The Sting

By Yarmouth

Sandy arrived first. Dressed in her working clothes she wore a tight black dress finishing a good seven inches above the knee, a white frilly apron, stockings, and high heels. The outfit was completed by a small white cap which sat on her shoulder length blonde hair. She had been Mr Smith’s maid for two years now and she knew what affect she had on her eighty-two year old employer by wearing this attire.

The door opened and Heather walked in. She too was dressed in her working clothes. She was Mr Smith’s private nurse and she also knew how important her looks were when trying to impress her patient. Her blue pin-striped dress also stopped well short of the knee, showing off the shapely stockinged legs which were enhanced by the high heeled shoes. The small white apron matched the small white cap but unlike Sandy, her black hair was bundled, and she wore glasses.

“Well, I didn’t expect you to turn up.”

“That’s enough talk. We both know why we‘re here. We are both after the same thing and this house isn’t big enough for the both of us. The last one standing stays. The loser leaves immediately. No rules. No time limit.”

Heather closed the door and without taking her eyes from Sandy turned the key in the lock. She then removed her glasses and turned slightly to place them on the nearby sideboard. This brief distraction allowed Sandy the chance to charge her opponent and take Heather by surprise. She shoved her back against the door and sunk her hands into the brunette’s hair. Heather was temporarily stunned but instinct made her fight back. She too sunk her fingers into the blonde’s hair and pulled hard. The initial pain made both girls cry out as each tried to dislodge the other’s balance. A hard yank reversed the position and Sandy was turned so her back was to the door but this was reversed soon after as each girl vied for the stronger position. A hard push from Heather caused them to part and they both stopped to gain their breathe. Both caps had been dislodged and Heather’s hair had fallen loose down her back. Both girls’ tops were already disheveled.

Heather made the next move and charged at Sandy. Both bodies clashed but Heather’s impetus forced Sandy back. They hit the back of the Chesterfield sofa and went sprawling. Toppling over , the girls rolled off the sofa onto the floor where they continued to thrash over and over across the floor. Skirts could not defy gravity and both rode high to display some very erotic panties. Both girls wore suspenders with Sandy wearing pale yellow underwear compared to Heather’s silky black ones.

The rolling over came to a sudden end when Sandy was the first to hit the far wall. She struck her head and was temporarily stunned. Heather was quick to react. Looking down she saw how disheveled her foe was and how her dress was caught up high round her waste. Yanking at the skimpy yellow panties her right hand grabbed Sandy’s crotch. Screaming in pain Sandy lashed out blindly and caught Heather on the side of the face causing her to topple sideways. They rolled apart.

“So that’s how you want to play it. You really do mean no rules, don’t you.”

“There’s far too much at stake, lovey. You seemed surprised.”

“Not anymore, bitch.”

Both girls got to their feet and backed away from one another. Both used this short delay to straighten their garments but this proved a pointless exercise as they clashed again. Locking fingers they began a trial of strength as they pushed one another in an attempt to force the other down. Staying on their feet they staggered across the room before colliding with the large oak table. Sandy was forced back onto the table and Heather triumphantly bore down on her. Mounting her she tried to straddle the struggling blonde who desperately kicked, grabbed and pushed in an attempt to dislodge her attacker. For about thirty seconds the situation did not change. Heather remained in the upper position whilst she tried to pin Sandy, and Sandy struggled valiantly. Reaching behind Heather’s back, Sandy realized her opponent’s dress had once again ridden high. She grabbed hold of the exposed silk panties and pulled hard. A look of surprise filled Heather’s face and her hold over Sandy slackened slightly. This was enough for Sandy to roll her over and gain the upper hand. Throwing a shapely leg over her opponent’s torso it was now Sandy’s turn to try and pin Heather. She grabbed the nurse’s hands and tried to push them back against the table. This didn’t work though as Heather fought back. Ripping her hands free she immediately attacked Sandy’s large breasts. Taking hold of the dress’s black material she ripped open the top and started to pull at the small bra which was now exposed. This item more or less disintegrated and she was soon squeezing the unprotected mounds of flesh in front of her.

Sandy had to retaliate fast. Abandoning her ploy to pin the nurse she too ripped open the pinstripe dress, dug her fingers under the black bra and started to apply pressure. Both girls were blessed with firm breasts and the sight of them locked in such a breast battle, with skirts hiked high, was a very erotic sight. It had to end soon and both girls decided enough was enough at the same time. Withdrawing their grips they immediately returned to a hairpulling contest and started to roll across the table top.

The inevitable happened and the table toppled, throwing the girls to the floor in a tangled heap of legs and hair. It was Sandy who was quickest to recover and getting on to all fours she realized she was looking at the exposed black panties of her dazed opponent. Quick as a flash she forced Heather’s legs apart and bit down hard on her unprotected crotch. Heather screamed and lashed out desperately. Feeling panic set in she tried to disengage but Sandy maintained the pressure. In utter desperation Heather wrapped her legs round Sandy’s neck and started to squeeze. This brought immediate relief as Sandy was forced to release her hold and once again the girls separated.

Breathing heavily the girls got to their feet but did not immediately re-engage. Heather’s panties had been badly ripped so she tore them off. Both girls would’ve shed their dresses but they were too tangled and ripped so they just hung round their middle.It was Heather who moved first. She put in a mighty shove which completely unbalanced Sandy who went down backwards on the carpet.

“There’s a familiar sight for all the men in this county. You on your back with your dress round your waste.”

“Tart. At least I wear knickers.”

Enough talk and Heather dived on top of Sandy. Another rolling session began and both girls struggled for the upper position as they went from one side of the room to the other. After about one minute it was Heather who showed the greater stamina and gained the dominant position. Looking down at Sandy’s exposed yellow undergarments she grabbed hold and with one almighty pull ripped them away triumphantly. She then decided to go for the jugular and entered her opponent’s womanhood with her middle finger. Sandy’s reaction was total. After the initial shock she retaliated in a similar fashion and both girls found themselves locked in a sexfight. The only sounds to be heard were from the girls as they groaned in their attempts to bring the other to a climax.

They did not hear the loud knocking on the door. They did not hear the shouts from outside the room. Nor were they aware as the door was broken down until the two combatants were pulled apart by what appeared to be hordes of people.

Two months later.

“It worked like a dream, Heather.”

“Yes, Sandy. We knew the old man’s heart was weak and that the room was linked direct to his video security system in his study. Seeing us two going at it in a strip catfight would be too much for him.”

“And it was. He must have died minutes after our fight started. What is really great is the fact that you found out he was leaving a hefty sum for the both of us in his will.Cheers.”

“Just as well the fight was broken up when it was.You were weakening fast.”

“Rubbish. It was the other way round.”

“You must be joking. I had you.”

“Crap. And I can prove it.”

To be continued.