TANGLE OF LEGS, part 15

As Lorene stepped into her office, the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of clicking keyboards greeted her. It was amazing how strange mundane reality felt now that the events on the 32nd floor had taken place. Immediately, her coworkers glanced up from their workstations, no doubt anxious to ask her about her meeting with the other redhead they wanted so badly. But, from the looks she was getting, Lorene knew that the men could tell that something unusual had happened.

“Hey, Lorene, are you okay?” Alfredo asked. “You look worried. And a little disheveled.”

Lorene had spent the last fifteen minutes in the restroom, primping and changing her blouse and panties—luckily, she always had a spare in the locker at the office entrance, just in case—but even so, her colleagues noticed that she didn’t look as perfect as she used to.

“I’m fine,” Lorene dismissed the questions with a wave of her hand.

“But what about the meeting with Evelyn?” Alfredo said.

“I’m fine,” the redhead repeated rather curtly, and added no more. Obviously, she couldn’t tell them about her catfight with the other leggy woman, let alone how the female duel had unexpectedly, abruptly, wetly ended. At that moment, the only thing Lorene felt was an intense desire to be alone and process her emotions in solitude. So she walked past her coworkers and their words and gazes, and closed the door of her office, shutting herself off from the outside world.

Sinking into her chair, Lorene closed her eyes, struggling to soothe the commotion in her mind and find a sense of calm, but she couldn’t help but replay the events of the battle with Evelyn in her head. The harsh words, the heated exchange of insults and the physical altercation haunted her thoughts, but nothing assailed her more than the cruel orgasms that she had shared with a woman she hated so much. That had been so dirty, so shocking inappropriate for a woman as straight and as professional as she was.

“I have let my emotions get the worst of me,” Lorene whispered but, even so, she found herself not regretting her conflict with Evelyn, as her hatred and jealousy for the other woman broke down any hint of rationality in her. She simply hated the way the catfight had ended. “She wanted this, because she lusts after me. In a filthy and obscene way, but she lusts after me.” The adrenaline of the female altercation gradually subsided, but Lorene’s nerves didn’t settle as she bitterly recalled what exactly had happened during the surprising sexual climaxes. “We were legs against legs, muscles against muscles,” the redhead evoked. “I was finally going to prove it to her, but…”

Lorene tilted back her head and opened her eyes. She felt a few beads of sweat returning to her forehead while trying to make sense of the whole situation. She couldn’t deny the intensity of the conflict with Evelyn, especially after their first meeting, and she had no hesitation in accusing her enemy of having a lustful agenda towards her, but she still didn’t understand how she had orgasmed when her animosity towards Evelyn wasn’t rooted in desire, but rather in a sense of competition, envy and a strong clash of ego-driven personalities. That toxic combination is what had turned their relationship immediately into a physical altercation, but it still didn’t explain her carnal weakness.

Taking a deep breath, Lorene realized that dwelling on the explicit details of her fight with Evelyn was only serving to further cloud her judgment and make her doubt herself even more. The redhead found herself immediately dismissing what had happened at the end of their heated duel as unimportant, just a strange reaction of her body that would not be repeated, and channeled her energy in another direction, allowing herself to be consumed by the burning desire to face Evelyn again and, that time, emerge victorious. The idea of a rematch fueled her thoughts, driving her to seek confrontation as soon as possible. No matter what it took, she wasn’t going to let Evelyn’s actions and words go unanswered, not when her

Evelyn was ahead of her, however. A message from the redhead on the 12th floor reached her computer at that very moment, and Lorene’s heart skipped a beat as she read it. It was a single word, but it was enough to make her competitive spirit burned so fiercely within her.

<Bitch.>

With a clenched jaw, Lorene typed out her response almost automatically, her words dripping with defiance and venom.

<You horny bitch.>

A mixture of satisfaction and anticipation filled Lorene as she hit the send button, knowing that her biting retort would strike a nerve. The other woman’s response took a few seconds too long, but when it came, it once again quickened Lorene’s pulse.

<You’re so horny for me that you’ve cum twice in just a few seconds, you whore.>

Lorene had to resist the urge to pound on the keyboard as she typed back, her hatred for Evelyn growing by the minute.

<You’ve cum twice against me, you dirty slut, so don’t come here and lecture me about anything.>

Almost immediately came the retort from the other redhead.

<You can’t stand the thought of someone being hotter than you, can you?>

Lorene’s full lips twisted in contempt as she read Evelyn’s arrogance made words. The truth was that that was the real problem between them, because it had all originated in the comparison of their bodies. The clash of her awesome physical attributes with the other redhead’s remarkable curves had lit a fire inside Lorene since even before the two had seen each other in person, stoking her animosity and driving her to prove her superiority. Of course, the long, strong legs of the beauties had been the central focus of the whole disagreement, but Lorene felt that she too had to somehow prove her physical supremacy in her face, breasts, hips, butt or whatever they compared.

<You are talking to someone who is prettier than you, and who has bigger boobs and stronger legs. So shut the fuck up. I’m hotter.>

Lorene had to wait almost a minute for another response, but seeing everything Evelyn had written, she understood that the other woman was releasing everything inside her.

<You could have tried to fool me before, bitch, but I have already seen you, and I have seen your body. It’s so funny that you dare to talk about how you’re hotter than me. Your feeble attempts to challenge me only reveal your own insecurity, because neither your face is prettier, your boobs bigger nor much less your legs are the longest and strongest here. I have the best body between the two of us, and you know it well because you’ve felt it against yours. I am so superior to you, especially if we are talking about our legs, that I find you pathetic trying to convince me otherwise.>

Lorene’s eyes narrowed as she read Evelyn’s overconfident words, and her condescending rival’s attempt to undermine her confidence only served to fuel her determination. The audacity of the other redhead’s assertions sent a surge of defiance coursing through Lorene’s veins, and she wasted no time in writing her response with a quick, desperate keystroke, her fingers dancing across the keyboard as she countered Evelyn’s claims, determined to dismantle her nemesis’ confidence piece by piece.

<Oh, you cunt, it’s truly laughable how you cling to your feeble illusions. Your claims of superiority hold no weight. You can have green eyes and thick lips like me, but your face pales in comparison to mine. And as for your so-called assets, your lies only expose your desperate need to validate something that is not real and never will be real. I’m bigger and firmer than you in the boob department, clearly, just as my ass is tighter than yours and my hips wider than yours. And let’s not even get started on our legs. It’s abundantly clear that mine surpass yours in both strength and length. The mere thought of comparing our legs is laughable.>

Lorene’s fingertips tapped anxiously on her desk as she awaited Evelyn’s response. Her heart raced with anticipation, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. She had thrown down the gauntlet, challenging Evelyn’s claims of superiority one by one, and now she craved a quick, biting retort like a poison addict. Finally, a notification flashed on her screen, and Lorene’s eyes widened with a mix of excitement as the war of words continued.

<Keep dreaming, sow. I outclass you in anything we compare our bodies to, and you know it. I’m superior to you, and there is nothing you can do about it. Period.>

Lorene’s fingers typed rapidly, her determination shining through her words.

<So, you think you’re superior to me, Evelyn Bauer? Can you put your money where your mouth is, you nasty, pathetic tramp? If you truly believe that, then let’s settle this once and for all. Fix your hair and make-up as much as possible, and meet me at the restaurant on the 3rd floor, in full view of our colleagues. Let’s let everyone compare our physical attributes, side by side, and settle once and for all who is hotter. Afterwards, if you’re still in the mood after the public humiliation, we’ll finish what we started on the 32nd floor.>

Lorene’s pulse quickened, her sexy body tingling with a potent mixture of excitement and defiance. Her challenge was a direct invitation to expose herself to scrutiny, to prove her claims in the most public of settings, and somehow it felt more dangerous than their time alone minutes earlier.

<Lorene Mlakar, you bitch, you’re truly desperate, aren’t you? But I accept your challenge. I’ll meet you at the restaurant on the 3rd floor, and we will settle, once and for all, in front of everyone, who the hotter woman truly is. Make yourself beautiful, if you can miraculously improve that face of yours, but no changing our work outfits. I want them to compare us on equal terms, so you know how much I beat you body to body, curve to curve.>

Lorene licked her lips as she read Evelyn’s defiant response: the challenge had been accepted, and the stakes had been raised even higher.

<I don’t need any miracles to enhance my beauty. But I agree to your request, and I will go in my blouse and skirt, just like you. Get ready, because your illusions will crumble before me, and no doubt will remain as to which redhead really reigns between you and me. See you in an hour, bitch.>

With a nervous click of the send button, Lorene’s message was dispatched. A taste remained in her mouth that she could not identify as the anticipation coursed through her veins, prompting her to hurry to the restaurant. The stage was set and the audience was waiting for the show, even if they didn’t know it.

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