HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 10

Now the two women seemed to find, for at least a few moments, the strength to fight—to slap, punch and jab at bare bellies and tank tops, kick and knee one another, then finally grab hair and clinch together in a far more energetic dance than the slow, sultry embrace they’d shared back in the midst of the tavern. But as quickly as the burst of hateful energy came it began to ebb and Kristin caught a glimpse of a bouncer heading toward the two angry brunettes and she quickly grabbed Alex by the hair and dragged her toward the exit.

The night was cold as they stumbled out into the empty alley and Kristin raised her fists as Alex took a few staggering steps toward her—but the tavern bouncer still followed and sent a warning glance to the two brunettes that had them pausing, each drawing ragged, spent breaths as they struggled to stay upright in the freezing air.

Kristin managed to lower her arms and both women eyed the bouncer in defeat as the hulking man retreated back inside the bar but kept the door open to observe them from the warmth of the tavern. She sucked in cold January air as she stared at Alex, daring her to continue the fight, in a numb staredown that seemed to last for five minutes.

“You want more?” Kristin said finally in a voice low enough not to carry to the tavern doorway and bouncer.

“Fuck yes I want more,” Alex said in a husky, nipple-hardening voice as she nodded slowly.

Kristin walked up to her until the two sultry brunettes were once again nose to nose, their hot breath visible in the cold air as it intermingled and caressed each other’s faces.

“I’m not going to put on a show for a bunch of drunk assholes,” Kristin said quietly as she stared into Alex’s eyes. “You come to my house and my basement and the two of us can settle this in private, no rules.”

“Good.” Alex glared at her but Kristin could see the ardor in the other woman’s face. “I don’t want any interruptions,” she said, glancing downward at Kristin’s hips. “And nothing getting in between us.”

“Then you’ll have to strip those leather pants off and go without your precious pussy protection, won’t you?” Kristin taunted.

“I don’t have any issues stripping out of these,” Alex sneered into Kristin’s face as she glanced downward at Kristin’s body. “And you’ve got a nerve talking about ‘pussy protection’ when you practically wore an athletic cup here tonight.”

“I’m not wearing anything more than you are,” Kristin snapped, triggered in spite of herself. “We were both smart enough to show up here prepared tonight so let’s fucking leave it at that.”

“You want to fight or not?” Alex said quickly, as if Kristin was trying to weasel out of the confrontation—and that attitude only made Kristin madder.

“Yeah I want to fight,” she purred, pressing back up against Alex. The other brunette met her, both women pressing back and forth, confronting each other’s bodies with all the meager fighting energy they had remaining. “The minute I heard you were back in town I knew I wanted to get with you one more time and show you how we settle things between bitches in this town. You may be a big shot in Hollywood but out here you’re nothing and I can wipe you off my shoe any time I want to, just like last time.”

“You know something?” Alex growled in that unmistakable whiskey purr of hers. “I was so fucking glad to get that text. You proved you were nothing but a cheating cunt who’d do anything to come out on top between us five years ago and I’ve waited just that long to get payback from you…and tonight I plan to get it.”

“You’re not woman enough to go toe to toe with me and we both know it,” Kristin sneered, her husky voice growing raw as her mouth dried up in sick anticipation and lust at the feel of Alex’s tight body pressed up against hers in the alley. “You’re nothing but a big Hollywood cunt expecting everyone in town to suck up to you.”

“Now that I know exactly what to expect from a dirty bitch like you we’re going to match up on an even plane,” Alex growled, her gorgeous face grazing and taunting Kristin’s until the rangy brunette felt herself almost spitting with fury. “If you want to fight dirty tonight I’ll gladly get down in the gutter and take it right to you.”

“You don’t know the meaning of fighting dirty,” Kristin snarled, jabbing her chin against Alex’s in the dark, neon-lit alleyway. “It’s going to be my pleasure to strip you out of this whore outfit and do everything I’ve been dreaming of to that tight little body of yours…”

“If you think you’re going to match up against this body with that pathetic excuse for an ass and those soft flab tits I just felt all I can do is laugh in your face, Kristin Colt,” Alex sneered against her.

“Oh I got a good feel of what passes for tight abs and tits in Hollywood smashed up against you in that bar tonight, girlfriend,” Kristin snarled, her breath hot and angry in the cold air of the alley as she bumped and shoved against Alex. “You don’t have anything on that body of yours that I can’t match and I’ve shown you that every time you’ve had the nerve to compete face to face with me in this town!”