Part 2 of "A Social Affair" by Sidekick [email protected]

The women glared at each other across the room. Catherine realized she
was breathing as hard as
though she had run half a mile. She couldn't remember the last time she
had been this excited.

The bedroom was spacious and carpeted. A lavish queen-sized bed was at
one end. The bed had
no headboard. And the walls behind the bed and on either side were
comprised entirely of
mirrors. "This must be Connie's bedroom," Catherine thought to herself.
"It is not hard to see
what she likes to do-- the naughty girl."

After several seconds Connie said, "Finally. I've been dying to do this
all evening slut".
Catherine smiled, replying, "Come on bitch. Let's get it on."

Warily eyeing each other, the two women began to slowly remove all
jewelry. Their necklaces,
rings, bracelets, earrings were removed and set aside. Slowly they came
together in an ever
shrinking circle; glaring at each other. They knew what they were here
for and both planned to
enjoy it.

Nearing each other, they begin reaching for each other with open arms.
The women seemed to
melt into one form--like a hand in glove. They grabbed each other's
hair and waist. Their legs
parted as they wrapped them around each other's legs the best they could
without falling; tits and
nipples pressed together tightly.

They groaned with pleasure as they grabbed hands full of hair and begin
to jerk each others' head
back and forth as they stumbled around the room. After a few seconds,
they were panting from
the excitement rising in them as their bodies pressed together. They
were face to face; their
cheeks rubbing, they could almost taste the champagne on each others'
lips. They grunted and
groaned as they began their battle of domination.

Their grips on each others hair tightened as they continued struggling
face to face. After several
minutes they fell on to the foot of the bed. Their desire to dominate
and control each other
intensified as they rushed to wrap their legs around their opponent's
legs and waist. Their skirts
rode up high around their waists as they wrestled their stocking clad
legs together. The violet
silk bedspread offered no traction for the fighting women and they were
soon slipping and sliding
uncontrollably over the top of the bed.

Thrashing wildly, they soon slipped from the bed onto the floor.
Landing with a hard thud, they
remained locked in a fighting embrace wedged against one of the mirrored
walls. Having no
room to maneuver, they lay together with Connie partially on top of
Catherine. Glaring at each
other, they once again grabbed a fistful of the others' hair as they
used their other hand to
squeeze, pull, and twist the others breasts.

Tiring from the opening struggle, they each noticed their images on the
mirrored walls. Connie
looked at the raunchy sight of the two of wrapped up together; their
skirts up around their waists
exposing their sheer panty covered asses. Connie had her leg sexily
thrown over Catherine's
body. Her knee was bent with the calf between Catherine's spread legs.
Their once perfectly
coiffed hair now was in wild disarray. Their designer dress straps
draped down over their
shoulders. Connie was mesmerized by the sight of them as she lay there
taking it in for a
moment. Catherine was also unable to resist examining what she and
Connie looked like cat
fighting on the floor.

Both women were pleased and excited by what they saw. Strangely,
Catherine was not the
slightest bit disgusted or sorry about what she and Connie had started.
This was not like her; or
was it? The two women were transfixed by their sexy image in the mirror.

Eventually after having rested a bit, they turned to look at each other
again. "Like what you see,
cunt?" Connie purred.
"Yeah", Catherine moaned, "I see me beating your fucking slut ass!"

They each moved to renew their fight, but quickly found there wasn't
enough room to move
between the bed and the mirrored wall.

"I need some room to fight you, bitch," Connie hissed.

"Fine, get off me you cow. I'm ready to rock and roll," Catherine shot
back as she shoved her
hands into Connie's breasts.

Slowly, they rose to their feet. Their eyes remained locked in their
hatred for the other as they
walked back to the center of the room.

They charged at each other, their bodies slamming together as both women
moaned from the
impact. With lightening speed, they grabbed each others tits through
their dresses. Connie's
fingers tightened as she ripped her hands to the side ripping the front
of Catherine's dress wide
open exposing her lacy black bra. Enraged, Catherine grabbed the
shoulder straps of Connie's
dress and ripped them down of her shoulders exposing a silky red bra.

Their perfectly manicured nails began to rake at the others breasts,
their fingers digging into the
other's hard nipples. Their bras soon feel in shreds to the floor.
Legs kicked and lashed out
furiously. In just a few seconds they were left standing only in their
panties and stockings. Their
chests heaved up and down as panted and gasped for air as they tried to
catch their breaths.

Catherine noticed that they were similarly undressed. She in black thigh
highs and Connie in red.
Both wore sheer panties that left nothing to the imagination. Their
breasts covered with
scratches and their nipples were hard.

The two women attacked each other eagerly once again and were soon
doubled over at the waist
as they continued to pull hair and kick each other. Their legs wrapped
together causing them to
lose their balance and fall heavily to the floor. They rolled across the
floor, their legs wrapped
around each other's waist. Each woman grunted with exertion when she
found herself being
mounted and dominated by the other. They scratched at each other's
stocking clad legs,
squeezed breasts and nipples and slugged each other in the back, sides,
anywhere the could reach.
They were mauling at each other anyway they could.

Presently Catherine found herself rubbing her pussy on Connie's leg
searching out pussy to pussy
contact with the bitch. Connie seemed to have the same thought as the
women rolled to a stop on
their sides. Slowly at first, they began to bump their pussies together
in a fucking motion. The
rough fight had pushed their sheer see-through panties half off their
shapely asses. Catherine and
Connie began to grind harder and faster against each other as they
continued their hair pulling
and breast mauling.

Side by side the two women continued their erotic fight. Out of the
corner of her eye, Catherine
noticed an image in the mirror behind Connie. It took her another
minute to realize that the
bedroom door was open-- she was seeing the reflection of Councilman
Dandridge in the doorway
watching them!

( there will be more to come. ;-) )