DESTINED ENCOUNTER, part 9

Any sound beyond the darkness of the alley faded away. The revelation of the two cloned beauties still echoed in Valeria’s ears, somehow hardening her nipples even more, but it was what throbbed between her legs that she found most difficult to ignore. A few steps away from her, AntiValeria looked as flushed, as excited as herself, her gaze more feline than ever, her skin bristling as if she were a she-cat. One way or the other, Valeria felt that she had to carnally humiliate her, tame her until any doubts disappeared from her own mind. And for that, she had to start thinking outside the box.

“You seem to know me very well, horny copycat,” she said. “You know how I think, you know how I feel,” she added. “So it’s time to step into the unknown.”

Without leaving her nemesis time to answer, Valeria grabbed her top and, without hesitation, pulled it off over her head. The dark clothing fell to the floor to one side, with the model standing proudly straight with her torso now only clad in a seductive black strapless bra. Her bare skin was wreathed in sweat, so hot that the coolness of the night hardly affected her, and her generous D-cup boobs were reddened by the feminine battle of flesh against flesh. Placing her hands on her hips arrogantly, Valeria lifted her chin—it was the first time she had exposed so much of her gorgeous young body to another woman, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

On the other side, in the shadows, AntiValeria smiled, although the curvature of her thick lips showed some vacillation beyond the brunette’s natural overconfidence. Shaking her mane in the night air, she took a step forward, her brown eyes focused on Valeria’s plump orbs with a certain obsession.

“Predictably,” she murmured. “I knew that if our first  physical approach was not decisive, it would come to this.” The girl then just took off her top and reveal her own torso. Valeria had to stifle a gasp of surprise when she saw that her rival was wearing exactly the same bra as her—in model, in color, in size.

“How…” she began to say. However it happened, AntiValeria had even figured out what underwear she was using. “I bet you’re even wearing the same panties as me, you fucking stalker.”

“Victoria’s Secret lace black ones,” her foe smugly announced. “You and I are wearing the same lingerie for the first time tonight, you faker.”

Valeria’s cheeks blushed a little more at the dirty truth that the other was guessing. Had she spied on her in her own home somehow? Had she seen her getting out of the shower, completely naked, and putting on those new panties? She felt her big breasts constricted under her bra, the whole thing about that cocky AntiValeria pushing her over the edge.

“Predictably, my ass!” the social star burst out, grabbing the bra and practically ripping it off her body.

To the surprise of her rival and herself, Valeria found herself topless in the alley. Her bare bosoms stood upright on her torso in wet splendor, round-shaped and voluminous, firm and dense. In the center of her small areolas, two thick nipples were standing out brown, more and more erect now that they were free. Valeria could hardly believe it: she had never been so naked in a public place in her life, nor had she ever expected to be, but what AntiValeria made her feel instigated her to keep going no matter what it took.

“What now, bitch?” she growled. “Did you have this planned too or what?”

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