Confront (Bi, Netorase, futadom)

You don't know what came over you; but after you heard Stacy leave the changing rooms you looked towards the semi-transparent shower curtain at the ebony figure you saw bathing only a few feet from the barrier. You looked at that blackened figure and you felt your heart begin to beat faster, part out of anger, hatred and resentment; as well as a latent mixture of excitement, arousal and something more.

As if in a dream-like state you rose from your hiding position behind the metal lockers and made your way over to the running water which housed your greatest enemy. You were possessed, a man with no plan about to assign himself to a path he must lock himself into without any thoughts or considerations that might cause him pause for thought.

You knew not why you peeled back the veil that separated you two rivals for love; could it just be causality? Was this like some divine and cosmic plan, that Nova should plant a seed - only for you to inevitably bear the fruits of which? If so; when were these seeds sowed? At your apartment? At the swimming pool? Or even, hell, could it have been in the bathroom during your first day here at Hardwood? It was like all of this was preordained, like you were destined to wind up here.

Ever since you first met her; you'd danced to her tune, swayed to her pull, befallen by traps of your own making - trounced by her cunning manipulations and outmaneuvering's all the while. You were sick and tired of fighting and losing, so you thought maybe you could talk to her instead - perhaps you could persuade her? Or bargain? Hell, maybe she could be reasoned with?

Reeling back the curtain with the sound of metal rings scraping against the metal railing - Nova looked over her neck towards you in surprise and perhaps even a little bit of shock; but upon seeing your frazzled and unsure look, she soon turned to face you front-on with a confident smirk. Her giant boobs bounced with the sway of her hips as she turned, her rippling abdomen leading down to curvaceous hips and powerful legs mostly obscured by her swimming trunks.

"Heard all that did ya?" You heard her ask in a mocking tone that was more of a statement than a real and genuine question. You cursed yourself not not speaking first; now it felt like you'd have to play catchup. "So? How are you liking my progress?" The bitch didn't need to specify what progress; you both knew what she was referring to.

"Look Nova, I think it's time we talked." You tried to couch your tone and try and be amicable for a change.

"We've been talking." Nova responded dismissively, ringing out the last of the shampoo from her hair.

"I mean, we should see if we can't de-escalate things a little." You clarified, however Nova just snorted.

"You wanna break bread with the woman who's gonna steal your girl from you? You white boys are funny as fuuuuck." Sighing you tried your best and continued.

"Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you?" The thought had been on your mind a lot actually, Nova having heard you just looked at you with an odd smile, searching your features as she made a show of licking her lips sensually.

"Because I enjoy what I do." She finished with a throaty chuckle, her eyes piercing into yours all the while without blinking or breaking contact - like a predator might stare down its dinner upon the Serengeti. "I like fucking white women who have husbands and boyfriends, I like the chase of getting into their pants, I like the gradual hesitation that leads into enthusiasm, I like it when they scream my fuckin' name in their partners bed - and you know what I love the most?" You could feel a cold sweat going down your neck at this point as you gradually came to understand that reasoning with her was perhaps impossible.

Dropping her trunks down slowly, you saw the root of her flaccid cock breach from the confines in all of it's animalistic glory. Like a black mamba of the sub-Saharan, her girthy serpentine cock slithered out of its nest and swung low besides her knees. With a small flick of her left leg, she sent the discarded trunks off to the side of the shower with a wet slap.

"What I love the most about what I do is bullying the fuck outta you white boys, god it drives me fuckin' wild." As she finished she started to stroke her growing girl cock, biting her lower lip as she continued smirking at you. Despite her continued treatment of you; you came here for a reason and you weren't leaving until you had exhausted your options.

"What if we came to an understanding? Is there anything I could give you that would stop you from stealing Stacy from me?" Even as the words were still coming out of your mouth all you could hear was Nova cracking up.

"Ahahaha!" She laughed derisively, wiping a tear from her eye. You were about to try a different approach when she give you a considered look for a moment, a look that made your heart flutter with relief. "Actually? You know what? Seeing you here acting all submissive and shit is actually doing it for me quite a bit." She squeezed her tits and rubbed them together idly as you both talked. "Fine then; I'll give up on Stacy under one condition and one condition only; and you'll NEVER get another chance for me to reconsider either."

"What is it? Anything!" You said perhaps a little too readily.

"I want you to strip naked right here and now, crawl on your hands and knees towards me like a good little bitch, kiss both my feet twice each and then look up at me with your most pathetic, weak and **** face you can muster and BEG me not to take her away from you."