(Results: Lookout, Words: Cas)

Not many people are aware of this but the history between Instagram sweetheart Alexis Ren and fellow model Alyssa Lynch go way back to a time when both girls were relatively unknown. Their first encounter already spelt trouble as as each girl tells it from their own perspective, but one thing common: they couldn't stand the sight of each other almost immediately.


Alyssa: "We were both auditioning for a swimsuit company - a relatively small gig at that time. The room was packed with skinny girls who were hoping to land the coveted contract, and in walks of course Alexis Ren, looking smug as she ever with dark sunglasses on, as though she expected to be treated like royalty. Of course, she had to act like one too, kicking up a fuss with the receptionist that she had to wait in line like the rest of us. Of course, all I was doing was keeping my head hidden in a magazine whilst rolling my eyes with the rest of the girls."


Of course, that's not how Alexis recalls events.



"Yeah, ASS-lyssa's right up to certain point.... It's true that we were seated in the same room, but it was the lying brunette b*tch who was all b*tch-like first, if my memory serves me right. I was patiently waiting my turn like all the other girls, when I suddenly hear snickering and glances over at my side of the room. I look up and see Alyssa and the rest of her hoes giggling whilst eyeballing me, so I do what anyone would have done - I get up to confront her..."


And the rest, as they say, is history…


"Excuse me for being rude... but who the f*ck do you think you are and why were you laughing at me??"


Alyssa glances up from her magazine at the lithe blonde standing above her, her arms folded across her chest, looking to pick a fight.


"Excuse me, but who the f*ck are you?" Alyssa responds, immediately on the defensive. "Would you mind getting your fat ass out of my face?"


Alexis lets out short laugh as she stands firm. Meanwhile, the rest of the room goes eerily quiet as the rest of the girls bury their faces in reading material. "Actually, I *do* mind... especially when I'm being sniggered at by some low-class, anonymous b*tch half-way across the room..."


Collective gasp from the other spectators at Alexis' use of the 'b' word. Alyssa has had enough as well, standing square up with the blonde and poking an accusatory finger into her chest. "If anyone's a b*tch, it's certainly the little blonde girl who thinks she can just cut ahead of everyone else! Who do you think you are, you little self-entitled b*tch??"


The CRACK across Alyssa's face reverberates throughout the entire office, but it’s the mutual SQUEALS from both young ladies as they lunge at each other's hair that finally gets the attention of the office staff, who quickly send security in to pull both ladies apart. Arms, limbs and hair are forced to untangle themselves as both screaming girls are physically separated into different rooms, and then told sternly to wait for the authorities to arrive, but not before hurling more insults at the other's general unattractiveness and prostitute-like tendencies.


After their initial altercation, eye-witness testimonies become sparse, and all we're left are accounts from both girls’ mouths, who have proven by this point to be somewhat unreliable. Other than that, CCTV footage of the offices in question paint a different story of what happens next:


After a long wait, Alyssa starts to worry that her chances of a job now are close to zero after her efforts to disturb the peace. As such, she's pleasantly surprised when the assistant arrives to fetch her to a dressing room, where she's told to put on a tight-fitting, gorgeous-looking one-piece, which her body seems to fit like a glove. Confident that today might be her lucky break after all, Alyssa begins to smile again as she's let outdoors, a mini-swimming pool in the distance. Perhaps that dumb blonde got arrested instead, Alyssa thinks to herself. Good riddance.


"What the hell is she doing here??"


Speak of the devil… next thing you know, across from her is the same blonde Alyssa was just dissing before, arms folded across her chest in that same cocky stance, wearing a similarly skimpy orange jumpsuit that seemed to hug her figure just as well as Alyssa's.


"Yes, what the f*ck's going on?" Alyssa heard herself saying, trying to resist the urge to get in Alexis’ face and deliver another tight slap to that smug face.


To diffuse the situation. what looked like the manager of the company soon stepped forward and explained the situation to them: the company was still hiring, but only ONE of them. They were looking to make a splash this issue, and what better way than to feature two gorgeous models going at it in a mock oil wrestling spread? If the producers liked what they saw, one of the girls had the potential to score the cover page, and not to mention a year-long contract with the company to model the rest of their apparel.


A cheeky grin started forming on Alyssa's lips - the more she listened to the terms, the more she was relishing the idea of getting her hands on this cocky blonde (getting paid for it was just the icing on the cake). And she could see from the look on Alexis' face that the blonde was thinking the exact same thing.


"Let's do it," was the first gleeful thing out of Alexis' mouth, before continuing: “I can’t wait to wipe the floor with this b*tch!”


Both girls were directed to the site of the photoshoot - a circular kiddy-pool already soaked down with oil - and explained the rules.


Of course, the girls were only supposed to put on an act, but the producers, after having heard bout their recent showdown in the lobby, were hoping to have two ladies who genuinely had bad blood go at it to bring some authenticity to the shoot. Each girl’s body was oiled down as they knelt facing each other at opposite ends of the makeshift arena.


The first pose the director wanted to try was harmless enough, with both Alexis and Alyssa glaring ferociously face-to-face, one hand dug firmly in each other's hair, as though ready to throw down. Eagerly going nose to nose, both girls obliged as they pressed the tips of their noses together, refusing to break eye contact, with glaring daggers and hard tugs on hair a little too firm for make-belief, at one point Alyssa letting out a sharp, involuntary yelp when Alexis purposely digs her fingernails a little too deeply into her scalp.


"You little b*tch!" was all Alyssa could growl back as Alexis' simply smiled and muttered an insincere, "Sorry, I slipped..." 


However, the next pose saw Alyssa getting her revenge, when the director instructed her to hold Alexis firmly in a reverse sleeper choke-hold. Overly-eager, Alyssa wrapped a bicep around Alexis’ throat from behind, choking her out by cutting off her air supply... all just in jest, of course, but the look of fear on Alexis' face confirmed her suspicions that she was literally getting knocked the f*ck out. But all the director says is 'Good... good... Hold it there!' to which Alyssa grins widely. huffs hot air into the top of Alexis’ head and yelps: "GLADLY." Alexis choking, squirming for real, trapped in the snake-hold, her limbs pushing at the oiled surface of the pool trying to escape. However, things get worse for Ms Ren when Alyssa devilishly shouts out to the director: "Hey Jeff, how about I snake my legs around her waist? That's how a professional does it!" Before Alexis can protest, Alyssa's thighs tighten around her waist in a vice-like Body Scissors, further cutting off her ability to breathe. "B*TCH-- LEMME GO!" is all Alexis manages to mutter through her choked breaths, but Alyssa merely snuggles her lips close to her cheek, hissing taunts out of ear-shot of the director: "Why don’t you just pass out, blondie? I'm sure we wouldn't mind you shutting up for once," before having the audacity to nibble seductively on her earlobe to remind her who’s the boss, whilst the sickening camera flashes go on for another eternity. FINALLY, the director decides he has had enough footage and orders Alyssa to release her prey, which she does so only after another tight squeeze on Alexis’ burning throat.


Choking and rasping for breath, Alexis looks eager to lunge right back at her foe in vengeance when the director suddenly proposes his next pose for the pair, and the blonde stops herself, a smile breaking out through her clenched teeth.


After much protesting, Alyssa finally finds herself staring up at a grinning Alexis, who has her face straddled between her thighs, one hand firmly holding onto her dark hair, and the other digging her fingernails deliberately into the side of her face and cradling her chin in a classic School Boy Pin hold. Alyssa gently tests the limits by trying to buck her lower body up, hoping to humiliate Alexis in front of the cameras by throwing her off her seat, but no dice - Alexis has her both arms pinned down with both knees, keeping her firmly in place at her mercy. 


“Just you wait…” Alyssa hisses up. “Until the next move--"


CRACK - the brunette’s stunned for a moment when Alexis dares to SLAP her across her cheek.. "Tsk tsk-- didn't you hear, b*tch? This is the last pose... which means I freakin' win!"


Look of horror on Alyssa's face as she contemplates what this might mean for her - she wouldn't be the one to get the last laugh, which was unacceptable - this blonde b*tch could NOT be allowed to have the final say. But things were gonna get more complicated when Alexis decides to heat up the photoshoot even further with another suggestion: Alyssa's eyes go wide with fear as her brown tresses are tugged upwards sharply, pulling her facial features right up into the darkness of Alexis’ crotch! Alyssa's vision goes dark as she curses at the sweaty depths of Alexis' wet fabric pressing disgustingly into her lips. F*CK THIS, she thinks to herself…


Up top, Alexis thinks she's getting her victory pose, and especially a hold of the contract for good as she enjoys the dull moans of Alyssa's lips echoing in between her thighs. Suddenly, though, a sharp pain SHOOTS up her spine-- Alexis screams aloud as she recoils off of her perch, as though bitten by some poisonous animal from below.Indeed, a smiling Alyssa seems to confirm that suspicion as she collapses down onto one side of the oiled pool, taunting weakly: "How'd you like that pose, b*tch?"


"WHY YOU LITTLE WH*RE" Alexis screams back, still cradling her inner-thigh and checking for bleeding from the bite-marks. "I'LL F*CKING MURDER YOU," the blonde shouts before lunging claws out at the brunette. Alyssa too gets up to her knees and throws herself forward, with both girls colliding in the middle of the pool with a meaty SMACK. They finally go at each other for real, not holding back any longer, and the Director looks perplexed as he suddenly loses control of the shoot. Both girls are squirming, slapping and squealing in the oil, their bodies rolling over each other for control and dominance. 


In his defense, the Director attempts to pry both girls apart, but the slick oil covering their skin making it difficult to get a hold on either thrashing cat. He finally seems to say 'screw it' and plops back down in his seat, still rolling the cameras mind you, but perhaps realising that real drama makes for much better footage.


Girls slowly pulling each other up by the hair onto their knees, mutual snarls as they come face-to-face, then take turns plugging fists into the belly. Alyssa doubling Alexis over with one shot nasty blow, before seizing control by getting her thighs above Alexis' and securing them around her waistline. Alexis groaning in the slowly tightening body scissors, continues slapping at the face and thighs in an effort to loosen the hold. But when Alyssa squeezes even tighter, the blonde lets out a sharp gasp, making Alexis even more desperate: she starts plugging punches into Alyssa’s orbs, making sure to grind her knuckles into the fabric and SQUEEZE for effect. It seems to work - Alyssa screams in pain as she finds her foothold untenable with her chest getting violated this way. 


Brunette barrels forward, hugging close with two arms around the neck, trying to prevent more shots from landing. Alexis however snarling with even more rage as her enemy's hated jugs now pressed down into her mouth, so she does the only thing she knows: SINKING her teeth through the fabric and digging into supple flesh! Alyssa shrieks like a madwoman and immediately pulls away, rolling over to one side of the makeshift pool and clutching the tattered remains of her bikini top. Alexis growling for air at the other corner, her refusal to let go resulting in some of the bikini fabric left dangling in between her snarling teeth.


"YOU LITTLE B*T--UGGGHH!!" Alyssa silenced when an open palm stings her face, Alexis already surging forward on both knees before slugging her stunned foe in the belly repeatedly with close-quarters fists. Alyssa doubled over in pain, mouth breathing on shoulder and arms hugging her own body. Ren grinning, has more in store as she reaches over behind to TUG upward on the rest of the fabric covering Alyssa's body. The brunette’s not resisting the wedgie as the fabric stretches further and further off her gleaming body, when SWOOP - just like that, Alyssa's gleaming jugs bounce free and proud for all to see.


Alyssa hardly seems to notice the loss of her modesty - she’s groaning and still holding her sides, with Alexis not helping things by shoving the poor girl’s head down Intl the oily, murky depths, after which proceeds to mount the top of her head with her thighs, gyrating her hips back and forth in undisputed dominance.


“You might as well give me the contract right now,” Alexis demanding of the director, who’s about to agree with her, watching the bare back of Alyssa squirming helplessly in the oil beneath her hips. “Well?? Are you gonna raise my hand or-- WHAA??”



Slapping down her open palms on Alyssa’s exposed butt cheeks seemed to be the last straw, however, and Alyssa rises from beneath like a raging bull throwing off her startled handler. Alexis thrown off her stride and comes crashing sideways down, with Alyssa already scrambling forward and using her weight to pancake the blonde back down to the canvas. Alexis protesting initially, of course, but a quick fist or two straight into her nose and chin seems to silence her. She’s groaning and writhing in the oil now, powerless to let Alyssa take the high ground, quite literally by sitting on her face in a reverse crotch smother. Alyssa subdues the rest of her protests with intermittent punches smack down into her belly, before scrunching up two handfuls of orange fabric, threatening to give the blonde the same treatment she suffered moments earlier.


Another groan from Alexis as a fist pistons down into her body - coughing, she tries to curl into a ball, but Alyssa not allowing it, instead, wickedly grinning as she TUGS down hard on her central zipper, slowly stripping the poor girl of her orange jumpsuit down to the waist, sweat-soaked fabric still clinging onto her oiled skin. Alexis realises what’s happening as her exposed skin hits a chill, starts thrashing wilder in the reverse schoolgirl pin but receives another punch down into her exposed belly.


“You were saying, b*tch? Who’s the better woman now?” Alyssa posing on her perch, flexing her biceps for the cameras, not realizing however that she’s making the same mistake of underestimating her opponent.


With her opponent distracted, Alexis manages to rotate her head one the side, before CHOMPING down hard on one of Alyssa’s thighs! Sharp scream fills the air as Alyssa’s thrown off immediately, hands shooting down in agony whilst Alexis manages to roll away to catch her breath. Alyssa has tears and murder in her eyes as she’s the first to rush back into the fight, tugging on two fistfuls of hair and thrashing violently. Alexis shrieking, but returns the favor with a SNAP of knuckles into open chest left right left right. Alyssa squealing, starts slapping Alexis on the face repeatedly, but is stunned further when a knee lift shoots up into her tummy. Alexis snarling, giving her a taste of her own medicine with a backhand or two across the face - Alyssa sent sprawling back down to the ground and Alexis takes the chance to POUNCE, landing on the fallen brunette with a painful SPLAT. 


That seems to be it folks - Alyssa’s body shudders from the body splash, eyes fluttering and mouth open. Some fight still in her, slapping at whatever skin she can find. But another knee into the body makes her groan and curl into fetal position. Alexis not showing any mercy, crawls over her body and straddles her midsection with ease, then leaning forward and teasing her jugs just inches away from Alyssa’s face.


“You’re finished, ass-wipe,” Alexis coos into her ear, before biting down on it with a nibble. “Time to lose, b*tch.” 


Alexis wrapping her arms around back of the neck, before pulling the writhing girl’s face into her cleavage. Alyssa giving it her last fight, thrashing and bucking her body in desperate escape, but Alexis’ breast smother locked in tight, keeping her lean body firmly on top all the way until Alyssa lies completely still, knocked out from the lack of oxygen. Not satisfied, the blonde reaches down and hooks one of her legs towards her chest in a formal count-out: 


“ONE, TWO, THREE. I F*CKING WIN,” Alexis declares with glee, before quickly standing up and exiting the play-pool, leaving Alyssa’s bare chest rising and falling behind, the remnants of her one-piece white swimsuit now barely covering her waistline and other sensitive regions.


Alexis is looking like she’s been in the fight of her life as well, draping a tower around her neck but barely making any effort to cover up her reddened bare breasts, now slick with oil and gleaming in the afternoon sun. Little would either girl realise that this was just the beginning of a LONG rivalry to come. For now, all Alexis fixes the Director with a steady stare as she saunters up to him.


“Where's my f*cking contract,” she growls, taking a swig of bottled water and spitting oil from her mouth.