TANGLE OF LEGS, part 13

Lorene didn’t even know how it happened, but suddenly the other long-legged woman and she were crashing together, body to body, and falling to the floor with a bone-jarring thud. Landing on their sides, with their arms wrapped around each other’s back, the redheads found themselves struggling in the narrowest room in the entire skyscraper, elbows and feet bumping against the photocopiers as they tried to mount each other. Lorene felt a sense of unreality wash over her, her misplaced rivalry with an invisible woman pushing her to a violence she had never exercised in her life, mere seconds after she had given shape to the one who had existed only in rumor and in her thought. Between her hands, curled in her fingers, she held silky red hair that might have been her own, which she tugged with animosity and strength, while eyes as green as hers flashed with hot hatred right in front of her. As Lorene’s curvaceous, gym-strengthened body bumped and jostled against a reflection made flesh, she tried to say how much she despised Evelyn, but all she managed to exhale were spittle-spitting grunts.

Then, Lorene felt the other redhead wrapping her arms around her upper body, and the pressure of firm breasts against her dense pair almost took her breath away. She responded by hugging Lorene hard, and the moaning of both beauties echoed throughout the entire floor. Lorene instinctively brought her pelvis against Evelyn’s, trying to push her to take the top position—she almost succeeded, but her rival reacted in time and counterattacked with her own crotch, the clash of pelvic bones and taut stomachs drawing another moan from the females. The 28-year-old enemies’ bodies thrust together again and again, C-cup bosoms squeezing together through blouses, strong pelvises competing through skirts.

For her own pleasure, Lorene took advantage first. At some point she couldn’t remember, her left hand locked with Evelyn’s right one and, with a grunt and a burst of force, she managed to push Evelyn’s torso back. Her enemy grunted, half pinned against the floor and the copier machine behind her, and Lorene reveled in the unexpected joy of feeling the other redhead’s boobs momentarily crushed under the weight of her own. The winning position didn’t last long, however, as Lorene noticed Evelyn’s strong push back seconds later, her own upper body withdrawing until her shoulders hit the floor and the opposite copier. Now it was her turn to feel her proud breasts compressed by Evelyn’s pair, and she found herself wanting more than anything to make the other woman feel such humiliation again as soon as possible.

Grunting and gasping, the beauties who hated each other before they met continued to compete with her bodies for long minutes, alternately taking the top position, moaning under the pressure of firm and round bosoms as their heeled feet pushed against the machines to power their assaults. Lorene still could not believe all the violence within her, but she didn’t regret channeling it against the woman who had made her life miserable by her very existence. So she pushed, and flattened, and was flattened but gave back everything she received, and dug her nails into the back of the other hand, and hugged tightly, and was scratched, and both red manes were tugged equally as pelvises collided over and over and over again.

And suddenly, after a long and evenly matched tight competition, a soft rubbing between calves happened, and the catfight stopped as abruptly as it had begun. Ten, maybe twelve minutes had passed, but the decisive point was already there, within reach of both redheads. In that tight and close body-to-body duel, Lorene had immediately engaged Evelyn boobs to boobs, belly to belly, pelvis to pelvis, but the most important factor was missing: the longest, strongest, sexiest legs in the company, and in the whole city, had not yet come into play. It was not a minor matter to be approached lightly, Lorene knew with her heart pounding at the anticipation of what was to come.

“What kind of cheap woman are you to assault me like that without provocation?” Evelyn whispered to break the silence. Lorene couldn’t believe how similar her rival’s soft, feminine voice was to her own, but the accusation bothered her even more.

“What? You assaulted me, I just defended myself,” she replied.

“What a shitty leadership they have at floor 52,” Evelyn growled. “No wonder it’s the least productive group, with a lying troublemaker like you in charge.”

“My work group is running smoothly,” Lorene said back. “Yours, however, is the laughing stock of the company. And now that I’ve seen that you’re nothing but an arrogant bully, I’m not surprised.”

“I’m going to talk to the bosses and ask them to absorb your inefficient group,” the redhead from the 12th floor spat out. “Then I’ll have you under my command, and I can teach you all the lessons you desperately need.”

“I give the lessons here, bitch,” Lorene hissed. Hugging the woman she hated on the floor, with their look-alike faces so close to each other that hot breaths mingled, she felt an almost unbearable urge to punch the other woman repeatedly. “And you get them. So be careful, lest I be the one to ask to absorb your group and leave you under my foot.”

“I would like to see you try, you whore,” Evelyn countered. “It would be a pleasure to see the bosses laugh at you to your fucking face.”

“We can do that. Go to them and let them decide who is right,” Lorene grunted. “Or we can work it out without third parties, without involving anyone but the two of us.”

“I’m listening…” Evelyn said after a short silence.

“It’s easy, even for a stupid woman like you,” Lorene said. “Whoever loses here, resigns her position and asks to be transferred to the other group.”

“Ha, you really want to be my subordinate, huh?” Evelyn mocked. “It will be a pleasure, I assure you. But how do we decide who loses? Do we keep pulling each other’s red hair out and fighting on the floor? Is that what you like?”

“I like to see you suffer, yes,” Lorene confessed, and she meant it—the sincerity of her words struck her, the hatred she felt for the other leggy redhead flooding through her whole body. “And we can keep wrestling here to see who ends up on top, if you want. But if we’re going to do this right, you know what’s missing here.”

“You little nasty cunt, please don’t be afraid to say it.” Evelyn finished the sentence with a gentle knee-to-knee rubbing that made both women gasp softly.

“Say what?” Lorene whispered. “That we have something to settle with our legs?”

The sun must have doubled in size at that precise moment to justify the heat that began to build up in the small room. Lorene saw Evelyn’s green eyes narrow, and her forehead drench with a layer of sweat, the same she felt on her own. Nervousness made both beauties realign their hot bodies against each other, Evelyn’s beautiful boobs feeling somehow fatter against Lorene’s throbbing, swollen pair.

Are those her nipples I feel digging into my tits? she wondered as, to her surprise, her own nipples hardened under her blouse. What was happening to her body, she didn’t understand.

“Yes, that…,” Evelyn finally murmured. “I’ve been hearing a lot of shit about your legs for too long not to want to check a thing or two about them for myself.”

“Well, I’ve had my own exhausting share of comments about yours, so I’m just as eager for answers as you are,” Lorene grunted. “So why don’t we see for once and for all who has the best legs between you and me?”

“My pleasure,” Evelyn uttered. “Bring them on, bitch.”

“You bring them on, you dirty tramp,” Lorene spat out.

Lorene felt her heart nearly bursting out of her chest as her nemesis and she slowly tangled nude legs—instinctively, they both knew that it was going to be a matter of squeezing hard. Lorene noticed how silky yet strong Evelyn’s formidable weapons were while both right legs intentionally slipped into the death trap of being between the other robust thighs. Slightly uncomfortable with having her crotch against Evelyn’s thigh, Lorene tried to readjust herself between the other legs, but it only elicited a soft grunt from both of them.

“Stop pushing your thigh against my crotch,” Evelyn grunted. “It’s not going to help you.”

“You’re the one who needs help here,” Lorene counterattacked. “And the one who keeps rubbing her thigh against me.”

“Please, you hard-nippled whore, you better not bring this up,” Evelyn said.

“You…” Lorene felt her cheeks redden like never before in all her life. “You’d better shut the fuck up, you little bitch, yours are really hard.”

“Not at all,” Evelyn denied. “But don’t worry, I understand, you’re feeling a real woman’s body for the first time. A good one.”

“I’m not a dyke like you. I know you wish you had a body like mine, but now I know you also wish you could feel me in that way.” Lorene moved her tangled legs a little, anxious to give Evelyn everything she deserved. “But the only thing you’re going to feel is your legs being crushed and whipped. It’s a promise.”

“I will never, ever let anything like that happen!” Evelyn shouted, making her know that she was getting under her foe’s skin. “I’m going to destroy your legs so much that you won’t walk again for a while!”

“You are not going to destroy anything!” Lorene couldn’t help but get angry. “I hope you have the number of the nearest hospital, because you’re going to need crutches when I’m finished with yours.”

“Enough!” Evelyn grunted.

“Yeah, enough!” Lorene growled…and it all started.

Lorene would remember that first moment all her life…

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…and so would Evelyn.

There was a double long, almost agonized hiss that immediately turned into a tortured grunt. Evelyn gritted her teeth instantly, and saw Lorene do the same in front of her, but it was in vain, as a second and more distressing moan followed the first as the two red-haired beauties felt for the first time the strength of legs identical to their own. From thighs to feet, left and right, Evelyn could feel every hour Lorene had spent on her legs, and could only know that it had not been one less than she had invested in her own day after day. She had never thought it possible to find legs that could compete strength for strength with her pair, but reality overcame fiction to make it a challenge—the greatest of all her life.

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