Those sharp nails of hers dug into her wrist. The half moon welts filled with blood. She shrieked and bought her open palm down across her cheek. There was a loud yelp of pain and the sound of her heels screeching against the freshly waxed floor.
"You whore!"
That's when all hell broke loose.
Dark sun rose on the ridge cute clear across the sky
As good a day as any to die
Ripped fabric. Raw, bleeding skin. Deep, guttural growls. Pulled hair plastered to sweaty faces. Hurtful, nasty words being spat at one another.
Amber hated Shelley. Shelley hated Amber. It was a constant battle between the two. Yet buried beneath the surface they held a love for one another. Later on, they would be nursing their wounds together. Shelley's soft lips would graze against the raised welts and bumps. Amber would massage Shelley's sore scalp topped with that gorgeous red hair.
Check out those weapons sister before you hit the fray
String of pearls meet bits of gems
Enter the battle of the lenses
"Fuck you Amber!" Shelley growled.
"Don't you speak to me like that you bitch! I will have your ass fired!" Amber shouted back, raising her hand in preparation to strike.
"Don't you dare!"
Amber moved to strike but was tackled to the ground by the ferocious red head. Gnashed teeth, sharp scratches, and yelps of pain soon follow.
There's not so many now still standing on their feet
Their knives are out and singing so sweet
Their lips crushed together which such intensity that Shelley was afraid for a moment that the tender flesh might burst.
"I love you," Amber growled into her ear as her fingers hungrily pulled the zipper of Shelley's dress down.
"You hate me," Shelley purred against her neck, leaving a small little mark.
"No, I love you, I just hate you much much more," Amber corrected.
Shelley's head dipped between Amber's cleavage as the blonde's slender fingers found just the right spot.
Anyplace to mess around
When someone wants to take you down.
Red Carpet Massacre