Like Mother like daughter

[Kidman]

Stole this story from FCF, I claim no ownership

Like Mother, Like Daughter
Short Story by J. Coleman

Part 1:

CHAPTER ONE

Being the first day of her senior year in high school, it was an auspicious day for young Brittany Reynolds. Fastidiously grooming and preening herself in the bathroom mirror for over half an hour, the eighteen year old checked and re-checked her appearance with meticulous precision, not wanting even a single hair out of place.
The first person she was to see on that morning was her longtime boyfriend, Justin, a young man with whom she'd been smitten since their freshman year. Lifting her top to expose her firm, full, well-rounded breasts, Brittany gave her thick nipples a light twist and pull so they would be clearly visible through the thin tank top. The young auburn haired beauty then applied her ruby red lipstick as she wondered if Justin had yet made a decision about which university he'd be attending after graduation.
A gifted athlete, Justin had numerous scholarship offers already and his senior year in high school was simple a formality. After having taken his high school's football team to the state championship the previous year and would probably do the same again this year, Justin had college recruiters and coaches literally beating down his door. Being the focal point of so much adoration swelled Justin's already healthy ego and he was purposely stalling on a college selection to prolong his enjoyment of the lavish treatment he was receiving by the eager recruiters.
While not particularly enamored with the idea of their daughter in a serious relationship with a "jock", Gloria and Allen Reynolds had reached a state of acceptance and resignation at the fact that their beloved Brittany was going to follow the young man to whichever college he opted to accept a scholarship to. Since both Allen and Gloria were tenured university professors and faculty administrators, Brittany was born to attend the finest Ivy League institutions. Brittany had the grades and family resume to apply to Harvard, Yale, Princeton, or any school she chose but Justin's aspirations pointed elsewhere to schools with larger more prestigious sports programs. Allen once cringed at the mere thought of his daughter attending a school like Michigan or Ohio State where she would inevitably become a cheerleader waving pom poms for the benefit of some sweaty, muscle-bound gorilla in a football uniform.
Despite Gloria's constant urging to not get serious at their young age, Brittany was already looking for a long-term commitment from Justin and she had marriage on her mind. Gloria's arguments always fell short when Brittany would remind her, with a gleam in her eye and an impish grin, that her mother and father married while undergraduates and look at how their marriage and family turned out. The reminder was always a conversation ender.
Brittany was not as taken with the sedate lifestyle of academia as her parents were and she often fantasized about what life would be like married to Justin, as he became a star in the NFL. Such a life would not only provide financial security, but would have glamour and celebrity as well, and this appealed greatly to Brittany. She couldn't see herself being cooped up in a dark office or attending boring faculty cocktail parties where some professor's bad toupee was the main topic of conversation. She wanted more from life than that; she wanted adventure, danger, excitement and the anticipation of the unknown as she awoke each morning to a new day full of promise.
As Brittany bounded down the stairs of the old Victorian house, she grabbed her car keys from the table in the vestibule and headed for the kitchen to say goodbye to her parents. Moans and familiar sounds emanated from the kitchen as Brittany approached and she rolled her eyes with a sigh as she realized her parents were having each other in the kitchen for breakfast, a not uncommon occurrence of late.
Brittany shook her head as she leaned against the door jam and folded her arms across her ample chest. She hoped she and her future husband would be this sexually active and passionate after so many years of marriage.
Gloria was leaning back against the counter top with her long maroon silk bathrobe lying slightly open, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the counter. Allen grunted as he thrust his manhood into her using deep slow rhythmic strokes that brought moans of contentment from her parted lips. His strong hands stroked her soft flesh with tenderness as if taking care not to mar such perfection.
Gloria's auburn hair hung loose about her shoulders, not yet pinned up for the day as it would normally be. She wrapped a bare leg around Allen to help him thrust even deeper into her, pulling their bodies tightly together. Groaning almost inaudibly, Gloria thrust her head back to expose her alabaster white neck to Allen's exploring tongue. Her robe now fell open even further, exposing her massive "DD" cups breasts with the dark contrasting areola and rigid, erect nipples jutting proudly.
Brittany was in awe of her mother's pendulous breasts and the sight of them always made her glance down at her own substantial, yet inferior breasts. Her "C" cup breasts paled in comparison to her mother's and she could only hope that she filled out more as she aged. In the limited social hierarchy of Brittany's peer group, the larger a girl's breasts were, the more popular she was and at her age, popularity was everything.
As the refrigerator compressor shut off and the kitchen fell totally silent, Brittany could hear the faint rubbing of her father's loins against her mother's massive bush as they desperately sought to consummate their morning act, having already done so only hours before in the privacy of their bedroom that shared a common wall with Brittany's room, making her privy to that act as well through the thin walls.
Shaking her head with a small smile, Brittany turned to leave in silence, wondering if her mother was consciously "marking her territory" with her pungent, musky scent to ward off any predatory females Allen might inadvertently come in contact with. She stopped as Gloria let out a louder grunt and a squeal, which caught her attention.
"Brothel Control, this is Daughter One, come in please . . . over!" Brittany said, holding up her hand as if talking into a radio microphone.
"Hi Steph," Gloria said, brushing the hair out of her face, nonplussed and unashamed at being caught in the act.
"I'm leaving, just wanted to say bye," the bubbly teen said with a smile, enjoying the fact that her father was still very uncomfortable about open sexuality in the house and knowing that being caught in this compromising position was embarrassing him.
"Uh, don't let me interrupt . . ."
"Your father insisted!" Gloria lied with a grin. "You know what a beast he is and besides, if I don't sate him, God only knows who will!"
"I'm sure you'd never let that happen, mother," Brittany said, cocking her hips as she shifted her body weight to one leg.
"Indeed! Your father knows the penalty for straying!" Gloria said, shooting a knowing look at Allen who just nodded obediently. "And the stray cats in our neighborhood know where not to use their claws!"
Brittany just smiled at her mother's remark, remembering once when she was young seeing her mother wearing sunglasses for nearly a week, even indoors. During that week, Brittany had walked in on her mother who was sitting at her makeup table applying much more makeup than would have been necessary in order to cover up some nasty scratches and bruises. When the young girl questioned her mother, Gloria told her that she had been involved in a rather unpleasant disagreement with another woman but she didn't elaborate further, leaving Brittany to ponder the unspoken meaning of what she'd said.
There were other clues that led Brittany to believe her mother aggressively and sometimes physically defended her turf when it came to Allen and other females. There was the attractive faculty wife who used to frequent parties at the Reynolds residence, the British graduate student who did research for Allen, and several other well-built females who were once part of their lives only to dissolve into obscurity with no apparent explanation or rationale given for their absence. These disappearances always seemed to coincide with Gloria wearing sunglasses and extra makeup, which made the bright, intuitive teenage more than a little curious about the true nature of her voluptuous and seemingly catty mother.
As evidence of her mother's darker side continued to grow over the years, Brittany still held her mother in high esteem since the evidence was purely circumstantial at best and she didn't want to visualize her mother in a clothes ripping catfight with some whorish rival over her husband. This naive refusal to see the evidence as fact was crushed when she was fifteen and overheard two boys talking about the "awesome bitch fight" they'd heard about that took place at a nearby bar. Brittany listened closely, her body frozen with shock as she heard her mother's name mentioned as one of the combatants in the now infamous bar room brawl that was on the mouths of virtually every young man on campus.
A year after hearing about the bar fight, Brittany was yet again shocked after her parents returned home from an academic conference and her mother stayed locked in her bedroom for nearly a week, refusing to allow Brittany to see her. When the young concerned teen confronted her father about her mother's condition, Allen would only say that her mother had gotten into a little altercation with another woman but that she was fine and not to worry. When Brittany finally did speak to her mother about the incident, Gloria was evasive and non-forthcoming with any information other than a cryptic statement that hinted at how there were times when a woman had to look out for her interests. The matter was never spoken of again in the Reynolds household.
Finally bidding farewell to her parents, Brittany headed briskly toward her car, only to return several minutes later lamenting the fact that her car wouldn't start. Gloria quickly offered to give a ride as she headed upstairs to throw on a pair of jeans and a loose-fitting top for the quick drive to and from school. Since it was only to be a ten minute trek, she didn't bother to put on a bra or fix her hair.
As mother and daughter buckled into the Lexus for the trip to school, Brittany asked Gloria if she looked okay for her first day of school as a senior. Gloria turned her attention briefly from the road to her daughter.
"No bra?" Gloria asked accusingly, clearly seeing the outline of Brittany's nipples through the much too thin fabric of her skintight top.
"Oh, look who's talking!" Brittany fired back, pointing an index finger at Gloria's heavy breasts that bulged out from both sides of the shoulder harness compressing them.
"I'm just driving you to school and then going directly home," Gloria said quickly. "I'm not about to ogled for the next seven hours by hormone driven teenage boys as you are!"
"Relax mother, they aren't as big as yours anyway so I doubt anyone will notice," Brittany sighed.
"Your breasts are perfect for someone your age," Gloria said to bolster her daughter's self esteem which lacked greatly in this particular area. "Besides, if you had boobs like this bouncing in your face, you'd never make the tennis team this year!"
Both women laughed in the comfort of one another's company but their laughter was cut short as a large black SUV suddenly appeared in their path as it swerved from a side street directly in front of them. Gloria crushed the brake pedal with both feet, her knuckles whitening on the steering wheel as tires squealed and both she and her daughter were propelled forward, their breasts smashed flat against the restraints from the forward momentum of the vehicle.
The SUV had magnetic placards on the doors that read "Adams Real Estate" and the driver, a stylishly dressed blonde in sunglasses, laughed into a cell phone as she lurched into the path of the Reynolds's vehicle, oblivious to the near accident she'd almost caused by her self-absorbed carelessness.
"Bitch!" Gloria hissed, blasting the horn and giving the blonde an ice-cold glare. "Are you alright?" she then quickly asked Brittany who nodded, her fingers trembling at the narrow escape.
Pulling into the driveway of the school in the designated drop-off area for parents, Gloria smiled at Brittany, finally calmed down now from the road rage.
"Do you need me to pick you up after school?" Gloria asked, reaching over and straightening a lock of her daughter's hair that was mussed from the incident.
"No, I'll catch a ride with Justin, thanks," Brittany said, opening the car door.
"Maybe we'll go bra shopping tonight," Gloria said with a grin.
"Mother, please! I have bras!" Brittany said, rolling her eyes as she stopped and looked back at Gloria.
"Yvette's Boutique in the mall has La Perla lingerie on sale," Gloria said, baiting her daughter.
"La Perla?" Brittany asked with interest since that brand of very exclusive and very expensive imported French lingerie was a particular favorite of hers.
"La Perla bras and panties . . . forty percent off," Gloria continued, knowing her daughter's weakness.
"Hmmm . . . okay," Brittany finally nodded. "I'll let you win this one, but it's going to cost you two bras and two pair of panties!"
"Deal!" Gloria beamed. "See you tonight and good luck on your first day!"
"Thanks, see you later."
Gloria watched her daughter disappear into the bowels of the school, quickly getting lost among the throng of students darting in, out, and around the cement beams that supported the overhang where students could be dropped off out of the elements on rainy days. Checking her rear view mirror, Gloria Reynolds eased the large luxury car back out onto the road and headed for home, hopefully in time to catch Allen before he left for campus so she could finish what they'd started in the kitchen.


CHAPTER TWO


As Brittany pushed through the crowd of students, Justin wasn't there to meet her at the entrance as they'd planned the night before. Flipping her Jansen book bag over her right shoulder, she headed for homeroom, wondering where Justin was and why he hadn't met her as planned. After threading her way through the meandering mass of students, Brittany finally saw Justin leaning against a locker just outside their homeroom, heavily engaged in conversation with someone. Dropping her book bag, she tapped him on the shoulder and as he turned, she planted a kiss on him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted one leg off the floor. Pulling away and licking her lips, Brittany finally saw who Justin had been talking to.
The blonde, blue-eyed bombshell glared with untoward animosity at Brittany, her eyes seeming to ask the question, "Who the fuck are you and why are you here?" The blonde was wearing a very short skirt that showed off her dancer's legs; long, lean, perfectly proportioned, and perfect blemish less skin. The expensive low-cut silk top she wore spoke volumes on the virtues of the push-up bra, her "C" cup breasts and ample cleavage on gratuitous display. The girl's regal, aristocratic face was nicely framed by her golden hair, highlighting her high cheekbones, small nose, flawless complexion, full lips, and perfect makeup job. Seeing a predatory vixen like this talking to her boyfriend was any girl's worst nightmare.
The blonde made no effort to hide her disdain for Brittany; her blatant indecorous behavior amplified as she shifted her body weight to one leg and arrogantly cocked her hips to the side, eyeing Brittany as a sexual rival from the outset.
A brief uncomfortable moment of impasse gripped the three students as the two volatile females silently sized each other up with languid head to toe inspections that ended with each cat offering the other a shrug of contempt as if to say "Eh, I've seen better," when in fact, each immediately recognized the other as a formidable opponent should their paths cross in anger.
The blonde harbored an intense dislike for women who rivaled her in sexuality and appearance and Brittany quickly made her list of females to hate. Brittany then made matters worse by thrusting out her breasts just enough to catch the blonde's attention and let her know Justin was off-limits. A thin, almost imperceptible smile curled the corner of the blonde's mouth, affirming that she'd clearly read the signal. Thrusting her own rack forward, she cast the gauntlet of challenge, which was tantamount to slapping Brittany across the face for her impertinence. The two women immediately locked together in a virtual tit fight, their nipples swelling and hardening beneath their tops as they fired ice barbs with their eyes.
Brittany's thoughts at that moment, strangely enough, were of her mother as she understood for the first time how effortlessly one woman could be dragged into a hair pulling fight by a rival female who encroached on her turf. Surmising that the very situation she was now engaged in was similar to all the incidents her mother had with other females, she stiffened up and raised her head proudly and defiantly, cocking her hands on her hips to add an air of belligerence to her pose. Brittany's eyes clearly told the blonde that the road to Justin's pants passed through her and that the road was a very dangerous one to travel.
The lengthy silent standoff between the two tempestuous high school girls was actually only several seconds in duration but vast amounts of information had been gathered, processed, and filed for future reference as they mentally tore off each other's clothing and prepared to engage in an epic carnal catfight. Totally unaware of what was transpiring and that the two girl's were mentally tearing out each other's hair as they writhed about on the floor, Justin finally cleared his throat and introduced the two battling females.
"Steph, this is Holly," Justin said. "She just transferred here. Holly, this is Brittany."
"Hello," Holly said in a sultry voice with a phony smile.
"Hi," Brittany responded tersely, outraged at the fact that Justin just introduced her as Brittany and not my girlfriend Brittany. That misguided faux pas would cost him at least a week of sex, Brittany thought to herself for an instant, but then quickly abandoned the idea as she realized if she withheld sex, he might be forced to get it from the bitch, Holly, thus actually forcing him into her web.
"Holly just moved here, her mother bought a real estate company in town," Justin said, proud that he'd remember that detail when he had been so fixated on the girl's perfect breasts and alluring bedroom smile.
"Well, how lucky for us," Brittany quickly replied as she mentally dragged her claws across Holly's pretty face.
"I'm really going to enjoy it here, I can tell already," Holly said with an overtly threatening tone as she mentally grabbed Brittany by the hair with both hands and slammed her head against a steel locker.
The bell signaling the start of homeroom then broke up the vicious catfight each girl was engaged in as if signaling the fighters to return to their corners between rounds. Brittany grabbed Justin's arm to guide him into class but Holly stepped in their path, plucking an errant crumb from the boy's shirt that had lodged their during a hasty breakfast. Shooting a quick glance toward Brittany, Holly's eyes taunting "I touched him, bitch, what are you going to do about it?" With a smug, satisfied grin on her face, Holly spun on her tall spiked heels and walked away, taking extra care to give both Justin and Brittany a good look at her perfect ass wiggling sensuously beneath the short, skin-tight skirt. War had been declared.


CHAPTER THREE


With the social hierarchy of most high schools resembling a greased pole, one can quickly slide from the top to the bottom even while clinging tightly to the pole. Such was the case with young Brittany Reynolds. Always having been the Queen Bee and the pinnacle of their high school's social stratum, Brittany was taken aback as she found herself playing a secondary role to the socially rising star, Holly Adams. The girls were all buzzing about the new blonde's clothes and hair while the boys, lost in a testosterone induced fugue, longed to get their hands on Holly's much sought after magnificent breasts. Holly's new BMW convertible added an eloquent touch to her pompous, dogmatic arrival at Brittany's high school, an arrival that threatened to rip the very fabric of their intricately woven social structure. It was like a coup in progress and Brittany felt powerless to stop it. Holly was usurping her position, stealing her boyfriend, and bewitching her peers while spinning a seductive silken web of intrigue, lies, and deceptions. Holly was very practiced and ultimately skilled at her game, clearly upstaging Brittany at every turn.
Justin noticed Brittany's discomfort and preoccupation at lunch but despite his best efforts to induce her to confide in him, she remained silent and brooded throughout lunch. She didn't feel up to playing the jealousy game with Justin at that moment. He knew why she was distraught, he had to, and for him to have the audacity to ask her what was wrong was the worst insult of all.
The last three periods of that infamous first day of her senior year were sheer hell for Brittany. She shared no afternoon classes with Justin and none with Holly which meant there was a good chance the two of them had one or more classes together. Brittany gazed out the window of 7th period English, imagining Justin and Holly in class together, the teacher being called away, and the blonde hussy taking advantage of the teacher's absence by beguiling Justin with her tits, ass, and legs . . . whispering lies about Brittany . . . promising to sate his most intimate desires.
To Holly, the day had been a monumental success. She'd not only acculturated into this new microcosm, but had already usurped topped billing and was now in line to snag the most popular boy in school. The fact that she had attained this lofty station so quickly by standing on the fallen corpse of Brittany Reynolds, elated the predatory young vixen. In fact, her plans included the infliction of daily torture on the infuriating, auburn haired bitch who dared to try to intimidate her.
When classes finally dismissed for the day, Brittany's mood lightened slightly, knowing she'd soon be with Justin off-campus and the blonde haired minion of Satan would soon be a distant memory. Making her way into the student parking lot, Brittany spotted Justin standing with Holly who was casually leaning against her shiny convertible with the top already down.
Holly caught sight of Brittany approaching and straightened up, leaning into Justin's hard upper body, pressing her heavy tits into his chest as she smiled and touched an index finger to his lips.
Seeing what was now transpiring, Brittany felt anger and pure rage like she'd never felt before in her life. Her heart sunk to the pit of her stomach, her pulse raced, and she could hear her heart pounding faster and faster. She had never wanted to physically fight anyone this bad, the unbridled fury coursing through her veins like adrenalin. The auburn haired beauty fought to maintain her composure and control as she forced herself to casually approach Justin and Holly who didn't even acknowledge her arrival until she wrapped her arm around Justin to break the spell.
"Hi lover," she smiled. "Ready to go?"
"I, uh . . . yeah . . . sure," he stammered as Holly grabbed his other arm and clung to him. As the two girls exchanged angry glares, Justin suddenly felt like the duck in carnival shooting gallery.
Without verbally acknowledging Holly, Brittany literally pulled Justin from the blonde's clutches and started walking toward his car. Hearing a laugh from Holly, Brittany froze in her tracks.
"Give me a minute," Brittany said quickly to Justin. "I need to have a word with your little bitch friend." With that, she spun around and headed toward Holly as Justin just looked on, wondering if they were actually going to get into a fight.
With her book bag slung over one shoulder, Brittany got to within about two feet of Holly who stood facing her without fear and with a haughty look of supremacy and arrogance on her pretty face which infuriated Brittany all the more.
"You want to share what you find so funny?" Brittany demanded.
"You," Holly cooed with a calculated poise and a slight smirk that burned into the very core of Brittany's being like a phosphorus bullet. "And your petty jealousy."
"Every year there's a new slut in school," Brittany said with a grin of her own. "In time you'll learn the pecking order around here but I suggest you learn fast because I don't have a lot of patience."
"Pecking orders change," Holly said thinly and evenly.
"Know this, bitch," Brittany said now in a threatening tone. "Justin is mine and if you have any cute ideas about trying to steal him, you better forget them right now."
"Maybe Justin is the one with the ideas," Holly said, twisting the knife in the open wound. "He never said you two were together."
"Well I AM telling you, so back off whore!" Brittany said in a louder voice now that caught the attention of a few other students who stopped to see what was going on.
"Fuck you, slut!" Holly hissed as her fists clenched and she moved a step closer to Brittany who threw her book bag down on the ground and took a step forward herself.
A deluge of name-calling and threats began as the two well-built girls pressed their heavy tits together in a toe-to-toe, nose to nose standoff. A crowd of enthusiastic onlookers began to gather around them and the hushed murmurs of a catfight were already spreading like wildfire. Students were running toward the parking lot as they heard the screaming, cursing, and name calling, everyone wanting a front row view if these two incredibly sexy teen goddesses started tearing off each other's clothes and rolling around on the ground. An actual fight between two girls like Holly and Brittany would be an epic legend that would endure for years to come.
As Holly finally kicked off her high heels to prepare for the fight, Justin stepped between them, much to the chagrin of the growing crowd who wanted tits and ass. Justin grabbed up Brittany's book bag and dragged her, kicking and screaming, toward his car.
"Yeah, call your little dog off!" Holly spat, her fists still clenched and her face still red with anger. "BITCH!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"This isn't over, SLUT!" Brittany screamed back over Justin's shoulder as they reached his car and he hurriedly forced her inside. "Worthless fucking cunt," Brittany then muttered as Justin slid into the driver's seat beside her.


CHAPTER FOUR



Holly Adams burst through the heavy oak front door of her family's spacious home, stopping in the foyer as she heard her mother's voice berating someone, probably another of her employees who failed to give the expected hundred and ten percent. Slamming her books down on the table, Holly rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration before heading to the den. Her problems would once again be secondary to her mother's work issues, as was always the case now that she owned her own company.
Walking into the dark paneled, ornately furnished den, Holly saw her mother with the phone wedged between her jaw and shoulder, angrily punching the keys of her laptop computer while verbally dressing down an employee for failing to close an important deal. Holly's father sat solemnly, nursing a brandy and slowly drawing on an illegally imported Cuban Cohiba cigar in a high wing backed chair across the room.
"A Goddamned monkey could have closed that deal you idiot!" Cheryl Adams wailed into the phone, almost dropping it as it slipped from her shoulder. "You call him back and make it work or I'm going to come down there and shove your desk up your ass!"
"Worthless, absolutely worthless!" Cheryl continued to lament, slamming the phone down hard on the heavy oak desk. "Must you smoke that thing in here?" She then said, directing her rage to her husband who was lost someone on a tropical beach, far away from his loud, domineering spouse.
Cheryl Adams was 5'7" tall and was breathtakingly beautiful for 40 years old. She was the perfect picture of consummate sexuality and she used her looks and body whenever necessary to further her goals, professional or personal. Cheryl was a brilliant strategist in business... cunning, ruthless, and calculating. She gave a hundred and ten percent all the time and would tolerate no less from her employees or her family. She was like a runaway train from the moment she rose to the moment she went to bed with little or no respite in between. Meals were always on an "as needed" basis and only when time allowed between meetings.
Cheryl stood up and removed her impeccable blazer, folding it and laying it on a chair. Her thin silk blouse clearly showed the outline of a delicate lace bra that barely supported her massive "DD" cup breasts, telling Holly that her mother's clients today had been mostly male. She would have dressed much more conservatively if meeting with females. Cheryl had always been in awe over her mother's body that didn't seem affected by the passage of time and refused to yield to the burdens of gravity. Graceful, athletic, and very sexually active, Cheryl held her body in high esteem, refusing to lead a sedentary life and deteriorate into a wrinkled, sagging, cynical old woman.
Pacing back and forth behind her desk in tall four-inch high stiletto heeled ankle straps, Cheryl continued to grumble to herself about the blown deal and the inept, incompetent employees the former owner had beseeched her to keep.
"Hello sweetheart," Stephen Adams said with a smile to his daughter, ignoring Cheryl's comment about the cigar.
"Hi daddy, thank you for noticing me," Holly said, her lips in a full pout.
"Holly, honey, I'm sorry," Cheryl finally said as she continued to pace. "How was your first day at school?"
Holly began to tell her mother about her day but Cheryl crooked a finger for Holly to follow her upstairs, prompting her to keep talking as they walked. She had an appointment to show a very high-end piece of real estate to a young affluent couple and needed to change into less provocative, more professional clothing. Holly regaled her mother with the day's events as Cheryl peeled off her clothing and slipped on a very proper high neck business suit consisting of a plain white blouse and a matching gray skirt and coat. Slipping on black pumps with two-inch heels, she continued to listen as she checked her hair and makeup in the vanity mirror.
"So this Justin you mentioned, is he hot?" Cheryl asked with a smile.
"Oh yeah, major hot," Holly beamed.
"So what about this so-called girlfriend of his?" Cheryl continued.
"She's a bitch!" Holly snapped. "Jealous, possessive, evil, and manipulative. She leads him around like a little puppy and she thinks she's all that and queen of the school."
"So take her down a peg or two," Cheryl advised.
"She's got a body on her, it won't be easy to steal Justin away from her," Holly said, her lower lip again extending into a pout.
"There's no way any girl at your school has a better body than you!" Cheryl quickly commented for reassurance. "Remember that!"
"She thinks she does!" Holly replied. "We had words after school today and almost got into it."
"A catfight?" Cheryl asked, surprised.
"Big time, I was ready to rip the bitch's hair out right there in the parking lot!" Holly said proudly.
"Was Justin there when this happened?"
"Yes."
"Guys LOVE to see girls fight, it turns them into sexual animals. You should have kicked the little bitch's ass right in front of him." Cheryl said firmly. "You said Justin is on the football team, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Get on the cheerleading squad to stay close to him. Hell, go for captain, you're good enough!" Cheryl urged.
"Brittany is already in line to be captain of the squad, I heard that today," Holly said.
"That's so perfect it should be illegal," Cheryl laughed. "Take her captain's spot AND her boyfriend. Show the bitch you get what you want and let her know that it's now YOUR school, not hers anymore. You can't wait for things to happen, you have to make things happen... take control... be in charge! You're a Adams, you don't settle for second best!"
"You're absolutely right," Holly said, her confidence reaffirmed.
"Look baby, I gotta run," Cheryl said, glancing at her watch and realizing her appointment was drawing near. "We'll talk more later."
"Okay Mom, thanks," Holly said, knowing it was very unlikely that the conversation would ever be revisited because of her mother's work schedule. The die was cast, however, and Holly now resolved to meet her new rival and defeat her on every field of battle they shared.
Stopping in the doorway of the bedroom, Cheryl turned back to Holly. "Don't allow this slut to stand between you and Justin. Remember, obstacles are what you see when you take your eyes off your goal!"
"Thanks, good luck with your meeting," Holly smiled.
"Success isn't luck, honey, its skill, guile, and cunning," Cheryl smiled a thin knowing smile and then was gone.


CHAPTER FIVE


Arriving home for dinner, Allen heard Brittany on the phone talking to Justin and the conversation seemed a bit heated and tense as he put down his briefcase and asked Gloria what was going on? She shrugged in silence, running her fingers through her hair as she often did when nervous or pondering a problem that didn't offer up a quick solution.
"Why won't you decide?" Brittany said in a louder than usual voice.
"How can you not know?" She said after he responded.
"It's that cock teasing little slut, isn't it?" Brittany hissed now, her anger reverberating throughout the house as Allen and Gloria just looked at one another in confusion.
"You know exactly who I'm talking about, don't play stupid with me!" Brittany said with disgust.
A brief moment of silence fell over the Reynolds household as Brittany listened to Justin on the other end of the phone line. "Yeah, okay . . . sure . . . whatever!" She finally said, slamming down the phone in anger and stomping upstairs to her room, passing her parents without even a word.
Allen started after Brittany, but Gloria grabbed his arm and shook her head no. Gloria sensed that for the first time in her life, Brittany was faced with a sexual challenge from a rival female and she needed to handle it herself. This was not something Allen, or any male for that fact, could fully comprehend. A typical male oriented logical response was not what was called for here and the usual parental platitudes Allen would use would not cut through even the outer most layer of the personal violation Brittany was feeling at that moment. Gloria knew the routine all too well and was much better suited to handle the situation as she followed Brittany up the stairs and to her room.
Gloria lightly knocked after the door had nearly been slammed in her face, walking in before her daughter told her to go away. Brittany immediately launched into a raving tirade about the day's events calling Holly every name in the book as she threw and slammed things in her room to vent her frustration. Gloria listened silently and intently, sharing her daughter's pain and anguish at that moment and knowing there were no words to ease her suffering and no easy solution to her problem. Piranhas in panties had plagued Gloria most of her adult life and Brittany was going to have to come to terms with how to deal with this type of female rival if she was to have any kind of happiness in a long-term relationship.
"I swear to God," Brittany raved on in tears now. "If I catch that fucking slut around Justin again I'll scratch her eyes out!"
Gloria pulled Brittany close and hugged her tightly. "Fighting isn't the answer, baby, trust me," Gloria said softly and soothingly. "I know that's what you want to do right now but it's a road you don't want to go down."
"You did, why shouldn't I?" Brittany said accusingly, looking at her mother with a tear streaked, mascara stained face.
"Yes I did, several times," Gloria admitted. "And I regret every one of them."
"So now you're using the 'Do as I say, not as I do philosophy'?" Brittany asked with a piercing glare.
"You've never been in a real fight and you don't know what it's like," Gloria said in her own defense, knowing she'd been trapped again with a point of logic by her very astute daughter. "Have you seen two girls fight before?"
"No," Brittany said, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.
"It's not like two boys fighting where they just throw a few punches, one falls down, and it's over," Gloria began, sitting on the bed and pulling Brittany down to site beside her. "And it's not like the girlie pushing and shoving matches you see on television or in the movies. Real fights between two women, especially ones over a boyfriend or husband, are vicious, sadistic, brutal affairs that have no rules."
Brittany then dropped the bomb Gloria had been dreading for years, telling her mother she knew all about the many fights, the sunglasses, the ice packs, and the horrid rumors spread by horny young boys about the wild cat fight at a sleazy bar, and all the many scars that her mother tried in vain to hide beneath makeup and clothing.
After several more minutes of accusations, Gloria stood up, wringing her hands as she paced uncomfortably. As Gloria contemplated what to say next, words failed her. Anything she could possibly tell Brittany to justify her own fights would only serve to bolster Brittany's position. She was trapped in quicksand and sinking fast. She knew this day would come eventually and even though she'd prepared for it and worked out a detailed monologue, the words were just not forthcoming.
Sordid details of her many catfights raced through Gloria's mind as she continued to pace with Brittany watching her intently, waiting for a response. "Look," Gloria finally said in a low, almost sheepish tone. "There may come a day when you're forced to fight to defend what's yours but this is not one of those times."
"How can you say that?" Brittany fumed, standing up.
"This is a high school fling," Gloria said, immediately regretting it.
"A high school fling?" Brittany repeated, folded her arms angrily across her chest and nodding her head like she'd just been sold out.
"Husband's are worth fighting for. Children are worth fighting for. High school boyfriends are NOT!" Gloria said, her voice rising slightly.
"You're a hypocrite!" Brittany lashed out in anger.
"Oh, okay, sure!" Gloria fumed. "Maybe when that slut at the conference wanted to fuck your father I should have just offered to hold her panties until she was done. Is that what I should have done? Or maybe I should have just ordered a beer and watched at the bar while some slut sucked your father's dick! Should I have done that?"
"How is that different from Holly wanting to fuck Justin?" Brittany hissed, taken aback slightly by her mother's uncharacteristic use of foul language.
"He's not your husband!" Gloria shot back. "You aren't married, you have no children, it's just NOT THAT IMPORTANT!"
"How can you stand there and say something like that to me?"
"You're only eighteen, there will be other Justins," Gloria said firmly. "Look, I understand . . . I know you think I don't but I do . . ."
"You don't understand anything," Brittany interrupted, sitting back down on the bed and clutching a bed pillow to her chest. "Leave me alone."
"We'll talk more about this later," Gloria said, preparing to leave.
"No we won't!" Brittany hissed. "And NEVER lecture me about fighting again!"
Gloria stood there silently as her daughter glared at her. Her sordid past had finally caught up with her and now tormented her in the worst possible way, through her daughter. Averting her eyes, Gloria Reynolds lowered her head, turned, and walked out of Brittany's room without another word.


CHAPTER SIX


Early the next morning, Brittany was up and out of the house without seeing her mother or father to avoid any lectures. She stood impatiently at Justin's locker, waiting for him to arrive while blowing off all attempts by classmates to talk to her, until the bell sounded summoning her to class.
Justin and Holly were conspicuously absent and hushed murmurs quickly began to flow around the classroom as Brittany glared with contempt at Holly's empty desk. Fifteen minutes later, Holly and Justin came strolling into class, Holly with a big smile on her face and Justin looking quickly at Brittany to measure her reaction. When questioned on their tardiness, Justin quickly explained that Holly's car was taken to the shop and she needed a last minute ride to school. Brittany wondered why a brand new Beamer fresh off the showroom floor would be mysteriously hauled to the shop and she boiled inside at the cheap, flimsy excuse to get Justin alone and then to make such a grand entrance to attract everyone's attention.
Everyone in class could feel the tension between the two new rivals as Holly slowly and seductively slid into her seat and crossed her legs, allowing her skirt to ride up high on her thigh while sensuously dangling a stiletto heeled shoe from the foot of her crossed leg. Holly turned her head and shot Brittany a little wink and a grin before penning a quick note to pass through intermediaries to Justin who sat two rows away from her. The note passing continued throughout class which infuriated Brittany and by the time the bell rang to end class, everyone was expecting an immediate catfight in the hallway or the nearest girl's bathroom.
As the class spilled into the corridor, no one left the area. Everyone knew there was going to be a girl fight, it was just a question of when and where. This would be one for the ages and nobody wanted to miss it.
"Okay, what the fuck is going on?" Brittany asked Justin bluntly as Holly joined them. Holly had successfully driven a wedge between the two high school sweethearts and was now positioning herself to exploit her advantage any way she could.
"Why don't you stop being a whiny little bitch and quit breaking his balls?" Holly spat before Justin could answer Brittany's question.
"Why don't you shut the fuck up and mind your own business, slut?" Brittany shot back instantly, her eyes snapping immediately to lock up with Hollys in an intense stare-down.
"Is it true you called me a fucking cunt?" Holly asked, fanning the flames of the angry fires and widening the ever-growing rift between Justin and Brittany.
"What?" Brittany asked in shock.
"That's what Justin told me," Holly said with a self-satisfied grin on her face. The crowd around them now drew in tighter, everyone eavesdropping intently and hanging on every word, waiting for the fur to fly.
"You told her that?" Brittany fired at Justin, more of an accusation than a question. "You sonofabitch!" She then spat before he could stammer out an answer.
"You want to say that to my face, whore, instead of behind my back?" Holly challenged.
Both girls' book bags dropped to the floor and the crowd started cheering as a teacher saw what was transpiring and quickly intervened.
"I assumed you all have someplace to be so I suggest you get there . . . NOW!" He huffed as he stepped between the two teenage girls about to throw down with each other. "Ladies, there will be no fighting here today, is that clear?"
"Quite," Brittany said, gathering up her discarded book bag and stomping away.
"Bye bye, slut!" Holly yelled after her causing Brittany to flip her the middle finger as she walked away.
Holly laughed out loud, knowing she'd won another round.


CHAPTER SEVEN


Mrs. Lenihan, the weathered long-time coach of the cheerleading squad called for silence as the aspiring cheerleaders gathered in the gym after school. Most of the girls were casually dressed in cut-offs and loose fitting tops for tryouts while a few were in leotards or some type of exercise outfits. Brittany's hair was in a ponytail and her tight fitting Henley top hugged the slopes of her breasts and restricted their movement. Brittany had been reassured by her teammates from the previous year that she was a shoe-in for team captain and the tryouts were merely a formality.
As the coach discussed the schedule for the season with the girls seated on the polished hard wood floor in a semi-circle, the door at the end of the gym swung open and Holly Adams came walking in. Aloof and majestic, Holly casually strolled over to the gathered cheerleaders, stopping to stand beside the coach rather than take a seat on the floor with the other "commoners". She was clad in an ultra short miniskirt that came dangerously close to showing the crotch of her panties as she stopped and stood with her feet planted shoulder width apart. Her brief midriff tee shirt exposed her taut flat stomach and accented her breasts that jutted forth like bullets. Holly made eye contact with every girl on the squad, one by one, saving Brittany for last who got a good long hard glare through squinted eyes from the scene-stealing blonde.
Holly then gave the coach a cute smile and a nod as if to tell her she was done and it was now okay to continue, wielding her unseen power with autocratic dominance.
"I thought Holly's experience as team captain at her last school would make her an invaluable addition to this year's team so I've asked her here to demonstrate a few of her techniques which I'm sure you'll all find amazing," the coach said almost as if rehearsed in advance.
As Holly launched into her well-practiced routine, the girls in attendance were in awe. The nimble blonde did flips, spins, splits and a plethora of other gymnastic moves that were far superior to anything any of the girls there could do. The main focal point of the show, however, seemed to be the bright red crotch of Holly's panties, which contrasted vividly between her black skirt and alabaster white thighs during every athletic move she made in the very short skirt.
Once finished, Holly bowed like a perfect courtesan, smiled at the coach, and moved to the back of the semi-circle to take a seat on the floor directly behind Brittany, who by this point was boiling with rage at the blonde hussy who now seemed to be positioning herself to steal the captain?s spot on the squad from her.
As the coach continued her lecture, Holly leaned forward to whisper to Brittany. "I guess now we both know who's in charge now around here," the blonde said with venom dripping from her voice.
Brittany's head shot around to fire a glare at the blonde, their eyes immediately locking together a fierce battle of wills until the girl beside Brittany grabbed her sleeve and snapped her back to the front before the lid blew off the pressure cooker they were all trapped in.
As the coach invited all interested seniors to try out now for team captain, none of the girls raised their hands out of respect for Brittany who was to get the position as per a prior agreement between all the girls. Holly's hand shot up immediately along with Brittany's as Holly quickly jumped to her feet.
"I'd like the honor of being allowed to try out, ma'am," Holly said in her most charming, alluring voice. "I'm sure I could never beat Brittany but I'd certainly like the opportunity to test my skills against hers."
"Very well, in light of what we just saw you do, I can't deny you the chance," The coach said. "We have Brittany and Holly, anyone else?" She waited for any last minute additions and then dismissed the meeting.
As the girls began milling around, giggling and exchanging chat, a freshman cornered the coach and began asking questions as they walked toward the locker room. Hearing loud voices from across the gym, Mrs. Lenihan stopped and turned around to see a crowd gathering around Holly and Brittany who were exchanging heated words.
"Say that again you fucking bitch!" Brittany bellowed as the coach began to run toward the disturbance, not believing such foul language was coming from the lips of Brittany Reynolds, a usually very polite and sedate young woman.
Before the coach could reach the circle of girls, Holly and Brittany tore into each other. Hair and fists flew in a wild blur as the two sexy young teens hit the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. The coach's whistle was barely audible over the hissing and screeching of the fighters and the din of the cheering girls in attendance who had now closed in around the battlers in a tight circle.
Small fists slammed into faces and tits while sharp talons raked furrows into each girl's face and neck. Their legs were entangled like mating snakes as they rolled and writhed, each struggling to gain the upper hand.
The coach literally yanked students out of her way as she pushed through the crowd, still blowing non-stop on her whistle to restore order. Diving atop the two fighting girls, the coach wedged her own body between them to separate them, ordering some of the other girls to help her immediately.
The kicking, clawing hellcats were soon separated and subdued but the ferocity of the brief struggle was evident on both faces and both bodies. Had there been no one there to stop it, the fight would have been a veritable blood bath. While several of the girls stayed to help the coach maintain a calm, others quickly ran from the gym to begin spreading the word of the fight to anyone still on campus. Two versions of the fight quickly began to spread, those claiming Holly won and the those saying Brittany won . . . no one even considered a draw as a possibility because such a heinous, albeit brief battle, would certainly have to have a clear and decisive winner for the rumor mill.


CHAPTER EIGHT


While preparing to leave her office for the day, Gloria Reynolds was buzzed by her secretary who told her Brittany's principle was on line two. Explaining that there had been an "incident", the principle asked Mrs. Reynolds to stop by his office on her way home. Gloria was relatively sure she knew what the incident he referred to was as she sped across town to the high school.
Pulling into the parking lot, Gloria saw a tall blonde disembark from a large black SUV, the same one she had almost collided with the day before while driving Brittany to school. Gloria parked, got out, locked the car, and followed the blonde into the building, shaking her head in disgust at she watched the blonde intentionally wiggle her ass beneath a skirt that was a size too small as she walked by a group of leering young teenage boys.
Gloria watched the cheap, meretricious display as she saw the blonde turn and take a quick glance at the group of boys to make certain they were watching. When she saw they were, she stopped and hiked up her skirt slightly while pretending to adjust a garter strap. The chorus of catcalls and whistles drowned out the clicking of Gloria's high heels on the concrete pavement as the unknown blonde, happy now that she'd hardened all of their cocks, straightened up and smiled before disappearing into the building. What a total slut, Gloria thought to herself. A fine example for some student's mother to set in public.
Still eyeing the blonde in front of her with a sense of morbid curiosity, Gloria walked steadily toward the principle's office which was apparently where the blonde was headed as well. The blonde stopped and checked her hair and clothing in glass of a large trophy case. Turning to the left and then to the right, she smiled and then walked on, now only several feet in front of Gloria, their high heels clicking on the tile of the otherwise deserted hallway.
As the blonde neared the office and the glass windows that allowed office workers to see into the hall, she stepped up her pace and her lighthearted, carefree expression now changed to one of implied concern. Bursting into the office, Cheryl Adams brushed past the secretary and barged into the principle's outer office and waiting area where Holly and Brittany were seated along opposite glaring at one another. Seeing the mussed hair, scratch marks, and bruises on her daughter and the other girl, Cheryl dropped to her knees and hugged her daughter in a brilliant display of maternal concern that seemed rather out of place to Gloria after seeing the woman's sexual display moments before out front.
"Is this the girl who attacked my daughter?" Cheryl demanded as the principle appeared from his office, his coat jacket off and sleeves rolled up slightly.
Angered at the allegation that she'd started the fight, Brittany jumped up from her seat. Holly quickly leapt to her feet as well but both mothers quickly held their daughters in check to avoid any further blood letting. Cursing and hissing like alley cats, the two teens struggled to get at each other, casting horrendous violent threats back and forth until the principle ordered the cheerleading coach and his secretary to escort the two young ladies to separate holding areas while he spoke with the mothers.
Making eye contact for the first time, Cheryl Adams and Gloria Reynolds instantly sized each other up from head to toe, each aware of the volatile powder keg of a situation they were all immersed in.
"Did you see what your little slut did to my daughter?" Cheryl fumed, pointing an accusing finger as Brittany being escorted away by the secretary.
Instinctively Gloria stepped closer to Cheryl, her nose held high, her eyes fiercely boring into Cheryl's, totally unafraid. Robert Tinsdale, the principle, was frozen in place momentarily by the scene before him. These two incredibly voluptuous females were the big cats now in the arena defending their cubs and the claws were at the ready.
Both women were nearly identical in height, weight, breast size, and even shoe size as they glared with animosity at one another. The principle felt as if he was being swept over the precipice into an abyss of violent sexuality as he watched the glaring standoff between the earthy homespun silent beauty of Gloria Reynolds and the aristocratic, haughty, and openly promiscuous sexuality of Cheryl Adams. They were a contradiction yet equally powerful, each able to command a room with a mere clearing of her throat for attention.
Snapping back to reality and breaking the spell their bodies were casting over him, Robert Tinsdale suggested they all step into his office to discuss the issue. As he held his office door open, he felt each woman walk past him, crushing him with the mere aura of their sexuality, destroying his olfactory system with their exotic perfumes and musky scent, and torturing his ears with the seductive hiss of silk stockings rubbing between powerfully sexy thighs as the women walked into the silent office. Robert closed his eyes for a second, willing his mind to stay on task and drive the evil thoughts he was feeling from his consciousness.
Leaving the office door open to hopefully dispel some of the lingering perfume, Robert sat behind his desk as the two warring mothers sat on large overstuffed chairs facing the desk, each crossing her nylon-clad legs and showing off her stiletto-heeled pumps, almost brandishing them to show they were equally armed and deadly. Gloria sat uneasily, tense and uncomfortable at being in the same room with the blonde. Cheryl, on the other hand, eased comfortably into her chair, allowing her skirt to ride up higher than necessary for the benefit of the principle's field of vision.
"This is what I know," the principle began. "As Cheerleading practice was dismissed, Mrs. Lenihan heard raised voices. She turned around just as the two girls began fighting. She never saw who initiated it but did tell me the two had been involved in some taunting before practice was over. Also, they nearly got into a fight this morning in the hall right after first period but the fracas was broken up by a passing teacher."
"I can assure you, Mr. Tinsdale," Cheryl Adams said in her softest, sexiest voice. "Holly has never been in any kind of a fight. She was adored by everyone at her last school so she'd clearly the victim here."
"You've known Brittany for four years, Robert," Gloria said, angry at the fact that Brittany was being branded the instigator. She emphasized his name so the blonde would know she was on first name terms with the principle, giving her an advantage. "And you know her behavior has always been beyond reproach."
"I'm afraid that's quite true, Mrs. Adams," Robert Tinsdale said, shaking his head. "Brittany has been a model student not only here, but in middle school and elementary school as well. I have a hard time envisioning her starting a physical altercation with anyone."
"Familiarity hardly proves innocence," Cheryl said, rejecting Gloria's claim. "You can call Holly's former principle and I'm sure you'll receive a similar appraisal of her behavior as well." Cheryl then ceremoniously unbuttoned her blazer to give the principle a better look at her tight fitting blouse and the sleazy black lace bra that struggled to contain her massive breasts. The truth was, she didn't want him to call Holly's former principle for the man would undoubtedly regale him with tales of any one of Holly's many catfights and other disciplinary issues which had been one of the driving factors that led her to purchase a business in this town and move Holly away.
Gloria was furious at the way the blonde had gratuitously peeled open to blazer to expose her breasts, distracting the principle. She quickly reciprocated in kind to show her new rival she was packing heavy cannons as well. Each woman took eyed one another again with open disdain while secretly filing information away for future use. Robert fidgeted uncomfortably in his chair, willing his growing erection to subside before he had to stand up. Watching these two seething, sexual predators before him was overwhelming him as sweat formed on his brow and his breathing became short and labored, making it difficult to concentrate and speak.
"I've spoken to both girls and they each assure me the other started it," the principle finally said after sneaking a few longing leers at each woman's breasts. "The witnesses are split fifty-fifty on who the aggressor was. Bottom line is I don't think we'll ever find out with any certainty who did what to whom. The issue now is to keep this feud from continuing. I'm told that the fight had something to do with a young man named Justin who both young ladies seem interested in."
"That's Brittany's boyfriend," Gloria quickly chimed in. "They've been dating for several years."
"Then why did he give Holly a ride to school this morning?" Cheryl laughed as if to dismiss Gloria's claim.
The women then turned slightly in their chairs to face one another as they began firing accusations back and forth. Robert watched in awe as skirts rode up higher and higher on both women's legs and nipples hardened and swelled beneath lace bras and tight fitting blouses. Were they actually getting sexually aroused at the prospect of tearing into one another, he thought to himself, unable now to control the bulging erection hidden behind his desk.
Robert Tinsdale, while a happily married family man, had a weakness which he referred to as the three "B's"; brains, beauty, and breasts. Most women had at least one of the "B's", some had two, but it was rare for a woman to possess all three, and two such women were now sitting before him in his office.
"Ladies! Ladies, please!" Robert said, holding up two hands to calm them and order silence. "This is getting us nowhere, now please calm yourselves. Let's be civil about this." What he would have rather said was "Why don't the two of you just tear off each other's clothes and settle in right here on the carpet!"
"I apologize for my outburst," Gloria said. Cheryl remained silent, glaring at Gloria.
"I'm suspending each girl for three days for fighting on school grounds," Robert Tinsdale said in a voice that indicated no negotiation was in the offing.
"But my daughter was . . . " Cheryl began, snapping her glare to the principal now.
"Three days, Mrs. Adams!" Robert interrupted before she could finish her sentence. "But here's what I'll do. If, and I emphasize IF, both girls go the rest of the school year without incident, I'll have the fight and suspension removed from their files. That's as far as I'll go, now you each need to go home and have good long talks with your daughters. Good day ladies."
Cheryl was out of her chair instantly, pushing past Gloria and bumping into her leg (perhaps on purpose) as she passed, storming out of the office without another word.
"Thank you Robert, I apologize for Brittany's behavior and I assure you it won't happen again," Gloria said, offering her hand for Robert to shake.
"You're welcome, Gloria," Robert said, shaking her hand while still seated, a rather uncustomary act. "Leg cramp, I apologize for not getting up to see you out."
Gloria then turned to leave but stopped. "Uh, Robert . . . if it's not too much bother, is there any chance you could check with Holly's old school?"
"Certainly, I'll do it first thing tomorrow," he said with a smile.
Gloria smiled, thanked him again, and left to get Brittany.


CHAPTER NINE


As each teenage girl was remanded into the custody of her mother, the catty barbs began anew with each girl spewing threats and insults at one another. Gloria quickly led Brittany away by the arm while asking her if she was hurt and needed medical attention.
"I'm not hurt but that bitch is going to be once I'm finished with her!" Brittany fumed, still beside herself with anger at being accused of initiating the incident.
"I understand, but you need to calm down before someone gets seriously hurt," Gloria urged.
"I don' want her hurt, I want her dead," Brittany said, alarming Gloria as they exited the building with the Adams women close behind.
The close proximity of their vehicle renewed the name calling yet again as the four women approached their vehicles. Both mothers sternly got their girls into their cars and closed the doors behind them. Gloria knew one of them had to initiate a dialogue and she was reasonably sure that Cheryl Adams would never stoop so low so she walked toward the black SUV.
"I think we should discuss this further," Gloria said in a friendly tone that was forced.
"I don't see where there's anything to discuss," Cheryl said impatiently, shrugging as she slipped on her expensive sunglasses. "What do want to do, lock them in their rooms? Send them to bed without supper?" The blonde was rude, dismissive, and condescending.
"You don't think this little incident will continue tomorrow or the next day?" Gloria asked, folding her arms across her chest.
"Girls will be girls," Cheryl said. "The best thing we can do is let them fight it out between themselves."
"What?" Gloria asked, aghast at the motherly concern the woman was showing for the well-being of her daughter.
"I had more than my fair share of fights in high school and in college," Cheryl said, almost boasting. "There are times when you have to take the school bitch down a peg or two, not that you'd remember high school."
The age remark stung considering they were about the same age but Gloria maintained her composure, knowing that if she allowed their talk to degenerate into a screaming match that would just fortify the girls' will to fight each other.
"I do remember high school, and yes, I've been in a scrap or two myself," Gloria said, forcing her voice to remain level and calm. "But do you really believe that as parents, we should be encouraging that kind of behavior?"
"Absolutely," Cheryl hissed, pulling off her sunglasses so Gloria could clearly see the hateful glare being cast at her from the blonde's icy blue eyes.
"If you were, in fact, ever actually in a REAL catfight, I would think you'd want to spare your daughter that pain and suffering," Gloria said with an edge to her voice now, implying that maybe Cheryl's boasts of past fights were prefabricated.
"Are you implying I'm not a good mother?" Cheryl said, stepping half a step closer to Gloria and thrusting out her breasts in subliminal defiance of the other woman's accusation.
Gloria shrugged. "I can't imagine why you would encourage a fight. That wasn't your tone a few minutes ago in Robert's office."
"Maybe some things are worth fighting for," Cheryl said, lifting her head to look down her nose at the auburn haired woman. "And besides, I was just placating that idiot principle who was more interested in my breasts than the fight between our girls."
Gloria now moved in a step closer and their massive breasts were inches apart, each woman now arrogantly cocking her hands on her hips, which forced their breasts to jut outward even more.
"Well why don't we just rent a hall for the fight and charge admission?" Gloria said sarcastically.
"They could be the preliminary bout to the main event between you and me," Cheryl said with an ominous tone, casting the gauntlet of challenge.
"Are you calling me out?" Gloria asked, stunned beyond reason.
At that moment, Robert Tinsdale walked out of the building and towards the women. Cheryl could see him from her vantage point but Gloria's back was to the man as he approached and Cheryl took advantage of her position and spoke as he came into earshot of their conversation.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Reynolds, but I think that's quite enough female hysteria for one day, we need to show a little decorum and set an example for our daughters," Cheryl said in a mock placating voice that rose the shackles on Gloria's back as she turned slightly and saw the principle walk by, nodding to both women. She'd now been clearly painted as the instigator by the scheming, manipulative blonde who's heavily painted lips curled into an arrogant, victorious grin.
As Robert Tinsdale passed the two women, he took one last fleeting glimpse of their bulging bust lines, their sheer stockings, their stiletto heeled shoes, and the antagonistic posture they were each displaying. Canceling his previously scheduled appointment to meet several friends for a late afternoon round of golf, Robert headed home to his unsuspecting wife who was about to be ridden like a Kentucky Derby thorobred.
Gloria waited silently, nodding with a slight grin until the principle got into his car and close the door. "Bravo," Gloria said, slowly clapping her hands together several times. "What a virtuoso performance."
"You aren't in the minor league anymore, you'd do well to remember that," Cheryl threatened.
"Indeed, and trust me, I'm quite adept at adapting to the rules of the game," Gloria said, baring her verbal fangs for bite. "I tried to take the high road and prevent this, but I'm quite capable of wrestling in your primeval mud pit if that's what it takes."
"Is that right?" Cheryl said in her haughtiest voice.
"I've dealt with cheap, tawdry, obnoxious bitches like you before," Gloria said, bumping her breasts lightly against Cheryl's. "You need to keep your little daughter away from Justin and you need to stay clear of me as well."
"Or?" Cheryl said, prompting the rest of the implied threat as she pushed her own tits back a bit hard against Gloria's in obvious defiance.
"Or both of you are likely to lose a substantial amount of hair . . . and more," Gloria said with a calculating, icy calm.
Cheryl just smiled as Gloria maintained the continuing glare. "I sincerely hope you and I get the opportunity to see who the better woman is," Cheryl finally said. "When I'm through with you, there won't be any meat left on your bones for the vultures to pick."
"Be careful what you wish for," Gloria said with ominous sincerity. "Remember the old Chinese adage, when two tigers fight . . . one of them always get seriously maimed, mauled, clawed, bitten, and bloodied . . . the other one usually dies."
Gloria then turned and headed for her car, giving Cheryl a clean shot of her swaying hips beneath her tight skirt. "Consider yourself warned," she said as she reached her car and pulled the door open.
"I heard no warning, just an empty threat," Cheryl said, dismissing her as she disappeared into the SUV.
Cheryl pulled out quickly and threw the black SUV into drive to pull up behind Gloria's car just as she was starting to back out. Cheryl sat there for a moment, barring Gloria's path. As soon as Gloria opened her car door and removed her shoulder belt to get out, Cheryl punched the accelerator and sped off, laughing.


CHAPTER TEN


The ride home from school was strange for Holly who was curious about her mother's new-found interest in her life as Cheryl questioned her about Justin and about Brittany, offering advice on how best to proceed.
"There's Justin!" Holly said with a broad smile, seeing his car parked at a convenience store as they turned the corner.
"Good, I want to meet this young stud of yours," Cheryl said, screeching the SUV's tires as she sharply veered into the parking lot, causing several other driver's to sound their horns with anger.
Introducing herself to the virile young athlete, Cheryl is immediately impressed with her daughter's taste in men, turning to give Holly an affirmative nod and a wink to relay that approval. Holly watched her mother go to work on Justin, effortlessly wooing him and luring him into her web of intrigue with her charm, natural beauty, and intoxicating sexuality. Holly learned well in the shadows of her mother's vast repertoire of sexual weapons and seeing her again in action, she was in awe of the woman's ability to take control instantly of any situation and clearly take ownership of any man she chose to use at her whim.
Cheryl eyed the young man thoroughly, recording every nuance of his rugged, muscular body, remembering her youth and the powerful lust driven passion of hormone ravaged eighteen-year-old boys. She envied Holly at that moment and longed to have a Justin atop her, slamming against her, punishing her, brutally driving his long thick cock into her so deep she would have no choice but the scream out loud.
"I'm sorry, what?" Cheryl Adams said, flushed with embarrassment that she'd been engaged in a sexual fantasy featuring the young man who had just spoken to her and failed to hear what he said.
"I said nice car," Justin repeated, pointing at the SUV.
"Well then, maybe sometime when you and Holly go out on a date, I'll let you use it, how would that be?" Cheryl said, dangling a bit more bait on her daughter's line.
"That would be awesome!" Justin said, outwardly excited at the prospect. He then glanced over at Holly. "Do you need a ride tomorrow?"
"I've been kicked out for three days because of that little bitch, Brittany," Holly huffed.
"I heard, are you okay?" Justin asked, pointing at the scratches on her face.
"I'm fine, but she's not going to be when I'm through with her," Holly threatened.
Sensing that Justin was going to make some kind of comment about not fighting, Cheryl quickly intervened. "You know, Justin, I have an appointment Monday afternoon and unfortunately, Holly's care will still be in the shop by then," she lied. "If you'd be willing to give her a ride to and from school on Monday, you can use my car for the day. How does that sound?"
"That sounds great, deal!" Justin quickly accepted as Cheryl and Holly exchanged a grinning look between them.
Both women knew that seeing Justin drive Holly to and from school in Cheryl's SUV would totally crush Brittany Reynolds and be the biggest news headline at their school for weeks to come. Holly was once again awed and impressed by her mother's ruthless strategy and quick thinking.
But then Justin's brow furrowed.
"What's wrong?" Cheryl asked quickly.
"Well . . . uh . . . Holly and Steph both come out of cheerleading practice together and if Steph sees me pick Holly up and not her . . ."
"Not to worry," Cheryl interrupted. "Holly will be skipping practice on Monday anyway because of her bruises, so it's a non-issue! The two of you will be long gone before that Reynolds girl gets out of practice." Cheryl then sealed the deal by waving the SUV keys in front of Justin and shooting him her sexiest smile.
"What the hell," Justin shrugged.
After a few more minutes of small talk, Cheryl and Holly got back into the SUV and headed for home. During the ride home, Cheryl told Holly that she'd cancel and cleaning crew scheduled to detail the house on Monday. This way, she and Justin could have the house to themselves for "anything" they wanted to do. Advising Holly to wear her sexiest bra and panties on Monday and perhaps a bit of extra perfume, she encouraged Holly to take Justin and make him her own.
"Don't leave anything to chance, baby," Cheryl insisted. "You've got to take what you want and not wait for it to be given to you. Bitches like that Reynolds girl and her mother win by default if women like us don't stand up to them and tell them NO."
"With you in my corner, how can I lose," Holly said with a forced smile.
"That's the attitude I want to see!" Cheryl said resoundingly. "We'll put that bitch and her daughter their places."
Holly silently pondered her mother's last remark, wondering who the primary enemy was in Cheryl's opinion. The fight was between her and Brittany yet her mother seemed to feel otherwise. Silently questioning her mother's intent, the euphoria she'd briefly felt over their teaming together against a common enemy seemed to wane slightly now that an ulterior motive reared its ugly head. Maybe her mother was just using her in a game of one-upsmanship against Gloria Reynolds. Nevertheless, she leaned back with a contented sigh now that she had three days off school, the weekend, and then would be with Justin on Monday.


CHAPTER ELEVEN


After serving their suspensions and giving their wounds time to heal, both girls were back at school on Monday to renew the vigors of their feud as if no time had passed at all since their fight. Brittany had arrived at school late and missed the grand entrance that Holly made on Justin's arm, claiming her leg was still a bit sore and she needed him to brace her as she walked. It didn't take long for Brittany to hear the exploits of Holly's arrival and she was livid. She spent the rest of the day clinging to Justin like a child to a security blanket, barely letting him out of her sight, and even then, having friends keep an eye on Holly's whereabouts when they weren't together.
Brittany had been gearing up all day for round two with Holly at cheerleading practice. She'd brought heavier, stronger gym clothes to wear which would give her an advantage when the fight began and she'd already primed two of her friends to distract Mrs. Lenihan long enough to give her ample time to kick Holly's ass all over the gym.
After changing, Brittany was on the gym floor, stretching while watching the clock on the wall and the door from the locker room for Holly's much anticipated arrival. Five, ten, then fifteen minutes passed and the practice session was now in full swing with the girls lined up and doing routines with Brittany still taking glances at the locker room door that remained closed.
"If you're looking for Holly, she's not coming to practice today," Cindy Jenkins said. Cindy was a tall sleazy blonde and one of Holly's supporters and she spoke with a gleam in her eyes.
"No?" Brittany replied. "Good, I didn't want to see the bitch anyway."
"Aren't you going to ask why?" Cindy said quickly.
"Why should I care where the slut is?" Brittany asked, lowering her arms and letting her pom poms hang at her sides.
"What's going on?" Rachel Simmons, a busty brunette and close friend of Brittany's said as she approached the two, wiping some perspiration from her brown.
"Cindy here seems to want me to ask where Holly is," Brittany said as two more of her friends came closer and several more of Cindy's.
"We don't give a rat's ass what you and your whore patrol do, bitch!" Rachel snapped at Cindy.
"I think she'd like to know where Holly is," Cindy sneered, glaring at Rachel for the whore comment.
"Fine, Cindy . . . where is Holly?" Brittany finally said with a disgusted sigh.
"Fucking Justin at her house," Cindy said with a twisted smile.
"You BITCH!" Rachel roared as she dropped her pom poms and tore into the blonde with both hands, yanking the girl's head from side to side by the hair while kicking wildly at her legs and crotch.
Two more fights broke out almost simultaneously as every girl in the gym began choosing sides and seeking out an opponent. Rachel and Cindy were already tearing off each other's tops as they fell to the floor in a tangled heap of arms and legs. Two others named Terri and Kayla were whirling around in a wild slapping hair pulling battle while Kristin and Emily were punching like two pro boxers near the retractable bleachers. Leah and Mandy had one of Brittany's supporters named Danielle on the floor and were double-teaming her, ripping off her clothes and mauling her body in a vicious two on one. As still more paired off, Brittany dove into the fray to help Danielle, dragging Leah off the pretty brunette by the hair. Danielle then tore into Mandy in a vicious one on one as their legs snaked together and they began rolling across the gym floor.
"What the fuck . . .!" Mrs. Lenihan exclaimed as she saw the unbridled carnage on the gymnasium floor. Grabbing the closest girl who wasn't yet fighting, Mrs. Lenihan ordered her to RUN and get every teacher she could find and do it FAST. As the girl ran out of the gym, the cheerleading coach threw up her hands. Fights were not all that uncommon between cheerleaders but a brawl of this nature was beyond her ability to contain by herself. Running to the wall, she punched the fire alarm and grabbed a liquid fire extinguisher.
By this time, Rachel and Cindy were topless and savagely mauling each other's large breasts while hissing and cursing in a wild display of female fury at its finest. They were the first two hit by the cold, high-pressure water from the fire extinguisher as the coach ordered them to stop fighting immediately.
Sliding and writhing on the now wet polished hardwood floor, their battle took on a whole new dimension as they clawed and grabbed and ripped at each other's hair while their wet, bare, flesh slipped haphazardly on the floor.
Turning the extinguisher now on Kristin and Emily, the powerful blast knocked the two pugilists over the front row of the bleachers where they fell together and shifted from a fist fight into a clothes ripping, hair pulling fight, undaunted by the water spray directed at them.
The first male teacher to arrive was an elderly history teacher who simply stopped in his tracks with mouth agape, having no clue how to intervene in the melee. Mrs. Lenihan finally emptied the fire extinguisher, having already dowsed everyone to no avail as the battles raged on. Throwing the spent canister down, she called to the history teacher and they quickly pulled Brittany and Leah apart, assuming Brittany was the catalyst for the brawl.
The fire alarm buzzed unrelentingly from overhead loudspeakers as more teachers began flooding into the gym. Without direction, many just made random attempts to pull any two girls apart but the wet floor made that task much more difficult and several teachers slipped and fell in the attempt as more arrived on the scene.
By the time firefighters arrived, order had been restored but the damage had been done. Three girls and two teachers needed medical attention and the gym floor was in ruin. Cindy and Rachel had the worst injuries, each sustaining deep scratches and horrid bits to their breasts, necks, and faces. A girl named Tiffany appeared to have a broken nose, but the rest, for the most part, were uninjured save for a few scratches, bumps, and bruises.
"Let's go Miss Reynolds," Mrs. Lenihan said as she literally dragged Brittany from the gym by the arm with a vice-like grip.
"Where . . . ungh . . . oww . . . are we going?" Brittany wailed as she struggled against the powerful coach's grasp.
"To Mr. Tinsdale' office and then, it there's any justice, to jail for you!" the coach said.
"WHAT?" Brittany screamed. "I didn't do anything!"
"Punching Leah's face is doing nothing?" Mrs. Lenihan scoffed.
"She and Mandy had Danielle down, beating the crap out of her!" Brittany pleaded. "I was trying to break it up and Leah punched me!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the coach nodded. "Tell it to Mr. Tinsdale."
"I didn't start this," Brittany sobbed, tears now streaming down her face as the horrific image of Justin and Holly alone hit her like a hammer.


CHAPTER TWELVE


At about the same instant that Cindy and Rachel tore off each other's bras, Holly was sliding her door key into her front door with Justin beside her looking somewhat apprehensive about the situation.
"Come on in," Holly beamed with delight as she closed and locked the door behind them.
Leading Justin into the family room, Holly walked behind the lavishly appointed wet bar complete with the expected neon beer signs, and pulled out two ice-cold beers.
Looking around to see if anyone was there, Justin's eyes showed concern.
"its okay, the house is all ours until around six," Holly reassured him, handing him a beer. "Here."
"Wow, this is quite a house!" Justin said, twisting the top off the Miller Lite bottle.
"My mom's in real estate so we always have big houses wherever we live, it's one of the perks of being in the trade," Holly said, taking a long swill of the ice-cold brew. "Let's go into the living room."
Justin followed Holly, looking at the many pieces of what he presumed were expensive works of art hanging on the walls and the very expensive looking furniture that adorned every impeccably spotless room.
Kicking off her high heels, Holly slid effortlessly onto the sofa, tucking her long sexy legs up underneath her and allowing her skirt to ride up high enough to just barely give a hint of her black silk panties.
She'd learned well from watching her mother constantly play the seduction game and she was now practiced enough to do it with ease herself as she prepared to cast her spell of seduction over the helpless, testosterone driven teen beside her.
"You see where that bitch scratched me?" Holly said softly, pulling down her top to show a light scratch mark on her left breast. In doing so, she pulled the top down much lower than it needed to go to show the scratch so she could also give him a good view of the black silk bra with little red ribbons that matcher her panties. The see through silk bra clearly let her areola and nipples show through and she measured Justin's response as his eyes took in everything she offered.
"Nice bra," he said with a slight stammer and clearing of his throat.
"Oh? Do you like it?" Holly beamed. "It's a set! Look!" With that, she slowly hiked up her skirt to show him the matching low cut bikini panties with the same little red ribbon contrasting against the sheer black silk.
Being a star athlete and one of the more popular boys in school, Justin was no stranger to being hit on by girls and Holly's obvious frontal assault told him he was about to get very lucky. As he pondered whether or not the upcoming sex might include oral sex, Brittany and Leah Maxwell were writhing about on the gym floor with Justin's girlfriend pummeling the petite dishwater blonde with repeated punches to her face and head, bloodying her nose and giving her a black eye.
"Can I ask you a question?" Justin said, playing with his beer bottle.
"Sure," Holly said.
"What happened between you and Brittany in the gym?"
"She didn't tell you?" Holly asked, outwardly surprised.
"She said she didn't want to talk about it and that was it," Justin said. "But I keep hearing all these stories and I'd like to know the truth."
Holly then launched into a long detailed description of everything that led to their fight in the gym, painting herself as the victim at every turn and Brittany as the ruthless antagonist. As a prevaricator, Holly was at the pinnacle, a guru of the untrue and high priestess of the embellished tale. To hear Holly tell the tale, she was Mother Theresa and Brittany was Genghis Khan in drag.
Then she got to the actual fight in the gym and Justin perked up. Holly smiled as she remembered her mother telling her how much guys loved seeing two girls fight so she put the theory to the test and launched into her own stylized version of the catfight, which immediately had Justin hanging on every word.
Holly began playing Justin now like a fine violin, mesmerizing him with lurid, graphic details of how the fight began. She leaned toward him so he could better take in her heavy perfume and musky scent of her cunt juices that now flowed in anticipation of getting him into her bed and taking sole ownership of him.
She teased him with mock squeals as she described their hair pulling and slapping as they struggled in the tiny short skirts of their cheerleading costumes, which was yet another lie but an effective one that conjured the desired image in Justin's mind.
When she reached the point in the story where they began fighting on the floor, she stood up and told Justin to lie down on the sofa. He obediently complied and Holly slowly climbed on top of him, straddling him and rubbing her hot, wet, silky panties over his bare stomach after lifting up his t-shirt.
"I pinned her down like this," Holly said, licking her lips and flipping her long hair around. "She clawed at my clothes like this." With that, she placed Justin's hands on her top and told him to pull. "I struggled and squealed as she tore off my top!" Holly continued, writhing and grinding her panty clad cunt against Justin's stomach. She slid down, felt his growing erection, and slid back up into position, insuring he was adequately aroused at that point.
"And then I tore off her top and bra and clawed her tits like a cat!" Holly hissed, lightly raking her claws back and forth across Justin's chest. "Mmmmmmm," she cooed as then grabbed her top and with a loud tearing sound, ripped it off and threw it across the room. As Justin helplessly looked on with mouth open and eyes wide, Holly tugged her bra cups down and let both heavy breasts with swollen nipples pop free and into full view. "The bitch then tore off my top and my bra! I was fighting for my life and fighting for YOU!" she continued. "She wanted to destroy my tits that I was saving for your hands and your mouth. Ungh! I grunted loud as I fought back as hard as I could."
Justin's face was now flushed red and he was beginning to pump upwards against her so she knew it was time. Holly slid off Justin and stood up, admiring the massive bulge in his jeans. Reaching a hand out, she pulled Justin up.
"Let's finish this story in my room," she cooed seductively as she stroked the bulge in his pants. She led him to a side hallway where her bedroom, bathroom, personal workout room, and study room were, making up her own personal wing of the huge house. Halfway down the hall, Holly stopped and pushed Justin against the wall, kissing him deeply with her tongue while unhooking and unzipping his jeans. He responded and grabbed the blonde by both ass cheeks, lifting her off the floor. He pushed off the wall and slammed her back against the opposite wall as she snaked her legs around his back, ramming her tongue down his throat.
"In . . . in . . . in there!" Holly urged, pointing now at her bedroom door. Justin put her down and they went into her room, peeling off their remaining clothes as they went. Within seconds, they were naked on Holly's bed as she finished the details of her fight with Brittany and now she'd beaten her mortal enemy and won Justin as her prize that she now planned to lay claim to.
Holly positioned Justin on his back and using both hands to pull her long blonde hair back; she licked his cock to fully lubricate it and then took it in her mouth, slowly easing up and down on the throbbing erection as he clawed at the bedspread with both hands. She worked him slow, then fast, then slow, until he was almost at the brink, and then she stopped.
"Take me now," she whispered, dismounting Justin and allowing him to throw her onto her back and spread her legs. "Hard baby, fuck me hard!" Justin did just that, releasing all his pent up sexual frustration. The bedsprings cried out in anguish and Holly squealed with delight as the young athlete slammed his massive cock in and out of the writhing blonde beneath him.
"Mmmmmm," Holly moaned. "Squeeze my tits! Pull my hair! Fuck me! Fight me! Mmmmmmmmm, yeah . . . oooooooh!"
Exploding into nearly simultaneous orgasms at Holly's adept direction, they both cried out, tensed, writhed for several seconds in the moment, and then fell limp together on the bed just as the doorbell rang, interrupting their blissful moment.


CHAPTER THIRTEEN


After serving out a second suspension for fighting at school, this time a full week, Brittany returned to school and to the Justin and Holly soap opera. The new couple was inseparable with Holly keeping her clutches deeply embedded in her new conquest, clearly marking her territory and using Brittany as an example of what happens when you cross Holly Adams.
The following three weeks at the Reynolds house were not pleasant. Despondent and heartbroken, Brittany threw herself at her schoolwork to avoid thinking about Justin and Holly. She rarely smiled or took any enjoyment in anything she did and random crying fits were commonplace.
Gloria's heart broke for her daughter, feeling and sharing her pain and humiliation at not only losing Justin, but having to go back to school everyday and have it thrown in her face. Holly Adams was clearly in the driver's seat, knowing that Principle Tinsdale told Brittany that one more fighting incident would mean immediate expulsion. Armed with the knowledge that Brittany's hands were now tied, Holly mounted a ruthless campaign to debase, humiliate, and torture Brittany Reynolds.
Gloria's personal conflict continued to grow rampantly with each passing day as she was torn in two opposing directions. One side of her, the maternal side, was glad the ultimate fight between Holly and Brittany had been averted and no one was seriously hurt. The other side of her, however, had a difficult time being complacent about Brittany's losing Justin to the slut Holly. Gloria could only imagine the jubilation at the Adams household; the high fives, the celebratory dinner, and the "See, that's how you get what you want!" speech from the blonde hussy, Cheryl.
Every time Gloria Reynolds happened to see Cheryl Adams, either in or out of her SUV, she loathed the parasitic bitch even more. Her knuckles would whiten and her lip would tremble in rage as the haughty blonde shamelessly conducted business as usual with absolutely no thought whatsoever given to the horrific condition Brittany had been left in.
One afternoon, Gloria and Cheryl crossed paths in a local wine shop where each was shopping to restock their wine racks. Gloria saw Cheryl first and made every effort to avoid the blonde but Cheryl finally saw Gloria in another aisle and slowly made her way in that direction, pushing her miniature shopping cart with several bottles of wine in it.
"Well, what have we here?" Cheryl said, her voice dripping with syrup and a smug look on her face that clearly had 'I won' emblazoned on it in neon letters.
Gloria looked at the blonde, thought about it a moment, then silently turned and walked up the aisle, gripping the cart so hard her knuckles hurt. Exchanging barbs with Cheryl Adams would only serve to make Brittany's life at school even worse than it already was because Holly would surely punish her if their mother's squabbled, or worse, came to blows.
"Nothing to say today?" Cheryl continued, following closely behind Gloria.
Gloria continued to ignore the blonde as her anger mounted.
"You were quite chatty last time we met, even threatening as I recall," Cheryl said, gleefully twisting the razor-sharp knife into Gloria's flesh.
Silently picking up a vintage Bordeaux and placing it in her cart, Gloria continued down the aisle with Cheryl Adams staying right with her.
"I hear your daughter is having a rough time these days at school," Cheryl said in a now louder voice so other nearby customers could overhear them.
Gloria froze in place and then slowly turned to face her tormentor who was smiling broadly now that she'd succeeded in opening the dialogue. Another Adams win!
"My daughter is doing just fine, thank you," Gloria lied, biting back the blistering barrage of foul, four letter words screaming to be expelled from her mouth.
"How wonderful!" Cheryl said with her sweet, seductive voice. "I was very concerned that the poor girl might go jail after inciting that horrible riot in the gym."
Gloria just chuckled and shook her head in amazement. "You've made your point, Mrs. Adams, now kindly go down to the river and slither back under your rock."
"I beg your pardon!" Cheryl said, feigning outrage while inwardly pleased that it had been so easy to push Gloria Reynolds's button.
"I don't have time for this," Gloria said with a dismissive wave of her hand as she turned and walked away. Advantage Reynolds!
"True, I'm sure you need to hurry home to comfort your daughter over the loss of her boyfriend," Cheryl said in a cold, monotone voice.
Gloria stopped, but didn't respond. Seconds later, she continued.
"I suppose you've heard Holly and Justin are now quite the item at school," Cheryl added to shake a bit more salt in the open wound. "Word is they're a shoe-in for king and queen of the senior prom next spring!"
"Is that so?" Gloria finally said, stopping again to turn to face her nemesis. Gloria's memory quickly pulled the image of her daughter planning her senior prom with Justin only weeks before that infamous first day of school. She'd been so happy, so filled with the joy of life . . . and now it all been crushed to dust by this harpy bitch and her scheming whore of a daughter. The revelation of what now had to be done was as clear as a monk attaining a moment of karmic enlightenment. "Tell Holly I'm very happy for her!" Gloria said with a huge smile that stunned Cheryl. "I've enjoyed our pleasant little conversation; have a wonderful day Mrs. Adams!" With that, Gloria pushed her small cart passed a still totally dazed and bewildered Cheryl Adams and headed for the checkout at the front of the store. Game, set, and match . . . Reynolds!
Upon returning home, Gloria headed straight for Brittany's room where her daughter was again sobbing while clutching a tear stained photograph of her and Justin taken the previous summer on his family's boat at the lake.
"We have to talk!" Gloria said tersely as she barged into Brittany's room and closed the door.
"What is it, mom? Are you okay?" Brittany said, wide-eyed.
"I'm fine but you're not, and we're going to fix that," Gloria said with firm resolve. She began pacing as she continued. "I've let my maternal urge to protect you overshadow the reality of what's happened here and I'm sorry."
"I'm confused," Brittany said, wiping her face with the back of her hand.
"I can't go on watching you crying over that picture day in and day out while that bitch Cheryl Adams gloats and flaunts her slutty daughter all over town. You're eighteen now and a woman and there are times when a woman has to fight for what's rightfully hers. That whore stole your boyfriend, set you up for a suspension, has you on the verge of expulsion, and is bragging about it all over town!"
"What are you saying?" Brittany asked, knowing but still wanting to hear her mother say the words.
"Don't let the bitch win!" Gloria said, angrily cocking her hands on her hips. "If you want Justin and your honor restored, then fight for it!"
Brittany's brain raced frantically to assimilate this new attitude, stunned that her mother would be urging her to physical violence. Was her mother's motive based on revenge against Cheryl Adams? Possibly, but she really didn't care. There was now light at the end of her long, dark tunnel and the possibility of reclaiming Justin as her own was now at the forefront of all her thoughts. Hidden agendas and motivating factors could all be sorted out and dealt with later. Right now, all she wanted to focus on was getting Holly Adams's skin under her fingernails.


CHAPTER FOURTEEN


After having been together with Holly now for about three weeks, Justin was already experiencing the "grass is always greener" syndrome and beginning to feel maybe he'd made a mistake in leaving Brittany for Holly. Holly was a voracious lover, and while this didn't displease Justin, she was self absorbed and demanding in sex, giving no thought at all to what he wanted or enjoyed. Her pleasure and satisfaction where paramount whereas with Brittany, their lovemaking was geared more toward mutual satisfaction.
Justin began making subtle gestures and offering hints through intermediaries that he might be interested in reconciliation but her pain and bitterness had built an unscalable wall between them that only she could tear down.
Late one afternoon at school while Holly was in the guidance counselor's office, Justin and Brittany ran into one another on the stairwell. They both stopped and stood in silence for a moment, her eyes beckoning him as his heart pounded and his mouth turned bitterly dry.
"Hi, how are you?" he finally asked awkwardly.
"Coming to terms with things, thank you," Brittany said in an even voice that gave him no signs or tells about her mood.
"I've missed you," Justin said, reaching out to stroke her delicate cheek with the back of his huge hand. She leaned her head into his caressing hand and smiled softly. He then led her to the bottom of the stairwell to a small alcove and leaned toward her as she leaned against the wall. "Look, I know you have no reason to believe me or trust me, but getting involved with Holly was the stupidest fucking thing I've ever done."
Brittany was floating on a cloud now as he said the words she longed to hear but she didn't let her feelings show outwardly. "You really hurt me," she said with eyes downcast.
"I know I did and I'm sorry, I was stupid . . . STUPID!" Justin said, lightly punching the cinder block wall with his fist. "Tell me what I can do to fix things between us. Anything, you just name it!"
"Kiss me," she said softly.
Justin plunged his tongue into Brittany's mouth and she immediately reached for his cock, teasing it and stroking it though his khaki trousers as it began to swell. Still in her cheerleading uniform from practice, Brittany grabbed Justin's hand and guided in between her legs until it touched her panties.
"Do me, right here!" Brittany said, panting.
"Not here!" Justin quickly said, frantically looking around.
"Yes, right here, right now!" Brittany said, unzipping his pants.
"You're crazy!" Justin said as the hot little auburn haired cheerleader dropped to her knees and began licking and sucking his engorged cock. Who was this daring, horny vixen, and what happened to shy, demure little Brittany who didn't even like the lights on when they fucked.
"I've never seen this side of you," Justin muttered between breaths as Brittany finally pulled her mouth away and stood up.
"Get used to it, you're going to see a lot more where this came from!" she said.
Peeling down Brittany's panties, Justin lifted her and pressed her back against the wall, sliding his throbbing cock inside her as she snaked her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back. Their grunts and groaned echoed throughout the stairwell as students giggled after hearing the guttural sounds coming from the bottom of the stairwell.
Leah Maxwell, the same girl Brittany had beaten up in the gym brawl, had been walking behind Brittany at a safe distance after the two of them left cheerleading practice. When Leah saw Justin and Brittany stop on the stairwell, she took up a position to eavesdrop on the pair. Then, as they descended to the bottom alcove, she moved closer to get a look while maintaining her stealth.
"Oh my God," Leah mumbled to herself as she saw Brittany drop to her knees and give Justin a blowjob. Silently shaking her head, she continued to watch until they began copulating and at that point, she ran to find Holly.


CHAPTER FIFTEEN


At about the same time Brittany and Justin were having each other beneath the stairwell, Gloria Reynolds was trying on dresses at an exclusive boutique downtown. She needed a new dress for a very important social function and wanted to pick the perfect dress to wear to make one of her dramatic, trademark entrances at the gala.
Wearing the same type of ultra sheer black silk stockings she'd be wearing at the gala, she tried several dresses to see how they would look with the black stockings and stiletto heeled ankle strap pumps. Trying on another dress that she knew would be much too risqu? for the event, she mulled buying it anyway as a second purchase to use on Allen some night when she was feeling a bit randy and adventurous since the dress was skin tight and had a deep plunging neckline that seemed more fitting for a brothel than a social function.
Walking from the dressing room in a wider area where several full-length mirrors allowed customers to see themselves from multiple angles, Gloria heard an all too familiar voice ring out.
"Well, well, well, we meet again," Cheryl Adams said.
"Mrs. Adams," Gloria sighed, rolling her eyes. "What a pleasure."
"Excuse me but, uh," Cheryl began, eyeing Gloria's sleazy dress and black silk stockings with raised eyebrows. "I believe Sluts 'R us is down the block."
Gloria's eyes immediately locked up with Cheryl's as they glared at one another with ominous intent. "The fact that you know their location doesn't surprise me in the least," Gloria fired right back. "I'm sure you're their number one customer."
Cheryl's smile faded quickly at the offhand remark as they two exchanged icy stares through ever so slightly squinted eyes as they mentally began tearing off each other's clothing.
"Oh yes," Gloria said, holding up an index finger as though she'd just remembered something important. "I know how you like to stay apprised of what's happening in Justin's life so I thought I should let you know that Holly might be just a bit premature with her prom plans."
"Oh? And just what is that supposed to mean?" Cheryl said arrogantly, cocking her hands now defiantly on her hips and thrusting out her breasts that were barely contained in a thin white silk blouse and a low-cut white lace bra.
"Let's just say Justin has seen the error of his ways and has chosen to leave the slums and return to the suburbs," Gloria said, the metaphor a clear and stinging dagger in Cheryl Adams's heart as she referenced real estate to describe their daughters importance.
The blonde's claws flexed instinctively as she fought back the urge to peel several layers of skin from the brutally insulting redhead. How dare she refer to Holly as the slums? Who the fuck does she think she is? Cheryl then began unbuttoning her blouse.
"Your mouth is going to get you serious trouble one of these days," Cheryl threatened as she peeled off her blouse.
"I can handle trouble, so can Brittany," Gloria fired right back, slipping both shoulder straps of her dress over her shoulders and exposing her heavily packed black lace bra.
"Brittany would stand about as much chance against Holly as you would against me!" Cheryl hissed, unbuttoning and dropping her skirt to the floor, exposing her expensive high cut white lace panties beneath beige sheer to the waist pantyhose.
"We can put that assumption to test anytime you like," Gloria sneered, dropping her dress to her ankles and proudly showing Cheryl her black silk bikini panties, black lace garter belt, and extra long sheer black silk stockings.
As Cheryl stepped out of her skirt and Gloria out of her dress, their bras collided and each woman instantly tensed as they began firing lasers from their eyes, each taunting and silently challenging the other to throw the first blow. They each yearned to tear into one another and settle this thing once and for all. There would be no peace between them until they settled matters on the carpet one on one to finally establish dominance. These were two voluptuous, dangerous, sultry females with alpha personalities and neither was willing to accept the presence of the other in their small college town.
"Unlike you, I have a public image to uphold," Cheryl snarled through clenched teeth, hoping this would be the insult that would drive Gloria to throw the first slap and begin the carnage. "I won't be lured into some sleazy, tawdry cat fight by someone like you!"
Gloria smiled. "Of course not," she said with a taunting grin. "Bluffers always fold when faced with a big raise." As she uttered the words, Gloria pushed her overstuffed bra harder against Cheryl's equally loaded bra hard enough to bulge their pendulous breasts out from the sides of their bras, their noses only inches apart.
"We'll let out daughters settle their differences first," Cheryl hissed. "Then, after Holly kicks the shit out of your little whore and makes her eat her panties, I'll do the same to you!"
Gloria was livid. "I say we do it right here, right now, bitch!" Gloria snarled, pushing Cheryl back a half a step with her tits. Cheryl pushed back and for several brief seconds, they were actually tit wrestling in a full standing position, each endeavoring to force the other backwards with nothing more than their bra clad breasts.
Leg muscles flexed beneath sheer silk and stiletto heels dug into the cut pile carpeting as they pressed against each other with tit flesh bulging out of bra cups in their bizarre, pagan-like ritual. The sound of their breathing mingled sensuously with the light rustle of nylon and silk, barely audible over the hum of the air conditioning vent immediately overhead. Each woman had her hands on hips with elbows pulled back slightly, causing their breasts to thrust out further than usual to add to the effect of the erotic battle they were engaged in. With mouths tightly closed, their nostrils flared and brows curved downward in anger, each intent on establishing her superiority in this surreal, almost slow motion battle.
Another customer then wandered into the dressing room and cleared her throat. Both women instantly backed apart and the spell was broken. Had the woman not inadvertently walked in at that precise moment, a full-scale knock down drag out catfight was only seconds away from eruption.
The two women dressed in silence, each taking several glances at the other as they did, like two predators keeping an eye on one another from a safe distance. The gauntlet had now been cast and a bloody showdown between the two busty vixens was inevitable. It was simply a question of when and where.


CHAPTER SIXTEEN


Justin's unexpected return to the arms of Brittany threw Holly into an emotional tailspin that brought a dark cloud over the Adams household. Reveling in victory one day, the evil mother daughter duo was bogged down in the mire of rejection and humiliation the next. Adding to Holly's pain was the obvious fact that her mother was more concerned about how this would affect "her" image in town. It had become painfully clear to Holly now that her mother was using her to get at Gloria Reynolds to further her own vindictive agenda. But that was okay with Holly as long as it meant she'd get Justin back and once again be atop the school's social stratum.
The lavish pool party that Cheryl had planned for Holly, Justin, and their friends, was still slated to go on as scheduled with Cheryl reminding Holly that while the Reynolds's had won a battle, the war was far from over. It was now time for an all-out frontal offensive that would be the decisive battle for the Adamss.
The entire school was buzzing with rumors about the party and everyone on the school's "A" list had an invitation, including Brittany Reynolds. Bets were already being made on the side as to whether or not the party would be the venue for the big catfight and if so, who would win. Both girls were even money and no odds were being given.
As Brittany dressed for the party that Saturday night, Gloria walked into her room. Gloria's eyebrows rose as she saw her daughter's appearance. Brittany's face was made up heavily with dark shadowing and accents that made her look more like a street whore than a high school student. She had on a skirt that was too short and a top that was too low cut for her own good. The lace tops of her black thigh high stockings were visible and partially exposed due to the incredibly short skirt and Gloria shook her head as she saw the sleazy high heels lying on the bed, ready to be pressed into service.
"You're really planning to wear those stockings and these heels?" Gloria asked, picking up one of the shoes and examining it.
"Yes, is that a problem?" Brittany snapped back harshly with a glare.
"A little provocative, don't you think?" Gloria shrugged, dismissing the glare. "It may make you look desperate."
"Desperate? Come now," Brittany hissed, not pleased with her mother's interference at this point. "Can you honestly tell me you don't know that this is what guys like?"
"Of course I know what men like," Gloria said defensively. "So you're trying to cause a scene at the party?"
"What if I am?" Brittany challenged.
"You've got Justin back, what's the point?" Gloria asked.
"What do you think this party is about? Huh?" Brittany asked as she grabbed her high heels and put them on, increasing her height by another three inches. "This is just a stage for Holly to steal Justin again, that's all. You can't possibly believe there's any other reason Justin and I were invited."
"I hadn't really thought about it," Gloria said as the ramifications of what Brittany was saying began to sink in.
"This is far from over," Brittany said defiantly. "She knows it and I know it. We ARE going to fight sooner or later. It may be tonight, it may not be, I don't know. What I do know is I'm not going to take any shit from this bitch and the first move she puts on Justin, I plan to claw her fucking eyes out!"
With a sigh of resignation, Gloria gave Brittany a hug, knowing there was nothing she could do to stave off the inevitable fight looming on the horizon.


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN


As Justin and Brittany walked into the Adams house, the music blared and throngs of bodies milled about everywhere. Seeing the guests of honor arrive, Cheryl excused herself from a small group of business associates in the living room who all had teenage sons or daughters there, and greeted Justin at the door. Her welcome to the teenage boy was placatingly warm and quite forced as she struggled to conceal her seething anger at the youth who had dumped her daughter.
Brittany watched the gratuitous display, cautiously waiting to see how she would be received by Holly's mother, the Queen Bitch of all bitches everywhere. As Cheryl released Justin from the ardent hug, her eyes turned to Brittany who immediately wilted under the scrutinizing gaze of the ruthless, buxom blonde. This woman scared Brittany. The squinting eyes and menacing frown then instantly gave way to a well-rehearsed smile as she politely greeted Brittany with a limp handshake as she stared at her curious choice of clothing.
"I see your mother must have dressed you tonight, how appropriate," Cheryl Adams said with a sickeningly sweet voice. "I guess it really is true that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
As Brittany began to reply, Cheryl Adams cut her off and turned her attention back to Justin, telling me Holly and the others were out by the pool and anxiously awaiting his arrival. She intentionally omitted Brittany from the sentence, and the auburn haired teen watched her rival's mother spin her web, almost admiring her skill in a sick, perverted kind of way. Cheryl Adams gave Holly a distinct advantage with her cunning, manipulative ways.
Clinging tightly to Justin's arm, Brittany follows him outside to the pool area where the music was louder and colored lights illuminated the patio and pool. Hushed murmurs already were spreading like wildfire that Justin and Brittany had arrived and it was almost showtime.
As the couple approached the pool, the crowd opened up for them almost like a parting of the seas, giving them unfettered access. Holly then slowly walked up the steps out of the pool, pushing her wet blonde hair back behind her shoulders and stopping to confront the pair. Holly's bikini was nothing more than several tiny triangles of shiny material tied together with mere threads. Her heavy breasts bulged out from all three sides of the triangular cups, threatening to burst free at any second. After stopping and taking a moment to pose for Justin like a runway model, Holly slowly and seductively walked toward Justin, staring intently into his eyes as she worked the scene with perfect dramatic flare.
Everyone pushed and shoved to get a ringside seat for what would certainly be the catfight of a lifetime. The two hottest babes in school, one dressed like a slut and the other one practically nude . . . this was what wet dreams were made of to any teenage male. The silent impasse was finally broken as Holly wrapped a towel around her nearly naked body and told Justin how thrilled she was he decided to come after all. She then teased and tantalized him even more by telling him not to go anywhere until she dried off and slipped into something a little more revealing. Justin swallowed hard as he wondered how her next outfit could possible top that bikini.
Brittany was fuming as Holly made her departure, followed closely by three of her fawning minion who giggled with delight at Holly's stellar performance by the pool. Brittany gave tacit acknowledgements to classmates who greeted her as she and Justin mingled and found their way to where the alcohol was being served. She swilled a rum and coke quickly, handing the glass back for a refill.
"Easy on that stuff," Justin cautioned her.
"I'm good," Brittany said tersely as she got her second drink and Justin led her away from the bar.
They met up with several of Brittany's cheerleader friends and the Holly bashing began almost immediately with everyone appalled at her slutty bathing suit and her sleazy sideshow, which was for Brittany's benefit more than Justin's. After about fifteen minutes, the crowd began to ooh and aah. Turning to see what the commotion was, Brittany muttered "That fucking slut," under her breath as she saw Holly make another grandiose appearance, this time in a floor length dress that, after closer inspection, was actually nothing more than a nylon negligee worn as a dress.
In the living room, Cheryl was happily pouring vodka martinis and talking about new real estate ventures when she heard a shrill female voice yell out, "You fucking CUNT!" followed by raucous cheers and applause. Nodding to her husband to stay there, Cheryl headed out to the pool area to see what was going on. Pushing through the throng of excited teens, Cheryl finally found Holly and Brittany struggling to get at each other while being restrained by the strong arms of several football players. Both girls' tits were nearly out of their tops and each had a nasty red handprint on her face left their by a solid open hand slap as they cursed and threw horrible threats back and forth about what each was going to do to the other once they went at it.
"Okay, that's enough!" Cheryl Adams said, putting on her maternal act for those present. "Follow me, ladies. You too Justin!" With a look of concern on her face disguising her joy at succeeding so admirably at orchestrating the fight, Cheryl led Justin and the two girls into the Adams's library, closing the door behind them.
"Well," Cheryl said, leaning back easily against the heavy desk and folding her arms across her well endowed bust line. "It would seem there's still some bad blood brewing here."
Silence was the only response to her weak attempt at humor as Cheryl shrugged and rolled her eyes. Holly and Brittany were both still seething with rage as their eyes shot icy daggers at one another as they stood on opposite sides of the room with Cheryl and Justin between them.
Cheryl kept shifting her gaze back and forth between the two young girls as they continued the savage fight with their eyes. She was mesmerized by their heaving chests, mussed hair, fiery glares, and bunched up white knuckled fists. Cheryl wished Gloria Reynolds was there to complete the foursome. How wonderful that would have been to have Holly and Brittany fighting on the same floor with her and Gloria. Both Adams women could have proven her dominance had that been the case but this was now only Holly's night and Cheryl envied her in a way. She knew the lusty, bawdy excitement Holly was feeling at that moment, knowing the claws were minutes away from being pressed into service to shred the flesh of her hated rival.
"I'm not going to even ask who started this, I'm sure we all know that already," Cheryl said with disdain, looking directly at Brittany with an accusing glare that added even more gasoline to the inferno.
"I'll not have this kind of behavior in my home in front of my guests," Cheryl hissed, feigning disgust at their behavior mainly for Justin's benefit. "If you ladies have a matter to settle between yourselves, I suggest you find a more appropriate venue!"
"Like where?" Holly asked. "Out front?"
"A spectacle for the entire neighborhood? I think not," Cheryl said quickly, already having a plan in place with the preparations complete. "The country club has a newly renovated squash court. I suggest you take it there . . . Justin can drive." With that, she handed Justin the key to the squash court at the country club, which, by prior arrangement and a little secret financial incentive to the club manager, would be vacant, and at their disposal.
"Well, bitch?" Holly spat.
"Oh yeah, let's go!" Brittany hissed back.
"Justin, you and Brittany go out to your car and wait," Cheryl said. "I'll send Holly out in a moment so we don't attract too much attention. Justin nodded and led Brittany outside, avoiding questions from several friends as they hurried past them in silence.
"If things go bad," Cheryl whispered softly in Holly's ear, "there's a piece of duct tape stuck to the base of the wall in the corner closest to the door. A nail file is stuck to the back of it."
Holly grinned slightly. "I don't think I'm going to need it, but thanks just the same."
"Beat her fucking ass, baby!" Cheryl said as she gave her daughter a high five.
Cheryl went back outside to create a diversion so Holly could slip out of the house, calling everyone to the pool bar for a special round of drinks. The ride to the club was a short trip and was made in total silence. All three knew the ramifications of what was about to happen and Justin was dismayed at being the only one there if something went bad and one of the two got hurt. He had no first aid training and knowing the utter ferocity of female fights, he knew if things got ugly, he would be powerless to intervene alone to separate the two girls.
Pulling into the country club, Justin made a last ditch appeal to both girls to find another way to settle this but his pleas fell on deaf ears as both teens were bound and determined to solve their dispute the on the battlefield.
Once inside the club, Holly led the wall down a dimly lit corridor to the squash court, her shapely ass jiggling beneath the tight shimmering silk of the negligee she was wearing as a dress, the outline of her little panties clearly visible through the opaque fabric. An eerie silence permeated the corridor and even the girls' high heels were silent on the carpet. The only sound was the hissing of Brittany's stockings as her thighs rubbed together while walking.
Justin unlocked the door to the court and they entered a small area that was like a viewing area where spectators could watch squash matches in theater style seats through a glass wall with the court on the other side. A small glass doorway was built into the wall for entry to and exit from the court that even the girls would have to duck to pass through.
Brittany immediately threw her purse down on a chair and kicked off her high heels. "You've got to leave!" she said to Justin.
"What? Why?" the boy asked, surprised.
"This is just between us," Holly agreed.
"But I . . ." he began but was summarily cut off.
"Wait in the car!" Brittany said harshly. "Once I rip this slut's tits off, I'll come get you!"
"No . . . I'LL come get you once I scratch this whore's eyes out!" Holly chimed in as she too kicked off her high heels.
Shaking his head, Justin stomped out in huff, wanting desperately to watch the fight between the two stunning girls. He'd never seen a real full-blown catfight and this one promised to be the mother of all catfights, yet he was to be denied. Stopping in the hallway for a moment to ponder if he should just go back in and refuse to leave, Justin finally shrugged and obediently headed back out to his car.
As Brittany slowly rolled her long black stockings down her legs to remove them, Holly slowly peeled down the shoulder straps of her negligee, easily sliding the silken gown down her shapely form until she was clad in just her panties and bra. Brittany, who had only intended to remove her shoes and stockings, was now honor bound to match her rival so she quickly peeled off her skirt and top until she too was just in bra and panties.
Silently, each girl passed through the glass portal into their gladiatorial arena illuminated by bright white halogen lights recessed high above in the ceiling. Since no matches were scheduled, the air conditioning was turned off so no air circulated through the court and there was absolute dead silence.


CHAPTER EIGHTEEN


"Tonight I win Justin back, once and for all," Holly threatened, slowly releasing the front hook of her bra and letting the stretchy spandex garment pop open, spilling her breasts into plain view. Slowly removing the open bra, she tossed it away and cocked her hands on her hips, proudly thrusting out her now bare breasts.
"You've been asking for this since the first day of school," Brittany replied with fire in her eyes as she responded by removing her own bra and casting it aside near Holly's.
Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her little panties, Holly slowly slid them down over her hips, down her thighs, and then let them drop to the floor around her ankles before kicking them away and standing fully naked before her archrival.
Brittany smiled and nodded, agreeing that nudity would be the fitting uniform for a battle such as this, so she shed her panties as well just as Justin stealthily snuck back into the gallery area unseen by either fighter as they kept their eyes locked on each other.
With their clothing now completely gone and nothing left to delay the start of the fight, both girls began circling each other. While both had been in minor fights and skirmishes, neither had even been confronted with a situation like this were there was no spark, no catalyst, and nothing to actually initiate the action, so there was an awkward pause as if each was waiting for the other to throw the first blow. Their previous spat in the gym, along with all of each girl's previous fights, had been the result of the loss of temper and a quick impromptu slap while locked in a nose to nose verbal exchange. This was different because they were separated by about six feet of space and neither had the technical fighting skills or experience to know how to traverse the distance and initiate the first blow.
"What's the matter bitch?" Brittany now taunted, trying to induce Holly to making the first move. "Getting scared now?"
"No, I'm just a bit overwhelmed by the stench coming from your crotch!" Holly fired back with searing effectiveness as Brittany grimaced from the insult.
"If anybody's crotch stinks, it's yours, you fucking slut!" Brittany fumed, clenching her fists.
"You're about to find out," Holly threatened, "because after I rip your hair out and kick your fucking ass, I'm going to make you lick my cunt!"
"I hear big talk but I'm not seeing shit!" Brittany challenged. "Not as tough without all your little slut friends or your mommy to back you up are you, whore?"
"Fuck you!" Holly snapped, moving toward Brittany now.
"BITCH!" Brittany screamed.
"SLUT!" Holly screamed back as they crashed together and each dug both hands into the other's hair.
With each sexy young wildcat now bent over at the waist, they viciously tugged and ripped at each other's long flowing tresses, dragging each other around the large open squash court. They hissed and screeched like two alley cats as all the pent up anger and frustration that had built up over the preceding weeks gushed out like a wall of water through a break in a dam.
Cursing like drunken sailors, the two teens starting wailing punches at each other while keeping one hand embedded in one another's hair at all times. Small hard fists slammed down onto heads and into faces as they continued to reel around in circles, still bent over at the waist with bare breasts dangling and swaying back and forth beneath them.
Holly was the first to land a really hard solid blow, her fist slamming into Brittany's temple. Brittany staggered and dropped to one knee from the savage blow, losing her grip on Holly's hair. Still clutching a fistful of auburn hair, Holly began kicking at Brittany's tits and stomach in a violent rage, screaming aloud with each vicious kick.
Holly finally regrouped and composed herself enough to block the next kick and then actually grab Holly's foot on the very next attempted kick. Twisting the foot and ankle severely to the right, Brittany toppled the blonde to the highly polished court floor on her stomach.
"Aaaaaaagh!" Holly screamed out in pain as Brittany reached out and dug her long claws into Holly's left ass cheek, dragging her nails all the way down the back of the girl's left thigh leaving four bright red scratch lines in their wake. Holly instantly rolled over and kicked Brittany squarely in the face, connecting with her cheek and snapping her head to the side.
Sliding around easily on the polished wooden floor, Holly grabbed at her rival and dragged her from her knees down to a prone position with her on the floor. Their long sexy legs entwined and their bare breasts pressed together hard as they began rolling back and forth across the court floor; pulling hair, slapping, gouging, pinching, and biting anything they could get their hands or mouths on.
This was a fight between two girls who were out of control with rage yet who had no fighting skills to speak of so each just randomly used every weapon in her deadly arsenal to do damage to any part of the other's body she could reach. Clumps of hair were already torn out and littered the floor, pierced earrings had been ripped out of now split bloodied ear lobes, and facial scratches were appearing dangerously close to each girl's vulnerable eyes.
Pinning Holly on her back momentarily, Brittany managed to get the upper hand, breaking the mutual leg entanglement and attempting to straddle her rival. Holly quickly reached up with both hands and dug all ten talons into Brittany's bare tits that now dangled above her as prime targets.
"Eeeeeeeiiiiiiiii!" Brittany squealed out in agony as Holly dug her claws into the soft tissue of her breasts and then twisted in opposite directions like turning two door knobs. The auburn haired fighter cringed and writhed in agony, tensing up and pulling away while clawing viciously at Holly's hands and wrists to pry them from her tits. Finally managing to pry the girl's hands from her breasts, Brittany scrambled backwards and off Holly who quickly got to her knees with a look of smug self-satisfaction on her face.
"How you like that, bitch?" Holly asked in a haughty voice. "I guess your mother never taught you how REAL women fight!"
The remark stung because it was true as Brittany silently cursed her mother for not preparing her for a real life event such as this when she'd been involved in fights like this so many times herself. Brittany's mind raced frantically, trying to remember movie catfights or television catfights that might give her some idea of how to defeat this vicious blonde slut but she'd never seen any kind of Hollywood fight even come close to what she was engaged in so no help was forthcoming. Then, like the comic strip light bulb coming on over someone's head to indicate an idea, Brittany remembered the aftermath periods of some of her mother's fights and recalled how difficult it had been for her mother to walk or even sit for days afterwards.
As a now very confident Holly inched toward her quarry on her knees, Brittany Reynolds bunched up a fist, curled her lips back into a sneer, and launched a horrific punch into Holly's crotch.
"Ungh!" Holly grunted, her face horribly contorted into a mask of searing pain as she doubled over, clutching her crotch with both hands.
Brittany took full advantage, throwing a right at the blonde's face that instantly bloodied her nose. A left quickly followed that struck Holly on the cheek, snapping her pretty head to the side and knocking her down to the floor.
Brittany dove atop her fallen prey, claws extended and literally tearing at bare flesh. Rolling Holly onto her back, Brittany brutally mauled Holly's tits in an all out retaliatory strike. Brittany tore jagged scratch marks into the blonde's perfect tits while squeezing, twisting, and pulling the ripe mounds with sadistic glee.
Holly recovered quickly, knowing she had to fight back hard or she'd lose. Grabbing a fistful of auburn hair, Holly punched Brittany hard in the face several times, splitting her lip and puffing an eye with two solid blows in a row. Brittany rolled off to the side and once again their legs snaked together in an ankle to cunt embrace that held their lithe naked bodies pressed tightly together.
For the next several minutes, the two buxom young battlers rolled back and forth across the court floor, their bare flesh smearing blood droplets into grotesque abstract patterns on the shiny hardwood surface. Screaming, kicking, clawing, and slapping with wild abandon, each girl fought with unbridled savagery, giving no thought whatsoever to the damage their bodies were receiving.
Justin paced back and forth beside his car like a caged lion, talking to himself in the vast emptiness of the huge deserted parking lot. Random headlights from passing cars on a distant highway were the only signs that time had not stopped as he kept checking his watch. Five minutes had now passed yet neither girl had emerged from the club to claim her prize. Even though he'd never seen a catfight first hand, he knew they were usually very short-lived affairs that lasted only a few seconds, so what was going on in there? Who was winning? Was it over and perhaps neither was able to walk out? Too many questions plagued him as he continued to pace uncomfortably.
As the two sexy young fighters continued rolling back and forth with neither gaining any headway, Brittany fought to break the leg lock so she could once again go for Holly's cunt after the devastating effect the crotch punch had on the girl. To that end, Brittany gambled and reached down to rake her claws up Holly's right thigh. The pain of the scratching caused Holly to release the vice-like clamp of her thighs around Brittany's thighs and the two fighters kicked and pushed apart in a mutual separation.
Slowly getting to their knees and then their feet, each girl was light-headed for a moment after standing, teetering on shaky knees as they got their sea legs back under them to continue. There was no awkward pause this time; however, as their faces twisted into angry masks and they lunged at each other. Their blood-smeared breasts pressed together tightly, all four breasts bulging out from the sides as they grabbed each other's hair and began jerking their heads from side to side.
This was the position Brittany had wanted and she quickly a hand from Holly's hair, thrusting it down between their writhing bodies. Reaching deep into the blonde's crotch, Brittany found the wetness of her opponent's vagina and used her fingernails to maul it.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Holly squealed in a high pitched, blood curdling response to her attacker's vicious assault on her most prized possession.
Brittany savagely groped and clawed at the blonde's labia and clitoris, oblivious to the fact that she was touching another woman's genitals. This was a fight, not sex, and everything was fair game in Brittany's mind as she continued the heinous attack, forcing Holly against a wall in a full standing position.
"Ow . . . ungh . . . you BITCH!" Holly cried out, grunting, twisting, and squirming to lessen the pain of the attack. Holly threw a wild punch at the redhead's face with enough muscle behind it to drop Brittany right where she stood, blood spurting from both nostrils as she collapsed into a tangle heap of arms and legs on the floor.
Holly kicked Brittany's torso over and over, grunting and cursing with each kick, brutally punishing the girl for her dirty fighting as a trickle of blood ran down the inside of her thigh.
Brittany reached out in desperation, grabbing Holly's other leg and pulling her curled up body toward it. She sunk her pretty white teeth into the blonde's calf, bringing yet another shrieking painful howl from her opponent's lips as she collapsed to floor with her.
Each girl was now beginning to perspire from the intense struggling and lack of air conditioning in the enclosed court, their now lightly glistening bare flesh a shiny canvas of blood streaks and smears.
As their bodies writhed, squirmed, and wriggled in a tangle of girl flesh, Holly and Brittany each now went for the other's womanhood. The sexual attack was horrific as each girl screamed and winced in agony as tears streamed down their contorted faces. Their once pretty makeup jobs were now smeared, stained, and streaked, mixed with blood and tears as they fought on, each intent on totally destroying the other sexually.
But their attacks weren't limited to just their cunts at that point. They bit and clawed at inner thighs, buttocks, stomachs, and anything that came within range of any of their lethal weaponry. Battling to their knees again, Holly slammed Brittany against the nearby court wall face first, reaching between her legs from behind to grab a handful of her pubic hair and pull.
"Aaaaaaaagh!" Brittany cried out, pulling back off the wall and leaving two perfect imprints of her breasts on the wall in smeared blood as she did. Spinning around with surprising speed, Brittany's elbow inadvertently slammed into Holly's face, breaking her nose in the process. She then dove head first at the blonde, tackling her onto her back.
Holly instantly snaked both legs around Brittany's waist in a full body scissors, using her powerful thighs to crush her opponent's ribs. Brittany dug her fingernails, many of which were already broken off, into Holly's face to disfigure her pretty features and leave her horribly scarred. Holly fought back in kind, mauling Brittany's face with equal verve, their lips mutually squealing and yelping in severe pain from their gaping, bleeding wounds.
Still on top, Brittany began drilling punches now into Holly's bloody face, pummeling her unmercifully as the blonde tried to cover up and block the incoming blows. Finally, out of sheer desperation, Holly arched up and craned her neck, sinking her teeth into one of Brittany's tits. Brittany let out a horrible shriek as Holly's teeth clamped down on her breast. Pain shot through every cell of her body as she tensed and then recoiled. A vicious right hook to the blonde's left ear finally broke the bite, but a nasty bleeding wound with an open skin flap remained in its wake.
The two then struggled apart as Holly released the scissors hold, admiring the damage she'd done to Brittany's once pert, upright breast. Both girls were now sweating profusely and blood mixed with the perspiration to create a translucent pinkish fluid that ran down each girl's breasts, legs, and arms like a scene from a slasher style horror movie.
Brittany began inching forward now on her hands and knees, her breasts dangling beneath her with blood dripping from the bite wound onto the floor beneath her. Her face was now fixed in a stoic glaze, her intentions obvious as she moved in for the kill.
Holly back peddled on her buttocks in a semi-sitting position until she ran out of room and found herself in a corner. The contrasting gray of the duct tape on the white wall caught Holly's eye and she reached for it, grabbing a dog-eared corner and peeling the tape away with ease. Brittany's eyes shot down at the tape just as she saw Holly peel the nail file from the sticky side of the tape.
With a bloody mouthed smile, Holly brandished the weapon as she came up to her knees and Brittany cautiously backed away. Taking a quick, wild swipe with the knife-like weapon, Holly tried to slash her rival but Brittany deftly pulled back, avoiding the cut.
"C'mon . . . bitch . . . fight!" Holly huffed and puffed, barely able to speak in her winded condition.
"Can't beat . . . me . . . fair," Brittany sputtered back. "Must . . . must . . . be . . . mommy's . . . work . . . again!"
"Fuck . . . you!" Holly spat, slashing again at Brittany. As she thrust forward, however, her knee planted right where several drops of blood from Brittany's breast had dripped and her knee slid out from under her.
As she fell, Brittany reached out to grab the hand that held the nail file. A fierce struggle erupted over possession of the weapon as they writhed about on the floor, now slippery from blood and perspiration. Their legs again snaked together and each girl had both hands high over their heads wrestling for the nail file as they rolled back toward the center of the squash court.
Unable to wait any longer now that nearly twenty minutes had passed, Justin decided to go back inside and slip into the viewing area to see what was going on. If they were still fighting, they certainly wouldn't stop to eject him even if they did see him and he was aching to see some tits and ass wrestling around on the floor. Quietly making his way down the corridor and into the Squash court viewing room, Justin's face turned ashen as he saw the bloody carnage on the court before him. He was frozen, unable to move. He'd expected them to maybe rip each other's dresses a little, throw a few slaps, and maybe do some hair pulling while erotically wrestling around on the floor like two sleazy lesbians. He had not even remotely considered the possibility of a blood bath such as this. This was NOT a high school girl fight, at least not the kind he'd heard about all his life. These things were supposed to be hot, sexy, titillating and sleazy; not barbaric, sadistic and brutal. At that moment, Justin's eyes caught the faint glint of shiny metal in Holly's hands as the two girls struggled desperately for control of whatever the object was.
Flipping open his cell phone, Justin knew he had to call 9-1-1 but his phone had no signal inside the thick soundproof walls of the court. Dashing out into the corridor, he tried again, still no signal as he cursed to himself. Running at a full sprint toward the lobby and the door, Justin fell once but got up and continued while watching the signal bars on the flip phone. Finally seeing a bar appear, he frantically punched 9-1-1 onto the pad and then waited. When the emergency operator answered, he launched into his story, which took several minutes for the operator to make sense of as he ranted on, almost incoherently. Assuring him help was already enroute, she ordered him to stay by the door to guide emergency personnel to the fight scene but he knew he couldn't comply. If he waited and did nothing, one of the two girls might get the weapon and kill the other so he dropped his phone and ran back to the court at full speed.
Back inside, Justin saw Holly and Brittany still locked in their horrible fight, both bleeding profusely from wounds too numerous to count and now on their knees battling to gain possession of the nail file. He grabbed the door to the court but it was locked from the inside. Remembering a fire station in the corridor, Justin sprinted back into the hall, breaking the glass with his elbow and grabbing a fire ax from the recessed compartment.
Holly, by this point, had wrested the nail file away from Brittany and took another swipe at the redhead. The vicious thrust glanced off Brittany's forearm that put up as a sacrifice to block the nail file from stabbing into her torso. Blood squirted from the nasty gash as Brittany dove at the blonde, tackling her onto her back. Holly stabbed at Brittany with the file, puncturing the redhead's left thigh and embedded the file about an inch deep in her leg. Brittany jerked away with the file still jutting out of her leg as she howled in pain.
Justin then made his way back into the gallery of the squash court and with one powerful swing of the fire axe, smashed the glass and gained access to the court just in time to see Brittany pull the shiny metal object from the back of her thigh. With her face twisted into an evil death mask, the redhead lunged at Holly with the deadly nail file, thrusting it at the girl's face. Holly turned at the last second and the nail file embedded itself in the already split lobe of her right ear, dangling there like a piece of some bizarre skin piercing ornamentation.
Justin rushed to center court and grabbed Brittany, literally throwing her several feet from Holly. Sirens now could be heard in the distance, drawing ever closer. Holly tried to dive at Brittany but Justin intercepted the lunge, tossing her in the opposite direction from Brittany.
Knowing it was now over, both sweat soaked, bloody, exhausted fighters just fell limp on the floor, their bleeding, glistening breasts heaving up and down with each breath.
Two policemen were first on the scene and were stunned at the carnage before them. One immediately used his handheld radio to speed up the ambulance that was enroute and to have a second one dispatched code three.
The ambulances finally arrived and both girls were taken away to separate vehicles on stretchers with IV tubes attached and pressure bandages put on some of the more severe wounds they'd inflicted on each other. Justin was questioned quite extensively by the police who, after hearing the entire story, were quite anxious to talk to Cheryl Adams about her role in this sordid affair.

[jasmsn]

Great story...thanks for passing it along

[Ted Mark]

That was a girl fight novella! The Heat of Summer for sure!
Brittany: young auburn haired beauty



Holly: blonde



fight! fight! fight!

[SwordKing]

Maybe you could make the sequel about Cheryl fighting to establish herself as the "Top Bitch" in prison.

[Kidman]

Maybe you could make the sequel about Cheryl fighting to establish herself as the "Top Bitch" in prison.

I clearly state I didn't write it; it even has the author name as J. Coleman. I have no focus to write something this long or anywhere near this good. Feel free to write your own fan-inspired spinoff/sequel though.
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