Sarah and Anne  Outside the Club (2/6,FF,Sexfight)

At the same time that Sarah was surrendering to her
self-induced orgasm as she dreamed of sexual combat,
Anne Walker was preparing to get her day started.  The
petite dark-haired woman selected a pair of
custom-fitted black jeans and a tight, form-fitting
sweater.  

She sat on the bed and worked the jeans up over her
thighs and past the blue bikini briefs.  The lacy
weave of the panties revealed a dark patch of hair
between her thighs.  She then slipped the sweater over
her shoulders and round, dark-nippled breasts.  She
usually didn't bother with a bra.  

After she dressed, Anne telephoned Claudine's, an
exclusive spa and beauty salon.  Using just the right
tone of bitchiness (and a promise of a fifty to the
woman who controlled appointments), she secured an
11:00 AM time slot for a facial, pedicure, manicure,
and massage.

It was cold and windy outside.  The morning's weather
report promised falling temperatures and the
possibility of an ice storm late tonight.  Anne donned
a full length sable coat and got behind the wheel of
her Lincoln.  She hit the memory button on the seat
and it automatically raised and moved forward to the
optimum seating position for the short brunette.

She was looking forward to tonight's dinner with
anticipation.  She had known for a week that she and
Clark were going to dine with Franklin and Sarah
Beckett.  With delicious eagerness, she imagined the
oh-so-polite encounter with Sarah.  Their husbands, of
course, knew nothing of their contests.  The
occasional bruise or scratch was explained away with
some trivial excuse.  

They would communicate their lust for battle with
innuendo and subterfuge.  They would say things to
each other that superficially would sound sweet, but
the subtext would be a verbal slap to the face.  Their
honeyed words would be like clawed hands to the
breasts.  The kind phrases would intrude like
clutching fingers to the dripping cunt.  

And who knew?  They could contrive some time to be
alone together.  A trip to the ladies room, perhaps? 
Anne gripped the leather covered steering wheel
tightly and narrowed her brown eyes in sexual anger.

The parking valet at Claudine's drove off in her
Lincoln.  She entered the revolving door into the
hushed sounds and pleasant fragrances of the spa.  She
gave her name to the receptionist who called another
young lady up front to escort Anne back to a changing
room.

Inside the small room, Anne removed her coat, jeans
and sweater.  She slipped on a short peach-colored
shift.  She was naked under the shift except for her
panties.  Her nipples were evident through the thin
cotton fabric.

During the next 45 minutes, Anne enjoyed the
ministrations of several young women as they pampered
her hands, feet, and face.  After the invigorating
facial, she was led to the back of the spa for her
massage.  The massage room had several tables that
could be hidden from view by curtains.  Anne saw that
one other table was occupied, the curtains drawn for
privacy.

The attendant said, "Your masseuse will be here in
about ten minutes, Ms. Walker."  

Anne sat on the table next to the occupied one.  The
attendant drew the curtain closed around her and left
the room.

Anne pulled the shift over her head and draped it on a
folding chair.  She stretched out on her back, nude
except for her panties.  She put her hands behind her
head and closed her eyes.

Anne heard the curtain across from her slide back
quietly.  She opened her eyes and raised herself onto
one elbow.  What was this?

With a sudden violent motion, the curtain surrounding
her table was thrown open.  She saw Sarah Beckett
standing there.  Like Anne, she was wearing only brief
panties.  

Sarah looked down at Anne.  Both women were
conditioned by several encounters.  Their bodies'
reactions were beyond conscious control.  Sexual rage
inflamed their eyes.  Their nipples swiftly became
erect.  The lips of their pussies became swollen. 
Beads of moisture appeared on the labia.  

Sarah said, in a poisonously sweet tone, "Why, Anne
darling!  Imagine running into you here."

Anne smiled.  And bared her teeth.