Kate Kinsley vs Fuckin' Everybody Part 2 (Patreon)

This one's been a long time coming... I wrote part 1 a few years back (and posted up here recently) with the intention of it becoming my first catfight-based novel. That sort of became Heranes and her story, when inspiration came for her sexy fights, identity issues, and comically overcompitence at violence. A Scott Pilgrim parody at first, Kate Kinsley kept getting more ideas until everyone had sort of grown into their own, and fighting seven of her boyfriend's ex-lovers and some vague retro video game references became the only real remaining theme. I'm still proud of it, and had half of part 2 written for ages. The Patreon and its few votes it got this month inspired me to finish it, and pleased with how it ended up. Getting what the readers and myself wanted all along, I'm giving them more of Wanda, the loveable lesbian roommate. This is one I'll probably leak for free to the forums/blog... but later on. You folks funded this project, so you've got to get something out of it. Even if I start to leak the stories months down the line, I like the exclusivity the Patreon offers for those who really want to come for something extra and show their support for the stuff.

Also, I've had a pained "There's a quarter in my cooter" as a line as one of the earliest ideas in all of Kate Kinsley...

Kate puffed out her steady breaths, rocking up and down in her situps as rapidly as she could. Wanda sat in her cushy leather chair a few feet ahead of her, pressing the soles of her feet down on Kate's to provide some counterweight. Her roommate flipped the page of her magazine without looking up, asking conversationally "Who's the baddest?"
"I am!" Kate affirmed as she reached the top of her sit up, taking a few shadow boxing punches in the direction of Wanda's knees as if said knees were being especially mouthy about her haircut.
"Who you gonna punch?" she added with the same apathy, turning the page the page again.
"Whoever's in my way!" Kate grunted between her quick breaths, repeating the process a few times.
"And if the obstacle can't be punched?"
"Then I kick it!"
Wanda smiled and rolled her eyes. "Katie, your mother and I are worried about you."
She leaned forward to press a bit more weight on Kate's toes and to pat her head condescendingly when she came up again. "Between all the loud and messy lovemaking she and I have been having, we've been talking. And don't like the direction you're taking your social life right now."
"I have a boyfriend! A STEADY boyfriend," Kate corrected to cut off Wanda as she opened her mouth. "Not a... 'bar buddy."
"Yes, let's call them that," Wanda mused. "But that's not the point. The Ryan boy is a fine pick. Practically a woman, really," she added like it was high praise. "And I feel like I've made my thoughts about them perfectly clear!"
"Because you won't shut up about me going gay. EVER!"
"If it quacks like a duck... well, then the duck's probably big on tomboy haircuts and scissoring. But don't get me wrong, the bi thing is cute, KK. You know I find it charming, in it's incorrect way."
"Then what's the problem here?" Kate huffed, her sweat sticking her clothes to her body a bit as she stopped to tug at the chest of her tanktop.
"Mostly your plan to go on a bloody warpath and leave your boyfriends' exes in your wake."
"Not if they'll settle for wrestling. It doesn't have to be THAT bloody."
"Not the point. What are you trying to prove with this?"
"Nothing!" Kate snapped. "Ryan likes fighting, and fighting I can do!"
"Then go beat up strangers at a party like normal Katie," Wanda said, folding her arms and tucking the magazine between her stockinged legs. "You just want to make sure that he loves you more than them."
"No!" Kate insisted, still keeping her workout up through the conversation. "I just... they all looked pretty tough in their own way. I just want to let him know he's made the best choice."
"He didn't pick you for your strength, KK."
Kate shrugged with a slightly embarrassed smile. "I picked him for his." Wanda skillfully raised an eyebrow at her. "At first!" she defended (while simultaneously ACTUALLY defending from more invisible opponents in her shadow boxing).
Wanda took her by the chin as Kate rose to the peak of her sit up again, looking into her eyes with a sharp look. Her iced tea-colored skin and piercing, serious eyes made her look like some kind of maternal falcon, ready to swoop from the sky to do Kate's laundry at at 120 mph dive or swoop back into the air dragging her by her ear to ground her...while eating a small vole.
"I want you to remember something, Kate. He picked YOU. THEY are exes for a reason, and well before he met you. He could go back to any of them if he wanted, and you have nothing to prove. Every time you do something to change yourself, you become less of the person he fell for in the first place."
Kate met her gaze, even scowling back, which surprised Wanda for a moment. "Then I'm going to be me. And I'm going be Kate Kinsley as hard as I can, cuz that's the only way I know how to be."
"You mean while drunk?" Wanda smiled, her expression softening quickly.
"Pff!" Kate puffed out some air in a noisy sigh mixed with a laugh, rolling her eyes. "And while not thinking about it. How many reps was that?"
"How many what?" Wanda blinked at her innocently.
"Situps! I told you to count."
"Oh, you know I can't think straight when you flaunt around those big, round, firm, jiggling... eyes of yours!" Wanda smiled brightly.
Kate just sighed and flopped backward onto the carpet.
"Just remember, Katie. Jealousy is a monster uglier than your mama. Be careful about throwing it doggy treats and hoping it doesn't bite you."
Kate finally sat up completely, yanking her feet out from under Wanda's and walked to the bathroom, tossing her shirt off behind her. "I headbutted a monster to death last week, remember? I'll be fine. Now I'm taking the shower. Ryan's here in an hour."
Wanda smiled and unfolded her magazine again. "Lovely! I shall have my finest shotgun polished, and a list of probing questions about his intentions with my daughter."

A couple more hours later, Ryan and the girls sat around their small table eating the pizza Ryan had brought with him.
"So it turns out when I'm drunk, I get 'in' and 'out' mixed up," Kate conceded, pulling some loose cheese back out of her cleavage and slurping it up before dabbing a napkin after the saucey carnage between her breasts.
Ryan nodded slowly. "Ahh, that's what you meant by wanting me to eat in tonight... well, the pizza's good. And good to meet you again, Wanda."
"Yes, both ARE good!" Wanda chimed. "Pizza's awful for the figure, but it always makes me nostalgic. Mother and mother always loved the pizza stone, and would make their own sauce and everything. Even the bacon! Did I mention I'm learned in the ways of hunting and slaughtering things that upset me, Ryan my dear!?" She smiled brightly at their guest, even as her body shook visibly from the kick to the shins Kate gave her under the table.
"You grew up a spoiled rich girl," Kate objected. "You never hunted anything in your life."
"How could anything spoiled turn out so sweet?" Wanda kept up a smile, even as she raised a leg to rub the sore spot on her shin.
Ryan smiled and finished off his slice, setting the crusts aside on a napkin. They were quickly scavenged by Kate to raise her score in a contest no one else at the table knew they were involved in. "Well, thinly-veiled threats aside..."
"My threats are suitably and professionally dressed, thank you," Wanda cut in quickly and politely.
"You're just lucky I'm the forgiving sort, or you wouldn't be getting your present." Wanda's eyes popped open for a moment, Ryan smiling quietly at the easy in. "Did Kate not mention that to you? I mean, if you have plans for tonight..."
Wanda's eyes darted between the lovers briefly, then quizzically between them.
Kate smiled widely before she could swallow and speak again. "I told you how Ryan knew Lucca Leigh, right? That porn star you like so much." Also, one of Ryan's exes, which Kate had so specifically added on Hatebook as her personal rivals, with one already knocked off the checklist as defeated without even trying. She saw Wanda's face and eyes cycle through a number of reactions to the news as she pieced the set up together.
"So Lucca said she was busy lately and couldn't get off of work," Ryan said with a cautionary wave. "So she put in a word at the studio and they said it wouldn't hurt anything if we were on set. She was willing to see us and treat us to dinner."
Wanda looked like she was trying to be angry at Kate, but rapidly having the furious winds taken out of her angry sails by the misdirecting tide of lesbian porn stars. She finally got enough momentum to point firmly at Kate. "You do me a heterosexual favor and HUG this man for me," she insisted sternly. Kate giggled and fulfilled her request with gusto.

It was a bit of a drive out to the studio in question. Wet Dreams Come True Productions was apparently fairly big in the adult film industry, enough that they had to navigate a few recording studios, editing rooms, and closed sets. There was even a security guard, but he waved them in without looking up from his 3DS.
"So this is where the sexy naked magic happens," Wanda thought outloud. "It's like a dream."
Kate just shrugged. "Eh, it ruins the magic for me. I always imagined that porn was made in a factory on the internet out of pixie dust... and lube."
"Oh, you're just in a mood because of your plans." Ryan gave her a puzzled look from the rearview mirror. "...to surprise me going so well!" she corrected. "My roomie just hates to see me happy. She knows I'll be singing in the shower for a day."
"Oh god, that," Kate groaned. "If I hear one more dirty Disney parody out of her..."
"Well now I'm just curious," Ryan laughed as they parked in the proper lot at last.
They found Lucca Leigh on a strangely elaborate set inside the studio. Bookshelves that stood over a story tall, stocked with genuine literature. A tall armchair before a working fireplace. Rich carpeting installed that would inevitably become stained. Lucca was a tall black woman with a muscular build, judging by her forearms and broad shoulders. It was hard for Kate to tell just from looking at her, since some sort of stagehand was behind her and buttoning up an elaborate, almost colonial American-looking dress. She had long curly hair tied back into a ponytail and some dark brown eyes to go with her skin. Wanda simply gawked at the sight before tugging on the sleeve of Kate's t-shirt.
"Katie, are you seeing this?" she asked in a sharp whisper. "This is the set to Masterbating-Piece Theater! They say that it's been in production for YEARS!"
"Years?" Kate asked skeptically. "That's a lot of time for a spank flick, isn't it? I mean, heck, I've made one with nothing but a Y-phone and a few beers..."
"You just don't understand art, KK. WDCT is as big as they are because of these kind of production values. Did you know they filmed Family Doubleteam in front of a live studio audience?"
"No, I didn't," Kate said, rolling her eyes. "Because I'm not a giant porno geek like you."
Ryan smiled at both of their reactions of awe and indifference. "These guys are a pretty big deal. And anytime I hear gossip from Lucca about this place, it's something nuts."
"So you still talk to her?" Kate pried as casually as she could, pretending to pick something out of her hair.
"Not really talk. We send some emails back and forth if we find something funny online, but that's it. We're still friends after the breakup, just a little out of touch. We've moved on, you know?"
"Of course you have! Nothing to worry about at all," Wanda chimed, giving Kate a meaningful glance. Kate nodded back to her, but she still had her focused frown on her face as she stepped forward.
"Hey, excuse me!"
A cameraman looked over at the approaching Kate. "If you're here for the porno shoot, we don't need the blondes until tomorrow."
"See..." Kate Kinsley sighed wearily. "Normally that would get you a kick in the teeth, but I have heard that before in stranger places."
Wanda nodded distantly. "Oh, right... that librarian with the potty mouth."
"Nah, we're just here to visit Lucca," Ryan explained for them before wrapping his arms around Kate's waist in a loose hug. "Not that she wouldn't be good in it, but I like a girl who's just mine."
Kate laughed nervously and ran a hand through her hair. "Oh yea, you too? That's funny..."
The cameraman nodded and waved dismissively at an area marked with some neon tape. "Alright, just stay over there and don't get too loud. We've got one more scene to shoot for the day."
"Hey, not a total loss coming here then, eh?" Wanda grinned, elbowing Kate lightly. "We get to see a pro in action."

It wasn't what Kate expected, to be sure. Apparently the porn had a lot of soliloquies and narration. Lucca spent a lot of her time in the chair, sometimes caressing the books. Sure, some of the lines were saucy and poetic sort of versions of "and then they all fucked." But there was a lot more story than she expected.
They were winding down when Wanda started sniffling.
"Really?" Kate muttered, eying her strangely.
"I suppose you wouldn't be so interested in beer and hotwings if you had taste, Katie," Wanda sniffed and smiled as she wiped a tear away. "It's all just perfect. She's clearly living through her character, who's living through the characters in her erotic novels. The level of escapism in her persona is amazing. And look at her! She's clearly built to have to some kind of underdog story where she shows a boy's football team why girls can play sports too, but here she is acting and reading on camera. Her acceptance of her out of place nature is so beautiful."
Kate looked over at her roommate and besty, who was still watching and biting her lip. The socialite lesbian who was generations deep into her homosexuality (still bafflingly so). She supposed she could see how Wanda could sympathize with the ideas she was talking about in that sort of subculture that was basically all about finding yourself and deciding that you were brave enough to declare you were what you wanted to be.
"I'm still gonna punch her though," Kate mumbled to her, kicking at the line of tape a bit.
"You do that, sweetie." Wanda produced a handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes as they called for the team to wrap it up. Lucca spotted them and came over with a wave.
"Ryan! You made it!" she welcomed with a wide smile. Katie sized her up quickly, noting she was at least 30 pounds of muscle and a few inches up on her. Nothing she couldn't handle.
"Hey, Leigh. These are the friends I told you about. Wanda's a giant fan of yours."
"I loved your work in Immoral Contest: Rapevengance!" Wanda blurted out in what was basically a rapid series of squeals. "I'm sorry. I can't believe I'm meeting you! Really, it's all thanks to my lovely roomie Kate Kinsley!" She took Kate around the shoulders, leaving Kate sort of squashed between the other two.
"Hey, I'm just banging the guy who got us here," Kate smiled awkwardly. "Soooooooo did you wanna fight?"Wanda's laugh came loud and lovely, cutting in like a socially aware songbird. "Oh, that's our Katie. She's a punching enthusiast, you see."
"Oh, that's cool," Lucca actually smiled. "Tell you what: this dress is crushing the fuck out of my titties right now. How about you go hit up the grill while I get changed. Just tell them it's on me."
"They have a grill?" Katie asked with raised eyebrows. Her stomach gurgled at the idea of something fried or sears right now.
"Seriously, the benefits here are great," Lucca grinned. "If you ever need the work, this place is just the best. BRB, though."
Lucca walked off to her dressing room while they started towards the small dining area. Letting Ryan take the lead, Kate carefully gave a sideways glance towards Wanda. Her roommate smiled back at her quite merrily. "Kind of getting hard to hate her when she's doing all this," Kate muttered to her.
The four were soon eating and laughing around a small table, Kate deciding that fighting on an empty stomach was a bad idea at the very least. "So where do you get a name like Lucca Leigh?" Kate asked before stuffing her mouth with some fries.
"Well I wanted something sexual but cozy, and all the best porn names have alliteration."
"Historically proven," Wanda interjected, and with anyone else Kate would have assumed it was a joke.
"That and I was big into retro SNES games, so I took the name from Lucca from Chrono Trigger."
Kate beat her fist on the table. "I fucking knew it! You're not just a porno geek, you're a geek in porno!"
Lucca laughed and leaned back in her seat. Her bulging biceps, iron-like legs, and broad shoulders stood out that much more when she was just in a tight t-shirt and gym shorts. "Basically. If you get into a place like Wet Dreams, you've got to be a little weird. Weird enough that you'd ask to fight somebody as the first sentence out of your mouth." Lucca met Kate's eyes with a playful smile as she chewed a bite of her sandwich.
"Yea..." Kate sighed. She frowned, but she nodded. "I know it's weird, but look at you. You've got all this success, and Wanda doesn't shut up about you. I thought if nothing else, it'd be fun for Ryan. And definitely fun for me."
"Punch enthustiast," Wanda added with a nod. Ryan remained strangely quiet, which Kate just took as his unspoken approval as he watched her closely.
"So? What did you think?" Kate offered again.
Lucca thought for a moment, shifting her sandwich in her hand as she studied it like the answers were cleverly between the mustard and the turkey like some kind of delicious national treasure. Lucca finally shrugged. "Okay." Her fist shot across the table and punched Kate dead in the face.
Kate didn't even feel it until she landed, which was quite a while later, all things considered. Kate flew back out of her chair, smashing completely through the wall behind her and kept going until her stomach bounced off a parking meter out in the streets. Kate finally landed next to it in a pool of loose change. She gave a loud cough, her body naturally trying to respond to something it wasn't sure about after it stopped breathing for a split second.
"You got this?"
Kate looked up dizzily, seeing Wanda standing over her. Her hands were in her coat pockets, casually watching her with her same warm smile as ever.
"I think I've got a quarter in my cooter," Kate grunted, forcing herself up to all fours. "But yea. I'm good."
"Poetic," Wanda sighed before her eyes darted to one side. "Company," she chimed and stepped back a long pace.
Kate felt a strong hand clamp around the collar of her shirt, quickly snapping her out of her haze. The chesty blonde hugged herself around the dark forearm with her own arms and legs, wrenching it away from its owner. Lucca tumbled down to all fours, where Kate went on bending her arm with her "more practice than theory" submission hold.
"Still sure you wanna do this?" Lucca panted, moving up to just her knees so that her bulging arm started to lift Kate off the ground. Kate just shot a sneaker out to tag her in the jaw. "That's a yes. Got it."
Lucca pivoted on one leg and swung her arm overhead, smashing Kate's back on the car that was parked next to the meter. The roof dented in beneath the blonde as she winced, but she released Lucca's arm to roll backwards off the busted vehicle. The porn star chalked it up to her trying to retreat, but Kate caught her by the wrist right before she dropped off. She used the extra pull of gravity to yank on Lucca's hand, banging her head into the edge of the car. That seemed to get Lucca properly dazed, but the muscular actress grabbed the bottom of the busted up car and flipped it over.
"Whoa, shit!" Kate cursed, releasing Lucca properly to dart back and avoid being flattened when the car tipped over. Kate rushed forward again, catching the edge of the car and hurdling over it while using the extra speed to jump kick Lucca in the chest and send her staggering back.
Kate kept up her attack by jumping up and catching Lucca by the collar, pulling herself up the broad woman and wrapping her legs around her neck. Once they were braced on the still standing pornstar, Kate rained down punches on her head as fast as she could bring them. Lucca went staggering back inside the studio walls, just to turn and throw Kate into nearby table. The blonde went crashing through, dazed from the landing until Lucca loomed over her. Lucca went for Kate's hair, but she lunged forward and threw her shoulder into the bodybuilder of a pornstar. Kate practically bounced off of her as she didn't budge, grabbing Kate's collar like the scruff of her neck.
"Lift a weight sometime, string bean," Lucca taunted as she forced Kate up to her feet. As she was prone to do, Kate Kinsley did the unexpected. At this point, only Wanda had really known her long enough to expected anything at this level of unexpected. Kate pulled herself down and away from Lucca's grip, sliding right out of her shirt and leaving Lucca with nothing her dirty laundry. Kate dropped back to the ground, but she caught her hand on the waistband of Lucca's gym shorts as she went. Kate pulled at just the right moment to bury them into the back of Lucca's knees, tripping her as well to land on her ass.
"She is just like a ninja stripper, isn't she?" Wanda mused casually to Ryan a safe distance away.
Lucca lunged out for Kate again, but this time she caught the bottom of her shirt shoving it up over Lucca's face and exposing her tits. With the distractions piled on, Kate shoved her legs past Lucca's waist and squeezed her thighs together, scissored around her midsection. Lucca tosed her shirt off, but amidst all the distractions Kate was able to thrust forward with her hands and grab the muscle between Lucca's arms and breasts, keeping them from reaching close enough to grab her.
"Ha! Got you now, you big... you were wearing NOTHING under those, were you?" Kate asked, her smirk only faltering a little."
"On the job? Nah. Not unless it's part of the props department." Lucca grunted and squirmed a bit, looking more uncomfortable from Kate's body scissor than she was really hurt. "So this is it? Your plan is to stalemate? You know I'm just going to rip  you in half once you let go."
"Stalemate nothing. I've got scissors on you. You're a little more solid than some of the other girls, but I've crushed some of the best with these thighs. By the time ol' Julia and Juliette down there are done with you, scissors break rock and the fight's mine." She tensed her thighs a little more after she mentioned their names, and did see a slight wince on Lucca's expression.
"Ha! Don't talk down to a pornstar about out-scissoring. There's more than one way to win a fight." Kate jolted when she suddenly felt Lucca's bare hips bump into hers, giving an uninvited but not unwelcome tingle up her secret tunnel. "I don't gotta knock your block off if I can fuck your brains out."
Kate could hear Wanda  gasp. "Oh shit! Sexfight! Hey, everyone! Sexfight!" Some staff did gather around, though it was both more than Kate would have liked and less than she had expected. Some of them went on eating or reading as if breaking down walls and sex duels were standard fare around the studio. Kate shrugged them off and turned back to focus on Lucca.
"Still time to let go and stand down, newby," Lucca offered with a grim smile.
"Newby nothin'. 'Sex' and 'fight' are basically the only hashtags I follow. You really think you're going to dry hump me through my pants and make me squirt?"
Lucca’s arms bent in as far as they could reach, getting Kate to wince and keep her hands latched onto Lucca's upper chest in hopes that her crippling hold stayed just that. It kept her from getting a grip on Kate herself, but the powerful pornstar was able to reach her loose top and pants. She pulled on a sleeve and a pants pocket, ripping them off in one firm pull that tore her clothes off and turned them into a cloud of confetti. Kate looked down to find herself in nothing but her panties.
"Well, shit..."
"Really, Katie? No bra again?" Wanda sighed.
"What can I say?" Kate replied with a brief blush and a flashed smile. "I came prepared for war."
Kate quickly tightened her thighs and used Lucca's toned midsection to pull herself forward. The girls began the most aggressive tribbing that remained in Kate's memory (which wasn't to say that there wasn't some that was more hardcore, it was just that she was positively shitfaced by those points). Their pussies dueled for position, Kate trying to stay close and wrestle with the big girl while Lucca committed to delivering rapid and hammering thrusts. Whenever Kate seemed to have secured a clinch with her to keep the bodyscissor going, Lucca's pelvic thrusts would push her away and then send another intense shock through her pelvis.
"You're good," Lucca commented with a smile. "But you're no pro, blondie." Lucca suddenly hooked one of her legs around Kate's thigh, pulling herself closer and turning slightly. It flipped Kate over to lean on one elbow, but worse was when Lucca drove her bare pussy into Kate's. Kate had imagined that the panties would provide some protection to outlast her, but their mixed wetness had painted her panties a darker shade of green and left them clinging to her privates. The cocktail of pussy juices left them nearly seethrough, and Lucca knew just how to position her thrust so that her clit struck into Kate's like a lance. Not a lot of girls she'd been with here that precise, and they certainly weren't as endowed as Lucca; it felt like her clitoris had been forged out of steel on a very intimate and very painful anvil by a very giggly blacksmith.
Kate looked like she had been hit by a suckerpunch as her clit throbbed from the sudden impact. Lucca smirked and pressed on as if the scissors hadn't even slowed her down, grinding hard enough that the rest of Kate's body bounced up and down against her hips.
"Ain't... letting... go," Kate grunted, her mind and eyes clearly somewhere else but the leglock as tight as ever.
"Really now? Because you look distracted." Lucca wound up and gave another penetrating slam of her clit, and Kate's arms latched onto her opponent like she was afraid she'd fall off. Kate's whole body shivered as she came hard enough to drip through her panties onto the floor below the intertwined fighters. Leigh wasn't just the stronger of the two, but she was already starting to fuck Kate silly.
At Katie's mouth hung open, Wanda shouted over her witless moaning. "Get ready for another!" she warned, Kate shaking her head dizzily. She'd just had an enormous orgasm. How could she be expecting...
Lucca pressed her mouth into Kate's, shoving her tongue into her mouth. Her big muscular breasts were still held back by Kate's unsteady grip, but she changed her position again. It was as if her pussy alone had been trained like an Olympic wrestler, constantly flexing and changing positions as it needed to. Lucca's pussy tensed and tightened, letting her labia rest just on either side of Kate's clit before actually stroking up and down. It felt like Lucca's pussy was sucking her clit, and sure enough, Kate leaned into Lucca with a girlish shout, cumming so hard that her eyes watered.
Kate was too busy trying to stay upright against Lucca when the big black woman caught her in a bearhug. Kate instantly brought up her arms, wincing as they took the worst of the crushing force. "Walk away," she said softly, almost sensually. "Get your scrawny ass out of my studio. It's for your own good. Unless you want your boy to see you reduced to a brainless cumslut at the hands of my Clam  And Tigress Fighting Style."
That's right. Somewhere in the fog of Kate's head, she was able to hold onto a scarce few thoughts. One was maintain the bodyscissors; it still felt like her only hope. But she remembered the Clam  And Tigress thing. One of the bits of porn trivia Wanda had babbled about on the way over. It was some sexfighting martial art that was spreading around the last 10 years or so (and making women's MMA a LOT more interesting to watch lately). Lucca's grandmother had invented it, so of course she'd be a user. It was something about controlling the pelvic muscles and making the clit as strong as iron, minimizing the pleasure it gave themselves while remaining able to hammer their enemy. No wonder the girl humped with the sexual force of a garbage truck wearing a nightie.
That was it, then. Kate might know her way around a vagina enough to not need a road map, but this girl was an expert. She couldn't beat her pussy to pussy, and she couldn't lose the leg lock without exposing herself to even more orgasms. Unless...
"I'm not gonna be the one making an ass of myself..." Kate mumbled back. She grabbed Lucca by the hair, not to pull her into a kiss but to use as leverage for a headbutt. The stunned Lucca was brawny enough for Kate to flip around and end up on the pornstar's back, still keeping her legs crudely clamped around her torso. That movement alone sent more jarring tingles through Kate's treasure trove, but she knew she couldn't afford to stop now. She had to press the attack before Lucca figured out what she was up to. Kate turned to face Lucca's feet and kicked back, nailing her in the elbows so that her arms gave you. Kate pressed her knees into the back of Lucca's arms, keeping them more or less pinned as she grabbed her hips and pulled her cheeks apart.
"Because your ass is mine!"
Ryan shook himself out of his stupor for a moment. "Do you think she meant noooooooope. There she goes. She got it right the first time."
Kate wasn't one to run from a fight, but she knew when to fight a different way when she was outgunned. She wasn't too proud to bring a gun to a knife fight, a headbutt to a fistfight, or in this case, anal to a sexfight. She rolled her tongue and over and into the muscular girl's tight ass, freezing her on the spot. If Lucca was trained to ignore pleasure given to her clit, she'd find other methods. After all, Kate had once made herself orgasm by touching nothing but her breasts. It was all mental (or again, in this case, anal).
"The fuck are you doing?" Lucca grunted, her powerful legs shaking from the surprise intrusion.
"I think you mentioned someone turning into a cumslut," Kate taunted back, even if it didn't sound like it through her mouthful of Lucca's ass. She probed in deeper and got a husky shout from the overwhelmed adult actress. Lucca squirmed and struggled to escape her strange reversed bearhug, and even just the rippling of Lucca's back muscles were teasing her tender pussy. Kate even squealed as she came once again, her panties dripping wet as it trickled down Lucca’s back, but she held on for dear life. She hung on until her arms ached, rolling her tongue deeper and all around Lucca's rear entrance like it was her only hope (or hole... you know what? I'm done; as you were).
"This is so exciting!" Wanda squeaked, gripping Ryan's arm (as the nearest solid object) as she jumped up and down. Her cool and professional airs were long gone at the sight. "Lucca's been teasing at the idea of her anal debut on film for years! This might be the first time anyone's ever witnessed it outside her bedroom!"
"It might explain a few things about when we used to fool around," Ryan added with an amused look on his face. He watched his girlfriend aggressively eat out his ex's ass, leaving Lucca looking like fucked silly as her jaw went slack and her threats and shouts of protest and were replaced by guttural grunts and uncontrolled humping. "Wow, and it looks like it might be the last time too."
Kate finally positioned herself enough to up her game one more level, hooking her legs under Lucca's broad chest and squeezing her toes together to pinch and pull down on her nipples, as if Lucca were a bizarre and sexy dairy cow. The dark-skinned pornstar gave one more explosive scream as she finally came. Kate hadn't quite put together that the Clam  And Tigress style was all about orgasm denial, and that the longer you built up that kind of thing, the bigger the payout. Lucca's convulsed so hard that she bucked Kate off of her. Kate was just quick enough to roll out of the way before the force of Lucca's orgasm sent her toppling over backwards, squirting like a fire hydrant. She came hard enough that a few onlookers had to jump out of the way of her orgasmic outburst, soaking the floor as it eased back from fire hydrant to that of a high-powered water gun from one of those carnival games Katie kicked ass at.
"So is it true you porno sluts fake every orgasm?" Kate jeered with a confident grin. She was still leaning on a table just to stay on her shaky legs, left in just her panties and sucking in air in quick, deep breaths. She avoided the worst of it, but she was still close enough to be in the splash zone of the porn star's splat-fest. It still wasn't enough to keep Wanda from hugging her roomie and bestie. "Kate Kinsley, you are my fucking hero. You are my hero of fucking. You only earn that title by fucking my actual heroine." Lucca's eyes had rolled back in her head, out cold as she was still squirting on the floor. It was at the point where people were pulling up their pants cuffs and taking a few steps back.
"Guess that's what you get when a pornstar doesn't cum in years," Kate panted.
Wanda gave her an encouraging pat on the back. "How's it feel?"
"Let me tell you, Wand," Kate replied wearily, smacking her lips. "Victory... tastes like ass."
"You tell the best bedtime stories," Wanda beamed at her. She patted her back again, but this time to steer Kate towards her boyfriend and give her a helpful nudge.
"Like the show?" she asked, nodding towards the downed and STILL leaking Lucca.
"Crazy hot. You doing okay?" Ryan checked, smiling widely at his sweaty and topless girlfriend.
Kate grinned and hopped into his arms, letting Ryan catch her bridal style as she kicked her dainty little asskickers. "No I'm not okay. I'm beat up and horny and I need my man." Kate kissed him on the cheek before she frowned. She reached over to the cashier at the dining area and grabbed a pack of Tic-Tacs. "Yea, on second thought, I'm gonna need these. Put them on her tab."
The group didn't stay much longer. There wouldn't be much more filming with the few gallons of cum messing up part of the studio, not to mention the new holes in the wall. Wanda took the opportunity to tour the place a bit more while Kate and Ryan found a changing room where they could change Kate into some new clothes and sneak in a quickie. Lucca was taken off to rehydrate, but managed some goodbyes and a sporting handshake with Kate.
"You are good," Lucca told her, seated on the bed with an ice pack on her crotch. "Some crazy moves on you. I've never been with a girl before who can take more than two orgasms from me."
"Well thanks, but I'm kind of spoken for," Kate said with a proud grin, nodding over her shoulder towards Ryan. "He seems like sort of a keeper to me."
Lucca smiled and nodded. "Yea, we had a thing a while back, but it was just for fun. He's not really my type in the big picture. Too mushy."
"I happen to like his mush," Kate said with a content smile.
Lucca patted her an encouraging pat on the arm. "Well I'm glad he found you. The guy deserves someone special."
Kate finally broke her smile, giving an exasperated sigh. "Jeez, Lucca. You're making it really hard for me to hate you right now. Why can't you call me a man stealing cunt like the last one?"
Lucca laughed. "Look, we ain’t all bad. But believe me, Ryan’s been through some shit. He's got a big heart, and it can get him into trouble. You watch out for him, okay?"
"I definitely will." Kate stepped back to hug Ryan tightly while Wanda got some more time to gush (so to speak) to her heroine, swap phone numbers, and get a few possessions/body parts signed.

Kate was woken up the next day with a phone call. This began her ongoing story of blocking all the numbers of porn directors who wanted "the girl who outfucked Lucca Leigh" in their next show. The trashy stuff was behind her; she was a one man type of girl now. That wasn't to say she hadn't fucked a girl's brains out the day before, but that was for him. Even if she technically didn't have a job right now, doing porn felt... icky.
It was midday when she finally got a call from a familiar face: Stella Stevens, her big, butch band leader. It was easy to recognize icon, showing the big girl bear-hugging her waifish girlfriend, "Barely Legal" Nell. Kate flicked her phone to take the call. "Sup, Stella?"
"Kate!" her sultry and smoky voice came through. "I need you to help me make a porno!"
Click. Stella called her right back.
"Okay, I was fucking with you. Seriously. What are you up to this weekend?"
"Nothing. The usual. Probably time with Ryan."
"Sweet. Think you can make a show?"
Kate's eyes darted eagerly to her bass in the corner. "You mean The 8 Bits ride again?!"
"We're not just riding. We're riding in style! The opening act for The Dream Casters had to pussy out, and they wanted us to fill in for them. They even want us for a meet and greet before the show Friday night, if you can make it."
Kate paused for a few seconds, prompting Stella to call her name a few times. Kate had actually HEARD of The Dream Casters. They were sort of alterna-rock, but they were BIG. Crossed over the border into the U.S. big. "Oh jeez, Stell? Did you actually book us for a real life show?" she asked in disbelief.
"What's that supposed to mean!? That's a fine fucking way to thank me!”
“It’s not you, Stella. It’s just that there’s never been a good band manager in history. You’ve got a bad history to fight against.”
“Look, Cammy's down for both. Can I give them a greenlight?"”
"Yea! Yea, let's do it!" Kate agreed eagerly. Finally, something that paid big. No more tossing scraps of rent at Wanda. She could even buy some new clothes that weren't sweats, jeans and t-shirts... not that she would, but still, she could!
"Sweet! I'll email you info in a sec." True to her word, Stella forwarded a website with all the info for the show. "The Battle of the Bands!" It boasted in brightly colored font. "This weekend in Moosejaw! Two bands rock it out for the crowd's entertainment! Five matches, one price! Featuring Tonya Telepa and The Dream Casters! Order right the fuck now!!!!"
Tonya... why did that name sound familiar? It had a distinctly... girlfriendy sound to it.