TANGLE OF LEGS, part 16 (Patreon)

As Evelyn made her way to the restaurant on the 3rd floor, her mind was racing with a combination of nervousness and determination. The gravity of the challenge from Lorene weighed heavily on her, and she couldn’t help but question the decision as she approached the public setting. She knew what had compelled Lorene to propose such a bold confrontation in full view of her colleagues, but a part of her felt insecure about it—she couldn’t ignore the potential dangers of engaging in such a heated rivalry in a public space.

“Why not she and I alone again?” she whispered to herself. It was clear that it would be much safer, but Evelyn doubted that it would be as satisfying as humiliating Lorene in front of everyone. “There will be time later for a private rematch…” The echoes of Lorene’s biting retorts still reverberated in Evelyn’s mind. The venomous words had stung and, as she entered the elevator, her heart started to pound faster, and her palms grew clammy. “What if things got out of control?” she said, asking to her reflection in the elevator mirror. “What if we ended up tarnishing our reputations and careers?”

The anticipation of what was to come and the doubts about how it would all unfold increased the pressure Evelyn felt so much that she found herself pressing the button to stop the elevator. She took a breath once, twice as she wondered why she had let her emotions get the better of her. The recent catfight on the 32nd floor had left her strangely stimulated, with waves and waves of adrenaline and excitement that she didn’t quite understand filling her from head to toe. The carnal memory of the sexual climaxes came to her incessantly, and the intensity of those moments had caught her off guard, leaving her bewildered and struggling to make sense of her own desires. It was as if a dormant part of her had been awakened, a side she had never explored or even acknowledged before. It was uncharted territory, with the overwhelming feelings that had surged during her hard-fought duel with Lorene still harassing her. Evelyn had always been competitive and conceited about her physical appearance, but somehow her rivalry with the other redhead had taken a different and anomalous turn. She couldn’t deny that the physical altercation had awakened something primal, an untamed desire that she couldn’t easily dismiss.

As the elevator doors opened on the third floor, Evelyn hesitated for a moment before stepping out. The restaurant was just a few steps away, and she could already hear the chatter and laughter inside. The idea of facing Lorene in such a public setting suddenly felt overwhelming, and she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that she was making a big mistake. But as soon as she looked at her reflection in the elevator mirror, any doubts vanished almost completely. Her long, lustrous red hair cascaded beautifully down her back, and her flawless makeup enhanced her already striking facial features. Her curvaceous body looked incredibly prominent under the white blouse and short skirt but, of course, it was her long, powerful legs that drew her attention the most. As Evelyn stood there in front of the mirror, she couldn’t help but run her hands along the smooth skin of her thighs, remembering the intense clash with Lorene’s best assets. The memory of the opposing legs entwined and hard muscles straining against each other flooded her mind. In that moment of raw recall of the friction between legs, a mighty electric charge ran through Evelyn’s body, sending shivers down her spine.

“If this is about comparing bodies and faces and proving who’s hotter, she’s already lost,” Evelyn hissed with superiority, trying to focus her thoughts. It seemed impossible to look better than not long before, when she had gone to meet Lorene on the 32nd floor, but she had pulled it off. In that game of power, in that battle of wills between two women of strong character and insurmountable sensuality, she believed she had everything to win. “Here we go,” she added. The time had come to face Lorene again, even if she had to do it in the most public and risky scenario. The battle for dominance wasn’t over, and Evelyn was more than determined to emerge victorious, no matter what it took.

The clicking of her heels against the floor seemed to keep pace with her racing heart as Evelyn finally exited the elevator to head to the restaurant. As soon as she reached the placed, she noticed that a big crowd had already gathered. At that hour, she didn’t expect so many people—it was almost as if everyone had read the exchanged words and hateful thoughts of the redheads and had come to the restaurant to eagerly witness the confrontation between the two fiery beauties. But she knew that was impossible.

The larger the audience, the better, Evelyn found herself thinking, the nervousness of anticipation quickening her heartbeat even more. She immediately noticed the eyes on her, and used that energy to her advantage, recharging her already overloaded confidence.

But not everyone was looking at her, or not all the time at least. That was when she realized something: Lorene Mlakar was already there, and she was the one who kept and stole some of the male consideration Evelyn thought she fully deserved. Her eyes were riveted on Lorene’s, who was sitting confidently on a high stool at the bar, strategically placed at the most visible spot in the restaurant—exactly where Evelyn herself would have chosen to sit. It was undeniable that Lorene knew how to command attention and make a bold statement without uttering a single word, and Evelyn couldn’t deny the undeniable magnetism that emanated from the other redhead. Her rival seemed composed and elegant, with a radiant smile gracing her lips as she sipped her drink. It was as if the catfight on the 32nd floor had never happened, as if they hadn’t just engaged in a ferocious, adrenaline-fueled body-to-body battle an hour ago.

As Evelyn approached the bar, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of surprise at how Lorene looked. Despite wearing similar makeup and her signature outfit of a white blouse and short skirt, Lorene seemed somehow even more alluring than before. Her beautiful red hair fallen beautifully down her back, and her eyes sparkled with a captivating intensity. The soft fabric of Lorene’s blouse molded over generous and firm breast curves that Evelyn already knew well, but what really made her swallow nervously was the sight of her beautiful nemesis’ bare legs. Elegantly showcased by her short skirt and the elevated position of the barstool, Lorene’s weapons seemed to stretch on for miles, even more than they had previously. Evelyn already learned firsthand that they were toned and powerful, a testament to the strength and athleticism that lurked beneath their seductive exterior, but in some perverse way those hateful legs looked even more dangerous now.

Again, the vivid memory flashed in Evelyn’s mind, that time with greater intensity: their legs locked in a fierce battle of wills and muscles on the 32nd floor. The heat and hostility between long limbs, the intensity of the confrontation and the bad feelings, and the surprising arousal flooded her entire being. Now, as she saw Lorene confidently displaying her long legs to the world, she couldn’t help but wonder if the other woman was also reliving that moment. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Evelyn kept walked towards the bar, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement. She knew that she had to project the same level of confidence as Lorene, especially since they were both about to embark on a public showdown. With each step, the redhead from the 12th floor felt a renewed determination surging through her veins. Evelyn wanted to show everyone, especially Lorene, that she and she alone was the feminine power to be reckoned with.

Evelyn finally slid onto the stool next to Lorene, her own legs on display, and offered a subtle and fake smile. The unspoken challenge hung heavy in the air as both leggy beauties exchanged glances, and Evelyn couldn’t help but feel a surge of electricity between them. That was the moment they had been building towards for weeks—their unspoken rivalry coming to a head in that public arena. As the anticipation between the women grew, Evelyn felt ready to face whatever came her way, to explore that newfound desire within her, and to see just how far that enigmatic clash of sensuality and competitiveness would take them. The stage was set, and she was determined to give it her all, even if it meant risking everything to emerge victorious in the thrilling, forbidden game of dominance.

“Hey, Evelyn,” Lorene greeted her, her voice low and smoky. “I was wondering if you’d show up.”

“Hi.” Evelyn knew what Lorene was playing at, so she got into it right away, forcing herself to remain composed despite the nervous energy coursing through her. “I wasn’t going to miss it for the world.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Surprised, yeah, but glad to hear it.” Lorene’s smile widened with arrogance, and there was a glint of mischief in her green eyes. “After what happened before…” she added, taking another sip of her drink.

“Hi, girls!” Tiago interrupted before Evelyn could articulate her acid response. From the other side of the bar, the waiter blatantly looked at one and the other alternately. “My two favorite redheads together, what a wonderful surprise!”

Evelyn’s attention was diverted to Tiago, and immediately she knew that the man was comparing them—that was the game they had both agreed to play. The waiter’s gazes were well shared between the two of them, but Evelyn wished she could draw them a little more, if only for an extra victorious second. Glancing briefly over her shoulder, she saw that the rest of the people in the restaurant were also focused on them. Evelyn knew without a doubt that, whoever emerged triumphant from that public death trap, she would have all the rights in the world to rub it in the other woman’s face for eternity.

Evelyn couldn’t help but feel a surge of boldness, so she leaned in closer to Tiago and gave him a coy smile as she playfully brushed a stray strand of red hair away from her face with her finger.

“Your two favorite redheads, huh?” she teased, her long eyelashes fluttering flirtatiously. “I wonder if you’d be able to pick a favorite between us.”

Evelyn’s direct question reddened the man’s cheeks, but also Lorene’s and her own. For half a second, Evelyn even regretted throwing it. But, as her green eyes met Lorene’s equally green ones, she wanted to know the answer above all things. She needed a first victory.

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