Attitude Adjustment

By Blizzard

I have a motto - If you feel good about yourself, you will succeed. I have found this to hold true throughout my life. Self-esteem is a powerful entity, and everyone has the opportunity to improve and maintain it. My name is Brooke. I am a 29 year old professional woman, have long dark brown hair, and measure 36-23-34 on my 5’4” 123 lb. frame. I don’t mean to boast, I just take care of my body and am proud of it. My husband Peter works for a utility company as an engineer, and I know he appreciates the effort I put into my body.

One of my husband’s co-worker’s, Nick, was frequently complaining to him about his wife Lorie and her lack of concern over her appearance. Peter and Nick have been friends now for about five years, and on occasion the four of us would get together for an evening, be it going out to dinner or a show, or just having a small get-together at each other’s houses. Peter had mentioned to me Nick’s lament about his wife’s appearance and clothing. I had to admit, Nick had a valid point. One could tell that Lorie had the potential to be an attractive woman, but she never wore make-up, her hair was a mess, and her wardrobe was hideous. I believe it all stemmed from her self-esteem, or lack thereof. The woman has a terrible attitude, and it is reflected in her outward appearance.

I should mention that Nick and Lorie are older than Peter and myself. Nick is 42, Lorie 41. She has shoulder length auburn hair, about 5’6” or so, probably 15 - 20 lbs. heavier than me. She has small breasts, probably 34A, but as I said, with the right makeover she could be an attractive woman. She has always remained somewhat distant with me, and I assume jealousy has alot to do with that. One thing became obvious soon after we started going out with Nick and Lorie - Lorie had the hots for my husband. I mentioned this to Peter once, and he brushed it off, calling it ridiculous. I think he saw the pretty woman Lorie was beneath her frumpiness, and held a certain degree of attraction for her as well. I was fine with that, besides, I found Nick to be quite the hunk myself. We all play our little games, don’t we?! Little did Peter and Nick realize that one night they would get to see a new and improved Lorie revealed, thanks to me of course.

It all came to fruition one night at Nick and Lorie’s house. We had been invited over (Nick’s idea I’m sure), and we engaged in small talk, a few games of cribbage, and a few drinks. I was dressed in a red minidress and heels, no stockings. It was a casual affair of course, but I had applied my usual make-up. I could tell that Nick was impressed when Peter and I walked in, and taking one look at Lorie, I understood why. She was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt! No make-up, and her hair hadn’t been brushed since that morning by the looks of it. This woman was in dire straits; she needed help!

Anyway, as we all sat around the kitchen table after the last game of cribbage, Nick got the ball rolling by complimenting me on my appearance. “That’s a very cute dress, Brooke. Would you wear something like that if I got it for you, Lorie?” I smiled and thanked him, catching Lorie’s dagger stare out of the corner of my eye. “That’s not my style, Nick, you know that.” she muttered. “You don’t have a style, Lorie.” he responded disgustedly. I felt it was an opportune time to reiterate my views on attitude and appearance. “That’s O.K., Nick, it’s all a matter of attitude. If you feel comfortable with your body and are confident, your attitude and appearance will convey that.” I was just trying to make a point, maybe drop a subtle hint to Lorie, but her flushed skin tone told me she had been insulted. She looked icily in my direction and said “That’s a crock, Brooke. Don’t try to change me with your fairy tale bullshit.”

At that point, Peter broke in, trying to calm her. “Relax, Lorie. I think you’re very attractive, and their point is with a change of style and clothing, you could be a knockout. No offense, Nick.” he said, glancing at him. “Well said.” replied Nick, looking at his wife. She was pissed, there was no disputing that. She didn’t even realize she had just been complimented. “Why don’t we just try doing a little makeover on you, Lorie.” I said brightly. “I have a few things in my handbag, and I’m sure you have some sexy outfits. It’ll be fun!” “I don’t need a makeover!” she snarled. I sighed, wishing I could get through to her. “You’d be a new woman, Lorie. We all need to change our look from time to time. Many times it can make such a difference in your life. Your self-esteem, your personal life, especially your sex life.” I said, brushing my husband’s arm. “It will get you motivated to start working out and get into shape.” I think I pushed her buttons a little too hard with that last comment. She gave me a look of pure hatred. “What the hell are you implying, honey?! I’m in as good a shape as you!” If Nick wanted to soothe his riled wife, he definitely didn’t with his next comment. “Don’t be ridiculous, Lorie. Look at her, she’s in a completely different class. We are just trying to help.” Her face reddened further, resembling the tousled hair on her head.

“You bastard!” she hissed. I needed to step in, although her comment about being in as good a shape as me kind of revved me up. “Let’s forget this conversation, it’s all a matter of attitude and only Lorie can change that.” It was obvious that she was past the point of dropping it. She stared at me with malevolence and said “You have some nerve, bitch. Come to my house and insult me like that. Someone ought to take you down a few notches.” There was a brief moment of tense silence as she and I locked stares. You know, I had only tried to help, but now she was pissing me off. Nick cleared his throat and said carefully “Maybe you two ought to go into the livingroom and relieve your frustrations.” I need to tell you that I was fully aware of our husband’s penchant for catfights. Peter had told me of his early in our relationship, and I had no problem with that. We all have our fetishes, it’s a shame that most of the time we have to keep them unrevealed. One night Peter told me that Nick had mentioned to him how hot it would be if Lorie and I would have a friendly wrestling match, but he knew Lorie would never go for it. I have a background in self-defense, and I told my husband it probably wouldn’t be fair since I was trained in subduing an attacker in a variety of ways.

Regardless, I was starting to reconsider my decision. Lorie had frustrated me with her close-mindedness, and offended me with the “I’m in as good a shape as you” comment. I began to think that if she didn’t want to agree to the makeover, maybe I ought to kick her stubborn ass and give her one anyway. Peter fueled the fire by adding “That’s probably not a good idea, Nick. Lorie is no match for Brooke.” I could tell by the way they were looking at one another that they were both excited about the possibilities that evening. I was waiting for the table to start to rise, I knew they were both aroused. Now keep in mind I was well aware that Lorie had a thing for my husband. I had a felling she’d like nothing more than to humiliate me in front of him, and prove us all wrong. I was right.

“That’s it, come on you cocky little bitch, let’s go!” she snarled, sliding her chair away from the table and storming into the livingroom. Nick and Peter smiled eagerly and I followed them into the livingroom. They quickly moved the coffee table out of the way as Lorie stood in front of the couch, fuming. She glared at me and pointed a finger in my direction. “I’m going to embarrass you, Brooke baby. And your husband is going to watch me do it!” Redheads - it’s no joke when they say their temper matches their hair color. I don’t care how meek or shy a woman may seem - if she has red hair, she’s wild. I love them. It’s probably time for a confession. I dig chicks as much as I do guys, perhaps even more. My husband is aware of this and is comfortable with it. What husband wouldn’t be?! There are 3 things that get me hot - a man’s cock in my ass, physically dominating a smart-assed bitch, and having a woman’s face buried in my crotch. Sufficed to say, the anticipation of Lorie and me fighting was making my panties damp. It was almost humorous to think that she was oblivious to the sexual gratification that me and the guys were about to experience. Nick and Peter wanted a catfight, and I wanted to kick the bitch’s ass and play with her afterward. If she’d only known, maybe she would have controlled her temper. I doubt it - it was the red hair talking.

“O.K. girls.” said Nick, unable to keep his voice from cracking. “Just don’t kill each other or destroy the house. But do vent your frustrations! Lorie, are you sure you want to do this?” She threw him a nasty look and answered “Get out of the way, I’m going to hurt this bitch!” I don’t think she even noticed the boner that was straining against his jeans. But I did, and I slowly slipped out of my heels and minidress, and seductively walked over to the guys on the couch to hand them my clothing. “What the fuck are you doing, you slut?!” screamed Lorie. “Is this a friggin’ strip show or what?!” I coyly walked away from Peter and Nick, putting a little extra wiggle in my walk so they could get a good look at my ass in my sheer mint green thong. I felt their lustful eyes burning a hole into my ass. God, was I having fun, and getting hot! I finished my teasing walk and turned to look at the flushed redhead. “As I said, sweetie, if you had confidence and a good attitude, you’d strip down to your panties too. This simply proves my point.” I knew that would send her over the edge. My clit was throbbing. “It proves you’re a slut!” she hissed. “You didn’t have to worry about stripping for Nick, I was going to strip your beaten ass after I kicked it around this room anyway!” I was going to enjoy this. She kept her clothes on, even her dirty little white ankle socks. Knowing her as I did, I figured the bra and panties under her ratty clothing were probably not worth revealing anyway.

I must reveal that at first I took the miserable bitch too lightly. I was more fixated on riding her face than beating her down so I could get my wish, and she got the jump on me. We stepped towards each other and she suddenly exploded, getting a good handful of my hair and as I squealed out in surprise, she started yanking me around in circles. I panicked for a moment, caught off guard, and the next thing I felt was her hand between my bra cups as she flung me to the floor, breaking the front closure on my lace bra. When I looked up at her, she was holding my ruined bra in her hand and laughing. My husband was cheering her on, and I just kinda blanked out momentarily from all the self defense tactics I had learned. I sat up and tried to scramble to my feet, but Lorie closed in on me and cracked her knee into my skull. I was flattened on the carpet, momentarily dazed, and thinking I had underestimated the redhead. Lucky for me, she foolishly paused and taunted her husband, saying “She’s in a different class all right, Nick. The Loser Class!” she laughed. It was all the time I needed to recover. The brassy bitch walked over and straddled my hips, and began to lower herself toward my torso, attempting to pin me. As she came down, my hands shot up, one clawing her crotch and the other around her throat. The look on her face was priceless.

I pulled my knees to my chest and planted my feet in her belly, forcing a groan from her. Rolling back, I sent the cocky bitch sailing over my head, where she then crashed to the carpet on her back. She lay there groaning as my husband yelled encouragement. “C’mon Lorie, get up!” he urged as she rolled onto her belly and brought her knees up under herself. “Teach her a lesson, Brooke.” cheered Nick as I grabbed a handful of her auburn bangs. The fact that my husband was cheering on Lorie and her husband was supporting me didn’t surprise me in the least. I believe that more often than not, a man gets off on seeing his lover dominated in a fight with another woman. As long as their partner isn’t being really hurt, I think they enjoy seeing another woman best her. I imagine all the pent up frustrations Nick held for his wife had a little to do with him wanting to see me kick her ass. I was more than happy to oblige him, besides, it was making me hot too!

It also humored me that Lorie was just dying to beat me up in front of my husband, and instead she was the one who would be humiliated.

I yanked the redhead to her feet. She whined in frustration as she threw several looping punches at me, which I easily deflected. I snapped a chop into her diaphragm, forcing a agonized groan from her as she lurched forward, clutching her abdomen. The blow had knocked the wind from her, and she looked up at me with this panicked expression, her mouth ajar and vainly trying to suck in some air. “Ohhh!” exclaimed Peter as I grasped the front collar of her t-shirt and slammed her head to one side with an open-hand slap. “C’mon Lorie!” he encouraged, concern in his tone as I backhanded her across the jaw. Her green eyes were glazed over and distant as I clamped an iron claw hold over her face. I pressed against her nose with the heel of my hand as my fingers squeezed her temples. I felt her hot breath on my hand as she gasped. A low, pathetic moan escaped her lips as I milked her temples with rhythmic squeezing, constricting her blood flow. Her hands weakly clawed at mine, unable to break the hold. “C’mon Lorie, fight it!” urged Peter. “Don’t let her put you out!” I had the bitch under control now, and the excitement of what I was going to do to her rushed over me. I know my big nipples were rock hard when I turned Lorie so her back was to the men and I faced them, still administering the hold. Nick’s stare was locked onto my breasts, and it made me tingle with excitement. It looked like his hard-on was ready to split his jeans. The crotch of my thong was soaked.

Lorie’s legs quivered uncontrollably and then her knees buckled, and I allowed her to sink to her knees. She moaned softly as her hands slipped from my wrist and fell to her hips, hanging limp. She was on the verge of passing out, so I eased the pressure a bit. “You see, sweetie, if your attitude wasn’t so shitty, you’d perform better.” I cooed in her ear. She uttered another nearly inaudible moan and I used my free hand to tug on the waist string of her sweatpants, opening the butterfly knot. “I think she’s had it.” said my husband. I looked at him with a smug grin as I ran my hand around the inside of the waist of her sweats, loosening them. They slipped off her full hips and slumped to the carpet around her knees. I drew her head close to my chest, still applying the claw, and peered over her shoulder at her panties. “My God, girl, you need a makeover from the ground up!” I said with disgust. The white cotton hi-cut panties she was wearing had probably been purchased 10 years previous. They were so old and tattered that the material had separated from the back waistband elastic, the creamy skin of her ass visible through the hole! I forced her face into my cleavage as she whimpered and reached down with both hands and tore the fabric of the panties away from the waistband. It completely separated from the elastic and drooped down, revealing her lily white ass below the waistband still around her hips. “We need to get started you little slob, this may take a while.” I said as I held the back of her head with one hand and squashed her face between my breasts. The semi-conscious woman could only whimper into my chest as I began to smother her out. I teasingly caressed and patted her bare fanny and I felt my clit start to throb once again. “Naptime, sweetie.” I said. “When you wake up, you’ll be a new woman.” Her hands feebly grabbed at my hips momentarily, and then went limp, dangling at her hips as her body relaxed and she slipped into unconsciousness. I slowly lowered her onto her back and spread out her legs, removing her sweatpants and destroyed cotton panties. Looking up at the excited men, I said “You were right, Peter. She is a knockout!”

I finished stripping the beaten redhead, leaving her snoozing on the carpet with only her little white ankle socks on. I was somewhat surprised to notice that she kept her red pubic patch very neatly trimmed. Maybe there was hope after all. I know both men were ready to explode. They each looked like a 13 year old boy the first time he looked at the women’s lingerie section of the Sears catalog. “Does your wife have any sexy panties?!” I asked Nick. “Yes.” he responded breathlessly. “ I’ve bought her a few pair, but she rarely wears them.” I retrieved my handbag and laid it on the carpet beside Lorie. “Go get your favorite pair, hon, because she’s going to wear them tonight!” I said. As Nick bolted for the bedroom, I walked over to my husband who had slipped his hand into his pants as soon as Nick was out of view. I knelt in front of him and smiled at him as I pulled his hand out of his pants. I slipped my hand inside his pants and gripped him around the top of his hard as steel shaft. “You just wait a little longer, baby, and I’ll take care of this for you.” I said. I slowly rubbed my thumb back and forth across the slick head of his cock, causing him to quiver and moan. “I don’t know if I can wait that long!” he moaned. I gave his cock a little squeeze as I kissed him and said “You’re going to have to.”

As I knelt beside Lorie , pulling blush, lipstick, mascara, eyeliner, and a brush from my handbag, I heard a deep moan coming from the bedroom. I smiled knowingly as Nick took a quick detour to the bathroom where the water in the sink ran for a moment. He soon appeared beside me, holding a sheer tiger print string bikini in his hand. I finished up applying lipstick to his wife’s lips, and looked up at him. “You took a while getting those panties, are you O.K.?” I asked grinning. “Oh yeah, I’m fine.” he responded, red-faced. I pulled his wife into a seated position and began to brush out her tangled hair. The make-up had been applied, and she was looking like a completely different person than the one she was 15 minutes ago. Her hair brushed out nicely, and I must admit she had been nearly instantly transformed into a fox. “How does she look?!” I asked Nick. He stared at his wife’s face and shook his head. “She hasn’t looked that pretty in years!” I laid my little doll on her back and took the panties from Nick’s hand. “Oooh, she’ll be a pretty little kitty!” I exclaimed as I slipped the sheer panties onto Lorie. My pussy was like a dog looking for a bone. It had to mount that redhead’s face, and now! Peter later told me he knew I’d ride my victim, but what I did next came as a shock - a pleasant one, I believe - to Nick.

Lorie was lying parallel with the couch, perfect for what I had planned. I turned her face to the side so it faced the men on the couch, and I straddled her head and gradually lowered my crotch-soaked thong so it gently rested on her cheek. As I sexily gazed up at the guys, they were both breathing heavily and staring at my pussy pinning the unconscious redhead. “So who’s the toughest here, boys?!” I asked innocently. Nick looked me square in the eye and responded “There’s no question, Brooke.” Peter caught my eye and just smiled proudly. Deep down he wanted to see Lorie beat me, but he knew it wasn’t to be. The spectacle before him was one hot scene, and he was obviously pleased. “I am so horny!” I sighed, switching to a reverse face straddle position with my knees straddling Lorie’s chest and my ass inches above her head. “You can fix that, creampuff.” I said as I reached back and turned her face upward, in position for my smother. I slid my dripping thong to the side to expose my labia. I next reached down and hooked her legs under her knees, and draped them in the crook of my arms. I sat back on her face gingerly, with just enough pressure so I could feel her nose between my swollen, wet pussy lips. As I held her legs up so her ass was lifted up off the carpet, I moaned sharply as I began to slowly rub my pussy across her face. My slit was on fire as I began to feel that familiar, pre-climax electricity racing through my body.

The redhead began to moan, softly at first, and then with escalating distress as she became aware of the position she was in. Her muffled protests made my lips vibrate, adding to my bliss. “Don’t fight it, sweetie, you’re mine now.” I said huskily, my respiration’s coming fast. I used the fingers on my right hand to slide her panties to one side. With the position I held her in, her crotch was within easy reach of my hands. I gently massage the folds of her pussy, and she loudly protested from beneath my ass. “Mmmmff! Nmmmmmmo!” I continued my rhythmic rubbing on her face, taking a nice, slow ride, feeling my orgasm building , as every so often I brushed my swollen clit against her nose. I glanced over at the guys and smiled devilishly. They both had their hand down the front of their pants. Lorie’s body began to relax as she either realized she was defenseless, or else she was starting to enjoy the sensations I was giving her. I eased my index finger into her now wet pussy, and began to gently finger her. “Nice kitty.” I moaned, gyrating my hips on her face. “Are you going to purr for me?” I probed the inside of her hole, finding that magical bundle of nerves along the front wall of it and received a long moan and tensing of her hips. I was near lift-off, and my hips involuntarily quickened the pace, the room beginning to go pure white. Lorie’s moaning came faster and faster as I fingered her and rubbed myself on her face. My body quivered uncontrollably as I pierced into the white light, and we came simultaneously. I let her legs flop to the floor where they lay spread and lifeless as I collapsed forward, catching myself with my hands on the carpet. We both inhaled and exhaled rapidly as we reveled in the calm that follows the storm.

Moments later, once I reached the point where I could stand, I got off her and looked down at the spent redhead. She continued to breathe heavily, her eyes closed and her face covered with my juices. I sighed heavily and reached down, grasping her by the arm. “C’mon baby, get up and come sit in the chair.” I said. She struggled to her feet, moaning, and as I held her hand, stumbled over to the recliner and collapsed into it. I sat on the arm of the chair beside her and looked over at the guys, who were just dying for release, but had contained themselves to this point. “And now for the grand finale.” I announced. I slid my hands down beside Lorie’s ears, placing my thumbs on her carotid. She faced the men, with a confused look overtaking her face. “Say goodnight, bitch.” I hissed and applied pressure to both thumbs, pinching off the artery. She gasped in frustration, her feet pawing at the carpet. I had learned how to apply the hold, and it took effect quickly, as her feet swept the carpet and then lay still. Her pretty mouth was ajar as it released a final moan, and then she was limp, eyes closed and mouth wide open. I caressed her cheeks and said “Bedtime, Lorie.” Standing before her, I crouched down and lifted the unconscious woman forward, draping her over my shoulder. Straightening up with the limp redhead over my shoulder, I turned to face Peter and Nick. I gently patted Lorie’s ass and said “To the bedroom, boys.”

They followed me down the hall and into the bedroom, where I flopped my cargo onto the bed, face up. “Sleepy kitty.” I joked and turned to Nick. “I think the makeover was a huge success, don’t you?!” He was staring at his destroyed wife, his cock probably ready to explode. “Yes, I believe it was, Brooke. Thank you!” I dressed in the livingroom and my husband and I said goodnight to Nick. “Hope this helped, Nick.” I said as I went out the door. “Maybe your wife will wake up with a new attitude.” When I got into the car, Peter already had his cock out. I doubt Nick noticed that our car didn’t leave his driveway for another 20 minutes. I’m sure he was preoccupied.

The End