TANGLED by UNKNOWN
Rachel Walsh stomped into her apartment, her feet aching
from the 6” heels on them, sheer black nylons clinging
uncomfortably to her lovely legs in the sweltering heat of
July. It had been another frustrating day at work, sitting
crammed together in a tiny office with the other intern,
Sarah White, the two young women shooting each other dirty
looks across their desks as the lack of air conditioning in
the office and the tension between the two combined to make
the air in the room practically combustible. In the forced
silence of the room, Rachel swore she could hear the rasp of
Sarah’s nylons every time she crossed or uncrossed her long
legs, at which point the brunette would make a point to
prominently cross or uncross her own legs underneath her
tight black skirt. The two would glare at each other openly
across the room, silently daring the other to say something.
Rachel and Sarah had been sniping at each other for the
better part of two months, now, their comments getting
progressively more overt and nastier, until neither could
trust themselves to speak to the other in the relative
privacy of their little corner. It had started with the two
making eyes at the same guy at an after hours office
get-together, who was rumored to be a “leg man,” and could
be observed sneaking covert glimpses of the shapelier legs
in the office on a regular basis. The two women had since
dropped the idea of pursuing him, but the sense of rivalry
between them that had originated from that had only grown.
Rachel had a feeling that she was a little more conceited
about her looks than the average woman. The dark haired
brunette worked out religiously and had a long, athletic
build that was almost Amazonian. Rachel wore her hair
straight and long; her locks framed a pretty face with
features that were a little more square and severe than most
women’s, but which in a strange coincidence, matched the
general shape of Sarah’s icy blonde features. She had a pair
of pert breasts that were not overly large, but allowed her
to show off an inviting glimpse of cleavage when she wanted
to; a strong, supple back and outrageously shapely legs that
she loved to show off in short skirts and nylons. It was
their legs that the women’s arguments kept coming back to,
at least before they had cut off all verbal communication a
few days ago.
“That skirt was a nice choice, Rachel, you really need one
that short to make your legs look good,” Sarah sneered at
her from her desk.
“You’re one to talk, Sarah, you’re practically flashing me
every time you uncross your legs,” Rachel shot back.
“Spend a lot of time looking at that general region, don’t
“You’d like to think so, girl.”
It was hard getting any work done with the constant
bickering between them, but truth be told, the two interns
weren’t really expected to get much real work accomplished,
anyway. More interestingly, Rachel found herself getting
excited arguing with Sarah. Her blood had really started to
pound a few days ago, during one of their last conversations
before they had stopped speaking.
“I knew a girl like you in high school,” Sarah remarked, her
square-cut nails clicking on her keyboard. “Tall,
dark-haired bitch with a big mouth, a real Amazon. We hated
“Yeah?” Rachel snorted. “I can’t tell you the number of big
blonde sluts I’ve known.”
“You ever fought any of them?” Sarah asked. As opposed to
most of their bitchy sniping, the question came out
Rachel fought hard not to swallow. “One,” she said.
“Did it get nasty?”
“Did yours?” Rachel asked hotly.
The blonde didn’t answer, instead she stared silently at
Rachel, who returned the glare, both women suddenly
breathing hard. The rest of the day had passed in silence.
At home now, after another tense day anticipating she didn’t
quite know what, Rachel logged into her e-mail account and
noticed a message from an unknown sender, addressed from
email@example.com. The message contained a
single picture, shot from what looked like a low quality web
cam, of a pair of very familiar-looking nylon clad legs.
Rachel had seen her rival’s legs practically every day for
the last two months, but obviously had never had a
chance to really stare at them, until now. The picture
started just above the hemline of a hot pink skirt. White
thigh-highs left a smooth expanse of sleek, tanned thighs
visible above lace, crossed over one another. Rachel traced
the perfect lines of the legs from thigh to toe, which was
pointed downward at the floor and encased in a spike heel
with a long, sharp toe, exaggerating even more the length of
the leg. The brunette’s nostrils flared; this was not a
challenge that could go unanswered, not if she wanted to be
able to look Sarah in the eye at work.
Ten minutes later, Rachel had a new e-mail account named
firstname.lastname@example.org, and was ready in a pair of
seamed black stockings and a short red skirt that she hiked
up even further on her thighs. It took a few tries, but she
eventually snapped a picture she was happy with. She was
bent over slightly, with her back to the web cam, her long
legs dominating the photo in their seamed stockings,
standing perfectly straight and rising out of her 6” leather
stilettos. Her eyes flicked back and forth between her
picture and the one Sarah had sent, imagining them
superimposed on one another, white stockings on black. “Mine
ARE hotter,” she growled softly, clicking the “Send” button
Rachel wore the same stockings to work the next day,
although she paired them with a different skirt with the
lower hemline that covered the lace tops of her stockings,
if just barely. As she slid her long legs into them, she
felt acutely aware of every muscle. She flexed her thighs
inside the nylon, proud of the latent strength contained in
the sleek muscle. She would put her legs up against any
woman’s, she thought arrogantly, and Sarah White was
certainly no exception.
She got to work before her blonde officemate, seating
herself at her desk and tugging the hem of her skirt down
over her thighs. The men in the office usually stopped by
early in the morning to ogle the two before forgetting about
them for the rest of the day, and although she usually
enjoyed the attention, she didn’t feel like dealing with it
A few minutes past eight, Sarah finally arrived at work. She
stood in the doorway for a few moments, waiting for Rachel
to look up from her monitor. The women exchanged glares,
Rachel realizing that Sarah seemed to be wearing the same
stockings she had sported in the picture she had sent to her
rival, as well. The two young women openly studied each
other’s legs for the first time, Sarah’s pair slightly
spread on top of her towering heels in the doorway, Rachel’s
crossed seductively underneath her desk. Impulsively, Rachel
tugged the hem of her skirt higher on her right leg,
flashing Sarah a glimpse of black lace and bare thigh.
“Better than YOURS,” Rachel snarled softly, her voice
pitched to barely carry to the doorway.
Not to be outdone, Sarah hiked up her dark blue skirt,
revealing white lace and a tantalizing glimpse of her smooth
thigh. “HOTTER than yours,” Sarah hissed back intensely.
The two women glared at each other hotly, their jaws set,
teeth gritted behind their fresh lipstick. Finally, Sarah
stalked over to her desk, crossing her legs almost angrily,
right over left.
After a few moments of silence, with both girls seething and
the only sound in the room the quick staccato beat of
keyboard keys, Rachel finally said, “You must have mistyped
the address when you sent your e-mail, bitch, because
there’s no WAY those are better than mine.”
“Yeah? Well, I wasn’t impressed by your amateur photo,
either, bitch,” Sarah snapped back. “If you think yours are
hotter, you’re even more out of touch with reality than I
“Did you send your high school girlfriend slutty pictures of
your legs, too?” Rachel asked scornfully.
“Yeah, she thought she was hot shit, too, just like you.”
“Well, if she was just like me, she must have beat your
“I beat HER,” Sarah growled. “BAD.”
Rachel opened her mouth to answer, but the look on the other
woman’s face took her aback slightly. It was almost savage
in its intensity and earnestness, Sarah’s bright blue eyes
wide and accentuated by her dark eyeliner, nostrils flared.
The brunette quickly recovered from her momentary surprise,
however, and felt herself responding to the emotion of the
other woman, her blood pounding in her veins, body
temperature climbing uncomfortably in the cramped office
“What about you and your blonde slut?” Sarah asked. “I
suppose you’re going to tell me she looked just like me, and
you kicked her butt, too?”
“Not quite like you,” Rachel rasped. “But I DID beat her.”
“Yeah? Tell me how,” the blonde demanded.
Rachel’s eyes darted over to the doorway. “Fuck you,” she
“Lying cunt,” the blonde sneered.
“Just try me, bitch,” Rachel snapped. The two women stared
angrily at each other across their desks. “Because I would
love to put you in your place.”
The blonde snorted, but didn’t answer. After holding each
other’s stares for another several seconds to make sure the
other woman knew she wasn’t intimidated, both women returned
to their work with elevated heartbeats and rising
As the day wore on, Rachel and Sarah put on a subtle display
of their legs for each other. The unusually modest skirts
they wore to work today slowly climbed up their thighs as
they wiggled in their seats, the lace bands of their
stockings coming into view on their crossed legs. Rachel
dangled her right shoe off her toes as her mouth sucked on a
piece of hard candy, her cheeks slightly sunk on her
attractive, but angular face. From behind her desk, Sarah’s
lips were pursed in an affected pout, glossy with wet
lipstick, as she traced the curve of her left calf with the
toe of her pump.
Rachel could feel her breath shaking as the women brazenly
displayed their legs for each other underneath their desks,
their eyes playing a game of tag with one another, giving
each other’s nyloned legs angry glares, darting from their
computer screens to stare wide-eyed at each other’s
remarkably similar features, chins tilted in arrogant poses.
With Sarah’s blue eyes glancing frequently beneath her desk
as Rachel slid her long, lovely legs together in her black
nylons, the brunette almost felt as if she were masturbating
for the statuesque blonde. Watching her rival squeeze her
toned thighs together again and again, just the barest
glimpse of naked thigh visible above white lace, Rachel
sucked harder on the candy in her mouth until she felt it
dissolve entirely. In a twisted way, the two rivals were
flirting with each other, Rachel realized.
The brunette could feel Sarah’s eyes on her as she got up to
use the restroom, lifting her skirt briefly as she passed
the blonde’s desk to flash her the back of her thigh. When
she got back to her desk, there was an IM window open.
better_than_yours: I saw cellulite, bitch.
Rachel looked up angrily to see Sarah’s smug face smiling at
mine_are_hotter: All muscle, slut…unlike yours.
mine_are_hotter: Thanks for checking me out, though.
The sound of keys being struck sharply in rapid succession
filled the room.
better_than_yours: Please, like you haven’t been checking me
out every chance you get.
mine_are_hotter: Yeah, I have been…and I’m not impressed.
better_than_yours: You should be. You should be terrified,
mine_are_hotter: Blonde skanks with long legs don’t scare
me. If you hadn’t noticed, mine are just as long, and
better_than_yours: Prove it, bitch.
The two women turned their heads from their computer screens
in unison to give each other a hard stare.
better_than_yours: Come back after work, 7 p.m. We’ll have
the office to ourselves.
mine_are_hotter: My legs against yours, bitch?
better_than_yours: Until one pair can’t take anymore, cunt.
Rachel’s heart beat in her chest like a jackhammer as she
squeezed her thighs together, a distinctly sexual sensation
radiating from between her legs. She could hear the rasp of
nylon from across the room as Sarah’s white-stockinged
thighs rubbed together, as well. 7 p.m. couldn’t come fast
Throughout the rest of the day, the women would leave to go
to the bathroom together, and if they found themselves
alone, they would clinch together briefly, pushing their
legs into one another and grabbing at the other’s ass
through their skirts. During their final trip, Sarah gave
Rachel a sharp slap which almost set off a full-fledged
catfight, before the girls heard another woman entering the
Rachel sat alone at the bar in a restaurant a few blocks
from the office, the sullen glare on her face discouraging
any potential suitors from approaching. Her stomach felt far
too unsettled to eat anything, filled with butterflies. She
had downed a few drinks, however, to help steel her nerves,
and they sat pleasantly warm inside of her. Was she crazy to
be doing this, she suddenly wondered? The two of them were
still going to be stuck together inside that room for
another month, at least. She couldn’t imagine having to see
Sarah’s face gloating at her from across their desks every
day for the next month. How sweet it would be, though, to
force that blonde bitch to look at her legs every day
knowing that they were better than her own.
By this time of the day, the lights had been switched off in
their building. It was still light outside, however, enough
to enable Rachel to navigate her way across the floor to the
office she shared with Sarah. Their office was tucked away
down a long corridor, away from any windows, so by the time
she reached the door, it was almost pitch black. Still
slightly buzzed, Rachel turned the handle on the door and
pushed it open slowly.
Sarah had pushed their desks together in the center of the
tiny room, leaving only about four feet of separation
between their front edges - approximately enough room for
two pairs of legs to fit. The overhead fluorescent lights
were switched off, the only light present coming from the
small desk lamp on the blonde’s table, whose metal stem had
been bent so that the light shone directly on Sarah’s pair
of nyloned legs. The blonde’s long limbs sat crossed right
over left, dangling in the space between their desks, the
toe of Sarah’s right shoe pointing down at the floor. The
rest of her body was masked in relative darkness, but Rachel
could see that she was sitting up straight on the edge of
her desk, and hadn’t turned at the sound of the door
Rachel closed the door with a soft click, and approached her
desk. Its surface had been completely cleared, as had
Sarah’s desk. She switched on her own desk lamp, adjusting
its light to shine on the space between their desks, and
wordlessly took up the position opposite Sarah, crossing her
legs aggressively, her nylons brushing up against the
blonde’s with a soft whisper. Their knees touched briefly,
before both women drew back slightly.
“Your legs are shaking, bitch,” Sarah finally said to break
Rachel glanced down at her legs, and silently cursed when
she saw that indeed, they WERE shaking, albeit almost
imperceptibly. She was relieved to find a similar tremor
apparently also affecting Sarah’s legs, however, as they
hung centimeters away from her own.
“So are yours, cunt,” Rachel stated flatly.
Another moment of silence, before Sarah asked, “Have you
ever fought with your legs with another girl before?”
Rachel swallowed dryly, and hoped the sound wasn’t audible
to the woman sitting across from her. “Yes,” she said, “at
cheerleading camp,” flashing back to high school, and a
summer camp she had attended with her friends. Even back
then, she had been one of the tallest girls in the camp, and
in a setting where legs were prominently on display, her
pair were among the best. She remembered being egged on by a
few of her friends to leg wrestle a tall, blonde exchange
student from Sweden. She had barely been able to hear the
high-pitched screaming of their friends through the pounding
blood in her ears, as she sat on the cold cement floor of
her cabin scissor-locked with the other girl, her nails
gripping the blonde’s bare foot in her hand as she squeezed.
She had been wearing white cotton panties like the other
girl, and from her position she had a clear view of her
opponent’s crotch underneath her cheerleading skirt. Even
now, she remembered being terrified of the other girl spying
a damp spot on her panties, betraying a sexual arousal that
had taken her completely off guard in its intensity.
She felt the same feeling building inside her now, as she
pressed the top of her right foot against the back of
Sarah’s left calf, running it down the smooth muscle, all
the way to the back of the blonde’s ankle. With a surgeon’s
skill, she dug the toe of her shoe into the back of Sarah’s
pump and pressed down, until it slid off the blonde’s foot
to dangle off her toes.
“Cunt,” Sarah breathed. Rachel fought to keep her leg still
as the blonde explored the back of her calf in a similar
manner, the long stiletto of her shoe dislodging Rachel’s
left heel. It fell to the floor with a soft thud.
“What about you, bitch?” Rachel demanded, her voice pitched
low to hide the tremor in it. “Did you and your dark-haired
amazon fight with your legs?”
In the pool of light from their two desk lamps, Rachel saw
her rival kick off her dangling shoe. “We did,” the blonde
said. Her nyloned toes gripped the long, thin spike of
Rachel’s remaining shoe, pulling it off and to the floor.
“We fought until our nylons were torn, ruined, and then we
fought some more.”
Rachel maneuvered her right foot underneath her rival’s
shoe, lifting it up until her sole was lined up with the
bottom of the blonde’s shoe. It didn’t surprise her that
they were the exact same size. Moments later, Sarah’s
remaining shoe fell to the floor, and the women were left
only in their stockinged feet.
Sarah uncrossed her legs suddenly, and hiked up her skirt
all the way to her hips, her bare thighs glowing in the
lamplight above white lace. Rachel followed suit, her skirt
actually tearing audibly in her haste. The brunette reached
for her rival’s legs, tangling them together in the narrow
space in between their desks. The two young women hissed as
their nylons slithered together, feet curling around each
other, soles wrestling roughly, sending shivers of sensation
up both women’s legs. Rachel couldn’t stop herself from
gasping in between her gritted teeth as their legs tangled
violently together. After hours of staring at the blonde’s
shapely legs today, to actually feel them between her own,
their muscles pressed together hotly underneath nylon and
lace, was unbelievable. The naked aggression and hostility
of the contact only boosted her arousal, which she fought
desperately to control.
“I’ve wanted to fight you ever since I saw you in those
tacky fishnets you wore that first week,” Rachel heard
“Yeah?” Sarah grunted. “Well, I’ve been ready for you ever
since our legs got tangled up that night at the bar,” the
blonde hissed, referring to an incident Rachel thought the
other girl had just brushed off as an accident. They had
been giving each other sullen glares all night as they sat
across a narrow counter from each other, perched on these
improbably tall stools, when the brunette’s stiletto had
slipped on the rung of her stool. She had fallen backward,
her legs stretching out in front of her, before they locked
onto Sarah’s, gripping them tightly to regain her balance.
She still remembered the other girl’s muscles tightening
with shock and squeezing around her own, before pulling
quickly away after she had righted herself on her stool.
Rachel scooted forward on her desk, pushing her legs further
into her rival’s to allow their thighs to grip one another
more fully. The lace bands of their stockings pressed
together as the women crushed the other’s thigh in between
her own, sleek muscle rippling underneath nylon, forcing a
long, guttural groan from each intern.
“You’re strong, bitch,” Sarah admitted, grunting as the
girls squeezed one another. “But how long can you keep it
Rachel growled as she gave her rival’s leg a twist between
her own, forcing another hiss from Sarah. She had been
wondering the same thing, actually, but that only served to
make her angrier. It had been less than ten minutes since
the girls had started fighting, but already Rachel could
feel perspiration starting to form on her forehead and her
leg muscles were burning, although they still felt strong,
“I’ll be going strong well after your legs are begging for
mercy, slut,” Rachel promised her rival.
“How did it end?” Sarah asked through gritted teeth. “Your
“She screamed for me to stop squeezing,” Rachel growled,
remembering the fight all over again.
Sarah grunted. “Did you?”
“Not at first,” Rachel admitted, surprising herself. It felt
strange confessing this to a woman she hated and with whom
she was currently locked in a strange, erotic combat with,
but she felt unable to lie about this to her. “I don’t
remember hearing her. Our friends had to pull us apart.”
“There won’t be anyone to pull us apart tonight,” Sarah
hissed, her fingers gripping the edge of her desk, her red
nail polish barely catching the light.
“How did your nylon ripping fight end, whore?” Rachel
demanded, in part to distract herself from the pain
radiating from her trapped thigh.
“On the floor,” Sarah said simply. The blonde grunted,
glaring at Rachel through her golden bangs. “She left with
bare legs, and transferred the next quarter.”
After another ten minutes of torturous squeezing, the girls
suddenly relaxed their legs as if acknowledging that the
first phase of their contest had been a draw. They rubbed
their legs in between one another’s almost gently, as if
massaging them and getting them ready for their next battle.
Sarah suddenly pulled her legs up from between their desks,
and sat on her behind with her stockinged legs stretched out
in front of her in the air. Her long blonde hair fanned out
from her head onto her desk as she arched her back, staring
up at the ceiling. Instinctively knowing what her blonde
rival had in mind, Rachel lay back on her desk, as well,
stretching her black nylons out until the soles of her
stockings met Sarah’s. They slid their stockinged feet
together for several minutes, pushing back and forth with
their legs. First, Rachel’s leg would get forced back until
her knee almost pressed up against her breast, and then it would be Sarah’s turn to
gasp as her leg was crushed into her ribcage. If anyone had
been watching, it would have looked like the two statuesque
women were bicycling against each other in slow motion,
their perfect legs part of a piston that was constantly on
the verge of exploding with tension.
Rachel hissed as her feet unexpectedly slipped against
Sarah’s, the blonde’s nylon clad foot smashing against her
face and knocking the back of her head against her desk.
“Cunt!” she swore, bringing her own foot down on top of the
other girl’s face, holding it pressed against the
blonde’s cheek, keeping her head down on the desk. She could
hear the sound of nylon ripping as Sarah clawed against the
top of her foot with her nails, finally working her thumbs
underneath the brunette’s foot enough to throw her leg back
up in the air. The two rivals’ right legs tangled high above
their desks, calves smashing into one another solidly
several times, before they locked their legs at the back of
the knee. Rachel gripped the edge of her desk, her neck
muscles taut with effort, and the two young women growled
savagely, their long limbs pulling in opposite directions.
So intense and violent was the struggle between their legs
that their desks started to slide fitfully together,
bouncing up and down noisily on the floor. The brunette’s
supple back was twisted to the left, her right shoulder
lifted off her desk, as she strained against Sarah’s
white-stockinged limb. Rachel could feel the heat radiating
from the back of the blonde’s thigh as it pressed up against
hers, muscles stretched tight and throbbing, and then her
right hand was clawing at the inside of the blonde’s thigh,
her nails ripping down on white nylon, her thumbnail gouging
at her rival’s bare thigh. The tall blonde cried out in
surprise, her leg stiffening as a spasm of unexpected pain
lanced through it, and lost the tug-of-war between their
legs. The blonde’s limb was jerked violently to the right,
and slammed viciously onto the surface of her desk, her
entire body flipping over so that she ended up face down on
“Cheating bitch!” Sarah cried out, attempting to push
herself up off the desk. Rachel was already on her, however,
her right hand tangling itself around her rival’s long,
blonde locks, wrapping them around the outside of her hand,
as she pounced on the blonde’s back.
“Like there are any rules, slut!” Rachel hissed heatedly in
her rival’s ear, giving Sarah a hard tug on her hair,
pulling her neck back savagely. She lay stretched out along
the tall blonde’s backside from head to toe, her long legs
in their black nylons wrapped around Sarah’s white
stockings, her ankles locked around the blonde’s, struggling
to control her rival’s thrashing limbs on the wooden
surface. The friction between their nylons was maddening,
the sounds of their leggy struggle filling the tiny room,
along with the almost sexual grunts of both girls. Rachel
felt her legs being forced apart as the blonde beneath her
tried to buck her off, her skirt riding far enough up her
hips that her red thong showed. The blonde was thrusting
back into Rachel with her tight behind now, her nearly naked
ass cheeks slamming into the front of the dark-haired girl’s
crotch. For the first time, Rachel realized how wet she was,
and just how much fighting with the leggy blonde underneath
her was arousing her. She groaned as Sarah ground her right
butt cheek back into her thong, wanting desperately to sink
her claws into the blonde’s round, thrusting ass muscles.
Sarah’s gluteal thrusting must have distracted her more than
she realized, because the blonde had managed to twist
herself around on the desk to come face to face with Rachel.
The two young women roared as their bellies slammed into one
another, the blonde’s arched back sending her tight tits
smashing upward into her rival’s. Rachel’s nylon clad feet
scrabbled against the smooth wooden surface of her desk,
failing to find any traction to help her keep her on top.
Hands in each other’s long hair, the two rivals rolled back
and forth on top of their desks, long legs locked around
each other desperately, their skirts now bunched up around
their waists. Bare thighs battled above stocking tops, skin
against skin, muscles taut and rippling. Their desk lamps
were swept to the floor in between their desks as the women
rolled into them, casting the room into further darkness.
“You want a catfight, whore?” Rachel growled into her
rival’s face, their chapped, lipsticked lips blowing into
one another. She could taste alcohol on the other girl’s
breath, warm and heavy on her lips.
“Bring it on, cheerleader,” Sarah hissed, tilting her jaw
against the brunette’s, as she jerked down on her rival’s
Almost mad with hate, now, Rachel began to rip her nails up
her blonde rival’s stockings, snarling as she ripped apart
the white nylon, talons biting into the blonde girl’s lovely
legs. She had never thought of her fingernails as weapons
before, but she wielded them as unselfconsciously as any
veteran catfighter, now. The sound of her own nylon ripping
soon followed, as the enemies scratched at each other’s
shapely legs, the catalysts for their war against one
“I hate you, cunt,” Rachel gasped, her voice rising on the
last word, cut short by Sarah’s teeth snapping down on her
bottom lip. Her green eyes blazed into Sarah’s blue irises,
both girls wearing heavy eyeliner that exaggerated the size
of their eyes, wide now with hatred. Without thinking,
Rachel’s tongue suddenly lashed out, licking at her rival’s
snarling mouth. The blonde’s body seemed to freeze against
hers for a split second, before Rachel felt the warm, wet
kiss of Sarah’s pink probe against her mouth. Snarling into
each other’s full, glossy lips, the two girls proceeded to
exchange long, drawn-out bites, holding each other’s lips in
their teeth, their eyes promising more violence than they
actually inflicted, and fleeting, tentative tongue kisses,
their wet tongues darting against one another’s hungrily,
only to withdraw at the contact. It was the hottest, most
perverse kiss Rachel had ever participated in, and she
groaned as she wrestled with the blonde on the surface of
their two joined desks.
“Is this how you like to fight, you big blonde whore?”
Rachel hissed, holding her rival’s lip in between her teeth,
tasting the blonde’s lipstick on her tongue. “Tonguing
another girl until she gives up in disgust?”
“Am I getting you off, cunt?” Sarah managed to hiss
carefully around her rival’s teeth, her thighs grappling
with Rachel’s, spreading them apart and forcing their thongs
into contact underneath their hiked skirts. “I’ve never met
a bitch who wanted it as bad as you.”
“YOU’RE the one getting her rocks off,” Rachel insisted
heatedly, wincing as Sarah bit down on her lip. She dug her
nails into the back of the blonde’s left thigh as they lay
struggling on their sides, gripping the sleek muscle with
her talons, feeling it spasm against her palm.
“Bitch,” the blonde swore, her nails squeezing the bottom of
her tall rival’s shapely ass, right where it met her thigh.
Rachel could feel the muscle twitch and harden
“I thought you wanted to fight with our legs, cunt,” Rachel
growled. “Or have you already given up on that fight?”
“I know I’ve got more leg than you, whore,” Sarah hissed.
The blonde suddenly shoved her rival away, the two rivals
kicking free of one another, and getting warily to their
knees on the platform of their two desks. They glared at one
another through their long, tangled hair, brushing it away
from their eyes, breathing heavily, both women hot and
angry. Rachel began to unbutton her sweat-soaked blouse,
showing her heaving tits to her blonde rival in their red,
lycra cups. On her knees across from her, Sarah sneered, and
did the same, pulling off her blouse and leaving the two
young women in their bras, skirts, and tattered nylons.
Warily, the women slid off the wooden surface, circling each
other around their desks, red nails brushing the wood
threateningly, visible only as shadows to the other except
when they passed through the spotlight of their desk lamps,
now lying on their sides on the floor.
Rachel stopped the next time she passed the cone of light,
waiting for the blonde to come around the perimeter of the
desks to join her. She spread her long legs apart on the
carpet in their tattered nylons, with Sarah taking a
matching position across from her. The women locked eyes,
glaring intently into each other’s face, a thin sheen of
perspiration visible on both women. Slowly and deliberately,
Rachel gripped the hem of her bunched skirt in both hands
and tore, the sound of ripping fabric stretched out across
several seconds, unnaturally loud in the dead silence of the
room. “You’ve been hot for my legs since you first saw me,
bitch,” Rachel rasped. “Take a good look, whore”
Sarah was silent for a moment, her eyes studying the tall
brunette’s gorgeous legs. Somehow, the tattered nylon
hanging off of them only made them seem more arousing to the
blonde. Setting her jaw, Sarah slowly gripped the bottom of
her skirt and ripped upward, as well, her blue thong
sporting a sizable damp spot right in the crotch of her pussy. “I know
you’ve wanted to fuck my hot legs every day for the past two
months, cunt,” Sarah hissed.
“From the way your pussy is dripping, I’d say you’re the one
looking for a fuck, bitch” Rachel said.
“What can I say?” Sarah growled. “Beating long-legged,
hard-bodied bitches like you gets me wet. Besides,” the
blonde said, tilting her chin at Rachel’s crotch, which
sported its own rapidly growing spot, “it looks like I’m not
the only one of us in heat.”
“Whore,” Rachel snarled, lunging for her rival. Sarah met
her head-on, the two young women smashing together hotly,
their tits crushing into one another through their bras as
their bare, slick bellies flattened against each other.
Rachel grabbed two handfuls of her rival’s blonde hair to
pull them together even closer, the women grunting as they
positioned their bodies against one another, bouncing
breasts fighting for space. The two interns slid their long
legs together, their ruined nylons scissoring the other’s
thigh. Sarah’s cunt felt hot and moist on her thigh, barely
constrained by the blonde’s skimpy thong. She heard the
other girl groan against her cheek as she squeezed her legs
around her rival’s leg, and forced her sleek thigh up
against Sarah’s cunt. Hands in each other’s hair, the two
girls slowly stumbled across the carpet in their stockinged
feet, jamming their thighs against rival cunts and squeezing
their strong, shapely legs together angrily.
After more than two hours fighting with Sarah, using her
body and especially her legs in ways she had never dreamed
of, Rachel felt her legs starting to cramp up. Stumbling
slightly, Rachel suddenly felt herself slammed up against
the wall, the blonde surging into her with her body, their
tight tits smashing into one another. Gripping Sarah’s hair
in both hands desperately, she twisted and reversed their
positions, pressing her thigh against the blonde’s wet
crotch as her rival squirmed with her back to the wall.
Rachel smashed her bra-covered tits into Sarah’s, driving
the blonde against the cold plaster of the wall repeatedly,
until she felt the blonde’s teeth bite down on her lip
again, drawing her into another brutal kiss. This time, the
two women let their lips lock fully, sucking on one
another’s hot, gasping mouth until they were breathless,
surfacing only to suck down a mouthful of air. Dizzy with a
lack of oxygen and an over-the-top, violent arousal she had
never known before, Rachel stumbled backward, stopping only
when she felt her back hit the edge of her desk. Her legs
splayed on the carpet, arms leaning back on the desk, Rachel
watched warily as her blonde officemate stood leaning
against the wall, her tits heaving up and down in blue lycra
cups. In the dim ambient light provided by the fallen lamps
on the ground, she could barely see Sarah slowly reach
inside the waistband of her panties, but once she identified
the motion, it was unmistakable. Forcibly reminded of the
throbbing of her cunt, Rachel slid one hand down her
panties, as well, her fingers sliding through her dark pubic
hair to touch her wet vaginal lips.
“It’s hard, isn’t it?” Sarah hissed. “Your clit, I mean.”
It was. In fact, it was peeking out from in between the
folds of her labia, now, thick and engorged in a way it had
never been before with anyone. “Yeah,” Rachel acknowledged,
her voice low. “It’s hard, bitch.”
“A hot, long-legged bitch like you probably has a long clit,
too,” Sarah said.
Rachel froze momentarily, wondering just how long Sarah’s
clit was. She had always thought her clit was above average
in size, and right now it felt larger than it had ever been.
“It’s long enough, whore,” she rasped.
“Long enough to fuck with?” Sarah demanded, the arrogant
blonde’s voice almost tremulous now.
Rachel should have been shocked, but instead, she felt
nothing but a sick sense of excitement in the pit of her
stomach, as if she had known all along. “Long enough to
fight with,” she hissed.
She saw Sarah shimmy out of her panties, and she quickly
pulled hers off, as well, casting them off into the
darkness. Now only in their bras and the last remnants of
their thigh-highs, the two rivals advanced on one another
with bare cunts.
The two young women smashed into one another again, their
bare skin smacking together. “Fight me with your clit,
Rachel,” Sarah hissed, her hips ramming into the brunette’s,
their pubic hair tangling together.
Rachel groaned as she felt the other girl’s bare cunt smash
hotly into hers, the feeling almost alien and overwhelming -
warm, wet, soft, and hairy. She thrust back, her clit
tingling with sensation, throbbing madly. “I’m here, Sarah,”
she hissed back. “Let’s see who’s bigger, whore.”
The women pressed their cheeks together, arms wrapped around
each other in a bearhug, each lifted her right leg high and
wrapped it around the other's back then tilted her pelvis up
and forward as their clits found one another.
Rachel groaned, bucking her hips against her nearly naked
blonde rival. Both women shook, as they each stood balanced
on one leg and humped each other in
near darkness, their desperate groans filling the room.
“You CUNT!” Sarah roared into her ear, her long, stiff clit
tangling with Rachel’s.
“MY cunt!” Rachel screamed right back against the blonde’s
ear, jerking her hard clit against the blonde’s sex horn.
“MY cunt will win!”
Rachel felt like her crotch was on fire, the blonde’s
thrusting clit like a small sliver of arousal inside her
cunt, which throbbed unbearably, twitching uncontrollably.
She felt her proud legs go weak, and suddenly found herself
falling and landing on her ass, the blonde inexplicably falling
to her knees with
her scissored crotch to crotch. Over and over the rivals rolled on the carpet, their
pussies locked together, clits twitching and twisting
against one another, sending shivers through each girl’s
Sarah was the first to give, her body rocked by orgasm, long
legs in their ruined stockings kicking futilely against
Rachel’s as her hips jerked violently. As she felt Sarah’s
body go limp in her arms, Rachel rolled on top of her,
grabbing her right leg and holding it tight against her
forcing her cunt down on the blonde’s, her clit still hard,
pushing her rival’s sex back into her cunt. “YES!” she cried
out, “YES! FUCK YOUR CLIT, BITCH!” she screamed, as she came
on top of the blonde.
After what seemed like minutes, Rachel’s body finally
stopped shaking, rolling exhaustedly off of her rival’s to
lie next to her on the carpet, their long legs splayed wide
apart, instinctively reaching for one another. As the
women lay panting against each other on the floor, they both
wondered what came next.