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The Bedroom Brawl

By Wolfboy

Jemma tries to get even with Bindi by challenging her to a fight in her own bedroom

‘I want to fight you again Bindi’ Jemma had told her Indian nemesis in a phone call one morning. ‘And I want to fight you in your bedroom, just like you did with Beth!’ she had elaborated.

‘Oh….do you want to avenge your little fuck buddy Jemma? Is that it?’ Bindi asked her condescendingly in reply. ‘Well, remember I beat you in our last fight and I might just make you my fuck buddy for the night when I beat you again!’ she warned, already sensing she was getting to Jemma a little.

‘Fine’ Jemma told Bindi abruptly, ‘if you win and that’s what you want, I’ll be your fuck buddy for the evening. But WHEN I win’ she said, putting the emphasis very much on that, ‘I’m taking all those panties back that you took, and I’ll be taking a picture of my sitting on your ugly, loser, face bitch, just to make sure you don’t forget it happened’ Jemma fired back.

‘You should know that I have rules for fighting bitches in my bedroom. Bitches like you Jemma’ Bindi sneered. ‘First is that there are no rules for the fight. Second is that you should turn up ready to go, because the fight starts as soon as the door closes. And the last one is that when I beat you, I will throw you out of my apartment completely naked’ Bindi told Jemma.

‘That’s all fine bitch. So tonight then?’ Jemma asked.

‘Yes, yes, tonight if you must’ Bindi agreed, adding ‘I’m going to film the whole thing so that I can enjoy beating your ass again Jemma!’

Jemma didn’t rise to the bait this time though, simply telling Bindi ‘I’ll see you at 8 then bitch!’

Of course Jemma knew that this was going to be a catty scrap, especially with nothing in the way of rules or referees to restrict Bindi and her. She was prepared for it though she thought, with the benefit of Beth’s recounting of the story of her bedroom fight helping her with some ideas of what to expect from the Indian girl. She knew that Beth knew what she was going to do, although she hadn’t told her as much; the peck on the cheek as she left the house and a whispered ‘good luck’ was proof enough. It was a warm night, warm enough to Jemma to throw on an old summer dress over, well, nothing actually; she was totally naked apart from the dress and her strappy high heeled sandals, comfortable enough to drive the short distance to Bindi’s apartment in. She had reasoned that she would fight naked, knowing that Bindi would very likely wreck anything she might have worn anyway if she didn’t. As she approached Bindi’s apartment door she wondered briefly if Bindi was ready for her, then she shook her head slightly, sending a wave running through her long red hair. Of course Bindi would be ready.

Inside the apartment, Bindi paced anxiously too, thinking the same thing, wondering if Jemma would really come for her. Then she smiled to herself, smoothing her lemon coloured kimono over her body, knowing it just about concealed her tiny white G-string that in turn did little to conceal the thriving bush of pubic hair that she sported. Of course Jemma would come she knew, admitting to herself that the redhead loved to fight. She would go the same way as she had in their last meeting though Bindi thought, lost in that moment, until Jemma’s knuckles rapping on her apartment door had started her back to the present. ‘She’s here’ Bindi said out loud, smiling to herself before she put her game face on to answer the door with a look pitched somewhere between confidence and distaste. ‘You came then’ Bindi stated flatly, before adding ‘silly cow!’

‘Yeah, maybe I am’ Jemma shot back. ‘Do you want me to kick your arse out in the corridor or shall I come in then bitch?’ she asked, more than a little icily.

‘I’d happily make you scream my name, begging for mercy out here’ Bindi smirked, evidently enjoying that image as it played in her own mind. ‘But, no sense in giving everyone a free show. Come in, just know that you will be leaving here naked if you do’ she told Jemma, stepping aside to allow the redhead into the apartment. Jemma walked past Bindi, immediately turning to keep an eye on the Indian girl who slipped the catch on to the door. She had a healthy distrust of Bindi, not wanting to give her any chance to take a quick advantage. ‘Jumpy little cow!’ Bindi sneered, ‘I won’t start on you until we’re in there’ she said, motioning towards the bedroom with it’s door ajar. ‘But I want to make sure you’re familiar with what’s going to happen first. When we enter my bedroom, be ready to fight. Anything goes then. When I beat you, then you will be my little fuck toy for the evening, and I will throw you out naked in the morning. I might let you keep your shoes’ she stated, going on very matter of factly, ‘they’re slutty and they’re not my size.’

‘I agree with all of that, but I’ll be leaving this evening with my clothes when I beat you. And I’ll be taking all of those panties you’ve taken with me. Oh, and yes, I might just face-time Beth while I’m face-timing you….bitch!’ Jemma shot back, just making it clear that she would be the winner in her view.

‘Whatever cunt’ Bindi shot back, dropping her kimono to the floor now as she started to move towards the bedroom, showing Jemma she wore just that tiny white G-string. Behind her, Jemma did similarly, removing her summer dress and kicking her shoes off to follow Bindi to the bedroom where they would fight. While Bindi might as well have been naked, Jemma was naked, to the surprise of Bindi as she turned round having pressed record on the camera she had set up to record the action. ‘Oh my Jemma!’ she smirked now, ‘it’s almost like you’re trying to make it easy for me to fuck you!’ in a comment clearly designed to try and get under Jemma’s skin. ‘Does blondie know you’re here with your pussy hanging out, wanting to get a taste of a superior woman?’ she continued, mocking Jemma tartly.

Jemma felt herself flush slightly as she steeled herself for the fight ahead now, before she told Bindi ‘well at least I’m not an overdressed tramp like you...now let’s fight!’

‘As you wish’ Bindi said, quickly stepping out of her tiny G-string and flicking it deftly at Jemma’s face with her foot. She would fight naked too, and the flying G-string provided her just the distraction to get on top from the start of things. As Jemma flinched, Bindi pounced, punching her in the belly before grabbing her flowing flame red hair and using it to hurl her on to the bed. That was Bindi’s favoured fighting area in the bedroom, and she dived for Jemma, landing hard on top of her to pin her to the bed, knowing the soft surface could make it difficult to get an opponent off you. After all, she had struggled enough to dislodge Beth on this very bed in the past, and Bindi felt, no, she knew that she was a far superior fighter to the blonde. A slap rocked Jemma’s face to the side immediately as Bindi used one arm to pin Jemma’s right arm to the bed and the other to probe and punish Jemma in the opening exchanges. Another slap cracked off Jemma’s face, reddening her cheek a little, and then Bindi slapped to the chest roughly as she dominated the opening seconds. Jemma whined a little too as she felt Bindi’s knee just starting to rub at her crotch as the Indian girl held her position on top, confidently bearing down on Jemma. Another slap to the chest, a hint of her nails raking across Jemma’s tender flesh, and then Bindi went back to the face, batting Jemma’s hand aside to slap her cheek hard once more.

Jemma’s feet pushed at the soft surface of the mattress which was covered by an even softer quilt on top of which the two young women fought for a moment. She found it a tough surface to get the right degree of purchase from to bridge effectively and buck Bindi off her. Just as Beth had found out when she’d fought Bindi, the Indian girl with her knee still riding in Jemma’s crotch, was not an easy woman to dislodge. Jemma slapped Bindi’s thigh now, trying to give Bindi something to think about but it was Jemma who shrieked in pain as Bindi closed a hand around her right breast, starting to maul her harshly. Jemma slapped and scratched to the thigh in return, causing a brief moan to escape Bindi’s lips, but it was scant respite from the breast mauling the Indian girl was giving to her. Jemma cried out in pain, realising that Bindi had been growing her nails a little, perhaps in anticipation of this catty encounter; whatever the reason though, it was Jemma who was feeling the brunt of it.

‘You’re a bigger pussy than Blondie. At least she put up a fight!’ Bindi mocked, raising Jemma’s hackles further. But she had her securely pinned and Jemma moaned again, the combined effects of the breast maul and the knee riding in her crotch doing more than enough to keep her there it seemed.

‘Bitch’ Jemma hissed at Bindi who continued to punish, breast mauling interspersed with slaps to the face her chosen method of attack for now. Jemma continued to flail away with slaps to the thigh, to little avail it seemed as Bindi grew in confidence. A confidence which stopped her noticing Jemma suddenly balling up her first to slam it into Bindi’s right breast, drawing a surprised squeal of pain from the young Indian woman. Jemma hit her again, fast and hard, knuckles making good contact with Bindi’s firm tits before a well timed buck of the hips rolled Bindi off her on to the bed. A break in the pin but none in the fighting action as both grabbed for the hair and started to catball around the bed, rolling over in a tangle of naked bodies, hair and fury as they each tried to secure the dominant position. Instead, they engaged in a nasty hair pulling stalemate that ended only when Bindi rolled the wrong way and fell off the bed, bringing Jemma with her into an unseemly landing on the thick rug at the side of the bed. Importantly for Jemma, she had the benefit of landing on top of Bindi, winding her a little, and now Jemma held a loose pinning position, sprawled on top of Bindi in the relatively narrow space between bed and wall.

Jemma’s turn to attack then, and she did so, returning the favour of the earlier slaps to the face before she pressed her hand down on Bindi’s face, trying to cover her nose and mouth in a hand smother. Not the most effective move but it kept Bindi subdued enough for a stiff right hand to the body to stop her refilling her lungs as quickly as she might have liked following the heavy fall from the bed. Jemma felt better of the hand smother, grabbing Bindi’s brunette locks to rag her head to the side instead now. Bindi moaned, then scratched her nails down Jemma’s side, searing her skin with them as Jemma moaned ‘you dirty cow!’ She responded too, two hard slaps to the face crashing in, and then she tried to dig her own shorter nails into Bindi’s right breast. Bindi shrieked in pain, but found herself able to grab for Jemma’s long hair, pulling the redhead down on top of her as she prevented her from really sinking the breast maul in on her. Jemma responded in kind then, getting both hands into Bindi’s hair, knowing the Indian girl couldn’t hope to roll her in the tight confines of the narrow space. Instead, Bindi tried to steer Jemma’s face towards her breasts, knowing that she could still smother her effectively despite being beneath her.

Jemma suddenly tried to jerk her hair out of Bindi’s grasp, realising what the Indian girl was trying to do here. She didn’t want to get trapped in the smother as she lay here on top of Bindi, and she elected to forego her own grip of Bindi’s hair so that she could rain down some slaps on her chest and face to punish her. That forced Bindi out of her hair and in turn, Jemma then went back to grab a good handful of her brunette hair and started to force her upright that way. Bindi was screeching as she felt Jemma roughly pulling at her hair, but she was able to surprise Jemma in return, slashing a right hand across her stomach and then pressing forward quickly to slam Jemma’s back to the wall. Immediately, Bindi tried to reassert herself, a hand in Jemma’s flaming locks, one searching for her pussy, making Jemma cross her legs and defend as best she could from the awkward position. ‘You bitch!’ Jemma moaned as Bindi released by just tugging at the thin landing strip of hair between her legs. ‘You know you want me Jemma!’ Bindi mocked in return, hoping that her taunting might get to her rival.

Jemma released Bindi’s hair now to slap at her body, and that looked to be something of a mistake as immediately the young Indian woman dipped her head to take Jemma’s right breast in her mouth. Jemma moaned in frustration as she felt her nipple stiffen as Bindi swirled her tongue sensually around it while her fingers clawed at her belly, trying to weaken her resolve to defend against the pussy attack she wanted to take. Jemma looked in trouble, Bindi certainly felt it, starting to search more determinedly for the pussy claw, but in an instant, Jemma cut her off with a knee lift to the belly and was back in Bindi’s hair to throw her back onto the bed. Bindi wasn’t on there for long though, Jemma getting to the end of the bed to grab her ankles and roughly yank her off the bed to a landing on the large suede Ottoman chest that stood at the foot of it. Bindi groaned as she landed on it, and then again as Jemma punched her in the belly as she lay awkwardly on the hard surface. ‘How do you like that bitch?’ she asked then as she started to grind the sole of her foot in Bindi’s crotch, forcing the Indian girl to moan loudly. Inadvertently though, she’d made the error of presenting Bindi an opening with her own legs apart, Jemma’s crotch was unprotected for Bindi to flick a quick kick into. Now a powerful blow, it dropped Jemma to her knees more from the shock it caused than the pain, and Bindi exploded in to action, getting off the Ottoman, and getting behind Jemma. There a secure handful of flame red hair allowed her to introduce Jemma face first to the top of that chest now. Jemma just about got her hands up to block the worst of it, but as Bindi planted a knee in her upper back and forced her breasts against the chest while pulling back on her hair, it was the Indian fighter back in control.

‘Why don’t you submit already Jemma? Let me fuck you!’ Bindi taunted now, enjoying this predicament she had Jemma in. As the redhead moaned ‘noooo, I won’t!’ though, Bindi surprised her again to slam her face back into the chest, and this time Jemma was too slow to get her hands up, leaving her dazed and slumped across the chest for a moment. Bindi sauntered away, heading for a bedside table to pick up a hair brush now, and returned to crack it, bristles first, across Jemma’s butt. ‘AAAGGHHH!’ Jemma howled, showing that the sharp pain had at least returned her quickly to her senses. She complained ‘OOOWWW! FUCKING BITCH!!’ though as Bindi repeated the dose, reddening her butt cheeks as she did so.

‘Come on Jemma, I thought you wanted this?’ Bindi taunted as she employed the brush a third time, and then she quickly forced Jemma back upright before lifting her as if to deliver a slam. Instead she delivered a back breaker of sorts, dropping Jemma’s lower back on to the edge of the chest; a painful move than had Jemma moaning loudly in pain. Bindi was starting to look a very confident young woman at this point of the match, with Jemma clearly in some pain; she felt she had things going her way very nicely. A harsh slap across the breasts followed, the sound of palm meeting breast echoing around the room as Jemma moaned in pain, and Bindi taunted ‘you’re a pushover compared to your little blonde fuck toy Jemma….maybe I’ll take her when I’m done with you!’ Another slap to the breasts followed before Bindi pulled Jemma from the Ottoman, one hand sunk into her hair, the other into her left breast and pushed her back to the wall hard. ‘MMMMFFFF!’ Jemma groaned as her back hit the solid, unforgiving surface, and she reeled again as Bindi cracked a back hand slap across her face, snapping her head to the side. That firm handful of breast held Jemma well in place though against the wall as Bindi started to force her thigh between Jemma’s thighs so that she could start to grind it into Jemma’s crotch. Jemma’s eyes were screwed shut in defiance as she moaned ‘you….dirty...bitch’ at Bindi, bringing a smile to the Indian girls face as she fancied Jemma was starting to fade. Bindi cracked another backhand across Jemma’s face, reddening that cheek now, and then she was in her face once more, practically nose to nose, taunting Jemma ‘you’re no match for an Indian girl, you cheap slut!’

Anger rising in her, Jemma tried for a headbutt to catch Bindi out for getting in her face, but the flash of anger in her eyes must have betrayed her as Bindi ducked clear in time. ‘No you don’t’ she admonished now, slapping Jemma’s face once more before using a double handful of breasts to physically throw Jemma back on to her bed. ‘You’ll get your face-full of this now bitch!’ Bindi teased, rubbing her own pussy suggestively and running her fingers through her impressive bush before she dived for Jemma on the bed. Immediately, an unruly catball ensued, Bindi slapping and snarling, trying to assert her dominance, Jemma scratching and moaning as she tried desperately to avoid getting pinned to the bed again. Knowing how tough it would be to force Bindi off her a second time spurred Jemma on, and in a flurry of action she was just about able to defend the situation, forcing Bindi off her until the two lay face to face, hands locked in the other’s hair, nails testing the other woman’s resolve as this battle got increasingly personal.

‘Get off my hair bitch!’ Bindi screamed in Jemma’s face as she felt the burning pain in her scalp now.

‘Fuck off slag!’ Jemma shot back through teeth gritted against the pain she felt as well.

Then the kicking and the knees started; stymied to a degree by the bed clothes that tangled around their legs like soft cotton vines, reducing the effect of each blow. But the blows landed nevertheless, kicks to the legs, knees catching the body until Jemma struck tellingly with a knee to the body that took the fight out of Bindi for a crucial split second. Jemma brushed the Indian girl’s hands out of her hair, and after slapping her face hard, she lunged for the end of the bed to grab for the hair brush that Bindi had left on the Ottoman. Bindi recovered fast to lunge after her, grabbing her legs, trying to intercept her, but crucially as Bindi started to pull Jemma back towards her, Jemma’s fingers closed on the handle of the hair brush. She yelped as Bindi slapped her ass hard, and went for the hair, pulling Jemma up to a kneeling position on the bed, but then she paid a stiff price for it as Jemma whacked the bristles of the brush into her breasts hard.

‘My tits! You fucking cow!’ Bindi wailed as she felt the searing pain of the strike with the brush into her firm breasts. Jemma laughed and took advantage to slam a punch into her belly as she Indian girl instinctively moved her hands to cover her breasts, and just like that, Jemma had secured a telling advantage in the fight. Bindi slumped, and Jemma, brush still in hand, simply bulldozed her to the bed on her back, moving into position to quickly face sit the startled Indian fighter, Jemma’s body pinning her hard to the soft bed. Now Bindi found the problem Jemma had encountered earlier, but with the added problem of trying to shift a bigger woman in Jemma. As Bindi bucked and writhed ineffectively for a moment, Jemma simply rode her, prepared to allow her to tire herself a little before she would tighten the smother and really turn up the pressure on her rival.

‘Get off me you fat bitch!’ Bindi complained now as Jemma held her hands to the bed and slowly inched herself into position to really smother her. As she did so, Jemma knew that she had Bindi if she was careful; the Indian girl was a wily fighter after all she knew. Jemma almost paid as she reached back to pull and tear at Bindi’s impressive bush and found herself just able to steer clear of an attempt to scissor her arm. Bindi used that distraction to sink her nails into Jemma’s knee for a moment, but to little avail as Jemma belly punched her twice, then shifted forward to complete the face sit. Bindi’s legs thrashed at the bed now, desperately trying to force Jemma off her while the redhead’s pin pressed the back of her head into the soft bed. The more pressing problem for Bindi was the smother that Jemma was delivering with her ass and pussy sat squarely on Bindi’s face while she started that rolling motion with her hips, grinding on her. ‘Get a good taste of it bitch!’ she mocked now, reaching back to slap Bindi’s breasts. ‘It’s the only way you’ll ever get this close to it!’ she taunted.

Now Bindi’s response was muffled as she groaned and whined, still trying to buck Jemma off her, but to no avail so far, Jemma riding her face with expert balance. ‘Save your breath bitch!’ Jemma advised now, delivering another slap to the breasts, then a short punch to the ribs. Each blow was potentially driving Bindi closer to submission, each second she spent in the face sit driving her closer to defeat in her own bedroom; an unthinkable defeat for the Indian fighter. She kicked and squirmed again and in response, Jemma sunk into her left breast for a moment, a nasty grab with nails in the side of the breast, drawing a muffled shriek of anguish from the Indian.

‘Give up bitch!’ Jemma instructed rather than asking. ‘I’ve got you, and I will smother you out if I have to!’ she told her.

‘Get off me you fat cow!’ Bindi blurted in response, her voice barely audible in truth beneath Jemma.

‘Sorry bitch, can’t really hear you’ Jemma laughed before sinking into that breast again, mauling it fiercely and demanding ‘GIVE UP!’

Bindi cried out loudly in pain now, a muffled howl as she started to buck and kick wildly beneath Jemma’s grinding hips. A knee struck Jemma in the back now as Bindi swung a leg up to catch her, a blow to annoy Jemma rather than dislodge her as she continued to grind her pussy over Bindi’s face. She swatted Bindi’s leg away a second time with a firm slap and then punched to the ribs to subdue the Indian girl some more. Now, there was a moment of stillness from Bindi which Jemma recognised for exactly what it was; Bindi was gathering herself to try and force Jemma off her one last time. ‘Give up you dirty tart!’ Jemma mocked from her position of strength, preparing herself for the desperate bout of bucking and kicking that Bindi launched into now, snarling ‘get off me!’ as she did so. Jemma rode out the worst of it though, just about, with the benefit of a steadying hand gripping Bindi’s metal bed frame. And then, as Bindi swung up a knee for another strike into Jemma’s back, Jemma caught it, folding Bindi as she sat on her face, and it was an almost imperious position for the flame haired fighter. ‘Come on princess…’ she teased now, ‘give up, I’ve got you!’

‘Mmmnngghhh!’ Bindi groaned from beneath the expertly applied pussy smother now. ‘GET….OFF…..ME!’ she growled, but she was trapped and in trouble, fading in the tight smothering face sit.

‘Dominated in your own bedroom….’ Jemma laughed now, mentally preparing herself for what she assumed would be one last desperate attempt to escape. She had expected Bindi to try and tongue fuck her to get out of the hold perhaps, but as she clubbed a punch into the Indian girl’s ribs, it was a blow too far for Bindi who was evidently fading quicker than Jemma had realised. ‘Give up!’ Jemma demanded, waiting a split second before sinking her nails painfully into Bindi’s breast once more. She was surprised though when Bindi cried out a muffled ‘I give up! I give up!’, surprised enough that she had to check ‘really? Already?’

‘Yes, I give!’ Bindi gasped as Jemma eased off the smother for a moment.

‘Well that’s great….but I’m not done with you just yet princess’ Jemma laughed, getting a stocking from the nearby bedside table and deftly using it to bind both of the Indian girl’s wrists to the bed frame above her head. ‘You wait there for a moment’ Jemma said, ‘there’s something that I need to do’ she told Bindi before heading for the door of the bedroom, picking up the hair brush with some interest as she did. When she returned a moment later with her phone in hand as well as the hair brush, she found Bindi straining hard against the makeshift restraints.

‘I told you to stay there!’ Jemma admonished Bindi now, slapping the face of the writhing young Indian woman, before she moved back on top of her, this time using a reverse schoolgirl pin so that she faced towards Bindi’s feet. Slowly she lay seductively down Bindi’s body, surprised to see the nipples of the Indian woman stiffen so quickly to her touch, Her fingers teased Bindi now, playing across her womanhood, tugging playfully at that impressive bush, while her legs slowly imprisoned Bindi’s head in a reverse head scissors. Again she played her fingers across Bindis’ body, feeling a shudder run through it as she did so. Jemma now snapped her legs tightly around the head, squeezing hard while at the same time, she spat on the handle of the hair brush, and without any further ceremony, used it as a makeshift dildo, pushing it into Bindi’s pussy.

‘What are you…...ooohhhhh…...you….bitch!’ Bindi moaned as she suddenly realised just exactly what it was Jemma was up to. She was using the hairbrush to quickly bring Bindi, who as turned on far more than she would like to admit by the way Jemma had dominated her here, towards a climax.

‘OHHHHHH…...FUCK…...YOU…...YOU…...AIIIEEEE…...BITCH!’ Bindi screamed out now, her voice just a little distorted by the way Jemma’s powerful thighs were pressing in on her face. ‘OOOOHHHHH!’ she squealed again as Jemma increased the tempo of her strokes with the brush, fucking the Indian girl hard as she told her ‘this is payback….I can play this way too bitch!’

Bindi was lost in herself though, not fighting the pleasure building inside her, but inviting it instead, her hips moving increasingly to meet the handle of the brush as she screamed out in pleasure, and then quickly, an orgasm as she squirted all over her hair brush. A hair brush that Jemma simply left inserted in her pussy while she went to retrieve Bindi’s trophy cabinet of panties, picking out the ones she’d taken from Beth, getting Emma’s thong that was presented to her by Auntie Priya, and finally her own torn thong before returning to the bed one last time.

‘I think we need to call someone now Bindi’ she said, moving on top her once more as her fingers searched for face time on her phone. ‘Lets give Beth a quick call, just to say hi!’ she laughed as Bindi protested ‘you can’t, you...bitch!’

‘Shush! It’s ringing!’ Jemma smiled as Beth answered, the blonde’s face filling the screen.

‘So?’ Beth asked excitedly, ‘how did it go?’ she enquired further as Jemma slowly panned the phone around so that Beth could see Bindi indignantly glaring back at the camera from beneath her. ‘Bindi says hi!’ Jemma laughed as she moved the camera round so that Beth could see the hair brush still in the Indian girls pussy. ‘I figured she needed a bit of a brush down there!’ Jemma quipped now as Beth laughed at the sight of her frequent tormentor so well beaten at the hands of her girlfriend.

‘You pack it in Jemma! You too blondie!’ Bindi protested now.

‘Or you’ll what exactly?’ Jemma taunted in return as she moved back slightly to sit on Bindi’s face once more. ‘I thought I’d face-time you while I was on hers babe’ she laughed to Beth before turning the camera once more to show Beth the trophies she had reclaimed. Then she asked ‘babe, can I borrow one of your pairs? I kind of forgot to bring any with me!’

‘Well I guess’ Beth said, smirking as she added ‘but don’t plan on keeping them for long when you get back here!’

‘Well in that case, my work here is done’ Jemma smiled. ‘See you soon babe!’ she said, blowing a kiss to Beth before finishing the call and she got off Bindi to go and put her dress on. She came back into the bedroom one last time, just to untie Bindi from her bed now, telling her ‘don’t even think about starting anything again now bitch, because it will be my pleasure to kick your arse again!’ Then she turned on her heels and left the apartment, leaving Bindi still naked and spread-eagled on her own bed, hair brush still between her legs, as she headed back to celebrate the win with Beth!