A Social Affair by Sidekick

Catherine admired herself in the mirror. She looked good! And she knew it. Although now passing 37 years of age, she worked hard keeping herself in very good shape. She weighed a little more now. There seemed no way to avoid that. But she was very proud of her shape that “stuck out” in all the right places, from her size 38D bust to her full but shapely ass. She was blessed with legs which other women would die for and she took care of them.

So, putting on a short little black dress over this fabulous frame, she combed her yellow mane with satisfaction. Once happy with the mirror’s image, she trotted off to her evening’s engagement. This evening, she would be co-hosting a lavish fundraising affair for a city women’s rights group. She had belonged to the “Women’s League for Social Consciousness and Justice” for over ten years. Their members were mostly upper-class women in the city and surrounding suburban area. They were high profile and did a couple of lavish fundraisers each year. Tonight a local councilman would be addressing them and lending his support for their agenda.

After the drive across town, she hurriedly parked her Lexis in the driveway. She was considerably early in order to help set up the affair. As the co-host, she wanted to make sure everything was just right. This was the very luxurious home of the other co-host, Connie.

Knocking at the front door, she was met by one of the members; pointing to the back of the house and saying, “Hello, Catherine. Everyone’s in the kitchen”. Walking back, Catherine saw several women going every which way, busy with getting everything done. Everyone one was dressed nicely as this was a coveted social affair as well as a fundraiser.
Catherine, being recently divorced, was unescorted. It wasn’t that she didn’t have a man in her life, but she wanted to concentrate on the party and not an escort tonight.

She quickly pitched in to help the other ladies, busily going back and forth, discussing final arrangements and placing things, “just so”. More and more people started to arrive and the whole evening was shaping up nicely. Presently, she found herself in the very large pantry in the back of the kitchen, when Connie came rushing in and brushed past her to snatch a flower arrangement from the shelf. “We’re not going to be done in time, I’m afraid”, she fretted. Then turning to leave, she bumped the flowers against Catherine’s face and left without another word.

Catherine was instantly angry that Connie had said nothing about her rude gesture, not to mention that she now had to go comb her hair again. Returning to the preparations, she found that she could not quit thinking about what Connie had done. As they worked side by side to continue to get things ready, Connie did not give the slightest indication that she knew what she had done. In fact, Catherine noticed something strange about Connie, the more she observed her. She was treating Catherine as if she wasn’t there. Twice more she bumped into Catherine “accidentally” without saying a word. And Catherine was starting to get pissed. She decided to take matters into her own hands. She wasn’t about to let Connie run over her, so to speak. When the two of them found themselves in the kitchen, temporarily alone, she bumped her hip into Connie when returning to the dining room. She said nothing and kept walking. Two could play at this game.

In a few minutes, she noticed Connie glaring at her as they decorated the living room. Then in passing each other in the long front hallway, again with no one else around, they both purposely bumped their hips into each other as they passed. There was plenty of room in the hallway, they both knew. It seemed that a little bad blood was opening up between them, and Catherine was not about to let Connie get the best of her.

A couple more times the women smacked their shapely hips together when they had the opportunity. They still had not said a word about what was going on between them when they once again were alone in the back pantry for the moment. Realizing their surroundings, the women just stared hard at each other, saying nothing, but daring the other by their looks; as if to say “you want to take this further, bitch?”. Connie was also wearing a short little black dress. Although the women were dressed similarly, they could easily be distinguished by their hair color. Connie’s was a beautiful red, to Catherine’s blond. Connie was a year older but had just as fabulous a body as Catherine. Her bust was a little smaller, not much. And they were exactly the same height in their four-inch heels.

Still staring, the women stepped toward each other, the sound of their heels on the floor echoing in the pantry. Catherine was really getting fed up with this and flushed into the initiative. She pushed her body right into Connie’s. It was boob to boob and she pushed her leg in between those of Connie, feeling her mound with her thigh.

Connie drew a quick breath of surprise at this bodily invasion but stood her ground. The women stood there for several seconds, pressed into each other’s bodies provocatively. Then, hearing approaching footsteps, they quickly separated and walked out behind each other. Catherine was more determined now than ever. That cunt obviously had some problem with her. And she was not going to back down. Connie would be sorry.

As the house began to fill up with guests, the two women eyed each other wherever they went. Presently Connie, when she thought no one was looking, motioned her head at Catherine. She beckoned for her to come back toward the kitchen. Following as soon as she could, Catherine looked into the kitchen and saw Connie at the pantry door. She curled her finger toward Catherine as she disappeared into the pantry. The two women then repeated their physical challenge of a few minutes earlier. But this time they smacked their bodies into each other with abandon and ground their thighs against the others’ pussy. Their tits were pancaked against each other. Again, they glared for several seconds. They still hadn’t said a word. Catherine wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. They felt their hot breath on each other’s faces and smelled their conflicting perfumes. Catherine found herself strangely becoming excited down deep in her loins. Connie reached around with one hand and pulled on Catherine’s hair from behind. Now it was Catherine’s turn to suck a quick breath of surprise. She was only too happy to copy Connie’s move. So now they were tugging gently at each other’s distinctive long hair as the conflict escalated.

In a few more seconds, there were loud sounds of dishes clanking together in the kitchen. The women both groaned, almost under their breath. They didn’t want to break but didn’t want to get caught either. Certainly, this wasn’t the time or the place for a catfight. Breaking contact and rejoining the others separately, Catherine felt the pangs of disappointment. She was definitely into this thing with Connie now; whatever it was. As they went around doing their hosting duties, she was constantly distracted with thoughts of her confrontation with Connie. It was sort of like being brought to the edge of an orgasm and then not being allowed to finish. Catherine was not a violent person. She was genuinely puzzled by these feelings she had towards Connie. But nevertheless, she had absolutely no intention of backing down. In fact, she strangely looked forward to escalating the hostilities!

Once more, right after Councilman Dandridge arrived, they found themselves momentarily alone in the long front hallway. Catherine literally grabbed Connie and pulled her into the small adjacent bathroom, closing the door and locking it. The two women turned to face each other in another stare down. At once overcome with raw desire, Catherine grabbed Connie’s breasts through her dress with both hands and started squeezing. She couldn’t believe she did that but it felt so good.

Connie squealed softly at the attack and also grabbed a double handful of Catherine’s breasts. The two women continued to glare at one another while squeezing as hard as they could. They were very conscious of being quiet with the house full of people. For almost a full three minutes they squeezed each other’s tits through their clothes. Then they reached around their backs, as they did before, and began to pull each other’s long hair. Legs parted and slid together. Their dresses hiked up and Catherine began to get very wet. As she searched out Connie’s pussy, she gave a little knee action to smack it gently. Soon, Connie was also kneeing her pussy and the two were about to lose control of themselves.

Somehow, they both seemed to realize their surroundings and they stopped struggling for a moment. Loud laughter could be heard from the living room and they knew they had to return to the party. Once again, sighing with disappointment, they reluctantly separated. Each had to take several more minutes to fix their clothes and hair. Before leaving the bathroom, they stood nose to nose and glared at each other once more.

Catherine’s head was spinning. She felt intoxicated. The party was now a blur to her. She could think of nothing but the catfight she now desperately wanted to have with Connie. Somehow they made it through dinner and then retired to the living room for the Councilman’s talk.

Catherine stared at Connie on the couch across from her. Connie’s dress was riding quite high, exposing her very shapely legs. And Catherine found herself squirming in her seat to put her own legs on display even more. She was going to compete with Connie in every way, at every turn. What was she doing? Was she insane? She no longer knew but admitted that she couldn’t help herself.

The councilman went on and on. She was afraid he was never going to stop. She and Connie had stared and glared at each other through most of the speech. Now, mercifully, there was applause, handshaking, and a scattering of everyone around the house again.

A nasty thought entered Catherine’s head as she moved from the living room toward the hallway. It seemed that most of the people were moving toward the dining room and more dessert or coffee. Seeing that Connie was hanging back, still looking at her, Catherine walked quickly toward the stairs. She stopped at the bottom, struck a saucy pose and crooked her finger at Connie, motioning here to join her upstairs. Then she walked up, trying to act as if nothing was going on and hoping no one else saw her.

Connie let a small grin cross her face as she witnessed Catherine’s invitation. And her heart pounded as she followed, looking over her shoulder to see if she was being noticed. She got to the top of the stairs quickly and began walking down the hallway. Finding an open door on the left, she peered inside. The light was on and she saw Catherine on the far side of the spacious bedroom. Entering and closing the door quickly, the women kicked off their heels and began to circle slowly around the room, staring at each other now with dirty little smiles on their faces. They had no intentions of stopping this time. They both wanted to a catfight.

The women glared at each other across the room. Catherine realized she was breathing as hard as though she had run half a mile. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this excited. The bedroom was spacious and carpeted. A lavish queen-sized bed was at one end. The bed had no headboard. And the walls behind the bed and on either side were comprised entirely of mirrors. “This must be Connie’s bedroom,” Catherine thought to herself. “It is not hard to see what she likes to do– the naughty girl.” After several seconds Connie said, “Finally. I’ve been dying to do this all evening slut”.

Catherine smiled, replying, “Come on bitch. Let’s get it on.” Warily eyeing each other, the two women began to slowly remove all jewelry. Their necklaces, rings, bracelets, earrings were removed and set aside. Slowly they came together in an ever-shrinking circle; glaring at each other. They knew what they were here for and both planned to enjoy it.

Nearing each other, they begin reaching for each other with open arms.

The women seemed to melt into one form–like a hand in glove. They grabbed each other’s hair and waist. Their legs parted as they wrapped them around each other’s legs the best they could without falling; tits and nipples pressed together tightly. They groaned with pleasure as they grabbed hands full of hair and begin to jerk each others’ head back and forth as they stumbled around the room. After a few seconds, they were panting from the excitement rising in them as their bodies pressed together. They were face to face; their cheeks rubbing, they could almost taste the champagne on each others’ lips. They grunted and groaned as they began their battle of domination. Their grips on each others hair tightened as they continued struggling face to face.

After several minutes they fell on to the foot of the bed. Their desire to dominate and control each other intensified as they rushed to wrap their legs around their opponent’s legs and waist. Their skirts rode up high around their waists as they wrestled their stocking clad legs together. The violet silk bedspread offered no traction for the fighting women and they were soon slipping and sliding uncontrollably over the top of the bed. Thrashing wildly, they soon slipped from the bed onto the floor. Landing with a hard thud, they remained locked in a fighting embrace wedged against one of the mirrored walls. Having no room to maneuver, they lay together with Connie partially on top of Catherine. Glaring at each other, they once again grabbed a fistful of the others’ hair as they used their other hand to squeeze, pull, and twist the others breasts.

Tiring from the opening struggle, they each noticed their images on the mirrored walls. Connie looked at the raunchy sight of the two of wrapped up together; their skirts up around their waists exposing their sheer panty covered asses. Connie had her leg sexily thrown over Catherine’s body. Her knee was bent with the calf between Catherine’s spread legs. Their once perfectly coiffed hair now was in wild disarray. Their designer dress straps draped down over their shoulders. Connie was mesmerized by the sight of them as she lay there taking it in for a moment. Catherine was also unable to resist examining what she and Connie looked like catfighting on the floor. Both women were pleased and excited by what they saw. Strangely, Catherine was not the slightest bit disgusted or sorry about what she and Connie had started.

This was not like her, or was it? The two women were transfixed by their sexy image in the mirror. Eventually, after having rested a bit, they turned to look at each other again. “Like what you see, cunt?” Connie purred. “Yeah”, Catherine moaned, “I see me beating your fucking slut ass!” They each moved to renew their fight but quickly found there wasn’t enough room to move between the bed and the mirrored wall. “I need some room to fight you, bitch,” Connie hissed.

“Fine, get off me you cow. I’m ready to rock and roll,” Catherine shot back as she shoved her hands into Connie’s breasts.

Slowly, they rose to their feet. Their eyes remained locked in their hatred for the other as they walked back to the center of the room. They charged at each other, their bodies slamming together as both women moaned from the impact. With lightning speed, they grabbed each other’s tits through their dresses. Connie’s fingers tightened as she ripped her hands to the side ripping the front of Catherine’s dress wide open exposing her lacy black bra. Enraged, Catherine grabbed the shoulder straps of Connie’s dress and ripped them down of her shoulders exposing a silky red bra. Their perfectly manicured nails began to rake at the others breasts, their fingers digging into the other’s hard nipples. Their bras soon feel in shreds to the floor. Legs kicked and lashed out furiously. In just a few seconds they were left standing only in their panties and stockings. Their chests heaved up and down as panted and gasped for air as they tried to catch their breaths.

Catherine noticed that they were similarly undressed. She in black thigh highs and Connie in red. Both wore sheer panties that left nothing to the imagination. Their breasts covered with scratches and their nipples were hard. The two women attacked each other eagerly once again and were soon doubled over at the waist as they continued to pull hair and kick each other. Their legs wrapped together causing them to lose their balance and fall heavily to the floor. They rolled across the floor, their legs wrapped around each other’s waist. Each woman grunted with exertion when she found herself being mounted and dominated by the other. They scratched at each other’s stocking clad legs, squeezed breasts and nipples and slugged each other in the back, sides, anywhere the could reach. They were mauling at each other any way they could.

Presently Catherine found herself rubbing her pussy on Connie’s leg searching out pussy to pussy contact with the bitch. Connie seemed to have the same thought as the women rolled to a stop on their sides. Slowly at first, they began to bump their pussies together in a fucking motion. The rough fight had pushed their sheer see-through panties half off their shapely asses. Catherine and Connie began to grind harder and faster against each other as they continued their hair pulling and breast mauling. Side by side the two women continued their erotic fight. Out of the corner of her eye, Catherine noticed an image in the mirror behind Connie. It took her another minute to realize that the bedroom door was open– she was seeing the reflection of Councilman Dandridge in the doorway watching them!

When he opened the bedroom door, Councilman Dandridge stopped dead in his tracks transfixed by the sight before him. Catherine and Connie were rolling slowly across the floor in a spirited catfight. His eyes bulged and mouth dropped open. He panted and stared as he felt his cock growing and straining against his trousers.

The women rolled away from each other. Panting heavily they rose to their knees. Both turned to look at the Councilman; each used the brief seconds to catch their breath. All three stared at each other, their eyes filled with lust–but for different reasons. In an instant, the two women turned their faces back to each other as they grabbed double fists full of hair and pulled each other back to the floor in a tangle of long legs, arms, torsos all straining in womanly combat.

Connie and Catherine’s legs were wrapped together like grape vines. Catherine smacked her knee against her opponent’s tender pussy. Connie tried to hold back her moan of pain but with little success. A smile flashed across Catherine’s face at her opponent’s agony.

Both women rubbed their breasts which were red and scratched from roughly sliding across each other and the carpet as they struggled for position. As the rolled across the floor, they yanked their heads back by the hair and slugged their fists into each other’s sides.

“Unnnngghh!” Catherine cried out as she received a knee between the legs. She slugged Connie in retaliation. The “ommmmpf!” from Connie gratified Catherine as she kept pounding her fists into Connie.

Dandridge slowly backed up slowly towards the edge of the bed never taking his eyes off the women battling on the floor in front of him. He was mesmerized by the sights and sounds before him. Not being able to help himself, he started rubbing his “hard-on” through his pants. He placed his other hand on the satin bed cover as he leaned back to continue enjoying the show the women were putting on in front of him.

The contrast of the women’s red and black stockings accented their struggle. Catherine clamped her legs together tightly around Connie’s. Using her hold on Connie’s hair for leverage, Catherine stretched her body out as flat as she could, squeezing and pulling Connie’s stocking down her thigh. “Ahhhhhhaaa!” Catherine screamed trying to break her foe in two.

Connie’s hatred for her foe showed once again as she slugged Catherine in the stomach. “Ugggghhhhh! Catherine wailed. For a few furious seconds, both women used one hand to punch each other as quickly and hard as they could both to wear down their enemy. Fists thudded into soft flesh as they went at each other with wild abandon. None of the punches had much force and did little damage except to bruise the already reddened skin of the two warriors.

Their arms tiring, Connie and Catherine stopped punching and rolled over each other so that they were once again facing each other on their knees. Leaning forward, they grabbed each other in bear hugs their battered breasts squeezed savagely between them. Rocking side to side, they finally succeeded in throwing each other to the floor landing with a soft. Their faces were pressed together as they rolled over each cheek to cheek across the floor.

The muscles in their forearms and upper arms strained as they tried to crush each other. Their legs were thrashing and wrestling in a battle of their own. Stockings were pushed lower and lower as they kneed, kicked and wrestled.

They finally rolled to a stop with Catherine partially on top of Connie. Catherine turned her head toward Connie’s ear her hair matted from sweat and hopelessly tangled, she whispered a challenge to her foe, “you fucking bitch. I’m going to shred you”.

Connie then leaned into Catherine’s ear. “Come on you slut”. I’m ready for you. Let’s party”.

The women continued to squeeze each other, their arms trembling slightly from the exertion of their hold on the other. so hard their arms were slightly shaking. They were sliding and shifting from sweat.

After a moment they both relaxed in their embrace, breathing heavily. Catherine’s pussy was on fire and dripping profusely. She shifted and humped towards her foe’s leg and pussy. “Oh, fuck you!” she panted.

Connie was also becoming very excited by their intimate contact as she humped against Catherine’s leg. “Come on, bitch”, she growled.

Their panties were drenched and clinging to their skin as they separated their legs. Inching up closer to each other, they clamped their legs together again with their pussies pressed together.

Dandridge’s eyes were jumping out of his head as he rubbed his cock faster and faster. He contemplated pulling down his pants to do it right. ‘Hell, the women are naked so why shouldn’t I be,’ he thought to himself as he unbuckled his belt and let his fall to his ankles. Stroking his swollen cock, he moaned as he sat on the bed. His tongue slipped out of the corner of his mouth as he watched with lust as the beautiful women continued to fight in front of him.

“Hhhhhhhmmmmmmm!”, Catherine humped her pussy into Connie’s furiously.

“Aaawwwwww!: Connie humped her rival faster and faster. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, …”, Catherine moaned as she was now was losing control. The women released their bear hug and grabbed each other’s hair. Clamping their other hands on a rival breast, they dug their nails in savagely. Arching their backs and pulling each other’s head’s back obscenely, they screamed as their orgasms washed over them.

Dandridge stood up at the end of the bed, pumping and pumping his pulsating cock. ‘Awwwwww, god’, he moaned as he shot a stream of cum up in the air. He continued to spurt two – three – four times as the sticky mess pooled on the carpet.

Catherine and Connie lay still partially entwined on the floor with their chests heaving in relaxation. After several minutes, Catherine pushed herself up on her elbows. She saw Councilman Dandridge resting on the bed with his now limp cock still dripping between his legs and his pants around his ankles.

“My God!”, she thought. “What was he thinking? What is he doing here?”. Then she remembered seeing him come into the room, what seemed like hours ago. Wincing and rubbing her sore leg, she looked down to see herself tangled with Connie. Their beautiful legs were still wrapped over each other. Thighs and calves were scratched. Knees were red. They were clad in their respective red and black stockings, now hopelessly shredded and pushed down around and below their knees. Their sheer panties were wet and clinging to them; riding so low as to leave their pussies and asses almost completely exposed. Connie was laying with her arm around her waist, still breathing heavily. Her own breasts heaved up and down, nipples hard and erect.

She glanced across the room to see the reflection in the mirrored wall. “Damn, is that me?”, she mused. She watched herself primp her hair, which was a tangled mop, matted with sweat and sticking out in all directions. Her mascara was smeared all over her face in black streaks. Connie looked much the same. Catherine felt detached from the surreal image of the two virtually naked women tangled and sweating on the floor. Then looking back at the Councilman and his cock still dripping cum, she realized how they must look to him. “Hmmmmmm, looks like he thoroughly enjoyed himself.”, she thought, sighing and cupping her sore left breast.

She felt no embarrassment; but rather the flush of pride and a little tingle of excitement. She and Connie must have put on one hell of a show. It pleased her to be such an object of desire. And she was also strangely titillated by their brazen struggle. “That bitch and I really went at it”, she said to herself. And a little curl of a smile began to roll across her face at the thought. Looking down at Connie now, she still wanted to slap her; if she wasn’t so tired.

It took several minutes for everyone to compose themselves. They all slowly started to rise and see what had become of their clothes. The women’s dresses were ruined. Connie opened her closet and picked out something else to wear as Catherine looked on wondering what she would do. She was very tired but strangely elated and somehow proud of herself and her effort against Connie. She rubbed her sore breasts gingerly.

Connie smirked as she turned and saw Catherine’s naked body with its bruised and scratched breasts and tangled and matted hair. “Damn, you look as pitiful as you fight, slut”.

“Don’t worry about me, you pig”, retorted Catherine. “You could loan me some clothes if you had any class”.

“Go ahead,” Connie said as she motioned towards the closet snorting in enjoyment of Catherine’s predicament. “Nobody wants to see you driving home naked. It would traumatize them for life”,
she smiled at her own wit.

Catherine moved over and picked out a dress. Her panties and bra were in shreds. She winced as she pulled the dress over her head and down over tender nipples. Her body ached. She reached over to take the hairbrush after Connie had finished using and attempted to make her hair look as presentable as possible. Turning towards Councilman Dandridge, the two women saw him straightening his tie and looking embarrassed.

When he saw them looking at him, he sheepishly cleared his throat. “Ummmm, ah, well, ladies. It was a very successful and enjoyable evening.”

The women looked amused. “Yes, I’m sure you found it enjoyable,” Connie replied with sarcasm dripping off of every syllable. “I’m also sure you will be making a sizeable donation to our foundation. Shall we say $5,000?” She smiled sweetly.

Dandridge looked shocked. His eyes widened in indignation. “Don’t think you can blackmail me!”

Dandridge shot back, his mind racing ways to save him. “Don’t forget, I can easily reveal what I’ve seen in this room this evening. I think your foundation will be making a sizable donation to my reelection effort,” he said confidently.

Catherine and Connie exchanged glances. They turned back to Dandridge. Catherine smiled and said, “You think you can blackmail us? What makes you think we care if you tell what happened here?” Connie acknowledged her agreement with Catherine’s statement with a wicked smile.

Dandridge stared at the two women grimly. A long seasoned campaigner, he had been through many political wars and knew he had to play his hand just right and he was not sure if they were serious. “I would think you lovely and gracious ladies would be mortified to have your fellow foundation members know what really happened here this evening.” His voice trembled just a bit as he tried to sound confident but his fear of their quick agreement and confident, smiling faces sabotaged his effort.

Catherine countered, “Come on Councilman. How do you know we don’t do this every Saturday
night?” “Yes,” Connie purred in assistance… “Women have secrets from men you know”.

They both raised their eyebrows pleasantly. Each woman placed her hands on her hips confidently and stood squarely facing Dandridge as their confrontation continued. The tension was palpable as Connie raised the stakes. “But I think the good voters of this city, not to mention your fellow councilman, might be very interested to know about your disgusting habits at parties when you get a little too much champagne?”

“Yes,” Catherine joined in eagerly. “I’ll swear we found you up here by yourself jacking off on the bed and we do have quite a bit of evidence to prove you were here,” she said pointing to the dark spot on the floor near the Councilman’s feet.

There was a loud, long silence as the Councilman considered the tenuous position he found himself in. Dandridge smiled briefly and shrugged his shoulders. “Ladies, it’s really my word against yours. A moment of indiscretion on all our parts. Who would blame me, 2 beautiful women, hhhhhmmmm. None of us has any proof as to what led up to “that” I’m afraid.” He smiled and then turned to go as he straightened his tie once again.

The women watched and let out a slight sigh of relief as Dandridge disappeared out the bedroom door. They turned toward each other relieved to be alone once again. “He won’t do it. Will he?” questioned Catherine.

“Who knows”, answered Catherine honestly.

They both were lost in their own thoughts for several seconds. Then coming back to reality, they reflected on the incredible brazen battle they had waged with each other that evening. In spite of all the emotion and energy they had expended at each other, they both felt the familiar growing animosity that had started the whole affair. In spite of themselves, they slowly walked closer and once again came nose to nose.

“This isn’t over, slut”, Connie said placing her hands on her hips.

Catherine smiled and responded, “No. It certainly isn’t you cunt”.

After several more seconds, the confrontation ended as Catherine turned to leave. As she walked downstairs and slipped out of the house before she was seen, she laughed about the evening’s bizarre events.

“Goodness only knows what will happen next”, she thought. “But it might be fun to find out”.

The End

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