Red Wine and Pink Hair

"There must be some misunderstanding, I thought that you were the whore." Allison said. Interesting, being called a whore by a woman who just voluntarily stripped naked in front of her.

Allison took pleasure in Poison's struggling even when the girl grabbed onto her hair. Having her head forced under the water, she didn't enjoy so much. She managed to hold her breath in time, but couldn't help from crying out. The only sound that escaped was from the bubbles rising out of the water.

She slid her hand up the length of Poison's thigh to her crotch, put her thumb over her clit, and then pulled her hand back a bit and slammed her knuckles into Poison's sex. Making her let go would be so much easier than struggling to get free.

"Drown whore" Poison said with an evil smirk as she held Sarah down by the hair. She cared little what the Brit thought about 'whores' and she found it hardly insulting to be called one, but what really had got on her nerves was to have this classy bitch fight back. So although Poison wasn't contemplating murdering Sarah, she was more than willing to leave her underwater until she was...pacified.

"Whatthe?!?" Poison yelled, her eyes wide open as she felt Sarah's thumb in her clit. She was expecting more arm flailing and desperation, like usual drowning victims did, but Sarah seemed too calm and collected even under water. And then she felt the punch.

"Ughhh!" the water did little to cushion the blow and the pain cruised through Poison's body, making her let go of Sarah's hair to stagger back on the water, which prevented her from falling down. Her hands went to her pussy as she grimaced, tears starting to fill her eyes.

Allison pulled her head above the water and gasped for several deep breaths. She looked down at Poison, at the pain on her face. These little bouts of violence and will were among the only ways Allison derived pleasure from the company of others.

With a joyless, sadistic sneer, she grabbed Poison's legs at the knees and dragged her down under the water like an alligator drowning it's prey. She forced the girl down and stomped down at her midsection, her foot slowed by the water. She grabbed for her hair and tried her best to hold the girl down while keeping her legs back far enough that she wouldn't effectively be able to reach them.

"I'm quite enjoying our conversation, darling." Allison said out loud, even though Poison wouldn't hear her.

Poison growled enraged at Sarah, as if the fucking Brit wasn't annoying enough, the blonde kept such a cold demeanor that it was driving Poison crazy. It was so irritating, but the pink haired girl was too shocked by the low blow to do anything about it.

"Hey!" Poison gasped as her legs were pulled and she ended up underwater. She kicked her legs widly, but Sarah kept them under control and then drove a foot down, stomping Poison's sexy tummy as hard as the water allowed, making the cute ganster-girl to lose a lot of air bubbles.

Posion kept thrashing under water, but Sarah held her head down by the hair and soon the pink haired girl found herself in desperate need for air. Poison was not like Sarah and she quickly became scared of drowning. Poison began to claw at Sarah's arms, sinking her nails on the forearms and raking down to the wrists as she desperately tried to push herself up to breathe.

Poison's panic was delicious to Allison. It made her feel warm inside. Although, she was also disappointed that the girl was so desperate and so panicked. She was hoping to find some sort of backbone to this pink-haired gangster, and so far she'd only revealed an ill-tempered, fussy little child.

Poison's nails raking down her arms immediately soured Allison's enjoyment of the situation. She hated having her perfect, gorgeous skin marred by any means unfitting. She let go of Poison's hair and let her claw her way back to the surface, but the moment her head came up, while she was enjoying her first new breath, Allison slammed her fist straight into her face.

Poison made a big fuss about being held underwater despite her being more than capable of holding her breath for quite some time. There was something about drowning that scared her deeply. So when she finally managed to make Sarah let her go and lift her head, she was very happy to filling her lungs with air. She was not so happy of the reception Sarah gave her.

"Ughhhh!" Poison groaned as the fist hit the side of her head, the knuckles sinking in her cheek and making her head snap to the side violently. Poison stumbled back groggy for a couple of seconds and she didn't fell thanks to the water once again.

Poison grimaced in pain and held her hurting cheek with one hand. Her face hurt horribly and so did her teeth after that punch. She glared back at Sarah, her eyes filled with hate. "You bitch." she said coldly Now Poison was convinced that she had badly underestimated the thread this Brit represented, but although fighting naked in a pool sounded like an awful idea, she had no intention of letting this prissy posh cunt humiliate her like that.

She ran her tongue inside her mouth and then spit some blood on the pool. Raising her fist up she began to approach Sarah slowly since the water didn't allowed to move faster and once she was close enough she raised her right fist as of to punch the blonde, only to quickly move one leg under water, trying to hook Sarah's leg with her foot and pull it from under her.

Allison was terribly pleased both by what she was putting Poison through and the guts that the girl showed. She wasn't composed like Allison was, but she certainly wasn't trying to get away. She liked that.

She didn't like her spitting in her pool so much. The tight, joyless smile that had tugged at the corners of her mouth vanished, and she moved to advance on Poison and put her through some more unpleasantness. She put her hands up, ready to deflect Poison's punch and grab a hold of her, but instead she found herself slipping as one leg was yanked away from her. She fell into Poison, almost down to one knee, and managed to stay up by clutching onto Poison's hips.

Allison looked up at the pink haired punk and gave a smile that looked as much like bearing her teeth as it did an expression of pleasure. She curled her fingers into the soft skin of the girl's hips and with her body kept pressed against Poison's, she began to drag herself back up to her feet, her shoulders and chest pressing up into Poison's naked breasts on the way.

"What you lack in skill you certainly make up for in panache, darling."

Poison hissed as Sarah literaly clawed her way up, sinking those sharp nails on her hips to get up. Sarah's body rubbed on Poison's nude figure as the blonde stood up, but although the sensation was close to a caress, Poison didn't enjoyed one bit. The pink haired gangsterette had no idea what the hell a panache was, but she felt she just hated the Brit a little bit more for using that word.

Having Sarah this close was definitively not good, but Poison knew how to fight in close quarters. She placed her hands on Sarah's shoulders and leaned her head back a bit to then shove it forward furiously, trying to ram her forehead on the blonde's nose. "Panache this!"

"Ugh!"

Poison's forehead smacked against Allison's face and sent her reeling back. Lucky for both of them she didn't hit Allison's nose. She stumbled back several steps and put a hand to her face. It hurt, and she gave Poison a look somewhere between a grin and a glare.

"I don't know what's more offensive, your headbutt or your diminutive vocabulary." She said dryly. "I'm somewhat willing to forgive those aberrations given the quality of your breasts. It's a pity you don't care for them enough to dress them properly. Now then," She said, taking a couple graceful steps around the pool. "Shall we continue? Are you still angry?"

Poison felt actually much better now that she had hurt Sarah. Still the Brit kept talking like it was nothing and although Poison didn't gave shit about her vocabulary, just the tone and accent in which the blonde spoke made Poison want to murder her. But when Sarah complimented her on her breasts she found herself a bit confused. That didn't sounded like sarcasm at all.

"What the fuck is WRONG with you, bitch?" Poison asked shaking her head. She just couldn't figure out what the hell was going throught Sarah's head, and she wasn't sure if it was some contrived plan or just pure old insanity what laid behind the blonde's actions.

Poison didn't moved to attack, but she kept her guard up. Who could tell what this freak would do next?