DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR, part 3 (Patreon)

Just say fuck you

Pavlovian rude
A menace too
Pay homage to
Your bad attitude

Bad Religion’s anthem echoed off the walls at full volume. It was close to midnight, and Tanja Horn was opening the last moving box. It had been a long, hard day, physically exhausting, but nevertheless what really weighed on the shoulders of the blonde punk-rocker beauty was rather mental. The encounter with her new neighbor was still making her thoughts burn, with the mere memory of the voice, the glances and above all the physical presence of Katja Thorn getting under her skin. In her 30 years of life, Tanja had experienced countless disconcerting situations, especially when the dangerous mixture of music, alcohol and youth had been high in each of its ingredients, and yet, she had never felt so shocked as when, coming out of the elevator, she had seen with her own blue eyes that copy of herself. Her whole body had trembled from top to bottom, shocked and paralyzed for seconds, in front of a presence that should not have been real—and was still doing so now, hours after the life-changing encounter.

“Fuck you,” Tanja sang along with the song, visualizing the other blonde in front of her again, but she hesitated as to who she was really seeing: herself or the other woman. “Just say fuck you.”

As if she somehow needed to remind herself, Tanja left the box and the varied dildos it contained and walked with quick steps to the bathroom, where she had seen a full-length mirror. Along the way, she was undressing, throwing pieces of clothing on the sofa, on the floor and, by the time she arrived in front of the mirror, she had rid herself of her bra, leaving her with only a pair of small red panties covering her beautiful skin.

“We may have looked alike in our clothes,” she said to her reflection, “but there’s no way she’ll look thisgood in the nude.”

No matter where she looked, Tanja couldn’t have been prouder of the fabulous curves of her one-meter-seventy body. Her breasts arrogantly defied gravity despite their generous size, and possessed such incredible firmness that Tanja only wore a bra so that her thick, long nipples could not be seen through her clothes, not because her twin assets needed any kind of support. With her gaze roaming over the extensive mass of her boobs, Tanja noted how erect her pinkish nipples were at the moment, something usual not only when she was aroused, but also anxious. Tanja couldn’t help but grab her own fat bosoms underneath to cup them as she tried to remember exactly what Katja’s chest looked like under her Ramones T-shirt. She certainly couldn’t deny that the other blonde seemed to share not only musical taste, but also a substantial abundance in the breast department, although her natural cockiness about her own looks made Tanja believe that her neighbor could not ultimately exceed her beautiful Ds in either firmness or size.

Katja now traced the contours of her figure with both hands, her fingers massaging a slender waist and wide womanly hips that formed curved lines of a femme fatale. Grasping the edges of her panties, Tanja looked down at her strong thighs and long legs—like her arms, they were toned in a multitude of dangerous mosh pits filled with men bigger than her.

“Pff,” the blonde growled contemptuously. “And to think that that bitch think she can take me in a catfight.”

Turning around, she looked at her own back over her shoulder. Her round butt looked even better naked than when it was covered in tight leather, and the very sight of it always inflated Tanja’s ego with heated pride. No matter which concert she went to, there was never a groupie as highly praised and sought-after as she was, and that was possible not only because of her innate charisma, but also because of that unbeatably sexy cocktail of big boobs and tight ass.

Feeling better about herself, Tanja decided that the move could wait until tomorrow, saying to herself that she deserved to take a nice hot shower before going to sleep. Removing her red panties to expose her hairy sex, she turned on the water in the shower. Less than a minute later, Tanja’s seductive body was already soaking under the soothing hot waterfall. Again, her hands instinctively went to her breasts. Closing her blue eyes, Tanja gasped with pleasure, squeezing her plump glands with too much impetus. Her palms crushed her sensitive, erect nipples, the sensation of bliss immediately spreading to the bottom of her stomach and to her crotch.

“I haven’t had sex for too long,” Tanja moaned, water entering her mouth before being spit out. “A month without fucking, that must be a record,” she added bitterly, still fondling her sensitive bosoms. Being a woman as attractive and striking as she was, with such a perfect body and such an open attitude, she was used to having sex whenever she wanted to—and she always wanted to. However, the move and a few last weeks without concerts had deprived her of the opportunity to satisfy her abundant carnal needs. That Tanja was starting to find most of men increasingly boring and predictable wasn’t helping either.

Even so, she wanted to fuck, and soon. She had heard about some rock clubs in the area, so she decided to go out tomorrow night to look for prey. Thinking of her ideal type of man—tall, slim, tattooed—Tanja began to pinch her long nipples. Feeling them harden and throb under her fingers, she let out a long sexual moan.

“It’s time to meet the local men, and for them to meet me,” she said with a smile under the shower. “A threesome with two guys, that’s what I need,” she wished aloud, all her skin bristling at the thought of two men penetrating her at the same time—something she had already enjoyed in the past, to her delight.

Pinching her nipples harder, the blonde felt her pussy quickly become wet. At the right moments, with the right inspiration, she was able to bring herself to carnal climax just by manipulating her fat breasts, and that instant seemed just fitting. Tanja saw herself mounting a man, riding his hard cock, while another guy took her from behind. In the real world, her right hand went down to her crotch, her imagination ran wild second after second. But, just as her fingertips brushed against her pubic hair, Katja unexpectedly popped into Tanja thoughts, the men vanishing between the clone blondes as if an all-powerful being had snapped its fingers to expel them forever.

“Shit!” Masturbation was perverted by the sudden apparition, and Tanja pulled her hands away from her body as if it was out of the blue contaminated. “Fucking invading whore!”

Tanja came out of the shower with staggering steps, feeling dirty for having thought about her new neighbor in the middle of masturbation. Her encounter with Katja was affecting her more than she had expected, for although the similarities between the two and the mutually defiant attitude had immediately made them bitter enemies, nothing justified a sexual undertone.

“I’m not into women,” Tanja had to say aloud, as if she had to prove something to someone, but of course no one answered beyond the heat haze of the bathroom. “And I’m certainly not into a copycat bitch.” Gritting her teeth, with her heart pounding hard and her sex throbbing bitterly in anti-climax, she began hissing uncontrollably. “Fucking nasty and cheap cunt, you face-stealing piece of shit.”

Feeling frustrated, Tanja suddenly lost control of her actions. Wrapping her wet hair in one towel and her curvaceous body with another, she headed straight for the front door of the penthouse. Without thinking about what she was doing, she stepped outside and, before she realized what was happening, knocked with her knuckles on Katja’s door.

The door opened just one, two seconds later, as if the neighbor had been waiting behind it. To Tanja’s surprise, Katja was wrapped in her own towels, her body wet like hers, the skin of both beauties still exuding hot steam from an unfinished shower. Loud music could be heard from every penthouse, the notes and voices from Pussy Riot and The Donnas mingling in an inappropriate late-night sonic chaos.

“What the fuck do you want, Tanja?” Katja asked hatefully.

“What do you want from me, Katja?” Tanja replied. “You were just about to come out looking for me, weren’t you?”

“You said we’d meet again sooner than I expected,” the other blonde said. “I knew a bitch like you would come at ungodly hours. That’s what women of your type are like.”

“Then we are the same type of woman,” Tanja growled.

“I don’t know…” Katja hissed. “I’m the type of woman who knows what a catfight is, and you?”

There it was again: the straightforward threat, the tooth and nail opportunity. Tanja had been to several catfights in her life, and she had no problem with it, because if a woman asked for it, she would give her what she deserved. She had been that way since her teenage years, and age had not stilled that part of her—quite the opposite, seeing how many problems she encountered at the concerts she went to.

“I know more about catfights than a pussy like you will ever know,” Tanja grunted. “And I can prove it to you, if you have the guts.”

As a silent response, in front of her, Katja began to untwist the towel from her hair. Licking her lips, Tanja did the same, both punk-rock blondes tossing the towels aside after freeing their golden manes. Their hair looked wild, tousled, with a seductive wet sheen to it.

“I’m veryinterested to see what you know about it,” Katja said in a dangerous whisper. “I don’t like loudmouths who are not able to back up their words.”

“On that we agree,” Tanja replied, her fingers twitching eagerly to grab and tug. “So, shall we get started?”

With the mixed, loud music in the background, the two blondes jumped on each other without wasting half a second more on trash talk. Their hands went for the other mane, and Tanja felt her already hardened nipples stiffen even more as soon as she felt her fingers slip through her neighbor’s silky, long hair. Katja’s hands gripped Tanja’s hair at the same time, and neither of the gorgeous look-alike rivals wasted any time in pulling with all the strength in their arms. Groans of pain escaped immediately through gritted teeth as scalps were harmed but, far from the agony stopping her, Tanja felt compelled to keep going knowing that she was making the other blonde suffer.