, trembling with barely suppressed anger: the curves of Melissa seemed more impressive than ever, thanks to her short red bra and her jean shorts, as too short as hers. Boots with heels raised both at the same height, equating them above the crowds of fans that, anxious, expecting that the dance began.
When it did, the dance almost collapsed Darkness: the two stunning leggy females began to move with the heavy but sensual rhythm of the music, raising their arms above their heads and shaking their bulging butts like the same dance was a new kind of fight.
Certainly, it was a fight for Natasha. She felt sincerely threatened in her territory by a brunette who seemed able to match her in appearance and ability. For days she had felt superior to Melissa, having beaten in her own shop; however, now the confidence that the brunette transpired filled her agitated brain with doubts. The image of her opponent, defeated and sobbing on the floor of Madame, disappeared to give way to this sexual creature that from her cage competed for the attention of her audience on equal terms.
The unhealthy pride that Natasha had found in herself after meeting Melissa wrapped her entire being at that moment, pushing her to take every ounce of will for this new competition. Grabbing one of the silver bars, the blonde female faced Melissa through the air that separated them, presenting her amazing curvy profile to the public. On the other side, the brunette confronted her in the same way, accepting the game. The dancing intensified, and the eyes of both beauties spoke of resentment, of hatred… but also of sensuality understood as battle force. The graceful figures moved like never before in their lives, with pelvis rubbing against the bars while they shaking their heavy breasts just feet from the nemesis.
Precisely at that moment, blonde tits awoke in Melissa the animal feeling of ripping them with her nails. For days, she had been obsessed with returning the favor to Natasha, destroying her cocky boobs with her bare hands. Now that she saw them jumping under the tiny green bra that her rival had bought at her store just a few weeks earlier, her hunger for revenge grew quickly and ominously.
With the jealous attention of both placed over the other tits, Melissa focused on humiliating Natasha shaking her firm curves in front of her, in an exhibition that the roar of the audience showed that didn’t go unnoticed. Opposite her, the blonde responded by shaking her own bust, making it jump like only an experienced dancer could do. The audience broke out, but amazingly the two amazons were isolated from it, feeling alone at the top of Darkness: there were only two cages, and themselves. The outside world, unreal and distant, had no importance.
Sick of a rookie as Melissa was putting her in trouble, Natasha turned her back, wanting to show her how real women shaking ass. Looking back over her shoulder, the blonde watched the reaction of the saleswoman when she shook her hard buttocks to her. After a hateful look, the other young girl also turned, opening her legs and making vibrate her flashy butts like an expert dancer. Natasha couldn’t help growling, barely consoling herself with the envy that shone in Melissa’s eyes when she looked her over her shoulder.
Under that show, the owner of Darkness was watching the competitive dance between her best girl and the newcomer, knowing that he had a gold mine in his hands. When the stunning brunette had approached him, asking about work as go-go dancer, she had appreciated her suggestive presence. But after years in the business of the night, he knew that a nice looking wouldn’t convert a girl in a good dancer. But the momentum of her, her undeniable desire to get on the free cage here and now to prove herself made him distinguish the passionate fire of the brunette. That caught their attention. Now, with the audience shouting ecstatically around, he knew that he had made the right decision. He had a new go-go dancer…
The truth was that Melissa hadn’t really been interested in the job. Her role before him had been no more than an excuse to face her nemesis in public, in her own territory. However, after more than ten minutes of tense duel with Natasha, the brunette began to think seriously about accepting the job: the chance to humiliate the arrogant blonde every night, over and over again, until forcing her to leave Darkness sounded exciting in her heated head. ‘She has destroyed my store. Now, I will break in pieces her career’, she mentally groaned, wrapping her right leg around a bar in a gesture that mixed obscenity and eroticism. Fully determined to teach Natasha one or two things about sensuality, she moved her hips up and down, rubbing her crotch lasciviously against long silver bar. The heat that pounded on her sex mixed with the cold from the metal, blowing up several shivers down her spine. The feelings awakened for one second the former Melissa, who wondered what the hell she was doing at that disco, practically fucking the cage that raised her above hundreds of thirsty eyes. However, the mere presence of Natasha was enough to return the most pusillanimous brunette to the oblivion in the back of her mind, letting the new, savage Melissa faced her antagonist with all available weapons.
The first ten minutes quickly became fifteen, then twenty. The two beauties danced in perfect synchronization with each other and the music, dancing rapidly with the dizzying rhythms and shook their curves with more elegantly when the song playing was slower. But at all times, regardless of the cadence, their breasts and butts shake with a destructive lust charged with sweat, while their hips seemed almost disengaged from their feline body with every movement.
And then Natasha had enough. With an angry gesture, she said that she wanted to go down. Her body burned by the conflicting emotions that ran through it up and down. She wanted to sink her hands into the proud raven hair of Melissa; she wanted to continue their competitive dance, hand to hand, on the dance floor, surrounded by her public; she wanted to grab Peter and take him to the alley behind Darkness, to fuck him until dawn...
Their cage began to descend, and Melissa cage followed. The head of the blonde wandered, unable to decide what she would do once she reached the ground. ‘Destroys her in front of everyone!’ the cruel voice of the new Natasha said. ‘Humiliates her in the dance floor!’ a second Natasha cried. ‘Sex, sex, sex!’ a third one yelled. ‘The Angry, the Sadistic and the Kinky,’ she baptized them, giving name to the three faces of her rising and complex personality.
Already on the floor, her boss in person opened the cage; her smiling mouth opened, but the words never came.
“I don’t want to be disturbed,” she said with abruptness, pushing him aside to move toward her dressing room, but not before taking a quick look back. As she expected, Melissa followed her like a predator on the prowl. On her way, Natasha had to push some more men that encouraged by the show wanted to try luck with the beautiful blonde.
The blonde reached the corridor that led to the dancer’s dressing rooms.
“Let the brunette go to my dressing room. She’s a friend,” she growled as she passed the muscular guard who was watching the hallway. “I don’t want anyone bothering us,” she insisted. Seconds later, she rudely opened the door of her dressing room, leaving it open to her rival...
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