Author's note: This is a catfight / humiliation / fetish story. If these are categories you are uninterested in, you may want to skip this story. However, if you are okay with those things, or you're willing to just give this story a try, then I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for stopping by and reading my work!
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Chapter 1
It was hours before kickoff and Holly's house smelled like a combination of delicious food, hairspray, and expensive perfume. Amongst the chaos of the southern-belle getting ready for her party, the thirty-three-year-old blonde was also making her neighborhood-famous casserole in preparation for the big game.
Holly didn't care anything for football. However, with her truck-driver husband gone for long periods at a time, these neighborhood get-togethers were her biggest opportunities for receiving the attention she desperately craved. And with her being the youngest and the prettiest of all the wives in the neighborhood, the attention she got from all the husbands had become an addiction.
The tall and petite blonde craved attention so much, she spent most of her free time exercising, to make sure her body was in tip-top shape. Everyone already loved her C-cup breasts, but thanks to her strutting around the neighborhood in her tight tops and yoga pants, all the men were well aware she was the total package.
It was a rather quiet city in southern Georgia. The neighborhood wasn't quite a gated community, but everyone who lived there knew each other. And whenever someone new moved in, they were sure to shake up the normal routine of the neighborhood.
With her heavy makeup done, and her hair tied up in a ponytail, Holly walked her petite, little self, down to the community building in her high heels. As she strutted in, wearing a tight, short pink dress that looked much more appropriate for the club instead of a football game, the other wives were left rolling their eyes as their husbands drooled over her.
"There goes the neighborhood bimbo," one of the older wives said to another. They talked amongst themselves, criticizing Holly as she began making conversation with all the men. "I guess she's going to be obnoxious again," one said to the others. "Since she doesn't get enough attention from her husband, she needs to get it from ours," another pointed out.
Holly, with her fake nails and all, raised the containers of food she was holding as she made her announcement. "I brought y'all boys some cobbler for the game!" she confidently spoke, handing a container to one of the men. "And don't worry, y'all; I made sure to bring my world-famous casserole!"
The men, of course, jumped to help her set up. They then showered her with compliments and praises, telling her how much they loved not only her food, but her company as well.
"So, what time does the game start?" Holly asked, after batting her eyelids and giving a few unsolicited hugs to the guys. "Are you ready to watch our Atlanta Falcons win again?"
"We're not watching the Falcons, we're watching the Georgia Bulldogs," a few of the guys kindly explained. "It's Saturday so that means it's college football."
Flicking her wrist, the pretty blonde brushed it aside, saying, "Oh, that's right. I knew that..." Then, seeking extra attention, she placed her hand on one man's shoulder as she expressed, "I just forgot... but I'm a
huge
college football fan."
The women drank wine coolers as the men and Holly pre-gamed with beers and nachos. Although there was barbecue on the grill, some of the fellas couldn't help themselves from getting started on Holly's casserole. It was a typical Saturday afternoon in the quiet Georgia community.
As the wives sat around, judging Holly from afar, one of them noticed her phone vibrating. After glancing at her screen, she looked around at the others and expressed, "Oh, crap! I forgot... to tell y'all."
"What did you forget?" the woman's husband asked, as people slowly started to listen to their conversation.
Making an announcement to the room, the woman explained, "I forgot to tell y'all... I met those new neighbors who moved into town last week."
"Oh, really? I saw the moving truck but I haven't seen them out yet," someone replied. "What are they like?"
"It's actually a pretty young couple. They moved here from Florida. The husband is some kind of doctor and the wife is a pretty, young thang."
Suddenly, a quiet excitement could be felt permeating throughout the room. All the men were silently cheering at the prospect of some new eye candy in their small community. And none of the ladies seem to mind adding another woman... except for one...
"Are we sure we want a couple Floridians in our neighborhood, y'all?" Holly asked, placing her hands on her hips. "I mean, we kind of have a good thing going, don't you think? Why should we invite new people?"
"You were new once!" someone pointed out. "And just because they aren't from Georgia doesn't mean we can't get along."
Suddenly, the woman who had met the new neighbors spoke up and confirmed Holly's biggest fears. "I'm going to invite them over for the game, if that's okay with y'all."
While there seemed to be no issues from anyone else, the blonde was suddenly red in the face, squirming in her little dress. "Are we sure folks from Florida even like football?"
"Bad news, y'all," the woman warned after exchanging a few texts with the new neighbor. "The husband isn't going to make it because he has to work today, but the wife is coming on over."
Just as the men did, anytime they knew Holly would be coming over, they quietly cheered and snickered amongst themselves. It was the first time Holly had ever sensed excitement amongst the men that wasn't directed at her or football. She didn't quite know how to feel, now that she had a taste of her own medicine.
While the others enjoyed the food, the beverages, and the game, the little blonde just sat in the corner, pouting to herself as she anxiously awaited the arrival of her new neighbor. With as much effort as she had put into her looks that day, she knew some little skank from Florida had no chance of stealing all the attention away from her. Still, she wanted to make the new woman understand who was the favorite, amongst the men in this town.
Finally, the moment everyone was waiting for had arrived. No, not the kickoff for the Georgia Bulldogs football game! It was the arrival of the new pretty, young thang who had entered their little community.
The woman who had been texting with her announced, "She's here." And when she met her, to bring her into the event space, all eyes were suddenly locked onto the beautiful young woman. She was cute, with medium brown hair that went a little past her shoulders. Her eyes were green, and she didn't appear to be wearing that much makeup.
Instead of a tight dress, she wore more of a flowy little sundress. The skirt was still short enough for the boys drooling over her smooth thighs, and the top was low enough to show off how blessed she was in the breast department.
"Hey, y'all!" the brunette said, performing a little curtsy. Then, flipping her hair and batting her eyelashes as she smiled at each and every one of the men, she introduced herself, saying, "My name is Mary Beth, and it's a pleasure to finally meet y'all!"
One by one, the men got up and took time out of their busy football schedules to individually introduce themselves to the new girl. She gave each and every one of them the individual attention they were seeking from her, while answering questions about herself, so they could get to know her.
They learned that she was only thirty-years-old; even younger than Holly, the current darling of their neighborhood. They also learned that she had relocated there because her husband was a doctor and got a job at the county hospital.
