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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