APARTMENT WARS II
- by Emery
It was 3pm on a Friday afternoon; the bar was almost empty
except for a few men playing a game of pool in the corner,
and a lovely redhead sitting by herself at the bar, long
nylon-clad legs crossed enticingly in front of her, while
she sipped at her drink. The dark expression on the
redhead's face was sufficient to discourage all but the most
oblivious or stubborn of men, despite the slinky dress she
wore and the generous amount of cleavage it displayed. Ever
since Angela had lost the sexfight with her brunette rival
Linda, the redhead had made it a habit to drop into this
trashy bar in the afternoon, just as it was opening, order a
few drinks, and leave before hardly anyone else arrived.
After a few dismal attempts to approach the gorgeous
redhead, the other patrons of the bar soon learned that she
was not interested in them. In fact, the redhead seemed
disinterested in everything, and even lifeless, until an
admirer managed to get close enough to see the vicious anger
present in her green eyes as she glared darkly into her
drink. This one look was enough to deter even the most
confident of men.
That was all right with Angela, though. She wasn't very
interested in the majority of men now, anyway. But she still
enjoyed fucking; a number of her ex-boyfriends had been
surprised to hear from the redhead in the past two or three
weeks and afterward a little frightened by the intensity of
the sex; Angela had developed an insatiable sexual appetite.
But as hard and as long as she fucked these incredulous men,
nothing came close to matching what she had done with Linda.
It had been over a month since Angela had met Linda in that
hotel, when the brunette's cunt had beaten her own after
almost three days of delirious fuckfighting. The memory of
their fight was bitter and still very fresh in Angela's
mind. The brunette thought she had won their sex war.
"Bitch," Angela snarled softly. "The sex war between us
isn't over." She drew one long red nail over the top of her
lightly freckled cleavage. "It's just getting started,
slut."
Angela blushed with embarrassment as she recalled how she
had left the apartment, after realizing there was no way she
would be able to bring herself to stay next door to her
triumphant dark-haired rival. The bitch had watched her from
the doorway the entire time, dressed in a sexy little
nightgown and slippers, coolly filing her long pink nails to
a point. The redhead had been entirely unable to meet
Linda's dark eyes. She had cried desperately into her pillow
that night, and for several nights afterward, until the
tears had been exhausted, and all that was left was a fierce
hatred in the pit of her stomach for the brunette.
And fear. Angela still remembered the feel of the other
girl's burning cunt grinding mercilessly against her
defeated snatch, the pain the brunette's sharp nails were
capable of inflicting on her pretty cleavage, and the
terrifying experience of dueling with the other girl's hard
clit. But above all else, Angela remembered Linda's
beautiful face as it loomed over her after she had awakened
after passing out from the brunette's last and decisive sex
assault; her rival's face had been terrible in its savage
delight. Make-up streaked and tear-stained, with a few
scratches on it from Angela's nails, Linda's face had
nevertheless held a completely contemptuous sneer on it that
shattered the last of Angela's womanly pride. The malicious
expression on her rival's red lips had held everything there
was to say about the last three days the two women had spent
together in the hotel room. The two rivals had put
everything on the line against each other; their strong
asses, bright nails, firm tits, long legs, and sexy cunts
had been locked in feminine war with each other for three
long days, and at the end of it, the better woman had been
found.
Linda. Angela silently cursed the brunette again as she
sipped from her drink. The redhead had been too intimidated
to challenge her dark-haired rival again right after being
forced to crawl home shoeless; her naked body wrapped in
just her leather coat, after Linda had seized her black
heels, and deposited her torn bra and stockings in the trash
can in the lobby. That particular humiliation was just one
more thing Angela intended to pay Linda back for.
Even though she had been too intimidated to meet her rival
again so soon after their fight, this did not stop the
redhead from obsessing on the other girl. Angela found
herself following the brunette as she left her apartment
building, silently shadowing the other woman as she traveled
around the city. She soon learned that Linda worked at a
small shop downtown that specialized in trashy lingerie. The
brunette fit right in with her firm cleavage, rounded hips,
and large bedroom eyes; a lot of women might hate the
brunette for the aggressive way she paraded her beauty and
the slightly arrogant tilt of her chin, but they all wanted
to look like her.
Angela dreamed of Linda nightly, but she still needed to
steal at least a glimpse of the bitchy brunette daily,
without exception. The redhead worked in a small accounting
firm which also had its offices downtown, but located a
little less than 10 blocks from Linda's store. Angela
adjusted the path she took to work, parking her car a little
farther from work than desirable in order to sneak a glimpse
of her brunette enemy every morning through the front window
of the lingerie shop. It was perverse, but seeing Linda this
way on a daily basis helped steel her for the next dirty
encounter between the two rivals that the redhead
relentlessly plotted in her mind. Angela was not the type of
woman to forget or forgive, particularly when it applied to
other women. The brunette would pay for what she did. The
score would be settled between them.
But despite Angela's strengthening resolve, something held
her back. Another month passed, and still the redhead did
not do anything. Angela had been working out steadily since
her fight with Linda, visiting her health club on a nightly
basis, and working for hours on the machines there, until
her tight body glistened with perspiration and her spandex
was thoroughly soaked with her efforts. At night, before
going to sleep, the redhead examined herself critically in
the full length mirror in her bedroom, and she was pleased
to see that her long legs had grown even shapelier thanks to
her exertions Their appearance was now undeniably
devastating in even the conservative heels the redhead wore
to work, and when she strapped on her 5" stilettos to go
clubbing, even other women were forced to turn their heads.
Angela was in prime club-hopping form tonight, dressed in a
clingy black nylon mini-dress with a plunging neckline, and
a pair of dangerous spike heels. The redhead was heavily
made-up, with dark mascara and eye shadow outlining her
bright green eyes, and a hint of blush on her white cheeks.
She fairly reeked of perfume, which her date inhaled
greedily as he nuzzled her bare neck.
The showdown with Linda was getting closer, Angela was sure
of it. The brunette didn't seem like she had forgotten about
her battle with her redheaded rival, either. In the course
of trailing Linda around on her daily routine, the redhead
had discovered the health club the brunette frequented;
lately, she had been visiting the club every night after
work, sometimes not leaving until closing time. Linda's long
legs also seemed to have grown even stronger and sexier with
her workouts; they were twin columns of carnal perfection in
the micro-skirts the brunette wore to work every day. Every
time Angela saw them, she couldn't resist the urge to drag
her painted nails up her nyloned thighs and squeeze them,
reassuring herself of their strength and that they were
every bit the match of Linda's sculpted thighs.
The club was already packed when Angela and her date
arrived. The dance floor was jammed with people, and the
party was in full swing. The redhead smiled at her date as
he pulled her into the crowd, but her true attention was not
reserved for him. Linda was here tonight. The brunette had a
date with a manager in Angela's company. The man had been
more than willing to describe his hot date to the other men
in the office; it was almost immediately obvious to Angela
with her heightened sensitivity in this area that the woman
he was describing was none other than her brunette enemy.
And so now she was here, absently dancing with her partner,
while she relentlessly searched the club for any sign of her
dark-haired rival. The redhead's heart suddenly stopped for
a moment when she saw a tall striking woman in the corner of
the club, but it wasn't Linda, although her tall athletic
body and generous cleavage reminded her of the brunette.
This girl was a redhead like Angela herself. In fact, she
looked amazingly similar to Angela, down to the bright red
nail polish she wore on her fingernails; the only difference
Angela could make out between herself and this woman from
this distance was that the other girl was slightly heavier,
and her hair was straight and shoulder length, instead of
curled like Angela's.
Angela almost stumbled on the spike heels she wore as the
other redhead suddenly turned her head and seemed to direct
a white hot glare right at her. Then she realized that the
other girl's glare was leveled at another woman almost
directly behind her. Angela turned her head curiously to see
this other woman, and lost her breath for the second time
that night.
It was Linda. The brunette was a vision of bitchy loveliness
in a pair of skin tight Lycra tights and a matching halter
top. Her long legged strides across the dance floor were
exaggerated by the blood red spikes that she wore on her
feet, and Angela swore she could hear their thin heels
striking angrily on the hard floor as the brunette made her
way toward the other redhead. Angela stepped behind a pair
of other dancers as Linda passed, hardly breathing, but the
brunette seemed to be entirely focused on the other girl.
Linda's date was nowhere in sight.
Angela felt her cunt growing moist as she watched the two
long legged vixens make a beeline for each other, striding
through the crowd on their titanic heels, oblivious to the
other dancers around them. They met with two bitchy snarls,
their cleavage crushing up against one another in the press
of the crowd, eyes locked on one another in a glare of pure
hatred that made Angela's pulse skip crazily and her cunt
grow even wetter. Along with this purely bodily response,
however, Angela felt a twinge of something else: jealousy.
What the hell was Linda doing with that bitch? Angela raked
the other redhead's body with a contemptuous glare, and felt
her lips forming a jealous snarl as the two girls slithered
against one another on the dance floor, their foreheads
almost pressed together as their bodies grinded. Even
observing the two women from this distance was almost enough
to send Angela into a sexual frenzy. Her date gasped as the
redhead's body slammed into him, and the two began to grind
their bodies together themselves. Angela pressed her nylon
covered cunt against the crotch of her partner, almost
snarling at him as she ground her hips into his and pulled
her bright red curls away from her face.
The redhead was keeping a careful watch on the other two
women. After a few minutes of observing Linda and the other
redhead interacting with each other on the dance floor,
circling one another warily, and then coming together in
tight full-body clinches, only to separate and begin
circling one another on their spike heels again, Angela was
certain that the brunette was the more dominant of the pair.
The redhead almost seemed to stumble a few times as their
breasts pressed together through the stretchy fabric of
their tops, and her crotch seemed to shy away from Linda's
aggressive thrusts of her womanly hips. The brunette
suddenly leaned down and seemed to give the other girl a
little bite on her ear, whispering something quickly, and
then slipping away through the crowd toward the darkened
hallway in the back that led to the ladies restroom.
The redhead hesitated, looking a little undecided, but
finally she went after Linda, clattering across the dance
floor in her heels. Angela's heart was racing. "Be right
back, lover," she told her date, disentangling herself from
him, and setting out after the other two women.
Angela watched from the shadow of the entrance to the
hallway and saw her brunette rival slow to let the redhead
overtake her, and then spin on her heel, driving herself
into the other girl. The redhead screamed in surprise as the
brunette's tits slammed into hers, driving the other girl's
back into the wall. The redhead made a grab for Linda's long
brown hair, but her claws suddenly stiffened and clutched at
the air futilely as the brunette's crotch in her black
tights began a dirty rub against the other girl's skirted
cunt. Angela watched in growing arousal as Linda mashed her
tits into the redhead's cleavage, imagining her rival's dark
nipples poking through the Lycra of her top to press into
the sheer fabric of the redhead's dress; she sneered nastily
as she saw the other redhead begin to moan, her
mouth-watering frame squirming beneath the more dominant
girl. Angela slipped one finger up her skirt to touch the
dampness in her panties as she watched Linda pull at the
other girl's long red hair, sneering as the redhead seemed
to melt in the face of her attack, slowly sliding down the
wall helplessly, until her ass was flat against the cold
floor, her long legs spread out wide in front of her. The
brunette was straddling her rival's crotch with her own at
this point, squatting in front of the redhead on her spikes,
hissing something into the other girl's tear-stained face.
Linda drove her cunt into the other girl's one last time for
emphasis, driving the crying redhead's ass into the floor
with her crotch. Angela slowly withdrew her finger from her
panties, wiping it nervously on her thigh, when she saw the
brunette turn her head to stare directly at her!
Linda did not seem to be surprised at all to see the redhead
standing there at the entranceway. Instead, the brunette's
lipsticked mouth slowly and menacingly curled around a smile
of utter depravity. Angela shivered in spite of herself,
staring at her dark-haired enemy's malignant smile and the
spectacle before her: the gorgeous brunette, dressed all in
skin-tight black lycra, crouching over the fallen body of a
redhead who might have been Angela's double, whose pallid
breasts were racked with sobs and were jiggling all over the
place. The brunette's darkly made-up face looked wild and
savage underneath the florescent lighting of the hallway,
and suddenly all the redhead wanted to do was throw herself
snarling at Linda and grapple with the brunette's lycra-clad
body on the cold tiles of the hallway. Linda straightened,
stepping over the redhead's prone body. The brunette stood
with her left hand on the swell of her hip, staring hungrily
at Angela. Then, she extended her right hand toward the
redhead, palm up, and crooked one pink fingernail in a "Come
ON, bitch!" gesture to her rival that immediately sent
Angela flying into a sexual rage.
The redhead was leaning forward, ready to abandon all
caution and fly down the hallway toward her waiting rival,
when she heard her date behind her calling her name, and
involuntarily turned her head. When she immediately turned
back to look for Linda, the brunette had already
disappeared, presumably slipping into the ladies room.
Angela quickly moved to block her date's view of the hallway
and the redhead lying prone on the floor. "I'm sorry I took
so long," the redhead said. "Let's go," she said firmly,
taking her date's arm and leading them back to the dance
floor. Although she looked for Linda throughout the rest of
the night, she didn't see the brunette again.
The next day, Angela wore a tight black miniskirt to work,
along with a pair of 4" spike heels. All Angela could think
of after she got home last night was the knowing smile the
brunette had given her as she stood squatting over the
crying redhead, and the sheer impression of carnal threat
her glossy lips had embodied. What did it mean? It had now
been two months since Angela had met Linda in that hotel and
lost their sex duel. The wait was over. Today, she would
confront the brunette bitch again, and their sex war would
be renewed.
When she passed by Linda's lingerie shop in the morning,
however, the brunette was nowhere to be seen.
Now, Angela was at her cubicle, trying to concentrate on her
work, while at the same time seething with a barely
contained sexual rage. Where the hell had the brunette gone?
The redhead flashed back to the subway ride that her rival
had planned, in which only the dark-haired bitch had known
where they were going, and this only fed her rage. Her phone
range suddenly, but the brooding redhead was feeling too
sullen to answer it. The company she worked at was a small
one; as a consequence, they didn't have voice mail, and
still used old-fashioned answering machines to take
messages.
"Hello?" the voice on the other end said. Angela gasped as
she recognized Linda's sultry voice. She grabbed for the
receiver desperately, cursing the brunette. "Angela, you
slutty redheaded whore," Linda finished. "I hope this isn't
an inconvenient time for you, bitch." The brunette's voice
was flinty.
"You stupid little whore," Angela hissed furiously into the
phone, covering the receiver with her hands to try to
prevent the sound from traveling farther than her cubicle.
"Don't you EVER call me here, slut! How did you get this
number?" she demanded.
"You're the stupid little bitch, Angela," Linda hissed at
her rival. "Did you really think you could stalk me around
the city all this time and not have me notice, you stupid
slut?" she demanded. Angela tried to suppress a gasp of
shock at the brunette's words. Linda's voice grew harder,
and was now definitely tinged with an edge of real malice.
"I know where you work, bitch, and what's more, I know where
you LIVE."
Angela's shame at being caught following the brunette was
rapidly disappearing as she sat and listened to Linda. "Oh
yeah? Well, just remember, I know where YOU work, and where
YOU live, too, slut!"
There was nothing more said by either woman for a few
seconds; the line was silent except for the sound of their
ragged breathing. Then, Linda said, "That's right. We know
too much about each other, don't we, bitch?"
"Yeah," Angela grunted. "In fact, I might be waiting for
your tight ass when you get home tonight, tramp," she said
maliciously. "I hope you don't do your laundry all alone on
Friday nights anymore. That might be…dangerous."
"Fuck you bitch," Linda growled. "I'm not afraid of your
slutty ass. You just better watch yourself around town,
whore. I wouldn't want you to end up like the other
redheaded slut you saw flat on her ass crying last night."
"Don't worry about me, cunt," Angela said. "I know how to
take care of myself." The redhead took a deep breath. "And
if you think our cunt war is over, Linda…well, you just
better think again, big bitch."
"Bring it on, you fucking whore," Linda growled. "I'm ready
for your dirty cunt. It wasn't enough to satisfy mine last
time, though, was it?"
Angela flushed. "It's total war between us this time, slut.
Tell your cunt to get ready for a showdown." The obsession
and hatred between the two rivals had grown so large by now
that no words were too dirty or fantastic to pass between
them.
"My cunt is ready for the nastiest duel yours can give it,
bitch," Linda snarled. "And like I said, you just better
watch yourself, and that goes for your dirty cunt, too."
Angela was getting more and more nervous about having this
conversation in the middle of the office. "Why don't we
continue this conversation someplace more private, bitch?"
she asked.
"Where?" Linda demanded.
"I'll find you," Angela promised her rival.
"You bitch!" Linda screamed at her. "Don't you dare hang
up!"
The redhead smiled, set down the receiver, and turned off
the ringer.
Notwithstanding the fact that she had succeeded in provoking
the beautiful brunette on the phone, Angela was well aware
that she was by no means in control of their conflict. Not
yet, anyway. On her way home, the redhead dropped by the
lingerie shop and inquired about the brunette. The clerk at
the store told her that Linda had taken the rest of the week
off, and wouldn't be in again until next Monday.
Angela's pulse quickened with excitement at these words.
Surely the brunette wasn't running away from her after the
way the two had threatened each other on the phone? No, the
bitch was planning something. The redhead felt her blood
begin to boil and her body temperature rise with arousal and
anger. "Not this time, bitch," Angela swore to herself. This
time, SHE would control their encounter.
It was almost a mirror of how Linda had set up their first
showdown. After hearing the news about the brunette, Angela
hastily bought two sets of outfits from the lingerie shop,
relying on the fact that he two rivals were almost identical
in their dimensions, even down to their shoe size. Angela
had them wrap up Linda's presents, and then she was off,
tearing through the streets…
The landlord was a little surprised to see Angela again, and
he frowned with suspicion when the redhead gave him the
package to give to Linda, but a little pat on the arm from
the beautiful redhead and some sweet talking reassured him,
and he agreed to deliver Angela's gift. The redhead thanked
him and left, returning to her car on slightly unbalanced
legs. Her cunt was already dripping wet with anticipation;
she knew that her panties were already hopelessly soaked
with her juices.
When she got back inside of her car, the redhead stripped
off her skirt and panties, throwing them onto the backseat,
leaving her cunt bare and angry. She took out her compact
from her purse, applying layer after layer of make-up,
coating her pouty lips thickly with crimson lip-gloss, and
darkening her eyes with so much eye shadow that she almost
looked like a different person. The redhead closed her
thighs and squeezed them together deliciously; she would
show Linda who the better whore was. Angela pulled out of
the apartment's parking lot and headed for the lot on the
other side of the street to wait for Linda. After killing
the engine, the redhead sat with her legs spread, absently
running her bright red nails through her auburn bush,
grooming it for the showdown with Linda's darker fur that
she knew was coming.
Half an hour later, the brunette's black sedan pulled into
the apartment's parking lot. Angela watched, scarcely
breathing, as Linda got out her car, all long legs and tight
ass in the thigh-length skirt she wore, stepping her way
delicately to the entrance on her 5" platforms. Two minutes
later, the brunette slammed open the door, looking furious,
casting her glance around the parking lot wildly, and
looking for Angela.
That was her cue. The redhead keyed on her engine and
switched on her headlights. The twin beams of light caught
the brunette bitch squarely, illuminating her tall figure in
their harsh glare. The other girl threw up a hand to shield
her eyes and squinted, fighting to make out Angela's car. As
the brunette attempted to stumble out of the crosshairs of
Angela's headlights, the redhead backed her car out,
crossing the street and pulling into the apartment's parking
lot again. A smile of malign satisfaction crossed her lips
as she saw Linda glaring at her car as it passed her
literally shaking with rage, clutching Angela's package to
her fulsome chest. In the rear view mirror, Angela saw the
brunette stalk over to her own car and back out silently to
follow her as she pulled out into traffic, lowering her car
window to let the night air cool her flushed cheeks.
The redhead felt reckless, driving through the streets of
the city bare-legged, with her wet crotch open to the
night's cold air. Angela glanced in the rear mirror again to
make sure that the brunette was still following her; sure
enough, Linda was right behind her, tailing the redhead at a
dangerously close distance. The girls came to a stoplight,
and Angela tapped her red nails on her steering wheel
tensely as she caught Linda's dark eyes boring into the back
of her head.
Angela slowly made her way toward the edge of the city. The
number of cars on the streets dwindled, along with the noise
of the city. Eventually, the two rivals were almost alone
with each other on silent streets, driving past rows of
lonely deserted cars and abandoned houses, until they left
the city entirely, following a rough, winding rural road.
The only light on this cloudy night was provided by the
headlights of the two women's vehicles as they silently made
their way to a little known motel several miles from the
heart of the city. Angela pulled her car into the deserted
parking lot, slipping around to the side that lay in the
shadow of the dilapidated building, and made a sharp turn,
spinning her car around so that it faced her brunette
enemy's vehicle as Linda followed the redhead into the
alleyway. When the brunette's car came to a stop, Angela
dimmed her headlights, and the other girl followed suit, so
that the girls sat face to face in their cars, regarding
each other threateningly, their lovely, cruel features
illuminated by the harsh lighting.
With a slightly trembling hand, Angela reached over to the
seat beside her and untangled the set of red fishnet
stockings she had bought earlier. She slipped off the black
heels she had worn to work, and with a gymnast's
flexibility, leaned back in her seat and raised her strong
right leg into the air, draping it across the steering
wheel. As Linda regarded her steadily through narrow eyes,
the redhead pivoted in place, her pantied ass sliding damply
on the vinyl of her car seat, until her long shapely limbs
were stretched out in front of her, poised in the air
tensely and visible to the brunette through the windshield
of her car. Linda immediately caught the idea, quickly
shedding her skirt and nylons; her bare legs were soon in an
identical pose to Angela's, mirroring them through the
windshields of their cars in every aspect, fully as strong
and lovely as the redhead's shapely limbs. Pulling her legs
in close to her body, Angela now slowly slid on her pair of
fishnet stockings onto the legs she had worked so hard on
these last two months, bicycling her strong limbs in the air
as she wiggled the netting on, watching with arousal as her
rival copied her motion in the other car, the two rivals
dressing for the private sex battle that was imminent in the
outfits that the redhead had picked out. Angela unbuttoned
her blouse, ripping it off, leaving her bare-breasted and
visibly aroused. Next, she pulled on the short leather
jacket she had bought, leaving it open so that half of her
naked breasts remained exposed, perfectly round hemispheres
of taut breast flesh. The redhead killed her headlights and
opened the car door, slipping on a pair of red platform
mules as she stepped out to face her dark-haired rival in
the now pitch dark parking lot.
The two women stood before each other wordlessly, their
faces hidden by the darkness. Angela felt her cunt twitching
with excitement and anticipation as she regarded the tall,
leather-clad shadow in spike heels before her. The last time
the two rivals had fought, it had been in a posh hotel in
the middle of downtown; now, they were practically in the
middle of nowhere, facing each other in an empty alleyway,
dressed like two common street sluts. The situation was a
little frightening, in fact, but that only served to
heighten the redhead's arousal. She could feel her nipples
hardening underneath her jacket, scraping against the cold
leather fabric, sending a shiver down her back. The redhead
extended her right arm toward Linda, and repeated the
gesture the brunette had given her the other night at the
club, crooking one long fingernail challengingly at her
rival, bracing her long legs against the surface of the
parking lot and tensing for the brunette's reaction.
To Be Continued