The afternoon was humid and hot. The sizzling sidewalks were a perfect match for Stephanie’s rage. Last night her boyfriend Paul had broken their Friday night date, claiming he had to work late. At 3AM a friend called to say she’d spotted Paul at a club with Krys, a redhead that Stephanie had gone to school with. After receiving the news Stephanie cried on and off for hours but slowly a transformation took place. Her betrayal built from self-pity to anger and from anger to rage.
Finally she looked up Krys’ phone number and address in the phone book. When she picked up the phone she was planning to give that cheap bitch a piece of her mind but she never dialed the number. Screaming wouldn’t give her the satisfaction she needed. She needed to face this man stealing cunt woman to woman. She showered and changed into a padded bra, heavy shirt, jeans and boots in preparation for a tough fight.
She arrived at her rival’s condo and mashed down the doorbell. When the door flew open she was eye to eye with her hated rival. They were just about the same height, five four or so, though Stephanie looked a bit taller in her boots. Glaring at Krys’ slender frame wrapped in the terrycloth bathrobe, Stephanie figured she didn’t weigh much more than her own 110 pounds. Krys’ long red hair hung down below her shoulders. The brunette couldn’t wait to rip it out by the roots but Krys stopped her with a few sharp words.
“Poor baby,” Krys said snidely, “looks like she lost her man.”
“Looks like I’m gonna bust you up so bad, he’ll never want to look at you again,” Stephanie growled.
“Well, you certainly looked like you’re dressed for it,” Krys said with sneer, “Bet you wouldn’t be so brave without all that padding.”
“What are you talking about?”
Krys opened her robe to reveal that she was just wearing a pair of green bikini panties.
“If you want to come in, I’ll fight you for him,” Krys explained, “But we’re going to settle this fair and square, no padding, no boots, flesh to flesh to the finish.”
“Whatever turns you on,” Stephanie snarled, “I’ll kick your ass with clothes or without.”
Krys stood aside to let Stephanie in. While Stephanie undressed, she pushed the coffee table into the corner, leaving a large space of living room rug for their battle. Turning around she saw the brunette standing there in just a pair of white cotton panties. Her tits were small but firm, with dark brown aureole around the button like nipples. Her slender body was tanned and toned. Krys let her robe drop to the floor. Stephanie stared at her rival’s strong, slender body. Krys’ breasts had a slight uplift, which accentuated the puffy pink circles around her pencil eraser nipples.