Excellent writing. It's of a quality that is rarely seen here these days.
Kristen had just moved to Chicago a few months ago to take a job with
a large law firm specializing in corporate takeovers, pulling down
$160,000 a year. 25 and fresh out of Harvard Law School, she fit the
aggresive Type-A power woman mold to the T. 5'7", 120 lbs, blonde and
tanned, she could often be found strutting around the financial
district in pinstripe power skirtsuits and high heels. At night, if
she wasn't working late on a deal, she could be found in the VIP
section of various local clubs, sipping on Grey Goose at $400 a bottle
before taking a lucky guy back to her River North high-rise condo.
She'd been East Coast old money all her life, and had been marching
down a path she'd been groomed for since birth.
Bridget couldn't hardly have come from a more different background.
She came from a blue-collar family of meat packers that got hit hard
when the Union Stockyards closed down. Growing up in Canaryville on
Chicago's South Side, the 5'3", 110lb redhead depended on her
scrappiness to make it through her public school years. Nevertheless,
she was extremely smart, and earned a full ride to college to study
Finance. She was accepted early into UChicago Business School, and
at age 23 had just started a $120,000 a year job at a major investment
bank, working on takeover defenses. Nevertheless, she never forgot
where she came from, she continued to live in her Canaryville home to
take care of her three younger siblings.
It was inevitable that Kristen and Bridget would meet, since they
worked on opposite sides of the takeover table for the giants of their
industry, both of whom had space in the same office tower. At first
they barely noticed each other, since neither were the principals on
the deals they would work on. As both gained more experience though,
they would find themselves head to head more often. Kristen knew that
she had 4 inches on Bridget naturally, and would always wear her
highest heels and the shortest skirts she could get away with to
emphasize her long legs and tower over Bridget in meetings. What
Bridget lacked height, however, she made up for below her neck.
Bridget sported a generous and surprisingly firm pair of 34DDs on her
chest, which dwarfed Kristen's toned but lesser 32Cs. To emphasize
this, she wore the tightest blouses she could find, and undid the top
three buttons, giving the impression that her top was about to burst
at the seams.
One night, Kristen and Bridget were both working late in their offices
on the same matter, Kristen was representing a large software giant
that was looking at a hostile takeover a smaller competitor with some
valuable intellectual property; the smaller company had engaged
Bridget's bank to assist with the defense. They had been in meetings
with each other all day, as as such were dressed in their full battle
outfits. As Bridget went to leave for the night at about 1am, she was
startled to open her office door and find Kristen standing there,
towering over Bridget with her 4" heels.
"Can't believe you're still here, with my client's money and
resources, your little outfit doesn't stand a chance. Save your time
and go back to slums," Kristen said with contempt.
"And how about that pharmaceutical giant, and that Japanese carmaker
before that. I'm pretty sure their targets are still independent, and
they had more money than your Microsoft wannabe," Bridget retorted.
"You cheated! Snuck poison pill language into the Articles of
Incorporation that would have made the company worthless if we bought
it!" Kristen was getting extremely aggravated now.
"The judge didn't seem to think it was cheating! And it seems that
not even your repeated bending over the plantiff's table could
convince him otherwise!"
SMACK! Kristen blindsided with a brutal open-handed slap from the
right. Bridget though was used to getting in fights, and knew that
massive early retaliation was the way to end this quickly. She struck
quickly with a big sweep of the right leg, catching Kristen right
behind the knee and knocking her to the ground. She stepped forward
and planted her left high heel right on Kristen's solar plexus. For
the first time, she looked down at Kristen.
"You fucking bitch!," Kristen tried to cry, struggling with Bridget's
foot on her chest, "I ought to call the police, except that means I
won't be able to kick your ass!"
"Lot of talk coming from someone stuck on the floor. Maybe you should
go squeal, it'll..."
Bridget was abruptly cutoff as Kristen, having caught her breath,
reached up, grabbed Bridget's foot, and gave it a vicious twist at the
ankle. Bridget lost her balance, and toppled to the ground. Right as
Kristen was about to roll over and pin Bridget to the ground, they
heard the sound of a janitor's floor buffer down the hall. Both
rolled to their feet, and attempted to straighten their suits and
blouses.
"Look, this isn't over, just because we got interrupted here," Kristen said.
"Hell no it ain't!" Bridget yelled, slipping back into her South Side
dialect from growing up. "There's this place way down South, where
83rd Street hits the lake. There used to be a big steel plant there,
but no one has been there since this big music festival last summer.
It's big, open, and deserted"
"And how do I know you won't jump me on the way there, you cheating cunt!"
"There's a hole in the North side of the fence we use to get in and
out. From there, you'll be able to see me standing in a streetlight,
waiting in plain sight to kick your skinny little ass! 1 hour from
now, 2am."
Kristen agreed, and the two left for home to prepare. Bridget went
home to Canaryville and had to sneak into the house so as not to wake
her younger siblings. She crept up to her room, hung up her work
clothes, and sat naked on her bed deciding what to wear for the fight.
She decided to play to her roots, and put on a white underwire bra,
low-cut white wifebeater, black thong, cutoff jean shorts and a pair
of beat up Chuck Taylors. Frugal from growing up poor, she took a bus
to the lake shore site. As she rode, everyone else lucky enough to be
on the bus at that time couldn't help ogling the cleavage that was
barely contained by her wifebeater.
Kristen meanwhile went back to her condo and stared out the window,
looking at the skyline and deciding what to wear. In the end, she
changed into an all black designer-label outfit of a compression tank,
no bra, thong, tiny workout short and sneakers. She took a taxi cab
down to the designated area, as she didn't feel comfortable riding the
bus through some of the not as good neighborhoods that it would pass
through. She found the hole in the fence, just where it was
described, and peered through to find Bridget standing there in the
flickering orange street light. She climbed through and stood face to
face with Bridget.
Bridget stepped forward until she was toe to toe with Kristen. Behind
a stone-faced glare, she said, "we fight until you quit or can't fight
any more."
Kristen quickly retorted, "well, in that case we're not stopping,
because you're gonna be the one submitting. Unless, of course, I
knock your cow-titted ass out first."
"Just try it bitch!" Bridget said as she backed up and clenched her
fists, readying herself for Kristen's attack. Just like at work,
Bridget was a defensive specialist at heart, and would be looking to
take advantage of Kristen's mistakes.
Kristen immediately put up her fists in a mid-level guard at about
shoulder-level and rotated on to the balls of her feet. Bridget
didn't recognize this clear sign that Kristen has had some MMA
training, she sprung forward and stung Bridget with two quick left
jabs to the cheek. Kristen followed this up with a snap quick to
Bridget's right side that caused her to stumble back a few steps.
Before Bridget knew what was happening, Kristen had Bridget's head
down in a clinch and began driving her huge knees into Bridget's
oversized tits, knocking them right out of their underwires.
Bridget grimaced with each shot, if she didn't figure something out in
a hurry, this fight would be over before she even landed a single
shot. As she was getting rocked by knee after knee though, she
noticed something, Kristen's clinch had brought her kidney within
striking distance of Bridget's fists. Swinging her whole body,
Bridget swung both fists and, one after the other, hammered them into
Kristen's kidneys.
Kristen immediately recoiled in extreme pain from Bridget's kidney
shots. Bridget, not quite having recovered enough strength to land
fully upright, launched headfirst at Kristen. Her spear hit Kristen
right in the abdomen, sending both women hard to the ground. Bridget
was on top however, and she quickly took advantage of this to grab
Kristen by center of the shirt with her left hand while using her
right to hammer the other woman in the face. Cuts quickly formed over
both of Kristen's eyes, and she was blinded by the blood that began to
run down into them.
Now Kristen was in trouble. She started thrashing around, all her MMA
training going out the window once she could no longer see her
opponent. She began to fear that all hope of winning was lost.
However, in an ironic twist, her fates top when her compression top
tore at the back, leaving her topless but giving Bridget nothing to
grab on top. She quickly kicked her legs straight out, hitting
Bridget in the torso and sending her backwards. Kristen got up,
rubbed the blood out of her eyes, and stood there topless, ready for
round two with Bridget.
Sorry for ending here. I've started a lot of stories that have sat on
my hard drive half finished, so I promised I would post whatever I
finished by the end of this plane ride. I'm going to post the rest
regardless of feedback (well, not totally regardless), but I would
appreciate any commentary.
Excellent writing. It's of a quality that is rarely seen here these days.
Wow, very nice story, please post the second part soon!
Very much liked the build-up, two very different characters clashing. The fight going back and forth and getting more and more viscious.
Can't wait to see them rip their tits off and the loser getting gang-banged by the janitors. Or anything else you've planned for the second part of the story :-)
The kind of story that I like, two women that hate each other meeting in a no holds barred battle with no one to interupt them. Your set up and descriptions of the fighters is great. I like that they start dressed and then lose there clothes during the fight. A very good start and I am looking forward for the continuation of the story.
Myfordi
Nice start and build-up ... looking fwd to a rough catfight with some dirty humiliation for the loser ... winks! :-)
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Jessie
A straight bitch is just one who hasn't tasted pussy yet!
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