DESTINED ENCOUNTER, part 1 (Patreon)

The nightclub had everything: good music, good bar keepers and, above all, attractive women. Blondes and brunettes, tall and short, posh and gothic, there were beauties to suit all tastes. But no one could compete with Valeria Guerrero, model and social media star. The 24-year-old brunette beauty was in the dance floor, her perfect face hidden behind a Venetian carnival-style mask that left only her forehead, brown eyes and red lips visible. Her beautiful mouth was twisted into a lustful smile as her big-breasted, long-legged body shook to the rhythm of techno house music. The heat from all the people around Valeria was making her sweat copiously; there had to be at least a hundred bodies bumping and grinding with each other, a collective delirium of alcohol and sex drive dominating the place.

No stranger to it, Valeria was at that moment rubbing her body against a slutty posh girl whose name she didn’t know and wasn’t interested in knowing. She had no real interest in the other chick, because she was only a tool for Valeria’s darkest desires. Dancing with men used to end badly, with guys touching where she didn’t want them to touch. But when a girl touched her, she didn’t feel disgust, or assault…but competition.

For a couple of years now, as she traveled throughout the Americas, Europe and Japan for various fan events and photo shoots, Valeria had looked for the darkest and most hidden nightclubs to make sense of that new part of her—always hidden behind her mask. Night after night, she had found herself pounding her large, firm boobs into another girl’s bust, just to prove that their breasts were sexier; she had found herself pushing her strong pelvis against the opposite crotch just to prove that she had the hottest sex; she had even found herself kissing other women, just to prove that her lips were thicker and her tongue was hungrier. Her nearly three million followers still believed she was straight, and Valeria denied reality behind her mask by telling herself again and again that she was neither lesbian nor bisexual. But whatever she really was, she knew her secret passion couldn’t come to light, not now, not ever. Not even her best friend knew this hidden face of the sexy brunette.

That late summer night in the outskirts of Monterrey, however, Valeria’s life was about to change forever. At the height of her hot duel with the posh girl, the music suddenly stopped, and on the big screen of the nightclub appeared a woman’s face—masked exactly like Valeria. Somehow, Valeria felt that the beautiful brown eyes behind the mask were looking directly at her. Over the loudspeakers, the stranger’s voice rang out, seductive, almost viperine.

“Enjoying the night, you little dirty bitch. Rubbing your pathetic body against inferior women to make you feel superior, huh? Yeah, whore, I know your fucking secret. I know what you like. But tonight it’s all over, because I’m gonna grind my body against yours until you admit you’re an overrated cunt.”

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Choosen by Derby. Words: 509 words.

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TOMORROW

-Discussion topic: When did your interest in catfight start?

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