"Oh My God, Carlotta your Donald is SO handsome! I would not mind at all having a heaping helping of that hunk of manhood!"
Carlotta's heart fell to the floor in anger and her mouth dropped open in disgust. She understood full well that whatever Marci set her eyes on she would snare. It was an old story, Carlotta had lost several boy friends to her lascivious rival. Carlotta doubted that any red blooded male could avoid the charms of her worst enemy in the world. Marci was of medium height, her long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and lithe figure could grace any fashion magazine or the inside of the latest Victoria's Secret catalog on a moment's notice without having to don a a trace of makeup. Marci had been devouring men ever since she had discovered sex. Even worse, once Marci slept with a man she ruined him. Carlotta recalled that some of the boyfriends of hers who Marci had stolen wanted to make amends. But ever after, Carlotta could never get the image of them making love to and kissing and embracing Marci out of her mind. No matter how thoroughly the young man tried to atone for his dalliance with the ravishing Marci, Carlotta could never forgive them and all of the relationships had ended.
Carlotta felt that if it had been any OTHER woman, she could have worked to repair the relationship but toxic Marci polluted them and made the men tainted in a way that seared Carlotta's soul. Carlotta herself was quite attractive. She was tall, and had fabulous legs and perky breasts, that most of her friends envied. Carlotta's long brown hair shimmered wonderfully and highlighted her cat like green eyes. Carlotta's own friends disliked introducing her to their male friends because of how THEY looked at Carlotta. But Carlotta was a one woman man. She could never be the predatory amoral she panther that was Marci.
The truth was that Carlotta was the only woman in their small suburban town who could hold a candle to Marci. Marci desired Carlotta's men often for no other purpose than to prove that she was the more desirable of the two. Marci and Carlotta had often been at at loggerheads. Rather cruelly, Carlotta thought, the two had been forced to socialize since early childhood, as their fathers were business partners and best friends. Carlotta and Marci usually hid their mutual animus from their parents but of late the mask of camaraderie had been slipping. Carlotta, especially chafed in the presence of her rival.
The world greatly improved for Carlotta when Marci had left town to go to college, where it was rumored, that Marci had bedded every athlete and fraternity president on campus. Carlotta had spent her college years commuting from home. It was not the glorious bacchanal of her rival but it did bring Donald into her life. The chemistry and the physical relationship had been beyond intense. Carlotta saw Donald as her prince charming and their wedding the culmination of an epic fairy tale. For the past three years they had thrived.
Marci had taken almost six years to finish college but now she was back in town. Carlotta's world was now a nightmare. Marci's father had just hired his daughter. Carlotta had already been working for several years by her own father; meaning that the two women now shared an office! Carlotta had implored Donald not to drop in on her at work. Over time, she had run out of excuses and Donald had stopped in one day with a bouquet of roses. It was the first time he had ever seen Marci in person. Carlotta detested the look in her husband's eyes when he had first surveyed her rival. Carlotta had seen that look often. It was not his fault, Donald was like any other male. He was just another moth attracted to an especially bright and particularly deadly flame. Carlotta feared that if Donald made just a few more visits to their shared office, she would lose the one man she loved above all.
Years of frustration and anger burst from Carlotta. She replied angrily, "You keep your slutty little hands OFF my man! If I catch you looking at Donald like that again, I'll..."
"You'll WHAT, Carlotta? There is not a man alive that you posses that I can not take away! He certainly would not be the first husband I've slept with!"
"You fucking bitch!" shouted Carlotta.
"Oh I'm a bitch all right, Carlotta. I'm also sexier than you are, hotter than you are, and way more talented in bed. Your succulent Donald is just like any other man, he prefers a Porsche to a Cadillac. How well does he fill his boxers sweet Carlotta.?"
With that Carlotta threw herself across the room with murderous fury at her life long enemy. Like the sleek jungle cat she in so many ways resembled, Marci easily sidestepped the charging Carlotta. Marci tripped Carlotta as she surged forward, leaving the latter flat on her back. Marci quickly pounced on Carlotta, straddling her chest and forcing the air from Carlotta's lungs.
As Carlotta struggled for breath, Marci was exultant. "Face it, bitch, Among the many ways that I am superior to you is the fact that I'm in much better shape than you are and I can take you every time you attack. Men prefer me because I am quite simply the better version of femininity. Oh you're pretty enough, Carlotta but I'm just better in every way. Men are my hobby in the way other women work in oils or knitting. I know those simple creatures better than they know themselves. They love the fact that I can see right through them. Taking Donald away from you would be as easy as breathing, but maybe, just this once, I won't go on the hunt." after an especially poignant pause, Marci stared down at her captive and asked, " How much do you love your husband, Carlotta?"
The fight forced out of her Carlotta sucked in air for a few moments and replied, "Unlike YOU, I know what love is, Marci. I know how to give a man my soul and to open up his heart. For you love is just sex misspelled. You could NEVER love a man, you are too committed to devouring and ruining them."
Marci slid off of Carlotta's chest, stood and straightened out her skirt while she replied, "Oh men may indeed regret sleeping with me, Carlotta but on cold winter nights when they share their bed with other women they are thinking about me. The curve of my hips, the sun upon my hair, the sweetness of my pussy. While a man I lay claim too may move on to other relationships, I am with them for the rest of their lives. I am the woman they want their wives to be in bed and I am the woman they want on their arm when they go to town. You are the kind of women that men marry, AFTER I am firmly lodged in their soul! We both know that I could have Donald IF I wanted. Maybe you can convince me to leave him alone."
