Catscratch Fever Fu

Act 12: Hot N' Sweaty Noir






Reality is like the ultimate repo man. You miss too many payments and you will soon discover that everything you were paying on is gone and you no longer have a good credit rating. And not only is your credit ruined, but so is your credibility.
So basically, you're screwed and you hafta walk. A lot.
Not too mention you're no longer the cool kid with the nice ride. Make you're payments, kids. Don't be a fool like uncle Mack.

"You know what? I sure could use a glass of whiskey," I said, tryin' to interrupt.

"Melodramatic? Are you kidding me? Why don't you go do the dishes? I'm sure you could use the break!" Annie said, shoving Hanna aside.

Oh sh*t, I thought. Must have been Annie I heard at the door earlier.

"Why you...bitch!" Hanna exclaimed, slapping Annie. Then it was on.

"So is that a no?" I mumbled, a sinking feeling in my heart.

"Slut!" Annie shouted, tackling Hanna and pulling her hair.

"Sensei!" I exclaimed. "You must stop them!" But Sensei ignored me, and was intently watching the brawl that had developed. Was that a smile? He's smiling! I can't believe this!

I heard the girls fighting, but I had lost visual. I still couldn't move, and my eyes were straining to catch a glimpse.

"Ow! Let's see how you like it!" Hanna said.

"Ahh! Why you!" Annie said. Then I heard a ripping noise. Rip!

"No way!" Hanna exclaimed. "Take this!" Rip!

"I don't know why...you're so upset," Annie grunted, as I saw them both roll into view, still wrestling and pulling hair. "It's not like you haven't...flaunted them recently."

They both struggled to get up, and then I noticed their blouses were torn. As were their bras. Sensei looked...enchanted, his head moving ever so slightly as if in response to the swaying of Annie and Hanna's breasts. I almost said something, but I too became entranced. Both ladies were beginning to sweat profusely, and were breathing hard.

"You've done nothing...but throw...yourself at Mack...since he arrived," Hanna said, between breaths.

"At least I...didn't throw myself...on him!" Annie countered.

Hanna tripped Annie but Annie pulled her down too, and soon they were rolling around again, trying to gain leverage on each other. It almost seemed like a dance to me. As they rolled closer, their blouses in tatters, their bodies pressed firmly together. I tried to think...unsuccessfully, I might add.

"Oof!" I said, involuntarily, as they both rolled over me, causing the nerves around my wounds to protest.

"That is none...of your business!" Hanna shouted, struggling, as she was pinned by Annie.

"Since when...is it ethical...to screw your patients?!" Annie asked, using gravity to help her hold Hanna's wrists down.
"Or is that...part of the...treatment? Huh?" Annie continued, her ample breasts swaying as Hanna tried to rock her off.

"Let...me...go!" Hanna protested.

They both struggled for a few more minutes, both soaked with sweat, and gasping for breath. Their chests heaving. Hanna flipped Annie with her legs, quickly getting to her feet.



Annie also scrambled to get up as Hanna rushed her with a flying kick. Annie ducked and Hanna landed like a cat, on her feet. Annie threw a jab and Hanna deflected, countering with an elbow that Annie blocked. Up until this moment I had no idea Annie could fight.

Then the gams started flyin'. From my vantage point, it was difficult to keep up, but I gave it the old college try.
There's somethin' to be said about gam fu. Especially when the gams are so exquisitely beautiful. Some would say this is poetry in motion...an art form that admittedly appeals much more to dicks, and sensei's, than to dames. Unless the sensei or dick is a dame. But I digress.

Hanna charged Annie, who grabbed Hanna by the arms, sidestepped, and using Hanna's momentum pressed her against the wall, holding her arms out. Again they both struggled, but Annie held her there, their bare, sweaty breasts touching, heaving together.



At this point I may have been drooling. Yes, I know, dicks are pigs. What can I say? I tried not to think about it. Yeah...right.

Annie and Hanna finally ran out of steam. As mad as they were neither one was seriously hurt. There were some bruises and lot's of sweat, but no blood, thankfully.

"Why? I thought...we were friends," Annie said softly, releasing Hanna. Tears welled in her eyes.

"Annie, I...oh, I'm sorry!" Hanna replied, hugging her. "I don't know what...came over me," she continued, crying now as well. "I didn't want to hurt you."

Annie looked surprised, but she hugged Hanna back. I felt pretty low at that point, and somewhat disturbed that the catscratch fever fu had seemed so...incredibly sexy, a moment ago. Before the tears started flowing that is. Okay, it was still sexy. I mean, both dames were knockouts and they were huggin'. Breast to breast...sweatin'.
I tried not to think about it.

"I understand...I guess. There's something about him that...I don't know. I thought..." Annie said, not finishing.

When they finally released each other it was still difficult not to look at their breasts, glistening with sweat. As if on cue both women finally seemed to notice their breasts were exposed...just as Akira rushed into the room.

Akira froze. His expression was that of surprise, or perhaps mortified, as he tried to make sense of the scene. The bra's on the floor, the tattered blouses...and the heaving breasts, glistening with sweat.

Both ladies covered themselves with their arms and Akira put his hands over his eyes. Apparently the shock had wore off and his brain was once again functioning.
Annie and Hanna hastily left the room, no doubt looking for some shirts that were a bit less revealing. And probably a shower. I tried not to think about it.

"What happened?" Akira asked, as he lowered his hands, red with embarrassment.

"A disagreement," Sensei replied, disappointedly.

"What about?" Akira asked.

"Who cares?" Sensei replied. "Ah, do you hear that? That's the shower. Can you here the music? For decades that shower sounded the same, but today, it is a symphony."

They're BOTH in the shower? I wondered, tryin' not to think about it. Or their breasts, glistening with soap n' water.

Akira sighed, shaking his head.

"Want me to go ask what the disagreement is about?" Sensei asked.

"No!" Akira exclaimed. "I'm sure Hanna will tell me if it's important. How much longer until Mack can move, Sensei?"

"It's going to take all night if you keep interrupting me," Sensei replied.

Akira bowed and left the room. Sensei got up, walked over, and picked up the bra's.

"Finders keepers," Sensei said, chuckling.

"You are going to return them, aren't you?" I asked.

"No, they are broken. Yes, see? They are broken," Sensei said, flashing them so quickly I couldn't see.

"They can probably repair them," I said.

"No...they are beyond repair," Sensei replied.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Of course I am sure, what kind of question is that? They cannot be worn. Too bad," Sensei replied, smiling.

"You are repeating yourself," I said, smiling.

"And you think too much," Sensei replied. "Remember, loose lips sink ships."

"I...understand," I said. "My lips are sealed."

"That is an improvement. There is hope for you yet. Unless Akira finds out the truth, then...not so much," Sensei said, smiling.

"In the unfortunate event that happens I would prefer to be, oh, I don't know, not paralyzed. Any idea's as to why...aah!" I yelled. My body was on fire again, and it was all I could do to remain concious.

"This is very bad," Sensei said, looking into my eyes. "Your soul...it is poisoned!"

"What? My...soul?" I grunted, from the pain.

"Mack-san...there are poisons that go beyond flesh and blood. Soon you may not be capable of discerning reality from illusion or understanding anything I say. You won't be able to trust your eyes or ears. Search for truth within yourself only. The pain you feel will get worse. Much worse. You must not give up, do you understand? You must fight for your very soul!" Sensei said. "Akira!" Sensei shouted.

Worse than this? Much worse? Good God! I could barely stand it as it was!

"About...that...whiskey," I quipped, through clenched teeth.