Mad Women, The Final Chapter
This is a work of fantasy and the human imagination.
Daniella had moved to New York for college in 1963, which had also been the start of her fighting. The women of Barnard were quick to settle disagreements with their fists, she had discovered, to her surprise, but to her greater surprise she had learned that she enjoyed doing so. With her spectacular Colombian looks and her intelligence, as well as her natural competitive spirit, she had always been the girl everyone notices, and she had been a tempting target for the prominent girls of the college. And while she had taken her lumps, for sure, Dani quickly proved herself more than adept at using her fists, or rather her claws, she reflected, smiling vaguely while looking northwest out the office window, in the direction of the college. It was too far to see, of course, but in her mind’s eye she could walk through campus and think about the time she’d beaten up the hostess of an apartment party after the girl had tried to throw her out when her boyfriend kept checking her out. And then she had beaten up the girl’s best friend when she had come to Dani’s apartment the next morning. Or the girl from the lacrosse team who had kicked her ass when they had bumped into each other while waiting in line to use the bathroom at one of the bars that lined the campus. The fight with that blonde girl in the middle of an intramural soccer match, right in the middle of the field and then afterward, when they’d met in the locker room to settle up and Dani had whipped her a second time. Somehow, all of this had made her feel more connected to the other women of Barnard and to the city as a whole. And then of course after she’d started at Abraham and Weiner, from her fight with the blonde who had resented her starting there, the situation with Ashley, and then the Watt family. Good and bad, these tensions defined her relationship with the other women of the city, and she would miss all of it.
She was now sitting at her desk in Creative at Abraham and Weiner, only one day after returning from Los Angeles. Wearing a white blouse and black skirt, both of which were drawn tight across her buxom body, she looked great and she knew it. She slid her hands up and down her thighs and thought of her fight with Debleena Watt, over a month ago now. Her light brown hair hung down in big frizzy waves, as it always did, and she touched that too and thought of the Watt woman, older than her but still a great beauty and a ferocious fighter, who had pulled on it so hard. Dani’s beautiful face, with her big brown eyes, her cute upturned nose, wide cheeks, and luscious lips, and her magnificent chest, also the recipients of tremendous punishment at the hands of the older woman. After months of build-up, Dani and Debleena had fought and Dani had beaten her, beaten her so badly that she couldn’t answer the ref’s call for her to yield. But as badly as Dani had kicked Debleena’s ass, she had received a worse beating at the hands of her daughter, Kaira. Kaira, with her perfectly beautiful face, her enormous chest and body that seemed to be sculpted by the ancient Greeks. Kaira, who had had everything in life handed to her and to whom everything seemed to come so easily, beauty, wealth, fighting, fashion, everything that made a young woman in the big city who she was. It was as if Dani could still feel those hard fists smashing into her face and her body. And then she even twitched a bit, sitting at her desk, as she thought of the humiliation and punishment Kaira had visited on her after she’d won, sitting on her face and abusing her breasts and stomach far beyond any reason. And then after that, Dani thought of this new, final humiliation the Watt family had committed against her.
After her fight with Debleena, Dani had taken a few days’ absence from work, which was not unusual for a woman who had been in a fight like she had. The advertising firm did not exactly condone such things, but they didn’t punish the women for it either, nor did other businesses of their kind. They lived with it, knowing that it was the way of things in their world. It was natural for women to compete with each other, and it was natural for that competition to materialize in physical confrontation. Better to flow with human nature than try to correct it. And Abraham and Weiner had gone with the flow, at least so Dani had thought at first. When she returned to the office, her boss had called her in and told her that she’d be going to LA for a few weeks to visit the new branch A&W had opened there and also to do some research on a new account they had with a defense department subcontractor in Southern California. The new LA office was small, and they had all gone out for drinks and had gotten along well. There was an older man in charge of the office, nominally, but of course there was a woman who was his left hand who was really in charge. Her name was Tina. She was a Black woman in her early 30s with a great face and a killer body, and about a week before Dani came back to New York, Tina took her out for drinks. It seemed like Tina knew everyone in LA because at the restaurant and then the two bars they went to, men and women both kept coming by to say hello to her. And then at the end of the night, Tina confided that she wanted to take Dani to a special event that she suspected Dani would enjoy. It was a wrestling match between two college girls, a blonde and a brunette, hosted by a movie producer. The match was more of a rules catfight than an amateur wrestling match, and the two girls had been competing for a pot of five thousand dollars. The blonde eventually won, and afterward Dani had assured Tina that yes, she had enjoyed it quite a bit. Dani’s stay in LA got extended by a few weeks, which let her and Tina go out a few more times. They went to an amateur boxing match, this one hosted by a real estate mogul, and then a third time they went out, they ended up in a barroom brawl against two blondes that Dani suspected Tina had known would be there. The blondes had crumbled easily enough, and Dani and Tina ended up drinking for free from all the comps by the appreciative crowd. By the time Dani left LA, Tina had become the girlfriend who would drive her to the airport and hug her by the curb.
Things did not go so well once Daniella was back in New York, though. She’d landed at La Guardia Monday night, and now, only the next morning, she had been summoned into the bosses’ office and told that she was being moved to the LA office permanently—and quickly. The men in charge had told her it was because everyone in LA had been so impressed by her performance there, and they needed someone who knew what they were doing to make sure the agency got a solid foothold in the town that was obviously going to be the future of the advertising business. But Dani could feel the rotten stench of the Watt family behind this. Debleena was jealous that Dani had beaten her and was younger and more attractive on top of it, and she had used her husband’s wealth and pull in the city to get Dani moved to the other side of the country. Dani had come into adulthood in New York, had made herself into a woman and established herself as such in the city’s pecking order with fists and her looks, both, as well as her considerable brains, and Debleena couldn’t stand it. So she was using her influence to make Dani move away from everything she’d known as an adult and restart her career, all just to prove a point. And she was getting Dani out of the way of her daughter, Kaira, so that Kaira could make her way up the ladder at Abraham and Weiner specifically and also to remove a competitor to her social status in the city in general. Dani had sat and listened to the men explain to her what was happening and lie about why it was happening and at the end she thanked them for everything they had done for her—which had been nothing at all, she told herself silently, as she had done it all for herself and done a lot for them too—and then excused herself to start preparing for the move. And now she was sitting at her desk, staring in the direction of Barnard and thinking about Kaira. Wondering where she was at that moment and if she knew the exact moment Daniella would have received the news of how her mother had gotten her revenge.
Daniella would have her own revenge. Kaira was a loudmouth who had also made a lot of enemies, and there would be women in the office who knew where she was and would love the chance to help Dani get her revenge on her. Sitting up in her chair, Dani looked around the office, and then she spotted Anna. The brunette was headed into the kitchenette and had not seen Dani and might not even know that she was back from LA. Daniella had been so focused on the two Watt bitches that she had not thought about Anna all morning, although she had definitely thought about her more than a few times while she was in LA. The two of them had fought together at the Watts’ house in the Hamptons, but then Anna’s jealousy of Dani had caused a riff between them. The two of them had not squared off, but it was definitely in the air. At that moment, though, all Dani wanted was a piece of Kaira before she left for LA. From her desk, Dani could see that Anna was alone in the kitchenette, starting a fresh pot of coffee, and with malice in her heart she rose and went in there, thinking as she did of the night she’d fought Kaira in the office, a fight that had started in this kitchenette and ended with Dani getting planted on the conference table.
“Hi, bitch,” Dani said in a low voice, sliding up next to Anna.
“Hi yourself, bitch,” Anna replied.
“I thought you might be willing to help me with something.”
“Why would I want to help you?”
“I’m looking for Kaira. I want to find her, this afternoon. But I’ve been out of town for a while. I thought you’d know someone who could tell me where she is.”
“I can tell you where she is,” Anna said. She finished pouring in the water and flicked on the coffee maker and turned to face Dani. “But tell me why I’d want to help a stuck-up bitch find another stuck-up bitch.”
“Because if I find her, one of two things will happen. Either I’m going to kick her ass, or she’s going to kick mine. And you could help make sure that either way, it happens where there are witnesses. I’m sure that’s something you’d want to see.”
Anna studied Dani, stared right into her face for some time. Then she said, “She’s at the spa. At the Mandarin hotel. Her mom made sure that you were getting sent to LA and she was bragging that she was taking a few friends of hers to the spa to celebrate.”
“Is Debleena going to be there too?”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t invited. But yeah, maybe.” This last bit, Anna drew out sarcastically.
“I’ll let you come and watch if you want,” Dani offered.
“You’ll let me?” Anna repeated, her eyes narrowing.
“If you don’t interfere.”
Anna hesitated, then said, “No. I’ve got all I can take of that family. But you go have fun getting your ass kicked. Again.”
On her taxi ride to the hotel, Dani thought of her last fistfight with Kaira, hitting her and being hit by her, and she thought of how much she was going to enjoy hitting her in the face and mauling her breasts and pulling her hair. She also thought of the fresh set of bruises she was sure to get, of having her clothes ripped and her hair ruined in public, and of how it was all going to be worth it to get her revenge and finally close the books on this family and their bullshit, just one time after another Debleena and Kaira had been mean to her just for the sake of doing it. Well, she had paid Debleena what she owed her, and now she was going to pay Kaira too. It was going to hurt so bad yet feel so good. Before leaving the office, Dani had stopped by and talked to the woman who managed their petty cash, whom Kaira had been rude to on plenty of occasions. And when Dani told her that she was out to humiliate the wealthy bitch, she’d let Dani borrow a stack of bills so that she could bribe her way into the spa—it was not the kind of place that admitted people who lived off of a salary, and everyone who’d be working up front would be a woman, so Dani knew that she had little chance of flirting her way past the way she’d gotten past a mindless security guard or two, or three, while she was in college. But, when she got to the Mandarin, she found that the front desk simply directed her to the spa, which was up on the 17th floor. And there, at the entrance to the spa area, she found Kaira. The Indian beauty was sitting by herself, reading a magazine, swinging her foot up and down and flipping in the pages as only a spoiled rich girl could when she had been delayed on her spa day. On the other side of the waiting room was the reception desk for the spa, which was manned by one young girl, a very pretty blonde who seemed to have chosen mostly for her obsequious demeanor. The doors into the spa itself were next to the desk.
“What’s the matter,” Dani said to her, “did your friends stand you up?”
Kaira looked up, and her eyes narrowed dangerously when she saw Dani, like she was zeroing in on her prey. “It’s the paycheck girl. Are you working deliveries now? They don’t usually let girls like you get this far. I’m just saying, I don’t think you can afford this place. Even though it’s not really the best in the city.”
The girl at the desk let out a groan, soft but audible, and for just one instant Dani wondered what it was like to serve women like this all day. Then she said, “The only thing I’m delivering today is an ass kicking, honey.”
“Straight to the point. I like it. I was waiting for my mom and a few of our friends. We were going to treat ourselves now that we’ve gotten you handled.”
“Except that I’m standing in front of you,” Dani replied.
“You won’t be standing upright for long. I’m going to break your pretty face and then I’m going to parade you naked and bald through the lobby downstairs like the dumb slut you are. You should be thankful we’ve run you out of the city. You couldn’t show your face anywhere after what I’m about to do to you,” Kaira said, rising from the couch. “You’re going to a dark place, Daniella.”
Dani’s heart thumped in her chest, and she and Kaira took a step toward each other. But then, a new voice said, “Ladies, you can’t fight here.” It was a middle-aged woman who was now at the reception desk next to the original clerk. The supervisor, summoned by the young blonde. “Please, just go somewhere else and settle this.”
“No, we won’t be doing that,” Kaira said, not taking her eyes off of Dani. “You know who I am and who my family is. Any damages, any lost business, you can charge to our account. And you can add a fat tip for yourself,” she added.
Dani watched the supervisor hesitate, then she nodded her head, nervously, and retreated, leaving the young blonde alone again. So that she could act like she hadn’t known about this if there was real trouble later, Dani thought, and then she turned her full attention to her opponent. Kaira was wearing her normal business wear, a blouse and miniskirt, as Dani was. Both women kicked off their heels and stood on their stockinged feet. Dani looked fabulous, she knew, her busty body displayed very well by her skirt and blouse. The skirt was stretched tight across her strong, womanly hips and her flat stomach, and her blouse was opened two buttons more than was decorous, putting her stellar cleavage on display just as far as she could in the agency’s offices. She could feel her nipples poking through her bra and the material of her blouse and she saw that Kaira felt the same. Dani knew that the blouse would be destroyed soon enough, and the thought saddened her, as it was new and very nice, but she also felt empowered by the thought of what was to come, especially at knowing that she was going to do the same to Kaira’s blouse. Dani’s hair and makeup were on point, too, and she was certain than nearly every woman in the hotel would have given up her status to look like her. But the woman in front of her, the one she was here for, was the one who would not trade for that. Kaira looked stunning as ever, with her perfectly smooth, dark skin, her straight black hair, her dark brown eyes, her thin lips pressed firmly together as if she had never smiled, her beautiful face making clear the scorn with which she saw Dani and her certainty that she would beat her even more badly than she had the last time they had fought. The Indian’s imposing chest was firm and outthrust against her blouse and her tight skirt let everyone know how strong and hard her thighs and hips were. Dani remembered well how strong this hot young woman was, and the thought of pitting her own strength against hers was like an itch she couldn’t reach, deep inside her.
Suddenly, the two young women threw themselves at each other. They crashed together and immediately threw their arms around each other. Grinding and pushing against each other, feet digging into the carpet for traction, gorgeous faces and feminine bodies pressed hard together, they spun in a circle around the waiting room. Soon enough they bumped against the couch and fell onto it. Dani landed on the bottom and the black-haired beauty tried to mount her but Dani flung her off of her and onto the ground and then rolled and landed atop her. Kaira was stunned and Dani got a few decent shots into her ribs but then found herself rolled over and then the two of them were churning across the floor, one on top and then the other. Hands roamed over magnificent bodies, clawing and hitting and pulling at every mound, curve, and slab of womanly flesh they could, and teeth sank into whatever was offered. They went all the way to the far wall, where Dani found herself trapped under the other girl. Kaira put her forearm across Dani’s forehead to hold her down and began slamming punches into her side with her other hand. Each landed hard and Dani pushed against the girl’s face and then she grabbed hold of the forearm and bit into it, through the thin material of the blouse. Kaira gave a sharp cry of pain and reared up, holding the spot where Dani had bitten her, and Dani took the opportunity to free herself. She thrust her hips up and then shoved Kaira off of her. The Indian went rolling across the floor and by the time she was coming back up, Dani had launched herself forward. She crashed into her and knocked her onto her back. Bust to bust, they seized each other by the hair and rolled back and forth in a tight catball, their legs wrapped around each other and hips pressed together. It was like all of Dani’s hair was being pulled out of her and she seized onto the other girl’s black tresses and pulled with all her might. Both of them were grunting with the exertion and then shrieking in pain and they continued to pull hair and roll back and forth. Dani felt teeth in her shoulder and she repaid it in kind. Finally, Kaira got on top and she slammed her knee into Dani’s crotch. The strike hurt her badly, but as Kaira sat up, looking to threw punches down into her face, Dani yanked her to the side with a great tug on her hair.
Despite the pain between her legs, Dani pushed herself up to her feet and turned to face her opponent. Both of them were already looking haggard, with their hair askew and their clothes showing the strain of their wrestling. Dani knew was what coming and raised her fists expectantly, as did Kaira. They circled each other, breathing hard, glaring with hatred. Dani whipped out a right hand that got Kaira on the cheek and the Indian slammed a straight left into Dani’s mouth in response. The beautiful Latina was rocked and the other girl got her with a follow-up right into her nose and then a left on her eyebrow. The strength of the punches drove Dani back and she circled, keeping her hands up in front of her face while she blinked away the tears welling up in her eyes. Kaira came at her, looking to take advantage, but Dani anticipated the move and stepped aside as the girl rushed her and then she grabbed her by the hair and flung her to the ground. Kaira landed hard and Dani leapt on her. She was expecting to land atop her and hold her down and beat on her, but Kaira was already moving out of the way even as Dani started her dive. Dani went past her and herself landed in a jumble and by the time she got herself up to her knees, Kaira was right there with her. She hit Dani across the face with a right and a left. Dani took the punches and threw herself forward but Kaira met her and spun her around and put her down on the carpet on her back. Dani felt strong hands grip her hair on both sides of her head and she knew what was coming, and in response she reached up and sank both hands into the huge breasts of the other girl. Her fingers dug in deep, gripping, mauling and crushing the huge mounds through the thin material of the blouse, and she got a howl of pain in response. Kaira let go of her hair and seizing hold of the fabric she tore open Dani’s blouse. Buttons popped and flew through the air. Kaira then slammed her palms down on Dani’s bra-encased chest and mauled her, sinking fingers in just as deep, squeezing and crushing just as hard. Both of them were groaning in pain and writhing and then finally Dani shoved her off.
Both of them rose slowly to their feet and circled again, breathing hard, sweaty, the Latina’s shirt hanging open to display the impressive swell of her cleavage in the flimsy bra, and then they raised their fists. Dani hit first with a right into Kaira’s mouth, and she ate the inevitable reply and slammed home another right, again into Kaira’s mouth, this time drawing blood as Kaira’s lip split open. At first blood, a vicious exchange started, both of them throwing rights and lefts into undefended faces, just standing there giving and taking shots, one after the other. It was an even contest and when both of them were gassed, there was blood dripping from both girls’ noses and mouths and Dani could feel both of her cheeks and eyebrows glowing hot. They stood in front of each other, gasping for air, and then Dani went after Kaira’s chest. She popped her with a straight right and then a left uppercut into her bosom that made Kaira moan. Kaira hit her in the stomach but Dani took it and she got her across the face with a punch and then threw a headlock around her. Pulling the Indian in tight, her right arm wrapped around her neck, Dani slammed lefts into her vulnerable, beautiful face, one after another striking home with a rewarding thud. Her victim took four of these but then Dani found herself driven forward with great force, shoved into the reception desk. The young blonde had been standing there the whole time, watching them fight, mouth hanging open, but when Dani collided with the desk, hitting her ribs hard against the corner, she shrieked and ran through the door into the spa. Dani was stunned, her side aching badly, all the air driven from her. Kaira pulled herself upright and braced one hand against the edge of the desk, with her other wiping the blood away from her mouth and nose, and the two glared at each other. Dani was trying to get herself up and into the fight again but her ribs hurt so much that it was like she had shut down. Kaira got herself ready first and she slugged Dani across the face, one punch after another, rocking her back and forth, sending her hair flying about her head. The last punch spun Dani all the way around so that she was facing the reception desk and Kaira seized her by the hair on the back of her head and slammed her face first into the hard wood. Dani now felt herself lifted back up and spun about and then she was punched in the face and she went sailing through the door into the spa itself.
On the other side of the door was a hallway that led to the locker rooms, the pool, and a bar and lounge, and then bent around the corner to who knew what else. All of these were behind closed doors and all of it was a blur to Dani as she struck the far wall and bounced off and went down to the floor. She managed to get up to her knees as Kaira followed her inside, bouncing the door against the doorstop angrily as she entered. Kaira went to grab Dani by the hair and she raised her hands up over her face just as the Indian slammed her knee into her chest. The blow sent Dani back into the wall again, hitting hard, and she fell lengthwise on the floor and lay slumped, breathing and groaning.
“You dumb paycheck,” Kaira said, standing over her. “You come back just to get your ass kicked again?”
So saying, the black-haired beauty reached down for her but Dani rolled into her, putting her shoulder into the front of the girl’s knee, taking her down. Kaira landed awkwardly and groaned, reaching for her knee and glaring at Dani. Part of Dani’s brain was shouting at her to hit her but instead she rose to her feet and backed away, farther down the hallway. Kaira rose warily, watching her for an attack, and once she was back on her feet the two women clashed again. Both of them threw punches at the same time and fell into each other and then they were wrestling with each other, arms wrapped around heads and shoulders, pulling hair and turning in a circle and then grinding down the hallway. As they spun around, Dani saw the young blonde from reception appear in the hallway with them. She had been hiding in a laundry room and now she was standing, frozen, and then as Dani and Kaira came nearer she turned and fled into the bar and lounge and Dani and Kaira followed her in, still clutching to each other. Once they were inside, the two young women turned each other loose and immediately faced off. Dani nailed Kaira across the face with an open palm and the smack of flesh on flesh was loud in the enclosed room. Kaira groaned and as she came back to throw a slap of her own, Dani got off first and punched her in the stomach with her other hand. That doubled her over, and the lighter-haired Latina seized her by the hair and yanked forward. The Indian stumbled and crashed into a table and went down on the hardwood floor. Dani went to hit her, but then she saw two middle-aged women seated at the bar, staring at her, with the young receptionist next to them.
“She’s got this coming,” Dani said to them.
“I bet she’d say the same thing about you,” one of the women replied.
“Women, huh?” her friend said, and they tapped their glasses together and nodded to each other.
Daniella stared at the women for a second, more out of confusion than aggression, and then when she turned around again she found that Kaira had regained her feet. Dani jabbed her in the face but then she took a roundhouse punch to the cheek and went sailing backward. She struck the edge of the bar, hard, and leaned against it, dazed. And then Kaira was on her again. She hit Dani squarely in the center of her face, and as Dani rocked back against the bar again, Kaira grabbed hold of her open shirt and wrapped it around her fist and then with her other began smashing her in the face and then in the chest and stomach. One punch after another, slowly and methodically. Dani took all of them, moaning, and it was like she could feel herself falling apart. As the other girl went to work on her stomach, Dani lurched forward off the bar and they began turning in a circle. Still one punch after another, up into her stomach. Without even thinking, Dani grabbed onto Kaira and hugged her in closer, and then she turned her head and bit her on the hand holding her shirt. She bit with all she did and when Kaira tried to pull her hand free Dani grabbed hold and dug in. Finally Kaira slugged her again in the stomach with her other hand and Dani’s mouth popped open. Free at last, Kaira backed away, clutching at her forearm, while Dani stood there, bent over, holding her aching stomach. She could see the blood running down Kaira’s forearm and could feel it dribbling down her chin and she smiled at her. With a surge of energy, she rushed at Kaira. The Indian braced herself but her Latina rival just crashed into her, nailing her across the forehead with her elbow as she did. Kaira went flying backwards and into a hightop table that was in the corner and then, bouncing off that, went into the wall. There she was, leaning back, still holding her forearm and grimacing, as Dani came open her. She hit Kaira in the face and then nailed her with rights into her bust and then she put her flat against the wall and ripped open her blouse, exposing the black lace bra and the enormous chest it could barely hold back. Kaira was just standing there, leaning against the wall, and Dani seized her by the arm and twisting and torquing herself flung her across the open space. Kaira went running and stumbling and she crashed into the bar as she fell to the ground.
The Indian was lying flat on her stomach, face down, and Dani tried to walk toward her and then she started gasping for air and she stopped and put one hand against the wall. She looked down at the woman she’d put on the floor, her black hair, her perfectly sculpted legs and ass and back in her ruined clothes. And Dani herself looked gorgeous at that moment, her face and her buxom body proudly carrying the marks of their fight, her hair and her clothing just as ruined as her opponent’s. She sucked in one last gulp of air and moved to finish off the other girl when the bartender came around the corner. He was an older man, and he seemed surprised but not shocked at what he saw. He also noticed the two middle-aged women at the bar; the blonde receptionist had run away again.
“Don’t look at us,” one of the older women said. “They came in here like this.”
“Her mom’s paying for this,” Dani said, gesturing at the black-haired beauty who was already getting back to her feet.
“Uh-huh,” the bartender responded. He was still holding the two bottles of whiskey he’d been carrying in. “I don’t think you two should be fighting here.”
“There’s no problem here. Go ask your manager,” Kaira told him. She was now leaning against the bar, as he turned to, indeed, go find his manager. “And tell her there’s another two thousand in it for her if she keeps the rest of the staff out of our hair until I’m done with this bitch. I’m paying a lot of money to kick her ass, and I’m going to get what I paid for.” She paused and then, looking Dani right in the eye, she added, “And there will be another bonus on top of that if she lets me parade this little girl around the lobby when I’m through with her.”
The bartender left both bottles of whiskey and skedaddled back through the employee’s door he’d entered from. The two young women glanced at the bottles and then turned their attention back to each other. Both of them looked majestic, shirts hanging open, every element of their femininity in tatters yet also shining through. The middle-aged women were staring at them both in what Daniella thought was admiration, but she couldn’t be sure. One more deep breath, and then she and Kaira were ready to fight again. They both stepped away from the bar and put their fists up. Dani threw a wild roundhouse, the force of it rising all the way from her feet, and as she was letting loose with the punch Kaira was dropping down. Then she exploded forward, putting her shoulder into Dani’s chest and driving her back. Dani went stumbling backward, hammering on Kaira’s back, but the Indian kept driving, one powerful stride after another, and now they were picking up speed until at last Dani collided with the door they’d entered through. Her shoulder and back crashed against the frame and the force of it broke the two girls apart. Dani went sideways and all the way into the far side of the hallway. She hit and went down to the floor. Looking up, she saw the other girl leaning against the door frame, panting hard, her black hair hanging down flat and wet, her chest rising and falling with each breath, hate in her eyes. Dani knew that she was coming for her yet again, always, and she forced herself up to her feet, ignoring the searing pain in her back and every other spot on her body she could register. Both girls shrugged off their ruined blouses and fought on in their bras and what was left of their skirts. They slammed fists mercilessly into each other’s faces, breasts, and stomachs. The fighting was slow and deliberate. At one point, Dani took repeated shots to her chest, hooks to the swell of her bosom and straight punches into the vulnerable flesh of the twin globes. Her breasts popped free of her cups so that they swung wildly with each blow. She responded in kind, driving punch after punch into those targets bouncing on Kaira’s chest, until her assets had also come free of their minimal restraint. Then she went up and worked on her face, knocking her about the hallway with rights and lefts, pushing her back, until they were nearly to the door into the reception area, where they’d first entered the hallway. But then Kaira recovered, as it seemed like she always did, and began hitting Dani back. They traded punches and then it was all Kaira, nailing her with continuous rights and lefts that thudded mercilessly into her face and her torso, wicked shots that drove her back down to the middle of the hallway and finally left her bloody and bruised against the door to the bar. Daniella felt like a truck was running over her again and again.
Kaira stopped in front of her, blood smeared across her face, her dark skin shimmering with the bruises that were forming on her chest, her stomach, her arms, her face, and somehow managed a wicked smile through her pulped lips. Shrugging off what was left of her bra and slamming it disdainfully down on the floor, she said, “I warned you that this was going to happen. You aren’t hot, you aren’t rich, and you fucking suck at fighting.”
Dani was in even worse shape. Her lighter skin showed the bruising more clearly, and it was as if she could feel the imprint of Kaira’s knuckles from every blow to her face, her chest, her stomach. She spit a mouthful of blood on the floor of the hallway and replied, “Your daddy can pay to clean that up, too,” and smiled, and she too shrugged off her ruined bra and tossing it casually at her opponent.
With a snarl, Kaira threw herself at her. They crashed together like two slabs of meat and went careening down the hall. Dani threw both of her arms around Kaira’s neck, pulling her hair and wrenching on her neck, and in return she got lifted up into the air and driven back into the wall. The Indian was so strong. Kaira had her arms around Dani’s torso and she pulled her forward and slammed her back again and again. Both of them were drenched in sweat now and both were topless, and their slick torsos and mountainous chests slid over each other. They leaned against each other, breathing hard, Dani with her back against the wall and Kaira upright, chest to chest, pushing and grinding against her. Their breasts ballooned out under their arms. Kaira slid her right arm down and began slugging Dani in the side and the stomach, over and over, hard steady blows. In response, Dani pulled at her hair but she got no relief from the punching. She leaned her head forward and bit down on Kaira’s shoulder. The other girl groaned but just kept hitting her and pushing and grinding on her, like she was trying to drive her all the way through the wall. Dani remembered their first catfight and this same moment, when she’d bitten down on this bitch’s shoulder to get relief from the stomach punching and nothing had come of it. And then she had received such a beating and then been put down on the conference table and had this bitch sit on her. And it was going to happen again. Another punch to the side and another to the stomach struck home.
“This time I’m not going to let you off so easy,” Kaira whispered into Dani’s ear. “Maybe I’ll take you home and let my dad have his way with you.”
Suddenly, a burst of life flowed through Daniella and she rotated her head and bit Kaira’s ear. The young woman immediately began screaming and was squirming and writhing to get free. She pulled back just enough and drove her knee up into Dani’s crotch. It wasn’t a hard shot but it was enough to get a break between them. Dani stayed on the wall, holding herself and leaned forward, the sweat pouring off of her, and she watched as the other girl was hopping and spinning in panic, holding her ear. When she pulled her hands off, there was blood all over the ear and her neck but nothing seemed too badly damaged. She stared at her bloody hands and then at Dani.
“Here’s something else for daddy’s bill,” Dani said, and spit more blood on the floor. Now Kaira’s blood.
Again they charged at each other, fists ready. Dani took a punch to the face but she threw a hook into Kaira’s breast and then got her with an uppercut right under the chin. The blow lifted her head straight up and then Dani hit her with a straight right to the chest and then a left across her cheek. That punch sent Kaira into the wall, face first, and Dani was on her. She seized her by the hair and, pressing her face and bosom into the wood, dragged her the length of the hallway. Kaira was whimpering in pain by the time they got to the corner and when she ran out of wall Dani flung her backwards by the hair. Kaira slammed into the corner and Dani, in one instant, noticed the abrasions on her face and her chest from the friction of being dragged by her hair. But she stayed on her. She hit her with a right and a left in the mouth and then she seized her by her massive breasts and, gripping them as hard as she could, she pushed forward, stretching them Kaira’s chest to an ungodly degree. Her fingers seemed to disappear into the perfect dark brown spheres. The Indian howled in pain and anger and reaching out she got hold of Dani’s hair. She was still so strong and she pulled her hair so hard. But Dani endured it and gave her chest a tremendous gouging. It was like she was going to drive her up the wall by her breasts. Dani’s body was angled toward Kaira’s, her one leg cocked under her and the other straight out beyond her, feet driving on the hardwood floor, and the lines of her perfectly formed backside in what few shreds remained of her tight miniskirt and her panties underneath could not have been more perfect. And with her melon-like breasts swinging free in her effort and the sweat dripping off her hard nipples, her beautiful face contorted in rage, her light brown hair hanging down in a tangled mess, she was at that moment the embodiment of a catfighter.
Kaira was still pulling her hair but Dani was only aware of the great breasts under her fingers and the other girl’s mewling. At last, Dani let go and at the same moment slammed her knee up and forward with tremendous force, right into Kaira’s abdomen. Now Kaira’s eyes went up into the top of her head and she her mouth hung open in a silent scream and she held her hands over her gut. Without giving her any chance to recover, Dani hit her in the face with a right fist. And then a left, also to the face. Then Dani went to work on her chest with a series of punches and she moved down to her stomach, stepping to the left a bit and turning sideways and throwing right hands into Kaira’s gut, one after another. Kaira was pushing at Dani and grunting with each blow but Dani kept going until the Indian beauty slid down the corner and landed on her ass. At that point, Dani seized her by the hair and pulled her back up to her knees and, holding her there, she slammed her knee up into her boobs, once, twice, three times, and then let go with the third to send her collapsing back into the corner. Kaira lay there, in a pile, moaning and writhing, as if half of her was trying to cover up and half of her was still trying to fight. Dani kicked her a few times in the hip and ribs and then she leaned against the wall and caught her breath. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing and it was like she could feel every scratch and bruise on her skin expanding and contracting. The young woman at her feet, somehow, was pushing herself up to her hands and knees and then she got one hand on Dani’s thigh, like she was going to shove her. Thinking of their first catfight, Dani slammed herself down on her, driving her down into the floor, pushing her down so that Kaira had her legs folded under her and her head was shoved down under Dani’s body, like they were in a wrestler’s sprawl. Her breasts were so large that they didn’t fit and large swells of flesh hung out under her armpits. Dani pinched and squeezed at the flesh, getting a moan in response, and then she began punching her on the back and in the sides. Then, reaching under, she got hold of one Kaira’s nipples and she went to work on it. With her other hand Dani held her head in place and she pulled on her nipple as hard as she could, pulling it up and out, away from her body, twisting and pinching it for good measure. The girl squirmed and wriggled under her and she kept at it until the girl stopped moving. Daniella held her there like that, and she thought of what it felt like to be pinned on the conference table, with this bitch sitting on her face and pounding on her breasts and her stomach, after she’d beaten her soundly, just for the fun of it. And then, looking around, she saw that the door around the corner was labeled Mud Baths.
“I don’t think they have a conference table, so this will have to do,” she said to the girl under her.
And then she pulled Kaira up by her hair to her hands and knees and dragged her into the mud room. Inside, there were four tubs, all full of mud, and there was also an older woman and the same blonde from the reception desk. “Get out, unless you want some of this too,” Dani told them, and they fled the room. Once they were alone, Dani pulled Kaira upright. The Indian was making no resistance now and Dani held her in place by the hair and hit her in the face, knocking her back into the first tub. It wasn’t that deep, and Kaira hit hard on her back and her ass and mud went flying everywhere. She sputtered and wiped her face clean and she had a look about her as if she’d been reinvigorated. In response to the challenging glare, Dani leapt upon her. She straddled her in the shallow tub and wrapped both hands around her neck and choked her. Kaira gasped and slapped at her arms and tried to get her hair and then she reached up and seized hold of Dani’s breasts. She pulled and mauled and pinched at her but Dani kept choking her, pulling her head up and banging it against the tub under her. There was mud everywhere now and both female bodies were wet and slick with it and finally Kaira squirmed to the side. For a second they were both in the tub, lying next to each other, pushing on each other, and then Kaira was climbing out and trying to get away. Dani followed her. The Indian went for the door and the Latina caught her by the shoulder and spun her around. She slapped her across the face with one open hand and then knocked her back the opposite way with the other. Mud went everywhere and her wet hair made slapping sounds against the door behind her. In a desperate play, Kaira threw herself forward, trying to tackle the lighter-skinned beauty but she caught her. Wrapping both hands around Kaira’s torso, Dani hefted her up and spinning to the side slammed her down onto a table full of towels and bathrobes. Kaira landed flat on her back and went limp, her arms and legs spreadeagled, her breasts like two brown mountains and her flat stomach like a muddy valley below. Dani stood over her, watching her, but Kaira was just staring straight up at the ceiling, her breasts wobbling with each breath. Then she gave her one last kick to the ribs. The other girl barely reacted.
Dani stood over her, gathering her thoughts. There was splattered in her hair and on her face and her chest and then below her chest she was covered in it. Looking around the room, she spotted a mirror and paused to take a good accounting of herself. Her face was badly bruised and bloody and there were bite marks on her shoulders. More bruising on her chest and, she was sure, under the mud that covered her stomach and her ass and thighs. She thought she had never looked more beautiful and she had never felt more feminine than she did then, standing over the woman she’d whipped. She picked up a towel from the pile scattered around Kaira and she wiped her face and her torso as clean as she could and then she lookdown down at her and wiped Kaira’s face and torso clean too—or at least clean enough, relative to the beating she’d given her, she thought. The other girl moaned and tried to shove her away, but Dani persisted. Then she straddled and she repaid the humiliation done to her after their first catfight. First, Daniella punched her in the face, knocking her back and forth, until she was certain there would be no more resistance. Then she mauled and slapped and pounded on her breasts and then she leaned forward and chewed on them, biting her nipples and all of the huge mounds that she could inhale into her mouth. Then, she rotated so that she was sitting on Kaira’s face, pointed toward her body, and she resumed hitting her. She mauled her chest and punched her stomach and then she pinched and clawed her crotch and then she sat on her for a while. There was crying from under her shapely ass but no resistance. Dani sat perched like that, fully empowered and perfectly feminine, the sweet curves of her body and the beauty of her face on full display. Then, at last, she rose, slowly put a bathrobe on her aching body, and, after pausing to spit one last mouthful of blood on the Indian’s badly bruised face, she made her way to the entrance to the spa.
At the entrance, she found Debleena. Kaira’s mother was shouting at the female manager and two men who seemed to be senior managers for the hotel itself. The Indian woman froze when she saw Daniella. The Latina limped past her toward the elevator, pausing only to tell her, “Ask your daughter how my ass tastes.”
