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'That's me.'
'Yep - once you get past all the bandages and scrapes and bruises on that wonderful face, and you focus on those deep green eyes lies the body of a goddess. A real knockout. A ten of ten, head turner. Not the superficial ones that open an Onlyfans account, but a real winner.
"Katherine McC....just call me Kat for short."
'You may be wondering how I got myself into this mess. Well...that's in itself is long story. It started off in Seattle - or was it Gothic City - maybe it was that time in Venezuela. It's all a blur now a days. Maybe it was the blows to the head. Maybe it was a drink too many. Or maybe it was just bad luck, but either way, I found myself locked up in New Orleans.
'If you knew me, you would know that I'm not the sort of gal that finds herself on the wrong side of the law. That would be uncivilized for someone like me. I am an entrepreneur. A go getter. A bottom line type of gal - okay...I'm getting long winded here. What really happened was that I met someone somewhere and they offered me a bunch of money to find this treasure. They said it was in New Orleans. They said to start in police station 13. Now me being not a government agent with credentials, I needed a way to get into the police station and search it with out raising suspicion - some real Mission Impossible type stuff. I made a call or two and this was the only way I thought made sense - all these charges are a misdemeanor, right?'
'The police didn't take kindly to my out-of-town beauty causing a ruckus. They said some other things, but searching the county jail was more on my mind then the charges. The guy that paid the money made it very clear. Find the item in New Orleans starting at precinct 13. It is going just as I planned. That is the good news. The bad news is I hadn't thought of a way to get out. I could, but then it would reveal who I am and why I was paid all this money to find this item and...and this radio DJ really sucks. What type of radio do they play in the Big Easy?'
The challenge was made, and as such her schedule was altered. The diabolical mind of Fat Sammy would always seem to interfere with Kitty's life, but this time it would end. Someone was going to be crowned the victor. It would be somewhat ironic that Fat Sammy would chose the place where their rivalry had begun - Shenanigans.
Kitty would seemingly press her hands across her leather tight outfit, finally reaching the chasm where her bosoms were tightly pressed together. Like a magician with a rabbit and a hat, she pulled out her iphone to text her boyfriend, Arthur Mark, to inform him she would be late for later activities. Hint, hint. But even the eventual excitement could not even temper the flood of memories of Shenanigans which shielded Kitty's eyes from Backstabber's glory.
It was early in her new life with her new powers and as such, it was early in her altered ego life as an adult entertainer. Kitty was a natural, her reputation on the poll as well as flexibility on the show floor quickly named her Best Newcomer Twerker Queen. But fame would not last as a challenger would arise, That being Fat Sammy. Fat Sammy's cult following would grow much like Pretty Kitty's, so the innevitable of two rising powers could only be answered in the only way Shenanigan's could think of - a bikini oil wrestling match. The lights were bright that day, as was the cheers of the crowd. It was a good first battle where body oil made their fight a challenge of two oily bodies bumping up against each other. Sammy though was new, and didnt know the arena as Kitty did, and as such she slipped where she should have halted and she went flying out of the arena and into the crowd. There was a massive lawsuit from all the injuries that occured. Fat Sammy was blacklisted from the circuit. Rumor had it that she ate herself into the condition she was in today.
Kitty would invite Backstabber to the final showdown, gesturing for him to follow in her car. She had hoped Backstabber would follow, but if he didn't she would understand. It would get messy between the two. Shenanigan's had closed months ago due to all the lawsuits filed against the facility. It turned to be an abandoned building, but one obviously Fat Sammy turned into her headquarters. Kitty would regret not investigating the obvious but it would not stop her now as her mind focused on the battle, her mind just an empty shell just looking at the road in front of her, but not really paying attention to the road or her passenger if she had one.
Just then, Black Sabbath's Iron Man would sound from her phone. It was her ring tone for Arthur Mark, an easy reminder of her armored man. A devilish smile would stretch across her face at the thought of him, but a sudden speed bump would force the phone ajar from her grasp as it somehow managed its way toward Backstabber. Her attention as now split, but she had to talk to Arthur due to all that was unfolding, but like a bad driver which she was she held one hand fixed on the wheel while her body leaned over to search for the phone as it continued to ring. A series of bumps and swerves would force the phone between Backstabber's crotch area as her free hand would search for the item that she needed desperately.
Stop playing this game with me, Kitty would utter aloud as she often talked to her phone as a person. Let mommy have her fun. It was all instinct now as her hand rummaged between Backstabber's legs, Kitty's mind unaware of Backstabber's facial expression since she tried to remained focused on the road. You like that...she would utter again she felt its phone casing glance her hand. Oh...you want some more! You got big ones, huh? Kitty going to get what she wants.
Kitty's series of jabs would continue until they had reached Shenanigans. The series of unfortunate events made Kitty miss her call but the multitude of red and blue flashing lights signaled the police were already on scene. She would pop out to see the EMTs bring someone from Shenanigans underneath a blanket as a shroud. She would see the metal workings begin to compress under an immense weight while its metal connections squealed in agony. She would run quickly to look at the outgoing body as she ripped off the blanket. There Fat Sammy was, still and dead. Kitty would turn to the two EMTs and get their attention as the two young men were intently focused on her chest. Being blessed had its advantages and as such information as easy to gather.
How did she die, Kitty asked with a sense of relief her arch-enemy had passed but also some bitter anger that it was not her that took her down.
She choked on a chicken bone. The EMT answered, loving his job at the moment. Dang things are pretty much a death wish if it lodges into the airway.
Kitty would see the ambulance drive off as her Nice Cream Ice Cream plans were now non-existent with her gone. The world had been saved by a miraculous accident. She was still the undisputed twerk queen and newcomer of the year, but there would be no cheers and dollar bills being thrown to prove it.
@backstabber: Im late but I could let this die, lol. He is just too funny
Kitty would bite her bottom lip, the enticement of the situation making every step closer to her endgame just that much enjoyable. It was close. She could see it in her head and how she would savor the moment once confronted with the hulking mass of flesh. Kitty turned to Backstabber the joy still on her face, but changed it changed quickly as Backstabber had issues with his belt.
Kitty would remain silent as Backstabber continued to struggle, his actions making her wonder if he was ready for what was ahead. The elevator down proved to be adventurous onto itself, as its age showed in the metal mass as it leapt and caught itself on the ride down repeatedly. Her bosom would sway up and down, left and right in conjunction with the hops the elevator took. Kitty wanted to give her new acquaintance time and space, so she slinked back upon the elevator wall, trying to give Backstabber the room he apparently needed. She watched him as her bosom continued to sway back and forth, left and right, as if a force of nature on to itself moved without knowledge of Kitty. You having problem there. she asked with a devilish grin, as her excitement continued to build?
It was then the elevator hopped once more, giving the biggest bounce yet as if giving a signal to the Heavens above. The chime rang on the elevator bell as the doors quickly opened. Kitty hopped out quickly, almost leaving Backstabber in the elevator. Her feline instincts made her crawl much like the animal of her namesake, her body being transported on all fours as her backside swayed like ocean waves. She would turn,her one eye locking onto Backstabber who lagged behind, What are you waiting for? We have come this far, might as well finish what we started.
Kitty went ahead into the darkness as her body slid into the shadows of the hallway. What she would witness was something she feared. Her body would go from all fours to a standing position, as her arms crossed upon her chest. It was a wall full of monitors, each one of video footage of both Kitty and Backstabber of them around Nice Cream and inside the complex. They had been watched the entire time. Though she hated that Fat Sammy was not there, she admired how she looked on the footage.
When Backstabber would arrive, there would be a slight delay if he would recognize the video footage or not, but either way the footage would shift to one person. Fat Sammy, or Fat Samantha as she was properly called by her birth name.
Fat Sammy would laugh upon the communication link, her breathing audibly heard over the telecom footage. So...Pretty Kitty' it seems as if your search for a real woman continues. She would take a bite of fried chicken in a greedy manner, the extra grease from its fresh fry nature easily saturating her hands while crumbs dribbled down her massive body.
I have expected you long before you arrived, but your constant interference forced me to move up my timeline. Being the full woman that I am, I will give you and your friend a piece of my master plan as there is nothing you two can do. I am taking Nice Cream global. Soon every corner of the world will be eating Nice Cream ice cream and then my plan will be complete. With my hidden formula, zero calorie ingredients will multiply once opened into extra calorie ice cream once the seal is pulled open. The additives will make the world a bunch of mindless zombies where not even Keto could withstand. Fat Sammy would laugh aloud, her immense size making her laughter roar as if she was in the room itself. It is a shame I was not there Kitty. We could have had such fun, the two of us and your new friend there. But as always, I am too much woman for you.
Kitty's hand would raise in anger, pointing at the screen which her rival mocked her. I will stop you Fat Sammy. Kitty would attempt to grab Backstabber, forcing him closely as never before, unknowingly pressing his face into her chest to show the closeness of the two if allowed. If not, then her hand would just rest upon his shoulder. We will stop you and then the real party begins. The two of us together will not rest until we capture you. We can go all night long if need be, Fat Sammy. Kitty replied with a sincere grin. If his face was pressed upon her chest, her hold would get stronger, pressing his face deep into the valley of natural blessings or her grip would just tighten upon his shoulder. Is that what you want? Is that how you like it? I. Can. Do. This. All. Night.
Fat Sammy would laugh one last time as the communication cut off. Come get me Kitty. Come get me. We can end this where it all started. Fat Sammy had won this round but her over-confidence showed the next course of action. It was a deadly challenge but one she had to endure. One that they both would endure. For Fat Sammy was going down.
The gun totting assassin would talk gibberish about some Fat Sally lady, which made Kitty question if the two were even on the same page. Though his goggles shaded his eyes, she knew he was like many of the others as his gaze locked onto her bosom. Obviously the man appreciated good quality, and Kitty loved flaunting them, though many dint drool like an invalid the way the Backstabber did.
Kitty received a shiver down her spine as her danger sense triggered a peasurable look with the feeling, but none the less she shifted her body as his aim took out the cranium of the manager. Damn it! She shouted, as she flipped onto the counter top in a sprawled position, her claws now unveiled. The shot was dead center which showed he was definitely no novice and he raised his gun once more, this time taking out some person she didn't notice due to his appearance.
The shot was true like his last victim but this shot also revealed a trap door, much as she suspected. Obviously this guy was no boy scout, but he didnt appear as if he was an enemy. She would graciously take a vigilante any day considering the situation. She smiled at the door, wondering how deep the rabbit hole would go. I like them big too hun, but not in the way you are talking. My man keeps me that way. She stepped toward the now open door, glancing and happy she did not see any other thugs. She would turn toward Backstabber, gesturing if he wanted to go first. If he accepted, she would definitely notice the streak mark on the back of his pants and the obvious shart which lingered heavily in his pants. If he didnt, she would dart down the case, aware that his eyes would lock onto the swishing of her bottom as she disappeared into the depths of the building.
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