Part 3 of "A Social Affair".  by Sidekick


  When he opened the bedroom door, Councilman Dandridge stopped dead in his tracks transfixed
  by the sight before him. Catherine and Connie were rolling slowly across the floor in a spirited
  catfight.  His eyes bulged and mouth dropped open.  He panted and stared as he
  felt his cock growing and straining against his trousers. 

  The women rolled away from each other.  Panting heavily they rose to their knees.  Both
  turned to look at the Councilman; each used the brief seconds to catch their breath.  All three
  stared at each other, their eyes filled with lust--but for different reasons.  In an instant, the two
  women turned their faces back to each other as they grabbed double fists full of hair and
  pulled each other back to the floor in a tangle of long legs, arms, torsos all straining in womanly
  combat.

  Connie and Catherine's legs were wrapped together like grape vines. Catherine smacked her
  knee against her opponent's tender pussy. Connie tried to hold back her moan of pain but with
  little success.  A smile flashed across Catherine's face at her opponent's agony. 

  Both women rubbed their breasts which were red and scratched from roughly sliding across each
  other and the carpet as they struggled for position.  As the rolled across the floor, they yanked
  their heads back by the hair and slugged their fists into each other's sides. 

  "Unnnngghh!" Catherine cried out as she received a knee between the legs.  She slugged Connie
  in retaliation.
  The "ommmmpf!" from Connie gratified Catherine as she kept pounding her fists into Connie.

  Dandridge slowly backed up slowly towards the edge of the bed never taking his eyes off the
  women battling on the floor in front of him.  He was mesmerized by the sights and sounds before
  him. Not being able to help himself, he started rubbing his "hard-on" through his pants.  He placed
  his other hand on the satin bed cover as he leaned back to continue enjoying the show the women
  were putting on in front of him. 

  The contrast of the women's red and black stockings accented their struggle. Catherine clamped
  her legs together tightly around Connie's.   Using her hold on Connie's hair for leverage, Catherine
  stretched her body out as flat as she could, squeezing and pulling Connie's stocking down her
  thigh.   "Ahhhhhhaaa!" Catherine screamed trying to break her foe in two. 

  Connie's hatred for her foe showed once again as she slugged Catherine in the stomach.
  "Ugggghhhhh! Catherine wailed.  For a few furious seconds both women used one hand to punch
  each other as quickly and hard as they could both to wear down their enemy. Fists thudded into
  soft flesh as they went at each other with wild abandon.   None of the punches had much force
  and did little damage except to bruise the already reddened skin of the two warriors. 

  Their arms tiring, Connie and Catherine stopped punching and rolled over each other so that they
  were once again facing each other on their knees.  Leaning forward, they grabbed each other in
  bear hugs their battered breasts squeezed savagely between them. Rocking side to side, they
  finally succeeded in throwing each other to the floor landing with a soft. Their faces were pressed
  together as they rolled over each cheek to cheek across the floor.

  The muscles in their forearms and upper arms strained as they tried to crush each other.  Their
  legs were thrashing and wrestling in a battle of their own.  Stockings were pushed lower and lower
  as they kneed, kicked and wrestled.

  They finally rolled to a stop with Catherine partially on top of Connie.  Catherine turned her head
  toward Connie's ear her hair matted from sweat and hopelessly tangled, she whispered a
  challenge to her foe,"you fucking bitch.  I'm going to shred you".  Connie then leaned into
  Catherine's ear.  "Come on you slut".  I'm ready for you. Let's party". 

  The women continued to squeeze each other, their arms trembling slightly from the exertion of
  their hold on the other. so hard their arms were slightly shaking. They were sliding and shifting
  from sweat.

   After a moment they both relaxed in their embrace, breathing heavily.  Catherine's pussy was on
  fire and dripping profusely. She shifted and humped towards her foe's leg and pussy. "Ohhh, fuck
  you!" she panted.

  Connie was also becoming very excited by their intimate contact as she humped against
  Catherine's leg. "Come on, bitch", she growled.  

  Their panties were drenched and clinging to their skin as they separated their legs.  Inching up
  closer to each other, they clamped their legs together again with their pussies pressed together.

  Dandridge's eyes were jumping out of his head as he rubbed his cock faster and faster. He
  contemplated pulling down his pants to do it right. 'Hell, the women are naked so why shouldn't I
  be,' he thought to himself as he unbuckled his belt and let his fall to his ankles.  Stroking his
  swollen cock, he moaned as he sat on the bed. His tongue slipped out of the corner of his mouth
  as he watched with lust as the beautiful women continued to fight in front of him.

  "Hhhhhhhmmmmmmm!", Catherine humped her pussy into Connie's furiously.

  "Aaawwwwww!: Connie humped her rival faster and faster.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck, ...", Catherine
  moaned as she was now was loosing control.  The women released their bear hug and grabbed
  each other's hair.  Clamping their other hands on a rival breast, they dug their nails in savagely.
  Arching their backs and pulling each other's head's back obscenely, they screamed as
  their orgasms washed over them.        

  Dandridge stood up at the end of the bed, pumping and pumping his pulsating cock.
  'Awwwwww, god', he moaned as he shot a stream of cum up in the air.  He continued to spurt
  two - three - four times as the sticky mess pooled on the carpet.

  Catherine and Connie lay still partially entwined on the floor with their chests heaving in
  relaxation.  After several minutes, Catherine pushed herself up on her elbows.  She saw
  Councilman Dandridge resting on the bed with his now limp cock still dripping between his legs
  and his pants around his ankles. 

  "My god!", she thought.  "What was he thinking?  What is he doing here?".  Then she remembered
  seeing him come into the room, what seemed like hours ago.  Wincing and rubbing her sore leg,
  she looked down to see herself tangled with Connie.  Their beautiful legs were still wrapped over
  each other's.  Thighs and calves were scratched.  Knees were red.  They were clad in their
  respective red and black stockings, now hopelessly shredded and pushed down around and
  below their knees.  Their sheer panties were wet and clinging to them; riding so low as to leave
  their pussies and asses almost completely exposed.  Connie was laying with her arm around her
  waist, still breathing heavily.  Her own breasts heaved up and down, nipples hard and erect.

  She glanced across the room to see the reflection in the mirrored wall.  "Damn, is that me?", she
  mused.  She watched herself primp her hair, which was a tangled mop, matted with sweat and
  sticking out in all directions.  Her mascara was smeared all over her face in black streaks. Connie
  looked much the same.  Catherine felt detached from the surreal image of the two virtually naked
  women tangled and sweating on the floor.  Then looking back at the Councilman and his cock still
  dripping cum, she realized how they must look to him.  "Hmmmmmm, looks like he thoroughly
  enjoyed himself.", she thought, sighing and cupping her sore left breast. 

  She felt no embarrassment; but rather the flush of pride and a little tingle of excitement.  She and
  Connie must have put on one hell of a show.  It pleased her to be such an object of desire.  And
  she was also strangely titillated by their brazen struggle.  "That bitch and I really went at it", she
  said to herself.  And a little curl of a smile began to roll across her face at the thought.  Looking
  down at Connie now, she still wanted to slap her; if she wasn't so tired.   

  It took several minutes for everyone to compose themselves. They all slowly started to rise. 
  and see what had become of their clothes.  The women's dresses were ruined.  Connie opened
  her closet and picked out something else to wear as Catherine looked on wondering what she
  would do.  She was very tired, but strangely elated and somehow proud of herself and her effort
  against Connie.  She rubbed her sore breasts gingerly. 

  Connie smirked as she turned and saw Catherine's naked body with its bruised and scratched
  breasts and tangled and matted hair. "Damn, you look as pitiful as you fight, slut". 

  "Don't worry about me, you pig", retorted Catherine.  "You could loan me some clothes, if you had
  any class". 

  "Go ahead," Connie said as she motioned towards the closet snorting in enjoyment of Catherine's
  predicament. "Nobody wants to see you driving home naked. It would traumatize them for life",
  she smiled at her own wit. 

  Catherine moved over and picked out a dress.  Her panties and bra were in shreds.  She winced
  as she pulled the dress over her head and down over tender nipples. Her body ached.  She
  reached over to take the hair brush after Connie had finished using and attempted to make her
  hair look as presentable as possible.  Turning towards Councilman Dandridge, the two women saw
  him straightening his tie and looking embarrassed. 

  When he saw them looking at him, he sheepishly cleared his throat.  "Ummmm, ah, well,
  ladies.  It was a very successful and enjoyable evening."

  The women looked amused. "Yes, I'm sure you found it enjoyable," Connie replied with sarcasm
  dripping off of every syllable.  "I'm also sure you will be making a sizeable donation to our
  foundation.  Shall we say $5,000?" She smiled sweetly.

  Dandridge looked shocked. His eyes widened in indignation. "Don't think you can blackmail me!"
  Dandridge shot back, his mind racing ways to save him.  "Don't forget, I can easily reveal what
  I've seen in this room this evening.  I think your foundation will be making a sizable donation to my
  reelection effort," he said confidently. 

  Catherine and Connie exchanged glances.  They turned back to Dandridge.  Catherine smiled and
  said, "You think you can blackmail us?  What makes you think we care if you tell what happened
  here?"  Connie acknowledged her agreement with Catherine's statement with a wicked smile.

  Dandridge stared at the two women grimly.  A long seasoned campaigner, he had been through
  many political wars and knew he had to play his hand just right and he was not sure if they were
  serious.  "I would think you lovely and gracious ladies would be mortified to have your fellow
  foundation members know what really happened here this evening." His voice trembled just a bit
  as he tried to sound confident but his fear of their quick agreement and confident, smiling faces
  sabotaged his effort.

  Catherine countered, "Come on Councilman.  How to you know we don't do this every Saturday
  night?"
  "Yes," Connie purred in assistance... "Women have secrets from men you know". 

  They both raised their eyebrows pleasantly.  Each woman placed her hands on her hips
  confidently and stood squarely facing Dandridge as their confrontation continued.  The tension
  was palpable as Connie raised the stakes. "But I think the good voters of this city, not to mention
  your fellow councilman, might be very interested to know about your disgusting habits at parties
  when you get a little too much champagne?"

  "Yes," Catherine joined in eagerly.  "I'll swear we found you up here by yourself jacking off on the
  bed-and we do have quite a bit of evidence to prove you were here," she said pointing to the
  dark spot on the floor near the Councilman's feet.

  There was a loud, long silence as the Councilman considered the tenuous position he found
  himself in. Dandridge smiled briefly and shrugged his shoulders.   "Ladies, it's really my word
  against yours. A moment of indiscretion on all our parts.  Who would blame me, 2 beautiful
  women, hhhhhmmmm.  None of us has any proof as to what led up to "that" I'm afraid."    He
  smiled and then turned to go as he straightened his tie once again.

  The women watched and let out a slight sigh of relief as Dandridge disappeared out the bedroom
  door.  They turned toward each other relieved to be alone once again. "He won't do it. Will
  he?" questioned Catherine. 

  "Who knows", answered Catherine honestly. 

  They both were lost in their own thoughts for several seconds.  Then coming back to reality, they
  reflected on the incredible brazen battle they had waged with each other that evening.  In spite of
  all the emotion and energy they had expended at each other, they both felt the familiar growing
  animosity that had started the whole affair. In spite of themselves they slowly walked closer and
  once again came nose to nose.

  "This isn't over, slut", Connie said placing her hands on her hips. 

  Catherine smiled and responded, "No.  It certainly isn't you cunt".

  After several more seconds, the confrontation ended as Catherine turned to leave.  As she walked
  downstairs and slipped out of the house before she was seen, she laughed about the evening's
  bizarre events. 

  "Goodness only knows what will happen next", she thought.  "But it might be fun to find out".