Impromptu Acquainting
It had been about three months since Jeane’s last fight with Linzi had occurred, it was one of the most vicious short spectacles that Vazquez had ever witnessed between two of his girlfriends. In the end Jeane had won the nastiest fights he had witnessed a long time as the raven haired Jeane tore Linzi apart. Linzi put up a good battle but in the end she passed out from the pain.
In Vazquez social circle it was not uncommon for the men in the underground group to introduce his women to other men’s women. One such man was Claudio Innacioa an Italain shipping company magnate living in Vancouver BC. He had one woman name Celea who had a few battles as well, from the sounds of things the women were about the same size in height and weight, and Celea had been in her share of fights as well that were the nastiest Claudio had seen in a few years. The shoulder length chestnut haired woman had the tenacity of a wildcat. It was no secret that Celea had spent time in a relationship with Claudio.
Vazquez mentioned about his recent meeting with Claudio to Jeane. Jeane knew his social circle and what it represented. Claudio had mentioned his acquaintance with Vazquez and she had heard of him before and it was no secret the kind of social circle that he was in. Claudio wanted Vazquez to understand what Celea was into, he presented him with and audio tape of interview he had done with her about year earlier. Vazquez gave an audio tape of an interview he had done with Jeane almost a year earlier.
Each woman on the tape was open and honest in what the intended to for her protégé who would be a sponsor for her activities. It was a candid talk, Claudio and Vazquez knew that deep down arranging a meeting between the two would be a vicious introduction. Each presented the meeting to his woman, it was up to each whether they wanted to meet as the presented the audio tape of the other woman to his woman.
On Celea’s taped interview she could be heard talking with Claudio about her style and tactics she used in her fight. She was very tooth and a nail together with hard slapping and hairpulling.
Jeane had a similar preference as far as style and tactics, hairpulling and slapping where referenced however she said she enjoyed using her claws and her fangs.
One part of the interview that resonated a deep impact with Celea as Jeane’s interview she referenced her nasty desire in ripping every last shred of egg from a rivals sanctuary. Celea understood what she meant.
During Celea’s interview Jeane picked up on her reference of destroying every ovary in her womb. It left Jeane speechless; she understood exactly what Celea was inferring. As Claudio drove the small Mazda Miata MX-5 sports car with Celea in the front passenger seat headed to the out of the out of the way warehouse. Meanwhile Vazquez drove his small Toyota GR Supra sport car with Jeane sitting next to him in the front passenger seat.
Celea first-time meet and greets were more to get a feel of an opponent, she to see if it would work out. She had been down this road before, often times a prospective opponent would back down or not even show up. For first time meetings she found something simple was fine she selected a skirt and old tank-top and pair of flats, her undergarments consisted of a bra and a thong. She decided to file her nails both fingers and toes, the flats were toeless meaning they also exposed her sharp toenails. The flats she wore a generous base that provided a soft cushion the main strap covered the arch of her foot and helped keep the arch centered straight had a thin strap that helped to secure the flats to the back heel of her foot and ankle, they were comfortable walking and moving.
Jeane also preferred the laid back feel of first meetings; she didn’t overdress; never did for first meetings. They were what they were, a chance to introduce and be introduced to a new opponent. She felt safe in and old off the rack skirt and old sleeveless blouse, she selected an ordinary bra and pair of separate panties. She was a practical dress preferring a nice pair of flats she dug out of her closet that morning. She sharpened her fingernails and toenails her open toed flats would also expose her toes and sharp toenails also. Like with Celea’s flats Jeane’s was of similar design, had a rugged base but yet was comfortable for walking and an additional strap designed for the back of the ankle as it secured the flat not only across the arch keeping it centered and straight but along the heel of her foot and ankle also.
The two agreed to a meeting a small warehouse building near the Canadian and the United States border during the next weekend to have a brief chat as they each discussed doing a fight in front of the social circle that Vazquez and Claudio belonged to within the next two months.
With luck Vazquez and Jeane arrived first, he pulled his care in around the back of the warehouse pulling up close to the buildings read door. The building which has a for sale sign in the font was a surplus real estate that Claudio owned for a few years. The GPS had save Claudio and Jeane time in navigating the small city streets to the parking lot.
They sat in Vazquez’s car waiting for Claudio and Celea. He fidgeted a little in the driver’s seat as Jeane took his mind off the wait by hugging and caressing him to help pass the time. They didn’t have to wait long as Claudio arrive in his sporty Mazda Miata as they car pulled into the parking lot Claudio drove around to the back of the empty warehouse and park his car not far from Vazquez Toyota sports car.
Vazquez opened the driver’s door and Jeane opened the passenger door, each climbed out of the car, Jean carried a small shoulder bag that she draped over her right shoulder. Not far away Claudio and Celea got out of their car as well Claudio closing the driver’s door and Celea closing the passenger door. She too was carrying a shoulder bag over her right shoulder as well.
Each one stood about 5’7-5’8 and weighed about 130-ish. They weren’t dainty by any means but each looked fit and the way they moved and walked each had air of confidence that emanated from the graceful movement.
Vazquez spoke first “Hello Claudio, glad to see you made it”. Claudio “glad to see you too”. Vazquez then said “this is Jeane”. Claudio then introduced himself to Jeane “I’m Claudio charmed too meet you, and this is Celea”.
Both glanced over one another taking in the others height and figure. Jeane had a curvy bust but Celea’s bosom was a little larger. Jeane gave Celea a catty grin as Celea returned a catty smirk in reply. Vazquez suggested “shall we get out of the sun and allow the ladies to get a little more acquainted with one another.
Claudio nodded and led Celea inside the empty vacant warehouse building stopping only long enough to unlock the steel entry rear door. He enjoyed had his arm wrapped around her back as side by side they stepped inside just a few paces behind were Vazquez and Jeane who were arm in arm as he led the way with Jeane wrapped in his arm as she clutched him back. He let the door close behind them as they followed Claudio and Celea back to an area of the building that was the office area. Oddly enough not all the furniture had been removed, there was still a desk and chairs set up as well as armchairs and a recliner, loveseat and sofa. The four moved into the office area of the warehouse as they went into the office Celea turned and hung her shoulder bag on the coatrack near the door hanging it form one of the pegs. As Vazquez and Jeane walked in she slid off her shoulder bag of her shoulder and used one of the other pegs of the same coat rack.
Jeane silently observed the traditional burgundy colored skirt that Celea wore it was of respectable length the hemline ended at mid-thigh, Celea noticed the conservative attire that Jeane wore, and her forest green colored skirt was also demure looking certainly not all that showy as it tapered to mid-thigh length. The seams of the skirts were certainly stretched to the maximum though as it covered the curve of their hips and solid buttocks….it certainly helped to dissipate body heat that was generated by walking as like with most people the generated heat through friction of movement and neither by any means was a stick figure.
Jeane and Celea glared silently at each other as her protégé attempted to make her comfortable in the cool office.
What stood out on each woman was not waist down, for Celea was her large 40E bust, the rich burgundy colored tank top she wore was an older one, from years of wear it had the fabric had some knick from many times going through the spin of the washing machine and the tumbling of the dryer and was not as crisp as it was when it was new. The thin spaghetti style straps that held it up on her shoulders were enough to cover it but she relied on her bra with a standard 1 ½ inch underwire to keep her bra under her tank top in place to provide comfort and support as the main clasp pressed tightly against her upper back’s spine helped to cuddle her bosoms from the sway of gravity with every step forward.
Jeane’s blouse was an old blouse she had folded in the draw at home in her dresser. It was a plain olive green blouse, the sleeves had become a problem many years ago and she opted to give it a re-design with a pair of scissors removing the arms, the collar also become frayed and no longer was the crisp contours of the original designer, the thread that held the neck button on the collar had broken some time before……the only thing that held the respect with the 4 other large buttons that secured the front of the blouse together and to prevent her 38D bust from having an accident moment. With a aid of a decent off the rack bra one that offered to the proper support and comfort with a nice 1 ½ inch under wire combined with the shoulder straps to keep the bra in place and the main clasp on the back strap on the bra pressed against her back’s spine secured it in place helping to cradle her twins from bouncing with every step.
Jeane spoke first “I heard so much about you”. Celea replied “I heard so much about you too”. Vazquez “I took the liberty of giving Claudio the interview you had done for me when we first met”. Jeane looked at Vazquez “was that the short brief one or the longer detailed one going over my complete interests sugar?” Before Vazquez was able to reply Celea spoke her mind “it was the one you had talked at length about shredding out the eggs of your opponent’s blessed little sanctuary cupcake”. Vazquez replied “the full unabridged one with your interests”. Jeane looked at Vazquez and responded “I see”.
Claudio than spoke “yes it sounded open and honest” he looked at Celea “and of being candid of course I had given Vazquez audio tape of the interview I did with you too”. Celea then turned to Claudio and asked “was that the short one or the more detailed one sweetie?” Before Claudio could answer Jeane spoke “it was the interview you gave out of ripping out your opponent’s ovaries from your bun maker honeybunch”. Claudio quietly replied “it was the more detailed interview”. Celea looked in Claudio’s eyes and took a moment and answered back “I understand”.
Neither one seemed to care, what was done was done, it was all water beneath the bridge at this point, no sense in crying about spilt milk. Neither could blame her guy either for spilling the beans….perhaps it was better that way even if did mean the possibility of spilt blood from herself or the other, preferably from the other.
As Celea and Jeane gave each other a look over each could feel the other woman’s eye narrow on her like an expensive piece of filet mignon on the butcher’s case at a cheap supermarket display case. Neither on was shy about making remarks or with a reply either. Celea and Jeane were intelligent and new what men loved and how to please them and get what she wanted in the process.
Celea spoke first “well aren’t you rugged and menacing looking shrew, fortunately I am not afraid of rabies”. Jeane snapped back a reply “you seem to be built like a brick shithouse….fortunately I know how to tear down even the best laid bricks”. Celea returned Jeane’s comment “you’re more than welcome to try, others have tried and they paid a horrible miserable price”. Jeane retorted “there are a couple of old sayings, good deeds don’t come cheap and misery loves company”.
Jeane’s eyes narrowed in hatred as did Celea’s menacing stare she returned. Jeane said “you know snuggles I’m going to tear you apart. Celea answered back “all the best parts of you are going to look like they were stitched up like a drunken cosmetic surgeon”. Jeane snapped back in reply “you more than welcome to try bitch, you know my background and skills, I will gut you alive, somehow; I don’t think a gynecologist will be able to repair all of the damage carve into you”. Celea retorted “bring it honey I will leave my initials not only on you but in you as well”.
Each was not only measuring each other physically but psychologically as they stepped forward on their inevitable confrontation. It was as of two high speed bullet trains on the same track headed in opposite directions to a center point that lay between them. The chestnut haired woman was unafraid as the unnerving raven haired woman. Celea stepped in and snatched the raven hair of Jeane’s scalp as Jeane lunged forward grabbing the chestnut hair of Celea’s head and tugged viciously With their free hands they landed a devastating volley of forward and backhanded slaps bring a combination of hisses and snarls and growls as they cheeks turned a bright red from the others offending limb.
The two petulant antagonists’ traded hard snappy crisp slaps to each other’s faces, the two perspired sweaty warriors as seat soaked Celea’s light sky blue eye liner and eye shadow as Jeane’s own mascara was being streak by her perspiring sweat. Neither hesitated form their toe to toe and face to face confrontation neither one hesitating for a second nor did either attempt to step back in an attempt of self-preservation.
As they continued their close struggle they grabbed the others neck and their sharp nails dug into the flesh of the other one’s throat preventing her from escaping as she dug her claws in and each screamed bloody murder as the other one’s talons pieced the soft tissue of her throat and neck each woman feeling he manicured cut of her nails as they dug in as each gasped in pain as the sharp points dug in cruelly into her soft throat.
Claudio and Vazquez remained away from the two warring women giving each ample room to move as Jeane raked her sharp finger nails down Celea’s left cheek leaving a trail of 3 bloody welts that leaked scarlet red…….it brought a cry from Celea’s mouth as she retaliated without a 2nd thought to defend herself, she raked her own sharp nails across Jeane’s side of her left cheek from ear to her chin leaving 3 welts as well that leaked scarlet bright red that just seemed to spurt from the fresh wounds that brought a cry from Jeane’s quivering lips.
The two grabbed a fistful of head hair from each other’s scalp and pulled hard as they slammed into one another. Each groaned and squealed in agony as they pursed her lips to prevent herself from crying or screaming in pain. Celea’s hands grabbed at Jeane’s frayed collar of her sleeveless blouse and her slender fingers wrapped around Jeane’s bra shoulder straps and she violently pulled. Jeane just gritted her teeth and growled in agony as she could feel her under wire dig up under her orbs as she winced as Celea pulled and twisted. Jeane’s thing taut fingers wrapped around the thing spaghetti straps of Celea’s tank top and she pulled up not only own the tank top but she sized the shoulder straps of Celea’s bra and twisted up with equal violence. The underwire of Celea’s bra dug up under her mountain like twin peaks as Celeas could only grit her teeth as she struggled to absorb the agony of Jeane’s torturous grip.
Each woman’s underside of her twins felt like they were piece of parmesan cheese being grated and shaved as she could feel the sweaty underside of her breasts being shaved by the inflexible underwire of her bra. The two stumbled throughout the confines of the office pulling and being dragged as a few smaller office chairs were knocked aside quite violently by the two battling antagonists.
The two swore and cursed each other as they dragged the other forward as she herself was pulled in tighter to the semi-circle. In the melee that continued not only did Jeane’s blouse get ripped apart but so did Celea’s tank top each assaulted the others full woman sized titflesh tearing each other around by the bra she wore, but using the other woman’s bra as weapon. Not only were the underside of each woman’s mammaries were sweaty, they were seepjng blood and lymph that were leaking from the wounds left by the underwire of the bra strap.
In addition to the abuse they were handing out the other women’s tits, they also were getting a clawing and gouging in return as each woman dragged her razor sharp nails into one another’s precious bosom both across and up and down heavy twins.
From between Celea’s clinched teeth she snarled out “you fucking dirty pig” to which Jeane spat back from her own clinch ivory of her own teeth “God damn fucking cow” as each woman tried to survive a hastily improvised get acquainted meeting set up by her protégé.
Both men stayed out of each woman’s way as the sprawling bitches both ended up fighting up onto the solid oak desk. They soon began eachanging a series of hard punches below the other one’s ribcages, neither wanted a broken hand so the settled on punishing the others soft fless of her belly, hips and sides and lower back, Celeas looked as if she had more height than that of Jeane pushed the inhospitable bitch on her back across the solid oak desk on her back. Her bare knuckles punched Jeane’s cheek bruising her cheek in the process, she decided to go for the win and desperately crawled up on Jeane who was sprawled on her back on the desk.
Jeane proved just how cagey she could be as Celea crawled up on her to pin her between her solid legs Jeane responded by grabbing her wrists and arms and proceeded by kneeing the beefy built brunette in her buttocks and lower back. Jeane’s knees found her lower spine and tailbone as the brunette was smacked forward by the tyrannical brunette. Each woman grunted with gasps as her abuse breasts smack hard together. Celeas thrashed wildly in the pinned brunette under her.
The melee was wild and women diabolical as Celea was pissed off at the catty bitch below her and drove her fist hard into Jeane’s haw. After a good 3 or 4 solid punches Jeane was effectively technically knocked out and could not fight back. Both mean rushed forward to break up each woman and pulled them apart. Nothing was settled that day as it was not a sanctioned fight but just a brief meeting between two proposed opponents who wanted another piece at of each other in a paid fight that both mean agreed would be set up within a month between at the insistence of each woman. As each struggled to sort out what was left of her clothing the parted with the determination to meet in agreed fight with an audience sponsoring each in a hosted formal fight.
