Stacking Shelves by Beaker

Anjou v Jill

The young woman was becoming increasingly disillusioned she had got good qualifications but her parents had decided she should work in the family business a small corner shop on the edge of the city. Life was boring how she wanted to get into the city more meet guys have fun but long hours in the shop stopped all that her background in the Indian community had been quiet and sheltered until she went to university and started to meet new friends from the wider community. She was popular tall slim and attractive long jet black hair and made friends easily but when she started to date a guy her parents had flipped and started to impose restrictions on her social life.

Now she was stuck in the shop six days a week from early in the morning until closing often 8 or 9 pm rarely seeing the friends she had made and missing Steve most of all. He had been gone off to work in media relations in the city when she felt he should be building relations with her, she missed him. Jill had been a university student at the same time and although friendly with Anjou hardly classed her as a friend they had met after classes one day when the Indian woman had been waiting for Steve and from that moment the blonde had hated the sight of the woman. Jill had fancied the guy for a while and was trying to smooth her way in but the other woman was constantly there and seemed to have some hold over him.

Jill was an inch shy of Anjou at 5'6” but of similar weight and build each having pleasant eye catching curves without being over the top the blonde having larger breasts the only real visible difference 34Cs to her rival's 32B cups. Then Anjou had disappeared and Jill was able to make all the plays she wanted for the guy and had managed to start an exciting and physical relationship with him. The day had started quietly enough Steve and Jill had gone to the assignment on the edge of the city and completed a decent job in good time deciding to go for a coffee before battling back to the office. Jill realising she had left her cigarettes at work had spotted the shop and she dropped in the woman behind the counter was immediately recognised.

“Well look who it is bit of a change from being the darling of the campus isn't it Paki?” sneered the blonde in the leather jacket with mini skirt and knee-high boots. Anjou was stunned she had not expected to see the woman again and her abusive nature, why the hell was she here? “I'm not a Paki you racist bitch I'm English like you with and I have an Indian heritage,” replied the woman recovering from her initial shock with a snappy almost catty response. “Don't you call me a bitch you cheap foreign whore still lying down for any bloke desperate enough to shag you?” sneered the blonde before adding, “Now I see you're serving all so get me 20 fags now silk cut.” Anjou stood her ground behind the counter her eyes blazing, “Come on snap to it or do I call the manager in, nigger?” “Do you mind you're language is insulting,” replied Anjou trying to calm the situation before turning to pick out the cigarettes.

Jill sneered back, “I'll be as insulting as I want you common slut pass me the fags then I can bugger off!” Anjou turned back trying to remain poised, “Leave now I'm banning you I do not have to serve you please leave the shop before I throw you out,” she finished fighting to control her temper and tears welling up inside her the woman had been a nightmare at university now she was back in her life she was glad there was no one else around.

Jill turned tail and stormed across the shop saying nothing, Anjou relieved the confrontation appeared over until the blonde threw the latch on the door and turned the sign to closed and turned back to face the woman eyes blazing and temper clearly roused. “So you think you're the boss now do you bitch well I've got news for you you're wrong and now you're going to pay!” snarled Jill dropping her jacket and bag to the floor and clenching her fists. “What the hell are you doing?” demanded Anjou stepping from behind the counter for the first time revealing her attire her shop coat over a conservative red blouse and knee length skirt and ankle boots.

“I'm stopping anyone bothering my while I kick your face in something I should have done years ago eat this bitch!” snarled Jill before smashing her fist into the surprised woman's face knocking her back over onto a counter. She moved forward grabbed the Indian woman by her shop coat and heaved her onto the floor ripping the coat in the process, which parted along the seam with a loud rip. Jill gave the woman laying at her feet a wicked kick to the guts and sneered, “Now remember who your betters are Paki!” and turned to move behind the counter and help herself to some cigarettes.

Anjou coughed and rolled to her knees before spotting the blonde helping herself to some cigarettes and so she pushed herself up shrugging off the ruined shop coat. Reaching across the counter, she grabbed the blonde by the hair at the back of her head and tugged back violently and as Jill arched back over the counter, she brought her forearm down hard across the woman's chest sending her sliding to the floor behind the counter. Moving round the counter she found the blonde sitting amongst the packs of cigarettes she had been picking from the shelves above her, “Right you bitch time to leave,” snapped Anjou grabbing the blonde's hair again and dragging her from behind the counter causing her to crawl with the tearing sensation through her scalp.

Jill grabbed at the woman's skirt and tugged hard gaining reward from the ripping sound and the stumble that tripped Anjou to her knees, she then grabbed the woman's hair and shoved her face down hard against a metal shelf. Luckily for the Indian woman the shelving collapsed and so the potential damage was reduced and she rolled to the floor and ended up on her back as Jill scrambled to her feet. Anjou kicked the blonde's legs from under her and she too crashed through a shelf stack to the floor and the pair grappled to their hands and knees slapping at each other and ripping at each other's hair.

A number of years pent up hatred were being expelled in this clash and soon vicious clouting slaps were cracking off faces as each tried to dominate the other and then ripping at each other's clothing in an attempt to topple the other over. It was Jill that changed tactics first clenching her right fist she landed a punch in the other woman's face catching her on the cheek and spinning her into a pile of cereal boxes scattering them across the floor. Anjou scrambled to her feet kicking herself free from her torn skirt and shrugging off her shredded shirt leaving her in just bra, briefs and boots a lacy white set received as a gift when she was leaving university.

Jill scrambled to her feet kicking a box of cereal across the floor her own shredded blouse dropping to the floor revealing an equally lacy bra in red in fact from the same lingerie company, her skirt had parted up one seam and was flapping against her legs and she tugged it off dropping it to the floor showing her briefs to be the same pattern but in the red. “Cheap copy no doubt!” hissed Jill as she started to move towards a woman she clearly despised, “A present actually from a true gentlemen something you are never likely to receive!” snapped back Anjou advancing herself this blonde tart was going to get a thrashing for her rude and bitter attacks.

“Wrong bitch Steve gave them to me after he dumped you and they suit me so much more so sexy rather than that angel white crap that's hanging off your scrawny arse!” sneered Jill a response that stunned Anjou. Anjou was completely shocked he had finished seeing her to date this tramp, she stood flat footed mouth dropping open until Jill hit her with an open palm, crack, right across the face. The slap echoed round the shop like gun fire and rocked the Indian woman sideways until Jill grabbed her long black hair and tugged her back into another cracking slap across the other cheek before she jabbed her finger straight into the woman's navel.

Anjou folded forward into a rapidly lifted knee that met her full in the chest crushing her breasts painfully and shot her upright allowing Jill to follow up with another punch to the face. Anjou was knocked back and retreated from the aggressive bullying blonde feeling a wetness on her face meant the bitch had made her nose bleed and obviously intended to hurt her as much as possible. She was not prepared to let that happen and she suddenly stepped forward to crack her own palm about the blonde's face and then taking another step she rammed her knee with precision right between Jill's thighs. Anjou was delighted at the effect as her knee bone sank into the other woman where it mattered and clearly hurt her as her knees buckled and she fell forward against the shopkeeper.

The Indian woman grabbed her rival by the hair and pulled her head back before grabbing her left breast and crushing the soft flesh. Jill was sagging forward gasping for breath the bitch had hit her right in the sex and she felt nauseas now the cow was milking her tit like some demented toy she needed to escape and regroup, her plan was hardly scientific she grabbed the woman round the waist and shoved her like in a rugby tackle.

Anjou was driven back against the counter and groaned as the base of her spine hit the shelf and she folded back over it knocking newspapers to the floor as Jill loomed over her and viciously backhanded her across the throat leaving her lying almost on top of the counter.

The blonde on a roll delivered a punch to the other woman's knickers not once but twice before grabbing her by the front of her bra and pulling her into a sitting position. “Now bitch what about those fags you owe me?” but Anjou was not finished and she suddenly clapped her hands together either side of the woman's head and she lunged forward from the counter to crash into and onto the blonde as the pair tumbled to the floor. The white bra was ripped open as Jill fell backwards and Anjou breasts fell free only for the Indian to land on top of her crushing the soft flesh into the blonde's face.

Jill did the first thing that came to her mind and bit the right one causing Anjou to rear back and examine the flesh for injury, but only for a second as Jill tried to scramble away the Indian hit her about the head a couple of times. Anjou pushed herself up checked that her breast was not scarred before grabbing the blonde's boobs and giving them a violent twist and squeeze. “I'm going to rip these off bitch!” she snarled before ripping the bra off to get at the flesh directly.

Jill was kicking and slapping at her rival and eventually unseated the woman and they tumbled apart before slowly struggling back to their feet now left in just their knickers and boots each was covered in dirt and sweat their hair ruffled and mangled they looked a state. This was however a fight to the finish neither was going to compromise until she had obliterated the other and so with snarls of hatred they lashed at each other again, exchanging slaps before both grabbing the other by the hair and tugging wildly. Anjou tried to toss Jill into the freezer while the blonde tried to shove her rival back into the counter.

Each released one hand from the other's hair and started slapping and grabbing at the other's bare breasts before they suddenly slammed together chest to chest, boobs mashing together Jill's larger cup seemingly overwhelming the Indian woman's assets. Jill grinned at her rival and sneered, “My tits have taken yours bitch bit like my cunt takes your ex's cock!” Anjou's eyes flashed the blonde bitch had insulted her religion, her race and now her body and she had had enough she released her holds of Jill's left tit and hair and grabbed her shoulders before pumping her right knee with all the hatred she could muster between the woman's legs.

For a moment everything stopped as Anjou 's knee mashed Jill's cunt crushing the woman's pleasure centre literally caving in her sex life, the blonde went ashen and her knees started to buckle a feeling of nausea sweeping through her body. “Not today it doesn't bitch,” snarled Anjou repeating the dose only this time the knee thumped into the blonde lifting her off her feet sending her crashing to the carpet clutching herself and moaning softly.

Anjou stood over the whimpering woman for a moment before reaching down to drag her to her knees by a tearing grip of her hair, “You want some more?” on getting no response she bounced the blonde's head off the fridge before tugging her back to her knees by the hair hold, “Well?” Jill was trying to regain some control but she was feeling sick and her vision was blurred when the woman planted a knee full in her face sending her peacefully to oblivion. The blonde was left folded over her own legs amongst the wreckage of their clothing and items knocked from the shelving out cold Anjou had won their little spat. She surveyed the damage and spotted her other shop coat hanging behind the till she grabbed it and covered herself up before hooking the shelves back together.

She collected her clothes and tossed them onto the stairs before dumping the blonde's belongings in the large chest fridge then she heaved the woman on to the bottom shelf from the stack that had collapsed before turning to reopen the shop. She was busy collecting the papers from the floor when the door opened and in walked Steve, he obviously did not recognise her immediately, “Have you seen a blonde woman recently we seem to have missed each other?” “Tarty looking thing mini dress?” replied Anjou with a self-satisfied smile. “Yes sort of, hey don't I know you good grief Anjou wow, yes Jill is a bit tarty not as classy as you have you seen her?” “As it happens yes we're having a run on bimbo's bottom shelf next to the dog food!” he followed her gaze to where the blonde was indeed on the shelf. “Perhaps we should leave her there and you can tell me all about it?” he said moving to shut the shop again.

They embraced and she explained the activity of the afternoon before the blonde stirred and she then took great delight in heaving the bimbo into the street with just her torn skirt and jacket for comfort before closing up for good for the day to renew old acquaintances and celebrate a rather interesting afternoon of shelf stacking.

THE END