Chapter Two :The After Nooner by Mr. Cage – comments at mrcagefight@yahoo.com

(This story is a sequel to “The New Nooner.”)

Teresa Longley gasped as the spike haired sandwich bitch’s tongue plunged into her ass in conjunction with four fingers deep in her cunt and a thumb rough on her clit. She was still wearing her business suit and high heels. Her jacket was unbuttoned as was her blouse and her 34D breasts and their fat pink nipples were wet with spit and red from the furious sucking the sandwich girl had given them. Her left heel was hooked over the stair rail and her right foot was propped in the corner. Getting speed fucked in the stairwell by this punk bitch was just what she needed.

Lucky no one smoked in the stairwell any more and the building was insulated so that even the loudest noise sounded like a distant rumble of thunder. The thirty year old corporate lawyer didn’t even know the twenty something year old sandwich girl’s name and couldn’t care less. The twenty-something was probably some failed actress or want to be singer making minimum wage, just the kind of bitch the Park Avenue living modern professional woman Teresa loved to have nose deep in her waxed pussy. Her current investor boyfriend had got his ass handed to him in a warehouse fight and his broken ribs and cracked knuckles had put him out of business. Besides, what did she want with a fucking pussy who couldn’t win a fight!

Her ear piece buzzed. She took a call about problems on the financial feasibility certificate of the workout bankruptcy she had been buried in for two weeks. The only thing that kept her from falling asleep listening to the conference call was a finger tip hard on her g-spot and the tongue stiff in her asshole. She squirted covering the sandwich bitch in female cum. The girl sputtered and started to curse. Teresa muted the call, put her heel between the girl’s fat breasts and pushed her against the stairwell.

“Shut up bitch!”

The girl’s face turned bright red, she was mad as hell, but she stayed on her knees the spike heel digging into her chest and the sole of Teresa’s pointed shoe on her sweaty pulsing neck. Teresa sneered down at her. The bitch had the temerity to mouth “Cunt” up at her better. Teresa thought the dirty slut should be grateful to have had a manicured finger up her hairy little cunt. A thrill ran up Teresa’s spine. Perhaps the little street slut might want to try to teach her a lesson. She had not fought since the last month of summer when that brown bitch was saved by the cops.

The twice monthly ladies club meetings spaced among the ten male parties made it tough to get a fight. She hadn’t had a ticket so she had to go through the challenge process and she had no joy. With the sudden cold snap it was tough to get an indoor gathering place for the men’s or the women’s club meetings. It might take awhile for her to get a violence fix. She looked down at the bleached white-tipped spikes on the black hair punk bitch and guessed the dyke slut was a granola eating greenie ready to spout off about global warming and raise Teresa’s taxes. She twisted the heel just a little to make sure the bitch knew who was boss. Teresa needed to hurt a bitch and this low class slit licking street dyke would do just fine!

The call ended. Teresa smiled and took her heel off the girl; a deep red bruise was left on the pale white tit. The girl dropped her chin down on her chest and cursed. Teresa was fixing her clothes and laughed. The girl stood up glaring, “You really are a cunt, aren’t you!”

Teresa smiled, “You should know you’ve had your tongue in my ass long enough. The question is tramp: what are you going to do about it!”

“Are you kidding me? You want to fight me bitch?”

Eye to eye, they were the same height. Sandwich bitch was twenty pounds heavier and looked like she could fight. Her black slacks were still around her ankles and scuffed up boots. Her winter jacket was back on her cart by the women’s room. Her white blouse was in the corner with her sweat stained bra. Teresa had given her a good fuck.

“Can you be here after five?” Teresa asked.

The sandwich bitch snorted, “I thought so. Fuck you rich cunt. I’m not making an appointment to kick your ass. I’d do it right now, but I’d get arrested.”

Teresa licked her smeared lip stick. Her cunt had been thoroughly fucked, but her clit was throbbing again. She wanted to put her fists in this bitch’s tits. She checked her watch. Damn it was three and disappearing would be a problem. She was known for her time-management. She needed to hit something. Of course this bitch probably didn’t know about the rules of the fight club.

Teresa said, “Have you ever heard of the Noon Ladies Club rules?” She repeated from memory, “No blows to the head or neck, no bone breaking, no eye gouging, no face scratching or biting above the shoulders. Two five minute rounds followed by a third no limit round if required. Tap out or KO rules.”

The sandwich bitch with her dark roots and white spikes snarled, “Rules in a fight! I don’t think so cunt! I’ve got to get back to work Barbie girl.”

Worried that she might have some facial bruises to explain, Teresa hesitated. Teresa knew she shouldn’t, but she had an itch that had to be scratched, scratched hard and dirty. She thought for a moment, called her secretary and made the appropriate excuses, got a key to the basement “Secure Records” room and told the lesbian bitch to take the elevator down to the third basement level and wait.

Fifteen minutes later they were alone in a huge seventy-two degree regulated room. Rows of floor to ceiling moveable filing racks filled the floor space. The only open area was framed by four long tables and a number of uncomfortable chairs. A row of shredding machines lined a wall. Corporate clients often threw a shredding party as soon as they got wind of an SEC or Congressional investigation. Down there, the only sounds were the low humming of the immense building above them. No one was to be down there until the morning when filing and retrieving files were done. No dead of night shredding was planned for tonight. The room was as private as she was likely to find in a crowded building.

Teresa took of her jacket and blouse while the sandwich bitch looked around, obviously not believing what was about to happen. Teresa undid her tight skirt and wiggled it over her slim waist and let it drop around her long ankles. The spiked hair lesbian sucked in a breath. Teresa’s model face was framed with short stylish blonde hair. Her fine nose, blue eyes, lush lips and high cheek bones served her well in business. Her slender 5’8’’ 127 pound hard body frame was drawing the dyke’s eye to her lower hard belly. The smooth perfectly formed cunt lips had aroused the bitch. She never wore panties since masturbating in the office was her favorite pastime.

Teresa snapped, “If we’re going to fight its going to be naked bitch so strip down.”

The spike-haired girl shook her head, “You are a crazy whore. I’m going to stomp your ass and then fist your pussy until your eyes pop out.”

The dyke stripped looking directly into Teresa’s yes. Her big fat boobs were natural 40DDs and sagged against the pale white belly. She wasn’t fat, but she wasn’t hard. Her lower belly was rounded and the lower triangle was thick with kinky black hair hiding a large clit and fat hanging cunt lips. Her ass was big and it would droop soon, but at her young age she was still baby fat firm. Her thighs were thick and strong. If she could fight Teresa might have a problem. Teresa felt her pink nipples thicken and go puffy. The dyke’s nipples were dark brown, thick and pointed. Her lips were thin and her face was square and blocky. Her eyes were dark brown.

They both stepped out of their shoes and took off their jewelry by mutual consent. The bitch wisely took out a nipple stud that Teresa had intended to rip out. The belly button ring took a bit of time. The bitch had seven ugly tattoos and a scar on her belly. The whore had been c-sectioned! Teresa felt a rush. She loved the idea of sending a mother home with bruises to explain to her kids. Teresa was so ready to fight. They were breathing heavily and glaring at each other. There was a long moment of anxious staring.

The girl asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Nothing I like better than beating up ugly dykes and making them my slit slaves!” Teresa snarled as she spit in the girl’s face.

“Cunt!” the girl snarled and grabbed the side of her face like the spittle drawling down its side was acid.

Teresa slammed her right fist hard into the girl’s left breast targeting the nipple. The girl cried out and staggered back into a shelve moaning. Teresa’s left went into the girl’s belly just below the navel. The girl groaned and lunged into the Teresa cursing between gasps.

Teresa groaned as her back hit the hard metal shelving and the filing system groaned in its tracks. The heavier bitch leaned into Teresa forcing Teresa’s chin back by pressing her head under Teresa’s chin. Teresa struggled to press the bitch back when the first of seven or eight hard fists hammered her exposed sides. Goddamn the bitch hit like a truck and her ribs were hurting. Grunting and groaning Teresa tried to push the heavier bitch back.

Finally, Teresa gave up pushing and raked her manicured claws down the bitch’s pale back. The slut screamed and arched her back cursing, “You fucking cunt, no clawing!”

As the sandwich girl made her legal argument, Teresa delivered a nasty knee to the furry black hole between the bitch’s legs. Then a quick left right to the tits knocked the bitch back into the far bank of shelves. Teresa saw those brown nipples dancing on the fat tits and grabbed them. Teresa got her index finger horizontal under the nip and aureole and her thumb in the tit meat above. Crushing down with her thumbs she captured the nose of both tit puppies and crushed them terribly. The girl screamed and grabbed at Teresa’s wrists. The bitch had obviously never been in a nipple war before. She had said no rules and no rules it was. Teresa’s ladies club experience with its emphasis on torturing out submission was a real advantage.

The spike-haired bitch screamed and begged, then the pain seemed to trip a switch and she stunned Teresa with a right fist to the mouth, then the nose, then the cheek and then the eye. Teresa wasn’t used to face punches and she was stunned. By the time the fifth punch was racing toward her red cheek she ducked and turned letting go of the nipples and trying to regain her senses. The fired up sandwich girl grabbed the back of Teresa’s styled hair and jerked her and threw her backwards. Stunned Teresa flew across the open space hitting a table with her ass.

The heavier girl with fire engine red tits stopped to examine her nipples. The swelling redness infuriated her and she started cursing and promising to stomp Teresa’s implants until they burst. She might have finished the fight except for the pause to examine her throbbing nipples. As the working girl stomped toward the lawyer she got a brutal surprise. Teresa, braced against the table, delivered a brutal snap kick into the heavier girl’s hairy crotch. The meaty slap jarred Teresa’s leg.

The sandwich girl cried out and clutched herself with both hands. Teresa came off the table and drove her right fist straight into the girl’s mouth. The crack of her knuckles against the lips was a new feeling. It thrilled her. A left landed on the spike-haired bitch’s nose. Now the heavier girl staggered back against the shelves. Teresa hammered the right into the girl’s lower belly and then went wild with rights and lefts to the head and tits.

The girl was stunned. She bent over and charged into the attacker. Teresa groaned as she was driven back into the table and then over the edge onto her back. The enraged dyke was half on top of her. Teresa grabbed the girl’s hair and ripped. The girl reached up and grabbed both of Teresa’s 34Ds and shoved them upward stretching the underside tight and sending waves of tit pain into Teresa’s brain. She clamped her thighs around the girl’s ribs, crossed her ankles and squeezed.

The tit mauling attacker cried out. She tried to rip of the fat tits, but she felt her ribs deforming. Panicked she clawed at Teresa’s rock hard thighs. Teresa sat up and smashed her right face back into the girl’s mouth. This time she was rewarded with a ruptured lip. The lawyer moaned in pleasure when hot blood spattered on her sweaty belly and swelling tits. The sandwich girl covered her face and started yelling, “No more!”

Sitting on the table with her legs clamped behind the dyke, Teresa ignored the girl and started slamming right uppercuts up into the girl’s down turned face while jerking the bitch’s hair with her left hand.

“Stop!” she screamed.

Thud went the fist.

A wailing moan was followed by, “Please no more!”

Crack!

A low groan and the girl collapsed crying. Teresa felt hot blood splatter on her tits. She jerked up the girl’s face by the hair and saw her nose was spurting blood. Both eyes were red with tears and swelling. The girl was sobbing and moaning, “No” over and over again.

Teresa opened her legs and the girl fell to the floor on her knees holding her nose. Teresa was on the edge of the table. She stomped kicked down driving her bare foot into the top of the girl’s heaving left breast driving her onto her back and giving her something else to hold onto and cry about. A stomp to the belly followed. Then a grinding heel to the right breast started more pleading.

Teresa dropped down on top of the pleading girl and trapped the bitch’s arms in a classic school girl mount. Then very slowly, while locking eyes, Teresa used to hands to choke the girl slowly. The dyke writhed desperately. Fear filled her tearful eyes and Teresa felt a series of sharp tingling orgasms. She choked the girl near unconsciousness, released the choke, then choked again, then released and again.

She hadn’t checked her watch and lost track of time. By the time she got tired of choking the bitch to the brink of unconsciousness she noted the girl’s throat was dark red and showing the beginnings of a nasty circular bruise. When she felt she could wring no more pleasure out of the other girl’s terror she sat on the girl’s sore chest and jabbed finger against her swollen nose. The girl’s swollen teary eyes looked up in terror.

Teresa declared, “You will now eat me from asshole to belly button, lick my feet, pleasure me any way I can think of it and if you’re good I’ll fuck you with my fist until your eyes roll back in your head. I own you bitch until I’m tired of you. Let this be a lesson, don’t fuck with your betters. Now eat me whore.”

She jammed the crying bitch’s bloody face into her hairless cunt and moaned as the blubbery punk licked and tongued in between sobs. Coming was not a problem. The first two orgasms were easy. Then she spun around and spread her ass cheeks. She loved cock, tongue, fingers, dildos and anything else properly shaped shoved up her ass after her first few cunt orgasms. The bitch had proven to be a good rim jobber earlier today. Now she worked even harder as Teresa abused her already bruised tits demanded deeper and deeper tonguing. When her massive squirting orgasm came Teresa was disappointed. She didn’t want to let the bitch off so easy.

So she got on top and went for a pussy grind forcing orgasm after orgasm out of the demoralized punk dyke. The girl’s eyes went from fear to acceptance of her slit slavery. Then like a whipped dog she began to show a sick kind of abused adoration. Teresa wanted to kill her with her fists for that, but what would she do with the body. She finished up by dragging the girl to the tiny bathroom in the corner and made her do toilet duty. Gagging on a mouthful of piss the girl only whimpered when Teresa used the wilted punk spike hair to wipe her slit. Then she pushed the girl’s bloody face and pissed hair into the toilet bowl and flushed using the girl’s hair to wipe out the bowl.

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The cleaning crew reported the dried stains of unknown origin on the carpet. There were some smears on the file boxes too. When someone suggested the homeless had gotten into the secure files and pissed on the floor there was an investigation. Security was embarrassed to report the security cameras on the elevators and lower floor hallways had malfunctioned and the disks were blank. The geek who monitored the cameras didn’t seem to mind the tongue lashing he got from his boss. He looked like a man who had been blown and fucked by a hot ass bitch who would normally never have given him a second look. And, he was.

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Teresa checked her make-up in her mirror. Her black eye was almost gone. Her lip was its normal size and the cut was healed with nothing more than rough spot to mark its passing. Soon she could lighten her make-up. She checked her watch. The new sandwich guy was pushing his cart toward her room. The story going around was the girl had been mugged and left the city. Teresa sighed and checked her private cell phone for a message. She had that feeling again. Would she have to pick another fight?

“Ladies Day Cancelled, No site available.”

“Fuck!” she moaned.

She checked a second message from the same source, “Special Challenge by Honey_Bunny for LawyerGrrl. Go to website. Login name LawyerGrrl; special password: Playmate.”

She went to the fight club website. Her video must have attracted a special challenge. She had heard of them, but never had one. She felt herself getting wet at the thought. The sign-in led to a link. She watched the video while fingering herself. It was going to be an exquisite Sunday Brunch. And oh my god, a centerfold was challenging her. She felt giddy. Goddamn how she was going to make that cow-teat bitch scream!

Comments appreciated. Shall I continue.