First of all I'd like to thank Sandman13 for giving me permission to write this. Hope everyone enjoys.
Ellie was tired of being pushed around. Tired of being talked down to. Tired of how people in the office acted towards her. Tired of how they treated her. And she was just tired. It was 5:45. She should have been out of the office and on the bus home half an hour ago. Yet she wasn't. She'd been working on something the head of marketing had borked in the office messaging system. The company had wanted some proprietary software and someone had downloaded something they shouldn't have and now it was all a mess. No. Not just someone. Debra Dawson. Debbie as she asked to be called.
The black haired woman had been a thorn in Ellie's side every since she had been placed as the head of the marketing department. Outrageous requests, treating Ellie like shit. It was always something with her. And Ellie suspected she had gotten her position through extremely shady means. Namely her body. It was frustrating. And now? Just when Ellie was packing everything into her messenger bag to get home for the day, having gotten the messaging system mostly working again, figuring she could make sure it was fully functional in the morning that her phone went off. Staring at it, she contemplated not picking up. Pretending she hadn't heard it. Acting like she'd already left. But something inside her compelled her to answer. That little bit of her that made her a good person. That made her try to be there for people. That occasionally let someone walk over her. The short haired brunette slowly lifted the phone, and immediately regretted as soon as she heard the voice on the other side.
“Elizabeth my phone isn't working. I need you in my office immediately, I don't know what you did to it when I asked you to look at it earlier today, but it was working before and now it's not. I want you in here like...an HOUR AGO!” She finished off shouting, causing Ellie to hold the phone away from her face slightly, before mumbling out that she was on her way, and hanging the phone up.
Her bag limply onto her desk as she stood there for a few moments, fists clenched at her side. No, the phone had not been working before. Debbie hadn't even been able to send or receive text messages before Ellie had gotten to it. Slamming her palm onto her desk in frustration she grumbled then began the trek to the marketing bitch's office. And as soon as she got into that office, she knew her frustration was about to shoot through the roof. Debbie already had her purse over her shoulder, as she stood there, fingers tapping on her desk, phone held limply in her hand, her eyes squinting at Ellie as she shuffled inside.
“Finally. Did you break both your legs on the way here or something?” Ellie opened her mouth to protest, but Debbie continued unabated, “Doesn't matter.” As she waved her free hand dismissively towards the IT woman. “I want this fixed. Immediately. I'll be back by the office tonight, and it better be on my desk waiting for me.” She held the phone out towards the short haired brunette. Ellie was dumbfounded. It was already almost six, and this piece of human trash was expecting her to stay even later doing a personal favor? Maybe it was Ellie's fault. She had always been kind of quiet. Always just kind of going with the flow. The lanky girl stared at the busty head of marketing and drew a deep breath.
“No.” She said simply and that one single word seemed to shoot straight through Debbie, whose eyes went from squinting to wide in a flash.
And in that same flash she had closed the gap between the pair, her chest jammed right up into Ellie's non-existent breasts, causing the IT girl to take a small step back. Cowering slightly. She had faced down girls like this her whole life, though high school had been a hotbed of them. Bitchy. Pretty. Huge tits. And she had always cowered. Always taken the easy way out of just getting out of their way or doing what they wanted. And it seemed like today would be no different. Debbie even sneered as Ellie stepped back away from her, “That's what I thought.” Was all she said, thrusting the phone into Ellie's chest, “And if it's not fixed, I'll fire you. You got that, ya brainless idiot?”
“I said no...” Ellie murmured, looking down and away from her boss. She felt like a mouse. A terrified little mouse. But something inside her clicked. A memory came back. Of a LiveLeak video she had seen just the other day. She had suspected who had been in it, but had never confirmed now. Well, now was as good a time was ever. “You...you...” she searched for a way to phrase it, “tanning bed loving, bitch!” She finally blurted out.
That seemed to get the black haired girl's attention. And her anger. She bared her teeth like a wild animal and suddenly the hand holding that phone was coming for Ellie's head. The lanky brunette reacted quickly though and brought her own arms to protect her head and stepped backwards, as the phone missed slamming into her head by inches as she stumbled away, “You crazy cxnt!” She cried out, as she backed away. But Debbie didn't seem to want to let her go, she was like an angry bull, charging after a matador.
And Ellie played the matador well, managing to sidestep the woman as she barreled forwards. She had to get out of the office, call the cops or security or something. She whirled to face the furious black haired bimbo once more, trying to think of how to get past her and through the door she now blocked. No. No more running. No more cowering. If the security footage from the tanning salon had taught her one thing, it was that the brainless bimbo couldn't fight. And so it was then and there that Elizabeth Conway decided seemingly for the first time in her life to take the offensive. As Debbie charged again, there would be no dodging this time. No cowering and slipping around her. No. Ellie was done with that.
And so as Debbie came at her she stood her ground, as she had seen the blonde chick in the video do when Debbie's friend or whoever it was had come charging. But she took a different approach to attacking. As the phone came swinging at her, she sidestepped slightly. It was still getting out of the way. But she added something this time, not getting fully out of the way, she brought her knee up hard and fast into the charging woman's belly. Debbie stopped dead in her tracks and her eyes once more flew open, but this time for pain and surprise. Ellie leaned in towards the frozen bimbo, “I'm not running anymore.” She whispered in her ear before stepping away and slapping her across the face.
Debbie cried out and stumbled backwards, her phone falling from her head and to the floor, the screen cracking on impact. Whatever momentum Debbie had had was gone now, as Ellie was on her in an instant, firing stinging slap after stinging slap to her face, her head snapping back and forth, her luscious black hair going with it as she blubbered out between slaps, “B-but you're just some loser nerd!”
Ellie scowled and continued the assault sending Debbie backwards, directing her until a kick to the belly sent her falling down, her ass landing in the small trash can as she cried out. “Correction. That used to be me. I may still be a nerd, but you look a lot like a loser. And trash right now.” She said with a smirk as Debbie flailed, trying to extract hers butt from the small can, as Ellie just watched snickering as she watched the bully struggle. Then she decided to help. Well. Help herself to having a little more fun. Striding confidently towards the struggling woman she reached down and got two handfuls of thick black hair. “Upsy daisy!” She called out, her voice filled with delight as she hauled Debbie out of the trash can, as the bigger girl squealed and flailed as she was brought back to her feet.
“Owowow! Leggo!” She cried out as Ellie did comply with that request, “Your wish is my command, Boss.” She smiled at her opponent releasing the hair and putting her hands to better use by firing off a one two combination to the raven haired woman's face, snapping her head back twice and causing her to stumble back slightly, a dazed look coming across her face. Reaching out, Ellie took ahold of the woman's top and gave it a hard tug, sending buttons flying as Debbie gasped out, as Ellie gave her jacket a tug down to get a better view, yanking the shirt with it, revealing the bigger woman's black and white bra. “How many dudes stuck their dick between those airbags that work here?” She questioned Debbie as the bigger girl stammered and sputtered trying to take command back of the situation she had so clearly lost control of.
Debbie shucked off her shirt and jacket the rest of the way before letting out a desperate battle cry, “I'm gonna clock you into next week you nerdy piece of trash!” She screamed out wildly before throwing an off balance punch towards the skinny girl's face. And that gave Ellie every opportunity to tee off on the big girl, firing her left fist out across Debbie's jaw, snapping her head to the side and sending her stumbling away once more, her eyes rolling around in her head. Reaching over towards the desk, Ellie grabbed a pair of scissors. Stepping up to Debra, she brandished the scissors, “Lets free those girls, shall we?” And a few cuts later, the bra was laying on the floor in scraps as Ellie tossed the scissors carelessly back on the desk.
She smiled and licked her lips, “Time for the real fun to begin.” And with that she began to fire straight punches directly into Debbie's plump tits. Her fists sunk into the big orbs mashing them hard, as Debbie cried out and yowled in pain, incoherently for the most part, but words occasionally making their way into all the complaints as Ellie drove her backwards, “Ooooh! My tits!” Punch punch punch. Scream scream, howl. “Ooooh my poor boobies!” Smack smack. Uppercut. DD Debbie's boobs were smashed and smacked, wobbling and jiggling, bouncing all around her chest from the barrage.
As the punching stopped, Debbie stood right in front of her desk, as Ellie grinned maliciously at her, “I think I know how to fix you. Lets try turning you off and on again.” With that she launched an uppercut into Debbie's chin, sending her backwards, crashing into her desk, the monitor and keyboard falling to the floor with Debbie on top of them, flat on her back and out like a light. Ellie just rubbed her fist and smiled down at her. “Might take a little while to reboot.”
*****
Debbie wasn't sure how long it was before she woke up. When she woke up she found her busted phone stuffed into her mouth, sitting up slowly she spit the phone out and it bounced off her bruised boobs falling to the floor as she groaned out as her bruised tits felt like hell. Her vision was still obscured despite her eyes now being open before she realized a folded up piece of paper was taped to her face. Pulling it off and opening it she began to read.
'Dear Debs the Bimbo,
I quit. Fix your own shit. Hopefully manually restarting your dumbass will fix that awful attitude. Best of luck sounding smart in meetings without having me around to tell you what a fucking hard drive is.
All the best,
Ellie'
