Zesty Zoey 1844-332-2639 Ext 403 & Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
Okay, I know you read her version first, but that doesn’t mean it’s the truth! Zoey and I are best friends! Sisters, lovers, etc, so you know when we fight, we fight as hard as we fuck. We were at a friend’s wedding as bridesmaids. Yup, dressed in the same sweet, pale yellow dresses that fell just below our knees with our hair tied up in the same little French twists. Really, we were fucking adorable. Until the reception.
After we walked in before the bride and groom and all the hoopla was finished, Zoey and I stood at the bar scanning the room. There… target numero uno! This dude wasn’t part of the wedding party; normally, we go for groomsmen just to keep things cliche, so I figured he was fair game. I took a step toward my next boyfriend, and Zoey grabbed my elbow, “I don’t think so, Bitch. I saw him first.” She sassed in her ‘I mean business,’ voice. As If.
You, Bitch!
“Don’t even think about it because I saw him first.” I popped a hip as I yanked out of her grip. I swear, even over the loud music, I heard Zoey growl. Before I could register what was happening (hello, my eyes were locked on Mr. Gorgeous,) her tiny fingers tangled into my French twist as she snatched me backward. My hands went flying as she pulled me off balance, and bobby pins flew everywhere.
I had no choice but to turn into her while trying to pry her little fingers out of my hair before she made me bald. While I tried, my palm smacked right across her cheek. The sound echoed through the reception hall, and a crowd quickly gathered. There are many things I love to do with Zoey, but upsetting her isn’t one of them. She’s fast and feisty. She knows right where to hit to take me down. “You, Bitch!” Her voice squealed.
Technically, I threw the first slap, and she wouldn’t let me forget that. I tumbled on my high heels, my tits spilled from my dress as I tried to grab on to her for balance. She righted me on my heels, and before I could take a true steadying breath, her hand drew back, and she slapped me across the face. Pain bloomed, and as my head snapped to the side, I saw the man we were fighting over watching us! Beer in hand! I couldn’t let Zoey win this and his cock!
I kicked out of my heels and hissed through my teeth, “No, YOU, bitch!” and I wailed my hand through the air to slap her opposite cheek!
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