Chapter 3
The Dance
That Changed Everything
The atmosphere in the nightclub was incredible, a glorification of alcohol, beauty and youth. As soon as they entered, the four women joined the party, asking for the first drinks of the night; Erika and Melike swallowed them almost instantly, thirsty for courage, and called the waiter in unison to serve them a second drink, much stronger this time.
In the past, when Erika had gone dancing with Emma and Maddy, the three had always formed an erotic triangle on the dance floors they stepped on, dancing with some vampiric pleasure as they became the erotic center of attention. That Friday night, however, Melike?s inclusion changed the picture: they could now be paired up?with all that this meant for the two lustful rivals.
?Come on, girl!? As soon as she finished her second drink, Melike grabbed Maddy?s wrist. ?It?s time to show these bitches how real women dance.?
Emma laughed at her friend?s mockery, as it was not the first time they had used such terms when working in the pub. However, Erika knew that the insult had been real, and that it was directed directly at her. With a low grunt, she grabbed Emma to accept the brunette?s challenge.
?Sweetheart, we?re the ones who?ll show these bitches who the real dancing queens are,? she cried out loud enough for Melike to hear her.
The two beauties dragged the redheads through the crowd, searching for the center of the dance floor. The heat of the dancing bodies joined the fire that burned the skin and flesh of Melike and Erika, a fire that had been growing since the Swede had appeared by surprise in the pub where the Turk worked, a fire that had fed on the glances that had been exchanged on the way to the nightclub, a fire that had spread because of the jealousy aroused by the push-up bra worn by the rival, a fire that was getting out of control because of the alcohol and the challenge on the dance floor. A crimson blush covered the cheeks and breasts of the antagonists, as a thin layer of sweat began to lubricate their delicate skins.
The dance began: Erika and Emma on one side, Melike and Maddy on the other, the young women shook their hips and hair with passion; some were looking for fun, others were in competition. The blonde and the brunette paid more attention to the other beauty than to their dance partners, studying each other under lights that blinked so quickly that they created a kind of photographic illusion. Both took advantage of the flashes of light to exhibit themselves to their nemesis, calculating each glow to highlight their curves with the sexiest pose possible?their tits were pushed out, their asses were defiantly presented in profile, their hips were twisted in an exalted pose, their eyes observed, studied and considered, always criticized and envied under every flash of light.
Immersed in their rivalry, the girls ended up embracing the music, turning every sound into sap for their bodies. The bass beat powerfully in the bottom of their bellies, shaking the butterflies that were nesting in it, while the guitars accelerated heartbeats that pumped too much vital essence into too many parts: their faces became even redder, their boobs swollen over the necklines, and a torrent of hot blood flowed into crotches that, to the surprise of both women, began to dilate.
Unable to contain herself in front of Melike?s seductive image, Erika dragged her red-painted nails along Emma?s contours like a desperate lover, forcing a nervous laugh from her friend.
?Wow, someone?s overexcited tonight!? Emma said.
Without taking her hands off the other girl, the blonde looked for Melike?s glance. A few feet away, the Turkish woman narrowed her feline amber eyes, licking her fleshy lips with a languid effect that only the flashing lights could create. Erika found herself mimicking the gesture, and the taste of her own thick mouth nearly exploded the flames that ran through her body.
On the other side of the irresistible bond, and spurred on by the Swedish beauty, Melike lunged at Maddy and, before she knew what she was doing, her hands clutched the girl?s round ass with some violence.
?Melike!? her friend gasped, her cheeks turning red. However, the brunette didn?t even look at her: her dilated pupils pierced the blue eyes of her blonde rival, while an animal craving instigated her to repeat the degenerate move with Erika. Lost in her adversary?s dance moves, Melike was carried away by her most basic instincts and impaled her pelvis on Maddy?s crotch, rubbing herself against the other woman for a few enthusiastic seconds.
As she heard Maddy complaining softly at Melike?s unexpected sexual assault, Erika allowed herself to ride the same hot wave as her enemy, grabbing Emma?s firm buttocks with both hands and rubbing up against her with the delirium born of alcohol and competition. In the middle of the nightclub, the two foreign beauties assaulted their American friends, who could hardly oppose them. The sensual triangle of the past, with Erika, Maddy and Emma dominating the dance floor with their erotic moves, now looked like a little girls? game.
For several minutes, blonde and brunette kept using their perfect bodies to bully, to dominate. Pawing, rubbing against the overwhelmed partner, the females in heat danced seductively under the flickering lights, always attentive to the rival, always vigilant to what was inevitably going to happen. Both crotches began to throb uncontrollably, with an unknown but exciting tension flooding them.
Finally, Emma and Maddy managed to get away from their ardent friends; clumsily excusing themselves, they quickly fled the dance floor, tremendously embarrassed by the heat that was running through their bodies and minds. Melike and Erika were left behind; irretrievably attracted by the gravity of the antagonist?s body, they soon found themselves dancing with their backs to the other woman. With their twin bodies covered by practically the same ensemble, many on the dance floor thought they were watching a wild dance between two sisters descended from the heavens: two modern pagan goddesses covered in lycra and latex whose generous creator had decided to differentiate by the color of their hair. The swollen breasts of the deities swung under the white tops with female strength, while the overall length of each beauty?s impressive strong legs was exposed through the side cuts of their black skirts, cuts that almost reached the women?s delicate waists.
Neither knew who made the first move, or whether it was a fortuitous blow, but both gasped in surprise as they felt the other?s powerful ass bump into their own firm bottoms. Reacting instinctively to contact, the glutes muscles tightened, flexing threateningly against the opposing muscles for several seconds. After two weeks of disagreements and discussions in class, after two weeks of bad looks and insults whispered in the distance, the first contact between brunette and blonde was nothing more than a reflection of the kind of harmful relationship that linked them: a sneaky war in the middle of the hurricane. Certainly, their rivalry was well known in their class, but everyone naively believed that these were just two hot-headed women having different views on the historical processes. The true depth of the competition was far beyond anyone?s imagination, and what was happening on the dance floor now was just a demonstration that, if the girls wanted it, not even in public could one find out what was really going on between them. In fact, the clash between their attractive asses mimicked their verbal clashes in college to perfection: as always when they argued, none of them would back down from their enemy.
Taking a breath of air and filling their heads with the necessary mental fortitude, Erika and Melike pushed together their butts, arching their bodies to support their round virtues in the battle that has just begun. They were carried away by the music, rubbing their firm asses one against the other, with their muscles contracting and stretching under the latex skirts with increasing force. Gritting their teeth, the antagonists grunted quietly, quickly feeling excited in that still unnoticed competition of buns.
Completely absorbed in the duel, the Turkish and Swedish women ended up no longer feeling the outside world: the smell of the dancing bodies around was replaced by the feminine scent of the rival?s perfumed hair, by the fragrance of the other body?s sweat and alcohol-laden breath; the music went into the background, with the sensual sound of the skirts squeezing latex against latex and the soft gasps of effort and passion taking control of their eardrums; the dilated pupils saw nothing, because the eyes had been closed, the sensations born of the mutual friction increasing in intensity; the tongues licked lips with a whisky flavour, but also with a taste of hot challenge and insane envy?
And touch, touch was everything: four vigorous ass cheeks, well endowed by nature and toned in gyms, were pushed, squeezed, scrubbed and eroded together in an epic fight where strength and flexibility were the key. Soon, however, the lush girls felt more than just tenacious butts, as both ended up pressing the full length of their bodies against each other. Back to back, locked from their heads to their heels, Erika and Melike kept the illusion of dancing by seductively intertwining their long, bare legs, identical in shape and length. The arms were tied at each other?s elbows, and the faces were turned to look for each other.
?You really think you?re fucking hot, don?t you, bitch?? the brunette spat, feeling the soft touch of her nemesis? golden hair against her reddened cheeks. ?I bet you think your body is better than mine??
?I don?t know, whore,? Erika replied in a defiant tone. The heavy smell of Melike?s perfume flooded her nose, both arousing and irritating her at the same time. ?You?re feeling my ass, my legs against yours, so you should already know the answer.?
?You?re feeling me too, slut, so the answer should be obvious.?
It was the first time they spoke to each other outside of class, and no one used words that sought to calm the situation between them. Facing the double challenge, the women tightened their gluteal and leg muscles to rub their virtues with greater vigor and rage, in a desperate but futile attempt to make the other proud beauty admit her physical inferiority. The latex skirts squeaked under the music, squeezing against each other, dragging each other upward, the thick, delicious thighs of the enemies increasingly exposed.
?Be honest, Melike: what do you think of this?? The blonde?s words were accompanied by a particularly vicious buttocks blow, so powerful that the brunette almost lost her balance on her black high heels.
?I think it?s trash,? Melike growled. As a woman who never backed down from any confrontation, much less from her hated mortal enemy, she responded with her own thump: her ass hit Erika?s derriere with dirty impetus, with an energy born of animosity that almost knocked the Swedish female down.
?Bitch,? the blonde muttered.
?Bitch,? the brunette repeated.
For a few intense seconds, the beautiful young women shook their butts together, banging them cheeks against cheeks in a test of strength that no one concealed under the guise of a dance. However, the attention they began to raise around them caused the girls desist from their plan to bring down the opponent, returning to the slower but equally fiery duel of erosive rubbing.
?If we weren?t surrounded by people?? Erika?s threat sounded raw, terribly sincere.
On the other side, Melike felt both bodies shaking at all the ramifications of the other?s words.
?What, Erika? What would happen?? she called out.
The Swede turned her face a little more, and the Turk continued the game doing the same. The thick lips of the adversaries now almost brushed against each other, their warm, alcohol-filled breaths mingling each other in the thin space between their attractive mouths.
?What do you think, cunt?? the blonde asked. The two women were provoking each other, hoping that the rival would shape the thoughts of both, that the other beauty would say in words what they wanted. ?What do you think would happen if we were alone??
?You tell me, tramp.? Melike could feel Erika?s spittle fall on her lips every time her rival spoke in anger, and she knew that her own fury was also forcing saliva on the Swede?s mouth. ?I dare you to say it, Nordic whore.?
?I dare you to say it, Turkish tramp.?
The asses intensified their fight for space, as legs and arms intertwined more and more together in an increasingly chaotic dance. In the torsos of the beauties, the sweaty tits bounced in a neckline that began to be surpassed by the increasing swelling of the females? virtues. The heat on the dance floor reached an almost unbearable temperature, but not even this discomfort stopped the warriors: their sharp nails now closed on the antagonist?s delicate thighs, scratching them like angry cats.
?Oh, fuck! You whore!? they howled in unison, sinking their claws deeper into the other flesh. The eyes widened, announcing tears to come, but even so, both kept the fight under the masquerade of a dance.
?You?re a goddamn sow, Erika!? the Turk?s verbal attack joined the assault on the blonde?s thighs.
?And you?re a bitch who?s getting into a fight from which you?re gonna come off badly, Melike!? the Swede exclaimed, returning each scratch with her own nails, matching intensity with intensity.
?It would take an army of blondes as stupid as you to get a single chance against me!?
?No brunette can compete with a blonde, let alone a weakling like you!?
Through the cheeks that were crushing together, each one felt the first tears running down the other woman?s beautiful face. Knowing that they were really hurting the person they hated the most in the world encouraged them to go further, so with impeccable compenetration, they both slipped their claws between their fighting butts, filling their hands with the firm, sensual flesh they found. The first squeeze forced a long moan through the voluptuous lips of the rivals, and the second a furious grunt. The third provoked a wave of insults: ?smug bitch?, ?cheap whore?, ?flabby ass?, ?weak legs?. Nothing was dirty enough for the girls? mouths, but the offenses were soon silenced by the painful gasps that both breathed under the cruel profanation of their sexy derrieres.
For what seemed like an eternity, the belligerent dance continued on the nightclub, the red-painted nails lacerating through the latex, the skirts getting higher and higher into a threat to expose the hostile buns. The women?s heartbeats accelerated at the simple thought that, in the end, the cloth would no longer cover the flesh, turning the competition into a skirmish between naked flesh.
That was more than they could bear. Pushing mutually with their asses, Melike and Erika separated from each other. Turning around, waving their long hair in the air with femininity, they faced each other in the middle of the dance floor, their eyes burning with a hatred they had never thought it was possible to feel. With her thighs and buttocks throbbing from the hot cuts she had just received, Melike wanted to jump on Erika and use her claws again, this time on the pretty, smug face that dared to confront her under the flickering lights. Of course, the brunette had just realized that her nails were sharp enough to cause irreversible damage to the attractive features of the rival beauty, but she knew she?d suffer the same fate if they both got into that evil cat game. Despite her tough-girl attitude, despite the warlike nature she always boasted about, the Turkish woman had never been in a real fight. Although her animal instincts incited her to attack without thinking about the consequences, she felt restrained by chains forged in the fear of the unknown and the lack of privacy.
In front of her, Erika had similar thoughts: her desire to fight was refuted by a sense of self-preservation that she had never felt before in her life. Although she had never come to blows with anyone else, the blonde had always thought that, when the time came, nothing would stop her. However, now that she had the opportunity to resolve her differences with her hated nemesis, she was unable to take the final step.
But the dance wasn?t over yet. Somehow, as their minds were tormented by doubts, their bodies decided to take control, ignoring any rational thinking. In the middle of an increasingly crowded dance floor, brunette and blonde managed to open up enough space to create a kind of combat arena for themselves, always staring at the other female. Moving in circles like rival satellites, they shook their breasts in defiance as they swayed their hips in a poisonous female dance.
The gravity each exerted on the rival ended up bringing their bodies almost together. The wide necklines were just centimeters away from touching each other, showing that they weren?t yet ready to test their sensitive attributes. Their long legs, on the other hand, had already experienced the taste of struggle, so they became entangled like hungry snakes again. The skirts began to rub together face to face, pelvis to pelvis, forcing a long moan from between the juicy lips of the college girls.
Then Melike raised her right hand. Moving her in front of Erika?s handsome sweaty face, she bragged about nails that the Swedish woman knew well.
?Do you think your nails scare me?? As the blonde spoke, every scratch on her body beat with a life of its own.
?No,? the brunette denied. ?I think you?re afraid of my whole body??
Erika?s response came in the form of more scratches: her fingers fell quickly on her nemesis? butt, grabbing it like a lover would do but lacering it like a bellicose Valkyrie. Melike spat out her pain with a sharp exhalation that impregnated the Swede?s face with a hot and moist breath.
?Bitch!? Melike?s insult didn?t come alone. Erika immediately felt the other woman?s eager hands on her ass, squeezing and scratching it with a passion that only hatred between females could breed.
?You whore!? the blue-eyed girl replied, squeezing Melike?s derriere even harder.
Music, sweat, pain, perfume, rancor and beauty. The cocktail was explosive, with the two most exuberant women on campus engaged in the most fiery and competitive dance possible. The flexible but firm flesh of their asses was roughly vandalized by cruel crimson nails, nails that demanded as tribute an anguished groan, an outraged gasp, an irritated grunt, tears that were already falling down the face that both rivals most condemned to see every day.
?That?s right, slut!? Melike snorted. ?Cry for me!?
?You?re the one who?s crying, tramp!? Erika cried out.
They could no longer insult each other, as a strong and mutual squeeze forced them to bite their lips to drown the howl that ran up their throats. As outstanding learners, both read every gesture, heard every exhalation to understand what made the other woman suffer more, reinforcing these attacks to the detriment of less effective ones. The women also learned from their own suffering, applying each lesson in vengeful aggressions that followed a basic logic: ?If it hurts me, it will hurt her?.
Quickly experts in buttock laceration, Erika and Melike crushed their pelvises together in a desperate attempt to keep up the appearance that they were just immersed in a tremendously sexy dance. However, more and more eyes were being drawn to them. Even although the flickering lights helped to hide what was really going on, the simple sight of two stunning beauties rubbing wildly their pelvises together was enough to make them the center of attention. So, for the first time, the girls were aware of the outside world, aware of all the interest they had aroused.
Uncomfortable, the young women separated abruptly, almost violently, with a pelvic blow. Erika?s eyes flashed with rage, locking with Melike?s, the brunette?s amber gems equally overwhelmed by anger. Then the blonde turned around and started pushing the other dancers to make their way, not without one last, defiant look at the Turk over her shoulder.
Come and get me, cunt, the blonde thought, moving aggressively through sweaty bodies. Right behind her, a few steps away, she could sense her rival, stalking her like a predator on heels. Erika took a breath of air, preparing mentally for the next phase of her confrontation. Nothing had been resolved after the sensual and dangerous dance; quite the contrary: every throbbing scratch on her body was an incitement to retaliation, and so must Melike have been feeling it at that very moment too.
Everything had changed, and there was no turning back.
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