Mad Women, Ch. 5
This is a work of fantasy and the human imagination.
The summer after her second year at Barnard, Daniella got a job working for summer housing. Girls from all over the region came to the city in the summer for band camp, and basketball camp, and summer studies, and all sorts of other things, and a lot of them stayed in the college’s dorms, which were mostly sitting unused. The boss of summer housing was a woman named Kendra. She was middle aged, and it seemed like she had been in charge since she’d graduated from Barnard—back whenever that had been. She had black hair that hung in loose curls down past her shoulders, and at one point, Dani was sure, she had been a very attractive woman, and now she looked like a 40-year-old woman who had once been very attractive. She was also a regular runner and very fit, with the typical lean body of a long distance runner. Dani herself looked much the same as she would later, when working at Abraham and Weiner, the advertising firm on Madison Avenue. She was a beautiful young woman of Colombian descent with hair that was naturally very curly and an extremely light brown, which she wore long, and a strong, athletic body that was still quite curvaceous, with womanly hips and a very large, firm chest. She had a small nose with a bit of an upturn at the end, prominent cheekbones, and bright brown eyes.
During her initial interview, Dani had thought that Kendra had quite liked her. There had been another student sitting in on the interview, a Southern beauty whose name was Sydney and who was Kendra’s right hand woman, Dani would learn later, and Sydney had made it very clear that she did not like Dani. She had given her the evil eye the whole interview, but evidently Kendra’s liking her had outweighed Sydney’s disliking her, and Dani was in. She was assigned to work the front desk at their busiest dorm during the day shift, and she’d assumed that meant that Kendra had thought that she was capable and dependable. But then, during their first staff meeting, Kendra had been unclear about something, and Dani had asked some questions. Sydney had been helping to run the meeting, and she had told Dani to shut her mouth, and Dani had replied in kind, and it had devolved from there until Kendra regained control and moved them all on the to the next point. Kendra had glared at her the rest of the meeting, and then afterward she’d held Dani back and said that she didn’t appreciate her “showing her up” like that in front of the staff and that if Dani had a problem with her policies, she needed to come speak with her in private. Dani had legitimately just wanted to understand the late policy, but she had known that she was permanently on Kendra’s bad side now. The next day, she had worked a summer studies check-in run by Sydney, who had given her the worst tasks, glared at her, looked her up and down judgmentally, and just very openly done everything she could to make sure Dani knew she was unwelcome there.
Dani had never been in a fight with another woman before she came to college, but her first year at Barnard had been quite the initiation. Her first fight had been in September, only a few weeks into the semester, when she had gone with some friends to an apartment party off campus. This other girl had been eyeing Dani, and then when she was standing in line for the bathroom this girl just shoved her for no reason and called her a bitch, and they had gone at it. They had rolled on the floor, pulling hair, and thrown each other around and then Dani got her with a few good punches and put her down. Dani had heard about this sort of thing, but it was the first time she’d seen it in person, and she’d found the violence, the engagement, with this other woman exciting rather than terrifying. There had been one other fight her first year, which she had won, and then two more during her sophomore year, in which she had fought the same girl twice, beating her once and being beaten later when the girl had come after her for a rematch.
That summer before her junior year, working for summer housing, Dani soon found herself at the bottom of the pile. Kendra had pulled all of her paperwork from her shifts her first week and found a mistake—Dani had switched up the first and last name of a girl who had checked in for a chess tournament—after much searching, Dani was sure. She was officially written up and moved off the day shift and onto a floating shift. She alternated working evenings and overnight, so that sometimes she went up to 48 or even 72 hours without a shift and sometimes she worked two shifts in a row, but because midnight was a new day, she wasn’t eligible for overtime according to the college’s rules. And, she was now well below full time. She could have gone to them for help, but they were already unhappy that she had taken such an “unimportant” job for the summer—they had expected her to work at a law firm, something that she could use to move in society and prove how hard a worker she was—and she wasn’t about to tell them she was struggling even with this job that should have been below her. As far as she was concerned, though, she was doing fine; it was Kendra’s being a bitch that was making it difficult for her.
And then, one weekend in the middle of June, a summer flu had swept through their staff and they came up short for a big basketball camp. Dani had been called in, and she was made to count and sort the room keys and meal vouchers they gave to the girls as they arrived. And even though she was stationed in a back room, working with the girl who used her fingers to count vouchers, it had seemed like Kendra found every opportunity to walk by and give her a withering look. Her right-hand girl, Sydney, was one of those out sick, which made Dani curious how Kendra had even found the time. Then, one of the girls at the front desk had suddenly started vomiting in the middle of the shift, and Dani found herself thrust into action. An errand girl came and summoned her to the dorm’s foyer, where they were running the check-in.
“Let’s see how she holds up under pressure,” Kendra said, staring at Dani condescendingly.
At this point, Dani had had more than enough. “Better than your face has,” she replied without thinking, staring right back at her.
“What did you say?” Kendra asked with a huff, tilting her head and crossing her arms across her chest.
“What, is your hearing going to?” Dani answered. The best way to respond to a female bully, in her experience, was to bully her right back. The month of nasty comments, side-eyes, and gossip all came to a head. “You going to just stand there with your mouth open?” Dani continued. In for a penny, in for a punch. “You’re going to let the flies in.”
Kendra stared at her, as did the other female staff in the room, half of whom were trying not to laugh and half of whom were staring at her just as maliciously as Kendra was. Then Kendra stormed out of the room, stopping at the door to tell Dani to follow her. “The rest of you stay here,” she added. “She and I need to sort this out.”
Dani followed her out of the conference room and down the hallway, neither of them saying another word. They went down the hall and around a corner toward the back of the dorm and then Kendra unlocked what seemed like a random storage room. “After you, bitch,” Kendra said, gesturing with her arm, and Dani went inside. Flipping on the lights revealed an empty storage room, maybe thirty feet on each side. Kendra shut the door and locked it and turned to face her. Both of them were wearing their blue and white Barnard polo shirts, Dani’s stretched tight across the fullness of her chest where Kendra’s was not, and their brown shorts, both of them very short in the women’s vanity and femininity. Their rage hung in the air between them. With what resembled a snarl, Kendra pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor by the door, then took off her jewelry and rings and laid them on top. “You going to face me like a woman or like a little girl?” she asked Dani, who, with a smile, did the same with her shirt and jewelry. Then, looking to one-up her, Dani took off her bra as well and stood topless before her. Kendra returned her smile and did the same, and then Dani backed up into the middle of the room and Kendra slowly followed her. They stood like that for a second, each evaluating the other, Dani with her large breasts and enormous areola and her wide, strong hips, Kendra with her small breasts and large nipples, her flat stomach and narrow hips, surprisingly fit for a woman who was most likely on the other side of forty. Both of them wore tight short-shorts, white, that showed off their feminine backsides quite well. Here, too, Dani had the more fully developed attributes of the two women, which she had always enjoyed showing off when they were working together.
“You’re not the first little girl I’ve had to put back in her place in my time here,” Kendra said, “and you won’t be the last.”
“I’m bigger than you are, and I’m going to retire your old ass today,” Dani replied, sticking out her large chest and shaking out her arms, which made her firm breasts wobble slightly.
They both brought their fists up in front of their faces and began circling. Dani threw a left jab and caught Kendra in the mouth, rocking her head back, and she followed it up with a wild right that Kendra dodged. As the brunette was stepping aside from the punch, she hit Dani in the side of the face. Dani stumbled and Kendra came after her but she circled away and the two of them reset. Dani threw another left at Kendra’s face and this time she slipped it and clipped Dani across the jaw with a right. It hurt her and Dani covered up and Kendra was all over her now. She was throwing wild rights and lefts and Dani put her face down and covered herself with her hands and took the punches to her arms and shoulders. Dani was weathering the storm and she was about to hit back when Kendra changed tactics and slugged her in the stomach. The blow was hard and Dani reflexively shifted her hands down and ducked her head and Kendra nailed her in the center of her forehead with a punch. Dani’s head popped straight up and now Kendra hit her with a right and a left to her large exposed breasts and then got her with a right in her mouth. Pain was exploding all over her body and Dani went over backwards.
Dani lay on her back, stunned, blinking, staring up at the fluorescent lights, and for just one instant she noticed that the one directly above her was flickering. And then the head of curly brown hair appeared over her, blocking the light, the face in shadow, and Kendra’s coarse voice said, “We’re not done, bitch.”
Kendra bent down, meaning to pull her up by the hair, but Dani kicked at her and rolled away, intending to come up to her feet at some distance. But the older woman was on to her plan and she leapt into her as she was rising. With a loud smack, the two of them went back to the ground. Kendra went to pull her hair but Dani used her momentum against her and flipping herself sent the other woman rolling past her and into the wall. Kendra hit the wall hard and sat leaning against it, stunned, and Dani was on her knees, watching her. She made herself rise up to her feet and go after her but Kendra was recovering quickly. Dani threw a kick at her face but she got her hands up and blocked it. The force of it still rocked her, though, and Dani followed it up with a kick from her other foot aimed at her ribs. That one struck home and Kendra grunted in pain. Dani kicked her again in the same place and then she fell upon her. Kendra was caught against the wall with her legs underneath her and Dani perched herself on her, pinning her against the wall. Kendra moaned and scrabbled at her back but Dani pushed her into the wall. She grabbed hold of Kendra’s dark brown hair with her left hand, holding her head in place, and with her right she slammed her fist into her face over and over with short, quick punches. Kendra’s head was against Dani’s chest so that Dani was staring down at her and Dani paused her hitting her as her shoulder began to ache and burn. She took note of the spread of the other woman’s hair on the top of her head, noting a few grey hairs and wondering if the stylist had missed those. And then, as she was about to resume punishing the older woman’s face, Kendra reached up and grabbed hold of her breast, pinching a great mass of the flesh from the side.
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Dani rolled onto her backside and scooted away from her opponent. She was gasping in pain and holding her wounded breast and as she looked down to check herself Kendra threw herself into her with a shriek like a falcon. The collision put Dani flat on her back and drove all of the air out of her and immediately she felt her hair being pulled, hard. Ignoring the pain in her bosom, she defended herself as best she could from her back. She pulled on the other woman’s hair with one hand and hit her on the back with the other. Surprisingly, Kendra was not doing anything offensive beyond pulling hair, and as hard as she was pulling, Dani had had quite a bit of experience with hair-pulling at this point in her college career. The older woman was relatively light and Dani bucked her hips up, once, twice, and then with the third effort Dani rolled her off. Kendra landed next to her and the women remained interlocked, clasping and grabbing at each other, legs intertwined. Dani found that her opponent was too slow to adjust from her hair pull, which was now at a bad angle, and, revenge on her mind, she sought out Kendra’s small chest. She tried squeezing her boob but there wasn’t a lot of flesh there for her to grab onto. Then she found Kendra’s nipple and latched on her with her thumb and forefinger. Kendra squealed in pain and then when Dani changed her grip and got her nails into the tip and pulled out, away from her chest, as hard as she could, Kendra began screaming and thrashing. Dani held on for as long as she could but then Kendra began pounding on her with the bottom of her fist and she let go.
Both women rolled free and slowly got to their feet. Kendra had both hands on her injured nipple and was bent over at the waist. “You fucking bitch,” she gasped. “You tried to rip my nipple off.”
“Come and do something about it,” Dani answered her, raising her fists.
Kendra brought herself upright, but saw the look in her eyes, and it was not a deep need to fight and to hurt her. And Dani pounced on her like a great cat. She punched her in the mouth with a right and a left and then pounded her stomach and chest with her fists as she teetered, dull thwacking sounds that seemed to be everywhere in the empty room. Kendra grunted with each blow. Then Dani nailed her with a hard right across the face that sent the older woman flying backward and to the floor. Dani followed her and, standing over her, kicked her in the side and hip and then lowered herself and sat across her stomach. Kendra weakly tried to push her off and reach up for her large breasts but Dani batted the arms away. Then she went to work slapping her across the face. Punches would have hurt her more, and had Dani wanted to, she could have seriously hurt her, given Kendra’s helpless state and their being alone behind the locked door.
“No, no,” Kendra whispered, or mumbled, understanding how vulnerable she was.
“You wanted this, you old no-titted bitch,” Dani reminded her.
But Dani did not punch her into nothing. Instead, she wanted Kendra to be aware of how vulnerable she was and how Dani had bested her. So instead, Dani slapped her in the face with both hands, over and over, until Kendra was thoroughly incapacitated. Her face was beet red on both sides, and she was staring dead-eyed in whichever direction her head was facing as Dani knocked her to and fro, but she was intact. When Dani was done, she thew punches down into Kendra’s chest until her arm became tired, for good measure, and then she raised herself back up and, gathering her bra and shirt and her jewelry, she left her boss whimpering on the floor of the storage room.
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Sydney was going to be a senior at Barnard, and she had worked for summer housing every summer. She had started as an overnight clerk, but after only a month Kendra had noticed her talent for management and made Sydney her special assistant. Sydney had always had an attitude—the right kind of attitude, as far as she was concerned. Whatever the situation, whatever the environment, she could look at everything and know the best way to solve the problem. She was a ‘take charge’ type, in her own mind, and the fact that her recommendations were always proven right in the end justified her attitude. She knew that other people, especially other women, thought she was a ‘bitch from hell’ type, and that did not bother her at all. She had grown up in Alabama on a large family farm, and she’d been a horse girl her entire life. That meant a lot of expensive riding clothes and weekend competitions, but it also meant a lot of time riding, and shoveling hay, and general physical activity. As a result, she had grown up quite fit and strong, especially in comparison to other girls who attended private schools and worked in elite offices. She had also grown up quite beautiful. She had brown hair, wavy and medium length and the color of cinnamon, high, prominent cheekbones, full lips, and blue eyes. Medium height, she still had hard abs and firm arms and thighs from all those hours working on the farm, and her skin had that eternal glow of Alabama summers. Her breasts were smaller than average and stood in contrast to her bottom and hips, which were very well-formed and were always very prominent no matter what she was wearing. And she always made sure that she wore something that emphasized her features.
Her Southern accent was also quite prominent, even after three years of living in New York City, and she had no intention of ever losing it. She said “sir and “ma’am” regularly, sometimes in earnest, when the other person deserved it, and sometimes with scathing sarcasm, when the other person did not. Never a fast talker, she drew out all of her vowels, and her r’s rarely appeared at the end of the word and sometimes disappeared from the middle. She felt like every Barnard girl from New York and New England couldn’t wait for her to finish her sentences so that they could start jabbering again, and sometimes her conversations with them made her want to peel off their fingernails. And from her arrival there, some girls had gone out of their way to let her know that she would be better off going to back to ‘down South’ and that her attempts to mingle with them, her betters, would never amount to anything. The first girl to do that was from Boston. The Boston girl had been a sophomore living on Sydney’s floor her freshman year, and she had immediately singled Sydney out. Her first week in the dorm, Sydney had heard someone doing a ridiculous Southern accent on their floor, and then soon after, she’d come into the bathroom and found the girl from Boston telling two other girls how “mah hoss had tawsed meh inta the haaaaay.”
The girl from Boston had been a little taller than Sydney and the other two girls had been her size, and Sydney had gone right after them. Fighting between women had been frowned upon, although not outright forbidden, in the cultural backwaters of Alabama, but Sydney had discovered that people in New York had a more positive and natural attitude about such things, which was the one thing that she really preferred about life here. It was enough to make her want to stay after graduation, in fact. This was not her first fight, nor was it theirs, and she hadn’t won, in the end. But she had blasted the Boston girl right in the face without hesitating and then turned and brawled with the other two girls, and she thought that she gave as good as she got, considering the circumstances. The girl from Boston, who was blonde and quite pretty, was named Millie, she had learned later, and when Millie got back up, she and her two accomplices had put Sydney on the hard floor and were working her over pretty well by the time the rest of the floor arrived and put an end to it. Sydney had thought that she had demonstrated to everyone that she was not to be trifled with, but to be sure, she had provoked Millie again. Their second fight was in the floor’s TV room on a Sunday night, when a lot of the girls would be around. Sydney had wanted a lot of witnesses so that everyone would know what she was about. Sydney waited until Millie and a bunch of other girls were in there, and then she just went and walked right up to Millie and called her a fat bitch and challenged her to fight her one-on-one. Millie did get a good shot in at the start, but then Sydney handled her and after she got her down on the ground, she beat on her long enough that every other girl on the floor would get the message.
The rest of her freshman year had been relatively uneventful. Then, Sydney had gotten her summer job with housing and met Kendra. After Kendra had noticed her potential, Sydney had found herself working in the central office, taking phone calls and going to meetings with Kendra. Although experience had taught Sydney to expect aggression from an older woman, the two of them had become close friends right away. Kendra had been working in Barnard administration since she had graduated, which as nearly as Sydney could figure had been about fifteen years previously. Her age was one topic that Kendra kept close to her chest. But every other topic seemed to be fair game, and it seemed like Kendra had worked with, or known someone who worked with, or gone drinking with, or dated everyone in campus administration. And did she ever like to talk. She knew something about everyone, and soon enough Kendra was sharing it all with Sydney. They would sit in her office between meetings, and Kendra would tell her which women had had affairs with a supervisor, or had wanted to and been used and forgotten, and which women hated other women in other offices, and which women were jealous and which liked fighting and which didn’t. Sydney soon realized that Kendra enjoyed fighting and that she had either sniffed out that Sydney did, too, or she had heard about the fight in the TV room at the start of the year and had sought out a kindred spirit.
Near the end of her first summer working for Kendra, Sydney had gotten the opportunity to prove she was capable of more than setting a shift schedule and processing time sheets. Kendra had been dating this guy from Barnard’s Dean of Students office, and, it was revealed, his secretary had always had a crush on him and had decided that Kendra wasn’t good enough for him. The secretary had shown up at Kendra’s office just after 5pm one Friday in early August, when it was just Kendra and Sydney sitting around, gossiping and listening to the Yankees game on the radio. The secretary had come looking for trouble, and it seemed that she had heard about Sydney, because she brought a friend with her. Kendra had squared off with the secretary, and Sydney with the friend, and at the end of a wild brawl they had sent the two women slinking back to the Dean’s office with their tails between their legs. For their part, Kendra and Sydney had only a few bruises and some raw knuckles to show for their trouble, and Kendra had taken Sydney out drinking to celebrate afterward. Sydney had been by her side ever since.
Now, this summer, Sydney was in charge of the day-to-day work and, when Kendra was out of the office, taking care of whatever fires sprang up. Their new hires had been fine—except for this one girl Dani. She was very attractive, Sydney had to admit, with a stellar body that she loved to show off and a very pretty face, gorgeous hair. And, she was a raging bitch. She never smiled, and she did everything too slowly, and when the tall guy from Admissions had been in their office and Dani had come by to drop off some forms, she had deliberately pranced around with her chest and ass sticking out. Then, she had mouthed off at one of their first meetings, and ever since, it seemed like she was giving Sydney or Kendra a death’s stare. And Sydney did everything she could to return the favor. More than once, Sydney had thought about trying to provoke her, but she considered herself management by that point, and even in their enlightened society of New York City, she couldn’t just go around beating on a hireling. Not without some provocation, at least. So she had kept an eye on Dani and, when Kendra caught her screwing up her shift drop and told Sydney to make her so miserable that she’d quit, Sydney had cut her shifts and given her the worst work she could think of. And then, Sydney had been out with the flu for the biggest weekend of the summer, and this new girl had beaten the hell out of Kendra. And Sydney could not let that stand.
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It was just after midnight and Dani had been in the cafeteria, alone, assembling check-in baggies for two hours when the door banged open. She didn’t even have to turn around to know that it was Sydney and that she was there to fight her. Dani’s fight against Kendra had been a week ago, and her bruises had all healed up. Kendra, on the other hand, had been out of the office the entire week. All of the girls on the summer staff knew about their fight immediately, of course, and the fact that Dani had gone back and worked her regular shift, even with the bruising on her face and her very stiff movements, while Kendra had gone home without any notice told everyone what the result of the fight had been. Without complaining about her soreness or missing even a minute, Dani had worked all of her shifts for the upcoming week. But, she had known that there would be repercussions for beating up Kendra. All of the girls on the staff knew that Sydney was Kendra’s right hand, and even though they hadn’t really seen her fight, they knew that she had a very good reputation. And then the new schedule had come out, and Dani had been taken out of her regular spot and given this Saturday night shift of assembling check-in baggies for a basketball camp that was starting next week. Overnight, by herself, and when she saw that she knew that Sydney was coming for her—which was fine with her. It was going to happen some time, and better to do it from the front, as it were, than waiting for some ambush the rest of the summer.
“Okay, cow, it’s time for you to get what’s coming to you,” Sydney said, in her slow drawl, and at the sound of it Dani put down the baggie and turned to face her. Framed against the doorway, Sydney made an imposing figure, with her wide hips and her strong arms and legs and her great beauty. Her hair and her makeup were spot-on, Dani noticed, and somehow Sydney’s effort to make herself look good for their fight made Dani feel more energized, as if there were extra layer to the fight now. Dani, too, had put in some extra time on her makeup and her hair that evening before starting her shift, and she felt throughout her body the glow of her wavy curls of light-brown hair and the captivating nature of her face. Both girls wore the standard summer housing uniform, polo shirt and short-shorts, and both wore it to excellent effect, Dani with her enormous bust and Sydney with her strong hips and her perfectly shaped ass.
“Then come and give it to me, Miss Alabama,” Dani retorted, and the two began moving toward each other. As they came together Dani began thinking of Kendra’s bullying of her because of her youth and beauty and of Sydney’s glaring at her during that first check-in they had worked together and it was like her heart was going to explode out of her chest, so eager was she to get her hands on Sydney. And from the look on her face, Sydney felt much the same, wanting to get revenge for what Dani had done to her mentor. By the time they were close, both girls were breathing hard and their eyes and faces had fully come to life.
They met in the center of the cafeteria and they planted their feet squarely and began throwing punches. Wild looping rights and lefts thrown out of feminine rage slammed into faces. With each blow they grunted and moaned and hair went flying through the air. This went on and then Sydney nailed her with a combo to the body and then a right to the face and Dani went stumbling back. As she fell back she hit one of the long tables and stumbled and Sydney crashed into her. Dani fell backward onto the table and Sydney landed on top of her and their momentum sent them across the table and off the other side, crashing through the chairs there and landing together on the floor. Sydney took the worse of the landing and Dani was on top of her. She drove her knee into Sydney’s back once, twice, and hurt her. Then Dani pulled her up to her feet by the hair and, holding her in place by the front of her shirt with one hand, punched her in the face with other again and again, each blow a hard, rewarding thump, and then with the last punch Dani let loose of the shirt and the punch sent Sydney tumbling into the table behind her. She fell so that her back was flat on the table and her feet were dangling off the side, and Dani went to pull her up for some more punching but as she moved in Sydney lashed out and kicked her in the stomach with both feet.
Dani dropped to her knees, clutching at her stomach and gasping for air, and with dazed eyes she watched Sydney roll herself off the table, curling her legs up toward her chest and her thighs and the back of her legs formed a sort of perfect curve of femininity as she did. And then she was on her feet again coming at Dani. Dani tried to respond but all she could manage was a gasp from deep inside and then Sydney kicked her, smashing her shin into Dani’s breasts. The force of it rolled Dani onto her back but somehow Dani rolled through it and came back up on her feet. She was hurting and her stomach and lungs felt like someone had set off a bomb inside of her and this other girl was still coming at her. Dani stumbled away and Sydney followed her. There was a stack of chairs next to them and as she went by Dani pulled them over so that they fell onto the floor between the two of them. Sydney gasped out a curse and Dani took some solace in hearing that she was breathing hard, although she was clearly in better shape at that moment than Dani was. Glaring at Dani, Sydney knocked the chairs aside and stepped out into the clearing with her.
“Bitch. You aren’t getting away from me,” the Southern belle told her.
“You’re a pile of mayonnaise.”
The words had come out of her mouth at random and Dani had no idea what it was supposed to mean, but they had the right effect. Sydney shrieked and rushed at her with her hands out, reaching for her hair, and her head and torso bent forward. No concern for defending herself or being careful. Dani let her get in close and then she slammed her first up into her mouth. She caught the brunette cleanly and then as her head came up, Dani punched her with straight rights and legs in her chest and stomach. The other girl’s breasts were small and hitting her torso was like hitting a leather sack, but the blows still made her grunt and cover herself up. As her hands came down, Dani got her across the cheek with a left and then a right into mouth. The punches had their effect and knocked the other girl backwards, where she stumbled into the chairs that had been scattered across the floor. She tripped and went down to one knee and one hand. A look of panic flashed across her face as she no doubt feared that Dani would repay her the kick to her chest but the situation was too precarious, the girl too aware and the chairs scattered about her too hazardous. Dani knew that if she went for the kick, she could end up tossed into the legs of an upside-down chair and she’d be finished. So instead, she stepped back and took the opportunity to take some breaths and shake out her arms.
Warily, even with the space Dani was giving her, Sydney slowly came to her feet. Dani took another step back and gestured ‘come on’ with one hand and brought both fists up in front of her. The gorgeous brunette matched her and the two girls circled in the opening in the center of the cafeteria. Making the first move, Dani threw a left and then a right but both fell short as Sydney slipped backward and then to the side. She tagged Dani on the cheek with a left and then got her on the breast with a right to the body that made Dani gasp in pain and back up. Now Sydney was rushing her and the two girls began firing punches. A flurry of blows struck home on faces, breasts, stomachs, and then the two girls separated again. They were breathing hard but both still looked strong. Sydney circled to the side again and Dani rushed her before she could reset her feet. She got the brunette with a wicked shot across the face that spun her halfway around and sent her hair twirling. Dani followed that up with punches into her body, stepping in close to throw the hooking shots. Her punches struck home but then Sydney took advantage and clamped her arms around Dani. She got her arms locked around Dani’s torso and cinched her up tight, with her arms right up into Dani’s pits, and Dani couldn’t get any position to strike her. Their chests, their stomachs, their feminine hips all pressed solidly together in their struggle. She grabbed Sydney’s hair but she couldn’t really hurt the other girl. The two of them struggled against each other, turning in circles, pushing each other back and forth across the open area, and then with a mighty flash of strength that caught Dani entirely by surprise, Sydney popped her hips forward and hefted Dani up and slammed her down into a small circular table at the end of the room. The table broke under them and the girls ended up lying entangled together on the floor.
Stunned, aching all over, out of breath, Dani was lying on her back with Sydney half on top of her and half by her side. The brunette began moving at the same time Dani regained control of her body. Moaning, Dani half sat up and half rolled away onto her side. She felt Sydney grabbing for her and Dani threw her elbow back into her body, hitting her somewhere that made her grunt in pain. Perched now on her elbow and hip, about to push herself up, Dani suddenly felt the other girl wrapping herself around her. One leg slid in between hers and a hand grabbed her hair and pulled back, hard. The other hand clamped onto her large breast and dug in, squeezing and crushing her. Immediately, Dani began howling and squirming and pulling at the hand on her chest but it was no good. In an effort to get away from the pain, Dani rolled away from her opponent, which meant rolling her face and chest toward the floor. Now, she found herself face down with the other girl scrambling and getting on top of her. Dani could feel her sitting across her waist and then she was grabbing her hair with both hands and yanking up. Knowing that she intended to slam her face down into the ground, Dani slid her arms between her face and the ground just in time and was able to minimize the impact. The slam, when it came, still hurt her, though, and she had to get out from under this trouble. With everything she had, Dani pushed her hips up first and then came up so that she was on her hands and knees. Sydney hung on and she wrapped her legs around Dani’s waist, and one arm she put around Dani’s neck and the other around her torso, once again grabbing her boob and crushing it in her strong grip.
“Got your fat titty,” Sydney said into her ear.
In response, Dani powered up to her feet. As she did, she felt Sydney loosen her leg lock around her waist and she seized her lower legs and held her there long enough to fall over backwards. Sydney was caught under her and slammed into the floor. Dani felt the other girl go limp under her and she lay still on top of her, both of them facing up, and then Dani rolled clear and pushed herself up to her knees and turned just in time to catch the other girl as she leapt into her. Dani was pushed over backwards and now she was caught up in a rolling catfight. The girls pulled hair and rolled back and forth across the floor, their bodies clamped together in the animalistic ferocity of their struggle. Dani and Sydney both punched each other in the side as best they could. At one point, Dani got on top and made to sit up and mount her but Sydney bucked her hips at just the right time and Dani fell forward and landed with her torso on Sydney’s face. The brunette bit into her large breast immediately, and the pain shot through Dani’s chest and her entire being. She squealed and howled and began hitting her on the top of the head but the Southern belle wrapped her arms around Dani’s back and held her tight. Not knowing what else to do, Dani gave up the top position and rolled the other girl on top of herself and then began pulling back on her hair. But it was to no effect and looking down Dani could see the enormous swell of her bosom being pulled away. It was like a jaguar had attached herself to Dani’s chest. Finally, she worked her fingers in at the corner of Sydney’s mouth and fish-hooked her, wrenching up and away at the soft, tender flesh there. Sydney gave up the bite and rolled clear, probably without even thinking, to check the status of her mouth. Dani did much the same, holding her large breast, gently rubbing it, and the two of them eyed each other with wicked intentions.
Slowly, they came to their feet again and stood before each other, hands down by their side out of exhaustion. Sydney hit her across the face with a right fist and Dani hit her right back with the same. The hard grunt of each girl with the effort and the solid thwack sound of the fist hitting flesh. Another right from each girl, with no defense, and another pair of grunts and wet hard thwacks of knuckles on flesh. Now came another flurry of punches, still with no defense, with Dani hitting her in the face and stomach and Sydney working on her big chest and gut. Both of them were moving so slowly now, bruising stacked on top of bruising. Dani hit her in the face with a right, a left, and another right, each punch slow and weak but still hitting their mark. Sydney came back with another right but Dani saw it coming and got her left arm up to block it, and then she slammed her right fist into Sydney’s stomach, doubling her over. While she was vulnerable, Dani slammed her knee up toward her face, clipping her on the top of the forehead. She’d barely made contact, but with the weight and force of the knee she stood the brunette up straight. And with a great snarl, Dani dashed forward, putting her shoulder into the other girl’s stomach and driving her backward. They went crashing through the swinging door and into the kitchen and Dani kept pumping her legs and put Sydney into a metal shelving unit. Both girls crashed to the floor and lay there, hurting so badly, and then the shelving unit tipped over, and there were huge plastic jugs of salt packets and ketchup packets and then somehow there was soda spilling all over them. Dani saw plastic tubes running along the floor and to the shelves and into these large boxes that, it turned out, held soda syrup, and now both girls were getting sprayed with it. It was on her face and in her hair and she spluttered and wiped her face clean, which only reminded her of how much her face hurt.
The other girl was stirring next to her, reaching up and grabbing Dani by the hair, and Dani slammed her elbow back into her. She struck her in the center of her chest, and getting a satisfying thud, she repeated the move again and again until Sydney let go of her hair. Bracing herself on a counter, in great pain, Dani pulled herself up to her feet, and then she pulled Sydney up by her hair. The brunette had a stunned look on her face and seemed ready to start crying, but Dani was not done with her. They were on one side of the kitchen, and Dani lined her up and smashed her in the face with her fists, one after another, driving her back, and each punch knocked the girl from one side of the aisle to the other. Dani drove her past the serving counters and the sinks, still hitting her, and when they got to the refrigerators Dani seized her by the hair and slammed her face into the hard metal of the door. The thunk of her head hitting the metal was cruel and loud in the kitchen, which was otherwise quiet except for the gasping of the two girls, and when Dani let go of her hair she got ready to hit her again but the Southern belle just dropped to the ground. Dani stood over her, waiting, but she lay motionless, sprawled on her back, her chest rising and falling as she gasped for air. Dani herself was nearly spent but she was glorious in her victory and some part of her respected her beaten opponent. But the larger part of her hated the bitch who had tried to destroy her, and she was glad that she’d been able to fight her and beat her as badly as she did.
Dani started to leave, but then she had a thought. She found a giant plastic jar of mayo and she tore off Sydney’s shirt and then she dumped the mayo on her and spread it around her torso and her face as best she could. Then she found a notepad and wrote an invitation to come and fight her again if she wanted and left the note stuck in the mayo on her flat chest. Then, finally done, Dani turned and slowly limped out of the kitchen.
