Party crashing and Revelations

Natalia stood up and walked to the bed, kneeling on it, still looking at Marisa with suspicion. The dark-haired girl´s pose was more relaxed now, but she still kept her muscles ready to jump and the smallest provocation. The Dream still wasn´t sure if she believed Marisa or not. Part of her had already found the blonde model guilty and blamed her for all the things that had happened to her, all her frustrations and all her fears; but deep inside she felt Marisa was not really responsible for any of those. For the first time Natalia could remember of all the occasions in which she had saw Marisa, either in the TV or Magazines, she looked more like someone who should be pitied. Still Natalia didn´t felt like dropping her guard... much less apologizing for entering into Marisa´s house and attacking her.

"So..." Natalia said as she looked down, taking a lot of time before continuing as she didn´t knew what to else to say. " You wouldn´t know where she is, uh?" She asked although she was certain that the answer would be no.

Marisa shook her head no.
"Alex...the man I was with earlier, he found out she was taking most of the profits the models made. I didn't believe him at first , but all the documents with her signatures couldn't be denied." she began to explain. "We went to confront her. I told her how angry I was that she used me and the other models. At that point she laughed at us...at me. Told me that I should be thankful, that there were worse things going on then what I could imagine, and that I should just forget about this, like a 'good girl' I told her where she could stick that idea."
Marisa paused.
"That's when she shot Alex." she said abruptly. "She missed his heart and he'd eventually survive, but I thought at the time she had killed him. She would've shot me next, but Alex pushed me towards the door as he fell. And I ran. I managed to beat Monique to the elevator out of dumb luck and took it to the roof, where I hid in a utility shed. I used my cell phone to call the police from there. But Monique escaped. The police took me and the other models in as witnesses. That's when we found out what Monique really was. The money she was taking from us...she was using to fund some sick fight club for depraved men. She took girls from all over the world...even one from our agency! Then she would train them to fight, starve them make them brutalize each other to survive. They said what Alex had found made it possible to find her club and break up her little project. Then they showed us pictures of the girls they found. These beaten, starved, wounded girls. The agents said we should be proud. His intelligence and my bravery helped saved these women."
The former model shook her head.
"I didn't feel proud...I felt sick. Because if it wasn't for the money we made, Monique wouldn't have been able to do these things. I tried to do right...I continued modeling for a while longer, devoting most of the profits I made to getting those girls homes and help, but I couldn't work without seeing Monique's face. So I quit after Alex assured me that my efforts had paid for counseling for a lot of those women."
Marisa looked at Natalia.
"So, no, I don't know where to find her. Or else I'd be making the decision to call the police, or asking Li if her gangster brother could make her disappear." Marisa said vehemently.

Natalia relaxed as she heard Marisa's story, still she felt completely unapologetic and looked at the blonde with a severe stern stare. When the story was over, Natalia let out a sigh and leaned back, laying on the bed looking at a random point in the ceiling.

"You are lucky to be alive" she said with a sad tone. Natalia couldn't contain the tears all these memories had brought back. First she clean them with her fingers but it became to much so she simply covered her eyes and cried softly. After a few minutes she rolled to her side, looking at Marisa as she hugged herself.

The dark-haired beauty laid there in complete silent staring at the model. She didn't knew what to do now. She had no doubts Marisa was telling the true, but it certainly hadn't helped her a lot. She would have liked to kick Marisa out of the room and just be alone...but then again this was Marisa's room...in her house...to which Natalia had entered in a quite illegal manner. Still, Natalia was not going to apologize. She kind of wanted to hug Marisa... And then again, she also felt like pouncing on her and beat her; but that was probably because Marisa was blonde and rich and famous; the last two things made Natalia so jealous. There was nothing left to say or do now.

So Natalia slowly stood up and simply announced...

"I'm leaving now"

"Wait." Marisa called to Natalia.
She had watched the other woman's reaction, the silent tears. It was obvious that Natalia had also known Monique. Perhaps she would regret asking...but she had to know.
"How to you know her? Monique, I mean."

Natalia stopped and turned her head around to look at Marisa over her shoulder, frowning and with her tearfull blue eyes filled with anger. Natalia really had to resist the urge to jump back at Marisa and choke the blonde with her hands. She turned around slowly and walked back towards the blonde model until they were face to face, Natalia getting awfully close until their breasts touched slightly. Locking her eyes with the blonde, she said in a cold threatening tone.

"That is none of your business. And if you are smart... Natalia couldn't help but smirk at that last word. 'A smart blonde, pftt', she thought. "You won't mention anything about this to anyone."

"You broke into my home, interrogate me about the most painful incident of my life and then tell me it's none of my business?!" Marisa exclaimed.
Her eyes narrowed as she shook her head.
"I don't think so."
With that, she tried to seize Natalia by the hair, her wrestling training coming into play as she tried to snap mare Natalia over her shoulder onto the bed, where she would try to pin her down by puncing on top of the Asian, her hands going for her wrists.

Natalia had hoped that her bravado had been enough to intimidate the blonde, but apparently that wasn't the case. Marisa did had a fighter inside her after all.

"Iaaagh! Bitch!" Natalia hissed as her luscious black hair was grabbed and yanked viciously with such force that she flipped over Marisa and landed with a loud thud on the bed.

Natalia's sexy body bounced on the comfy bed which made the hit much more soft, still the brunette was quite dazed, which allowed Marisa to get on top and grab her wrists.

"Ughhh!" Natalia groaned as she felt Marisa's curvaceous form lay on top of her. She grit her teet and locked her lovely blue eyes with those Marisa. She had been wanting so bad for a excuse to beat the blonde and now she had it.

Natalia smiled and spread her legs showing off her great flexibility and then bring them up trying to trap Marisa between her thighs to squeeze her.

"Tell me, slut! Who is Monique to you-ahhgh!"
Natalia's legs came up then, getting around her.
"You bitch!" she roared.
She brought her hand up, looking to slap it back and forth quickly across Natalia's face as she tried assume dominance over her attacker.

"Fuck...you...whore!" Natalia yelled back between groans as she started to squeeze on Marisa's delicious body. Despite the situation, Natalia couldn't help but notice what a beautiful curvaceous body the blonde had. It felt so good against her own, and the dark haired beauty wanted so bad to put the model to test body to body, comparing assets and sex drives.

But now was not the time for a sexy confrontation. This was a vicious catfight...although it wasn't completely void of its own sexyness. Which didn't helped Natalia, for whom fighting was the ultimate turn on.

Marisa crossed Natalia's cute face twice first to the right then to the left, making the dark haired beauty groan in pain as her lovely cheeks reddened visibly after the hits.

"It is none of your business!" Natalia yelled, bringing one hand up to catch Marisa's wrist and stop any further slap.
"Damn...overrated...prostitute!" The Dream yelled, chosing the words carefully, wanting to make sure Marisa understood what Natalia thought about her chosen career path.

Natalia will then try to roll Marisa to her side, to unlesh the power of her thighs and crush the model's slim waist as if she was trying to cut the blonde in half.

Marisa let out a shriek of anger as Natalia managed to roll the model over onto her side.
"Jealous...much? With your second rate body you know you couldn't be a model, don't you?" Marisa snarled into Natalia's face, which was near hers.
Admittedly, the Asian girl had a marvelous body, the model would be up for putting it to the test, and the close quarters struggling wasn't helping matters.
With a growl, Marisa wrapped her arms around Natalia's head and tried to pull her face down into her generous bust, trying to smother her between her breasts, now that the towel that covered them had been lost in the struggle.