Another day, another car sale for the no. 1 seller of cars in Long Island, the sexy Pakistani glamour model Tehmeena Afzal. She had no problems about using her assets to seal any deal, despite the jealous looks from the many wives of drooling husbands who fell for her sales pitch.
She knew she was sexy and, while taking a break from selling, walked into the office and noticed CNBC was on.
And immediately upon hearing the Indian voice, knew who it was and shared a catty comment with her coworkers.
"That bitch Seema Mody is on again? I can't stand her and her little miss princess attitude."
A male coworker always enjoyed Tehmeena's catty remarks and egged her on. "You think you could take her in a fight?"
Tehmeena paused for a second and relished the thought of teaching Seema a lesson in modesty.
"Bitch wouldn't stand a chance." The male coworker smiled and walked away with a prized auto-erotic fantasy for his next break.
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Seema Mody, aspiring CNBC anchor and socialite, finally let her friends convince her that owning a car in the city isn't actually a bad idea.
"Think about the weekends, the summer and trips to the beach." She was sold and decided to take a trip out to Long Island to a car dealership she'd heard good things about. Despite working in the financial news sector, she didn't want to spend that much so a nissan sentra would do nicely.
Seema was dressed in spring like attire, tight turqoise pants and a light, white top. The car service she took to the dealership dropped her off and she informed the driver to come back in an hour.
Adjusting her shades, Seema walked around the lot and started to search for her ideal Nissan. Somewhat disparagingly, she shook her head and walked from car to car, not quite liking what she saw.
Tehmeena spotted the potential customer and quickly lept at the opportunity for a sale. Sporting her tight low cut black top and short red skirt, Tehmeena approached Seema and asked, "Can I help you?"
Unbeknownst to Tehmeena, this was the irritating Seema Mody, who looked a bit different in her weekend wear.
"No, I'm just looking." Seema curtly replied. "You work here? Dressed like that?" Seema condescendingly asked, putting on her airs of Indian superiority.
Suddenly something registered in Tehmeena's mind, a click of recognition and she couldn't believe her good fortune. Right here, a few feet away, was Seema Mody, the bitch she loathed from the TV.
Tehmeena kept her cool and replied, "I'm number one in sales, month after month." to which Seema quickly imparted, "Selling what? Your body? Bring me someone dressed professionally. Now."
Tehmeena wasn't used to being ordered around like a servant and slowly began to simmer.
"I guess you'll want a car with curves to make up for your bony ass body." Tehmeena upped the trash talking.
Caught off guard, Seema's resolve was being tested. She'd had a number of physical altercations with other CNBC personalities and had a feeling where this may lead.
"At least I'm not a slut selling my body" was Seema's comeback as she stormed off, away from the car lot.
Tehmeena was not going to let this opportunity slip by. Looking around the lot she didn't see any customers. She frankly didn't care if they were there anyway to watch the ass kickin' she hoped to give Seema.
Catching up to Seema, Tehmeena squared her hands on her hips and yelled out, "Where are you going, you indian bitch? Running away? Afraid of these?" and projected her chest.
"As a matter of fact, no.." to which Seema arched her back and showed off her rack, thinly concealed by the white top.
The two stared into each others eyes, harboring pent up hatred and animosity for everything they saw in the other. To Tehmeena, Seema was a privileged Indian bitch who needed to be brought down to earth. To Seema, Tehmeena was a slut who had no talent. Who would make the first move of physical aggression?
Slaaaap! Seema's outstretched hand rained down on Tehmeena's face. Having a height advantage, Seema slapped her like a rich mistress slaps a housemaid. Enraged at this act, Tehmeena was ready to fight dirty and did. A quick knee to the midriff and Seema stumbled back, caught off guard by the brazen aggression.
Inching forward, Tehmeena used this opportunity to rip at Seema's white blouse, her fingers digging in to the white fabric until it finally ripped.
"Nice bra, bitch" was Tehmeena's comment as the torn shirt hung to Seema's curves, protected by a pink bra.
Embarassed and furious, Seema moved quickly to regain her composure and, using both hands, pulled down Tehmeena's black top to reveal...two humongous boobs ready for exploiting.
"No bra, bitch" was Seema's retort as she focused on clawing away at Tehmeena's exposed nipples.
Crying out in pain, Tehmeena staggered back under the full frontal assault of Seema. Feeling empowered, Seema thought back to her days in India when she'd see her older female relatives abuse the staff and spat out into Tehmeena's face.
"Slut. I'm going to expose you for the slut you are." And with that, Seema was able to bring down Tehmeena's shirt to her waist, her now topless body a prime target.
But Tehmeena was no pushover and growing up in the NYC area made her tough and resourceful. "Bitch thinks she's all that, well..." with a quick uppercut Tehmeena slammed her fist into Seema's face, causing the TV star to relinquish her tit grip.
"...let's end her TV career!" Another punch to the face and Seema was trying to step away, while protecting her face with her hands.
"Awww, am I hurting your precious fucking face? People not going to watch you on cnbc now?" The shorter Tehmeena rammed her shoulders into Seema's mid section and the two crashed onto the pavement of the car lot, rolling around in a furious ball of hatred.
Seema's white shirt was now off, her turqoise pants turning black from the ground and Temeena was on top and topless.
"What kind of pathetic tits do we have here?" she mocked, ripping Seema's bra off from the middle until it snapped.
"Those aren't even dumplings compared to my twins" Tehmeena taunted as she twisted Seema's nipples. Straddling her with her full weight, Tehmeena slammed her ass into Seema's midsection while pinching her nipples.
Kicking her legs to try and dislodge Tehmeena, Seema could only squirm and not remove the determined car saleswoman.
"Why don't you go back to your car service, back to your NYC apartment and stay away from tough real bitches like me in Long Island!" was the parting advice Tehmeena had for Seema, who still could not overpower her captor.
"What do you want? Let me go!" Seema barely managed to speak under the power of Tehmeena's boobs, boobs that now swung and knocked Seema's face repeatedly.
"Just to see bitches like you squirm and be brought down to earth. Literally."
Seema cried and started to scream for help. Realizing that this was after all her place of business, Tehmeena pulled her up by her hair, gave her a firm kick in the ass and sent her on her way, forced to roam around Long Island topless. The bra and torn shirt were Tehmeena's trophy that she bought back to the office...
an office that featured male coworkers who watched and saw everything that just transpired.
