Luxana and the Glass Ceiling
By SuperCat
“Hey babe! I’m heading out to my one O’clock with Madson. I might be back before you leave, if not, you want to get some dinner tonight?”
“Oh! I would be loving that Roger! Just let me know and we will do! Best of luck on your meeting! You will be making us lots of pretty money, yes?”
“Thanks to your hard work, I’m gonna blow them out of the water.” He smiled. “You’re the best,I can never tell you enough, and we’re gonna have a celebration dinner because of it! Then we…”
“Make the love on pile of money? Oh yes!”
He laughed at their hard won private joke, then blew her a kiss and closed the door to her office.
Luxana caught it and turned back to her laptop to continue working on their next project, a nanoconductor prototype a stealthy but profitable company in San Jose was developing and Inferwebz Inc. had their eye on.
She smiled in the soft glow of the screen, backlit by wall to ceiling windows that gave her a gorgeous view north up Manhattan, and thought again of the trappings of fate and circumstance. Just a few months past her twenty fifth birthday and on top of the world, or near enough to it to suit her gladly. The former Vegas call girl had rose far and fast after Roger Conrad had decided to bring her back East as her personal Administrative Assistant.
After her tortuous battle with Monique high above Las Vegas they had been inseparable. He had stayed in town for nearly a month as she recovered from her injuries, her left arm had been in a sling for two weeks, but thankfully no permanent damage had occurred, though sometimes she could swear she could feel the “popping” again would bring her thoughts back to that brutal, life changing night. Roger had been there for her, maybe out of a sense of responsibility, maybe something more. In the end it didn’t matter, because as he had stayed by her side over those weeks the initial physical attraction had turned into something quite a bit more.
Roger had emerged from that night a changed man. The guilt he felt at arranging the catfight between Luxana and Monique had leveled him and made him much more self aware, teaching him that regardless of his money, he was just a man and as such sometimes his actions had consequences. Also, falling head over heels in love with the gorgeous Ukrainian brunette had allowed him to open his heart for the first time since his divorce. The years of world weary cynicism he had tried to project washed away like a sand castle at high tide. Her youthful energy, intelligence, and ironically goofy sense of humor had made Roger realize how dead and loveless his life had become. She had put it best with her usual perception: “Two empty people can come together to make a full one. Isn’t that beautiful?”
She never had another client after that night; Roger had negotiated a “buy out”, if you will, with her agency and had moved her back to live in New York with him three months later. He purchased a loft for her in the Village and had brought her on at Inferwebz soon after. In spite of the whispers and disapproving glances at her sudden appearance and obvious closeness with THE BOSS so soon after he had returned from one of his “trips”, Luxana had quickly brought everybody around to adore her, first with her natural offhand charm and then with her hard work and her innate aptitude for the business world. The first thing she worked on for Inferwebz, she found and exploited a loophole that allowed the company to make an additional 120 million dollars on a deal some of the brightest people in the company had already looked over. She never looked back. The determination, guts and cagey street smarts Roger had immediately noticed in Vegas, coupled with the offhand charm that put even the most cynical negotiators at ease, and the fact that she was a 5’10” former model with a face like an angel and a body like a devil, took people so off guard they had no idea she was coming for them until the deal was already signed in Inferwebz favor. One client called her in awe: “A fuckin genius pit bull in high heels!” In fact it was a great deal of her savvy and dedication that shepherded Inferwebz through the dire financial straits of the late aughts.
She had even gone so far in the past couple years to work close to her Business degree, taking classes at night and when she could online. Luxana didn’t want to just be eye candy, she had a drive to be legitimate and someday to work her way to the top…and not on her back. She would joke “For my final exam I make 75 million dollar deal. I ask professor: “So, do I pass?”
Roger didn’t even have to give her a stipend; she earned enough on her commissions that she was making several hundred thousand dollars a year in her own right.
He was quite justifiably proud of his Ukrainian angel and he saw great things in store for Inferwebz and the two of them.
In fact, he was probably going to try to put a ring on one of her beautiful fingers very soon.
They both would wonder sometimes how very different life would have been for the two of them if she had submitted her fight with Monique when everything in her wanted to quit to the blonde’s punishment. Was it fate, or just that the fickle pendulum of chance had swung in Luxana’s favor at the right time?
Luxana was wondering if she should step away from the spreadsheet for a few minutes, maybe go down to the restaurant on the first floor for iced tea and a salad. The figures were starting to run together as they will when you stare at a computer screen too long.
“I need fresh set of eyes for the rest of this, I think.”
She leaned back in her leather chair and closed her blue/grey eyes for a moment…
…and opened them as she heard her office door open.
“Oh, crap. This will not be good.” She thought.
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“Good afternoon.” The woman purred.
Luxana hadn’t had much one on one time with Janice Conrad, but she knew full well Roger’s ex-wife hated her…a lot.
As if you can quantify a base emotion, of course. To simply hate somebody is enough. But if a human being can go beyond hate, it would likely have been Janice Conrad.
She had been a twenty one year old coed when she had nailed down the then thirty three year old budding tycoon. Alumni, he had stopped by to do a presentation to the business school. She was an undergrad assigned to help make sure it went smooth. The beautiful and ambitious strawberry blonde had seduced him in a matter of hours. He was swept up by her fire and her passion and swept away by their sexual chemistry.
They were married within two years.
Then she became the most jealous, smothering, psychotic, hateful bitch he had ever met in his life.
Roger had made many smart moves in business over the years. In love, he made one very, very, bad one.
Screaming matches were a nightly occurrence, although it was Janice that did the lionesses share of the screaming. Despite his love for female combat, Roger was decidedly NOT a fan of fighting with his wife.
Roger had gutted it out for three years of absolute hell before pulling the plug. He really had given up after two and had started catting about. Seeking the arms of other women was one of his few releases from both his wife and his work, and of course Janice had found out (never mind, of course, that Janice had been steadily screwing behind his back since long before that). He REALLY wished he had just left her before he started screwing around, since because of that, it had cost him a pretty fucking penny to pull that plug, still did. It wasn’t like she was going to do anything to let go of that alimony. Worse, Janice had leveraged herself over the years onto Inferwebz Board of Directors. In fucking fact, she owned seven percent.
The third highest shareholder.
So he was cursed with her presence at every shareholders meeting.
But she wasn’t a common visitor in the office. She had a nominal office space as a Board member, but she was there about as often as never.
But she knew all about Luxana, and even though the brunette was making Janice shitloads of money, she absolutely despised the woman.
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Janice shut the door behind her, crossed her arms and looked down at Luxana.
At thirty three Janice could easily pass for a woman in her mid twenties. Roger once said of her that “anger is her Fountain Of Youth.” Her long red/blonde hair framed an unlined face with flashing green eyes and a thin but sensual mouth. Her 5’9” frame was lean and hard, she worked out regularly, and it showed. She was wearing a tight dark blue dress that ended up well north of her knees, showing off her flat tummy and her well toned legs.
“So, is my ex husbands SUCK-ratary working HARD?”
Luxana sat forward and cocked her head.
She had heard all about Janice of course, and she had been quite thankful she had only seen her briefly before several Board meetings, but their few conversations were brutally awkward for the young woman since Janice was so blatantly hostile towards her. When she was around, Luxana could very much feel the older woman staring absolute hate daggers towards her. She more or less knew she could expect this; it’s never easy as the new woman to have to deal directly with your lover’s bitterly divorced ex-wife. But Luxana wanted to try to at least be cordial towards her, take the higher ground, if you will.
Not that it mattered of course; Janice hadn’t been shy of spreading the gossip of where this new employee had probably come from. The fact that her ex husband would fucking HIRE one of his little whores was bad enough, but to let her be THAT obviously close to him and on a fast track that might put her in the same boardroom as Janice was too fucking much. WAY too fucking much. The fuck she cared that the foreign little slut was making her money hand over fist, Janice wanted her out. She had sat on it for over two years now, her hate focusing in a white hot laser towards Luxana. And today, Janice Conrad had simply had enough.
And snapped.
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“What are you saying?” Luxana responded, puzzled and curious.
“I’m sure you know exactly what I’m saying, you little slut.” Janice said matter-of-factly. “It’s not like its any secret you’re trying to screw your way to the boardroom. My boardroom.”
“It is not your boardroom or your company, it is Roger’s. He has 53%. You are…just an outdated accessory.” Luxana coolly responded.
“Listen you little commie golddigger” Janice crossed the large office in three strides, put her hands on Luxana’s desk, and hissed. “I was here before you and I had his cock before you. I helped make this place and I made him, NOT YOU. And YOU” she jabbed her finger in the brunettes face “have no right to come in here and take it away. You’re still just a Russian slut hooker to me. You’re not fooling me you little whore. I know where you came from, and I know you’re just here to take his money, and his money is MY money, and when you fuck with me, you get hurt you little piece of trash.”
Luxana felt the heat rising to her face. Why was it with these American women they always used old Cold War nonsense to insult her? Always living in the 80’s…
“Besides, how could she say she knows where I come from when she calls me Russian?” She spared herself a moment to laugh inwardly.
Back in the real world, she leveled her eyes at Janice. It was damn near impossible for her eyes to not sparkle, but they became as flat as she could possibly make them.
“I am not gold digger. I make my own money here. You have no right to call me that. I am just here to make us all more rich. And if I happen to be the lover of your ex-husband, that is of both our doing. We chose each other freely, and it is of no concern to you.”
“Oh with you nothing was free, I’m sure. How much did he pay for you anyway? Twenty bucks or twenty thousand?” Janice snarled. “Bet he bought you from some Russian slave trader in the Hard Rock. And bitch, it is my concern, because you see, I have no intention of my idiot ex-husband ever being happy again, not if I can help it. He cheated on me and made my life miserable because he’s a hateful, stupid man, so now, I show him what it’s like to be miserable.”
“Oh please, just get over it Janice. You cheated first anyway.”
“I’ll get over his dead body. You won’t be the first little slut I’ve had to fuck up over him.”
“Fuck me up?’ Luxana responded.
“Oh no, why must it always be a fight.” She sighed inwardly. But Luxana was a bright girl. She had imagined this moment might come, and she actually already had thought of a way to deal with it.
“You are still in love with him, aren’t you? You cannot take him being happy with a…better woman…in every way.” The brunette smiled sweetly. “I am better looking than you, I am better in the office than you, and I am…much…better in the bedroom than you. And from what I know, bitch; you are sleeping with your personal trainer, no? You are one to talk; you are just old bitter slut yourself. You have no room to judge me.”
“Fuck you!” Janice lunged across the desk at Luxana, but the brunette rolled her chair out of the way and the strawberry blonde only caught air.
Luxana was on her feet in a second.
“You are wanting to fight?”
“No you commie slut, I want to beat you to death! A fight indicates you’d have a chance. Now, listen up you fucking whore.” Janice put her hands on her hips, looked at Luxana with utter contempt and hate, and she snarled: “I want you gone, not just from here, but from New York, in fact I want you the fuck out of MY country. Here is the deal, I don’t want you here and now, too many assholes here would notice and try to stop me. You and me, and ONLY you and me, in the boardroom at the stroke of Midnight. I’m gonna beat your commie fucking ass, and when I do, you will leave, be gone from Inferwebz, from Rogers life, and far away from here. Do I make myself clear?”
“Perfectly.” Luxana purred. “I accept your challenge. You are too much of a bitch to be involved in this world Roger and I have for ourselves. But if you can beat me woman to woman, very well, I will leave Roger…and I will go back to Ukraine.”
Janice smiled evilly.
“However, this is a one sided deal. I will fight you, but there must be something in it for me too.”
“Fuck you slut, you get nothing.”
“Oh no. If you do not accept, I go to Roger and we will find way to remove you from this place, trust me on this.”
Janice lost her temper and came for Luxana across the desk again, but again the brunette moved out of the way quickly.
“NO. You will listen to me. You had time to talk loudly at me, you bitch. If I beat you fair and square, woman to woman, this is what will happen. You will drop your bullshit alimony. Look at the good side, this will allow you to marry your precious trainer.” She smiled.
“Fuck you.” Janice growled.
“Secondly. “ Luxana became very serious. “You know I used to live in Las Vegas bitch. I learn how to gamble there. You beat me, and I will leave. I will go back to Ukraine in fact. I will give up EVERYTHING.”
Janice smirked.
“But if I beat you, you shall give me everything. My life against your seat on board and your shares of Inferwebz.”
Janice gasped at the audacity.
“I want you out of my and Rogers life, you bitch.” Luxana said pointedly. “You are yesterday’s news and this is not your world anymore, it is for I, Luxana, and Roger.”
“You’re fuckin crazy, slut.” Janice was actually stunned. “Do you know what you’re…”
“By my most recent calculations, about 18.7 million dollars. You already have enough money to live long comfy life. Surely it is worth gamble to get me, who you fear so much, out of your life forever, no?” Luxana smiled sweetly and batted her big blue/grey eyes at the flabbergasted woman.
“…or do you not think you can beat me?”
She crossed her arms and cocked her hip out to the side.
Janice’s mouth opened and closed as she tried to formulate a response. Luxana had completely knocked her off her game by throwing this up at her. Truthfully, she thought the angelic looking brunette would cave without much effort.
But her ego and her pride overruled anything else at that moment.
She composed herself quickly.
“There’s no way this stupid piece of Euroshit is going to beat me. This is a sucker bet, no matter what she says the stakes are. And no matter what”, she thought and smiled inwardly, “I’m going to be the one walking out of that boardroom tonight. Oh yes, we’re gonna make SURE of that.”
She smiled at Luxana.
It was terrifying.
“Oh slut. I’ll beat you. I’ll wager you that, because it’s a gimmie. I’m gonna shove you in the back of a cab naked, with a one way ticket to Slutislovakia or wherever the fuck you came from stuck up your pussy.”
Luxana rolled her eyes. “If we have deal, go and leave, I tire of your voice; it sounds like a rusty nail. Appropriate for you, but it is not good on the ears. I will draw up stock transfer papers and I will see you at Midnight in Board Room. Until then, please do not bother me, I have work to do.”
Janice clenched as if she would just come over the desk at the brunette, but she decided not to. Instead, she shot a withering glare at Luxana, bared her teeth at her like a Doberman straining on a leash, turned on her heel and stalked to the door.
“And you had BETTER not say a fucking thing to Roger about this you dirty god digging whore.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. This is between you and me.” Luxana said evenly.
Janice flipped her the bird and strutted out the door. She was smart enough not to slam it despite her rage.
Luxana sat down heavily.
“That went about as bad as I figured.” She thought.
“But I suppose it could be worse. I do not wish to fight again, but I can’t believe I got her to gamble her share of the company.” She sighed. “Why is it always with the fighting though? Yes, I know, life is supposed to be struggle, but this is just ridiculous. At least, Luxana, this one is for…ah…all the marbles, yes. If you can beat her, you win it all. You will have the man AND more money than you could have ever dreamed if. Your OWN money. But she is tough, tough and crazy. VERY crazy.”
She flirted with the idea for one second of telling Roger. Only because it occurred to her that Janice would be the kind of person who might not quit until one or the other were dead and if the strawberry blonde could beat Luxana, she may just decide to kill her.
Not that Luxana would give up until she was dead anyway.
But this was her fight and really Roger would just be a distraction to her. Luxana also debated whether he had the stomach for another one of these. She didn’t want him stepping in to stop it if it looked like she was in bad shape. The fight with Monique had affected him greatly. He HATED the idea of her in any sort of discomfort.
This game of female dominance would be played out without one of its biggest proponents.
She looked out the window and stared uptown where the Empire State Building rose out of the sea of the city. She thought about how they had knocked the Towers down, but this one was the real essence of this city anyway. Rock hard, stately and stoic, sticking out of Manhattan like a big middle finger to the rest of the lesser world.
She smiled.
American Dreams and New York Realities.
And the fight of her life, the fight FOR her life, tonight.
Oh, yeah, and about 19 million dollars. Noble platitudes and character building exercises to the side, that’s a lot of fucking money.
“I get paid more than Klitschko to fight.”
She giggled, and then she composed herself.
“OK Luxana, if you must, you will go to war again.”
There was much to be done beforehand. First, she needed to get the paperwork started to transfer Janice’s stock.
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“Darling, I am simply tired tonight. I will have to cancel our date. I go home and get rest and I will make it up to you tomorrow, ok?”
“Aww, Ok, sure baby. I can hear you don’t sound like yourself. I’m later than I wanted to be getting home anyway. I haven’t even had time to stop by the office yet. Tell you what, we’ll take off early tomorrow and get away for the weekend. You think about where and tell me tomorrow, ok.”
“Oh Roger that sounds WONDERFUL, I will think of good trip for us. Love you!”
“Right back at you Luxy.”
She smiled.
“I would be with this man even if we were poor. He is s good soul, if perhaps sometimes a little misguided. It is good that I can help guide him at least in the ways of the heart now.”
Tired was one thing Luxana most certainly was not. She felt as if she just snorted up about an 8B of high quality coke. She had gone home and made a light dinner, then began to try to deal with the nervous energy all fighters feel before stepping into the combat arena.
“Should have made this for early evening.”
She debated having a drink to soothe herself, but decided against it. She needed all her senses on high alert for this. Eventually, there was only so much she could do hanging out with her dog and cat and she made herself ready to go.
“May as well be the first one there. I like taking the element of surprise away from that bitch.”
She grimly took her white knee high stockings out of the drawer. She had kept them in as a keepsake since that night in Vegas when they had been the only stitches of clothing she had on at the end of her war with Monique. Amazingly they had survived in good shape.
“Never thought I’d actually wear these again. I could wear a newer pair, but these...my lucky.”
She smiled as she rolled them up her smooth, shapely calves.
“Oh yes. I do look sexy in these still. I feel good now. I will come back to this loft a winner this night, I am sure of it. This bitch is crazy, but she cannot beat me. I am Ukraine. I am beautiful. I am strong. I am Luxana, and this is my dream and this is my life!”
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The tumblers rolled as her key turned in the Board Room lock. Thankfully, all the important rooms had a key lock here, just in case of power failure. She had of course disarmed the alarm, and she was often in the building at odd hours. Nothing would seem to me amiss by her presence.
She still entered the room VERY slowly, even though she was half an hour early. Paranoia made sense to her considering who she was dealing with. She turned on the lights in the room as high as they would go as fast as they could go so she would blind her opponent if she was there and quickly entered the room.
Nobody there.
Good.
Luxana turned the dimmer down to a far more ambient level. She moved the nine chairs to the sides of the room away from the wall length windows that looked East over the river. The room was 20’x42’, dominated by the huge oaken table in the center, four feet wide and twenty feet long. There was a laptop plugged in at the head of the table and a cordless phone module, but no other adornments. The other three walls were elegant wood over a deep royal blue carpet.
“Oh Roger, you and your blue carpet.” Luxana got a sudden sense of déjà vu. She smiled at that. The Last time had been hard, but it had turned out even better for her than she could have imagined, and Luxana, of course, took her good signs when she could get them. She began stretching lightly in the dimmed room, behind her; the lights twinkled like hope in the night.
“Ok you evil bitch, I am ready for you.”
Janice was pissed.
As usual.
“Fucking bitch got here before me. Fuckin twice today she’s gotten one up on me. That’s bullshit.”
She had noticed the alarm had been disarmed. She knew the brunette slut was the only person who could have been here at this time. Janice had ridden up to the 72nd floor of the tower from the exercise room, where she had gone to work her body into fighting mode and had gotten fucked by Gary, her personal trainer, in the bargain. Her thighs felt like a tuning fork, she was loose and ready to kick the living shit out of the little tramp that had weaseled her way into her world and was trying to take her money.
The little slut wanted to take her life in fact. She not only wanted her ex-husband, she wanted her place on the fucking board?!
“Well” Janice thought. “That all ends tonight. It’s too bad I couldn’t get here first; I wanted the element of surprise when the slut got here. But I still have a couple surprises for her.” She smiled inwardly. “I don’t think she’s gonna be the same person when I’m finished with her.”
There was zero doubt in Janice’s mind that she was going to beat Luxana and beat her badly. She felt she had the forces of justice behind her and she couldn’t lose. “That whore may have tussled with a couple hookers in her time, but she’s never seen the likes of me.”
She stalked up to the door and turned the handle.
Open, not a surprise.
She shoved the door open and waited.
The room behind was darkish, but the circular lights on the ceiling and the long track lights on the panels walls were on, and she could see everything well enough.
No traps. No more surprises.
“The stupid fucking bitch. Should have ambushed me. That’s what I would have done. HA! What a naïve little skank. This is gonna be fun!”
She tossed down her oversized shoulder bag outside of the boardroom and strode in like she owned the place.
Luxana stood and shoved the chair away as Janice entered the room.
The strawberry blonde stopped and stared ice lasers at her hated enemy.
“She is fit, this one. I can beat her, but this will be very, very hard.”
Janice was still wearing her workout clothes. She had wanted to still feel the light sheen of sweat on her body and the warmth and moisture between her legs as she entered the arena. She was wearing a grey sports bra that held up her average sized and still very firm 34c tits, a pair of tight grey shorts that were cut juuust below her flattish but not unattractive ass, a pair of white knee high tube socks with pink stripes at the top, and white cross trainer sneakers. Her long reddish blonde hair fell free like a lion’s mane and hung halfway down her back. Her well muscled body promised power, speed, and pain.
Luxana dropped her ankle length coat to the floor…again.
She was dressed in nothing but a pair of small white panties and white knee high stockings…again.
Her only change was she had decided that the thong wasn’t the best choice for no holds barred combat. Her panties tonight were comfortable, not so easily used as a weapon against her, and afforded her great freedom of movement.
Janice, however, wasn’t impressed.
“You ARE a fucking dumb Euroslut. You came to a catfight dressed up as a fucking hooker?”
“Enough of the bullshit Janice. I do not want to hear your voice. You sound like screech owl in woods.” Luxana said low. “Let us fight. I think I decide I like the way that chair felt under my beautiful ass. I am ready to sit there again.”
She kicked off her heels and they skittered away across the carpet. She moved forward and to her right, towards the part of the room with more space.
“You’re going back to Russia in a body bag you fucking SLUT!” Janice screeched and moved forward to engage her enemy.
Luxana backed up, hands out, looking for an opening.
They circled and closed, fingers flicking out, tasting the air like the tongue of a cobra.
Neither wanted to be the one to commit first, Luxana had gotten burned that way against Monique and she was wary of making the same mistakes.
Janice lunged in her hands slashing for Luxana’s face, but the brunette moved out of the way.
“You gonna fight me or what cunt?” Janice growled.
“No, I am going to beat you.” Luxana smartly replied.
Janice lost her composure and charged like a strawberry rhino. Luxana realized she couldn’t get out of the way, so she brought her left leg up to fend off the attack and reached with her arms to wrap them around Janice’s body as she crashed into the brunette.
Off balance, they fell to the floor.
Janice landed on top of Luxana, but by no means was it a dominant position, as Luxana was able to elbow her in the side of the head several times. Janice for her part sent a series of blows into Luxana’s ribcage. They thrashed about on the carpet in a mindless mass, trying to find an opening to inflict telling pain on the other.
Janice used her position on top to gain the first advantage. As Luxana clawed and punched at her head and body she made a calculated move and reached into the Ukrainian’s brown hair in the back of her head, pulling her neck askew, she used the moment of hesitation to sink her teeth into Luxana’s wonderful left breast and started punching the woman in the face. Shifting her position, she mounted the woman lying on top of her thrashing body. She tried to use her strong legs to spread Luxana’s thighs apart but the brunette managed to thwart that part of Janice’s attack, though the she was taking a lot of punishment.
Luxana was able to dislodge the teeth from her breast by jabbing Janice in the side of her neck with her sharp nails. But using her leverage, Janice grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head. She fended off Luxana’s desperate left handed strikes as she taunted the woman.
“This is gonna be easy you piece of trash! This is the best you got? Give up now and crawl back to your toilet country and maybe I won’t hurt you too much!”
She snaked several right hands to the brunette’s face as Luxana tried in vain to dislodge her tormentor. She bucked her womanly hips and tried in a panic to get a good shot in with her free hand, but Janice had her pinned well and she simply couldn’t get any sort of offense going.
Fortunately for Luxana, Janice moved from her full body pin because she decided she was going to directly maul the poor woman’s pussy before the heard her scream out her submission. She moved off to the side of Luxana and, still trying to hold down her hand above her head, she reached down with her right hand, pulled the brunettes white panties to the side, and began to tear and yank at whatever she could get her hands on in Luxana’s groin.
Luxana didn’t count herself as fortunate though, as pain bloomed in her lower body. But shortly, she was able to score a solid shot with her knee in the side of Janice’s head, stunning the strawberry blonde and she was able to roll free of her tormentor.
She only took a moment to compose herself before she launched herself at Janice. Leading with a sweeping right hook that caught Janice flush in the mouth she followed by driving her left shoulder into the woman’s hard belly, Janice was launched backwards and the back of her head hit one of the legs of the huge table.
Luxana was quick to press her advantage; she knew she had to make the most out of every opportunity. As Janice fell to her back in a fog, Luxana took a quick second to pull her rivals shoelaces open, hoping the move might pay off later, and then she went for Janice’s breasts with her right and as the pressed her left hand under Janice’s chin forcing her head back and straining her neck, she also struck paydirt by slamming her knee directly into the woman’s pussy.
Janice moaned in agony as pain suddenly wracked her body. This wasn’t how this fight was supposed to go. This angelic faced slut wasn’t supposed to be tormenting her, she was supposed to crumple and go away like the gutless whore she was.
Instead, Luxana had managed to pull her tits free of her sports bra and was mauling them savagely, twisting them while managing to slice away at her most tender areas with her nails like a pro, while her knee pistoned into her crotch, connecting more times than not, and when not, hitting the muscles on the inside of her thigh, causing her further pain.
Janice dug her sneakers into the carpet and pushed herself backwards, under the table, but Luxana quickly rose above her and, grabbing her ankles, dragged her out from under the table. Holding her legs spread wide, the Ukrainian woman stomped down on Janice’s pussy, and then followed up with a knee. As Janice reached for her pained womanhood, Luxana quickly slid down behind her and wrapped her legs around Janice’s waist, and she further increased the strawberry blonde’s distress by reaching around to slash and slice with her nails across Janice’s battered breasts and then move her arm up across the woman’s throat in a choke. She got her face right behind Janice’s neck, making it hard for Janice to get to her and retaliate, and locked on for all she was worth.
Her strong thighs poured on the pressure and Janice soon began to choke in the throat bar.
“Give up or I choke you out!” Luxana tried for a submission.
“Fuck you…ACK…fuckin…bitch!” was Janice’s predictable retort.
Luxana continued to work the hold as hard as she could, she could tell Janice was about to choke out if she could just hang on…
Janice was seeing stars, she knew in her heart the end was coming soon if she didn’t do something and she couldn’t let this little whore beat her like this. She had SUCH good plans for tonight…
As she twisted and turned her body she managed to get her hands into the ends of Luxana’s long light brown hair. She pulled back on the tresses as hard as she could, nearly popping her own shoulders out of their sockets with the effort. As Luxana reflexively tried to pull her head forward to escape her clutches, Janice let go and pushed herself upwards in the choke hold.
It worked like a charm.
Luxana’s head came forward and was met on the chin by the top of Janice’s head.
She was seeing stars before the pain even hit her. It was a crushingly forceful shot right on the button.
Luxana was exceedingly lucky her jaw wasn’t broken and she didn’t lose any teeth. But blood began to run from her mouth as she lost all muscle control and flopped to the carpet. The top part of her body under the table, bottom half sticking out.
Janice crawled away and leaned against the wall for a moment, doing a self inventory.
“Nothing broken so far. Catch my breath a second. Fuckin whore, she fuckin choked me! And look at my tits!” Her breasts were scratched and mauled. Blood was running from a couple of the deeper scratches.
“I’m gonna kill you, you fucking hooker trash bitch!” she screamed.
She ripped off her sports bra, was only gonna get in the way and would hurt on her mangled tits anyway. She needed all the freedom of movement she could get. She also kicked off her shoes. “Fucking bitch pulled a good one by untying the laces. Maybe I’ll choke her to death with one of them.”
She was pissed and about to kick some fucking commie third world ass.
“Get over here you piece of shit golddigger. I hate you and I’m going to fuck you up so bad!”
She stood up and stomped over to the brunette, who was rolling back and forth in agony and clutching her face, crying in pain. It was her turn now to reach down, pick up her enemies ankles, and send a foot crashing down to her pussy. She actually liked the feeling better without shoes, she decided, and emphasized that by grinding her big toe on Luxana’s clit.
“Oh it feels SO GOOD to me! I love to hear you scream skank!”
She did too. She could feel some serious moistness forming in her pussy as she thought about how much she loved this.
Luxana couldn’t tell what was worse, the pain in her head or the pain in her pussy.
Then thankfully the pain in her pussy stopped actively, and she caught her breath.
Which was immediately knocked out of her as Janice dropped to her side and started pounding her in the belly. The wind flew out of her and she gasped and coughed, trying to get her bearings again. But it was hard, as Janice went into a frenzy, punching and slashing at her body like a rabid animal. She devastated Luxana’s beautiful breasts, her belly and her upper pubic area. She threw at least a dozen punches in rapid fire into her torso, taking Luxana’s wind and sapping her energy. Then she reached down and started ripping at Luxana’s crotch with both hands. Luxana sat up in reflexive pain, and caught an elbow to her eye which sent her back to the carpet. She couldn’t even cry out she was so stunned and hurt.
“I’M GONNA TEAR THIS UGLY THING OFF AND GIVE IT TO ROGER ON A PLATE BITCH! YOU’RE GONNA BE THE ONLY HOOKER IN THAT HELLHOLE YOU CAME FROM NOT TO HAVE A PUSSY TO FUCK! YEAH! YOU DON’T HAVE ANY BIG MOUTH NOW DO YOU SLUT! YOU WERE ALL: “I FIGHT YOU! I AM DUMB TRASHY HOOKER FROM UZBEKISLUT! THAT RICH MAN, HE REALLY LOVES ME FOR WHO I AM! SURE HE DOES!” ” she mocked Luxana, exaggerating her accent.
Janice let go of the brutalized woman, who found her voice but could only mewl in unfathomable pain.
Luxana was very good at going deep inside herself when she had to, allowing her to escape pain that would destroy a normal person. But there were limits to what she could do and still be conscious. She was feeling all too much at this time though, and as she went inside herself she could still feel Janice, punching, tearing, ripping…
So she went “outside” herself as well, and in her mind she looked down impassively on herself getting savagely beaten on the carpet.
She felt like she was watching herself get hauled to her feet by her hair.
She felt like she was watching herself get her head slammed into the oak table.
Again.
Again.
And she felt herself falling…down…down…down. Luxana felt the carpet on her cheek. The deep plush pile was cool and felt soothing on her aching head. It felt good to just lie there, she thought.
There was a light dancing in front of her eyes.
Should she go to it?
Luxana found the idea was almost too much to resist.
“Is it just light on ceiling? Or is it a way out of this pain. Oh Luxana, this one, she is crazy, this hurts so much! I must submit or she will kill me. But if I submit, I may as well die anyway.”
She began to move towards the light.
But this time it was only one of the circular lights on the ceiling.
She opened her beautiful blue/grey eyes.
And found herself staring into Janice’s green ones.
They were alight with madness.
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After she had beaten every inch of the brown haired slut’s body beyond belief, Janice had pulled Luxana to her feet by her hair and had indeed smashed the brunettes head onto the solid oak table. She had no idea how many times, but when she felt Luxana’s body go limp she let the woman fall to the floor.
She didn’t want this to end quite yet, she had things in mind.
“Fuckin commie slut, steal my company.” She murmured, not even understanding the irony of calling somebody a commie when they were trying to take your place in corporate America.
Luxana would have understood, but she wasn’t doing so well at the time.
“Time to have some fun with this loser whore. Just like I thought, the slut was a cream puff.” Janice thought to herself and walked over to the Board Room door.
She reached out, grabbed the oversized shoulder bag, looked both ways to make sure nobody else was up there to spoil her victory, and closed the door behind her.
She put the bag down just inside the door and rummaged about in it for a moment.
When she put it back down, she was holding a dog collar and leash in the other hand.
She glided over to Luxana, who was still on her side, holding her battered body. Janice knelt down next to her, and smiled.
Her panties were SOPPING.
“Oh hello.” She said as the brunette’s cloudy grey/blue eyes began to focus.
Before Luxana knew what had happened, she had a leather collar around her neck.
“Oh! The fuck?”
Then she couldn’t think of anything for a moment, as Janice yanked the leash and the stunned woman was jerked, face first and the backwards, shaken like a leaf…and then the inevitable dragging.
Luxana tried to regain enough composure to get her breath and catch up with the strawberry blonde, but Janice pressed her advantage. Eventually, she was dragging Luxana around half the table by her neck, as the Ukrainian beauty tried to find a way to breathe.
“OH THIS IS GREAT! I GOT ME A RUSSIAN WOLFHOUND! HEY WHORE THIS ISN’T THE FIRST TIME SOMEBODY DID THIS TO YOU IS IT? YOU DID ANYTHING FOR FIFTY BUCKS I BET! MAYBE I’LL PISS ON YOU LATER, GIVE YOU SOME MORE OLD MEMORIES! NOW DOGGY, LET’S SEE HOW WELL YOU BEEN TRAINED!”
She yanked the leash.
“Do you give up, you fucking red dog?”
Luxana was silent.
“SPEAK DOGGIE!”
“NO...*gasp*…I will not quit. Never to you, you evil bitch.”
“Good, let’s continue then. I bet I can still make you obey in other ways.”
Janice twisted the leash to one side around Luxana’s neck, and then she swung it to her left.
“ROLL OVER!”
Luxana had to roll to try to dislodge the chain now around her neck.
She jerked the leash straight up.
“SIT UP!”
Luxana’s torso came up off the carpet. She started to rise to her knees.
Janice jerked the leash straight down.
“LIE DOWN DOGGY!”
Luxana’s face hit the deep carpet.
“Oh Roger, thank you for having such nice carpet. I will miss it.”
Janice jerked Luxana towards her with the leash
“COME!”
“NOW BEG!”
“No. Again. Never! AAAAGH YOU BITCH!”
Janice had used the leash like a whip across Luxana’s breasts.
“I SAID BEG YOU BITCH DOG!”
Another lash with the leash.
Luxana had made it close to Janice now, and the strawberry blonde woman jerked the leash up again, hauling Luxana to her knees.
Janice twisted her around until they were both facing out the window, looking at eastern Manhattan, over to Queens and beyond.
She wrapped the chain in her hand and punched Luxana in the face with it several times. She reached down and raked the links across her sweaty, battered and already bleeding tits. Then she hauled Luxana back by her hair and forced the woman to look into her eyes.
“I OWN YOU NOW. YOU’RE MY BITCH FOREVER! KNOW THAT! I should keep you under my desk to eat me daily while Roger looks everywhere for you!”
She cackled.
“TAKE ONE LAST LOOK YOU UGLY EUROPEAN DOG! THE CITY OF DREAMS ISN’T FOR YOU ANYMORE! Have no idea what Roger ever saw in you anyway” she sneered into Luxana’s ear.
The brunette’s sobs were music to Janice’s ears.
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Luxana could only cry. She couldn’t believe this was how it was all going to end. Now that she thought about it, this had felt all wrong from the get go. She had been played. “No wonder this bitch took my wager so easily. She is…ah…bat shit crazy and I didn’t allow for that. If I had known, I would have just gone to Roger. Perhaps I was prideful and greedy, Oh Luxana, bad mistake.” But that may or may not have been simply hindsight. Luxana had a gamblers mentality for sure and this bet would have been too good to pass up a try even if she had known Janice was dangerously insane.
But tonight, she was done. Her body was broken and her mind was hanging on by a thread. It was only her fear that if she went out she might not come back that kept her going. That and Luxana was no quitter. She was still determined that she wouldn’t quit to this woman, ever.
Luxana opened her eyes again. She was looking out the long windows, and the lights of the city danced in front of her. Somewhere on the edge of her fogged brain, Janice was still ranting. Luxana was more focused on her own coherency. The choking had stopped for a moment as the strawberry blonde woman was so far into her verbal humiliation she had forgotten the leash. Luxana could feel Janice was rubbing her pussy on her left shoulder; she was so wet that Luxana could feel her juices through her two layers.
“oh…no…that is just gross. This woman, she is disgusting. Fuck her!”
She heard Janice scream “NOW PLAY DEAD!”
A spark lit in those amazing blue/grey eyes.
And they narrowed.
With an incredibly fluid movement one would have never expected could come from such a battered body, Luxana wrapped two twists of the slack chain leash around her right hand and her hand continued straight over her left shoulder as hard as Luxana could throw it.
It connected with Janice’s public mound in mid thrust.
Luxana rubbed the chain in at the end of the punch.
Janice gasped and instinctively drew back.
Luxana rose to her feet as fast as her body could carry her.
Fast enough, as her left shoulder caught the reeling woman under her jaw.
Janice spun away, dropping the leash.
“Crazy fucking bitch. I am no dog. I am woman. Now hear me roar.”
Luxana took the collar off her neck and flung the constraint across the room.
“You try to do that to me? You cannot beat me woman to woman.”
She kicked Janice in the stomach as the woman staggered about. Janice bent over with a *whoosh*. And Luxana met her with a knee on the way down.
*CRACK*
Janice’s nose mashed against Luxana’s kneecap.
She fell backward on her ass. Her green eyes rolling, blood running from her flattened nose.
Luxana followed with a kick straight to her battered tits.
Janice cried out and covered up her boobs.
She left herself open for a ferocious left hook.
Luxana connected straight to the temple and Janice dropped to the carpet.
Now that she had her down, Luxana decided to lay the boots to her. Her stocking clad feet connected into the strawberry blondes head, ribs and kidneys over and over again. When Janice’s movements had slowed Luxana moved around and grabbed Janice by her feet, she worked her head way up Janice’s legs a dangerous place, but Luxana had a plan. She twined her arms around Janice’s sides and clasped them behind her back, then she *WRENCHED* herself forward. Jackknifing Janice’s back.
Janice’s screams went to dog whistle level at that point.
Rocking back still holding Janice in by the waist, she brought the woman’s top part off the carpet and then Luxana DROVE the woman face first onto the carpet. The pile and padding couldn’t stop Janice’s face from smashing on the floor.
Luxana gave her the jackknife and face smash moves again and stepped away from the woman. Janice was trying to crawl away, but she didn’t make it very far, her body wasn’t working so well now, and besides, Luxana still had her hands on her ankles in a wheelbarrow grasp.
Luxana spread the woman’s legs and drove her foot into her pussy.
Janice screamed like the doors of hell had opened.
Luxana kicked her three more times, driving her foot as hard and far as she could.
But she needed better access.
She reached down and grabbed Janice’s tight workout clothes and with one smooth motion, pulled off both the shorts and her panties.
“This smell disgusting. You need to clean yourself after sex you slut.”
She flung the clothing away.
She then stood and sent more kicks into Janice’s battered crotch.
Janice wailed and began to sob as Luxana’s white stocking jabbed into her very femininity.
She wasn’t wet anymore.
Luxana leaped onto Janice’s pained back and the strawberry blonde jerked up. Luxana wrapped her left arm under the woman’s chin and with her right arm, she went wild, punching her in the face and the neck and then twisting and slashing at her tits.
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At this point, let us leave for a moment.
It’s ok reader, Luxana and Janice will still be there when we get back.
Let us go out the window of the boardroom and make a left turn. Then, let us head north up the avenue. Eventually, we will reach Central Park. Since we’re on the East side of the Park, we may want to stop in and say “hello” to a beautiful blonde singer and her fiancée/manager who we all know as they embrace in the window of their condo and look westward, but we have no time for even a simple Melody this night. Across the park we go, and on the West side, we find the New York home of Roger Conrad.
Roger is sipping a neat Glenfiddich this night. He is staring out towards downtown and thinking about his girlfriend, and the more and more he thinks of her, the more odd it seems that she didn’t even try to SEE him tonight. Usually, even if she was tired she would welcome his company for a nightcap before he would leave to go back uptown. He could count less than five nights in the last nearly three years they had not spent time together, and those were all because he was delayed out of town on business. And she had seemed quite fine when he had last seen her around noon. Tomorrow was Friday and Luxana was always excited to get out and away on the weekend by Thursday night.
Something weird happened to her this afternoon.
And she wasn’t telling him.
That was REAL worrysome.
Roger and Luxana had an open book relationship. They had never kept secrets from the other. They both agreed it would be kind of dumb keeping secrets considering the way they had met.
What the FUCK?
“She’s gone and gotten herself into trouble somehow? But really, why wouldn’t she call me if she was in trouble? She knows I can pretty much take care of anything. Is it something from her past that she’s ashamed of? But why? What could she have possibly have done that she can’t even mention to me?”
“I should call her. I don’t care if I wake her up. I just need to hear her voice, and I’ll straight up tell her that.”
But she didn’t answer her home phone.
And her cell went straight through to message.
He REALLY began to get nervous.
That shit had NEVER happened.
Roger started pacing like a wild animal in a cage.
“Should I go down there? Should I call again? Should I relax, smoke a joint and watch the Yankees game rerun?”
“Shit, maybe she’s just working at the office. BUT WHY WOULDN’T SHE TELL ME? IT MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE!”
“I should check the office anyway.”
Roger had had small private security cameras mounted at several places at the office. These were not connected to the main building rent a cop station. He had these routed back to his home. He was by no means a tyrant, but there were times when he simply didn’t feel like going in, and when he wasn’t in the office, he liked sometimes to see who was working hard and who was fucking off.
It had paid off in that he had a better idea of who to promote, and as such he had good people in key positions.
It generally reinforced his talent for appraising people, and he did have a talent for appraising people…except his fucking ex-wife.
Janice.
He turned the name over in his head, feeling a taste like copper on his tongue.
“If she…”
Suddenly he had to look at the office cameras. If there was nothing there, he would go down to Greenwich and make sure she was home and OK. He did have a key, after all.
The monitors were banked behind a painting in his office. He closed the door behind him and clicked the remote on his desk.
The painting slid down in silence and the monitors flickered to life.
Nothing…nothing…nothing…
The third one on the top row was the one mounted in the top corner of the boardroom. Behind where he would normally sit, looking out towards the door.
“OH FUCK!” Roger groaned in dismay.
“OH LUXY, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?”
His girlfriend was currently sitting astride his ex-wife. She had one arm back in a hammerlock, and with her other one, she was punching Janice in the back of her head.
But it didn’t matter to Roger that Luxana was in an advantage right now, nor that she could handle herself in a fight.
She didn’t know Janice.
Not like Roger did.
Roger knew Janice was completely insane. Not only that, she was dangerous. Real fucking dangerous. Either something scary/crazy had happened to her right after their wedding, or it was there all the time and she was willfully suppressing it. Roger flashed back to a time after he had already given up on their union when she had caught him in Atlantic City with a bleached blonde call girl in his hotel room. She had walked in unannounced and the woman was riding him in the bed. Janice had grabbed the unfortunate woman by her hair and dragged her off his cock *schlip*. She had punched the protesting, and then crying, girl until her face was busted open and then she had kicked the girl in the pussy seven times. Finally, she rammed the blonde straight through the bedroom door, shattering it off its hinges with the force of her anger. She then walked the whimpering whore through the rest of the condo by using a “six pack” fingering in her pussy and asshole and threw her head first into the bank of elevators across the hall.
It had taken a pretty penny to squash that one.
He had faith in his girlfriend because he loved her so much, and he knew Luxana had the heart of a warrior, but if she were to lose…
“OH FUUUUUUUCK MEEEE!”
He looked closer at the surroundings on the HD screen.
“What’s that?”
He looked past the battling ladies, Luxana was reaching back and grabbing into Janice’s pussy now, still working the hammerlock.
He zoomed in on the bag next to the door.
Three minutes later he was downstairs.
There was, as usual, a cab out in front of his building.
“GET ME DOWNTOWN AS FAST AS YOU CAN!” He gave the cabby the address. “I GOT TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS FOR YOU IF YOU DO IT FAST ENOUGH!” He flashed two Benjamins at the driver.
The cab roared away down the avenue.
“Ohfuckohfuck, Luxana, o fuck!”
Meanwhile, back downtown seventy stories up in a tower of glass and steel…
“Submit bitch! Submit!”
“AAAAAAH FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU SLUT!”
Luxana was not surprised Janice hadn’t quit yet. She was insane, and in her insanity, she would not be quitting easily. Luxana had worked every bit of her body, from her head to her legs. She had damn near ripped the bitch’s arm off in the hammerlock. She had brought blood from Janice’s face, tits and pussy. She resigned herself that she was going to just have to batter the woman down. Like Monique, the only way to win this, it seemed, was to break the woman to where her body just quit.
“Why, oh why, do I have to fight these fights? Always, these women, they never quit.”
Changing positions, Luxana kept control of the hammerlock with her left hand and she wrapped her strong thighs around Janice’s head from behind. With her right hand, she fended off Janice’s attacks.
In spite of her weak whimpering, Janice’s body was seething beneath her, she could feel it. So she poured on the leg pressure, hoping to crush her enemy’s skull.
Luxana overbalanced a bit however, and Janice was able to scrunch up her sock clad feet underneath her body and rock forward, this threw Luxana forward and her legs slipped out of the hold. She released her hammerlock last, hoping to wrench the strawberry blonde’s shoulder in a way with which Luxana was intimately familiar.
But she didn’t feel a *pop* as she released the woman’s hand.
“Damn, of course, if it would have been me, I’m sure my shoulder would pop. Oh well.”
Luxana stumbled forward several steps, still in between the table and the windows on the left side of the room. Janice was on her feet quickly, he face was a mask of terrible hate. She massaged her left arm.
“YOU FUCKIN CUNT BITCH WHORE! KILL YOU, YES I WILL. I’M GONNA SPIT IN YOUR FACE AS I DO IT TOO.” To accent this, she spat a wad of blood at Luxana, spraying the brunette.
Luxana came for her again. She feinted with her hands, and then she threw a kick at Janice. Janice moved out of the way, and the height of the kick caught Luxana’s foot on top of the oak table for a moment.
Janice moved quick like a cat, she smashed he hands down in a double hammer blow right on Luxana’s outstretched leg at the knee, just above her white stocking. Luxana could see the leg hyperextend in a direction that the knee is NOT supposed to bend.
“OH FUCK, NOT AGAIN WITH THIS!” Luxana yelled in her mind as her right leg exploded into fire. Janice kicked her other leg out from under her and Luxana fell to the carpet. Her right leg was still braced on the top lip of the oaken table and Janice dropped her crotch right onto the knee joint, again badly flexing it in a way it was NOT supposed to bend.
Janice wasted NO time, she had seen wrasslin when she was a kid, and she knew some old moves. She wrapped up Luxana’s smashed leg into a figure-4 leglock. She poured on the pressure with her well muscled thighs.
“Looks like I got better legs than you, you whore.” She hissed.
“Roger always was a leg man. I can see he got you wearing the knee highs too. Well, slut, that was MINE AND HIS TO DO” she screamed and bounced up and down on the hold.
“Gonna break your shitty legs commie. SUBMIT BITCH!”
“Fucking to you. NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Luxana moaned in agony.
“That’s what I want to hear slut. Music to my fuckin ears.”
She worked the hold for almost five minutes before tiring of it and releasing Luxana. The brunette rolled on the floor in agony grabbing her leg.
“GET UP AND FIGHT YOU HOOKER PIECE OF SHIT! OH THAT’S RIGHT! YOU CAN’T!” Janice laughed.
She kicked Luxana in her tits again and a vicious shot to the lower pubic region.
Luxana rolled over onto her stomach to give her fewer targets.
Janice decided to take a different approach though.
She hauled Luxana to her feet by her light brown hair and arched her back over the table. She then dropped hammer like blows into the woman’s stomach as she knocked her up onto the polished wood. When most of Luxana’s body was on the table, only her bottom half hanging off, Janice ripped off what was left of Luxana’s panties and applied a savage pussy claw on the Ukrainian woman. She drove two fingers into Luxana and tried to rip at her inside. But Luxana really did have one tight pussy, as Roger had found out that night years ago, and Janice was having trouble getting the results she wanted, namely blood to match her own bleeding vagina.
Luxana was able to scuttle backwards with her left leg. She put her foot on Janice’s face and shoved the strawberry blonde away. Janice’s hands slid free of Luxana’s vagina. The brunette tried to get away from her enemy to compose herself and desperately pushed herself down the table with her good leg.
Janice dove on her though, smothering her with her body. She snarled every epithet she could think of as she ripped and pounded at Luxana. But Luxana was game and was able to roll Janice over. She punched her square in the face and Janice’s head bounced off the hard table. Luxana wrapped her hands around the woman’s neck and squeezed.
But she had not been able to pin Janice’s arms, and they slashed at her face. Luxana had a cut at her hairline that was pretty bad by now, the right side of her face was covered in a sheet of blood. Thankfully, she could see, but Janice fixed that by poking Luxana in the eye.
Luxana released her choke hold and tried to reposition herself, but they had reached the far end of the table, and they both crashed over the back side to the carpet.
Both women lay on the rug for a moment. Their magnificent bodies pushed to the limit and beyond. Battered and bloodied sisters in utter hate and pain, they composed themselves for another try to prove who was better.
Janice was first to her feet. She swayed for a moment and then her green eyes lit up with murderous glee.
Luxana was halfway to her feet when she saw something coming for her head. She made it to almost her whole height when the laptop hit her. Luxana was lucky enough to have gotten her arm up, so the blow was partially blocked, otherwise she would have surely been knocked unconscious. But it was still a crushing shot to her temple.
Luxana spun to her right with the blow, but Janice was ready with a backhand swing that caught the brunette clean on the side of her face. Luxana’s legs gave out and she staggered and fell across the room to land on the carpet in front of the window. Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head and her muscles just twitched.
Janice dropped the laptop and advanced on her.
“I WIN YOU WHORE SLUT! I WIN! I WANT YOU TO SAY IT NOW, TELL ME I WON!”
“TELL ME I WON!”
“TELL ME I WON YOU WHORE!”
“OK…I WON” Luxana sputtered out, and growled at the strawberry blonde.
“AAAAAAAGGGH FUCK YOU!” Janice screamed in primal rage and kicked Luxana in the ribs.
“QUIT! SUBMIT! YOU FUCKING RUSSKIE EURO-WHORE GOLD DIGGING BITCH! TELL ME I’M THE BETTER WOMAN OR I’M GOING TO FUCK YOU UP REAL BAD!”
Luxana could only a gasp out. “Fucking…to…you. Am trying me bitch. Luxana…better…woman.”
Janice screamed in inarticulate rage and dug her hands into Luxana’s hair. She hauled the woman to her feet and she threw her across the room towards the table as hard as she could.
Coming in low, Luxana’s ribs slammed into the unforgiving oak.
*crack*
She felt them bend, and then, yes, at least one cracked, maybe broke.
“OH NO! OH PLEASE, NOT AGAIN! WHY THIS KIND OF THING HAPPEN TO ME TWICE!” Her mind cried out.
She leaned against the table, panting. Her side was a ball of molten lava, but the rib didn’t seem like it was going to puncture a lung right this second. Hopefully, it was just cracked and just one.
Janice strode up to her victim slowly, a predator toying with prey caught for sport. She slapped Luxana in the face and the woman fell to the carpet.
Pulling her up by the hair, she put Luxana’s head facing upwards and towards the table and resting next to the side of the oak. Then she hopped up on the table and wrapped her legs around Luxana’s head.
It was Janice’s desire to hurt and humiliate that allowed the fight to go on from here. If she had just put Luxana in a body scissors now, the brunette would either have quit, passed out from the pain or even died as a rib broke and punctured a lung. But Janice now held the defenseless, beaten woman’s fate in her hands, and she was going to punish her for as long as she damn well felt like.
She poured on the scissors, looking down into Luxana’s bloodied but still angelic face, her blue/grey eyes fogged with pain and humiliation. Janice’s now naked crotch was back in Luxana’s face, and she was seriously turned on again, the brutalized Ukrainian was subjected to blood and juices coming out of her pungent box.
Luxana dove into herself again. She realized it might be the last time.
“I told you, you should have just quit asshole. But NO, you HAD to be some kind of fuckin superhero about it. Now I’m gonna teach you a lesson for once and for all. I hate you slut, with every bone in my body, I hate you.”
And she spat on Luxana’s upturned face.
Releasing her legs, she held Luxana up by her hair, and she pulled the woman onto the oak table.
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“COMEONCOMEONCOMEONCOMEONCOMEON!”
Still ten blocks away! Damn it! EVERY FUCKING LIGHT.
Roger was on the verge of panic.
The cabbie was doing the best he could but, there was fuckin nighttime roadwork all the way downtown.
If that fucking bitch did anything to Luxana…
He made an inarticulate sound halfway between a moan and a cry of anguish.
Why hadn’t he figured it out sooner?
He was slipping. Time to cut back on the pot.
Roger wasn’t normally the praying type, but he figured right now was as good a time as any to start.
Janice smashed Luxana’s head onto the table.
“WELL, YOU LOSER, YOU WANTED TO BE IN THE BOARDROOM. SHOULD HAVE JUST STAYED IN THE BEDROOM. NOW, I’M GONNA IMPRINT YOUR FACE RIGHT ONTO THE TABLE. I SHOULD DO IT IN FRONT OF ROGERS CHAIR, SO HE CAN CRY ABOUT YOU EVERY MEETING!”
She smashed her head into the table again.
Moving her beaten enemy around, Janice got behind Luxana and drove her knee into the back of her spine in a bow and arrow hold. Luxana screamed in agony as Janice’s knee ground against her fucked up ribs. Janice also locked her other leg in front of Luxana’s chin, pulling her body into an “S” shape. She finished Luxana by reaching around from behind and twisting her clit.
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Luxana dove deep.
Her conscious body was done for. Her only hope was for mercy she did not expect to receive. She really didn’t much want to even try to come back up. Her poor body. She loved her body and to think of it being tormented like this was so hurtful. She had given it her all, and she had come up short. For Luxana the worst part was that it had to be this evil bitch. She felt she had not only lost, but dishonored herself. She could feel the tugs and pulls as Janice tore her body apart on the table, she was vaguely aware her corporal body was weeping in pain and a series of low moans were escaping her throat.
“Oh dear, what am I to do?”
She saw the light again, and again she went towards it.
Janice had moved on, she had now mounted Luxana’s back as she lay on her stomach and she pulled back on her torso as much as she could. Luxana’s spine was quite flexible, but this was more than she could bear compounded with the bright pains in her side and leg.
She slammed back into herself with a gasp.
Wrong light…again.
Janice was cackling like Margaret Hamilton on ecstasy over top of her.
Then her face was lying against the cool oak of the table top again.
She felt herself turned over on her back.
She opened her eyes to see Janice swing above her and felt Janice’s thighs pin her arms against her body. Pain bloomed anew in her left side as her arm rested against her busted ribs.
Then the bitch was looking down on her.
Luxana saw her right hand flick out. Felt the *slap* as it connected with her face.
Then a left.
Then Janice moved down a bit and sat on her flat belly.
“Well, if I have to beat to you death to be rid of you, I’m going to get some mileage out of it, you goddamn prostie loser.” She leaned over right in Luxana’s face and spat the words at her.
Luxana could only produce a hitching moan in response.
Janice proceeded to pound her fists into Luxana’s belly, rights and lefts into every area on her stomach, up by the diaphragm, knocking the wind out of her, to down to just about where her pubes would have stopped if she hadn’t shaved. She hammered Luxana relentlessly. Then Janice lost it again, leaned over and started biting Luxana’s areola while she pounded her fists anywhere she could. Several shots got into Luxana’s cracked ribs, causing Luxana to gasp and cry out. These may have actually saved her, as the constant new influxes of pain kept her from losing herself again.
Janice bit her boobs for what seemed like hours to her. Then she stopped, smiled and rose above her.
There was fresh blood on her mouth.
“Oh no, my poor boobies.” Luxana felt utter despair.
Janice wiped the blood from her mouth on the creamy white skin of Luxana’s tits.
She then turned and sent a vicious chop directly into Luxana’s pussy.
Luxana screamed and spasmed, and she somehow got her left leg behind Janice’s head. She felt it in herself to PULL downward with all she had. Janice was unprepared for any of this, and she was not only yanked off her opponent, but Luxana managed to drive her head into the table with her leg.
Freed, Luxana scrabbled backward across the table, trying to put some space between her and Janice.
“So, still got a little life in ya, eh cunt. Well, I’ll fix that.” Janice giggled.
She stood up and walked across the table towards Luxana.
The brunette couldn’t move fast enough and Janice slid up besides her.
She pulled back on Luxana’s light brown hair and looked at her blue/grey eyes.
“You can always just quit and go home slut.”
“Never, never will I give to you.”
“Come on slut, I’m perfectly happy to beat you to death, you know that right?”
“Fuck to you. I die if I lose either way.”
“So fucking melodramatic. Just go back to where you came from and be a whore. Gotta be a better idea than dyin. Now, GIVE IT UP.”
The strawberry blonde sent a series of left hands the length of Luxana’s body, starting in the groin and then all the way up to her bloodied forehead. She liked the gasp as she connected into the brunette’s rib cage. It made her already wet coother absolutely froth.
Luxana could only slap her hands ineffectively against the onslaught. Her body flopped around on the table with each punch.
Janice mounted her hated enemy yet again.
Luxana felt the hand on her throat.
Her eyes bulged out as it constricted.
She dove again.
“OH MY GOD, FUCKIN TRAFFIC! OK, HERE THANKS!”
Roger threw the bills at the driver and dove from the cab.
The cabbie’s eyes brightened.
“This is good night! Hey thank you buddy!”
Roger was already at the door to the tower. His key card flicked out and the door unlocked.
He didn’t run across the entry atrium, no need to alarm the guy at the front desk. Guy had seen him in and out enough over the years. He waved offhand and the man, “Franklin”, Roger remembered
He reached the elevator and dinged the “up” button.
And started shifting foot to foot as the numbers descended.
Seventy Two floors up, Janice was starting to tire.
Much like there is only so much punishment a person can take, as Luxana was unfortunately finding out, there is only so much physical punishment somebody can dish out. Ali called it the Rope a Dope. But this wasn’t intentional. It was certainly not Luxana’s idea to have been beaten so…again.
Still, even though her mind was alive with the buzzing of hornets, Janice still realized she had to either knock the bitch out for good or make her quit.
At this point, she figured she was going to have to completely knock her out.
She could have just continued choking her all the way out.
Maybe she would later.
She planned on having some quality time alone with the woman after she had finished her off and the piece of shit whore admitted Janice was the better woman.
But she had something else in mind for right now.
Janice rose to her feet and turned the brunette over to her stomach. She pulled the barely responding woman to her hands and knees. She placed her head between her thighs. With the last of her brute strength, she wrapped her arms around Luxana and hauled the woman to an inverted position.
Then, she sat back.
The table shook with the impact.
Luxana’s body flopped to the oak surface and lay still.
Janice theatrically wiped dirt from her hands and looked down at the face of the Russkie cunt.
The lights were on, but there was nobody home at all.
Janice started laughing hysterically.
She shifted around till she was face sitting the beaten woman. She looked down at her vanquished enemy.
“I WIN! I WIN! GO HOME YOU FUCKIN GOLD DIGGER COMMIE SLUT CUNT! YOU LOSE! YOU LOSE EVERYTHING!”
She began rubbing her sopping pussy all over Luxana’s face.
“OH YEAH SLUT, GONNA HAVE SOME FUN WITH YOU NOW! OHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!”
“As soon as this is over, I’m going to find out how to get faster elevators in this place.”
Precious seconds were ticking away, he could feel them.
Roger ran across the floor of the office.
“If she’s harmed her…”
He heard Janice moaning in ecstasy.
“OH FUCK!”
He reached for the door and burst into the room…
…and saw his hated ex wife rubbing herself all over the unresponding face of the woman he loved.
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“Darling!”
Janice got up off of Luxana. Such a shame she couldn’t have cum first, but this had to be dealt with.
She still had plans for the slut.
Roger was always such a spoil sport, always trying not to let her have her way.
She wasn’t shocked he had turned up. Roger was a smart man at times, even though she knew he would be lost without her.
Well, he didn’t have to worry about that. She was never going to leave him by himself.
Although she was making sure he was going home alone tonight.
She slowly and sensually stood up and strutted her way down the length of the table. Her light red hair draped across her bloody face, down to her sweaty scratched tits.
“You always said aggressive women fascinated you Roger, well, I’m still your queen bitch and don’t you forget it.”
“STOP IT JANICE, you’ve beaten her, let her be!”
“Or what?” she jumped off the table.
“I’ll stop you if I have to.” and he moved for her shoulder bag.
“FUCK YOU!” She shrieked and went for the bag.
Too late, Roger was far closer.
He didn’t waste time with anything else; he just grabbed what he had seen earlier.
Janice screamed in anger.
As Roger held the gun up and far away in his right hand.
She stopped in her tracks.
“Roger...baby, you know I wouldn’t use that…”
“No, I don’t Janice. In fact I think you planned on it all along. Beat her up, then take her somewhere and kill her so she never returned.”
“No. I would have let her live if she had just FUCKING QUIT. Anyway, she’s leaving on own accord darling. We made a bet, she and I. I win, so she has to leave.”
“YOU WHAT?”
“And you know...your little idiot really is so stupid she’d just go and never come back. Fuck you Roger, I win this one. Now let me enjoy it, asshole. You know you’d let your little whore torture me to death if the sides were reversed.”
“No, I’d tell her to stop too.”
“OH Bullshit. Well, I’m going to go back over there and finish having my way with your whore. What the fuck are YOU going to do about it Roger? Shoot me?”
Roger said “I…I…”
“Hello my little mink!”
“Momma?”
“Yes my love”
“Momma, it hurts. It hurts BAD momma.”
“I know it does, little one. I know. Else I would not be seeing you right now.”
“You’re still alive Momma, why are you here?”
“Oh you silly mink. If you ever decided to be a mother, like you should, you’d know it is in the way of mothers to see their children.”
“I have lost Momma. I will be home soon. It is ok. I have enough money where we can live.”
“No my daughter!” her momma waved an admonishing finger in her face.
“Stop with that! That defeat, that self pity. It is not you. You have not lost. Not this fight, nothing. You, Luxana, you are winner. I saw it when you were young, I see it now. Your body, it is broken this minute, but you are not finished with this fight Luxana. Listen to me though Luxana, if you do not go back and deal with this. This bitch, she WILL kill you,”
“OOOOOHHHHH” Even as deep as she was, Luxana felt it when her head slammed into the table. She could tell that even if she were to try to wake up, she couldn’t. The world was closed to her.
“Am I dead now Momma?”
To her surprise, her mother laughed warmly.
“No…no. Your body is not responding, but for now you heal. No, you are far closer to life than death right now. And closer to winning this fight than you think my sweet angel. This woman, she is crazy, but she can be broken. You are stronger by far. She tires, expends so much energy in hate, while you my mink, you conserve.
Right now, she is distracted. She leaves you be. You remember how this can be, you must use your time here wisely my little one.”
“What is she doing? Why is she distracted? Is she going to hurt me more momma? The leash again? Worse?”
“Go and see for yourself Luxana. Be the fighter I know you are. I go now. Come see me when this is all over. Please?”
“NO! COME BACK MOMMA!”
“Oh, and my mink, please get married to that rich man and give me grandchild…finally.”
Luxana felt a *PUSH* as whatever force had embraced her repelled her and she swam upwards.
“YOU WHAT?”
“Who was that? Wai…Roger? Oh No, no, Roger, this was not for you to see.”
She sighed inwardly.
“Here we go again.”
One last time, she went to the light.
“OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH. FUCK! GOD TO HELP ME!”
Janice and Roger both stopped short.
Roger looked over Janice’s shoulder at the table beyond her.
Janice turned slowly, her mouth hanging open. Nothing new.
The battered figure on the table rose on its right arm.
Blue/grey eyes glared out from behind drying blood and brown hair.
“WE ARE NOT DONE BITCH, LEAVE HIM FUCK ALONE.”
“What the fuck is this? Who the fuck are you, the fuckin Undertaker? Bitch, it’s over, you lost.”
“FUCK YOU, I NEVER QUIT TO YOU. I AM LUXANA, AND THIS IS NOT OVER.”
“You can keep the gun Roger, it was only insurance anyway, but I’m going to go beat your slut hooker friend until she doesn’t move anymore, I don’t care if she’s some kind of fuckin comic book character or what, eventually, she’ll stay down. And you’re not going to stop me.”
“No, I’m not going to stop this.” Roger evenly responded.
He put the gun into his jacket, just insurance indeed.
He looked at his love. She was a mess. She had a gash by her hairline over her left eye. It had bled profusely on the side of her face. She was bleeding from her nose and mouth and she had several small cuts on her breasts. She had obviously been hit repeatedly on every part of visible skin. His heart broke for her.
“My fault… again.” He thought.
“Baby, I love you, don’t…”
And she winked at him.
And smiled. Teeth white and perfect in the crimson mask.
“My fight Roger. Let me win.”
Janice had climbed on top of the table and stormed towards the kneeling brunette.
She kicked the woman square in the face, then put her foot onto her bare chest and shoved Luxana away.
The brunette sprawled on her back on the table.
Her sweaty back.
As Janice stood above her, about to stomp her into oblivion, Luxana used the slickness on her back and slid a couple feet down the table between the strawberry blondes’ legs.
And she sat up, hard and fast.
Her head smashed into Janice’s pubic mound.
And she did it again.
Janice gasped in agony and bent forward. Luxana used her right elbow to knock her behind the knee and Janice stumbled forward. Luxana rolled on the back of her legs and she went face first to the table.
Luxana moved as fast as her body would allow her, sending her left knee into the woman’s crotch as she lay on her stomach. She punched with her right hand into Janice’s kidneys, spine, ribs, and finally a huge swinging haymaker that hit the woman on the temple.
Janice turned over in a defensive posture, and sent both clawed hands into Luxana’s brown hair. Luxana responded in kind and so, after all they had been through, these two warriors found themselves in the most primal of female fight moves.
You can bet that when the first two cave girls fought, the first thing they did was go for the hair.
Luxana this time had the dominant position, and as she tore red/blonde tresses out by the score, she sent several left knees directly into Janice’s battered pussy.
Janice grunted in severe pain, released Luxana’s hair and, in full retreat, she tried to scoot away from the Ukrainian woman.
They reached the far end of the table, and Janice tried to go over the side on her back, but Luxana placed her body across the woman’s lower legs, preventing her from completely escaping. Ignoring the screaming pain that erupted in her left side as she rolled, Luxana rotated her body upwards across the woman’s thighs and hit a direct shot with the point of her left elbow directly into Janice’s clit and pubic area.
Janice shot upright in agony, doing a sit-up on the side of the table.
And Luxana kept right on rolling, switching her left elbow for a HUGE overhand right.
Her first hit Janice directly on the nose. It was already broken, now it was pulped.
Janice gasped for air and came out with some sort of coughing moan-scream. Her eyes bugged out and began to roll in her head. Her body gave a convulsion and fell backwards.
This time, Luxana was off balance as well and both ladies tumbled over the side.
Luxana banged her head on the carpet and landed heavily on her ribs, she screamed in pain as half of her body went numb in response.
Janice by luck landed on her knees. She shook her head and crawled over to Luxana, blood dripping onto the floor from her nose and mouth.
“THIS IS IT YOU SLUT” She gurgled. “GAME FUCKING OVER.”
She crawled on top of Luxana one last time. Sending a knee into the woman’s chest again, paralyzing her for a few more moments.
She wrapped both of her hands around Luxana’s neck.
She squeezed with all she had.
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“Oh fuck, no!”
Luxana panicked for a moment. She felt the rest of her strength ebb, and she looked up at the laughing woman.
Her hands splayed out on the carpet, grasping at anything.
And her right hand found the laptop cord.
She pulled with panicked strength and felt the cord dislodge from the wall outlet and come into her hand. She wrapped it into a sling loop with the heavy AC Adaptor in the middle.
“One chance with this, please, let my aim be true. Please!”
She swung the looped cable.
The heavy adaptor hit Janice directly in her left temple.
Janice more than saw stars. She saw a galaxy. Her hands fell from Luxana’s neck.
Luxana moved the AC Adaptor into her hand and punched as she sat up, catching Janice on the side of her jaw.
Two teeth exited the other side of Janice’s mouth.
She fell off of her perch, hitting her head on the table for good measure.
Luxana rose to her knees.
She dropped the power cord. The rest of this, she had to do with her own hands.
A sharp right jab, straight into Janice’s stomach.
Then a huge right hook, directly to the side of her head.
Janice lay on the carpet, not moving.
“Hate having to make me use weapon. That your level, you bitch.
Now, give up?” Luxana asked.
Janice could not respond.
“Roger, please come here!” Luxana yelled.
He was at the end of the table in moments.
“I want you to hear this. Janice, do you give up?” she asked again, and mounted the strawberry blonde.
“No, kill me whore. Fuck you, fuck you forever!”
“Fuck me? Fuck you Janice.” Luxana snarled in a voice so savage even Roger recoiled.
“This is over, I, Luxana, have won. Roger is mine, for good, and you, get out of my boardroom, bitch!”
“Your WHAT?”
“Later Roger.”
Luxana slowly placed her left hand over Janice’s mouth and nose. The woman began to turn blue almost immediately. She made sure to place extra pressure on Janice’s smashed nose.
Janice began kicking at the floor.
Luxana reached back and grabbed Janice’s clit in between her thumb and forefinger. She twisted it over 360 degrees.
Then she jabbed her other three fingers deep inside Janice’s pussy. She went to town as only a woman possessed with anger and hate can. Anger, hate, and sharp nails.
Janice was trying to scream, but she wasn’t getting any air, she couldn’t. Her blood smeared tube socks beat a tattoo on the carpet. And her pussy was being torn apart.
“What happened? I had this whore. She was done, and then she pulls some fuckin Rocky shit out of nowhere. It isn’t fair! I won! It isn’t fair!”
She was falling fast.
“Can’t die, can’t…give..give…OH, OH, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
Luxana’s pussy attack had finally gotten too much for her.
As she began to pass out, her hand started tapping the floor.
She could barely even tell.
“Luxana! She’s tapping! SHE’S TAPPING”! Roger yelled.
The brunette removed her hand from Janice’s face; she was still tearing away at her cunt.
“YOU GIVE UP YOU BITCH!”
“FUCK YOU COMMIE, FUCK YOU, FU…YEEEEEEEEEEEESS, OH GOD YES, I QUIT, YOU WIN YOU WHORE, YOU WIN, HAVE HIM, HAVE IT ALL, FUCK, I HATE YOU SO MUCH, JUST STOP, OH PLEASE, JUST STOPPPP!”
The last word turned into a wail of agony, defeat and humiliation.
“WHAT’S MY NAME?”
“SLUTSANA! OWOWOWOWOW, PLEASE, NO, STOP LUXANA! LUXANA! PLEASE, LUXANA, STOP HURTING MEEEEEE”
“YOU DROP ALIMONY, AND I GET YOUR STOCK, RIGHT?”
“YES.” Janice could barely sob out the word.
“WHAT?” Roger said.
“I said later Roger. You heard her.”
“Yes, but…”
“But nothing. Goodnight Janice, you should change back to maiden name now!”
Luxana removed her hand from Janice’s pussy. She wiped it on Janice’s face and then she sent a series of right hands to Janice’s head until after ten or so, Janice’s green eyes finally rolled back into her head and closed for good as a series of spasms rocked her body into unconsciousness.
Silhouetted by the lights of New York, Luxana rose, arched her back to the ceiling, and raised her right hand in victory.
“Oh Roger, baby, I did it! I did it baby! I won!”
“Oh Luxana! I love you, please, I love you!” and he hugged her hard, not caring if she got blood all over him.
“OOH, OH GOD, ROGER, my ribs, I am hurt bad Roger. If I start coughing up blood, take me to hospital, please.”
He pulled her off her vanquished enemy.
“Hold on Roger, this one, she is still dangerous. I cannot let her come for me now. I am too weak.”
Working as fast as her body would allow, Luxana stood up and stripped Janice of her knee high tube socks.
“That bitch, she wore this thinking I didn’t know you loved to see me in them, she thought it was only for you and her.”
“Really? Ha, she was hardly the first to know that look made me hot.”
She used the socks to tie Janice’s wrists and ankles together. Then she grabbed the computer cord.
“Thank you for saving my life” she said to the cord, and kissed the AC Adaptor.
She used the cord now to finish tying Janice up, tightening the knots till the woman could not even move a muscle.
“I learn Roger, never leave enemy so she can rise again in fight. Janice, she did not learn.”
She flung herself into Roger’s arms, putting her good right side against his comforting weight. They held each other in the low light as New York went on about its late night business outside, unconcerned. They stayed that way for several minutes, not even talking.
Finally, Luxana stood up and said, “I need to use bathroom Roger, I am a mess. I wish to clean myself and look at myself. You keep eye on her, ok? I still do not trust her.”
“Ok Luxy, I understand, you know, you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Even now. You’re radiant.”
“Like a winner?”
“Yes, but even more so.”
“I’ll see if I can see that in mirror. I’ll be back soon Roger. Do not let her go.”
She rose and limped badly out of the boardroom. Her right leg dragged, she held her left arm close to her body, but her head was held high.
When she returned, she had washed the blood from her face and bandaged the gash on her forehead with a towel from Roger’s own washroom. She had cleaned off her boobs, most of the cuts and scratches there weren’t deep enough to matter, but blood still ran from where Janice had bit her and from a particularly savage slice near her right nipple. She had a manila folder in her right hand.
Roger was sitting at the table with the contents of Janice’s bag in front of her.
“You look a lot better. Oh baby, I’m so sorry, if I had known…”
“Stop that Roger. This tim…this time it was me. I did not have you here for that reason.”
“Yeah, but Luxana…” he put the gun on the table. It sat next to an array of huge intrusive sex toys, a tazer, rope, a ball gag, and a seven inch hunting knife.
“You could have ended up…I mean she would have…”
“I know. I am gambler Roger. You of all people know this. I put it all on the line for this and I knew it. Well, I guess I didn’t realize how far Janice was willing to go until it was too late, but once again, that is MY fault.”
“You did this for me?”
“Well...you, and your wife’s stock.
“We need to talk about that.”
“You can’t tell me no, you know.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it actually.” He smiled wearily up at her. “You earned it, and I want you around in this room. But we DO need to talk about that.”
“Talk later Roger. Follow me.”
She limped back to the end of the room.
Janice was still out. She almost looked peaceful.
Luxana sat the folder on the end of the table.
She grabbed Roger by his shirt collar.
“My pussy, it is so wet baby.” She said in his ear and flicked her tongue around his lobe.
She sank to the floor, pulling him down with her.
She leaned back on Janice’s inert body and spread her legs.
“Make my pussy feel good Roger, she hurt me so badly tonight. Make me feel better.”
Lying there in nothing but her battle stained white knee stockings, leaning against his destroyed, hated ex-wife, she was the hottest damn woman he had ever seen.
He took his pants off and fell into her.
“OHH BABY, IS MY PUSSY STILL GOOD!”
“OH YES LUXANA! OH YES! YOU’RE THE BEST EVER, NOTHING CAN CHANGE THAT, I LOVE YOUR PUSSY BABY!”
“IS IT 18 MILLION DOLLAR PUSSY BABY! BETTER THAN THIS PIECE OF SHIT! OOOOOOHHH YES!”
“You beat her in every way Luxana! Every way! I’d give every penny for your pussy baby!”
About two minutes later, he exploded like a geyser, spraying all over Janice’s back and into her hair.
Luxana put her hand between her legs, she had had three orgasms already that fast and she was dripping. She got a good handful and wiped it on Janice’s face.
Janice came to wearily, then angrily. But Luxana had set it that if she moved her head, she would choke herself, so all she could do is stare with hate,
“Get the camera Roger.”
They had found the digicam in Janice’s bag, presumably to do this exact thing to Luxana.
He was back in moments.
“Now, get as many of these as we need.” Roger clicked away as Luxana posed on top of Janice, and then posed her for the camera.
After they got maybe 50 pictures, Luxana called a stop.
“Ok, I am so very very tired. It is time to end this. Janice, the papers will be at your lawyer’s office tomorrow at 8AM sharp. If I do not have them back and signed by 4PM, I will start sending out these pictures to every single person I can think of, one every hour. Then, I will send out Roger’s security video.”
‘How’d you know...”
‘Oh Roger, I am not stupid, you cannot put one over on me.”
He smiled sheepishly.
Janice nodded that she understood.
“Now, this is over, get the fuck out of my boardroom you fucking bitch.”
Luxana dragged the woman by her hair, past her own shredded panties, past the discarded leash, past the broken laptop. She deposited her by the front door.
She gathered up Janice’s clothes and threw them at the woman.
She took a 20 out of Janice’s purse and stuffed it in her pussy.
“Cab fare, you bitch.” She kicked Janice one last time in the tits and the stomach. The woman could only cry meekly. She hadn’t said a word since she had come to.
Luxana backed away.
“Roger, give me the gun and cut her feet loose.”
He gave her the weapon and she held it on Janice as Roger cut her hands and feet loose.
“Now, take your clothes and get the fuck out of our lives. If you fuck with me again bitch, I will kill you. Do I make myself understood?”
Janice nodded and collected her pants and top.
“Go, I will be behind you. No funny stuff.”
But all Janice’s funny stuff was done. She was a beaten shell of a woman. The white hot flame she had earlier had been doused. She marched out the front door stark naked with the remains of her workout clothes in her hands and rang for the elevator.
“Get dressed in elevator. Use washroom on floor with fitness club to clean up.”
The elevator dinged, Luxana stepped in the office and put the gun behind her back. When she saw it was empty, she gestured Janice to step on. She had noted that the second she had the gun off of her, Janice flinched like she wanted to come for her again.
“Do not think about it. Be gone Janice. You still have enough to have a happy life, go do so.”
The doors closed and the elevator started down.
Luxana could hear the wail of anguish that accompanied it.
They locked the front door with the key. Janice had a pass code, and knew the alarm, but she had no master key.
“Gotta get the locks changed and alarm reset tomorrow.” Roger sighed and then laughed. There were a lot of changes he had to make here now; his Ukrainian angel had surprised even him.
Luxana and Roger went back to the boardroom and sat heavily on the floor.
They looked out at the lights in each other’s arms.
“This is the city of dreams, but these dreams can be cold and hard. Do I do this for love or money Roger? Am I still just a whore?”
“It’s ok to do it for both baby, this world is all about sex and money, and you’re just doing what you have to do. And I think you do do it for both. I do. I admit it, I love money too, I understand, and in the end, I suppose we’re all whores, and there’s no shame in that baby, there really isn’t. But whores can love, and I love you more than money Luxana. Again tonight, I realized without you, I’m emotionally poor, and that sucks too. I’d be broke for you, I really would.”
“Oh honey, I know, but let us not have to find out ok? I like making love, but making love on pile of money…”
They both laughed.
“What happened today Luxana? I mean, I guess I get most of this, but please, tell me.”
So she recounted the event of the day up until he had burst into the room.
“You saved me Roger. When I heard your voice, my momma told me it was time to fight again. I think.”
Tears were running down his handsome face.
“Oh my god baby. I can’t believe it. How can you…” he shook his head in wonder. “You’re one special woman Luxy, in every way. And remind me that when I meet your Mom, I need to thank her. She’ll have no idea why, but I will.”
“Roger, I have to go to doctor tomorrow. My ribs, they hurt so bad, and my leg…”
“I’ll have you taken care of Luxana. Is anything…”
“No, nothing is broken. I was worried about my ribs, but no. But I need to make sure. Roger, please, no more of this for me. Too many fightings; I don’t think I can fight again. I don’t want to fight like this anymore. They are like wars Roger. I can fight only in boardroom now and be lover outside, please Roger?”
“Well, Jimmy won’t ask questions, and he hated Janice anyway, he’ll take care of you, and even if you want to tell him, he’d be sympathetic. And baby, I promise you, I will never let you be hurt again. You understand I didn’t even want this. Next time, please let me handle it. There is no need for you to put your body on the line anymore.”
“Thank you baby. I will see Dr. Jimmy tomorrow. Now, after that Roger, you are taking me away for weekend? Maybe longer?”
“Oh yeah, we were going away weren’t we?”
“Yes. I am thinking I want France. Mediterranean side. I want to relax and be romantic. Can one be romantic with two black eyes Roger? I am thinking so. And this time Roger, I can pay.”
They laughed again.
“I have to come in here while you’re at the doctor ok? I gotta get things fixed here, get this room cleaned, and I’ll deal with Max Zedelman and your papers, they’re in that folder I take it? Funny, she’s his bread and butter, but Max hates Janice damn near as much as I do.”
Luxana glggled. “Tell him he can be my lawyer now. Get my laptop too, I can do work and make us money while in sun in France. After all, it is my company too now. I need to work hard.”
“I love you baby, you’re all I ever dreamed of. One in a million,”
“18 million actually Roger. Oh Roger, I have many dreams, but you have helped me fulfill just about all of them. Now make love to me baby, fuck me. Fuck me like only you can.”
He gently laid her on the carpet. Even in her pain, she did things to him with her body like nobody else could.
As he neared climax, he asked her to marry him.
She said yes.
And another dream was fulfilled.