I didn't think much of it when I extended the invite to Laura, a neighbourhood waitress we'd become friendly with. I just mentioned we were having a little house party that weekend, and she should come by if she wanted to, and then kind of forgot about it. So I had no idea what I was kicking off.
It wasn't that Laura tried to make trouble. She just rubbed some people the wrong way, apparently. A petite little 26-year-old blonde, she was friendly in a way that some other women thought was flirty.
One of those women was our friend Ronnie, who'd been known to make a few catty little comments when we'd all been out together at the restaurant where Laura worked. As it happened, the 30-year-old brunette was the one who was closest to the door that evening at our place, when the doorbell rang. And so when she opened the door, Ronnie was the first person to learn that Laura had taken me up on my invitation.
It didn't help matters that, not uncharacteristically, Laura was dressed differently from the other, slightly older women in our group - her black minidress and fishnet stockings standing out in contrast to Ronnie's casual jeans and black sleeveless top.
Overcompensating a little, Ronnie made a show of being glad to see her, giving her a welcome hug and leading her toward the kitchen to get a drink. The she excused herself, stepped into a side room, and pulled out her phone.
"Guess who turned up?" she texted another of our friends, Jessica. "Everyone's favourite skanky waitress! Maybe if our guys don't show her enough attention she'll leave soon."
Unfortunately, Jessica had left her phone sitting on the counter in the kitchen - right by where Laura was pouring herself a drink. And so Laura couldn't help but see the text flash across the screen, stunning her so much that she spilled a bit of gin on the counter.
She was hurt, understandably, but tried to make the best of it - hanging out with my wife and me, joining a few other conversations, trying to seem her usual perky self. But she could take a hint, especially one so unsubtly if inadvertently delivered.
"Thanks so much for having me," she said. "I promised some other friends I'd meet up with them tonight, so I gotta scoot."
"So soon?" Ronnie said, having been in earshot. She put a hand on Laura's back. "Let me walk you out!"
As they reached the front door, Laura couldn't help herself and turned around. "I saw your text," she said. "You should grow up."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Ronnie said. "But you should probably go. Maybe you've had a bit too much to drink?"
"How insecure are you?" Laura shot back.
"Leave!" Ronnie said back, sharply, wrapping an arm around Laura's shoulders and trying to steer her out.
"I WAS leaving!" Laura said, her voice rising as she shook Ronnie's arm off. "But you're not making it easy!:
"Keep it down - you're making a scene!" Ronnie hissed back at her, and this time she grabbed Laura and tried to forcibly push her out.
At 5'7 and 125 pounds, the brunette was taller and heavier than the 5'2, 105-pound blonde, but Ronnie wasn't a terribly intimidating presence - she was thin but a little soft, and the lack of any noticeable muscle betrayed that she was the sort of girl who could get away with never going to a gym. Laura may have been tiny, but she was comparatively compact and toned, and to Ronnie's surprise she failed to push her out the door as Laura held her ground.
"Oh, I'm sorry, am I embarrassing you?" Laura said, and for the first time she put hands on Ronnie, pushing her away. "We can't have that!" she said, shoving her again as Ronnie took another step backward.
Laura was fired up now, and spotting that there was a small den room right near our door, she charged toward Ronnie and pushed the startled brunette back into it, then shoved her away and closed the room's door behind her. "Now we won't have to disturb anyone," Laura said. "So why don't you say whatever you want to say to me, or are you too much of a cowardly bitch to say it to my face?"
"I'll say whatever I want to you!" Ronnie snapped. She was really angry now, and escalated things further by taking advantage of her longer reach to slap Laura across the face.
Laura stumbled back a step, recoiling, and then her eyes flashed with anger and she lunged forward.
Ronnie took a step back and extended her arms, her longer reach allowing her to grab the shorter woman's the shorter woman by the shoulders and hold her at bay for a moment. "Just calm down," she said, her tone patronizing but betraying a hint of nervousness as well.
Her words were met with an annoyed grunt, and Laura bulled forward enough to be able to grab hold of her in kind. They both pushed against each other, and it was Ronnie who found herself being pushed backward again.
Letting out a gasp of her surprise as her back hit the wall behind her, Ronnie grabbed onto Laura's hair with one of her hands. "Ouch!" Laura yelped as her blonde ponytail was yanked. But pressing forward with her body to keep Ronnie against the wall, she was able to reach up and with some effort pry her hand away.
Their arms struggled in the air for a moment, until the wiry little blonde bent Ronnie's wrist back - then slapped her slender arm against the wall and pinned it there by the wrist. For good measure Laura grabbed Ronnie's other hand and did likewise with it, and the brunette found herself held firmly against the wall.
"Fuck, you're stronger than you look," Ronnie said with frustration and a hint of admiration, as she tried unsuccessfully to squirm free.
"Maybe you're just weak," Laura replied with a little smile of satisfaction. "Too weak to be acting like a bully."
"I'm..." Ronnie started, but Laura interrupted her by releasing one of her hands and driving a fist into her flat but slightly soft stomach - not hard enough to really hurt her, but enough that she felt Ronnie's knees buckle a little.
Satisfied, Laura let her go and took a step back as the brunette slid down. "Are you sorry? Is that what you were going to say?"
Ronnie was now sitting on the floor at Laura's feet, her back still to the wall. When she didn't immediately reply, Laura prodded her with the toe of one of her knee-high boots.
"Okay, yes, I'm sorry," Ronnie said. "Now please leave."
Laura shook her head and turned to walk toward the door. "No wonder you're so insecure," she said. "Couldn't put up much of a fight if I DID try to steal your guy, could you?"
That was more than Ronnie could let go, and without really thinking she took off one of her flats and flung it at Laura, hitting her in the back of the head.
"What the fuck?" Laura cried out, stumbling a step forward and then wheeling around as she rubbed the spot where it had hit her.
Ronnie wasn't sure what else to do, so she took off the other shoe and flung it at her too, except this time Laura saw it coming and batted it away.
Now it was obvious neither woman could let this go yet. Ronnie scrambled up to her feet before Laura had a chance to move in on her, barefoot while Laura was still in her knee-high boots, reducing the height advantage slightly as they stared at each other.
"You know what? You're going to have to go through me now if you want to get back to your precious party," Laura said sharply.
"And you're going to be sorry you ever showed up here," Ronnie huffed back.
"I'm getting pretty excited about kicking your stuck-up little ass around this room," Laura shot back, and took a step toward her.
As she approached Ronnie stepped forward too, and this time used her longer reach to grab Laura in a headlock. It worked, sort of, but when she tried to use it to swing Laura to the floor the blonde kept her feet and managed to grab Ronnie in the same hold.
Now they were both trying to swing each other down, stumbling around locked onto one another. For a moment Ronnie was able to use her leverage to gain an advantage, throwing Laura a bit off balance. But then Laura gritted her teeth, planted her feet, and with a burst of energy overpowered Ronnie and flung her to her knees.
Ronnie's hold was broken as she went down, but in a way that worked to her advantage. Just as Laura was about to come down atop her and flatten her from behind, Ronnie flung back her elbow in desperation. Intentionally or not, she connected with Laura's crotch - not hard enough to do any serious damage, but hard enough that the blonde released her grip and stumbled backward clutching herself.
"What the fuck?" Laura demanded as Ronnie scrambled away on her hands and knees, then stood back up and turned to face her.
"Oh, please," Ronnie replied. "I doubt that's the worst thing that's happened down there."
Sensing a moment of vulnerability for Laura, Ronnie advanced toward her ready to finally teach the younger woman a lesson. But Laura was really mad now, and without warning she ran a couple of steps toward Ronnie and jumped into the air straight at her - her legs wrapping around the brunette's midsection as Ronnie found herself supporting the full weight of the blonde's small frame.
Or at least she supported it for a moment, until she staggered backward and fell onto the leather couch behind her, landing flat on her back along it with Laura atop her.
Straddling her midsection, Laura grabbed Ronnie's wrists and pinned them to the armrest behind her head, leaning over her.
Ronnie squirmed and bucked, digging her feet into the upholstery as she tried to get leverage, but the smaller woman held her firm.
"I could stay here all day," Laura taunted her, bouncing a little for effect. "And maybe I will, unless..."
Midway through her sentence, she was interrupted by Ronnie, her frustration reaching a boiling point, spitting in Laura's face as it hovered over her own.
"Ew!" Laura cried out, instinctively letting go of one of Ronnie's wrists to wipe her face off. At which point, all pretenses of claiming the high ground surrendered by now, Ronnie used her free hand to punch Laura in the chest.
It wasn't all that hard, especially since Ronnie was punching upward, but it did startle Laura further - enough to cause her to jump up with a yelp, allowing Ronnie to quickly squirm out from under her and onto the floor.
As Laura leapt to her feet, clutching her chest, Ronnie somewhat wearily scampered back toward the door, in a sort of crabwalk as she kept her eye on her antagonist.
"Goddamn, you fight dirty!" Laura exclaimed. "Punching my tit??"
"Not much of a target, if you ask me," Ronnie replied, taking a shot at the little blonde's modest chest. "I can't believe you flaunt that body around like that."
"What the fuck is your problem?" Laura shot back, still standing over her. "And what have you got that's so great? You know what? I want to find out!"
Laura got down on her haunches, snarled a little, seeming almost feline. She was so mad now that she wasn't quite herself, and lunged toward the brunette. Ronnie scampered to her knees to meet her lunge, because she really didn't have much choice, but before she knew it Laura was all over her - womanhandling her, twisting her over, pulling her black shirt up over her head, and as the brunette struggled to break free from it grabbing the back of her bra and unhooking it.
Laura jumped to her feet and pulled Ronnie's top the rest of the way over her head and off, tossing it aside, while keeping hold of her bra in the other hand. So the brunette found herself on her hands and knees, topless, staring up at the smaller blonde.
Looming over her, Laura could see that Ronnie's dangling breasts were bigger than her own, but small enough that she could get her back for her earlier taunt. "You talked some shit for a...34B," she said, inspecting the bra in her hand.
By this point Ronnie had gotten up to her knees, allowing her to cover her breasts with her hands, and though she was too proud to beg, her eyes widened in a way that pleaded for a bit of mercy.
"You want me to go and leave you to your friends?" Laura said. "Okay. But I'm taking this with me as a souvenir - you can explain to them why your little tits are hanging out."
For the second time, Laura turned and stepped toward the door into the hallway - and for the second time, Ronnie felt too humiliated to let her. "GIVE IT BACK!" she yelled, flinging herself forward and grabbing onto the blonde's legs, trying to tackle her to the ground.
When Laura kept her feet, raising the bra out of her reach Ronnie dug her nails into her fishnet-covered thighs.
"Goddammit!" Laura exclaimed, teetering a little. Tossing the bra away to the far side of the room, she grabbed each of Ronnie's hands to loosen her grip, then gave up on that and used one of her hands to grab Ronnie by the hair and yank her head forward between her thighs.
As Ronnie realized what was about to happen she redoubled her efforts to wrestle Laura down, but not for the first time since she'd gotten herself into this mess she realized she wasn't strong enough. Instead, Laura was able to clamp her thighs together on either side of Ronnie's head as the brunette let out a gasp.
Laura shook from side to side a couple of times, Ronnie trying in vain to pull her legs apart as her she was pulled from side to side.
"How much more do I have to beat your ass?" Laura said with some mix of exhilaration and exasperation, and then she got an idea to make good on exactly those words.
Somewhat slowly and carefully, because she really wasn't looking to seriously hurt anyone, Laura dropped downward onto her knees, successfully managing to flatten Ronnie as she did so. Embarrassingly under the little blonde's control, Ronnie found herself on her stomach, Laura kneeling on her shoulders in a backwards straddle.
Pinned down, Ronnie put her palms on the floor and tried to push up, but got about an inch off the ground before collapsing back down again, kicking her feet in frustration. Not that Laura was that concerned - she was busy grabbing hold of the waistband of Ronnie's jeans with both her hands.
With some effort, Laura managed to wrestle the tight jeans down Ronnie's hips a bit, then a little more - and courtesy of the ostensibly conservative woman wearing a surprisingly skimpy thong, got more of a view of than she'd expected.
"Oh, *I'm* the naughty one!" Laura exclaimed, but she had more in mind than just to expose a bit more flesh. Having taken Ronnie down in proximity of one of the brunette's discarded shoes - which she was still mad about having had flung at her head - Laura reached over, grabbed it, and smacked the sole of it across the brunette's pale buttocks.
Ronnie let out a loud cry and started squirming and bucking more frantically under Laura, but she still couldn't dislodge her. Instead she got another smack with the shoe, and then one with Laura's open hand, and then another with the shoe...and before long she was reduced to little more than kicking her feet in frustration,
Laura softened the smacks with both the shoe and her other hand a bit, and in the tone of the gasps below her she started to wonder if maybe Ronnie was discovering some kind of submissive side."You finally done," she said, "or you enjoying this or something?"
She was too busy talking to notice the door slowly opening behind her.
Jessica, the intended recipient of that earlier text, had faintly heard some commotion from the other room and ventured over to check what was happening. Now she was staring flabbergasted at her friend - barechested, barefoot, and more or less bare-assed - being spanked by the neighborhood waitress.
"What the..." Jessica mumbled, and Laura quickly turned around to face her.
Ronnie, despite her rather obvious obvious predicament, did her best to play it cool. "Uh, a little help, please?" she said as though surprised her friend hadn't immedately understood what was going on and lent a hand. "This one attacked me!"
"Hey, I..." Laura started to protest, but after a moment's hesitation Jessica cut her off.
"Get off her!" she said sharply, nor giving the little blonde any time to actually do so - instead raising one of her sneakered feet to Laura's midsection, and using it to shove her off to the side.
Laura quickly sprang to her feet, raising her hands up in defence as Jessica stepped toward her. Again she started to protest, but again she didn't have much time to get words out. Nor was there much else she could do. Ronnie's friend and newfound protector, similarly dressed in jeans and a white tank top with long reddish blonde hair, was about the same height and only slightly heavier than the brunette. But she was a bit more solidly built - enough that she wasn't about to be impressed by Laura's strength, the way Ronnie had been.
Instead, it was the smaller woman who this time found herself quickly overpowered, to the point of just about being rag-dolled. When they grabbed hold of each other, Jessica's height and strength advantage allowed her to quickly throw Laura off balance, swinging her one way, the other, then throwing her to the ground.
Nothing if not quick and feisty, Laura jumped right back up again without even breaking her motion, then lunged right at Jessica. But she was quickly wrapped up by the bigger woman, and steered around so that she wound up pinned to the same wall she had pinned Ronnie to earlier.
"Nice one!" Ronnie called out airily. If she was embarrassed by her friend so easily handling a woman who had been dominating her moments earlier, she didn't show it. Worn down from that fight, and evidently confident Jessica had matters in hand, she also hadn't moved much from where Laura had left her - still lying on her stomach as she watched the other two, and having moved only enough to pull up her pants and to reach out and somewhat langorously grab her top, which she held in her hand ready to put on.
"Can't fight your own battles, huh?" Laura called over to her, which earned her a slap across the face before Jessica went back to using both hand to hold her firmly against the wall.
"I think you need to apologize to her," Jessica said evenly, looking Laura right in the eye. "And then get out of here."
"I don't know," Laura replied, a bit breathily. "This is a pretty fucked up party, but I'm kind of having fun."
There was an odd pause for a moment, all three women silent and the two who were grappling staring at each other, before Jessica snapped out of it. "Tough shit!" she said, then took a step back and roughly pulled Laura away from the wall, throwing her to the floor.
Laura started trying to scramble up again, but Jessica reached down, grabbed her hair with one hand and the strap of her minidress with another, and started dragging her toward the door.
As she was involuntarily crawling across the room, though, Laura finally managed to plead her case. "I didn't pick this fight! She did!" she protested. "She tried to push me out the door! Check your damn phone!"
Her hand already on the doorknob, as the other one still clasped Laura's hair, Jessica paused. "What's she talking about?" she asked Ronnie.
"Beats me!" the brunette replied as nonchalantly as she could muster.
Truth be told, Jessica had been suspicious about this encounter from the time she'd stumbled in on it, even if she'd gotten a bit heated in defence of her friend. She'd heard Ronnie make a couple of nasty comments about Laura before, and they seemed unfounded to her, since Laura had always seemed nice enough to her. Now, sizing up the situation, she got the distinct impression Laura's version was more honest than Ronnie's. And never having been a fan of her friend's occasional cattiness, let alone having to fight her battles for her, she was starting to regret jumping in.
Jessica opened the door, but rather than dragging Laura out with her she let go of her hair and stepped out by herself. "I'm gonna go look at that phone," she announced, and closed the door behind herself.
"Wait, what?" Ronnie called after her.
Hurriedly she pulled on her top, foregoing the bra for now, and scrambled to her feet. Luckily for her, a somewhat sore and bedraggled Laura stayed a moment too long on her hands and knees where Jessica had left her, her back to Ronnie.
Maybe Ronnie should have tried to rush past her out the door, but given the way things had gone earlier she instead evidently decided it was best to avoid her adversary getting off the ground and coming after her again. So just as Laura started to rise up a bit, Ronnie put her foot on her back and pushed her back down - flattening the off-guard blonde.
"Not so tough now, are you?" she taunted, albeit a bit tentatively, pressing her weight down as she kept her foot atop Laura, standing to her side.
"Careful," Laura grunted. "I don't know if your girlfriend's coming back to save you this time."
"I don't need her to," Ronnie said, "But she will. It's not like what I texted her wasn't true."
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Laura said through gritted teeth. "I'm not after your damn men! I don't even *like* men!"
Ronnie had not anticipated that particular twist, but it didn't take her long to put two and two together in her head. "Oh, so THAT'S it," she said. "That's why you were getting all touchy and trying to take my clothes off. You wanted ME!"
"Don't flatter yourself," Laura shot back. "I can do a lot better than a soft, weak, small-titted, prissy little bitch like you."
"Fuck you!" Ronnie blurted out, seeming to lose her cool. Lifting her foot off Laura's lower back. she kicked her in the side. "You'd be lucky to have me!"
Laura hadn't been putting up much fight, for a few moments there, but Ronnie had pushed her luck too far with the kicking, which had been hard enough to anger but not to really hurt her. Popping upward to a sitting position, she grabbed Ronnie around the waist and shoved her backward a step, using her leverage to jump up to her feet herself.
Ronnie took another step back, raising her hands in front of herself defensively. Laura was between her and the door again, and the blonde thought she saw the brunette looking past her toward it. "You gonna make a run for it?" she taunted.
"Nope!" Ronnie replied, and taking a surprise step forward slapped Laura across the face.
Laura's head snapped back a little, but then with fire in her eyes she stepped through another slap and grabbed hold of the taller woman.
Ronnie grabbed her back, and held her ground with everything she had, but as they wobbled around she could feel herself being overpowered yet again, and was just managing to avoid being swung to the ground. And so she went with the one escape plan that sprung to mind - letting go with one of her hands, reaching down and then shoving it up Laura's skirt.
Laura gasped and flinched as Ronnie reached her target and started desperately rubbing her fingers into her, the two women now standing in place. "Yeah, like this isn't what you wanted," Ronnie asserted, feeling in control again for moment.
"Like hell it is!" Laura exclaimed. Recovered from the shock, she grabbed hold of Ronnie's wrist - and before the brunette knew it the angry blonde had not only yanked it away, but twisted it so that Ronnie found herself spun around with her arm being somewhat painfully held behind her back.
Now she was the one in a bit of shock, and she didn't have time to recover before Laura reached around her with her other hand, yanked up her top and grabbed her by one of her breasts,. "I think you're the one who wants something," she said as she squeezed it.
"No, I..." Ronnie started, but she didn't complete her protest before Laura slid her hand down her stomach and snaked it inside Ronnie's jeans.
"You were saying?" Laura said, as she got inside Ronnie's underwear. To her only slight surprise, she found moisture greeting her fingers, and all the more so as she gave the brunette a rub.
Ronnie moaned and wriggled and half-heartedly tried to pull Laura's hand away with her free one, and when Laura pushed behind her back a bit while sticking her foot in front of her, she went down to her knees.
Laura released Ronnie's hand to instead put her own hand on her brown hair, holding the kneeling woman in place while she stood behind her, then using her grip to tug Ronnie's head back so they saw each other eye to eye.
Ronnie might have been able to pull free, since the grip wasn't very hard, but by this point both women knew that any more fighting would just be an ass-kicking, and she seemed to welcome the alternative.
"Oh, what the hell," Laura said, as Ronnie looked up at her wide-eyed, breathing heavily. "I've had worse." Leaning down she put her mouth on Ronnie's.
Before Ronnie could full process it they were lustily kissing each other, and then after a little session of that Laura pulled back. "You're a better kisser than you are a fighter," she said, "not that that's saying much.
"But I guess there's a better way you could make up for being so rude to me," she added. While keeping her grip on Ronnie's hair, Laura stepped around so she was in front of her, pulled Ronnie's top over her head and off, hiked up her own little dress, and pulled Ronnie's head inside it.
And so it was that a couple of minutes later, when Jessica finally decided she'd probably better check back on what had become of this situation, she opened the door to find her once-haughty friend lapping at the woman she'd tried to bully earlier, as she knelt topless before her.
It was a scene that made Jessica's mouth drop fully open this time, and she spent a moment trying to figure out if she needed to intervene again. But from Ronnie's body language she looked eager, and with neither woman having seemingly noticed her Jessica backed away again.
A while later a few of us were standing out in the kitchen when I asked if anyone knew where Ronnie had gone, and Jessica gave me a funny look. "You wouldn't believe..." she started, obviously pausing to try to figure out how much to say.
Just then Laura and Ronnie both wandered into the room together, the brunette a step behind the blond. Ronnie seemed to be doing her best to look pulled together, but she was uncharacteristically a bit disheveled - barefoot, her hair mussed, a sliver of skin showing between her pants and her top.
"Hey, Laura, I thought you had to run?" someone asked.
"I convinced her to stay!" Ronnie replied.
"She did!" Laura replied, and then to my surprise at least put a hand in the small of Ronnie's back. "Let's get another drink," she said, and Ronnie followed her away from us.
