Personal Assistant to Her – By Beaker

Lynne Leyton v Jill Dorgan

The celebration after a victory was always a long night for Lynne Leyton while a defeat had equally long spells although for different reasons and last night had been one of those after the shock loss to Sherri Pinnear she had been devastated and had spent a long night being consoled before falling into a restful deep sleep. A long lie in and then a refreshing shower had lifted her spirits and she had decided to go for a light lunch at a favourite small Italian place she knew not far from home. She slipped on a silky blouse and jeans with her fur coat over the shoulders as she set off to start a day of decadent recovery. Lynne was determined to go forward and get her man back left unconscious on the canvas by the South African she had heard that she had left with her man. Insanely jealous of anyone who got close to him she was determined to fight for him and win him back, a trait she knew he loved and was probably the reason he had left that night knowing she would rip the woman apart at the first opportunity.

Entering the small restaurant she threw her coat over a seat and sat down the place was apparently empty as the owner a middle aged Italian woman wandered over and took her order for salmon and scrambled egg with coffee and orange juice. The woman disappeared into the kitchen area leaving Lynne with a magazine as the door to the ladies opened and in wandered another woman a redhead at 5’5” and a pleasant 34B-26-35 inch shape neatly weighing in at 120lbs, Jill Dorgan. The redhead had met the blonde before and had been on the wrong end of quite a thrashing in a bar over Beaker; Jill had been with him and was even now hopeful of getting a job in his company. She spotted the 5’4” blonde with the curvy 34C-25-32 inch figure at a trim 116lbs and stepped purposefully across the room a loose sweater and jeans with black ankle boots her attire as she stood next to the blonde at the table. “Hello slut face come out to play again heard you got stuffed by a foreigner last night lost your man again!” taunted the redhead hands on hips confidently standing over the blonde and leering down at the woman.

Lynne put the magazine down and looked up at the woman, “I seem to recall kicking your lardy arse last time we met so unless you want some more bitch get lost!” Suddenly the redhead cracked her rival hard across the face a slap of impressive power that sent the blonde sprawling from the table sending her chair flying across the floor. “Oh I definitely want some,” hissed the redhead aiming a kick at the woman catching her in the left breast to send the blonde rolling away across the carpet and Jill in hot pursuit. The redhead shoved the table away clearing a space so she could get at the blonde creating quite a disturbance as the cutlery and flower vase hit the floor. The manageress appeared in time to see the redhead grabbing the blonde’s hair and heaving her head back before slamming the woman off a chair that then flew across the room. The Italian put the plate down that she had been carrying and leant on the counter clearly watching and not interfering as the two women set about each other in the middle of her restaurant. Jill again heaved Lynne about by the hair and sent another chair sliding away with another solid forehead to frame connection leaving Lynne on her knees swaying slightly with the redhead behind her. Lynne suddenly slammed her head back catching her rival off guard with a blow below the belt that sent the redhead back a pace or two and allowed the blonde to get up from her knees to finally face the woman on equal terms up right and toe to toe.
Lynne stepped forward lifting her knee into the chest of the stooping forward Ms Dorgan rocking her upright before lashing a slap across her face that snapped her head around, “Sneak up on me bitch I beat the crap out of you before and I’ll do it again!” snarled Lynne lashing the other palm at the other cheek. Jill’s head snapped the other way before Lynne clenched her right fist and hooked a beauty of a punch to the woman’s guts below the ribs, Jill folded forward and Lynne grabbed her sweater and pulled it over her head before heaving the woman into the toppled table. The redhead crashed into the toppled table and fell over the top of the furniture while Lynne stalked after her reaching over the table to pull the woman up from the floor by the tangled jumper careful to slam her head off the table top to send her slumping back to the floor a green lacy bra now displayed with the jumper around her head.

Lynne grabbed a glass of orange juice took a healthy pull and as the redhead started to struggle to her feet she emptied the rest over the woman’s still covered head while Jill tore at her own jumper until she ripped the now sodden garment off. She threw the ruined jumper at the blonde as she clambered to her feet and threw herself at the woman; they collided and crashed to the floor tearing at each other’s hair while wildly slapping at each other. There was a tremendous tear and Lynne’s blouse was ripped off as they rolled over and over revealing her black silky bra which like Jill’s soon lost the battle to stay in place as the women brawled and they came to their feet topless and bedraggled. Not caring about the sight they had become they slammed together again Jill going for a grab at her rival while Lynne clenched her fists and stopped the redhead in her tracks with a solid smack to the stomach, “Soft in the belly are you bitch?” sneered Lynne as Jill folded forward losing her oxygen supply.

Grabbing the woman by the shoulders to keep hr steady Lynne lifted her knee powerfully into the free swinging breasts of the woman three tit trouncing times before she let the redhead drop to her knees in the middle of the room. A thigh across the face turned the woman around dropping her face first to the floor with the blonde dropping down astride her quickly pulling the woman into a back wrenching camel clutch one hand tearing at Jill’s hair the other snaking around to wrench twist and maul the woman’s left breast. Jill screeched and kicked the floor in frustration as she was again on the receiving end of the blonde brawlers fighting spirit. She started to buck and twist forcing Lynne to release the hold but again slam the woman’s head off the floor before dragging the redhead dup by the hair and slamming her into the nearest wall.

Jill slammed back first to the wall and hung for a moment until Lynne hit her again with another stunning body shot a brutal punch low to the belt line that deprived the redhead of air and saw her still backed to the plaster. Lynne hooked a forearm to the stooping woman’s throat knocking her upright before the blonde stepped into her rival with a vicious knee lift between the thighs thumping her hard right on the point of her sexual centre. Jill’s eyes opened wide in shock as her sex suffered and so Lynne hit her again the same knee the same place and the redhead slid miserably down the wall one hand covering her crotch as she slumped before the blonde brawler. Lynne let her slide so far before she thudded her knee into the woman again this time slamming her hard in the chest to thump her against the wall again and leaving the redhead gasping for breath. Jill was getting a bit of a pasting for the second time and knew she needed to fight back quickly or this was going to be another embarrassing defeat for the redhead at the hands, feet and knees of the blonde she hated with a passion.
Suddenly the redhead shoved forward launching herself at the blonde taking her in a rugby style tackle but driving her head into Lynne’s belly folding her over losing breath as she folded over Jill’s shoulder. The redhead stood lifting the blonde before stepping forward to dump the blonde onto and through a table with a tremendous crash that left Lyne lolling on the floor amongst the wreckage of the broken table. Jill demonstrated her own vicious streak with a brutal body stomp on to the blonde driving her boot down hard on Lynne’s stomach sitting the blonde up with a screech making it easier to drag her up by the hair into a knee lift to her own exposed breasts and a painful one at that relishing the sudden power she delivered another couple of lifts before letting the woman drop to her hands and knees before stepping back to kick the blonde hard in the stomach throwing her across the floor to her back. Noticing the woman watching Jill sneered, “Having fun watching old woman?” “I see many women fight loser here is paying for damage and cleaning up,” snapped back the Italian woman straightening for a moment before Jill was distracted by a moan from the floor she called, “deal and it won’t be me!” before striding over to the blonde who had started to pull herself up.

“Where are you going bitch?” snarled the redhead kicking the woman in the small of the back to send Lynne sprawling with a wail; grabbing the blonde by the hair she half dragged her to the rear of the counter before introducing the woman to the delights of tiramasilu dunking her face first into the coffee flavoured cake. Pulling the blonde from the cake her face covered with the creamy mix Jill sent her sprawling again with a hefty clout across the face. Licking her fingers the redhead said sweetly, “Nice, want some more?” before grabbing the remains of the plate of after cake and stalking after the blonde who was on her back wiping cake from her face. Carefully stepping over the woman Jill bent forward to grab Lynne’s hair to pull her into another face full of cake when suddenly the blonde lashed her foot up catching the redhead full in the crotch the cake toppled from her hand to land on Lynne’s chest but that did not bother the blonde as she rose up picking the plate up in the process before smashing it over the bent double redhead’s head.

A knee lift to the face sent Jill sprawling as Lynne again wiping cake from her face followed her straddling the woman Lynne grabbed Jill’s hair and pulled her head up before wrapping her arms about the woman’s head and smothering her face into her own cake smeared beasts, “Enjoy the desert slut!” sneered Lynne as Jill’s arms started to wave frantically her face suffocated by the slick cake on her rival’s breasts. Feeling the woman start to weaken Lynne released her slightly but held her head up by the hair before smashing her full in the face with her clenched right fist sending the redhead flopping to the floor. Before getting slowly to her feet and delivering a toe pointed punt to the woman’s cunt, “That should ruin your night,” she hissed before repeating the dose leaving the redhead mewing softly on the floor beaten again by the fired up blonde. Lynne grabbed the ruined blouse and jumper to wipe herself off before getting her coat, “I understand loser pays?” a nod from the owner, “Well then she’s all yours! When she’s done here tell her I own her now she’s my personal assistant to do with as I please and if she gives you any bother I am sure you know what to do!” Again a nod this time with a slight smile from the Italian woman, she did indeed the redhead would certainly not get away lightly if she refused to cooperate. Lynne feeling totally aroused by the fight left the restaurant to call her man and organise some revenge on the South African and Bohemian that had ambushed her and friend Maggie over the last few weeks.

THE END