HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 11 (Patreon)

“We’ll just see about that and if you really want to strip down to nothing and find out who’s body outclasses whose then there’s nothing I’d like to do more!”

“You fucking little pussy-biter,” Kristin shot back, lowering her voice into an angry, whispered hiss. “I know you’d love to get bare-assed and press those hard nipples of yours right up against my tits, wouldn’t you? I could feel how fucking hard and turned-on you were the minute you got pressed up against me in there!”

“Oh my God, you are delusional!” Alex snapped. “You couldn’t wait to grind yourself up against me in that bar and who’s the one who stuck her big hot tongue down my throat in there?”

“You went after my mouth, baby!” Kristin hissed furiously as her chest rammed into Alex’s and the other brunette angrily rammed back against her. “You’ve always been so jealous of me I’m not surprised you secretly wanted to fuck me!”

“You’re the jealous one!” Alex growled in Kristin’s face. “Just admit it: you’ve been obsessed with me for years, and you couldn’t wait to track me down the minute you heard I was back in town!”

The two brunettes glared at each other, gasping and panting in wordless fury for a few sizzling seconds as they each ate up each other’s accusations and admissions, stripped emotionally bare even if they still wore the black feuding outfits each had chosen for this special evening. Kristin’s throat felt strangled, choked with hate and an excitement she’d never experienced in her life before. When she spoke again her voice was raw and thick with passion.

“Well you’re going to get exactly what you want from me tonight, honey,” she sneered against Alex’s face. “If it takes me all night I’ll put you right back on the floor the way I did five years ago, and you’re going to admit to me that I was always better than you!”

“You’re not going to wear me down that fast, baby,” Alex growled back at her. “I’ll match this gym rat body against yours any night of the week and if you think you’ve got the muscle to lock up with me wherever you want tonight you better be ready to bring it hard, because I’m going to pay you back for that last night once and for all.”

“Good,” Kristin sneered. She nodded back toward the street where her Camaro sat. “That’s my car. You follow me but I think you know where I live.”

“Oh, I know all right,” Alex replied, her blue eyes blazing into Kristin’s. “Let’s fucking go.”

***

The drive to Kristin Colt’s house was familiar. Alex had been to a few parties there post-high school, and that’s where she’d caught the eye of Kristin’s fiancé. He’d bought the house and it wasn’t exactly a surprise that it belonged to Kristin now.

It was a big place. Alex couldn’t help feeling a little pang of jealousy as she approached the front door of the split-level house. People always imagined that anyone who made an appearance in a movie or TV show in Hollywood had it made for life, but the fact was that her TV-movie appearances weren’t all that lucrative and that Alex lived in a small townhouse in the San Fernando Valley. Kristin’s big, roomy home was just another reason to resent her, but after their searing exchange of words in the alley and the bone-rattling, physical struggle in the bar Alex didn’t need any more reasons to hate Kristin Colt.

The lean, raven-haired townie was holding the door open for her as she walked up toward the house and Alex’s eyes roved up and down the other brunette’s figure, eyeing her defiantly as she walked past her into the house. The entryway was brightly lit and she was treated to a hard look at her old enemy for the first time in many years, after their last two encounters had taken place in the low, smoky light of Banger’s tavern.

Kristin’s face was still flushed with anger and loathing as her dark, almond-shaped eyes raked up and down Kristin’s body, and for a moment the two women simply stared at one another from head to toe: two slender, athletic, dark-haired women dressed almost identically in smooth black leather pants, midriff-revealing black tops and black leather jackets that both slowly removed as they watched one another, Kristin hanging hers up on a hook near the door and Alex tossing hers on a chair so that both women could show off their toned, bare arms, tight abs and sleek navels.

Kristin Colt had that kind of complexion that always seemed half-tanned even in the dead of winter, and Alex had to remind herself that her own creamy complexion that always had to be protected from the sun attracted its own share of admirers. Kristin’s striking face, her eyes like fierce black coals, was as beautiful as it had ever been, and Alex had to admit to herself that the rival brunette could have easily impressed casting directors looking for intimidating, fierce, raven-haired seductresses for just the sort of pandering TV-movies Alex worked in.

Her only solace in studying Kristin’s sultry beauty was in the simmering jealousy behind Kristin’s eyes as she raked her glance up and down Alex’s figure. Alex knew her own face and her big, cerulean blue eyes often gave away her interior emotions in spite of her attempts to hide them—it was one of the things that made her an effective actress. She had to work to mask her own insecurities, her own jealousy as she stared down Kristin.