Corporate Catfight

by

Fist1951

 

Jennifer had been an account executive for the Broadhurst Securities Company for over three years. She was just beginning to establish a reputation as a real "go-getter" account exec, bringing a considerable amount of new business to the firm. Until recently, she was the only female account executive in the firm and it had taken a lot of hard work to prove herself to her male co-workers. Jennifer's 5'5" 120 lb frame and firm 36D breasts, topped off with her long auburn hair made it difficult for the men in the firm to pay much attention to her sales abilities. When her monthly sales figures started leaving the men in the office in the dust, they finally realized that she was more than a great body, especially after the boss started raking everyone else over the coals.  Before long, Jennifer was feeling included "as one of the guys" including after work get-togethers, etc. She really felt like a member of the team and life was treating her very well.

 

Her world took a turn for the worse. The company hired Laura as an account executive. Even under normal social circumstances, the two women would probably have been rivals. Given the intense atmosphere of the job and a little bit of bad chemistry on top of that, and there was sure to be friction at some point.  Laura was a stunning natural blond. She was about 5'6" 125 lbs and equally firm 36D breasts. Unlike Jennifer, who always dressed very conservatively, Laura dressed provocatively. Not quite slutty, but very alluring. Her dresses were all tight, about mid thigh and rather low cut. Making matters worse, management and the other account execs doted on her. Particularly galling to Jennifer was the way the sales managers went out of their way to help her. Jennifer remembered how when she started, there was little or no help available. This really pissed her off because she knew it was because of the way that the blond slut was dressing and behaving that she was getting all this special treatment. Damn it! Jennifer had worked hard, first to graduate at the top of her class, then to make her mark in the brutal world of securities marketing. What this new woman was doing was demeaning to all hard-working women. The animosity continued, just beneath the surface. Jennifer avoided speaking to her as much as possible and when she had to speak, it was in as few words as possible. 

 

As time went on, the animosity became more apparent. At every opportunity, the two women would make nasty little comments to or about each other. One afternoon in the employee's break room Laura confronted Jennifer about her attitude. "Just what is your problem with me", she asked Jennifer. "Basically I don't like you and I don't like the way you choose to get ahead" "I've been here for nearly four years, and I don't like to see someone like you waltzing in showing off your tits and getting all kinds of help that I didn't get", replied Jennifer. "Oh, I see! A little female rivalry huh?", taunted Laura. Jennifer was pissed. She put her face up close to Laura's, their breasts nearly touching, and said, "Look, just stay out of my way." "That sounds like a threat", snarled Laura standing up to her rival. The two women stared each other down for a moment then broke apart when someone came into the room. As Jennifer left, Laura hissed quietly, "We'll finish this later!"

 

Jennifer was a little scared now. For the first time, she thought of the possibility that this feud could escalate into a physical confrontation. The last time she had been in a fight with another girl was in high school. That fight had occurred after school when no one was around to break it up. The fight had been short but very brutal with no clear winner. Jennifer well remembered

the excruciating pain of feeling the other girl's fist slamming into her breasts. She also remembered the humiliation of having her clothes ripped almost completely off. She started thinking about what a fight with Laura would be like. The blond had an impressive body with well developed muscle tone and she worked out regularly. Jennifer was no slouch, she also had a fine shape and worked out regularly. What worried her was that Laura carried herself with an air of assurance and toughness that said 'Don't mess with me'. Jennifer had already decided that she wasn't going to be the one to start a fist fight with Laura, but what would she do if Laura started one? Once while they were both working out in the company gym, Jennifer noticed Laura working out on the nautilus. She suddenly found herself imagining her and Laura, completely nude, locked in womanly combat. She envisioned Laura's large breasts pressed against her own as they fought. To her surprise, Jennifer felt her nipples hardening and her vagina getting wet from sexual arousal. "This is ridiculous,” she thought, "I can't stand the bitch, how can I be having these kind of feelings?"

 

What Jennifer was feeling was something far more powerful than mere sexual arousal. To be sure there was an element of that, but what was more prevalent was a basic animal instinct to survive. The other woman was perceived as a rival, competition, whatever. And her most primitive instinct was urging her to

fight. Jennifer was so absorbed in her thoughts, that she did not notice she and Laura were the only ones in the gym. As she walked to the women's locker room, she could feel Laura's stare burning a hole in her back.

 

She took off her leotard and went into the shower room. The shower room was an open one with multiple shower heads. She went to the corner one and turned on

the hot water. The hot water cascaded over her body. Running her hands over her breasts, Jennifer was surprised to find her nipples fully erect. Without thinking, her hand slid down her smooth, supple skin to her pubic area. Her fingers quickly plunged into her vagina, soaking wet with sexual arousal. She

began vigorously rubbing her clitoris with one hand while massaging her breasts with the other.

 

Jennifer was so caught up in her self gratification, she didn't hear Laura come into the shower room. Laura watched the spectacle for a few minutes reveling in the knowledge that Jennifer was completely unaware of her presence in the steam filled room. Finally she spoke up and said, "Gee, it must be tough not being

able to get a man." Jennifer turned around quickly, completely startled by the nude blond. Embarrassment quickly turned to anger when she realized her tormentor had been standing there for some time watching her. She walked toward Laura, glaring at her. Jennifer had changed her mind about starting a fight. She knew that sooner or later they would have to settle their feud and it might as well be now. Jennifer said, "Alright, let's just get this out in the open. We fight right now, right here, woman to woman. Bare knuckle fist fight, no rules anything goes. The loser does whatever the winner wants and agrees to leave the company." Without a moment's hesitation, Laura hissed, "You're on bitch, let's get it on right here!" They turned on a couple more hot shower taps for effect and squared off.

 

Jennifer noticed that Laura's nipples were also erect, and she could see the pink of Laura's swollen, wet vaginal lips through the blond pubic hair. The two women slowly walked toward each other, their full breasts lightly bouncing with each step. Jennifer was scared now, this was going to be an all out catfight and she knew she was going to get hurt. She only hoped that she could hurt the other woman more. With out warning Laura slapped her hard across the face so that she almost lost her balance. She swung a hard slap at Laura, but the blond caught her hand in mid swing and twisted her arm behind her at the same time grabbing a handful of Jennifer's long auburn hair. Jennifer's back was arched back sharply, but she was able to drive the elbow of her free hand back hard into the soft flesh of her rival's bare breast. Laura yelled in pain and released her grip.

 

Jennifer turned quickly and slammed her fist into the blonde's mouth. Laura's head snapped back from the blow and a trickle of blood immediately appeared in the corner of her mouth. Her hands were now clenched into fists. As Jennifer lunged at her, Laura met her with a straight, hard punch in the nose. Jennifer cried out and fell back holding her nose as blood streamed through her fingers.

The blond started to move in on her, and Jennifer, still holding her bloody nose, kicked with all her might. The instep of her left foot landed hard between Laura's legs. She doubled over in pain. Jennifer grabbed her hair and yanking her head back, delivered two sharp punches to the blonde's nose.

 

Both women were bloodied and crying, but neither was about to quit. They rushed each other and their nude bodies slammed together. The pain from the impact of their breasts slamming together was terrible. Their hands quickly entwined in each other's long hair as they viciously yanked their heads around. Laura grabbed Jennifer's left breast and squeezed mercilessly. Jennifer howled in pain as she drove her knee as hard as she could into the blonde's crotch. Laura

yelled and responded in kind kneeing Jennifer between the legs. As she doubled over in pain, she tackled the blond around the thighs and they tumbled to the wet shower floor rolling around on the wet tile. Jennifer managed to grab one of Laura's breasts and started giving her the same treatment. Both women were crying in pain as they mauled each other's bare breasts. Laura grabbed one of Jennifer's nipples, squeezing and twisting it viciously. In spite of the severe pain, Jennifer thrust her hand into her opponent's crotch and grabbed her pussy. Laura screamed and thrashed around violently punching Jennifer in the breasts and face. They grappled and rolled over and over around the floor. Their battered breasts were pressed together nipple to nipple and their sore pubic mounds were grinding together in excruciating pain.

 

The two fighters broke free and scrambled to their feet again. They waded into each other in a flurry of blows, which were landing wildly on their breasts, faces and guts. Jennifer finally forced Laura into a corner and drove her knee several times between the blonde's thighs. Then Jennifer started raining blows on her rapidly declining opponent. She pounded Laura in the face and breasts. The blond was bloodied and one eye was swollen shut. One final knee between the legs, and Laura dropped to the wet floor like a rag doll.

 

Exhausted, Jennifer slid down to a sitting position next to her vanquished rival. Now it was time for the final humiliation. Spreading her legs, Jennifer grabbed Laura by the hair and forced her face between her thighs. She moaned

in pleasure as her defeated opponent's tongue probed into her wet pussy. Jennifer forced Laura to eat her until she had an orgasm. When she was through, she pushed the blond away like something revolting and told her to be gone by the end of the week. In fact, Laura was gone the next day. She was too ashamed to show her face at the office. She had a friend come in and clean out

her desk for her.

 

As for Jennifer, she took a few days off to let her fight wounds heal. Even though the fight had been brutal and the injuries painful (she couldn't wear a bra for a week), Jennifer was glad she had fought Laura. She now had a new air of confidence and would never again be cowed or feel threatened by another woman. She also vowed to herself that she would never again hesitate to fight another woman she felt threatened by.

 

THE END

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