Cat Fight! Noelle vs. Heather – Part 1

Yes boys, I know it’s hard to believe that your innocent little cutie would EVER get involved in something as vicious as a cat fight! (HAHA!) But that’s EXACTLY what happened, and on this past Valentine’s Day, of all days!

It started out like any other ordinary Valentine’s day, which is the way things SHOULD be! Valentine’s Day breakfast in bed made by my little fuck puppet boyfriend.  … some jewelry for dessert, and a HOT new dress to go out to dinner in that matches my BETTER BE expensive new shoes! I enjoyed all my trinkets, ate my breakfast, laughed over the fact he thought that buying me stuff would make me give him some pussy, and had a nice long shower before going out for more shopping and a mani/pedi with my best friend. My poor little man headed off to work so he can keep me in the style to which I am accustomed. That is his purpose, and he knows it. I could see that small cock sticking out hard in his pants as he was leaving for the day. I giggled and waved, my expensive new diamond bracelet jangling pleasingly on my wrist.

I met my bestie at the salon, where we got immediate service. I’m a VERY well-liked customer, considering I throw my boyfriend’s money around in there like it grows on trees! As we got our pedicures, she gave me a play by play of her most recent break-up. I listened to it all, thinking as I always do that if she didn’t try to lick men’s asses, they wouldn’t run all over her, a sympathetic smile pasted on my face. After our salon appointment, we went on a shopping spree (thanks again, to my no-dick boyfriend Andrew!) and had lunch at this great little EXPENSIVE Italian place that I make him take me to on a regular basis.

With sparkling fingers and toes and a sleek new haircut and color, I went home to put myself together for Valentine’s Day dinner out with the boyfriend. I carefully applied my makeup, separating each long eyelash and perfectly lining those full lips.  I painted them a deep, shiny red, to match my dress. Then I put on the crowning touch: my new, gorgeous red Christian Louboutin’s.

I was fastening my delicate gold anklet around my ankle when the phone rang. I picked up the phone and it was Andrew! His boss dumped a ton of work on him at the last second, to be finished the next day! It was something he couldn’t bring home, and I hung up, feeling deflated. I mean, I’m a bitch, but who doesn’t want to spend Valentine’s Day with their man? I spent all day getting ready, and I was seriously considering letting him get lucky tonight! He DID have impeccable taste, and spared no expense to make me happy. This ONE night, I could maybe let him be in charge. However, now it looked like he would be working late into the night.

I jumped up suddenly and decided that since my man couldn’t come to Valentine’s Day, I would bring Valentine’s day to him! I wrapped myself up in my long black belted coat, and, with a few appreciative stares from our doormen, I stepped into a cab with a bottle of Dom under my arm, and headed towards Andrew’s office building in the city. I imagined his surprised face as I stepped into his office and shrugged open my coat, showing him the time I took putting myself together for him. Possibly perching on the edge of his desk and putting one of my beautiful new shoes right between his legs and rubbing.

I slipped through the main entrance quietly and made my way back to his office.  As I reached the door, I could hear his muffled voice. I turned the knob, and my hand froze as I heard another voice… a female one! I stood poised at the door, listening intently. I opened it, ever so gently… just a crack. And I could hear Andrew’s voice, thick, and low, mumbling the words “yes… oh yes… just like that!”. What the FUCK???! I threw the door open and marched in, and WHAT do I find? My pathetic boyfriend, leaning back against his desk with his pants down… and my BEST FRIEND, down on her knees in front of him, his laughable excuse for a cock rammed into her mouth!

Neither had time to react before I was inside his office, my right hand grabbing the back of my dirty, white trash bestie’s head, hand wrapping in her hair as I shoved her down onto my boyfriend’s cock, causing her to gag and choke. My left hand came up and slapped his surprised face… HARD, his head rocking backward. Without a word, I pulled that bitch Heather off of Andrew’s cock, slinging her backwards into the floor, arms and legs flailing rather ungracefully. I laughed as I shrugged off my coat, revealing my tight, sexy red dress. Andrew’s cock sprang to attention immediately at the sight of me; I sneered in his general direction, then walked over to where Heather was struggling to get up from the floor. I shoved my hot new shoe firmly against her chest, shoving backwards hard, sending her down on her back again. I set the spike of my heel down on her chest, with the toe of my shoe mashing against her slutty little cocksucking mouth. I pressed down harder as she struggled to get up, hearing her let out a squeal as her lips smashed harder into her sharp teeth.

Want to know what happened next? Part 2 is coming to the Kingdom blog soon! If you just can’t stand the suspense, you can ALWAYS call me, and I’ll tell you the REST of the story!