Early Access: DOUBLE DATE, chapter 2 (by PETRI)

Chapter 2

Private Heat

Kayla Ellis studied the security cam footage from her desk in The Dune Inn’s front office. She had settled in for a weekend shift at the motel she managed and partially owned for just this purpose—to confirm all her suspicions about Elana Patterson and Lynn Sawyer. Both women visited the Inn a few times a year—Patterson for journalism conventions and a few times while pursuing stories, Lynn on her singing tours that had made her a semi-regular entertainer at the Inn’s tavern.

Kayla had grown to love the isolation and control she had in her work at the Inn. The other owners and management were content to let her run things the lion’s share of the time, the isolated locale drew an interesting clientele, and she had found multiple ways to earn cash on the side with some shady clients who liked doing their business off the beaten path. She found she often got a little thrill out of the illegality of some of her activities, but she could also put her foot down and get rid of the riffraff whenever she thought her position or the reputation of the Inn was being threatened.

Elana Patterson just so happened to be one of those threats. The reporter had been sniffing around Kayla’s business for a year or two now, always snooping around and talking up the wrong element at the hotel. But now she’d gotten involved with Lynn Sawyer and that’s where Kayla fully intended to draw the line.

A big part of her attraction to the job here was the influx of strangers, Kayla had to admit to herself—and the chance to engage in a few little sexual adventures with no strings attached. The minute Lynn had booked a few performances at the Inn Kayla had found herself enticed by the busty blonde. Something about her raw, emotional performances onstage triggered Kayla’s own secret drives and obsessions, and the blonde always seemed to sneak in a song or two that might be about two women, songs that might be about love or hate, longing or dread.

Kayla often haunted the motel’s tavern on weekends, more often than not finding a hookup, sometimes with a man but more often with some lonely, travel-hardened woman looking for trouble. Kayla gave it to them in spades when she had the chance, and there were no regrets because the women were always headed to their next destination. But after her first tryst with Lynn the singer had made a point of booking appearances a few times a year, and Kayla found her stolen nights with the blonde getting hotter and riskier. Lynn had a violent streak and Kayla had a secret obsession with rough sex, and some of their rendezvouses had turned into punishing encounters with each testing the other’s tolerance for humiliation and pain.

She had long suspected that something was going on with Lynn and Elana Patterson, and it had taken months of combing through the Inn’s records and security camera footage to get close to proof. Kayla wasn’t the type to install hidden cameras in the motel’s rooms—although she was often tempted to—so she’d had to wait almost a year before the reporter and singer had gotten careless and engaged in a kiss near one of the motel’s exterior security cameras.

She found herself studying the footage even as she tracked Elana’s movements around the motel this night. Elana always wore sexy, tight-fitting little business suits, often with skirts that were a little too short and tops that were too low cut. She had great tits, Kayla thought to herself. Kayla had a buxom little build herself and she appreciated any woman who could rock a good-looking pair of breasts in a tight top—Lynn Sawyer’s big, juicy boobs and the creamy cleavage she showed off in her sets was the first thing that had caught Kayla’s eye. The reporter had dazzling eyes, elegant features, an attractive, shoulder-length brunette hairdo and a faint whiff of chaos about her—the type Kayla would normally have been drawn to like a magnet, but Elana had more or less kept out of her orbit even as she haunted the inn during various journalist conventions.

Kayla watched the screen as the brunette reporter pulled Lynn Sawyer into a clinch and hungrily kissed her pert mouth. Kayla recognized the same lust that always drew her to the singer, and she felt a cold, jealous anger as her secret motel assignation kissed and licked another woman. Kayla couldn’t blame her—when push came to shove Lynn was just another cheap fuck on the side, a way to pass the lonely weekends at the Inn—but she was her cheap fuck, and Elana Patterson had already caused her enough trouble.

Her eyes darted from the security camera footage to her office window where she could look out on the motel’s courtyard. She saw Elana headed across the courtyard toward the stairwell to the second floor of rooms and realized that now was the time to catch her. It was near midnight and there seemed no one else around apart from the few people populating the tavern, and she remembered that the stairwell was adjacent to the motel’s closed gym.

Kayla stood up and found herself taking a quick look in the glass walls of her office as she prepared to intercept Elana. She told herself it was odd to want to look her absolute best when she confronted Elana Patterson but there was no denying it. A striking redhead with wavy mane of hair faced her in the glass reflection. Kayla had smoky hazel eyes and the angular features of a predatory bird—beautiful but intimidating. Her curvy body was packed tightly into a dark business suit, her shirt a little shorter than advisable—about as short as the one Elana rocked, she admitted. She could recognize a fellow predator when she saw one.

Kayla grabbed her keys, then paused, again studying her reflection—and quickly undid a couple more buttons on her blouse to reveal a bit more creamy, lightly freckled cleavage and quickly locked her office before marching outside into the courtyard. Her stride quickened, her muscular legs driving her through the warm desert air as she watched Elana Patterson’s body swaying a few yards ahead of her.

“Miss Patterson?” she said, raising her voice just enough to catch the brunette reporter’s attention. “Mind if I have a word with you?”

Elana Patterson slowed, and Kayla smirked as she read the frustration in the other woman’s body language. If the reporter was annoyed now, she thought, just think of how she’d be feeling in a few minutes.

Elana turned to face her as Kayla closed the distance between them near the stairwell. Kayla could hear the sounds of the desert and the occasional rush of a passing car on the nearby freeway as she closed the distance between her and Elana, but otherwise the environment felt unsettlingly still.

Elana Patterson was a dangerous woman, Kayla acknowledged to herself as she walked up to within a few feet of the reporter. The brunette pulled a pack of cigarettes from her purse, drew and lit one as she watched Kayla approach, eyeing the motel manager with a cold insolence. She had exchanged pleasantries with this woman on a few occasions and discussed her skullduggery with other people on many occasions more. She had always kept her at arm’s length until now but Kayla nonetheless felt a little bit of excitement and satisfaction as she anticipated what she was going to say to the other woman and what Elana Patterson’s reaction might be.

“How can I help you?” Elana said smoothly as Kayla walked up to her. The reporter held the pack of cigarettes out to Kayla and the motel manager eyed them. She hadn’t smoked in a while but she’d been in and out of the habit since she’d started at the Inn and a cigarette was always a great stress reliever. She wondered if she was already making Elana nervous, but also didn’t mind the idea of taking some of the edge off her own butterflies as she prepared to confront Elana.

She took the offered cigarette and leaned forward as Elana offered her a light, the two women eyeing one another at close range as they each drew on their fresh coffin nails and then exhaled little clouds of smoke into each other’s faces in the light of the stairwell landing.

“I’m late for a meeting, Miss Ellis,” Elana said, glancing at her watch.

“Well,” Kayla said, navigating the conversation in her mind. “You know we welcome all kinds of people here at the Inn. I know you’ve been here for conventions and, well, I guess when you’ve been working on stories for your papers?”

Elana nodded, her brown eyes seeking out Kayla’s hazel ones. “Yes, I’ve been here many times and your staff has always run out the welcome mat.”

There was some kind of presumption in the reporter’s tone that immediately put her off—like she was talking to Kayla as an underling. If she’d had any thoughts about easing her way into this discussion, the sound of Elana Patterson’s low, sultry voice extinguished them.

She looked down at the walkway for a second before meeting Elana’s eyes again and continuing. “Well, it’s come to my attention that you’ve been harassing one of our entertainers.”

Elana Patterson stared at her, and Kayla recognized the cold mask she herself always put on whenever she had to deal with troublemakers or other shady customers in her work.

“And just who’s making that accusation?” the reporter said.

Kayla paused for a moment before saying, “Lynn Sawyer. I’m disappointed—Lynn’s the only entertainment we have at the Inn this weekend so I thought an important reporter like you could put two and two together.”

Elana glared at Kayla coldly, her cigarette dangling out of her sultry little mouth. She removed it and blew some smoke Kayla’s way before replying. “I think we both know I haven’t been ‘harassing’ Miss Sawyer.”

“Oh really?” Kayla said. “What would you call it?”

“I’d call it fucking her,” Elana said coolly. “Which happens to be none of your business.”

Kayla stared at the reporter as she pulled on her cigarette, glad now that she’d taken the butt from the other woman. This was going to get ugly fast and she was going to need all the help she could get facing down this renegade reporter.

Kayla dropped her cigarette on the sidewalk and snuffed it out with her foot, blowing a cloud of smoke into Elana’s face as she stepped forward. “Everything that goes on in this motel is my business, Miss Patterson. I want you to stay away from Miss Sawyer.”

Elana took a final drag on her own cigarette before dropping it and putting it out with her foot, almost in imitation of Kayla. She too stepped forward until her face was only a few inches from the motel manager’s, and her elegant mouth pursed as she aimed a pungent cloud of smoke into Kayla’s face at close range, enough to cause the redheaded manager to blink in irritation. She looks like she’s blowing a fucking kiss, Kayla thought to herself, keenly aware of the little thrill she’d felt aiming her cigarette smoke at Elana’s sneering little mouth.

“And if I don’t?” Elana asked simply, staring Kayla down.

Kayla glared at her. Elana Patterson was beautiful, she had to admit. Her porcelain complexion, elegant, upturned nose, beautiful, penetrating eyes and pouty little mouth framed by that sexy, soft brunette flip hairdo all added up to an arresting package, and as Kayla glanced downward the other woman’s creamy, aggressively compacted cleavage made her glad she had unbuttoned a few buttons on her own blouse before intercepting the attractive reporter. She knew Elana Patterson used her beauty and her body to get what she needed as a reporter, and that wasn’t the only secret she had in her quiver as she confronted the other woman.

“Well I’m sure your superiors would be interested in some of the other little meetings you’ve had here at the Inn over the past year,” Kayla said.

“Any meetings I’ve had here are in the pursuit of journalism,” Elana responded. Her tone was measured but there was a hint of anger in the quick comeback.

“That’s interesting. Because I have evidence of you consorting with known prostitutes at this hotel.” Kayla pushed forward a little, pressing what she was now certain was an advantage. “I’ve followed your output over the past few years and you’ve never mentioned or interviewed hookers to my knowledge—”

“I happen to be writing a book about prostitution in New Mexico,” Elana said. “And I don’t appreciate these accusations.”

“I happen to know that you lost two previous jobs disappearing from your beat for days,” Kayla said hotly, leveraging her real ammunition now. “Both times you were here, locked in our rooms with prostitutes—on one occasion with more than one. Maybe you’d like your current paper’s owners to know how about those little meetings?”

Elana stepped forward until she was nose-to-nose with Kayla and the two powerful young women silently took each other’s measure for a moment. Elana Patterson’s physical presence was intimidating, Kayla admitted. They were both the same height, probably the same weight, she thought. Kayla worked out and she could see an athletic element to Elana’s curvy build. Her legs looked toned and strong, her stance confident. But somehow it was her refined beauty that struck Kayla as a threat, even though she had often been called beautiful herself.

“Are you threatening me, Miss Ellis?” the reporter said in a low, quiet voice.

Kayla stared at her. “Just leave Miss Sawyer alone and we can forget this conversation ever took place,” she said evenly.

Elana glanced down at Kayla’s chest and the motel manager felt her pulse quicken and a hint of a blush hit her cheeks before the reporter locked her brown eyes with Kayla’s again. “Why’s it so important to you that I leave Lynn alone?” Elana said, the use of the singer’s first name seeming like a jab of Elana’s finger into Kayla’s face. “Are you fucking her?”

Kayla glared into the other woman’s eyes, struggling to control her growing anger. She had hoped to throw Elana Patterson off balance but the veteran reporter wasn’t so easily unnerved. “I want you off these premises…tonight. Now,” she said.

“Or what? You’ll call my employer?” Elana asked innocently. “You think I’ve just been fucking around the past year staying at this dump? My job is to dig dirt and I’ve got plenty of dirt on you, honey.”

Kayla’s nostrils flared as she stared Elana down. “I’m sure a woman like you works hard at digging up trash,” she sneered. “That’s got nothing to do with me.”

“It’s got plenty to do with you, Miss Kayla,” Elana sneered as she stood nose to nose with Kayla. “I’ve got financial records on this establishment, financial records on you. Also guess what, honey? Some of those prostitutes you’re interested in might have spent a night or two with you just to get a few more bucks.”

Kayla bit her lip, her mind racing back to one night when she’d flirted with one of the local whores…one drunken night…

Without thinking, her hand flashed out and cracked across Elana Patterson’s cheek. Elana returned the slap instantly and the two women stood nose to nose, breathing hard as the two slaps echoed into the night.

“Get out of here,” Kayla said after she brought herself under control.

“Try one more threat and I’ll have my records sent to your partners at this motel, Kayla Ellis,” Elana purred. “I’ll have you run out of this fucking state on a rail.”

“Don’t you ever threaten me!” Kayla shot back, raising her voice enough for it to echo around the courtyard. The smirk on Elana’s face instantly told her the reporter knew she’d hit paydirt and Kayla’s mind raced as she clutched for an exit out of this situation.

“Why don’t you just admit that this has nothing to do with business or the law and everything to do with just who’s fucking who around here!” Elana hissed quietly. Both women were breathing hard, but Kayla thought she saw an acknowledgement in the reporter’s tone that her own interests were still being endangered here. Kayla still had cards to play.

“Let’s continue this conversation in private,” she said, nodding toward the door to the locked gymnasium next to the stairwell. “I’m not finished with you.”

“That’s good to hear because I’m just getting started with you,” the reporter hissed as both women made for the gymnasium door.

Kayla unlocked the gym and grabbed Elana’s arm, attempting to haul her inside before the reporter yanked herself away and stepped into the darkened gym. She didn’t bother to turn on the lights—there was just barely enough illumination from streetlamps outside and the readouts on some cross-trainer machines for the two women to see each other. She quickly locked and bolted the door and Elana’s silhouette filled her vision as the other woman immediately stepped in close to Kayla, obviously as eager to continue the heated conversation as she was. In the darkness she breathed in Elana’s aroma, the smell of tobacco, an expensive perfume and an earthy female musk that had Kayla’s nerve endings tingling.

“If you’ve got something to say to me, say it,” Kayla said quietly.

“I’ve got plenty to say to you,” the gorgeous reporter said hotly. “You’ve got a personal problem with me, honey, so let’s not threaten each other’s professions. This boils down to the fact that I’m fucking Lynn Sawyer and I happen to be fucking her better than you can, so don’t hide your jealous little ass behind the law!”

“You little bitch,” Kayla growled, already pressing her forehead up against Elana’s. “I put up with your nosy bullshit for the past year and a half out of pure professionalism until I saw what a lowlife, out of control whore you are, slutting around with every shady character at this motel…”

“You’re nothing but a jealous little hypocrite, honey,” Elana shot back at her, not backing down an inch from Kayla’s physical attempt to intimidate her. “You’ve got your own pretty nose in every scam and grift going on on this property and you and I both know it.” The two women breathed heavily in each other’s faces in the dark as Elana’s words stung Kayla like acid thrown in her face.

“You’ve used your body like a whore to extort information out of people,” Kayla panted into Elana’s face. “You’re nothing but a cheap hooker yourself so don’t try to threaten me with your insinuations!”

“I’m not the only one around here who uses her big tits to get what she wants,” Elana sneered against Kayla in the dark, and for the first time the motel manager felt Elana Patterson’s firm bustline pressing directly into hers. Kayla’s mouth felt dry as she pressed back defiantly against the brunette, her face grazing Elana’s in the darkness as the two angry women muscled stubbornly into each other, each giving and taking inches of territory as they staked out their turf in the empty little gym. “Your problem is I happened to use my tits to fuck Lynn Sawyer…”

“You cheap trash,” Kayla growled. “You’re not woman enough to fuck Lynn Sawyer…maybe after you’ve gotten her drunk and high on meth or whatever you’re doing behind locked motel doors…”

“I don’t need any meth to give it to your ex-girlfriend, baby,” Elana hissed. “But she told me how much help you need to get it up for a good fuck…”

Kayla felt the darkness around her almost go white, then red as fury overcame her. She balled up a fist and jammed it hard into Elana’s stomach, felt a satisfying groan forced out of the other woman as the reporter stumbled back on her heels.

Kayla advanced on Elana in the dark until she suddenly felt an answering fist sink into her gut, stopping her progress and forcing a painful blast of air out of her lungs.

The two women circled warily, closing on each other in the dark. Kayla knew the gym well enough to keep obstacles out from underfoot but she half hoped Elana might stumble or trip against some of the gym equipment in the dark, but the sexy reporter’s street instincts seemed to kick in to keep her agile as she and Kayla stalked each other.

“If I have to beat you out of here I’ll be happy to do it,” the motel manager growled, her balled fists eager to find the reporter’s taut stomach again.

“You don’t know who you’re messing with,” Elana countered. “I’ve tangled with street whores a lot tougher than you.”

“I’m sure you know every whore in the state,” Kayla sneered, finally landing a thundering blow into Elana’s belly. The reporter staggered back, cursing madly, then lunged forward to land a vicious low blow that landed just above Kayla’s pubic bone. In response she rocketed an uppercut that sank satisfyingly into the dense flesh of one of Elana’s big breasts.

“I’m going to beat your tits off,” Elana groaned as she pursued Kayla in the darkness. The two women closed, pushing and shoving, both delivering mean, targeted punches into each other’s bellies and breasts. Both women wore dark clothing that half shrouded them in darkness, but Kayla could clearly make out the pale, porcelain features of Elana’s face and the creamy cleavage bulging out of her business suit in the darkness, and she knew her own open blouse was visible enough to the reporter so that she could easily aim heavy, angry punches into Kayla’s bustline and stomach. Her breasts were soon throbbing from the punches but the belly blows were almost more debilitating as they robbed Kayla of breath and energy and made her abs ache with every exhalation.

Grunts and moans echoed in the dark gym as Kayla took and received punishment. She had taken kickboxing courses and still used a punching bag to work out with, so the contact between her fists and Elana’s toned midsection somehow felt natural. She had been in a few scuffles with other women in her life but nothing like this—nothing with this kind of deadly, hateful energy. There was an ugly passion to Elana’s moans as she took Kayla’s gut punches, and Kayla knew her own voice was thick with an answering lust as the two women fought desperately to get at each other, find each other’s soft spots. There was always a hint of perspiration in the little gym but now the midnight air seemed thick with sweat and female musk, Kayla thought as she battered against the brunette. The air felt heavy on her as the fight continued, weighing her down like a damp blanket, and she could hear Elana’s breaths coming in labored, panting gasps amidst the two female’s low, guttural moans of pain and hate.

For what seemed like five minutes the two women closed at the center of the gym and rained slow, vicious punches into each other’s breasts and abs, each bending low to jab fists almost between each other’s thighs—punches that often deflected harmlessly as their tight skirts formed trampoline like barriers to their fists.

Kayla fought for breath in the darkness and suddenly fell into a hot, dangerous clinch with Elana. Now the other woman’s luscious cleavage, that imposing pair of breasts that had distracted her and begged for her fists to bury themselves in them, now those two big female glands rammed up against Kayla’s in a direct competition as the two women wrapped their tiring arms around each other, biceps burning and cramping after the long, grueling exchange of body punches. For the first time since their exchange of verbal blackmail threats in the courtyard Kayla found herself panting against Elana Patterson’s face in the dark, the two women gripping each other in a deadly, body crushing embrace, each now putting her chest, her stomach, her pelvis and thighs on the line against the other woman in the darkness.

Lynn Sawyer had teased her in their first embrace by crushing her two mammoth boobs up against Kayla’s, flaunting how firm they were as if to demonstrate what Kayla might have access to later, and Kayla felt the same brazen, flirtatious energy coming from Elana Patterson now, as if the other woman wanted her to know exactly what she was packing underneath that no-nonsense business suit.

Kayla forced her cheek against Elana’s as the two women consolidated their relentless, body-grinding holds on one another, Elana wrapping her arms around Kayla’s shoulders to crush their matched-up breasts into harder contact, Kayla snaking her arms around Elana’s waist to force her bruised abs and belly up against the female reporter’s. She had never had another woman’s body crushed up against her like this in a fight and the contrast of soft feminine flesh and toned, womanly muscle was shockingly exciting. The danger of Elana Patterson’s beauty fell into sharp focus now as the reporter’s firm boobs contested Kayla’s—a sharp reminder of the way Lynn Sawyer’s bare breasts had felt pressed up against hers the first time the two had stripped each other nude in one of the Inn’s rooms. There was some primitive connection between the urgent lust in Lynn’s hot fucking and the angry contest of bodies now taking place in the dark motel gym, and Kayla felt a mix of fear and satisfaction that she and Elana had aired their issues and were settling them now like this, gasping, swearing and crushing against each other’s toned, buxom bodies in the dark.

“I’m glad I went after you tonight,” Kayla moaned against Elana’s soft cheek. “You’ve been a cock in my ass for a year and a half now and I’m going to beat your hot little body off this property once and for all…”

“I’ve been hoping you’d try to start something with me, Miss Kayla Ellis,” Elana panted back at her as the two women clinched tighter in the darkness. “Lynn Sawyer was a good little fuck but getting your body in a jealous little catfight over her might be even better. Just you and me alone, right down to the finish, you corrupt piece of trash…”

“Fucking lowlife cunt,” Kayla moaned against her, sinking hopeless, weakened punches into the brunette’s midsection as Elana continued to pound her own fists back into the motel manager’s weakening gut. “I ought to crush the silicone out of these big tits of yours…”

“You’re jealous that two natural breasts are crushing the life and the milk out of yours, you cheap piece of gutter trash,” Elana snarled, cramming her bustline even harder into Kayla’s to make her point.

Kayla’s powerful thighs were weakening, her arms aching as she crushed her body against Elana’s in the darkness. Somehow the confrontation had raged all over the floor of the little gym until the two women found themselves clinched against a tiled wall next to the gym’s little sauna. She found her arms tightening around the brunette’s upper body, trapping Elana’s head and neck against hers until both women were fighting for breath. Elana’s fists pounded into her with growing desperation as Kayla began to feel an exhilarating muscle advantage over the reporter. With a few more seconds of pressure she felt confident she could crush the fight out of Elana Patterson. She twisted her head against Elana’s, struggling to look her enemy in the eye in the darkness—she wanted to see Elana succumb to her female power right here in the gym. The brunette kept her left fist ramming into Kayla’s thick obliques, landing slow, vicious kidney punches just above her pelvis—but her right hand was doing something else.

Kayla heard a click like something metal or plastic cracking against the tiled wall the two women clinched against, and then a weirdly familiar buzzing sound, like an electric motor being charged.

She saw Elana’s right hand silhouetted against the midnight light bleeding in through the gym’s glazed windows and then saw a small but brilliant arc of electricity burst out of the edge of a blunt object in Elana’s hand. In a half second she recognized the shape of a stun gun just inches from her shoulder—a weapon that would incapacitate her in seconds if she didn’t act.

Kayla twisted violently and managed to grip Elana’s wrist. She threw the full weight of her body against the other woman and managed to smash the stun gun and the hand gripping it against the hard tile. “You fucking little coward!” she snarled as Elana fought to press the stun gun closer to her shoulder, then managed to jam Elana’s wrist and the weapon into the wall two, then three times.

Elana’s powerful little body thrashed against her and Kayla found herself stumbling backwards, still locked in a deadly embrace with the brunette reporter. She jammed a punch into Elana’s stomach and wrenched the other woman’s arm and to her relief heard the stun gun crack against the wall and then clatter harmlessly to the floor, lost now to both women in the darkness. Kayla staggered against the sauna room door and felt its handle twist downward against her waist, and suddenly the door gave way and both women stumbled into the little sauna room, a blast of hot, humid air engulfing the enemies until they stumbled inside the cramped quarters of the spa.

Kayla and Elana tussled now in a room barely five feet square, with benches on either side and a dim red emergency light still illuminated on the ceiling. The sauna should have been turned off after hours but customers frequently left it on and Kayla’s racing mind realized there would be an advantage in trapping Elana in here where there was much less room to maneuver and the stun gun would be completely out of reach. Both women were breathing in labored gasps now in the thick, humid air, cursing and tearing at each other’s hair before finally separating and crashing down, each landing on the little bench opposite her opponent.

Kayla got a good look now at Elana Patterson, her blouse torn open, her short skirt riding up to reveal her black-hosed, toned legs, her jacket barely covering her shoulders, and her fashionable shoulder length hairdo savaged into a cavewoman’s tresses. Mascara ran down her cheeks but her dark lipstick was remarkably intact as she lay on the bench staring across her exposed chest and bra at Kayla.

Kayla knew she must look as disheveled and primitive as the reporter, although her short hairdo probably helped her retain at least a little dignity. Every button had been torn off her blouse by Elana’s fists and her skirt was up around her waist, leaving her bare legs free to experience the hot damp air of the little sauna.

She drew in long, slow breaths, struggling to recover some stamina, but the damp air just made breathing more difficult. Kayla could only stare balefully at Elana Patterson as the gorgeous, buxom reporter glared back at her in the sauna, neither woman much capable of movement in their exhaustion and each struggling to breathe in the humid little chamber.

“You murderous little bitch,” Kayla spat as she fought to breathe in the suffocating sauna air. “I’ll have you arrested before this night’s through! You can’t fight like a real woman without pulling a weapon from behind your back!”

“I ought to have you charged with assault!” Elana sneered back, drawing long, panting breaths. “If I need a weapon to get a psycho like you off me I’ll use one!”

Kayla leaned heavily against the closed sauna door, blocking Elana’s escape and glaring at her with a look that was pure threat. She wasn’t about to let the other woman out to find her stun gun, even if they both risked passing out from the sauna heat. The temperature and humidity were so stifling that Kayla’s clothing felt like lead weights dragging her downward and restricting her labored breathing. She knew she would pass out if she spent another minute in here fully clothed and she could see a matching look of agonized discomfort on Elana’s face as the reporter glared at her defiantly.

“I love the way you came after me like you were protecting one of your motel’s precious commodities,” Elana Patterson panted as she glared at Kayla. “You were either too stupid to know I was fucking Lynn Sawyer or you needed an excuse to push out a rival.”

The insult to her intelligence stung, and Kayla only felt angrier knowing she’d missed the clues that Lynn had been stepping out on her with this whore. “I don’t need any excuse to throw trash like you off this property,” she panted. “And I can have Lynn in my bed any time I want.”

After a long moment Elana sank to her knees on the floor, leaning against the bench behind her, her big boobs straining at her bra as she breathed. The sultry brunette wriggled out of her jacket and blouse in agonizing slow motion and Kayla found the strength to match her as she stared her down, her body aching as she doffed her own jacket and blouse and reached down to unzip her skirt, groaning as she peeled away the damp clothes until she was down to black bra and panties and her enemy had stripped down to black pantyhose and a black bra.

Kayla eyed Elana’s creamy body, gorgeous even with its bruised stomach and breasts, and she managed to stretch her own taut torso as she sat on her knees a few inches from Elana, bravely flaunting her own buxom figure and battle wounds to the female reporter.

“Take a good fucking look,” Elana Patterson said to her huskily as she arched her back to show off her two pert, gorgeously round hemispheres bulging upward out of black bra cups. “If you’re good I’ll let you suck on these the way Lynn did every night.”

Kayla slowly gripped and squeezed her big breasts as she displayed them brazenly to Elana. “If you’re lucky I’ll let you suck on mine before I throw you out of this motel you little hussy.”

Elana stared at her as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, and Kayla felt her nerve endings light up again as she realized what was about to happen. Elana glared at her as she slowly unhooked her bra straps, slipped the spaghetti straps off her elegant shoulders and then shook her bare, porcelain tits free of the black bra cups, tossing the useless garment aside as she displayed her two perfect, cherry-red nipples and creamy, flawless breasts to Kayla.

The battleground had shifted wildly under her feet, but Kayla felt a kind of grim relief as she stared at an adversary who was less a threat to her business operations than one to her own womanhood. There had always been something extra, something wildly provocative, about the presence of Elana Patterson at her motel, and now she fully understood it. She and Elana were sexual rivals before anything else, and now they were locked away where this new conflict between them could be fully explored and tested for the first time.

Kayla knew she had to answer the provocation of Elana’s nude boobs, and despite the awesome spectacle of a topless Elana Patterson she felt her own body was up to the task. She stared intently into Elana’s eyes, looking for the slightest hint of intimidation as she slowly undid and stripped off her black bra until both women faced one another bare-breasted, sweat beginning to drip down their bodies in the heat of the little sauna.

Kayla could feel her belly and breasts aching from the punishment Elana Patterson had dealt her in their punchout in the motel gym. The reporter’s gorgeous body showed off its own marks, the distinctive imprints of Kayla’s knuckles around her navel and solar plexus, and marking her otherwise flawless breasts. Kayla had landed one punch dead center into Elana’s left breast and the reporter’s cherry red nipple and aureole now sported a bluish, fist-shaped tattoo bruise around it. She glanced down at her own breasts to see the same kind of light blemishes—they were women, and their angry punches were capable of doing damage, but not the brutal scarring two men might have inflicted on one another. These were the fading marks of a ritual skirmish between women, somehow symbolic of their mutual hatred but not seriously injurious despite the dull ache they’d left behind.

Kayla’s chest raised and fell as an oppressive weight seemed to sap the remaining strength out of her. The lightning, white-hot tussle in the gym had exhausted both women, but the decision to lock themselves in the sauna now seemed a potentially fatal one to the motel manager. The little red-lit room’s atmosphere weighed down on her like a hot lead weight, and the slow, agonizing effort just to tug her jacket and blouse off, wiggle out of her skirt and remove her bra seemed like it had drained what little energy remained in her overheated body.

Elana too was panting dully as she sullenly stared Kayla down, both women leaning back against their respective sauna benches, their splayed knees almost touching each other, chests raising and falling slowly as the two women silently displayed their bare, stupendous breasts to each other. Kayla’s lust-dried throat had at least moistened enough in the humidity of the sauna so that she could talk, but her lungs ached so much from exertion that the thought of drawing a breath to speak was daunting.

It fell to Elana to utter the first words inside the little sauna chamber. “This what you wanted, you little bitch?” she said quietly.

Kayla drank in oxygen for a moment before half-whispering out her response. “It’s what you’ve been asking for,” she said. Elana’s brown eyes bored into Kayla’s hazel ones as the two women glared at one another.

Elana leaned forward a little away from the bench and wall behind her and cupped her big, creamy breasts, lifting them slightly as she teased her own hard red nipples while staring Kayla down. “Lynn always told me mine were better than yours,” she purred quietly. “Nice to see she was right.”

Kayla bit her lower lip, trembling with a cold fury as Elana’s words found their target. She reached up to grip her own throbbing boobs, flicking her thumbs across her big pink nipples as she took in the sight of Elana’s gorgeous, cradled breasts. “You’ve got nothing on me or mine, girlfriend,” she whispered as she leaned forward. “I had Lynn Sawyer just last night so whatever you’re giving her obviously isn’t enough.”

Elana dropped her hands to the waist of her sheer black pantyhose. Her legs were splayed, calves and knees just touching Kayla’s bare legs in the close quarters of the sauna as the two women sat facing each other. Elana sat more upright now, brazenly displaying her bare breasts to Kayla.

“You don’t know the first thing about fucking Lynn Sawyer,” the brunette reporter sneered.

“What do you know about it?” Elana said as she mimicked Elana’s pose, brazenly flaunting her naked, voluptuous chest to the brunette.

Without warning Elana landed a stinging slap onto Kayla’s right breast. The big, firm gland burned with the impact and Kayla instantly responded, smacking an open hand across Elana’s right tit. The two angry women exchanged a flurry of spiteful little slaps, their bare breasts quivering and reddening with the impacts until Elana angrily reached out to yank Kayla’s hair. Kayla growled as she grabbed the brunette’s hair and pulled her closer until the two women were snarling into each other’s faces.

“You listen to me you little ginger whore,” Elana growled as her upper body twisted against Kayla’s. Kayla hissed as she felt the brunette’s nipples brush hers and for a moment she tried to bend downward and keep their four throbbing, bare breasts separated. “You don’t have the strength or the nerve to fuck that blonde the way she should be fucked and the two of us both know it. You’re a weak little prude from everything Lynn says who doesn’t have what it takes in the sack.”

“You fucking manipulative little bitch,” Kayla hissed as she twisted her fingers into Elana’s dark hair. “Lynn Sawyer is a little she-cat who needs to be controlled and dominated and you don’t have the muscle or the claws to do it the way I can…”

“I’ve made that busty little whore submit to me more times than you can count, honey,” Elana sneered, her pouty mouth twisting dangerously close to Kayla’s. The other woman’s dark lipstick and her hot breath added a wild temptation to the struggle as Kayla felt the insane urge to lash her tongue out across the other woman’s tart little mouth now that their faces were in such close proximity.

“You don’t have the body for it,” Kayla insisted huskily, forcing her face against Elana’s hot cheek. Their legs were thrashing against each other now and Kayla felt Elana’s muscular thighs sliding up to grip her waist and brace her heels against Kayla’s butt. She managed to force one of her own thighs up over Elana’s so that both women now gripped each other’s lower bodies with their powerful legs as they sat in the sweltering sauna.

“Don’t talk to me about bodies, honey,” Elana sneered as she wrapped her arms around Kayla’s neck and shoulders. She could still feel the brunette’s hard, taunting nipples brushing against hers and she fought the urge to force the reporter away from her as her enemy’s words sunk in. “Yours doesn’t compare to what I’ve got and we both know it.”

Kayla yanked roughly on Elana’s hair in a helpless fury as the other woman’s words stung her and she was rewarded with an angry moan from the brunette. Suddenly she felt one of the reporter’s fists sink into her right breast and she furiously retaliated, both women jabbing deep into each other’s tender flesh until Kayla’s aching arms could deliver no more punishment. She felt Elana’s fingers slipping from her short hair downward, the other woman’s fist opening against her right breast while Elana’s other hand slipped down to grip Kayla’s left gland and dig her sharp little nails into the throbbing tissue.

She quickly moved to grip and feel Elana Patterson’s gorgeous breasts, slowly clawing their porcelain skin and measuring the weight and firmness of the enemy woman’s big trophies as she felt Elana explore and squeeze hers. She nestled her mouth into Elana’s damp, soft hair, her lips against the other woman’s ear as she felt Elana’s hot breath on her temple and cheek. Both women groaned as they gripped and squeezed one another, hissing as fingers found sensitive bruises and nails dug into puckered aureole flesh.

“How do those bruises feel, hussy?” Elana moaned against Kayla’s ear.

Kayla responded by digging her nails into Elana’s left nipple and aureole, where she knew her fist had left a tender bruise. “Like that?” she growled spitefully. In spite of their obvious, hateful fury Kayla could feel the energy ebbing from her and hear the growing exhaustion in Elana’s voice. The adrenaline-fueled fistfight and the struggle over the stun gun had drained both women and the oppressive heat and humidity of the claustrophobic little sauna seemed to be draining the life force out of them. Kayla knew she couldn’t throw another punch and even the effort to sink her nails into Elana’s breasts and squeeze them painfully seemed to be almost more than she could manage as the hot air in the sauna seemed to suffocate her.

She moaned as Elana’s fingers squeezed her and tried with all her might to inflict as much pressure on her opponent’s tender breasts. She could feel the elegant shape of Elana’s mammaries, the way their perfect roundness came to a subtle, arrogant point where her nipples capped them. She knew exactly how much pressure she could inflict without causing real damage to Elana’s breasts—she and Lynn had engaged in this sort of rough breast play, pushing one another to see how much pain and punishment each could endure. She could feel every hushed breath and grunt of discomfort against her ear as she kneaded Elana’s breasts and she fought to control her own hisses and moans of pain as Elana squeezed and twisted her tender tits.

“Go ahead and feel what I’ve got you jealous bitch,” Elana moaned as Kayla pressed her thumbs upward into the soft, bulging lower half of the brunette’s boobs.

“You feel mine, you fucking whore,” Kayla panted. “If Lynn were here right now she’d be licking mine, not yours…”

“She wouldn’t waste that hot mouth of hers on your weak tits,” Elana growled breathlessly.

“Lynn likes nipples that are big and hard,” Kayla whispered against Elana’s ear, consolidating her fingers on the brunette’s erect, rubbery nipple shafts. Elana writhed slowly against her, twitching as Kayla’s fingers twisted, tugged and bent those red, throbbing weapons until the desperate reporter retaliated, forcing angry gasps from Kayla as her own pink hard-ons were pinched and pulled.

“I felt your weak nipples against mine already tonight, you bitch,” Elana growled. “They’re nothing compared to mine and they’ve been sucked by Lynn Sawyer more than once.”

“Lynn’s worked over my nipples with that mouth for hours,” Kayla moaned. “They’ve spent a lot more time in her than yours ever will…”

“She’s bit and sucked mine all night,” Elana whispered suggestively. “And they’ve stood up to the test, believe me.”

“I doubt it,” Kayla hissed back against Elana’s ear. “My guess is they went limp and soft against Lynn’s tongue…”

“I’ll bet Lynn bit yours until they softened down to weak nubs,” Elana growled, her breath coming in hushed, excited exhalations now.

Kayla could feel her pelvis pulsing, her panties dampening as she and Elana taunted one another. She was shocked by how quickly a life-or-death struggle with this out-of-town whore of a reporter had suddenly turned into a wicked game of sexual jealousy and braggadocio, and even more shocked by the way her body was responding to Elana Patterson’s sultry voice and the brunette’s alabaster flesh squirming up against her own almost bare body. Every insult out of the other woman’s mouth seemed to lash her nerves and accelerate her heartbeat despite the weight of exhaustion slowing down her muscles.

Most of all, she could not let the brunette’s taunts and comparisons go unanswered—not here in this private little sanctuary where no one else could see or hear the two barely clothed, struggling women.

“I felt your nipples against mine in here too, honey,” Kayla found herself sneering into Elana Patterson’s ear. “Even touching mine for one second I could feel yours bend like the weak nothings they are.”

“You busty little sow,” Elana moaned back against Kayla’s ear. “If you ever dared to put our nipples back into direct contact mine would bend yours no problem.”

“I’d match mine against yours any time you want,” Kayla purred breathlessly. “If you want it right here in private I’ll give it to you good.”

Both women released their holds on each other’s breasts and returned their hands to each other’s hair, each maneuvering chin to chin, face to face in the sweltering sauna. Kayla studied Elana’s sweat-drenched, reddened face at close range, noting how less confident and arrogant the reporter looked now with her beautiful hair matted across her forehead and her mascara and eye shadow beginning to run.

It was Elana who edged her breasts forward and engaged her nipples against Kayla’s. The brunette’s lips pursed, her eyes blinking rapidly in an obvious effort to control herself, and Kayla too squirmed against the electrifying sensation of her nipples crossing Elana’s, both women’s stiff, tingling erotic weapons raking against each other’s abrasive, puckery flesh as the two enemies hugged each other closer, each brandishing her two firm mammary glands aggressively, each arching her back, consolidating her legs around the other’s lower body as the sitting clinch tightened.

“You wicked, stiff-nippled bitch,” Kayla couldn’t help moaning as Elana stroked her rigid nipple shafts against hers.

Elana pressed her left breast closer to grind her nipple against Kayla’s right and Kayla struggled to lead with her left to attack Elana’s red shaft, wincing as the other woman’s rods ground into hers. “You hard little pussy,” Elana sneered, her face twisting into a gorgeous mask of hatred just inches from Kayla’s.

The word “pussy” coming out of Elana’s mouth sent a shockwave of arousal through her pelvis and she felt an instant urge to retaliate. “Big cunt,” she moaned as she tugged on Elana’s hair roughly. Her body was quivering with lust now, something that seemed to override anything she’d ever experience in bed with Lynn Sawyer. She and the blonde had been rough and aggressive with one another in bed but there’d never been anything like the raw hatred flowing between her and Elana Patterson now and it was taking her to a level of sexual heat that she’d never experienced before.

“I ought to push my big ones up against yours and show you what a real woman’s breasts really feel like,” Elana said as she pressed her hot forehead into Kayla’s.

“I’d love to see you try,” the redhead growled breathlessly as her nose brushed the brunette’s. “I’ll match my tits up against yours any time you want…for as long as you want…”

“You big ginger bitch,” Elana snarled, tugging Kayla’s face closer until the two angry women were panting hotly into each other’s mouths. “I’ll crush your breasts right here and now…”

“Go ahead and try,” Kayla growled, her lips brushing Elana’s with every word. “I’ll show you who’s bigger and firmer.”

There was no telling which woman thrust her breasts forward first—Kayla moaned as she felt the full weight and mass of Elana’s mammaries shove up against her own just as she twisted her two soft globes up against the reporter’s. Both women almost squealed in a mix of discomfort and pleasure as their bare breasts took the measure of one another and began to mushroom and grind against one another in sweat-drenched crush. Lynn Sawyer’s delight in thrusting her big breasts against Kayla’s chest flashed into her mind as she matched her nude boobs up against Elana’s with a raw aggression she had never employed with Lynn or any other woman.

Kayla and Elana wrapped their arms around each other’s upper bodies with all their remaining, ebbing strength as they pressed bare breasts into a tight, bulging contest of nude, firm flesh, nipples seemingly breaking against each other as they were trapped between the two warring sets of quivering globes. Kayla struggled to top and weigh down Elana’s tits as the other woman wrenched her creamy hemispheres against the redhead’s, both women dragging their big glands back and forth, up and down against one another in the tight, cramped space between their pressed chests.

“I’m going to teach you exactly what it takes to fuck Lynn Sawyer, honey,” Kayla growled as she tore slowly at Elana’s hair.

“You don’t have the tits or the clit to fuck that girl, doll baby,” Elana hissed against her mouth, the word “clit” firing off another series of alarm bells inside Kayla’s pelvis.

“You want to turn this into a clit-measuring contest just say so,” Kayla panted hungrily.

“I don’t have to bare my clit to prove to you I’m more woman than you,” Elana growled dangerously as she crushed her big, hot breasts into Kayla’s. She felt the brunette’s fingers slipping down from her hair to Kayla’s neck. “I’m going to exhaust you…then I’ll choke you out and leave you in this sauna with the heat turned up to 11.”

Kayla felt a rush of adrenaline as her own fingers instinctively found Elana Patterson’s elegant neck and the two women held each other close, faces grazing one another as their grips tightened.

“I’ll choke you out first, bitch,” Kayla snarled as she squeezed her fingers under Elana’s jaw. Elana’s tits burned against Kayla’s as the two women tightened their holds, each gasping in slow, controlled breaths as the struggle seemed to turn deadly.

“You don’t know who you’re fucking with, honey,” Elana growled against Kayla’s mouth. “Nobody threatens me and nobody out-womans me.”

“You’re nothing but an arrogant bitch who needs to be taught a lesson,” Kayla said, smearing her lipstick against Elana’s. She felt a flash of satisfaction as she saw Elana’s eyes widen in outrage at the oral attack.

“I’ll teach you, you hot little fuck,” the reporter snarled, and before she knew it Kayla felt the other woman’s tender mouth locking down hard onto her own gaping lips. Kayla moaned, twisting against Elana’s mouth as the two women matched beestung, pouting lips and choked off each other’s air in the process. Kayla’s eyes squeezed shut as she kept her mouth forced against Elana’s while the brunette sucked the breath out of her in a practiced, merciless move. Both women gripped each other’s throats desperately as they drew in air through their noses, each struggling to control her respiration while driving their arms, hands and legs to the limits of endurance as they fought to control and crush the fight out of their adversary.

Kayla locked Elana into a desperate embrace, crushing her thighs down onto Elana’s waist, locking her elbows around the other woman’s shoulders and pouring all her strength into her fingers to crush down onto the brunette reporter’s windpipe. But Elana’s fingers were exacting a deadly, punishing toll on Kayla’s neck and the redhead could feel her body beginning to experience a tingling numbness, the edges of her vision beginning to gray and blur.

Elana Patterson’s hot, soft mouth pressed against hers like a lamprey eager to suck the lifeblood out of its victim. Kayla tried to bare her teeth and bite her enemy’s lips but it seemed impossible to get the angle necessary to sink her fangs into Elana’s mouth.

Kayla was slipping downward against the door behind her and Elana Patterson was consolidating her position, slowly forcing Kayla underneath her as the two women’s thighs gripped one another and the tight, vicious embrace continued. Now she was finding herself pinned on the narrow sauna room floorboards and Elana managed to brace her forearm against Kayla’s throat while bringing her free hand up to clamp down onto Kayla’s nose.

She thrashed helplessly now as all air was cut off from her lungs. Elana Patterson’s pelvis crushed down on top of hers and she felt the burning hot triangle of the other woman’s Venus mound pressing down onto her vulva through Elana’s sheer black pantyhose and Kayla’s soaked black panties. She knew her own pussy was as hot and throbbing as Elana’s was, that both women were wildly aroused even as this struggle seemed on the verge of unconsciousness or worse for one of them.

Kayla knew it would be her. And she felt Elana Patterson’s hungry tongue enter her mouth as the final act of cruel domination while the sight of Elana’s gorgeous brown eyes boring into hers suddenly turned into a gray mist of deadly sleep.