HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 12

“Nice place,” she managed to say as she glanced around the foyer.

“Yes…” Kristin nodded. “You did me a favor whoring yourself out to Tom,” she sneered quietly. “Gave me an excuse to take him for everything he had.”

“I didn’t give a shit about Tom,” Alex said tartly. “I just wanted to get to you.”

“Let’s go downstairs,” the other brunette said after staring Alex down for a long, vicious moment.

Alex followed the other woman toward a doorway off the foyer and down a dark, narrow flight of stairs, watching as Kirstin peeled off her top to reveal a black bra, her long waist flaring just above the blackness of her pants, swaying provocatively as she headed down to the basement. Alex followed suit, stripping off the damp black top over her head as she stepped down into the floor of the house’s lower level.

There was a lavish, neon-lit bar on one side of the room and far more space than Alex had anticipated. A few black leather couches lined the walls and there were stools for the bar but apart from that the big basement consisted largely of open space and a deep shag carpet lining the floor, as if it had been constructed with this very purpose in mind—a hidden arena where two women could strip and confront one another away from prying eyes.

Kristin was peeling the tight leather pants off her pelvis and thighs like a serpent shedding its skin, the low neon lighting casting her body in vivid hues as she tossed her pants on a couch and stretched in front of Alex clad only in a brief black bra and high-riding black satinpanties. The raven-haired young woman stood confidently, hands on her hips and tugging provocatively at the black straps of her panties as if she faced down angry women in her underwear every day.

Alex chewed the inside of her cheek as she kept her gaze locked on Kristin’s face, glancing occasionally downward to take in the other brunette’s willowy, sculpted body. There was no turning back now and she maintained her stare as she unzipped her leather pants and bent low to slowly peel them off her hips, her pelvis shifting back and forth temptingly, breasts surging downward to show off their creamy hemispherical contours as Alex pulled first one leg then the other free of that protective leather shielding that had kept Kristin from squeezing her crotch into submission back at the bar.

Now the two women stood almost as mirror images at the center of the basement, and as Alex’s eyes adjusted to the low lighting she realized that the walls opposite the bar, behind and to the side of Kristin and indeed behind her, were mirrored, giving her a view of an infinity of Kristin Colts backing up the real woman, and angles that allowed her to see the other brunette from behind, her sculpted back and round, muscular butt flexing in tawny confidence while Alex studied her.

Alex tossed her black pants aside and stood in her own ensemble of jet-black underwear, coldly displaying her stripped down body to Kristin while the raven-haired townie’s eyes raked up and down Alex’s exposed figure. Alex had been trained in Hollywood to pose and move gracefully but she saw no awkwardness in her small-town rival, and Kristin was putting on a sultry body show that would have put any would-be Tinseltown starlet to shame.

They had reached a moment of truth now, Alex realized as she glanced down at Kristin’s bra and the supple, tawny cleavage and swell of her two C-cup breasts. She had seen Kristin in swimsuits before but she had never managed to see the other brunette undressed otherwise, and she knew she wasn’t going to get into a fight in her brassiere. Both women seemed to be eyeing each other’s bras and chests expectantly and Alex instinctively knew it was her move since Kristin had been the first to strip off her top on their way down to the basement. She glared at the other young woman as she arched her back and found the bra clasp between her shoulder blades, then slipped the straps off her shoulders and peeled the hot bra, still damp from the sweat of the tavern, off her two perfect, pink-nippled breasts.

Kristin’s face seemed to go slack, her eyes half-lidded as she stared at Alex’s bare breasts. Alex dropped one hand to her hip, fiddling with the waistband of her black panties in provocation, and Kristin glanced back up to stare into her face as she too reached behind her, undid her bra and slid it off her breasts in one smooth motion, tossing it onto the floor atop Alex’s. Alex stared pointedly at Kristin’s two pert, jutting breasts, the two glands perfectly mirroring the supple firmness of Alex’s right down to the small areoles and thrusting, alert nipples—except those nipples and areoles were a fierce, dark brown that contrasted wildly with Alex’s pale pink weapons. She wondered for a second whether the other brunette had had a breast job, those two orbs were so perfectly shaped, but she remembered the soft and seductive feel of Kristin’s bustline pressing into hers and knew that what she’d experienced had to be the feel of firm, natural flesh.

Alex fed on the electric atmosphere building up in the dim and spacious basement lounge. After the overwhelming noise and heat of the tavern the sheer silence at the bottom of this house was almost deafening. She could easily hear Kristin’s deep, even breathing from a few feet away along with the hum of a mini refrigerator behind the bar. And with the smell of booze and sweat gone she could smell the scent of body wash and perfume on Kristin mixing with her own patchouli “hippy perfume.”