RED PASSION, part 6

Suddenly, Priscilla found herself out of the melee. Somewhat dizzy, she pushed open a door she found in front of her and, without thinking, closed it behind her. The pushing and shoving was over, but the shouting and insults continued to come from the other side.

Looking around, the red-haired beauty realized she had entered what looked like a study—there was a huge desk with a laptop on it to the right, and a bookcase to the left. The floor was carpeted, and the walls lined with magazine covers of the company’s models. Priscilla even recognized many of the girls, now top models from all over the world. She was in the right place, she knew.

The door suddenly opened, startling her. Turning around, she almost started to apologize for walking in there, but when she saw who had entered, she simply gritted her teeth in hatred.

“You…” she mumbled at the sight of Jeanne Rouge.

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“You…” she mumbled at the sight of Priscilla Vermelha.

After escaping the violent chaos that the admission room had become, Jeanne closed the door behind her. What she had not expected was that that escape chamber was occupied precisely by the woman she had lost in the tumult when she had wished she had not.

“Were you trying to sneak out, girl?” Jeanne said, for the first time able to clearly visualize from top to bottom the other redhead’s body under a red crop top and a black leather miniskirt. “Too much for you, perhaps?”

“It is you who has rushed into this room as if you were afraid I might find you,” Priscilla replied. “Too bad for you that you chose the wrong door, sweetheart.”

“I was the one who was taking you to a secluded place when we parted ways, remember?” Jeanne contradicted, seeing how the other woman was staring at her shamelessly, analyzing her body under her own blue crop top and black leather miniskirt—the similarity of outfits quickened her heart.

“Well, you took advantage of those silly girls falling on us to escape,” Priscilla grunted. “So I don’t think you’re in any position to get cocky with me.”

The two tall redheads began circling each other, both dropping their handbags and forms on the wide table as they passed it. Beyond the door, everything seemed to calm down, although some ugly name-calling could still be heard.

“Say what you want, darling,” Jeanne hissed. “What matters is that we are both alone here. Not for long, I’m afraid, but it will be enough for us to clear up a few things.”

“Let’s get things straight, then,” Priscilla spat out just before walking straight at her. Jeanne felt the clash of breasts as her rival brought their torsos together in defiance. “I don’t like you at all.”

“Good, because the feeling is mutual,” Jeanne replied as she felt Priscilla’s bosoms against hers—a pair of big orbs that felt incredibly heavy and firm under the tight crop top. Instinctively she pushed a little more of her Honestly, I can’t wait to see how humiliated you’ll be when you see them picking me. top forward.”

“The only one who’s going to be humiliated is going to be you, because I’ll never be left out to pick someone like you, honey,” Priscilla said with arrogance. “Say goodbye to your $200 and your modeling career.”

“You have nothing to make them choose you over me.” Jeanne brought some more of her D-cup bust against Priscilla’s fat pair, and immediately felt the pressure back.

“I feel that I got it,” her nemesis grunted, emphasizing her point with a quick glance at their boobs thrust together. “I’ve clearly got it.”

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