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About two years ago I was the manager of a chic women's clothing store
on the uptown strip and if you think running a small dress shop is easy,
think again. It was mid December and in the heart of our busiest season for
sales when the incident I'm about to explain took place. I had several
extra girls on the payroll to accommodate the Christmas shoppers and while
most of them were good, there was one that right from the first day had been
nothing but trouble.
Her name was Courtney and she was a young, wild, free spirited little
bitch with big tits and a chip on her shoulder to match. She refused to
wear clothes from our store, claiming they were for old ladies in
wheelchairs and to emphasize her point, she usually came to work in scant,
sleazy outfits that not only turned the women customers away, but brought
men into the store just to follow her around. She ate up the attention
while raising the shackles of the other girls in the store who constantly
complained to me about Courtney's antics on the sales floor.
That Friday, Courtney was scheduled to work a five to nine shift and
when she walked in the store, I knew immediately that I was going to fire
her. She strutted in wearing a slinky black spandex miniskirt, sheer black
silk blouse that you could plainly see her bra through, spiked heel black
pumps, and black pantyhose with seams up the backs of her legs. Her blonde
hair was teased and spiked and her makeup looked like it had been layered on
with a paint roller.
I called her into the back room to fire her but we got busy on the
floor so I had to put her on hold until later. The customers kept coming
and before I knew it, it was after eight so I decided to wait until I closed
to terminate her.
At nine p.m. sharp, we closed the doors, lowered the lights, and I sent
Susie and Kim home for the night. Courtney started to leave with them but I
told her to wait because I needed to talk to her privately.
After insuring everything was secure out front, Courtney and I went
into the back room which was not much bigger than a small apartment size
bedroom with two desks, a table, and several stacks of boxes filled with new
stock.
I sat at my desk and Courtney was leaning against one of the stacks of
boxes smoking a cigarette and looking at the clock on the wall impatiently.
I was a little nervous since I'd never fired anyone before and I pretended
to be finishing up some last minute paperwork while frantically searching my
brain for just the right words to say.
I finally got up from my chair and leaned against the edge of the desk,
folding my arms across my chest as Courtney crushed out her cigarette in the
overfilled ashtray atop the boxes.
"Look Courtney," I began tentatively, "we here at Le Shoppe try to
convey a particular image to our customers, and frankly, the outfits you've
been wearing just aren't cutting it."
"There's nothing wrong with the way I dress, Amanda." She shot back
vehemently, "Susie and Kim are just jealous of me."
"Whether they are or aren't isn't my concern," I said, confident now
from my opening statement. "I'm only concerned about what's best for the
store."
Courtney stood up straight and haughtily cocked her hands on her hips.
"Well I'm not changing the way I dress for anyone." she hissed.
"I knew you wouldn't, that's why I've made the decision to terminate
you as of tonight." I stated with finality.
Maybe I was too naive, or just blind, I don't know, but it never
occurred to me that the situation might get out of hand and that she would
actually try to start a fight with me. I guess I felt invulnerable as the
store manager, I don't know, but I do know that what happened next caught me
totally off guard and unprepared.
Courtney stepped right up to me and slapped me across the face with a
wicked right that snapped my head to the side. "You arrogant, pompous
little bitch!" she hissed, "I should rip your fucking hair out!"
Being a hot tempered redhead, I didn't think before I acted and
instantly my hand shot out with a similar blow that stunned Courtney. This
was followed by a brief period that I'm sure was only two or three seconds
but what seemed like an eternity where we both just looked at one another
silently. I thought that now that frustrations had been vented, the
situation would calm down and all would be well. You see this kind of thing
all the time in movies and on T.V. where one girl slaps another, gets
slapped back, and that's the end of it. That was not to be in this case and
little did I know that within the next several seconds, we'd be rolling
around on the floor of the small back room, locked in a wild hair pulling,
clothes ripping catfight.
Courtney glared at me as we stood facing one another and then, without
warning, she slapped me again even harder than the first time. I slapped
her right back just as hard, outraged that this blonde bimbo had the
audacity to strike me in anger in MY store.
At that point the party was over. Courtney let out a blood curdling
scream as she dove at me with her long fingernails poised for the attack.
She caught me before I could dodge and entwined both her hands in my hair,
pinning me against the desk. I was leaning backwards and had no leverage as
she leaned into me with her body weight, jerking my head from side to side
by the hair.
I was actually sitting on the desk and my legs were spread as Courtney
held her ground with her tall spiked heels dug firmly into the carpeted
floor. She was like a crazed animal, hissing, spitting, and calling me
every name in the book as she savagely ripped and pulled my hair. My legs
were kicking and flailing wildly as I writhed, squirmed and struggled in an
attempt to wrestle free while clawing at Courtney's hands which were
hopelessly entwined in my long red tresses.
She finally lost her balance when she jerked my head too far to one
side and I managed to get my left foot against the wall. I pushed off hard
and slid over the top of the desk, sending papers all over the floor.
Courtney almost fell, unable to keep her balance perched atop her five inch
heels, and as she dropped to one knee, I rolled off the desk on top of her.
What a picture we would have been had anyone walked in on us.
Courtney, in her short little mini skirt and sleazy black nylons; and me in
high heels, pantyhose, and a dress that was now up around my waist, locked
together in a vicious catfight on the floor.
Neither of us were able to gain a quick advantage as our nylons
entwined and we ripped and pulled at each other's hair with both hands. Our
bodies were tightly locked together and our faces were nose to nose as we
grunted and swore at one another, each determined to emerge the victor.
We rolled over and over, back and forth on the floor, knocking over
boxes and scattering papers in our wake. Courtney was strong, fast, and
knew her way around a catfight as I soon found out the hard way. Somehow
she managed to pin me against the wall on my back and as my left leg
instinctively shot up to try to kick her off me, she pulled her one hand out
of my hair. Instantly pain erupted in my left thigh and the sound of
ripping, popping nylon momentarily drowned out our grunting and panting. I
know I must have let out a blood curdling scream as her long fingernails bit
deeply into the tender flesh of my thigh.
Looking down, all I could see was the bare flesh of my thigh where only
a second before there had been nylon. Three long parallel red scratches ran
almost the entire length of the gaping hole that had been ripped in my
favorite pair of pantyhose. Tasting blood now, Courtney wanted more. She
twisted her upper body and went for my injured leg with both hands as I
struggled on my back with her body weight atop me.
Again the sound of ripping nylon as Courtney savagely went for my left
leg but I countered before she could do anymore damage. I reached up and
grabbed a handful of blonde hair and pulled her back down to the floor with
me, but now her back was to me. Like a cat, my legs wrapped around her
waist from behind and I dug my claws into her hair with a vengeance as she
screamed and writhed about trying to escape my catlike clutches.
Courtney used her long nails to claw at my legs and locked ankles until
I finally released the short lived scissors hold. She spun on me quickly
and fell atop me as once again locked legs and began pulling one another's
hair in classic girl fight style.
My legs hurt bad but I couldn't let up for a second or I'd be at
Courtney's mercy so I fought on with everything I had. We soon reached a
point where the hair pulling just wasn't enough and we began slapping and
clawing at each other's faces, each desperately trying to inflict enough
pain on the other to win.
We grabbed, slapped, pinched, clawed and bit at anything and everything
as we wrestled about, locked in total combat with each other. My pantyhose
were shredded, my shoes were gone and my dress that was still rolled up
around my waist was also ripped from the right shoulder down across my chest
leaving my slip and bra exposed to Courtney's ever clawing hands. My blonde
opponent didn't look much better as I'd managed to put a few nice runs and
holes in her sheer black nylons and I'd nearly shredded her black see
through blouse that now hung in tatters from her shoulders.
Finally we broke apart and gingerly got to our knees facing each other.
I thought I'd get a slight breather as we regrouped but Courtney had other
ideas. She lunged at me and grabbed my hair with her left hand. Bunching
up her right hand into a fist, Courtney unloaded a wicked right to my
stomach that doubled me over. She instantly jerked me upright by the hair
and punched again as I tried to constrict the muscles of my abdomen to
absorb the blow. Again she jerked me upright and when I put my hands to my
stomach to try and block the next punch, Courtney threw a right at my chin
that sent me reeling backwards against the desk, dazed and in trouble.
I saw her smiling . . . still holding a fistful of my red hair in her
left hand, taunting me. She thought she'd won but I wasn't finished yet! I
mustered all the strength I had and got to me knees. Courtney
unceremoniously threw the clump of hair on the floor and raised her hands to
a ready position with talons outstretched. I didn't have to wait long for
her to attack as she dove at me almost immediately. I was weakening by the
second and I knew if I was to have any chance at all, I'd have to end the
fight quickly before my body reached the point of total exhaustion.
In a desperate last ditch effort, I pulled out all the stops and dug
deep into my bag of dirty catfighting tricks. With my right hand tightly
entwined in Courtney's blonde hair, I reached up under her mini skirt and
grabbed at her crotch. She let out a screech as I pulled as hard as I
could, grabbing a handful of panties and pubic hair all at the same time.
She must have come six inches off the floor from the pain as I dove at her
and deftly tackled her onto her back for the kill.
Nylon popped and Courtney screamed as I continued the brutal,
animalistic attack on her vulnerable pubic area. She wildly slapped and
clawed at me but I was oblivious now to all, save for ending the long,
painful battle. Courtney wriggled, squirmed, bucked and pumped as she
frenetically flailed her arms and legs in a desperate attempt to connect
with something that would quell my attack, but I relentlessly mauled her
like a jungle cat.
Suddenly I saw nothing but stars as one of Courtney's punches landed
solidly on the side of my head. I rolled slightly to one side and that was
all the opportunity the blonde needed as she flipped me over and gave me a
taste of my own medicine.
Pinning me on my back, Courtney sat on my chest facing my feet. She
quickly and methodically ripped away what was left of the upper portion of
my pantyhose and set to work on destroying my little bikini panties that
were no match for her clawing hands. The fragile pink silk undies held fast
though as the bitch brutally dug her talons into my pubic hair. I bucked
and pumped and with a lucky shot, somehow managed to catch her neck with my
legs. I locked my ankles behind her neck and after a few seconds of intense
struggling, finally managed to pull her down. We rolled to one side and with my legs still around Courtney's neck, I
attacked her thighs with not only my fingernails, but with my teeth as well.
It had finally come to this. There I was . . . a twenty five year old
businesswoman, wrestling half naked on the floor in a sixty-nine position
with another half naked woman, each of us biting and clawing at one
another's cunts, ass and thighs. Hardly a cover shot for Fortune 500
magazine.
We were both sweating profusely now as we battled on in our double head
scissors. Courtney's nylons burned my ears as I tried to twist my head from
side to side in order to break away and the more I struggled for my freedom,
the more tightly she squeezed her thighs together around my head.
We were both past the point of pain now as our sordid private catfight
wore on and on with no end seemingly in sight. My body was totally depleted
yet my legs still somehow found the strength to stay locked around my blonde
opponent's head. My slaps had no power to them and did no damage at all to
Courtney even when they did manage to connect with something. Courtney's
slaps were growing just as weak and about the only useful weapons we had
left were our fingernails and teeth which required little strength to use
effectively.
After several more minutes locked in our sixty nine position, we
finally separated and gingerly got to our knees. Keeping a careful eye on
one another, we each sat back on our heels with our bare, swollen titties
heaving up and down as we tried to catch our breath.
There were no mirrors available, but as I looked at Courtney, I thought
to myself that if I looked half as bad as she did right now, I'd need six
months to recover. Her hair was matted and spiked and stuck out in every
direction with bare patches of scalp where chunks had been ripped out. Her
body was a road map of red scratches from her face to her knees and her
reddened, swollen tits sported teeth marks that I actually couldn't even
remember putting there. All she had on now were her panties and even they
were sagging and had holes in them.
I quickly glanced down at my own body and a chill went through me at
the sight of all the scratches, bruises and red hand marks. I too had been
stripped all the way to my panties though mine were in slightly better
condition than Courtney's. We stared at one another for a long time without
speaking or moving until I think we both realized we each wanted to quit but
neither wanted to be the first to admit it.
Courtney slowly started to get up and I tensed, expecting an attack at
any second. "Who needs this fucking job anyway." she stammered, out of
breath.
"Get your stuff . . . " I sneered. "and get the hell out of my store.
Courtney stumbled as she got up and almost fell against the wall.
Turning to face me, she smiled, and before I could do anything to prevent
it, she kicked me in the stomach with more power than I thought she had left
in her. I reeled backwards and hit the wall hard and instantly was set upon
by the blonde who had done nothing more than trick me into thinking the
fight was over.
She once again dug her claws into my hair and I into hers as we began
rolling around on the floor in our death fight. Managing for a second to
gain the upper hand, I used the advantage to throw my best right cross to
Courtney's face. My fist thudded into her cheek with surprising velocity
and for just a split second I thought I saw her eyes cross from the impact.
Sensing the kill was at hand, I threw several more rights and added a hard
left that finished her off once and for all.
Completely limp now, I released her and backed off. She groaned once
and without waiting to see if she was coming around, I kicked her hard as I
could in the ribs to make sure she didn't get up. I got to my desk and
called the police to have the bitch removed from my store.
Looking at my felled opponent, I smiled a smug smile and thought for a
moment about a career in boxing.
THE END
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