“Hey baby,
do you come here often?”
“Not often enough
to have run into you yet, Sugar! Hi
there!” With that the girl brushes your
arm with her fingers and scoots ever so closer to you. Your pants tighten
ever so slightly. This was easier than
you thought.
Her name is
Nicole. She is 42 years old which is WAY
older than you thought she was. She
EXUDES confidence and you suspect that not only is she a fighter herself, she
probably already knows you are married or at least have a girlfriend, and seems
more than willing to play along with the whole ruse.
Several
drinks and about an hour later you are making out with her in your bed. She is
in her bra and panties and is straddling you.
She reaches back to unhook her bra when Brandi walks in wearing nothing
but her favorite heart print skivvies.
“THAT’S MY
HUSBAND YOU WHORE!”
“Oh OH…Is
THIS your wife? HMPH!” She snorts as she climbs off the bed and slowly
approaches Brandi, adjusting the waistband of her black cotton panties as she
moves. Brandi glides slowly toward her a
sneer of contempt twisting her face. Her eagerness to scrap is visible. You have done well and will certainly be
rewarded once her victory is achieved!
“Your “husband”
traded up, skank. Do yourself a favor
and get lost before I WASTE you.”
“I’LL KILL YOU!” Brandi howls and the two women lunge forward
and immediately begin to pummel each other.
THUD! THUD!
THUD! THUD! THUD!
It’s a
furious fist fight! Based on her stories
you thought Brandi was the kind of woman who would quickly pummel any other
woman unconscious quickly, but this Nicole chic is really a brawler. You see the slightest shade of worry pass
over your wife’s face, but then she launches a savage barrage of body blows
that has the raven-haired bedroom invader staggering backwards, grunting in
pain.
CRACK!!! But
she NAILS Brandi with an open palm slap to the face. Brandi staggers back. Nicole lunges forward, her fists raised,
beckoning. Brandi shakes off the slap,
raises her fists and the two women barrel back into another furious fist
exchange.
THUD! THUD!
THUD! THUD! THUD!
They’re
really going at it! This round of fist
fighting only lasts a couple seconds and suddenly they slap into each other and
lock up in a desperate bearhug, each woman gasping for air. You study your wife’s face carefully. She looks scared and exhausted. You look at Nicole and see much the same
expression. Neither of them expected this
much of a fight. They stagger around the
room together in a drunken dance of desperation. You want to cheer your wife on, but…. This
Nicole chic… there’s something about her….
KEEP QUIET AND WATCH THE FIGHT
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