BEAUTY BATTLE, part 1

Small introduction: some of you may be surprised to see part 1 of BEAUTY BATTLE, when there were already two parts (one of 600+ words, others of 1800+) written. Well, I decided to follow Horoboro's advice to change the profession of the protagonists, and incidentally to rewrite some of the parts that didn't convince me and, of course, to add another 1800+ words corresponding to this week's vote. So, with 4200+ words, here you have the new "part 1" of this fantastic story.

Prologue

This is the story of Fang Mei and Xiu Li, two 32-old-year women whose beauty was present even in the meaning of their names, two women destined to meet each other in one way or another. Not even Beijing, with its almost 22 million inhabitants, was big enough for two women like them, with bodies that seemed to have been outlined by the same draftsman and given shape by the same sculptor. Their long legs, wide hips, slender waists and hard asses called the attention of men and women around them, but it was their magnificent breasts the ones that awakened lust and desire. Eye-catching, thick and firm, their DD-cup boobs were always exhibited through bold necklines and semitransparent fabrics, a show of feminine pride that had given them love and hatred in equal measure. Fang Mei was a ground hostess at Beijing Capital International Airport, and Xiu Li a flight attendant for an airline based at the same airport, so everything pointed to them meeting each other eventually at work…and yet, in the end, the two incredible beauties got to know each other in the most mundane and typical way possible: through a man who was playing a two-timing game with them.

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第1章 (chapter 1)

始計

“If your opponent is of choleric temper, seek to irritate her. Give her no rest.”

from Sun Tzu’s “Initial Estimations”

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一个意外的电话

An Unexpected Call

Xiu Li arched her thin, model-type body like a caton the sheets, her curvaceous body seemed to dance in the gentle embrace of the early July sunlight that filtered through the curtains. Beyond the confines of the house, the oppressive summer heat weighed down the world, but inside, the cool caress of the air conditioning painted a stark contrast against the flawless skin of the seductive beauty. As she slowly unfurled, the sheets slid sensually over her, revealing more of her elegant form. Beads of perspiration adorned her like glistening jewels as Xiu Li extended a long leg, as her fingers trailed lazily along the curve of her waist, accentuating the gentle sway of her hips. With a languid sigh of contentment, the flight attendant finally sat up, her hair cascading in dark waves around her shoulders.

Sex has been wonderful, Xiu Li thought with a smile. Her boyfriend had gone to work shortly before, but the images of the man riding her like a wild stallion still flooded the woman’s mind. Yuan Hong is amazing in bed. I can’t lose him.

At the thought of sex, Xiu Li’s dark eyes looked up at once. There, a ceiling mirror returned her reflection, though that time with her figure not carnally entwined with a man’s as it had all night long. The mirrored image showcased her every curve and contour, with her plump breasts and hard nipples, narrow waist and strong thighs exuding raw, powerful femininity after the sex. At 5 feet 9 inches in her bare feet, Xiu Li was quite imposing, and broke down the stereotype of short, small-breasted Chinese women—she really had nothing, absolutely nothing to envy any Western girl, but rather the other way around.

Instinctively bringing a hand to her satisfied crotch, Xiu Li fiddled with her dark pubes as she thought about how lucky she was. A month and a half ago, she had met Yuan Hong at a party at the Naga Club. The tall, handsome businessman had immediately caught her attention with his impeccable grey suit and his perfect smile, and both had soon get into the Yuan Hong’s limo and taken a room at the nearby and luxurious 5-star Chao Hotel Sanlitun. For mutual pleasure, they had fucked as untamed beasts until dawn the next day, with Xiu Li’s incredible sexual stamina making her dominate the man in the extended and stimulating intercourse. Since then, the pretty woman had enjoyed extensive sessions of hard sex almost every day of the week, and no more because of Yuan Hong’s business meetings, that kept her boyfriend out of her reach for long hours in the morning or at night.

“I can’t wait for him to come back today,” Xiu Li said to herself, her appealing body getting all hot and bothered at the thought of the rich man eating her fat boobs as he had done just an hour before. “It was fucking delicious.”

Xiu Li stayed in bed for a few more minutes, until suddenly a phone rang. The sexy flight attendant recognized the ringtone.

Did he forget his phone here? she thought with surprise, shaking her head. It’s not like him… Stretching out her arm, she picked up the phone on the bedside table. Xiu Li didn’t know it yet, but her life had just changed the moment she pressed the accept call button.

“Where are you, sweetheart? Don’t tell me you had another one of those last-minute meetings.” The words came across the line, a soft, seductive female voice clutching at Xiu Li’s ear. The woman hadn’t even had time to say anything when she took the call, and now she was paralyzed for a few nervous seconds.

“Sorry, I think you have the wrong number,” Xiu Li could finally say. “Who are you looking for?”

“I’m looking for Yuan Hong.” The female voice on the other side sounded surprised. “I’m sure this is his number…”

“Yeah, this is Yuan Hong’s number. Who are you, then?” Xiu Li insisted.

“I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” The voice rose slightly.

“What kind of joke is this? I’m his girlfriend!” she grunted.

“What?” the other woman sounded surprised and angry at the same time. “Dare to repeat that!”

“I’m his fucking girlfriend!” Xiu Li said. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Fang Mei, bitch. And you?” the voice snarled.

“Xiu Li, you slut…” she replied.

For a few seconds, Xiu Li was unable to continue speaking, and neither was the woman on the phone. In that moment of tense silence, an invisible weight seemed to hang on the line, like an unspoken truth hovering between the two women. Their previously steady breaths now trembled audibly, a reflection of the unforeseen tension that had arisen. In the depths of Xiu Li’s mind, a tumultuous storm of emotions raged, and fear clawed at her, whispering dark uncertainties about a relationship that had been perfect. As the seconds stretched, the emotional cocktail of spite, jealousy and indignation began to consume her rationality and, suddenly, she found herself unable to contain the impulsiveness surging within her, driving her to speak her mind, regardless of the consequences.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, you dirty tramp, but obviously we need to meet and talk about this face to faceimmediately,” she spat out.

“I was about to tell you the same thing, you cunt,” the other woman spoke. “I have the whole day off, so we can meet wherever and whenever you want.”

“I’m also free until tomorrow morning, so I have no problem looking for you, bitch,” Xiu Li spat out. “Do you know Qingxian Yashe Pub? It’s not far from Wangfujing Street…”

“Of course I know it. We can meet there in an hour…if you dare,” Fang Mei groaned. “Although I’m gonna be surprised if you dare show your ugly face over there, you dirty man-stealer.”

“Ugly face?” Xiu Li snorted with disdain. “You have no fucking idea how fucking beautiful I am,” she exhaled as her huge self-esteem took control of her tongue. “My beauty is gonna crush you as soon as you see me, you two-bagger gold-digger.”

“You have a lot of guts calling me two-bagger, sow.” The anger in Fang Mei’s voice let Xiu Li know that telling her she was an opportunistic parasite was nothing compared to implying she was ugly. “I’m so beautiful that, when you see me, you’re gonna crack.”

“Enough, whore.” Xiu Li got tired of hearing the contempt from the other side of the call. “Qingxian Yashe Pub, in one hour.”

“Fine, bitch,” Fang Mei mumbled. Xiu Li was about to hang up when the other woman added something else. “One last thing, if you’re not as cowardly as you look: no makeup.”

“You just made a big mistake, girl.” Xiu Li’s thick lips twisted into an arrogant half smile. “No makeup, then.”

Xiu Li cut off the call and, a second later, the two-faced boyfriend’s phone flew through the air to crash and smash into the wall. The sexy brunette would eventually deal with that adulterous bastard, but before she had a date with that whore named Fang Mei…

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镜子反射

Mirror Reflection

Fang Mei’s heart was pounding hard as she crossed the threshold of Qingxian Yashe Pub five minutes before the appointed time. Stepping out of the scorching embrace of the morning sun, her dark eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the dimly lit interior. At that early time of day, the place was practically empty; there were only seven other people, and none of them was a woman: a couple of early drinkers seated at one corner, three construction workers with their yellow vests playing darts in the background, a disheveled young man hunched over the bar who was obviously drowning some sorrow in mijiu, and a tall and handsome bartender, newly hired just two days ago, whose rugged appearance was matched by a well-fitted shirt that clung to his body.

Fang Mei’s arrival brought an immediate and palpable shift in the languid, ordinary atmosphere of the place. As the only woman in that small world of men, she brought with her a commanding presence that was impossible to ignore. The hum of conversation and clinking of glasses faded as each and every man turned their faces to look at the newcomer with much more than curiosity. Standing tall at 5 feet 9 inches, Fang Mei didn’t need the help of any high-heeled shoes to move around the pub like she owned it, her long obsidian-black hair waving seductively behind her shoulders with every confidence-charged step. The silky light blue blouse she wore draped elegantly over her lithe frame, and a pair of cut-offs showcased her sculpted, strong legs with a tantalizing allure.

In the heart of the pub, Fang Mei came to a deliberate halt, the air around her charged with self-assurance as she pushed her heavy chest out while her dark eyes moved around to spot the farthest table, strategically positioned away from the subdued glow of the ambient lighting. The broken-hearted man at the bar took a lingering sip of his mijiu, finding solace in the captivating presence of the brunette goddess, his eager eyes following the generous lines of each gland under the thin fabric. Suddenly, his now ex-girlfriend didn’t seem such a loss—what was lost seemed trivial compared to the newfound allure that stood before him.

I got there before that slut, Fang Mei thought as her magnetic energy enveloped the room, the other men in the place couldn’t help but revel in her impeccably shaped physique. The hot arcs of her hips attracted the gaze of the workmen, while the drinkers in the corner were captivated by the graceful curvature of her slender waist. From his perch, the handsome bartender kept an eye on the newcomer’s incredible ass, clearly fascinated by its roundness and firmness—when he was hired, his boss had told him that sometimes some hot girls came to the site, but he hadn’t expected something like that. At that moment, the beautiful ground hostess wasn’t only the only woman in the pub, but the woman.

Just when Fang Mei had pinpointed the ideal table for the private tête-à-tête that she impatiently longed to have with that arrogant woman named Xiu Li, the door of the pub swung open once more. The brilliance of the sun outside momentarily dazzled her, but through the fading radiance, a distinct female silhouette emerged beneath the door frame—and what a captivating silhouette it was! Whoever that woman happened to be, she was really tall and curvy, perhaps as much as Fang Mei herself. The striking presence of the mysterious female stole the spotlight from Fang Mei, the mood of the place changing subtly as if she recognized the entrance of a new actress on the scene.

Is she…? Blinking, Fang Mei cleared her dark eyes as the newcomer took a couple of steps forward, the gloom embracing her to discover her features away from the blinding light of the street…

Eight people were in Qingxian Yashe Pub at that time, and eight gasps of surprise were heard at once—the bartender even almost dropped the bottle of Kaoliang wine he was holding in his hands. Fang Mei’s eyes widened in surprise, incredulous at what she saw in front of her, and that same astonishment was reflected in the other woman’s beautiful face.

“Twins?” the whisper of one of the patrons was clearly heard in the silence that dominated the place at the time, shaping Fang Mei’s bewildered thoughts. What she had a few steps away could have been a long-lost sister, or an experiment by some crazy scientist who had decided to clone her perfect body. The other woman was big-breasted, thin-waisted and long-legged in the same way that she was, her skin just as white and smooth, and undeniably matched her in height and weight. Fang Mei even cursed that, from the toned look of the other’s female arms and legs, she must also be equally fit.

“No, they’re not twins,” another man answered. “Look closely.”

Fang Mei took the advice that, although it was not addressed to her, helped her to see beyond. At first glance, she had gasped in shock as she thought she saw in the other woman’s face a perfect reflection of her own. There was a lot of truth in that disturbing idea, since both beauties shared the same facial features: round-shaped chins, generous full red lips, small noses, feminine cheeks and almond-shaped dark eyes in impeccable harmony with her long, straight jet-black hair. But not even such strong similarities could make them twins—although they were close enough. If that woman was, as Fang Mei presumed, Xui Li, Yuan Hong definitely had a crush on one very specific type of woman.

“Yeah, you’re right,” the first man said. “But it’s fucking hard to see, especially when they wear almost the same…”

Fang Mei hadn’t initially picked up on such evidence, but that didn’t make her any less frustrated when she looked down at the other brunette’s attire. Contrasting with her light blue blouse and cut-offs, her counterpart was wearing a thin pink blouse and short denim jeans. It was an inadvertent display of identical fashion, both outfits daringly showcasing the same amount of flesh of cloned bodies in an unspoken challenge. The unbuttoned blouses, three buttons down, revealed generous cleavages, ostensibly engaged in a silent competition. Even the choice of accessories echoed a certain symmetry, as both women carried identical big, black handbags, adding another layer to the intriguing mirror image.

As the realization of their unintentional matching settled in the air, a palpable silence engulfed the space between the two stunning women while shutting out the mumbled comments of the men. The atmosphere crackled with an immediate tension, the rivalry born of cheating stained with hatred by the tacit challenges arising from bodies and clothes. Their eyes met, each woman sizing up the other and searching for any sign of vulnerability or nervousness, but only found determination tinged with some disbelief.

“You must be Fang Mei,” the newcomer finally said, putting her hands in her pockets and glanced brazenly at the other woman’s body.

“And you must be Xiu Li,” the ground hostess replied, instinctively mimicking the rival posture. Around her, all the men seemed to hold their breath, anxious to hear what two black-haired, big-breasted beauties like themselves had to say to each other—she decided to give them only idle chitchat. “Was it hard to find the pub? Since it took you a while to show up…”

“I have been on time,” Xiu Li stated. “And it’s not my first time here, although I had never come without Yuan Hong before.”

Fang Mei’s heart quickened its pace at the mention of the unplanned shared lover, the pivotal figure that had brought both of them to that confrontation in the pub.

“Yuan Hong, such a charming man, isn’t he?” she tilted her head, the faintest hint of a knowing smile playing on her lips as she was determined to engage in casual banter. “A taste we apparently both of us share.”

“A shared taste, yes.” Xiu Li’s gaze remained steady, her words carrying a subtle weight. “Although there are people who don’t like to share.”

“You and I are that kind of people, that’s for sure,” Fang Mei declared while her dark eyes glinted mischievously. “Although we can share a drink, can’t we?”

“It will be a pleasure,” the other woman remarked with a faint smirk.

“Good.” Fang Mei took a quick look around before bringing her face close to Xiu Li’s and lowering her voice. “We seem to be drawing too much attention to ourselves, so why don’t we sit down?” she finished, pointing to the table that she had already chosen.

“Lead the way,” Xiu Li murmured just before the two young, beautiful girls walked into what was to be the first arena of their confrontation.

Fang Mei and Xiu Li sat in chairs facing each other across a small table in a dimly lit corner of the pub. The mood changed immediately, Fang Mei aware that the conversation was about to take a more private and direct turn. However, they were immediately interrupted.

“Welcome to Qingxian Yashe Pub, ladies.” The bartender came up to the table. “What would you like to drink?”

“Baijiu, please,” Xiu Li asked, leaving her handbag on the table. “Nongxiang class, if you have it.”

“The same for me.” Fang Mei nodded, placing her almost identical handbag next to the other woman’s. “Bring two shot glasses and one bottle, please.”

“Right away, ladies.” The man walked away, and the dark-haired beauties were momentarily left alone with each other and their rivalry.

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There wasn’t a word in the bar at the time, only the sound of outside cars reaching the ears of the patrons. Xiu Li was almost late for that peculiar hate meeting because of the heavy traffic in Beijing, but now that she had that whore named Fang Mei in front of her, all the trouble of getting to the pub seemed worthwhile. She was still in awe of the incredible physical resemblance between the other brunette and herself but, seeing the fire in Fang Mei’s equally dark, equally almond eyes, she knew that that weapon of frustration was double-edged and could hurt both women at the same time.

“So…” Xiu Li started to say, but the other woman interrupted her.

“So you’re the bitch who wants to steal my boyfriend,” Fang Mei grunted, her verbal assault avoiding the look alike issue to embrace the original problem.

Xiu Li narrowed her eyes with hatred. She’d already decided to send Yuan Hong to hell once she’d cleared things up with that woman, but Fang Mei’s words made her feel that she wouldn’t give up the millionaire so easily if the other female still wanted him.

“I can’t steal something that already belongs to me, you slut,” she replied, her voice full of poison. “Yuan Hong is mine. Period.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Fang Mei sneered. “I’m sure I’ve been fucking him long before you.”

“Let me doubt that, girl,” Xiu Li answered. “I’ve fucked him earlier and harder than you, I am sure of it.”

“You don’t seem like the type who knows how to fuck hard,” Fang Mei criticized. “You must be more like a whore who just lies down and lets man do everything.”

“Just ask Yuan Hong,” the flight attendant said. “He can tell you how wild I ride him, and how fast I make him come compared to a frigid like you.”

“I can make any man come much faster than you can, whether it’s Yuan Hong or anyone else,” Fang Mei whispered while both dark-haired beauties heard the bartender’s footsteps approaching. Without realizing it, they had both leaned over the table, so now they both reclined back against their chairs

“Here, ladies.” The man left the Baijiu bottle and two shot glasses on the table. “Can I get you anything else?”

Xiu Li stared intently at Fang Mei, her last words floating fiercely in the air. In the brief and heated trash talk, she had realized that not only did they both look alike, or have the same wearing style, but that their temperaments were also identical: ready to bite, resourceful in bitchy retaliation and not afraid to get dirty. Xiu Li knew that the confrontation at that table, short and explosive, didn’t have much of a run anymore, so she understood that both of them had to move to a more private place before everything went out of hand.

“If it’s not too much trouble,” she said to the bartender, but without taking her eyes off her rival, “we’d like a little more privacy.”

Fang Mei nodded almost imperceptibly across the table, a light, almost invisible smile curving her beautiful fleshy lips while the bartender pointed to the left end of the bar.

“Of course,” the man spoke. “If you’d be so kind as to follow me to one of our private booths…”

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两个真相, 一个谎言

Two Truths, One Lie

The first shot of Baijiu was a powerful, hot adrenaline recharge that both arrogant females needed. Behind the red curtains of the private booth, Xiu Li and Fang Mei had been sitting on a semi-circular red sofa in silence for a minute, for the first time in complete, true solitude, and not a single word had come out of their throats—but women don’t always need words to communicate. Facing each other as their bare long legs moved close to each other in tempting challenge, they were letting their gorgeous eyes do the talking in a silent duel of repulsion and frustration, of envy and conflict.

The big-breasted girls had kept their promise not to wear makeup, but that hadn’t reduced their natural beauties one bit, their delicate white skins flaunting smoothness and youngness around the most precious eyes and lips in all of Beijing. That promise, however, had not included anything about the greater pride of both beauties, so both had spent a good deal of time preparing their cleavages properly. Not only had they planned to undo three buttons on their thin blouses to show off their impressive DD-cup boobs, but they had also massaged some coconut oil on them to make them look wetter and shinier. For another full minute of mutual staring, Xiu Li and Fang Mei ended up asking themselves which of them was really bustier, as the size comparison seemed too close to call, but other questions also filled their anxious minds, the girls wondering about each other’s firmness and shape. Knowing that Yuan Hong was obsessed with boobs—the bigger and firmer, the better—the two brunettes knew that their bosom rivalry had some pretty high stakes.

“Tell me something, girl,” Xiu Li finally broke the silence. “Have you really come here before with Yuan Hong?”

“Yes, many times,” Fang Mei answered. “On this very sofa, in fact, we have drunk a lot…and fucked a lot.”

“On this very sofa?” Xiu Li slowly ran her palm across the red tanned leather of the couch. “I fucked him here too, although I’ve lost track of how many times.”

In response, Fang Mei gently brushed her right leg against Xiu Li’s, the bare contact sending a slight electric shock through both young bodies. Then, as if nothing had happened, she reached out her hand to the little table next to them and, pushing aside the two women’s handbags, she took the bottle. Pouring a little more Baijiu into their shot glasses, the aroma of pineapple, banana and anise flowing in the atmosphere of the private booth.

“And you both drink this Nongxiang before you fuck?” Fang Mei asked. “It’s obvious that you don’t have the stomach for something stronger, but I expected Yuan Hong to drink something strong to withstand having to touch your body.”

“A single look at my fat tits is enough to make him want to be inside me.” Xiu Li’s leg hooked up with one of her rival’s as she took her glass and swallowed the burning liquid in one sip. “And, by the way, I have a much higher tolerance for alcohol than you do.”

“I doubt very much that your body can handle alcohol better than mine,” Fang Mei replied as her free leg searched for Xiu Li’s other leg. Then she drank her own Baijiu in one quick gulp to prove her point. “Well, alcohol or anything else you can think of…”

Both pairs of long legs interlocked together a little bit tighter, flight attendant’s strenght against ground stewardess’s strength, as both sexy brunettes leaned forward on the semi-circular sofa. Outside, one could hear the arrival of new customers, and the increasing hustle and bustle in the bar; behind the red curtains of the private booth, however, Xiu Li and Fang Mei had all the privacy they wanted—if they played their cards well and quietly.