BEAUTY BATTLE, part 2 (Patreon)

“I’m tougher than you’ll ever be,” Xiu Li said, taking a look at the booze bottle. “This Baijiu is too soft for what I usually take, but it’s a good thing we’re drinking it. I don’t want you to pass out before you and I get some things settled.”

“Oh, please,” Fang Mei rolled her eyes for a second, her legs tightening their muscles as the two pairs of strong limbs kept intertwining like boas. “I can outdo you drinking any day or night you want.”

“You bitch,” Xiu Li whispered as she leaned forward, her dark eyes staring intently at the equally dark, equally feline gaze of her nemesis. “I doubt it. I doubt it very much.”

“You whore.” Fang Mei bent her body forward, the faces of the pretty females barely separated by a few inches, their dilated pupils burning in front of each other in their own personal war of wills as the breath of alcohol mingled in the narrow space between sexy lips. “Let’s see for ourselves here and now.”

Filling their shot glasses for a third time, the women once again heated their throats with burning Baijiu. Then came a fourth, and a fifth shot. Self-confidence in their alcohol tolerance was high in both stunning Chinese beauties, so the sixth and seventh shots came quickly. Although they hated to admit it, the 32-year-old women began to feel a certain admiration for their rival, as the other brunette drank fast, unhesitatingly. If the other female was being affected by alcohol, she certainly wasn’t showing it beyond a slight and growing redness on her beautiful cheeks. But the respect, as always between adversaries, didn’t last, as it turned into envy, frustration and competition, feelings that both cute women saw shining in the other eyes, feelings that translated into their increasingly tighter leg tangle. The desire to win the first psychological battle between them grew in the private booth as more and more alcohol flooded the bodies of the look-alike adversaries.

“What do you think, you weak legs, if we make this more interesting?” Xiu Li said with some frustration at her enemy’s refusal to give up. She knew the game had to end now, as there were only a few drinks left in the bottle.

“I’m ready for anything, short-legged weakling,” Fang Mei grunted with equal dissatisfaction. At this point, both lower bodies were totally intertwined, and the upper bodies were threatened each other at hot, close range.

“Two truths, one lie. You know the game?” Xiu Li asked, her hot and alcoholic breath kissing Fang Mei’s pretty face as her foe nodded. “Well, whoever misses the lie will have to drink a shot…and take off a piece of clothing. You dare?”

Fang Mei’s lips twisted into an erotic, alcohol induced smile. The possibility of humiliating that boyfriend thief and, in the process, actually checking her rival’s body was too tempting to let it pass.

“Oh, yes, of course I dare,” she accepted the challenge. “But let’s do it to the end, if you’re not afraid…”

“I’m not afraid of you or your ugly body.” Xiu Li squeezed Fang Mei’s legs with hers a little tighter, and the other brunette replied with the same vigour. “I can’t wait to take a good look at your pathetic naked body to know what Yuan Hong sees in you,” she growled disdainfully, looking down at her opponent’s big chest.

“That makes two of us,” Fang Mei returned the gaze, her expanded pupils fixed on the fat bust of the other beauty. “I want to see the flabby body that’s trying to keep my man away from me.”

“Bitch!” the flight attendant spat out.

“Bitch!” the ground hostess groaned back.

The women pushed their foe with both hands, breaking the leg lock before standing up to face each other. Alcohol made their veins and mind boil with thoughts of war and competition, of removed clothes and visible flesh.

“I’ll start this,” Fang Mei said before Xiu Li opened her mouth. “I fucked Yuan Hong on that same sofa last Sunday, I have bigger, firmer boobs than you…” She took a dramatic pause before filling her voice with sarcasm. “…and you’re gonna keep seeing my boyfriend.”

“I don’t think you know how the game works, slut,” Xiu Li groaned. “I’ve heard three lies, one after the other, and no truth.” She took one step toward the other beauty. “Let me show you how it’s done: I fucked Yuan Hong on that same sofa last Saturday and he came inside of me as he was screaming myname…I have much bigger, much firmer boobs than you…and you’re gonna keep seeing my boyfriend…” Xiu Li lowered her voice to an arrogant whisper. “Oh, and let me help you: the lie is the last one.”

“You fucking bitch.” Fang Mei came nose to nose against Xiu Li, her dark eyes burning. “Keep living in your fantasy world,” she snarled before pushing her rival back with both hands. Then, she filled the two glasses with Baijiu, and gave one to her nemesis. “We’ll both drink…and take our blouses off.”

Xiu Li’s heart beat strongly at the implication of Fang Mei’s last words, but she still slowly nodded, doubtless—this had to be done. Taking the glass offered by her almost-cloned rival, she raised it slightly, and Fang Mei returned the gesture, both beauties toasting to what was to come. Then, they drank the alcohol in one gulp.

“Come on, bitch,” Fang Mei said. “Show me what you got.”

“More than you’ll ever get, cunt,” Xiu Li replied.

The women took their time about unbuttoning their blouses, playing some psychological games as their fingers slowly stripped them off, each button revealing more of their magnificent breasts. Black front-fastening lace bras made their appearance in front of the attentive dark eyes of the rivals, the expensive, fine lingerie completely full of firm, fat titflesh. When, seconds later, the blouses finally fell to the floor and the torsos were brazenly displayed in near nakedness, the doubts that both beauties had about size grew exponentially, bitterly.

“You whore,” Xiu Li grunted jealously, unable to contain herself. What she saw in front of her was far more impressive than she had expected, Fang Mei’s young boobs looking dangerously full under that tight-fitting bra. “Are those double Ds?”

“They fucking are,” Fang Mei replied through clenched teeth, her resentful eyes focused on the other brunette’s impressive bust. “It seems that yours too, bitch,” she guessed right, noting how Xiu Li’s pretty bra was perhaps a little smaller than her plump bosoms needed. “The old trick of wearing smaller to look bigger, huh?”

“The pot calling the kettle black.” Xiu Li pointed with her chin to the lace-clad bosoms of the other Chinese beauty. “Nice bra, but obviously not your size. Do you usually get this sexy when you date a sexual rival?”

“Says the woman with the most expensive bra in her lingerie drawer.” Fang Mei tried to hide the jealousy that shone on her beautiful face with all the contempt she could muster. “Lace, front-fastening, tight and small…You were waiting for the chance to show it off like a common cunt, weren’t you?”

“I can accuse you of exactly the same thing, you cheap tramp,” Xiu Li said with disdain. Without taking her eyes off Fang Mei’s big breasts, she grabbed the Baijiu and took a long drink, straight from the bottle. “Now, my two truths and my lie,” she growled, her breath smelling heavily of alcohol. “You’re a dirty bitch who doesn’t know what her place is, your tits are trash bought with your daddy’s money…and you’re gonna walk out of here in one piece.”

“You slut.” Angry, Fang Mei plucked the bottle from Xiu Li’s hand and, with one last, long gulp, she finished the bottle before throwing it aside, on the red sofa. “Here are my three truths,” she spat, affected by alcohol and envy. “You’re the biggest cheap bitch in the world, your fake boobs are no match for my big girls…and you’re gonna eat my fat double Ds before I’m done with you here.”

“You filthy, look-alike skank,” Xiu Li snarled. “Be careful what you wish for…because I bite.”

“And I’ll bite back, you low-class copycat,” Fang Mei spat out before taking a quick, scornful look at her enemy’s boobs. “Now, take off that little stuffed bra so we can end this stupid game once and for all.”

The bold request made Xiu Li’s heart pump blood desperately, reddening her lovely cheeks and making her big breasts throb. In front of her, Fang Mei herself seemed to be equally affected by the nervousness and blushing that her own words brought, the request for topless catching challenger and challenged alike by surprise. Despite all the trash talk, despite all the taunts, boasts and stakes, Xiu Li hadn’t really considered that this moment was really going to come—certainly not on this public place. She knew perfectly well how dirty women talk when they’re bitching at each other, catty remarks always provoking that even the most decent women fall into the muddiest verbal depths. But in her personal experience, the other females used to turn around and run away with their tails between their legs before all the ugly words spilled out became true. Fang Mei wasn’t that kind, and neither was she, even though they were both obviously nervous about it.

“You first, bitch,” she managed to say, her voice slightly trembling. “Stop hiding behind that tight little bra and show me exactly how much of a woman you are.”

“No, cunt, you first.” Fang Mei’s mouth twisted in a gesture that Xiu Li didn’t know if it was scornful, nervous or a little of both. “Show me what you really got behind that overpriced lace of yours or…”

“Or what, tramp? What are you gonna do if I don’t take it off?” the flight attendant confronted.

“Then, whore, I’ll have to take it off you…the hard way,” the ground hostess threatened.

The temperature seemed to rise several degrees in just a second. Something changed in the private booth, something that was not unknown to either Fang Mei or Xiu Li. Both could almost taste it between their fleshy lips, that feeling before the storm, the bristly hair on the back of the neck and the slight hardening of the nipples. They had ended up cornering each other in their battle of challenges and insults, and now there was only one way out.

“I dare you to tr–” Before Xiu Li finished her sentence, Fang Mei’s hands were already on her breasts, as quick as snakes, pulling at her black bra. With a muffled groan that combined surprise and offense, Xiu Li grabbed Fang Mei’s equally black bra, her fingers tugging hard at it. A desperate, cruel duel broke out, both raven-haired females tearing off the other lingerie as their nails carelessly scratched the sensitive, beautiful booby flesh in the process.

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