Early Access: Double Date, by M. Petri

Chapter 1

The Wrong Woman

Audrey Bell stopped the engine of her rented sedan as after she claimed a parking space at the motel she’d driven three hours to get to. The Dune Inn was located at the edge of a New Mexico desert a few hours from Las Vegas, but even her sharpening reporter skills hadn’t dug up much else about the place. To her it was just a destination for a meeting…one of the most tense and unusual meetings she had ever scheduled in her life.

She pulled out her phone and dug up the long, running text conversation she’d been having with none other than Elana Patterson. Elana was a former New York Times reporter, a few years older than Audrey, who she’d looked up to in her first years as a cub reporter until she’d revealed her true colors. At several incidents Audrey was covering, Elana had stolen sources from her and undermined her to various authorities in an attempt to get the upper hand in what had suddenly become a growing competition between them.

“How the mighty have fallen,” Audrey said to herself as she thought about Elana Patterson’s well-documented fall from grace. She had lost her NYT job and was now going from gig to gig with no better reputation than Audrey’s, and Audrey had quickly discovered the impulsive Elana was a vicious, underhanded competitor who would stoop to anything to undercut Audrey.

She had finally confronted her newfound adversary in a private moment at a journalists’ convention in Las Vegas and their meeting had quickly escalated into a hissing exchange of hurled accusations, threats and insults, and Audrey had shocked herself by grabbing Elana’s arm and digging her nails into the other woman’s bare skin. She shouldn’t have been surprised to see Elana Patterson retaliate, but the vicious, hateful fury in the other brunette’s pretty features had shocked Audrey as Elana had gripped the front of her sweater and hauled her close to assure her that she would destroy Audrey and her career if she didn’t stay out of the veteran reporter’s way.

Audrey had been very tempted to escalate the facedown as she’d breathed in Elana’s alcohol-soaked breath. She couldn’t blame Elana for that because she’d downed a few glasses of liquid courage herself before confronting the other woman, but as they pressed into one another’s personal space she became keenly aware of how physically matched and similar they both were. Audrey wore a tight business suit over her deep cut sweater, having quickly discovered after her recent divorce how much mileage she could get with a little sex appeal. She was petite and curvy, her wavy dark hair cut in a shoulder length flip just like Elana’s, she realized—maybe even because of her early admiration of Elana Patterson as a career model. Despite being a few years older, Elana still had Audrey’s porcelain complexion, although Audrey’s Italian heritage left her features just a bit more pronounced than Elana’s delicate face and sultry little mouth. But they had both worn dark lipstick and both boasted large and expressive brown eyes that matched one another in keen, hateful stairs as they pushed each other dangerously near to a scuffle around the corner from their professional peers in the sprawling hotel.

Ultimately both women managed to control themselves, neither willing to risk a career, either on the upswing or a downslide, on a public catfight with a competitor.

“I’m not going to have it out with you here,” Elana had hissed in her face. “But one of these days I’ll be happy to wipe you off the public beat for good, and don’t think I’m too professional to do it!”

“The last thing I’d think is that you’re ‘professional,’” Audrey snapped, glancing down for a second at the other brunette’s firm cleavage on full display in a little sweater every bit as tight and revealing under her business suit as Audrey’s.

She caught Elana eyeing her boobs before the two women locked eyes again. Audrey had to admit to herself that part of the confrontation had been sparked by an ongoing game of peekaboo at the convention as each of them had tried to wear a more low-cut top every day of the convention to outdo her rival, only to be met by an equally and increasingly vivid display of decolletage from the other that had quickly become the talk of the convention floor.

“If you ever want to meet somewhere where the two of us can be completely unprofessional, Elana, you’re welcome to text me any time. This group is meeting in New Mexico in a few months, isn’t it?” she found herself asking.

“Yes, at The Dune Inn,” Elana said breathlessly as she snuck a look back around the corner where the rest of their peers were gathered. “I wouldn’t mind arriving a day early to get things sorted out between the two of us. There’s hardly ever anyone but locals at that place and no one would notice the two of us there at all.”

“Good, you can have a few months to think about it and pussy out,” Audrey sneered, surprising herself with the coarse language. “But I don’t mind booking a room a day early just to get some private time with you.”

“Good, you have my information so feel free to text,” Elana huffed before closing the distance between them for a brief, heated moment. “Just a warning though—if I ever really get you alone, Audrey Bell, I’ll destroy you. That’s a promise.”

“Don’t make promises that little body of yours can’t keep, Elana Patterson,” Audrey hissed back at the other woman. “If I ever get you behind closed doors it will be all bets off, no rules and nothing off limits…and you won’t be walking away from what happens.”

“Empty threats,” Elana sniffed, eyeing Audrey dangerously as she backed away. “I’ll be in touch…and you and I will settle this once and for all.”

Audrey found herself in a haze as she relived that electrifying confrontation, and she immersed herself in the months-long text war she had waged with Elana Patterson as each had tried to get their minds back into work while anticipating a private, clandestine meeting at a remote desert inn for…what? she thought. Were they really going to fight each other? The thought thrilled her, she had to admit—but Audrey had been increasingly distracted by sick little thrills and boundary-pushing ever since her divorce. She’d been drawn to tawdry, scandalous stories in her work and found herself increasingly up against Elana as both seemed to seek out the sleaziest material and the lowest methods of competing with and undermining each other in their pursuit of “the truth.” And all the while the two women engaged in a heated, dirty war of words over their phones, neither daring to call the other or hear the other’s voice but more than willing to spew their venom at each other typing away at their phones’ keypads.

“You really got an eyeful of my chest the last time we ‘talked,’” Elana had texted her just a few days after their last confrontation. “You’re obviously intimidated by a real woman.”

“As if,” Audrey texted back. “You could barely keep your eyes off what I’ve got and in fact I wouldn’t be surprised if jealousy is what put you in my face that night.”

“If all you’ve got as a journalist is nice legs and a pair of big boobs I’ve got nothing to worry about,” Elana typed.

“Seems like that’s all you’ve had to work with lately once the Times had enough of your bullshit,” Audrey retorted. “Why not admit you’re only butting heads with someone like me because you’ve fallen off your high horse?”

“I’ll admit that competing with a cheap newbie like you is an embarrassment,” Elana shot back. “But it’ll feel good to get back on top after I wipe you off my shoe, gypsy bitch.”

She winced as she read that last line, unconsciously glancing at her face in the car’s rearview mirror. Her Italian Romani lineage had always added a little darkness to her features and her moods, she thought to herself. Elana Patterson had somehow dug into her background and found out that little nugget and loved using it against her, knowing the racist “gypsy” slander was guaranteed to trigger Audrey.

The brunette reporter sighed, shaking her head as if to clear three months of hate-drenched text messages out of her memory as she stepped out of her parked car, grabbed her travel bag and headed toward the little motel’s reception area. There was nothing but miles of desert around and the night was warm as she walked up toward the little reception building. She could see a pool and spa area atop the motel’s roof two floors above her—a nice touch, she thought. As she entered the front desk area she saw a buxom, raven-haired woman manning the desk and flushed a little, embarrassed by how the other woman’s face and body had distracted her. She had to force her attention back to the business at hand.

“Audrey Bell?” the woman said. “Yes, we have your reservation. There’s a package and a key for you here too, about your meeting tonight.” The female clerk shook her head as she eyed the card. “Midnight meeting? I’d hate to have your job!”

“It’s a little unusual,” Audrey admitted, hoping to get the conversation over as quickly as possible. “You have a bar I can wait in I assume?”

“Sure, entertainment ‘til 11 too,” the clerk said. “Just down that hall. I can have your bags sent up to your room for you.”

“I’d love that,” Audrey said. “But I’ll take them up myself; it’s been a long drive and I want to freshen up.”

“Doesn’t look like you need it!” the desk clerk said brightly, and Audrey found herself catching the woman’s eye for a second before she tore herself away. She berated herself as she headed up to her room. She honestly felt like she was losing control of her life and this isolated “meeting” was example number one. This is exactly the sort of thing that lost Elana Patterson her big shot job, Audrey thought to herself as she reached her room and unlocked the door. She had been taking risks, partying and sleeping around ever since her divorce had come through, and on more than one occasion she’d found herself putting off work responsibilities to pursue a cheap thrill or two. She’d even made out with a couple of women in the past few months…both cute, busty brunettes, she’d noted—and both women she’d gotten aggressive with, until those cheap dates had both walked out on her, leaving her angry, frustrated and confused at herself. What was the matter with her? Maybe she just needed to settle this thing with a woman she’d once admired, one who’d somehow morphed into a bitter enemy.

Audrey found her room and unpacked, laying out the outfits she’d brought for the convention, then eyed the package and key Elana had left her. The key was self-explanatory but the package was a mystery and she found herself eagerly tearing it open to find a week’s supply of sheer nude black pantyhose in Audrey’s size. She felt a little shiver as she unwrapped one pair, eyed the sheer material and then undressed to slip into it, eyeing herself clad only in the waist-high hose and her bra and instantly feeling sexy, formidable…and a little frightened. This felt like having an affair, she thought—exciting and scary.

Audrey found herself spending a full 30 minutes reapplying makeup and lipstick and choosing the tightest, most revealing top and shortest skirt she could find for her meeting with Elana. Whatever the other woman was going to wear, Audrey wanted to outdo it, and the sheer black hose gave her an ample excuse to show off her toned legs.  She had let her nails grow a little and had painted them a bloody red to match the dark lipstick on her beestung mouth, and she had her plump tits on full display as she finally satisfied herself that she couldn’t look any hotter and headed toward the motel lounge.

The little bar was smokey and low key, and through the haze Audrey saw a busty little blonde on stage with a drink in her hand, singing in a sultry, low voice. She thought with annoyance for a moment it might be karaoke night, but quickly realized this was the entertainment the front desk clerk had mentioned. “Lynn Sawyer,” a sign near the side of the stage said, and Lynn was a curvy, blue-eyed, natural blonde with a smoky, torchy voice and an emotional edge to her performing that jumped out at Audrey right away as she sat down at the bar. She watched and listened, fascinated, as the singer felt her way through a song about “you and me” that she quickly realized was about a married woman and a romantic rival. “We meet in the day, away from him,” she sang, her face twisting into a hint of anguish. “We’ve both got something to prove…you can’t get enough of me, or I of you…neither of us is gonna move…”

Audrey ordered a drink, fascinated by the ballad of female rivalry and what felt like obsession that the blonde was interpreting with such passion up on the dark, smoky little stage. It felt very much like this Lynn Sawyer had been down this road in real life with another woman, a situation she couldn’t get out of her mind or her heart. Audrey found herself feeling a strange sympathy with the performer as the emotions played out on her face and hints of anguish and anger lit up her sultry voice.

For a moment the blonde singer’s blue eyes found Audrey’s. Her expression tightened and for a shocking second her voice almost broke before she seemed to shake the reaction off, and Audrey felt an electrifying moment of connection, a sense of the familiar from the other woman. She had felt, for a fraction of a second, pure hatred radiating from those beautiful eyes, as if the singer had mistaken her for someone else. And Audrey herself felt her body react to the hostility from this equally buxom blonde woman on the stage, almost as if she’d been physically shoved by her. Whatever the connection between them seemed, it was obviously a mistake, she thought—she’d never seen this woman before. But the moment did remind her of the situation at hand, and she scanned the bar for any signs of Elana Patterson.

Her “appointment” wasn’t for another hour or so and Audrey new she was going to have to nurse her drink and kill some time. She pulled up her phone and shot Elana a text: “Are you here?” Then she began scrolling back up their lengthy, bitchy correspondence over the past few months.

“I can’t wait to get you alone and show you once and for all who’s in charge between the two of us,” Elana had written shortly after their tussle at the convention.

“I’m not going to let a woman like you order me around,” Audrey had shot back. “Maybe I looked up to you once but you showed me your true colors all right.”

“If you think you can outclass me just by wearing a top that’s lower cut and a tighter skirt you’ve got another think coming,” Elana texted.

“You’re the one who’s used to using her body to get what she wants,” Audrey replied.

“Says the girl who doesn’t have what it takes in the body department!” Elana accused.

“You’re the one who went ballistic around me the minute I started dressing for success,” Audrey texted. “Who’s jealous of a younger, hotter woman now?”

“We’ll find out who’s hotter and tougher!” Elana wrote.

Audrey took a gulp of her drink as she found herself shaking a little as she revisited the text conversation. It had only gotten worse from there over the past few months. “I can’t wait to yank that pretty hair…scratch that creamy complexion of yours,” Elana had threatened her.

“You’re really looking for a fight,” Audrey had answered. Back then she had had her doubts about what might really happen if the two women met behind closed doors…but Elana was making it clear she wanted to get physical and Audrey was slowly acclimating herself to the possibility, slowly realizing that this was what she wanted too. “You’re going to have to prove to me that you’re really the better woman between the two of us,” she’d continued.

“I intend to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget, Audrey,” Elana had said.

“Don’t think I won’t bring it, honey,” Audrey had written bravely. “I might just mess up that cute little mouth of yours.”

“Make sure to wear all your cheap lip gloss so I can smear it off your face,” Elana had said.

“Lick it off, whore,” Audrey found herself typing in spite of herself.

Elana hadn’t answered her for a full day, but when she responded the result was a new low, and Audrey couldn’t help feeling responsible for where the conversation was heading.

“Don’t you call me a whore,” Elana wrote. “I might just get down in the gutter with you and you’re going to be very sorry you provoked me then.”

“I’m not afraid of you and from everything I know about you the gutter is the only place you like to fight,” Audrey texted.

“Let’s agree then,” Elana wrote. “No rules when we meet. I’m going to do you dirty and if you want even a chance to meet me on equal terms you’d better be ready to shed every inhibition.”

“Fine,” Audrey typed, her fingers trembling. “I’ve wanted to squeeze the cream out of those big boobs of yours for a long time.”

There seemed like a lengthy pause before Elana had typed, “I’ve wanted to get my claws in your big ones ever since you first showed them off in front of me. And I won’t stop there.”

“Seems like I’ll have to tear you out of that tight business suit and find out just how much woman you really are under there,” Audrey texted.

“Stripping you down to nothing will be my first step,” Elana responded. “You deserve to be naked when I’m on top beating some respect into you.”

“Don’t think it might not be me on top of your naked body, Elana,” Audrey had texted. “Pounding the fight out of you. Pounding you where it really counts.”

“I could talk all night about all the dirty things I’ll do to you,” Elana replied. “But I’d rather take all night doing them until you’re begging me to stop.”

“Sounds like we’ll both wind up like two naked alley cats in this motel room, Elana,” Audrey texted. “If I have to take it to you all night I will.”

“I won’t stop until I’ve finished you for good,” Elana responded.

Audrey forced herself to put down the phone and its library of angry texts and return to her drink. On stage the blonde singer had finished her set, and Audrey realized her appointment time was nearing. She shot Elana another “where are you?” text but no answer came. But she had the key to Elana’s motel room and there was no turning back now. Audrey gulped down the last of her drink and felt the alcohol burn into her gut, easing a little of the tension that had been building in her all day. She was really going to do this, she realized—she was really going to meet another woman in a hotel room after months of dirty threats and challenges and have the showdown that had been building between her and Elana Patterson for the better part of a year now.

She took a last, curious look at the singer, Lynn Sawyer, easing herself down off the stage, her curvaceous body on display in a tight, short blue party dress. Audrey couldn’t help comparing herself to the blonde—both of them just a little under average height, both curvy, big breasted, their legs making up for their comparative shortness with elegant muscle that both revealed in their short skirts. This is how I think about women now, she thought to herself. As competitors…as opponents I have to match up against physically.

She made her way out of the bar into the warm desert night and tried to be quiet and inconspicuous as she headed up to the motel’s second level toward Elana’s room. There was every chance the other reporter was there waiting for her, and Audrey steeled herself for what was to come, helped along by the liquid courage in her belly. If Elana wanted a low-down, dirty catfight between the two of them so be it, she thought. Her anger and resentment at the other woman had built up to a sick, fever pitch over the past year and she was more than happy to confront her own feelings and Elana now. The isolated motel seemed quiet and relatively unpopulated, and as midnight approached even the desert surroundings seemed to be growing quiet and still.

Audrey pulled the key out of her purse and licked dry lips as she slipped the card through the passkey slot. There was no sound or light from inside the hotel room as she opened the door and quickly flipped on the lights to find the little room empty. She slipped inside and put her purse on a nightstand, eyeing herself in a nearby mirror in frustration. After all their texting and building anticipation she had fully expected an angry, dangerous Elana Patterson to be waiting for her in the room, and the fact that the other woman couldn’t even keep their appointment time only added to the aggravation and hatred Audrey had been nursing for months. She paced nervously in the little room—Elana had picked a motel room with one bed and there was enough room on the other half of the room to maneuver. She eyed herself in the mirror, her wavy, stylish brown hair, elegant eyebrows and big brown eyes setting off her pouting mouth and creamy complexion. Her choice of business suits had definitely been influenced by Elana’s, and Audrey had always known the two reporters looked a bit alike. Maybe she’d even done her hair and lipstick to accentuate the similarity between them, she half admitted to herself. Elana had been a mentor to her once, someone she’d aspired to being. She thought back for a moment to the singer at the bar staring at her, that look of recognition in her eyes…had she mistaken Audrey for Elana?

She stiffened as she heard the door start to open, her body immediately locking into fight-or-flight mode as she backed up against the bed and tried to strike a defiant, challenging pose to face down Elana Patterson.

But the woman who entered wasn’t Elana. It was a buxom blonde just her size, dressed in a tight blue party dress. “All right you whore,” the other woman said thickly, her back still to Audrey’s as she quickly locked and bolted the motel room door. “I’ve waited all night for this…”

Audrey reacted with shock as the other woman turned. If the blue dress and blonde hair didn’t tip her off, the other woman confirmed her quick suspicions when she turned.

It was the singer, Lynn Sawyer, and Audrey saw that same look of recognition changing to angry confusion as her eyes registered Audrey’s face in the low light of the motel room.

“Who the hell are you?” the blonde demanded as she stepped away from the door.

“What are you doing in here?” Audrey shot back instinctively as the two women faced each other down warily. “How do you have a key to this room?”

Lynn’s face was flushed, almost as if she’d been caught in some scandalous act. “I could ask you the same question!” she said quickly.

Audrey bit her lip as she considered her response. How was she going to explain this? “I have a meeting with another reporter in here,” she snapped.

“At midnight?” the blonde said. “What reporter?”

Audrey tried to control her breathing, furious that she’d been put in this position—add that to the list of scores she had to settle with Elana, she thought. “Elana Patterson, if it’s any business of yours.”

The familiar look of jealous recognition and hate briefly twisted the blonde’s features, and the other woman was silent for a moment before saying quietly, “Well you must be mistaken because I have a ‘meeting’ scheduled with Elana Patterson in this room tonight.”

Audrey swallowed, her confusion and anger only growing. She couldn’t help eyeing the blonde up and down, taking in her busty figure and the taut muscles coiling in those creamy thighs as she faced Audrey down. And the blonde seemed to be eating up Audrey’s curves with an equal mix of jealousy and contempt that had Audrey quickly realizing she might have found a new rival in this buxom chanteuse.

“You’re the one making the mistake,” Audrey said thickly. “Elana and I have been working out this meeting for months, and I can guarantee it takes priority over whatever you two have to discuss.”

“I was on the phone with her just a few hours ago and I can guarantee to you that we agreed to meet in this room at midnight. Otherwise why would I have this?” she said, shoving her card key out almost in front of Audrey’s face.

“I have the same key, darling,” Audrey said, taking a step forward so she could hold the key up a few inches from the blonde’s nose. “Maybe you’d like to explain how else I could be standing here?”

“I have business with Elana Patterson and I’ll thank you to get your little body out of this room before she comes in here and finds the two of us. You couldn’t possibly have anything important to say to her.”

“Don’t you tell me what I have to do with Elana, sweetheart,” Audrey said. The two women had lowered their arms and now faced each other with their hands on their hips, each stepping closer until the two strangers were very much invading one another’s personal space. Up close Audrey had to admit the blonde singer was very attractive, her voice honey smooth, her features delicate and cute, and her womanly curves undeniable. She had large, smokey blue eyes that easily matched the intensity of Audrey’s dark brown ones.  Audrey felt a burst of pride as she saw the blonde’s eyes taking in the reporter’s body with obvious jealousy, and she was glad she could get that kind of rise out of such a little blonde hottie. But she was determined to intimidate the blonde into exiting the motel room before it was too late. “Elana and I have our own relationship and we have very personalbusiness to discuss so if you don’t mind you can take your little cocktail dress elsewhere until she and I are finished.”

“I don’t see her anywhere, so she obviously doesn’t take your little ‘relationship’ very seriously, does she?” Lynn sneered. “You can march your little ass out of here because I happen to have personal business to hash out with Miss Elana too, so your problems can wait!”

“Yeah, it does sound personal,” Audrey said as she moved within a few inches of the blonde, keenly aware of Lynn’s bustline thrust out in close proximity to her own. “Weren’t you calling her a whore when you walked in here?”

“You misheard!” the blonde snapped. “And it’s none of your fucking business so get out of here.”

“You’re a liar,” Audrey said. It didn’t take any keen reporter instincts to draw that conclusion and there was a familiar, bitchy energy to Lynn’s demeanor that had Audrey putting two and two together. “But it’s very obvious someone made a big mistake here.” She decided to put her cards on the table, realizing that Elana could arrive to take in this scene at any second. She stepped in almost nose to nose with the blonde before speaking quietly. “If it’s any of yourbusiness, Elana Patterson and I arranged months ago to meet in this hotel room and have it out over issues we both have with each other. And I plan to settle accounts with her even if I have to throw you out on your big ass to do it.”

Lynn Sawyer’s expression quickly shifted from defiance to something subtly different as she seemed to study Audrey’s face and body with even greater interest and intensity. “You’ve got issues with Elana Patterson?” she huffed. “Fine, let’s be honest. Elana challenged me to fight with her right here in this room tonight. In fact she and I have gotten physical with each other before, and from what I’m looking at you are not remotely woman enough to go toe to toe with her. So why don’t you save your cute little ass a whupping and get out of here while you still can?”

Audrey bit her lip as she tried to control the flush of anger the blonde’s words so easily provoked. “You haven’t the slightest idea how much woman I am,” she managed to growl as she moved in closer to press her nose against Lynn’s. Her cleavage now matched head-to-head with the blonde’s and she could almost feel the front of the other woman’s chest touching hers—the sense of mass and weight from Lynn Sawyer’s proud bustline was palpable and Audrey felt a thrill of anticipation and more pumping through her chest and her two big, round trophies as she thrust them out in opposition to the blonde’s. “If I’m being honest, I don’t see some cheap blonde bar floozie like you matching up against a woman like Elana Patterson—not from what I’m looking at!”

“Oh really? Have you ever been in a fight with her, honey?” Lynn demanded hotly.

“I’m about to after you get out of here!” Audrey hissed sharply. Then a thought occurred to her. “Have you ever won a fight with her? It’s Lynn, Lynn Sawyer, right? That’s the name you sing under?”

“Oh, you think you’ve got something on me because you can read?” the blonde snapped. “What’s your name?”

“Audrey Bell,” Audrey answered. “And you haven’t answered my question. You seem awfully eager and awfully raw to get back together with Elana…like somebody who has ‘something to prove’?” She smiled wickedly as she threw the blonde’s song lyrics back at her, and Audrey now found herself moving forward and actually pushing into the blonde. Lynn instantly set her chest into direct contact with Audrey’s, a look on her face that said she wasn’t about to be intimidated.

“You don’t know a fucking thing about me,” the blonde purred dangerously.

“I know enough about people,” Audrey said, edging her own big bustline up against Lynn’s as the two women exchanged sharp, measuring stares. “And I can tell the sound of someone who’s still licking their wounds from getting their big ass beaten.”

“You want to see an ass beaten?” the blonde replied, breathing heavily. “I’m here to beat Elana Patterson’s but I’ll be more than happy to do yours if you don’t shut that cute little mouth of yours.”

“I’m going to be the one beating Elana’s tush tonight, girlfriend,” Audrey found herself saying. “If you want a shot at her in the next five seconds you’re going to have to fight for it. And you’re going to have to fight me.”

“You cheap little bitch,” Lynn glowered, her breath kissing Audrey’s mouth as the two women pushed into each other. “You’d love to tire me out wasting my hate on a little nothing like you. I’m waiting to fight a real woman.”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Audrey snapped, reaching the end of her rope. She realized her body, her muscle, her nervous system had been primed for a fight for months now—a fight with Elana Patterson. But if she had to tear this busty blonde apart to get to Elana, maybe it was just the warmup she needed. “I’m giving you a chance to walk out of here right now before I tear you apart.”

“You don’t have the teeth or the claws to do it, baby,” Lynn sneered against her face. “The thought of a little girl like you taking on a real woman like Elana Patterson makes me laugh.”

“We’ll see who’s laughing in five minutes,” Audrey said, stepping back and shrugging out of her business suit jacket until she faced the blonde only in a low-cut blouse and the tightest, shortest skirt she’d ever worn along with her pair of sheer black hose. She had very much intended to try and intimidate Elana Patterson by showing off her body in the most provocative way possible once they met, and she felt a little thrill at the way Lynn’s eyes devoured her curves as the blonde slowly advanced on her, her pelvis swaying and her two big, firm breasts quivering as she strode toward Audrey. It felt very right that this blonde stranger had a body like Audrey’s and that both women were putting their breasts on display to one another and keenly studying their opponent’s chest as they approached one another. She and Elana had each boasted about how much woman they both were, and Lynn Sawyer had thrown the same taunting words at Audrey, so it seemed only right that they would put on a show for one another just to instigate this showdown between strangers.

Before she knew it Audrey was ramming up against Lynn, grunting as her chest collided with the blonde’s. Lynn grunted back at her, a low contralto sound that echoed her sultry singing voice as she matched her chest up against Audrey’s and shoved the petite brunette backwards in the little motel room. Audrey bared her teeth, an animal instinct overcoming her as she caught herself and lunged back forward against Lynn, this time gripping the other woman’s bare arms to control her as she pressed her chin and yes, her boobs into Lynn’s.

“You want this?” she snarled as she hugged the other woman to her, her heart pounding now as anticipation gave way to adrenaline-charged fight lust. Lynn rewarded her by grabbing Audrey’s hair so that neither could escape the face-to-face, chin-to-chin standoff, and Audrey, after digging her nails into Lynn’s toned upper arms, instinctively released them so that she could grab and yank back at the other woman’s shoulder-length blonde hair.

“You wanted it and you’re gonna get it,” Lynn growled back at her through gritted teeth, her soft mouth twisted into an ugly sneer. “Come on, baby—you want to fight me, then fight me!”

“If you want a catfight I’ll give it to you,” Audrey moaned, her elbows closing on Lynn’s shoulders as both women consolidated vicious, tight holds on each other, their upper bodies thrashing, skirt hems riding up as their comely thighs spread and legs fought to maintain balance in the center of the room. Lynn flashed a knee up and jammed it between Audrey’s spread thighs, just missing her nylon crotch until Audrey managed to kick the offending leg away.

“You’re a dirty bitch,” she snarled, tugging the blonde closer to sneer against her open mouth. She could feel the blonde’s big breasts pulsing and knocking against hers even through their tight tops. She had worn one of her best bras but there was only so much of the bountiful weight and momentum of her bulging breasts that she could control and Lynn was clearly in the same situation.

“I’ll show you how dirty I can get,” Lynn growled as she thrashed against Audrey. With her free hand she began to jab short, vicious punches into Audrey’s flank and belly, then sent an uppercut directly up into her quivering left breast. Audrey yanked the blonde’s hair and immediately retaliated, balling her fingers, suddenly glad she was wearing a big ring on one finger, and jabbing into the blonde’s midsection with several angry punches before targeting and rocketing her fist into one of the blonde’s big boobs. She had never used a fist against another human being before but Audrey was a quick study and she soon found a rhythm and the feeling of her little knuckles jamming into Lynn’s firm belly and the blonde’s answering moans of pain began to feel natural and satisfying even as she gritted her teeth at Lynn’s punishing punches. Nothing felt better than the heavy plop of her fist penetrating one of the blonde’s thick mammary glands, and both women spent several furious moments targeting each other’s big tits, sinking blow after blow deep into her newfound rival’s heavy breasts. The tight body contact between them made the breast punching challenging, and every time she punched Lynn’s tit she felt the shockwave from the impact shatter through her own boobs, just as she felt a little gasp and grunt of discomfort from Lynn every time she landed a blow into one of Audrey’s breasts. But the satisfaction of pounding the blonde’s boobs was too delicious to ignore and she found herself gladly, even hungrily taking the punishment as her two firm glands began to throb and pulse from the punches and from their tight contact with Lynn’s bulging rack.

Audrey couldn’t help making eye contact at close range with Lynn as the two buxom young women traded blows and shoved one another back and forth in the center of the motel room, each holding her enemy in a tight, desperate clinch. Lynn stared back at her almost with a look of sympathy, of understanding as the two women punished each other’s bodies. Audrey had never felt a thrill like this before—the taste and feel of Lynn’s hot, sweet breath blasting into her mouth as the two women panted and moaned against each other, the flash of the blonde’s muscular thighs gliding and flexing against hers as they positioned their legs against one another, the serpentine coil of Lynn’s toned waist as Audrey’s arm hugged it, her fingers instinctively gripping and squeezing one of the blonde’s ass cheeks as she fought to maintain her hold…and perhaps most of all the maddening sensation of Lynn Sawyer’s big breasts, so similar to her own weighty pair, now jostling, pressing and crushing against her chest as her own boobs fought to match them pound for pound. Maybe that was what made her stare so intently into Lynn’s eyes, and what made the blonde’s blue eyes blaze into Audrey’s brown ones with laser focus as the two women struggled against each other.

She thought she saw Lynn’s expression registering every shift in position between their warring chests and those four throbbing, quivering glands, trapped as they were within straining tops and expensive bras—the blonde’s eyes sought Audrey’s as if gauging the brunette reporter’s own reactions to the breast-to-breast crush, to their sharp rabbit punches, to the give and take of mammary flesh building between their tightly pressed chests. And she found herself staring just as intently into Lynn Sawyer’s eyes, fighting to understand the blonde stranger’s sensations, the pressure in her two big breasts, and something else Audrey was only now becoming aware of: how the centers of her boobs were becoming irritated, chafing at the pressure and growing friction as she matched her bustline against Lynn’s.

Audrey felt a hot flush on her cheeks as she realized that her nipples were hardening, straining against the taut tricot of her bra. Even worse, she could feel an answering stiffness at the leading edge of Lynn’s breasts even through the four layers of fabric that separated her nipples and aureoles from the blonde’s.

Lynn twisted against her, and Audrey almost thought she saw an intent in the other woman’s eyes, a flash of satisfaction as Audrey’s big brown eyes blinked and narrowed in discomfort and embarrassment as they forced their breasts together. She gritted her teeth and instinctively rammed her chest forward harder, angrily twisting her big boobs against Lynn’s chest, and she was rewarded with a grimace and a hiss from Lynn even as Audrey had to squeeze her eyes shut for a moment at the sharp sensation of two fleshy pinpoints jutting out from the center of Lynn’s breasts seeming to find Audrey’s hardening nubs and grind against them in a humiliating, graphic assault.

“You fucking bitch,” she moaned, twisting her shoulders to force her left breast forward against Lynn’s right one, hoping against hope that the change in pressure and position against her enemy’s boobs would ease some of the irritation off her hardening nipples. She felt almost the ghost of Lynn’s knee where it had barely missed her panty crotch and realized there was a growing heat between her legs that mirrored the stiffening, tingling feeling of her hardening nipples, and the keen, defiant stare of Lynn Sawyer’s lovely eyes matching her own only seemed to magnify a sick and twisted excitement as she grappled with the blonde.

Before she knew it they were wrestling against a wall, Lynn’s bare thighs sliding against her nylons, each woman maintaining her snakelike grip on the other’s slim waist with one hand while hanging on to her opponent’s hair with the other. They squirmed against the wall until Lynn managed to pin Audrey chest to chest, her eyes darting down to take in their matched-up, bulging, cream-colored cleavage straining and all but popping out of their stressed out tops as Lynn’s thighs gripped and squeezed Audrey’s nylon-clad gams and both women hungrily yanked each other’s faces closer as their fingers twisted and tugged at each other’s hair.

“You busty little whore,” Lynn growled against Audrey’s panting mouth as the two women wrestled slowly against the wall. “Fighting you is just like fighting Elana,” the blonde moaned huskily. “Sticking your big tits against mine…wrestling with those hot legs…”

Audrey shuddered, her heart pounding at those words. It should have been an insult, but she found herself thrilling to the sound of Lynn’s sultry voice comparing her to Elana Patterson…comparing her body to the enemy reporter’s, comparing the way she fought…

She felt a burst of pride as she clung to Lynn’s writhing body and acknowledged that she was in her first real, no-holds-barred fight against another woman, a woman who’d fought before…and she was holding her own, drawing comparisons not just to other women this blonde bar slut had thrown down with, but with Elana Fucking Patterson herself, the woman Audrey wanted to be.

“That’s good to know,” she panted breathlessly as she took Lynn’s breast-crushing pin, her body squirming against the blonde’s and tugging her face close to deliver every syllable. “Because this is as close to Elana Patterson as you’re going to get tonight.”

“Fuck you, whore,” Lynn moaned. “I’m going to strip you bare and leave your naked body as a trophy for us to fight over before I’m finished with you…”

“I’ll strip you first,” Audrey gasped, “But when I’m done with you I’m going to kick you bare-assed out onto that motel balcony so everyone can see what a beaten, big-titted blonde looks like…”

“You’re dreaming, honey,” Lynn snarled against her mouth. “I’m going to eat that cheap lipstick off your mouth and then I’m going to tear that tight blouse and skirt off and leave you in nothing but those fancy black nylons…”

“I’m going to love tearing that tight party dress off…and I’ll strangle you with your bra after I bare your big sweaty boobs…” Audrey found her thighs gripping Lynn’s tightly, desperately as the two women clinched and squirmed against the wall, and she thrilled to the sound of Lynn moaning in discomfort as her toned thighs threatened to squeeze the fight out of Lynn’s. Audrey was warming to the engagement of all her female weapons, the natural feel of another woman’s hair in her fist, the crush of Lynn’s breasts mashing and pulsing against hers, the clash of their muscular, girlish thighs and the sultry sensation of Lynn’s warm breath and hot, lipsticked mouth so close to her own. No lust-filled fuck had ever excited her the way this violent, uninhibited duel with another woman so similar to her in size and strength did now. Lynn’s threat to “eat” Audrey’s lipstick rang in her ears as her open mouth and bared teeth threatened the blonde’s lips and their own thick coating of lip gloss.

She somehow found the strength to force Lynn away from the wall and flip their positions, crushing her chest down now onto Lynn’s, wincing and gasping at the firmness of the blonde’s two torpedo-like breasts as they still managed to resist hers despite her newfound leverage. Her mouth danced over Lynn’s as the two women each seemed to dare the other to fight and attack orally.

“You’re gonna eat my lipstick, bitch?” Audrey sneered, edging her mouth closer to Lynn’s. “I ought to bite that pouty little mouth of yours and eat that cheap lip gloss off you first!”

“You bite my mouth, I’ll bite yours,” Lynn snarled. “And we’ll just see whose lipstick can take the heat!”

Audrey thought her heart would leap out of her chest as the angry, lust-charged threats continued. Nothing had prepared her for the pure insanity of this secret, unexpected encounter with a total stranger—a stranger who Audrey now felt absolute determination to defeat and dominate no matter what the cost. “I’ll match my lipstick against yours any time you want!” she found herself moaning hoarsely as she edged her mouth up against Lynn’s.

As the two women struggled against the wall Audrey found herself pressing her open, panting mouth directly against Lynn Sawyer’s. The blonde did not retreat—her hot breath blasting into Audrey’s gaping maw, Lynn shoved her angry lips forward until the two women engaged in a slow, feral mauling, teeth bared as they mashed their mouths against one another, smearing each other’s blood-red lip gloss across cheeks and chins until both women looked like they had beaten each other savagely. As Lynn’s mouth ravaged hers Audrey felt herself almost blanking out, dizzy with lust, hate and adrenaline. Now it was Lynn who was pinning her against the wall, the blonde’s curvy body squirming against hers, her thighs gripping Audrey’s with confident female power.

Audrey gripped Lynn’s blonde hair with both hands now as she fought to control the other woman’s mouth against her own. The smearing, lip to lip encounter forced moans of outrage and arousal out of both women and Audrey felt her heart pounding against Lynn’s chest and an answering, hammering rhythm from the other woman’s sternum sending a powerful pulse through her breasts, matched by a throbbing, urgent vibration from the blonde’s big boobs as they compressed against Audrey’s aroused pair.

Lynn’s fists tore at Audrey’s hair too as the two women held each other tightly and powered through what Audrey now knew was a hateful, open-mouthed rape kiss, each woman struggling to force her own mouth down onto her opponent’s with unstoppable, dominating force. She flinched as Lynn managed to bite her sucking, twisting mouth, and she furiously returned the favor, clamping her teeth down sharply on her opponent’s lower lip.

The two women briefly withdrew, keeping their gasping lips just centimeters from each other and each maintaining her grip on her rival’s hair as they glared at each other nose to nose. “You trashy little blonde bar fly!” Audrey growled, struggling to control her breathing. “Bite me again and I’ll tear you apart!”

“I’ll bite you whenever and wherever I want!” Lynn shot back at her. “I’m going to make you regret ever stepping foot in this room!”

“You cunt!” Audrey snarled. Somewhere at the back of her mind the knowledge of her appointment with Elana was still there, half compelling her to finish this struggle…but now another dirty thought overrode that instinct, and she found herself half wishing that Elana would enter now and see the spectacle of her up and coming rival locked in heated battle with a busty little blonde, both seemingly fighting over rights to Elana Patterson.

I’ll beat this blonde bitch, Audrey thought to herself. Then I’ll tangle with Elana.

Somehow, she and Lynn had now forced themselves away from the wall and now clinched and tussled back toward the center of the little motel room, still shoving at one another breast to breast and mouth to mouth, each daring the other to match her gaping, snarling lips, faces smeared now with blood-red lip gloss that only seemed to match the hot pink sheen of their two homicidal, hate-flushed faces.

“Don’t you ever call me a cunt you little sow,” Lynn snarled as she smeared her lips against Audrey’s and then in a spiteful, filthy touch forced her tongue against the brunette’s bee-stung lips in hot, angry licks. Audrey moaned in humiliation, twisting her face against Lynn’s, half avoiding, half luxuriating in those violating tongue licks—then she retaliated, yanking Lynn’s hair and head backwards and sending her own hot tongue snaking out to tease Lynn’s chin, then rake across her sneering lips and bared teeth before finally forcing her tongue deep into the blonde’s gaping mouth.

Audrey panted and gasped, groaning as Lynn’s open mouth danced around her invading tongue. She managed to withdraw it just before the blonde’s teeth snapped at her, and she focused on bracing her pelvis and thighs against Lynn’s as the two women fought to balance against one another in what remained, shockingly, an upright confrontation in the little motel room. Still gripping the blonde’s hair with one hand, Audrey reached down with her right with the memory of Lynn’s attempt to knee her crotch still fresh in her mind. She jabbed a fist under the hem of Lynn’s blue party dress where it still hugged her upper thighs and found the other woman’s panty crotch, landed an urgent little punch into the blonde’s Venus mound.

Lynn flinched, her thighs tightening against Audrey’s. “Dirty bitch,” she growled, and before the second word escaped her lips Audrey felt the blonde’s fingers reaching between her thighs to grab and squeeze her crotch.

The clinch suddenly tightened with crushing force as both women targeted each other’s panty-clad pussies, the fight reaching depths of dirty-dealing ruthlessness Audrey had barely imagined even in all her months of threats and promises about her upcoming meeting with Elana. This is what it’s like, she thought to herself—this is what it’s like to go all the way against another woman.

As her blouse crushed against the top of Lynn’s tight dress Audrey felt the sting of the blonde’s nipples pinching against hers through their bras and clothing. The hand that had punched Lynn’s pussy now gripped the blonde’s ass through her blue dress and she felt an answering clutch of Lynn Sawyer’s fingers on her own butt as her glutes gyrated in the tight confines of her little business skirt. Now the two women’s tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths as they gasped and panted against one another at the center of the room, both women exchanging furious, spiteful licks, shoving and thrusting her tongue against her enemy’s as if pure tongue strength and agility might now settle this unexpected war.

Somehow Audrey managed to catch a glimpse of herself clinched up against Lynn in a mirror over the motel room’s dresser. Lynn’s blue dress was half unzipped, down past her shoulder blades to reveal her creamy, muscular back and the straps of her matching blue bra. The blonde’s party dress had ridden up in the thigh-cleaving struggle to reveal her perfect, bare ass and barely-there blue panties, and Audrey could see her own nylon-clad thighs sliding against Lynn’s bare legs as her own short skirt rode up almost to her waistline, her sheer black hose encasing her pelvis as it braced against Lynn’s.

Audrey’s nipples throbbed against Lynn’s through their tight-pressed tops and before she knew it her hips began to press into the blonde’s squirming pelvis. Lynn’s eyes bored into Audrey’s as the two women pressed their faces together and Audrey read that same intent look of concentration and understanding, as if the blonde was silently daring her to go further and intensely measuring Audrey’s emotions just as she had as they had matched their chests together in what now seemed an eternity ago early in the catfight.

“You fucking whore,” was all Audrey could say as her hips defied Lynn’s, her smooth nylon crotch now pressing hotly into Lynn’s panties. Her breasts were pounding now as Lynn continued to match her shockingly hard nipple nubs against Audrey’s and the brunette’s own erect brown shafts tingled in response almost as if there was nothing between the four throbbing little weapons.

“Cheap pussy,” Lynn panted hotly just before the blonde began to jerk and grind her Venus mound directly into Audrey’s. The brunette’s big brown eyes widened, blazing into Lynn’s as both women silently acknowledged where this fight was now headed. Audrey felt her glutes tighten and flex as she instinctively delivered three hard thrusts back into Lynn’s crotch, returning the blonde’s attack blow for blow.

“I’ll beat your pussy off,” she moaned, grunting as Lynn jabbed firm, aggressive thrusts against her tingling cunt.

“I’ll pound you down to nothing, you little hussy,” Lynn promised.

Audrey hugged the blonde to her, the exhausting, merciless female clinch tightening, bodies writhing angrily in growing hate and urgency as the two women crushed their pounding breasts against one another. Audrey again forced her tongue against Lynn’s and the two women spat and licked hungrily, glaring into each other’s eyes as their pelvises bucked and jerked into each other and hands gripped and squeezed each other’s muscular ass cheeks.

“If this is what you want I’ll give it to you,” Audrey gasped between vicious tongue licks. “You want a pounding little fuck-off that’s what you’ll have!”

“I knew the minute I saw you waiting in here you deserved to have your pussy beaten,” Lynn moaned against Audrey’s tongue. “You’re nothing but a cheap catfight slut just like Elana…a dirty little hussy-fighter…”

“I’m going to beat you out of your little appointment with her,” Audrey promised as she jammed her crotch against Lynn’s in firm, repeating thrusts. “The only catfight you’re getting tonight is this one, with me…”

“I’ll beat you off,” Lynn replied breathlessly. “Then I’ll get Elana Patterson away from you for good!”

There was no more breath for threats after that—Audrey felt lightheaded, on the edge of collapse as she and Lynn traded pussy-pounding pelvic thrusts. Her breasts burned against Lynn’s, her blouse still agonizingly tight against her chest despite the buttons that had popped off during her tit to tit struggle with the blonde. The tight chest contact only added to the insane, adrenaline-charged arousal of the encounter, but Audrey felt her mind and body’s focus centering on the aggressive duel between her throbbing crotch and Lynn’s now. The hot triangle of the other woman’s vulva slammed and scoured mercilessly against her nylon crotch and the tingling pussy lips bulging between her thighs, and she took Lynn Sawyer’s measure with her pussy as she matched the center of her womanhood directly against the blonde’s cunt, eager to discover whose was bigger, lusher, hotter and more dominant.

As the clinch tightened she began to press slowing, insistent grinds into Lynn’s pussy as the blonde slowly sawed her vulva into Audrey’s. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt out the other woman’s sexual anatomy, almost feeling Lynn’s labial folds and the arousing contours of her cunt as the enemy pussy jerked and rubbed against hers.

“I’ll make you come,” someone said. Audrey could never later remember who uttered the threat, but it quickly pushed both women over the edge. Her pelvis bucked rapidly against Lynn’s in desperate, pulsing pussy strokes, and Lynn matched her thrust for thrust, pubic bone against pubic bone as her tongue lashed against the blonde’s and the two women exchanged frantic, life-sustaining gasps.

“Cunt!” Lynn suddenly screamed, her body bucking wildly against Audrey’s. Seconds later the brunette felt a carnal explosion between her thighs and she found herself sinking on top of Lynn Sawyer’s defeated body.

The two women lay together on the floor, Audrey’s chest pinning Lynn’s, her face buried in the blonde’s shoulder and hair as she slowly recovered, both women’s gasping breaths slowing to deep, exhausted respiration. After what seemed like five minutes Audrey managed to raise her head enough to look into Lynn’s face, slowly gripping the other woman’s hair with both hands to force the blonde to look her in the eye as they nestled together in a disheveled, sweating mess on the motel room floor.

“Get out of here,” Audrey said.