1ST PLACE

Party Girl

By Brittany

Although Jen was usually a happy, positive-outlook kind of a gal, right now she was feeling downright angry.

The 29 year-old, middle manager at a small consulting firm looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and sighed. There are about 10,000 places I'd rather be right now than here, she thought ,

Jen had decided, at last minute, to attend a small summer office pool party at one of her employees' homes. Since her promotion, she had steered away from hanging out socially with her former colleagues, trying to maintain some professional boundaries. She missed the parties sometimes, but had to admit that they usually ended up as drunken messes, from which it took her at least a full day to recover.

But she also didn't want to become too aloof as a new manager. So late this morning, she threw on some cut-offs and a summer tank-top, stopped at the package store to pick up a six-pack of Amstel, and drove over to Lisa's house. Now, 30 minutes after arriving and chatting with the 10 or so guests (all co-workers, no spouses allowed), Jen was in one of Lisa's bathrooms, listening to muted strains of Aerosmith's Greatest Hits coming from the pool area, and took in her reflection.

The kickboxing classes she had attended for the past year had really paid off---she was toned and tight, but not overly muscular. And she was strong, she felt it. She was proud of how she looked---weight was OK for her 5'7” frame, and her shoulder-length auburn hair had lightened (with some chemical help) for the summer.

Well, a couple of more beers, I'll mingle a little more, and then I'll head out. Everyone will think I'm so social and down-to-earth, and I can still salvage some of the day, she thought. She was already feeling somewhat buzzed from the first couple of beers, and as she was about to leave the bathroom, she heard some cheers from the guests outside. She peeked through the bathroom blinds to the pool area, and saw the reason. Rebecca had arrived. Rebecca, the bane of her existence, the thorn in her side, the only thing that could make this experience even worse.

Rebecca had been up for the same promotion that Jen had been awarded. Once that happened, their previously close friendship had ended. Rebecca had become caustic to Jen---but being careful not to cross the line requiring formal disciplinary action. More passive-aggressive kind of stuff. She would stop talking when Jen entered a room, pass on insulting jokes about Jen behind her back (which always got back to Jen), and frankly just started getting on Jen's nerves. It was as if Rebecca was daring Jen to do something to her.

The problem was, Rebecca was the most popular, social, outgoing employee in the agency. There were only three women in the firm---Jen, Rebecca and Lisa, and although all three were attractive, Rebecca flaunted it. True, she had more to flaunt---fiery red hair, blazing blue eyes, and those 36 DD breasts. The guys at work went crazy over the 24 year-old, and she had each of them wrapped tightly around her fingers.

Jen took a couple of deep breaths, unlocked the bathroom door, and returned to the party. She went immediately to the cooler and started to down another Amstel, judiciously avoiding Rebecca, but watching her from the periphery. Rebecca had wasted no time in polishing off a couple of brews already, and was doing her regular flirt-routine with a couple of the guys. And, of course, it being a pool party, she had also wasted no time in stripping down to her flimsy two-piece suit, which really left little to the imagination. Jen had to admit that Rebecca was beautiful---that hair, those eyes, those boobs. At 5' 5”, she probably could have stood to lose about 10 pounds, Jen thought, but other than that, she looked damned good. Jen couldn't understand how , though, as even when they were friends, Rebecca would have nothing to do with exercise or fitness. I guess it just comes natural to some people , Jen thought.

Jen made some small talk with Lisa, then with one of the guys, and was enjoying her buzz. Suddenly, she heard Rebecca's voice from the other side of the pool, obviously raised to get her attention. “Well, look who's here! To what do we owe this honor, our managerial goddess lowering herself to slum it up with her employees?”

Jen just smiled, and resumed her conversation. Rebecca, annoyed at being ignored, raised her voice again, in a sing-songy tone, “Watch out, guys. Jen's writing everything down that you say or do, and it'll come out on your evaluations next month. Be careful…”

Jen again smiled, and rolled her eyes.

Rebecca sauntered over, beer in hand, and pointed a finger at Jen. “Why are you ignoring me? Or do you only converse with employees whose pants you want to get into?”

At this, Jen blushed, as did her conversational partner, who started to edge away. This made Jen angry, and she quietly said, “You know that's not true. I think you've had enough to drink. You should leave.”

“Fuck you,” Rebecca snarled. “You're my boss at work, not here. And I've only had three beers, bitch. Why don't you leave?”

“Listen,” reasoned Jen, “I don't have a problem with you. I'm going over there and we don't have to talk for the rest of the party, OK?” With that, she picked up her beer and started to walk away.

Rebecca blocked her way. “Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you, bitch. It so happens that I have a problem with you . OK? And I have for a year. So how am I going to solve my problem?” Rebecca put down her beer, and placed her hands on her hips.

“Frankly, I don't care,” responded Jen, and she again started to walk past Rebecca.

Rebecca put out her arm to stop Jen, and gently pushed her back. “I said , don't walk away from me. Maybe you need your ass kicked, huh Miss Boss?”

Jen again smiled, albeit nervously, and again rolled her eyes. Rebecca was not only being an obnoxious tramp, but in front of their colleagues, was openly challenging Jen's role as supervisor, even though this was not a work activity. Jen could only imagine what the guys, and Lisa, would say and think about her Monday when they were all back at work. Rebecca would be more empowered to pretty much do whatever she wanted to at work, knowing that she had intimidated Jen.

Nonetheless, Jen wasn't about to get into a physical fight, even though, deep down, she knew she could beat the shit out of Rebecca fairly easily. That kickboxing could come in very handy, she mused.

Jen put down her beer. “I'm going to go home, and we'll pretend that none of this happened. See you all Monday,” she said to the group. But Rebecca would have none of it. As Jen started to walk away, Rebecca grabbed her arm, turned her around, and slapped her across the face full-force.

The blow sent Jen back several steps, and her cheek felt like it was on fire. Curiously, she heard the guys cheer, drunken slobs that they were. Were they cheering because they were glad that Rebecca had hit her , or just because one girl had hit another? Lisa ran over, and stood between Jen and Rebecca, who glared at Jen as she clenched her fists.

“Are you OK?” Lisa whispered. “You stay, I'll tell Rebecca to leave.”

“I'm OK. Just stunned. And no, don't tell her anything. I'll take care of this.” Jen walked over to Rebecca. “You want to finish this? Fine. Loser submits their resignation Monday morning.”

Rebecca smiled and said loudly, “Come Monday morning, boys, you're going to have a new boss!” She sauntered over to the grassy area at the far end of the pool and motioned Jen to join her.

Jen did so, and Rebecca started to remove her rings. “I don't want to permanently scar that ugly face of yours. Here's the rules. Fight's over when you give up.” She looked to the group. “And no one interferes, no matter what . Agree?”

Jen nodded, and turned around to remove her ring and bracelet, as well as her sneakers. She turned back to face Rebecca, and was startled to see that Rebecca had removed not only her sandals, but also her top---those two firm, magnificent breasts, as tanned as the rest of her, subtly glistening with tiny beads of sweat, facing her, and the objects of silent admiration from the crowd.

“What's the matter? You afraid to show what you've got? Actually, you should be,” Rebecca taunted, giving her the once-over.

Whether it was her anger, or the beers, or the vocal anticipation of the group, or the combination, Jen did something she never thought she'd do---she removed her tank top, exposing her pale, but attractive 34B's to the crowd. “Bring it on,” Jen said, and it began.

Although Rebecca had already given her that slap to the face, Jen didn't want to throw the first punch in the fight. She didn't want to appear as the aggressor. She circled Rebecca, holding her fists as she did in kickboxing when she worked the bag, waiting for Rebecca to make a move.

Rebecca did. She threw a loping roundhouse at Jen, which Jen easily blocked. That was a feint, though, as Rebecca's real move was to launch a gut-punch as Jen blocked the roundhouse. The punch landed solidly in Jen's midsection, and although it hurt like hell, didn't quite knock the wind out of her. Jen jabbed at Rebecca, grazing her shoulder, causing her to step back a bit.

Perfect , Jen thought, and she followed with a sharp kick to Rebecca's chest. The kick hit full-force, and sent Rebecca flying backwards on to her ass. The guys cheered, and Jen smiled. She watched Rebecca on the ground, and was surprised that she was taking so long getting up. It was a hard kick, but really, she must be tougher than this?

“Do you give up?”

No response, no movement.

Jen took a few steps closer and said a little louder, “Rebecca, do you give up?”

No response. Rebecca was lying on her back, her sweaty, beautiful body prone, eyes clenched shut, breasts pointing up to heaven.

Shit, maybe I really hurt her bad, thought Jen. I just wanted to shut her up, not to hurt her . She knelt down in front of Rebecca's splayed feet, and shook her leg. “Are you OK? Rebecca, are you OK?”

Nothing, eyes clenched shut. Jen leaned forward, now on her hands and knees, hovering over Rebecca. She patted Rebecca's face gently. “Rebecca, are you OK?”

Without notice, Rebecca opened her eyes, wrapped her legs around Jen's midsection, and locked her fingers around the back of Jen's neck, pulling her down on top of her, burying Jen's face in her sweaty breasts.

“ I'm fine, slut. Let's see what happens to you when you can't use that kickboxing shit.” With that, she locked her ankles and began slowly devastating Jen's ribcage with a crushing scissor-hold.

Jen's hands instinctively went to the back of her neck to try and release Rebecca's grip, but it was too tight. She fought to draw breath, which was becoming impossible due to the crushing scissors, and because her mouth and nose were becoming smothered in Rebecca's fleshy bosoms.

“Uuuuuunh,” was all she could utter, as Jen felt her strength start to fade, and Rebecca increased the pressure on the scissors.

Rebecca rolled on to her side, maintaining her suffocating holds on Jen. She looked up at the crowd of cheering guys and smiled. She had waited a year for this, and was going to soak up every bit of joy from kicking Jen's ass. Especially in public.

Jen groped at Rebecca's arms, trying to break the hold, but it was a feeble attempt. She fought for breath, kicked her legs vainly.

As her arms started to go limp, Jen felt the pressure on her chest and ribcage disappear, and at the same time, Rebecca released her hold on Jen's neck. Jen rolled to her side and gulped for air as Rebecca stood up and brushed off some stray blades of grass from her legs. She smiled, winked at the boys, jiggled a bit for them, then bent over, ass towards the guys, and grabbed Jen by the hair, yanking her into standing position facing her.

Jen, still trying to catch her breath, grabbed Rebecca's wrist with both of her hands to release the grip on her hair. Again, just what Rebecca wanted her to do. She thrusted at Jen's taut stomach with a mighty blow, pushing Jen back with the force of the punch. A grunt escaped Jen's mouth, followed by a moan, and Rebecca followed through with another wallop to the gut.

Jen stopped trying to wrest Rebecca's grip from her hair, and instead tried to block the onslaught to her stomach. As she lowered her hands, Rebecca released Jen's hair and immediately grabbed her around the neck, bringing her down into a headlock. Using both of her hands, Rebecca tightened the grip around Jen's neck, simultaneously turning her so that Jen's blood-red face and Rebecca's smiling countenance faced the group.

“Now, do you give up, skank?” taunted Rebecca.

Jen pawed at Rebecca's arms, then her hands, but could do nothing to break the increasingly-crippling hold. As long as Rebecca kept using these chokeholds, Jen knew she wouldn't be able to get an advantage. Plus, she knew that if she couldn't catch her breath soon, she was going to pass out.

Jen opened her mouth to concede, but all that was heard was a gurgle.

“What's that?” Rebecca mocked, “You want some more? My pleasure!” With that, Rebecca released the headlock, grabbed Jen's hair again, the time with both hands, and started to spin her around in a circle. Once they had gained some momentum, she released Jen, who was propelled into the crowd. The guys parted, and Jen landed on the ground, holding her head and sobbing.

“That's enough!” announced Lisa, as she went over to Jen to help her up. “You won, now put your clothes on and get the hell out of here, Rebecca.”

Rebecca sauntered over to Lisa, standing toe-to-toe with her. “You heard the rules. No one interferes, and it's only over when she gives up. And she hasn't given up yet. So shut the fuck up, Lisa, and stay out of this.” With that, Rebecca sucker-punched Lisa in the stomach, doubling her over. “Boys,” she motioned to two of the guys, “make sure she doesn't interfere until this is over. And Lisa, you can be next, if you want, once I finish with this skank.”

Jen was just starting to get her second wind as she watched the Rebecca-Lisa encounter, and became even more furious when Lisa was attacked. Rebecca is going to pay for that .

The guys gave some ground again, with two firmly holding Lisa, as Jen walked towards Rebecca. There was not a flaccid penis in the bunch.

“Ready to give up, slut?” Rebecca asked as Jen approached.

Jen responded with a lightning kick to Rebecca's face, connecting squarely with her mouth. Again, Rebecca was sent backwards, landing on her ass. The boys cheered as Jen ran over to the stunned redhead and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her upright. “See how you like it, bitch,” Jen said as she drove her fist into Rebecca's mid-section. Rebecca's assaults on Jen had taken a toll, though, as her punch, although well-placed, was weak, and cushioned by Rebecca's “extra 10 pounds.”

Rebecca pushed Jen back and laughed. “That's all you got? Pathetic.” Jen started to raise her foot for another kick to Rebecca's smart-ass mouth, but Rebecca was too quick. She launched herself at Jen, tackling her to the ground. The two grappled on the grass, each trying to remain atop the other. To her surprise, Jen felt that they were evenly matched, despite the fact that she was in better shape, or so she thought.

Realizing the same thing, Rebecca gave up trying to get on top of Jen, and instead gave her an upper cut to the jaw as they flailed on the ground. The impact of the punch stunned Jen, and Rebecca wasted no time in repeating it, this time harder. Jen rolled over to her side, back facing Rebecca, to shield herself from more blows.

Rebecca made her move, grabbing Jen in a chokehold from behind, and jamming her knee into Jen's spine. Jen attempted to dislodge the choke, but Rebecca continued battering her back with her knee, and at the same time using her other hand to tighten the grip around Jen's neck.

For the third time in 15 minutes, Jen fought frantically for air, feeling herself grow weaker with each passing second. Rebecca laughed as she felt the strength seep out of Jen's body, and rolled on to her back, with Jen lying on top of her. Rebecca scissored her legs around Jen's midsection and, maintaining her chokehold, again started to squeeze the life out of Jen.

Jen's punches and kicks slowed as she felt her arms and legs become lifeless, and as Rebecca increased the pressure of the scissors, Jen saw blackness creep into the periphery of her vision. She couldn't get enough air into her lungs to even whisper a concession, and she felt herself start to pass out.

“Oh no you, don't,” warned Rebecca as she felt Jen go limp, “I'm not quite done with you yet.”

She released her holds on Jen and rolled her off her chest. As before, Rebecca stood, yanked Jen up by the hair, and barraged her midsection with hard, solid punches. Dazed, Jen couldn't even command her arms to try and block the onslaught, simply moaning as each punch landed squarely. She could feel her tight stomach muscles start to cave in as Rebecca continued her attack, and was powerless to stop it.

Rebecca moved the shots upward, punching Jen's tender breasts until they were almost as red as Rebecca's hair. Jen was sobbing, Rebecca was laughing, and the boys were excited. They felt that it was almost over, and as a group, were approaching climax.

Satisfied that she had decimated Jen's stomach and breasts, Rebecca rabbit-punched Jen in the face, still maintaining her grip on Jen's hair. One more shot to the face, and then Rebecca released Jen's hair. Somehow, Jen stayed on her feet, although dazed and disoriented.

The boys were almost riotous as Rebecca peeled off her bikini bottom, waved it over her head, and tossed it into the group. Taking a few steps towards Jen, she launched a sloppy, but accurate, kick at her opponent, connecting her sweaty, grass-stained foot squarely with Jen's mouth.

Jen toppled over at the impact, landed on her ass, and then rolled over on to her stomach to protect herself. Rebecca dropped full weight on to Jen's back, straddled her, and edged up to her shoulders. Again grabbing a handful of Jen's hair, she pulled her foe's head back, locked her thighs around her head, and then rolled over on to her side, trapping Jen in a head-scissors.

As Rebecca tightened the scissors, Jen clawed at Rebecca's rock-hard thighs, but to no avail. She felt her mouth brush against Rebecca's pubic hair, and feared that Rebecca had not only beaten her up badly, but might also try to sexually humiliate her in front of the guys. She opened her mouth to give up, to end the fight, but again, no sound came out, as Rebecca continued to smother her in her thighs. With no fight left in her body, Jen surrendered herself to the hold, letting her body go limp, praying that it would be over.

Rebecca felt Jen go under, smiled, and increased the pressure even more. Just have to make sure, she thought. After another minute, Rebecca spread her legs, released her lifeless opponent, and raised her arms in victory.

The boys went wild, cheering, clapping, some begging Rebecca to wrestle them. She soaked it in, beaming, then look down at her beaten boss. “Um, did any of you hear her actually give up?” she mused out loud.

The group laughed collectively, and Rebecca mockingly put her finger to her mouth as if she were pondering what to do. She pretended that she had figured it out, and, standing, used her foot to roll Jen over on to her back. She knelt over her opponent, unzipped the cutoffs, and slipped them down off Jen's legs. She did the same with Jen's briefs as the guys ranted, and, again waving them over her head, tossed Jen's underwear to the boys. Smiling, Rebecca sauntered back over to Jen, looked down in pity over her beaten and humiliated opponent, and placed her foot over Jen's mouth and nose, pinching Jen's nostrils together with her toes. The boys couldn't take much more, ready to burst their pants.

“Someone give me a beer!' Rebecca ordered, and her edict was immediately met. She posed over Jen, who was starting to stir under the humiliating foothold. Rebecca looked down, moved her foot, and poured the ice-cold beer on Jen's face.

As Jen quickly opened her eyes, saw the naked and beautiful Rebecca posing over her, and saw her own reddened, beaten, bruised, and naked body under Rebecca's foot, she again started to cry.

Rebecca laughed, took the last swig of beer from the bottle, and said in a mocking tone, “I'll be happy to provide you with a reference, Jen.”

-The End-