Purple vs Kat

     Purple McCrowl walked into the gym and set her sights on a jogging device. Swiftly she moved, towards the device, smirking at the looks of people as she passed. She wasn't all that large, nor small. She wasn't heavy either, or anorexic. Her skin was a pale tan, her eyes a dark blue, and her hair was red and blonde, and streaked over her right eye.  

    "Excuse me, miss," a heavy muscled man said. "I don't think you'd be very happy here.

    "Oh save it," the young goth said. "I can be here if I want." She sauntered next to the machine, and eyed a cute guy. Purple took her place next to him, and giggled as he checked her out. She wore her checkered flag dress skirt, and her belt like collar around her throat.

    She could feel his blush building as she jogged, her chest bouncing with each step. She wasn't big but she definitely had reason to be happy with her frontal area. "Nice day, isn't it?"

     He struggled to say something at first. Sweat poured down his body, and not just because he was jogging. "Oh, a yeah," he stammered. He smiled and she favored him with a teasing smile of own. "Come here often?"

    "My sister and I just moved here. Well actually we've been here for about three months, but close enough." She continued jogging, letting her body move like water. "We're in a band."

    "Really?" The guy was tall, brunette and had nice blue eyes. "Second girl band in this area."

     Purple took that in for a moment and blinked. "Second?"

    "Yes, a couple of girls from the college has a band too. Can't remember what its called, but they're good."

     The early twenty year old woman let the motion machine stop. "And what kind of music do they play?"  He told her. "Ah. We play goth." He nodded.

    "Actually, you see that girl over there, on the weight machine? Her name is Kat. She's in the group I told you about."

     Purple turned and focused her attention. The gym wasn't so large that it was a problem. It was a large square shape, filled with people everywhere, but still she found her target. A young woman in a gray tank top, with brown hair. She could see a heart tattoo on her body. Purple smiled as she watched the other girl, this Kat, pump iron. "So, that's her?" He nodded. "I'll have to have a talk with her. Size up the competition."

     The other guy gulped, bid her good luck, and then blushed like a mad man as she kissed his cheek. Turning her attention back at the other girl, she waited to make her move. She could tell a lot about this girl, just by looking at her. Not everything, but a lot. And Purple liked what she saw. Not that she was that way. She liked guys. But she liked challenges.

      Finally, she watched as Kat got off the machine, and made her way to the spa. With a grin, Purple slyly followed her. She waited till the other girl entered and then took off her black, zippered high heeled boots. She peeled off her leggings, and entered the room. And found a strong arm wrapped around her throat.

    "So, you going to tell me why you were staring at me, and then followed me in here?" Kat asked, tightening her arm.

    "I don't know what your talking about," Purple gasped. She grasped the other girl's arm and tugged on it, pulling it a bit, so she could catch some breath.

    "You're stronger than I thought, but don't play stupid," Kat growled, pushing the other girl away. "I know when I'm being stared at. And I when I am being followed." She narrowed her eyes. "So what is up?"

     Purple rubbed her neck and narrowed her own. "Just sizing up my group's competition, that's all." She smiled and got on her feet.

    "Your group?"

    "Heard there was another group in this town, and I wanted to see if there was any threat to my own." She smiled and charged at Kat, taking her by surprise. The two wrestled to the ground, grunting and cursing, before Purple managed to pin her Kat to the ground. Kat cursed and tried to get back up.

    "What are you doing?" she panted and shouted an obscenity. She felt Purple slip her hands under her, onto her ribs, and felt fingers begin to press into her skin. "Stop that," she grunted. Kat kicked and growled, but the fingers scribbled faster.

    "Sing for me, Kat," Purple sang. "Sing for me, little kitten!"

     For a few minutes Kat managed to fight the urge, but the laughter bubbled up and came out as her pits and ribs were assaulted. "STAHAHAHAHAHAOP THAT, CUT IT OHOHOHOHHOOUT."

    "Oh nice singing voice," Purple teased. Up and down her hands went, like wicked little wasps tickle stinging her everywhere. "You seem really ticklish, kitten! I am pretty lucky to find someone like you!"

    "GOHOHOHOHOHOHHHO TO HELL YOU BITCH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHOOP IT AHAHAHAHAHA!" Kat was beginning to pound on the ground, crying for help. But the spa doors were doubled, so that the outside wouldn't bother those inside trying to relax.

    "Ticklish pits, ribs, belly. Hmmm let's try these feet! Sing, for me, Kitten!" Purple turned and pinned Kat's knees and held up her feet in ankle lock. The other girl struggled, but it was to Purple's luck that her little sister, Moka was really ticklish, and a favorite tickle toy of her's. She held the feet tight, and tickled gently at the bare soles. Kate exploded into high pitched laughter, rising and falling, as she tried to get away.

    "You sure can sing, Kitten, but I have to admit, my worries are a bit down now. My voice is so much better!" Purple teased, slipping her fingers between Kat's toes. To prove it, she opened her mouth and sang one of her lyrics.

     Her hails racked across her soles, up and down back and forth. Kat's pink skin began to have light red marks as Purple's fingers did their work. Smirking at yet another burst of insults, Purple held the other girl's foot and nibbled on her toes, making Kat scream and cry.

    "THIS IS NOHOHHOHHOHOOT FAIR AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH STHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOP IT STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOP IT PLEASE HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH GAWD  I CAN'T STAHAHAHAHAHAHAND THIS AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Kat loved to tickle herself, and her friends and some other girls were subject to her own hands, as well she theirs. Her boyfriend once tickled her feet with a ruler, as she got his head blown off in a video game, just because she wanted a foot massage. But that wasn't as bad as this.

     Her assailant wasn't the worst she'd had, but she was on the top of the list. The goth girl definitely knew what she was doing, and how to make it really get the point across. "Stahahaaahahahahap it! I meahahahahahahan it!"

    "But I'm having fun! And I haven't heard one of your main songs yet, Kitten! So, sing one for me!" Purple smirked. "Sing it and I promise I'll stop." Her tickling slowed, and Kat began gasping. "Sing and I mean it, I will so stop." The other girl tried to push her way up. Purple couldn't see it so much, the steam blinding her, and making her mascera run. But she felt it, and shifted weight.

     Hoping for something to end, Kat sang something, or tried to. Not one of her group's songs. This girl wasn't going to break her to that, but then again, if she didn't know that, so much the better. But as the first three or four words came out, the tickling started again, and sent Kat laughing, yanking her hair to try and block the sensation.

    "Boring," Purple said. "Sing something else, for old Purple, would you?"

     Purple? Her fricken name is Purple? What kind of freak is she? Kat pounded on the floor, her voice getting hoarse from singing. Both the heat of the room and the laughing making her face red. Again she began singing, and for a few seconds Purple stopped. Only to tease and tickle her ribs again.

    "YOHOHOHOHOU ARE SOHOHHO DEAD AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP IT, I MEAN IT!" This is how Michelle feels! Darn it, I don't like being the 'Michelle' in this kind of situation! "AHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAH GET OUT OF MY RIBS, GEHEHEHEHEHEHT OUT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!" She began coughing and a line of droll slipped from her lips. Her eyes were shut tight, and she gasped and silent laughed, her fingers crawling like little bugs trying to scurry away.

     Twelve minutes after she began her assault, Purple became bored and shrugged. She sized up the competition fair enough. She stood up and backed away quickly, not sure how quickly Kat could or would move. From the bits of steam she noticed Kat's towel was almost half off her body, and when she went to fix that, because she wasn't all that mean, she blushed at the small trickle of fluid on the ground.

    "Oh my," she half gasped, half giggled. "Well I honestly didn't mean for that to happen, my apology, Kitten." She blushed and narrowed her eyes. She thought of patting the other girl's head, but instead, wiped up the liquid, and inched away. "Nice meeting you, Kat. And cute hat by the way."

    "Gehehehehet, back, hehehehehehere," the weakened girl mumbled.

    "Oh, I would, but I have some shopping to do. Maybe next time, cutie!" She opened the door, and quickly got what clothes she had taken off, back on. Then hurried to the door of the gym. As she turned back, she could see Kat had managed to get to her own feet, and watched the other girl glare at her from the corner of the spa. It was so surreal, like something out of a zombie movie, where the newly risen undead was now sizing up its prey before striking.

     Purple giggled for a moment, and dipped. That had been fun, but it wouldn't do right now to be the prey. Too embarrassing.