DESTINED ENCOUNTER, part 2

Valeria couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Unconsciously, she gritted her teeth, furious, as that woman challenged her so openly, arrogantly. But the worst was yet to come: the defiant stranger suddenly removed her mask, and the face she was hiding appeared on the huge screen. A long silence fell in the nightclub, and Valeria’s jaw almost dropped to the floor. Then, people started shouting, voices blending into distorted, chaotic, yet somehow shatteringly clear composition.

“That’s Valeria Guerrero!”

“Is it really her?”

“Look at her, she looks like her!”

“It has to be Valeria!”

“No way!”

“Why is she doing this?”

“She has gone crazy!”

“Is this real?”

Overwhelmed by the events, Valeria pushed her body against the posh girl and made her way to the door and the alley outside. But with her also went what she had seen on the screen—what everyone had seen. The woman who had challenged her, who had spoken to her in such a direct and cocky way, looked exactly like her.

“What the hell?” she found herself cursing as the night air kissed her with its cool breath. “She had my face!” Upset, she continued walking into the depths of the dark alley. “My fucking face!”

The social media star couldn’t forget that moment when the Venetian mask was gone. Those big brown eyes and fleshy red lips, that delicate nose and long, straight dark hair were the same beautiful features she saw whenever she looked in a mirror. The stranger even had the same skin tone, slightly tanned.

“Dirty, smug, little copycat whore!” Valeria was totally mad, and completely confused. “Who the hell does this bitch think she is?” The desire to dominate that stranger as she had done with absolutely all the other women she had faced on a dance floor increased to the point of boiling Valeria’s blood. A hot tingling burst in her boobs, her firm and hot D-cup glands as impatient as she was to crush and defeat without mercy.

Then, her cell phone rang; the short beep of an incoming message startled Valeria. Grunting, the sexy brunette reached down into the pocket of her blue cut-off shorts, and saw she had a WhatsApp message from an unknown number: there was no text, just a photograph of a young girl in a dark place. Narrowing her eyes to see her features better, Valeria realized that she was looking at a picture of the unknown face-stealer of the big screen. She was once again masked, but now Valeria had the opportunity to take a look at her body.

“Oh, fuck,” the 24-year-old model spat out as she looked at the other beauty’s big breasts barely contained by a dark tank top, at her strong hips hugged tightly by cut-offs, at her tanned-skinned legs covered by fishnet stockings. “Fuck, fuck!” Valeria howled, knowing that that both bodies could be compared millimeter by millimeter without finding any difference between them. “She doesn’t just look like me, she’s copied me in everything!” The other girl had even copied her makeup and clothes from that night. “To the last detail!”

Valeria suddenly felt very, very pissed. This girl was taunting her, trying to show her up. Not only was she walking around with her body and her face, with her makeup and her outfit, but she also had the nerve to send her a photo as a challenge. The young brunette clenched her perfect teeth, knowing she had to find her. There was a lesson to be taught.

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Choosen by Derby. Words: 601 words (as you can see, I'm going to increase the word count to 600 words minimum).

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