Petri's Writings: HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 1

As I mentioned weeks ago, M. Petri, my closest collaborator and author of great stories such as COLLEGE FEUD, LEGAL FRICTION and FIRE & ICE has decided to participate in this Patreon with some of his new stories. In this case, his latest story, unpublished, will be posted here part by part, weekly. Its title is HOMETOWN GRUDGE, and its plot is described by the author himself as:

Tough Kristin Colt always hated Alexandra May, the girl who left her small town and made it big in Hollywood. Alex had wrecked her marriage and was now appearing on television, a constant reminder of her success and Kristin's small-town status. But when Alex returns to town on New Year's Eve for a Christmas visit, the two end up at the bar where they once fought and are irresistibly drawn back into the conflict.

This extra content for TITFIGHT and SEXFIGHT levels has been paid by me to Petri, as a thank you to all of you for your support month after month. I would like to know if you would be interested in other authors (writers or illustrators) collaborating here with unpublished material, and who they would be. I would ask for the price of the commission, and I would pay for it, as long as the price is not excessively high. Petri, of course, will continue to collaborate here in the future.

And, now, the story. Feedback is always nice!

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Kristin Colt almost cancelled her nail salon appointment when she saw the shop’s TV was playing the Lifetime movie “Deadly Babysitter.” But she’d postponed this appointment once already and she wasn’t about to let Alexandra May screw up her life any more than she had already. She stubbed out a cigarette as she sat in the chair, well aware that the TV-movie was approaching its climax. The salon proprietor was an old friend—a little older than Kristin. Like her she’d remained in their hometown of Buford and skipped college, settling down in the little midwestern town probably for good.

“Oh, isn’t that Alex May?” the woman said as she looked up at the screen. “Isn’t it something to see a girl from Buford in a movie?”

“TV movie,” Kristin growled. She had an edgy, gin-soaked voice, the result of a cigarette and alcohol habit that had started in her mid-teens. Now pushing 30, Kristin still looked damn good if she did think so herself. In the salon mirror she saw a lean young woman with jet black, shoulder length hair, dark features that were half elegant, half intimidating, perfectly plucked dark eyebrows, a straight nose, arrestingly smoky, almond-shaped dark brown eyes, a sultry gash of a mouth framed in dark lipstick, high cheekbones and a strong but feminine jawline. In high school she’d been a knockout and she still attracted her fair share of attention in Buford, where she maintained a firm queen bee status.

On the television screen an equally willowy brunette was facing down another young woman inside a house, and Kristin couldn’t help but focus on the body language and looks of the two would-be combatants. Alex May’s big blue eyes and her distinctive features, especially that bee-stung, heart-shaped mouth of hers that always gave Kristin the urge to slap her, were still framed by a familiar, soft mane of dark brown hair. She was playing a young suburban mom and, while her outfit wasn’t too revealing, her pants and top were tight enough to show off the lean, athletic figure that had always triggered Kristin in school and afterwards.

“You know I haven’t seen her in town in years, but someone said she was coming home for the holidays this year,” the salon owner said idly as she worked on Kristin’s nails.

Kristin stiffened a little but made an effort to squash her reaction to the news. She hadn’t seen Alex May face to face in five years, but she wouldn’t soon forget that last night in Banger’s tavern. The memory flooded over her as she watched Alex and her character’s babysitter enemy—a girl who didn’t look much younger than Alex and was equally attractive—starting to struggle over a knife on the screen. She felt her hackles rise in spite of herself as she watched the brunette on the screen pinning her opponent to a wall, her face convincingly contorted in effort and anger. She’d already watched this movie once in the privacy of her home but the sight of Alex May in a fight with another woman still got Kristin’s blood pumping. She felt her body reacting instinctively to the sight of Alex’s bare arms flexing and the hint of her pale, flat stomach peeking out between her tight pants and top as she fought the evil babysitter. She’d seen Alex in a couple of these cable movies and she always played the good girl, and Kristin well knew that her old brunette schoolmate would defeat the other woman. But she flashed on an image of the babysitter riding Alex’s struggling body down to the floor, just like Kristin had five years ago.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to see her again?” the nail salon proprietor said brightly.

“Yeah,” Kristin muttered. “That would be great.”

Thirty minutes later she was walking out of the bar in the cold December air, distracted and irritated by the sight of “Miss Hollywood” showboating on a TV in front of her again. It was no surprise that Alex hadn’t bothered to visit her old stomping ground for five years. Kristin supposed that she’d forgotten all about Buford and her friends and family after hitting it big in California. As she slid into her Camaro, she pulled up her phone and Instagram, where Alex had her own little following and glamor shots of the brunette were on display, some showing her on a beach in a bikini. Kristin spent a few idle moments studying the contours of the other young woman’s body, her smooth, toned thighs, flat stomach and pert bustline that still looked like the same natural C-cups she’d had five years ago. Kristin had half expected to see Alex get a boob job once she started making movies but she had to admit the other brunette’s chest still looked as good as it had the last time she’d seen her.

Kristin’s mental calipers roved over the actress’s exposed figure, measuring and comparing instinctively. She had kept herself in shape and in her opinion nothing about Alexandra May’s tight little body had anything on hers. Obviously, she was coming back home now after a long absence to lord it over townies like her, Kristin thought bitterly.

It was exactly what she’d been hoping for.