Gurl PowR!
"Eating ice cream doesn't have anything to do with being your friend, and you know I'm on a diet anyway."
"You can't forget about your stupid diet just this once? You are so fucking selfish!"
"I'm selfish?! I'm not the one who's trying to sabotage my diet!"
"Diet diet diet! That's all you ever think about!"
"Jesus, and I thought I was the one having my period!"
"Go to hell, you skanky little twat!"
"What did you just call me?"
"Get out of my face!"
Maybe it's the heat. Maybe it's the sexual frustration. Maybe it's just Gina. You push her out of your way because she is blocking the door and she's not as skinny as you so you can't just move around her. She stumbles backward, tripping over an empty beer bottle and landing flat on her ass, her legs spread-eagled to reveal her lack of underwear to the entire world. Man, she really needs to do some bushwhacking. You don't even bother stifling your giggles.
"Oh, that is fucking it," she screams shrilly, struggling to her knees and then to her feet, all the while pawing in your direction.
"Stop making such a scene!" you yell, blocking her scratches with one arm. However, she manages to reach right over your head and yank your hair forward as hard as she can. That hurts. Like a bitch.
"You crazy bitch! Let me go! Let me go!" With the arm that isn't busy blocking her assaults, you take the liberty of scratching Gina's pretty little cheek open.
"Owwww!" she howls, kneeing you in the crotch.
"You are such a loser!" you scream through your tears, giving her right shin a good solid whack with your platform heel. She falls again, this time forward, landing on her hands and two skinned knees.
"Good show! Better than internet! But if you more fight, I have to call police, you see?" Yuri steps out of the shadows where he has presumably been lurking during the whole fracas.
"I was just leaving," Gina whines with all the dignity she can muster, making sure to spit in your face as she painfully stands back up. Unfortunately for her, her spit just sort of dribbles down her chin.
"Don't call me ever again," you answer bitterly, trying to hold back your tears as you watch your beaten ex-friend disappear into the urban distance.
"Too bad I no haved video camera!" Yuri laughs with delight.
You turn on him, furious. Furiously horny, that is. Your little scuffle with Gina has sent your hormones into overdrive.
"Yuri," you gasp breathily, mostly because you're out of breath. "I have a better show for you upstairs."
"You mean, we, you mean, really?"
"Absofuckinglutely. Come on."
No one will miss the doorman for the five minutes he's sure to last. And you are still poised like a tiger ready to pounce.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRROWWWWLL!!!
"You can't forget about your stupid diet just this once? You are so fucking selfish!"
"I'm selfish?! I'm not the one who's trying to sabotage my diet!"
"Diet diet diet! That's all you ever think about!"
"Jesus, and I thought I was the one having my period!"
"Go to hell, you skanky little twat!"
"What did you just call me?"
"Get out of my face!"
Maybe it's the heat. Maybe it's the sexual frustration. Maybe it's just Gina. You push her out of your way because she is blocking the door and she's not as skinny as you so you can't just move around her. She stumbles backward, tripping over an empty beer bottle and landing flat on her ass, her legs spread-eagled to reveal her lack of underwear to the entire world. Man, she really needs to do some bushwhacking. You don't even bother stifling your giggles.
"Oh, that is fucking it," she screams shrilly, struggling to her knees and then to her feet, all the while pawing in your direction.
"Stop making such a scene!" you yell, blocking her scratches with one arm. However, she manages to reach right over your head and yank your hair forward as hard as she can. That hurts. Like a bitch.
"You crazy bitch! Let me go! Let me go!" With the arm that isn't busy blocking her assaults, you take the liberty of scratching Gina's pretty little cheek open.
"Owwww!" she howls, kneeing you in the crotch.
"You are such a loser!" you scream through your tears, giving her right shin a good solid whack with your platform heel. She falls again, this time forward, landing on her hands and two skinned knees.
"Good show! Better than internet! But if you more fight, I have to call police, you see?" Yuri steps out of the shadows where he has presumably been lurking during the whole fracas.
"I was just leaving," Gina whines with all the dignity she can muster, making sure to spit in your face as she painfully stands back up. Unfortunately for her, her spit just sort of dribbles down her chin.
"Don't call me ever again," you answer bitterly, trying to hold back your tears as you watch your beaten ex-friend disappear into the urban distance.
"Too bad I no haved video camera!" Yuri laughs with delight.
You turn on him, furious. Furiously horny, that is. Your little scuffle with Gina has sent your hormones into overdrive.
"Yuri," you gasp breathily, mostly because you're out of breath. "I have a better show for you upstairs."
"You mean, we, you mean, really?"
"Absofuckinglutely. Come on."
No one will miss the doorman for the five minutes he's sure to last. And you are still poised like a tiger ready to pounce.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRROWWWWLL!!!
