CLAW MARKS

By

David H. M.

Carrie liked being naked when lolling in a hot tub but with all of the cameras around she stayed dresssed in her skimpy black bikini. She wasn't about to give away any nudie pics. She considered herself a good girl and never could pose raw or do porn. Carrie was on a fitness-modeling shoot at a ritzy ski resort. The hot tub sat on an open deck away from the glass enclosed pool and weight lifting room.

Suddenly Carrie spotted Ava, the other female model on the shoot, hurrying past the pool, broad shoulders erect, and chin up. Carrie could tell that Ava was pissed about something. Ava had a fiery temper and a reputation as a babe who knew how to brawl.

Carrie quickly managed to ignore Ava. As she turned her face to the cold dark sky, her long blond hair fell in a wave behind her. She liked the feel of the heavy snowflakes on her smooth white skin. Carrie worked out of Los Angeles. She was 22, 5'10 1/2”, and 140 pounds. Her curves were sleek and gorgeous, her eyes an alluring gray-green.

Carrie leveled her gaze again and saw that Ava was obviously looking for someone in the exercise area. She had about a dozen people to choose from. Ava was a year or two older than Carrie, a bit taller, and ten pounds heavier. She had long reddish hair and a big chest. Carrie didn't envy Ava's big boobs. Carrie liked her own sexy 34C's. Ava wore red sweats and heavy stomping shoes.

Carrie yawned and closed her eyes. She had lucked out by having the hot tub to herself. At times Carrie cherished being alone. The idea of ever having to get out of the tub and enter the 15degree cold made her shiver.

Carrie opened her eyes when she heard the sliding glass door shudder open. She saw Ava barge through and charge toward her.

“I've been looking all over for you, you filthy bitch,” Ava snarled.

Ava's rage, directed at her, stunned Carrie. Her body went rigid. Her lovely mouth hung open in shock.

Ava came to the edge of the hot tub and with her muscular legs spread leaned forward. “Get out of there or I'll pull you out by the hair.”

Carrie scrambled out of the tub. She wasn't afraid of Ava but she couldn't very well defend herself submerged in boiling water. “What's wrong with you,” Carrie asked in a calm voice. Carrie kept wary eyes on Ava as she groped behind for the large yellow towel draped over the railing. Ice-cold night air blasted over Carrie's wet and practically bare flesh. Carrie shivered and her teeth chattered from the cold.

Ava made fists. “Oh, pretend you don't know. I kind of figured your cock-hungry cunt would get you in trouble. You've been coming on to Wade since you first saw him. “

“Get real,” Carrie snapped. Wade was Ava's squeeze and the male model on the shoot. He didn't turn Carrie on in the least even though he was good-looking. He just wasn't Carrie's type. Wade was too macho for Carrie who went for guys she could easily control. Besides, Carrie was more into girls than guys lately anyway. Wade was also a karate instructor and the one who taught Ava how to fight. “It's the other way around,'' Carrie said, remaining calm.

Once Carrie decided that the grazing of her bare thighs, the fingers on her breasts, and the hand rub of her rear, weren't accidents, she warned Wade to back off.

“I guess you're going to tell Ava,” he countered.

“Only if it happens again.”

To cover his sorry ass the little sneak ran to Ava with a convoluted story about Carrie being the sexual predator. Carrie felt her own anger rising. “Wade does his Arnold routine on me every chance he gets,” Carrie explained.

“Quit lying, Carrie,” Ava snarled. Enough light came from inside that Carrie could see the savagery in Ava's eyes.

Carrie shrugged. Her hands were behind here back searching for the towel. Where was it she wondered? Her frozen nipples stuck out like fingers pointing against the thin bikini top and ice filmed her tingling skin but she didn't dare take her eyes off of Ava. She wriggled her pretty toes to give them warmth. “Believe what you want.”

“I'll do more than that,” Ava threatened. “I'll dig claw marks into that beautiful face of yours so no camera will ever want to look at you again.”

“Oh shit,” Carrie muttered. Ava's vicious tone took away some of Carrie's courage. She imagined her perfect skin crisscrossed with gashes. Carrie brought her hands around protectively and managed to brace herself just in time.

Ava sprang forward, her hands out in front of her body and her fingers flexed like hawk claws. Carrie did a lot of training in kickboxing but she didn't have room to get off a kick or a punch. Besides, the deck was slippery so good balance was impossible. All Carrie could do was grab Ava's wrists to keep Ava's nails from slashing her face.

Ava was strong. She pressed into Carrie and Carrie felt her long slim legs buckling. Ava brought a knee up into the delicate area between Carrie's thighs. A wild pain shot through Carrie and she feared that a volcano had erupted in her pussy.

The bigger and stronger Ava forced Carrie back into the railing but Carrie refused to let go of Ava's wrists. Ava bared her fangs and bit into the knuckles of Carrie's right hand drawing blood. Carrie howled and pulled Ava with her over the railing and into the deep mattress of soft snow.

Carrie tumbled away and got onto her hands and knees. She felt out of breath from Ava having fallen on her. For an instant Carrie lost tract of Ava and didn't see her get up. Carrie took a big gulp of air and then all of a sudden Ava's big boot caught Carrie in her flat belly.

Carrie moaned from the horrible pain and rolled onto her side, clutching her sore gut.

Ava kicked at Carrie again and caught her on a firm ass cheek. Carrie's beautiful rump went numb to the bone. Carrie rolled onto her back just as Ava brought her right foot up to deliver another stomp.

Carrie jackknifed into a sitting position and grabbed Ava's raised foot toppling her backwards. Carrie struggled to stand, lost her balance because a paralyzing numbness had spread into her legs, and fell face first into the snow. She didn't stay there long.

With effort Carrie pulled herself to her feet. She wiped the snow from her eyes just in time to clear her vision and see Ava pushing herself up. As Ava stood Carrie leaped at her, knocking her off balance and backwards.

They were rolling in the snow, long legs intertwined, with one pulling on the others hair. Carrie had the sensation of her blond hair being ripped from roots. For a moment Ava got on top and tried to slam a sharp elbow into Carrie's mouth. When Carrie brought her arms up to shield her face Ava lowered her attack and Carrie felt Ava's nails raking her chest.

“Oh god,” Carrie moaned, fearing that Ava had plucked loose a tender nipple. Suddenly Ava's strong fingers were squeezing Carrie's breast the way someone squeezes large peaches to puncture the skin and draw juice. Carrie felt weakened and lightheaded and knew she had to do something or pass out. Tears flooded her eyes. She wriggled and squirmed to break loose and then grabbed a hank of Ava's hair and jerked Ava's head roughly to the side. Carrie rolled free. For an instant both Carrie and Ava disappeared in the snow.

They got to their feet at the same moment. Carrie continued to reel from the punishment Ava had inflicted. Carrie shoved ice- heavy ropes of hair away from her face and blinked her eyes to clear away the blur. She leaned forward, put her hands on her quivering bare knees to steady herself, and took a moment to try to catch her breath.

Snow covered her and she could feel those chunks of ice on her scalp. She saw Ava lift her shoulders, a prelude to another attack, so Carrie didn't dare waste any more time. She brought her right arm up, crooked it, and raced toward Ava as best she could in almost knee high snow. Carrie close lined Ava solidly in the upper chest just below the throat knocking the wind from her. Ava dropped into the snow on her haunches making gasping or maybe even choking sounds.

“Are you going to behave?” Carrie demanded. Ava threw her head back in defiance. “I punch hard, Ava. If I hit you I'll break your jaw. Will you behave?”

Ava complied by weakly nodding her head.

Carrie stepped back. She ran her hands over her aching bare breasts, felt a stickiness, and knew that she had smeared herself with her own blood. When Carrie ran her palms over her thighs she realized that she had lost the bikini bottoms too. Carrie was too enraged to feel modest.

Carrie trudged through the snow knowing she had a job to do. A crowd had gathered on the deck to watch the fight. Carrie scanned the eager faces looking for one particular face, Wade's. She found him, smirking, and raking a hand through his wavy blond hair. He was such a smug arrogant prick.

Carrie climbed onto the deck, her beautiful bare tits jiggling, her succulent shaved pussy uncovered for all to view. That everyone was getting this treat infuriated her even more. “After I kick your ass,” Carrie sneered, “You're going to tell Ava the truth.”

“Kick my ass,” Wade sneered. “That's a joke. I'll hurt you, Carrie,” He warned as he went into a karate stance. He stood six feet and weighed a solid 185.

“Don't flatter yourself.” Carrie feinted a kick to his nuts with her bare right foot and he fell for it. When he lowered his guard Carrie left hooked him on the face. A round kick behind his left knee brought him down. Carrie straddled him, hands on hips. None of the onlookers came to his rescue. “Still want to fight?”

Looking up at her he coward speechless. Carrie could see his right eye closing. The shiner would be a reminder of losing a fight to a female. And when the eye healed he'd always have that image of being battered and helpless and peering up her smooth thighs and glimpsing her sex and knowing forever that a woman beat him.

“Well.” Carrie was pumped and hoping he'd try something.

“No. I don't want to fight,” he whimpered.

Carrie didn't like the idea of Wade and all the others seeing her naked so she went for the towel. Suddenly she was aware that she was freezing. She wrapped herself snugly and slipped into her sandals. She couldn't stop shivering from the cold. All the while Wade remained still. Obviously he was too afraid to rise without her permission.

“You can get up now and go and see how Ava is. Make sure you tell her about your big lie. Understand?”

“Yes.” He got shakily to his feet.

“The show is over,” Carrie said in a firm voice to those encircling her. In the heavily falling snow she watched the crowd disperse, tossed the towel aside, and examined her wounds especially

her breasts. She patted her ass and felt the soreness. “Just some bruises and scratches,” she sighed to herself as she dropped back into the hot tub.

END