I was so furious I could have chewed brick but I’d have preferred to chew up Gillian Thay and spat whatever was left of her out. That bitch had told me to stay behind after work and clear out the store room- there were dozens of crates that needed rearranging so we could get at them more easily. Perhaps it was the fault of the lazy delivery drivers and God knows the drivers the company employed were lazy and foul mouthed and stupid too. I’d told one off for being late. He called me a fat cxnt. The next time he was delivering he put the word on me for a fuck.I told him to go fuck himself .
But no even if the drivers were idiots- too dumb to belong to the union Thay was the supervisor she should have made sure the drivers put the stuff in the right place.
It didn’t matter to Thay that I had made plans to go out that night- she knew about them, she heard me talking to Tamikya about taking her to Chatro for a drink and to introduce her to some of my friends. And she had heard me telling Tamikya some of what happened at Chatro- the fights and their aftermath, the needy subbie sluts of both sexes just wanting a fucking Thay just told me I’d have to put it off. Protesting had done no good. “You can go some other time, these boxes need doing now. And I don’t mean those filthy bitches either.”
I knew, I just knew she was picking on me; she called me a troublemaker when all I did was remind her of the contract and try to organize the girls on the line into a union local. That was our right. She didn’t like it. She had tried to buy me off with crap about how reliable I was, how management was considering me for a supervisors position if the new contracts they hoped to get came off. That was just a bribe, no not even that- she would never come good on it.. She didn’t fool me and her soft words that night about how she knew I’d get the work done right, how she could rely on me was crap too.
And the other reason she was picking on me was she hated me. She and Mike Heston were having an affair, Mike was a biker friend of Will’s; I’d met him and his girl Paula a few times at club meets, we had gone for ride in the last fall out to the Twin Cities and back. He was a plant mechanic, he did a great job in keeping the production line working, there was so much maintenance on the crapped out machinery we had, as well on some of the new electronic stuff. Personally I preferred the old line, the machinery might be old but it was repairable it wasn’t something that when it broke you had to buy new. And that cost big but that was the company’s problem, not mine.
Mike was part of a small team, mechanics, welders, electricians, fitters and so on. They were all good guys, they were good with their tools and got the job done fast, they were friendly, they were helpful. We saw Mike most. And every time I did see him I always asked him about Paula. I tried to make him feel bad about his affair with Gillian. That bitch had seduced him one night when he was working back to fix some broken belt drive. I guess it hadn’t been hard, like most guys he thought with his cock a lot and Gillian was good looking and determined to get what she wanted. We – Nada, Tamikya and I –just knew she had had the hots for him for a while.
My dark side told me I was just jealous-maybe not of Gillian hooking Mike so much – even it had to concede me something – but of her- her success in getting the supervisor’s job- she wasn’t that much older than me- her appearance she was far better looking than I was despite her age, the hag had to be in her mid 30s. Taller than me- perhaps 5ft 8, slim where I was fat, I guessed she weighed about 130 lbs but she was strong with it. I’d seen her work hard. She capped it off with a luxuriant shoulder length brunette mane.
What made the after hours work just absolute shit was that it was unpaid, - yeah not just on bonus for overtime, no extra payment at all. Sure she was going to be there too, but she got paid a salary, I didn’t she was management, I was a worker.
I must have been there an hour with Thay, we didn’t talk – it wasn’t the banter we girls had on the line, this was Thay and I wasn’t going to talk to her. She had opened her mouth a few times in the first ten minutes or so, just social crap. I gave her a short answer. She was getting paid, I wasn’t,- my dark side told me that was only partly true, I snapped back “she’s on a salary, extra hours come with the extra money and benefits!” Anyway she had no plans to go out that night –except she was probably going to screw Mike later somewhere- hell Tamikya had caught them once in the janitors closet during lunch break. – I had been going out to see my friends and for once I’d got Will to agree to come along to Chatro. I’d had to cancel all that, I’d got Cassie to show Tamikya round.
Thay went out, pushing a pile of crates on a trolley to unload them somewhere else. She was gone a long time. She came back- I just knew she’d had a coffee or something. She expected me to work while she took a break, worse still she expected me to work for nothing. I stood up to put a crate on another trolley. I glared at Thay and muttered..'Hell you just don’t lift a finger do you? You never have, how did you get to be supervisor?"
My dark side reminded me Thay showed initiative, she’d done courses at junior college. “Yeah” I told it, “She crawls to management. And she spreads her legs for management”
She must have heard my mutter: “What did you call me, bitch?”
"I asked you to help me" I was piling more boxes on another pallet "shit these are heavy"
"I don't have time to do you job for you!"
"It’s not my job, hell I have finished my hours you’re not paying overtime, I’m going! Stuff you!" I started to walk to the door
"Hey, hold on there!" Gillian seized my upper left arm and glared. “Finish the work Peccavi!”
“Get your fucking hands off me”. I pushed at Thay. "Oh yeah you’ve been wanting to get your hands on me for ages bitch. Ever since you came back here with your promotion you’ve been out to get me. Ever since I showed the girls what a slut you were, fucking Mike Heston! I’m going to get out of this room and I don’t care if I leave you here! IF you want the job done do it yourself" I shoved her hard, as usual at these times glad of my weight, it gave me such an advantage!
I sneered when Gillian stumbled back so far she hit the wall behind her. She was astonished that anyone would stand up to her. She had a lesson coming to her! I just knew she was furious – not because I had hit her but because I wouldn’t kow-tow to her like all the other staff did. SheI lunged back, "You can't go; you have to get this done today! There's no choice!"
My dark side told me not to burn my bridges, for once it was right. I sidestepped, avoiding Gillian’s lunge. ."The choice is for you to do it without my help or be nice and you’ll get some help. IT is up to you I can go; I can stay. If you help me I will stay, but stand there like you were doing, take another coffee break and you’re on your own Ms Gillian. See how you like to get those soft hands dirty!"
"You!” She grabbed my forearms, trying to spin me around towards the boxes she wanted stacked. "Now get over there, and get the job done!"
"Fuck you; if you won’t help I am going."
"You cxnt!" Gillian slapped me across the face. My cheek stung, my lip bled.
"Ok bitch you asked for it" I returned the slap with my left hand, my right reaching inside her overalls to claw at her left tit.
"Ugghh!" My fingers dug deep into her tit- like me she only had a thin cotton t-shirt under her factory issue bib and tucker overalls. She grabbed two fistfuls of mine. "Like that, bitch? Like me getting deep into your tits?"
I hissed at the pain she was inflicting. .”Whore!" I wasn’t going to take it. I raised my knee hoping to slam it into her tummy.
"Oomph," it worked, she staggered back, gasping. She looked as if she wanted to barf. She almost doubled up.
I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity, I moved in. It was time to remind the bitch what this was all about. “Not so mouthy now are you? Not so bossy now either; you had your chance; looks like you’ll be doing those boxes by yourself. And so you should be!” I reached forward; slapping her face -both hands, one on either cheek.
And then the bitch surprised me, still bending forward, she drove a fist up into my unprotected belly. I felt it plunge in deep. Ooh fuck, oh, oh shit, oh!" I staggered back as her second fist dug in as well. “Oh fuck.”
Straightening up, she followed me, no she rushed me, grabbing two fistfuls of my hair and jerking my head down, she started to crush it between her thighs "How's that, bitch? Are you ready to do your work yet?"
I did almost the only thing I could; I had already seen her tits were vulnerable, so I clawed at them. Her grip weakened a bit. I shoved hard, using my head as a sort of battering ram. I kept clawing savagely. I felt my nails digging in hard, ripping at her flesh. Yes, I was desperate then but I was going to smash her. She screamed, such wonderful music. She punched my lower back, my kidney region ached but I was worming my way free.
She made it easier, she couldn’t take the pain, "Shit, that hurts you bitch!" She shoved me away
I got up, red in the face and breathless from being crushed between her thighs, my head and body paining, rivulets of sweat coursed between my breasts and down my belly.
Her hands up, wary, breathing hard, she was ready to continue. She knew I wasn’t. She taunted me "Gonna get back to work, or you wanna fight this out?"
"Fuck you whore!" I kept watching but made no move –I needed to regroup 'bring it on"
She knew it too, smiling she stepped forward, claws up, her hands seized on my tits.. She ripped the thin cotton of my t-shirt- her nails dug deep into my breasts, twisting, scratching, punishing me. I thought I had an opportunity; I raised my knee into her unguarded belly. It hit hard but I didn’t get the same effect as I had before. She dropped back, swung a heavy punch at my chin. It hit, I stumbled back. She was onto me, her hands on my shoulders forcing me back, my work boots scrabbled for traction. I lent forward and pushed her back a pace or so. She recovered and pushed again, again I slipped backwards. I was surprised at her power, normally my weight got me through these pushing matches, I had to do better. I pushed, I put all my effort into the push, I got traction, she slipped back.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck” I doubled over, the slut had been feinting, she kneed me in the gut. The shoving match had been a trick. I spluttered, groaning.
She grabbed a fistful of my hair in her left hand, she hauled my head up, she sent a fast hard right punch at my chin. I almost dropped. I just know she thought I would, she let go of my hair, I stumbled back to try to regroup.
Fortunately she was distracted, a door slammed, she and I both turned to see who it was. “Hiyas hun, I thought I’d find you here…Crap what is happening here, what happened to Peccavi, what happened to you?”
“She needed an attitude adjustment Mike a bit of workplace discipline.”
“Don’t tell me you’re fighting,” he said in mock dismay. “Jenn is a tough bitch”
“She’s not that tough today.” She stepped towards me, I backed off. She kept at me, following me with short jabs, to keep me off balance. I glanced to the side, there was little space for me to retreat, I had to do something, I rushed forward. She was surprised, her mouth opened in shock as I rammed my left then my right fist into her tummy. She stumbled back, now it was better. I kept punching as she tried to step out of the fight. I didn’t let her, I kept at her. For a moment she had no answer.
She sidestepped, she weaved, she did everything she could to escape my blows. She was partly successful; she avoided more than I landed on her. Still the ones that hit damaged her, each landed punch made her groan, made her shudder. But there were too many that didn’t hit. And I was tiring, the blows she had inflicted hurt badly, my neck was so stiff from when she had caught me between her thighs, it was hard to turn my head. I was wheezing and gasping as I tried hard to keep the attack; I didn’t dare stop and try to get my breath back, she had more to gain from the break than me.
She started blocking my punches as well as just avoiding me. I knew the bitch was recovering, but what could I do to stop her? I tried a risky move; l launched a kick at her tummy. I was too far away from her to knee her; she had just dodged a punch. The kick missed, instead she grabbed my leg, she tried to yank it up. She failed I disengaged. I stepped back.
She smiled; she knew she had the break she needed. For what seemed like a full minute- I don’t know how long it was, I’d lost sense of time, all my will, energy and mind was focused on defeating this bitch- we stood there, glaring at each other, struggling to get our breath back, to force our bodies- she just had to be almost as tired as I was –to obey our minds, to continue the fight.
I stepped forward, arms raised, ready to punch, I drove a punch aimed at her head, she blocked it with her forearm, pushing my hand away. But that had been a feint the real blow was my right fist a straight jab at her upper belly. It hit, hard, she groaned. I tried to press my advantage, sending a barrage of punches aimed at her body. She disengaged; I was too slow to stop her. I attacked again, she thrust her knee up. I pushed my hands down on her knee, blocking it from hitting my belly. She side stepped, somehow she got her leg behind mine. She grabbed my hair with her left hand, jerking it and sending a punch with her right. She almost tripped me. I dropped back. She came on, not giving me a moment, peppering my body with short jabs that kept me off balance.
I kicked out at her shins. That stopped her attack for a moment. I was too tired to attack; grimly I waited for her next onslaught. She dropped to a crouch and tried to sweep my legs from under me. I dodged her tackle and tried to jab at her head. I succeeded but she grabbed my hand and hauled on it twisting it as she did so.
I shoved her head down trying to pin it between my thighs as she had done. She let go of my hand and punched my belly hard. I reeled back. I regrouped. She did too, I needed the break. I was nearly exhausted, I had no idea how much longer I could fight- but it wasn’t going to be long.
“Go on darling, you can take the bitch, make her know why you’re the supervisor and she’s the peon.” Mike cheered her on. She smiled a cold vile smile that made me shiver. She knew how worn I was, she knew she so nearly had me.
I attacked; if I were going down I’d do so fighting. I slammed my body into hers. She stumbled, I slammed again, she went down to the ground. I tried to stamp on her. I failed; she rolled away and got to her feet. I attacked, what the fuck else could I do, even my dark side agreed I had no chance –but added “you didn’t have to fight her to start with!”” I slammed my fist hard aiming for her face, she deflected it, I tried to knee her, I succeeded, she groaned. I forced her back. She countered with a roundhouse right fist punch to my head, I had to dodge it. She slammed her left fist into my side. I gasped, I faltered, I was almost dead on my feet. I tried to body slam her, that had worked only a moment before. Thay anticipated, she slammed her knee up into my belly, I gasped, I stood still trying to get air into my shattered lungs. I saw her fist rushing towards my chin but I had no energy left to deflect it or to dodge. It hit, I went down.
The next I knew was a cold shock –groggily I realised it was water, Mike stood there with a bucket in one hand, his other hand around Thay’s waist. She smiled, “thanks hun” She kissed him, a long sensuous kiss, I just knew it was a victory kiss to remind me she had the guy, to remind him how strong a fighter she was, how hot a woman she was. She nudged me with her foot.” Now bitch pack those boxes and I’ll say nothing more about this fight. Otherwise you’ll be sacked.”
They walked off, kissing again before they left the room. I fought back tears till they left- there was no way I was going to let them see me cry then I finished the job. It took me hours.
My thanks to my devoted editor Judy and to the wonderful original of "Gillian Thay". This story is set on the same night as the fight in Chapter 5 of Cassie's Revenge.
