Mad Women, Ch. 3
Dani stepped through the front door of the Upper East Side apartment and into the sultry, dense atmosphere of the exclusive Manhattan dinner party. The host of the party was the owner of a set of import car dealerships around New York City, specializing in German luxury cars. He was a fat loudmouth, but he was looking to expand into New Jersey, and he’d increased his advertising buys a lot recently, and it was important that the firm put on a good show whenever it got the chance. This had been stressed to Dani, and she made sure to dress the part. She was wearing a red strapless dress that put her magnificent cleavage on display and clung to the sweep of her hips in just the right way, and she had gotten her hair and makeup done earlier, and she knew that she looked beautiful. Her sandy brown hair hung down in long, loose curls, and her makeup highlighted her deep brown eyes and perfect smile in just the right way. The competition of beautiful women would always be tight at parties at this kind of address, but she was confident that she had risen to the occasion.
In her early twenties, Dani was a single young woman who had been working at Abraham and Weiner, an advertising firm on Madison Avenue, for about six months. She was about 5’4, and ever since she had blossomed in high school she had been a true beauty with a magnificent body, with a large, firm bosom and well-formed hips and thighs, and she had also been very athletic from a young age, always stronger and better conditioned than the normal girl with her looks and stature. She had not taken to fighting until she went to college, Barnard, but once she had been inculcated into the culture she had welcomed it. She had had quite a few fights while at Barnard, and while she did not graduate undefeated, Dani had won a lot more than she lost, and she felt like she had left a strong impression on the other women of the college. She had gotten a job at Abraham and Weiner (or, A&W) right out of college, and she had soon discovered that the working world was much the same as college among women: Everyone was a potential rival and everyone was looking to defend her territory. Dani had proven herself against a thirtysomething blonde at her work, and she’d also tangled with a busty and very tough redhead while at a resort up in the Catskills over Christmas. The redhead had bested her when they fought the first time, in the resort’s bar, but then Dani ran into her alone in the locker room a few days later and got her revenge. Although whipping her had felt very good, Dani felt the sting of beating beaten in front of her friends and a roomful of strangers, felt it very harshly, and in the two months since then she’d found herself thinking back to that fight quite a lot. She itched to get at her again, and she was certain that the aggressive redhead felt the same way.
The dealership owner who was hosting tonight’s dinner party, Carl Chandler, had indeed been buying more advertising time on the radio and in newspapers, and he’d been talking about moving into TV, which would mean increasing his spending dramatically. But, in the last few meetings he had had with Dani’s firm, things had not been smooth. Mr. Chandler—as he insisted that everyone call him—had demanded revisions of all of A&W’s work, which he hadn’t done before, and while he was there he had always seemed agitated. A large man, obese really, he was always sweating, even in the winter in New York, and Dani had noticed that he was taking his handkerchief out and touching it to his face a lot more than in the past, in their meetings before Christmas. She had not been at the firm long enough to know the full history, but she knew an unhappy mark when she saw one.
Dani began working the party. And it was work; she was there to help A&W keep the business, after all. It was a very nice penthouse, and the food, decorations, music, all were top notch. It was packed, too. Chandler must have invited everyone related to the car industry in the city. A lot of middle aged men in expensive suits, and some middle aged women in expensive dresses that were very strategically cut and some much younger wives in expensive dresses that were very strategically cut in the opposite direction. Dani made sure that her bosses saw that she was there and saw that she had dressed herself appropriately to the part of the hot, aggressive businesswoman, and then she began working the room. Handshakes, letting men give her a hug that went on too long, dismissive glances from the middle aged first wives and aggressive glances from the younger second wives—it was all part of the job. She talked with people she’d forget in a few hours about import taxes, highway construction, the price of oil, or whatever new car, gun, or whiskey some man had purchased. As she worked the room, Dani noticed that one of the women was tracking her. She was a brunette with very dark hair, which she wore straight and rather long, and she looked to be about 30. She had a rather dark complexion and Dani suspected she might be of Middle Eastern descent, and she had a slender build in her shoulders and hips but with a large bosom that seemed quite well-formed under her dress. She seemed athletic and quick, and she was quite attractive, even beautiful, although her face had a very sharp and serious look to it. Dani made note of it, but she was rather used to having very attractive women glare at her at dinner parties. And at plenty of other places, too.
The brunette was still eyeing Dani, who through a very great effort restrained herself from staring back at her, but even still she kept checking on the brunette, anticipating some aggressive approach or some sign that she was gossiping about her. And on one of these, Dani saw her move toward another woman, whom Dani only spotted briefly as an imposing figure with red hair. Red hair that Dani would recognize anywhere as belonging to the woman she had fought twice while she and her coworkers were on their Christmas vacation up in Vermont. Dani’s heart leapt in her chest and she immediately was thinking about whether the redhead would come after her and whether she could go over to her now, coming at her directly rather than allow some sucker punch later. But, some random men stepped in front of her and began talking at her, and she lost track of both women. As soon as was feasible, she extricated herself from the two men and began scanning the room. The unknown brunette she found easily enough, but the redhead was nowhere to be seen.
After some time, Dani excused herself from whatever conversation about highways or hunting rifles she had been in and went looking for a bathroom. There were two in the hallways, but both of them had lines, and finally she found one in the back of the master bedroom. She finished up and on her way back out, she found Mr. Chandler sitting on the bed. He obviously had been waiting for her and he gestured for Dani to sit next to him, which she did not do. He asked her if she was enjoying the dinner party, and Dani said of course she was and that he was an excellent host, which they both knew was the only answer he could give.
“I’ve been waiting to get a moment with you,” he said next. “You’re a very popular young woman this evening. And very beautiful,” he added.
“Thank you,” she said, leaning away from him just a bit, and then she waited for him to say what he’d come in there to say.
“I was hoping that you’d be the one to go first.”
“Go first?” Dani asked. She was genuinely confused.
“Well, yes. This isn’t the first time that I’ve had an arrangement like this.”
“An arrangement?”
“Right. Ashley, my office manager, she said that she’d spoken with you and that you would be, um, amenable to a personal arrangement.”
“I don’t know an Ashley,” Dani said.
“Oh, she’s easy to remember. Very, um, easy on the eyes, much like you are. Red hair, very beautiful, great figure. Very hard-headed, if I’m honest. Lord knows she has her hands full keeping in line.”
He said this last part with a look in his eye that told Dani that she should get out of the bedroom. As she moved toward the door, Mr. Chandler became surprised and started to rise from the bed. She wasn’t going to give him a chance to get between her and the door and Dani just kicked him in the balls with everything she had. He went down like a sack of cow shit and Dani reflected briefly on the kind of blows that she’d endured, and had meted out, in fights with other women and they had not ended after one exchange and then, as he was on his knees, eyes closed, hands over his crotch, moaning, she hit him across the jaw and put him down and then she left the room.
She left the party early, but not as quickly as she had left Mr. Chandler on the bedroom floor. There was a friend of hers, Susan, who was there. Susan was a bit older and seemed to know everyone and everything in their world. Dani got her alone and learned that the brunette was named Debleena Watt. She had been born in India and was of mixed-race heritage, Indian and white, and she had used her tremendous looks to land a rich husband while she was here for college. She had quite the reputation as a very spirited woman, Susan had told her, someone who marked out her territory very clearly and defended it at all costs. And Debleena was friends with a woman named Ashley, who had red hair and also could be very spirited and defensive of her territory. Ashley, it turned out, was the office manager for Mr. Chandler, from whom Debleena’s husband bought cars for his company to use. Susan wasn’t sure on the details, but she had always suspected that the women had more in common than a favorite coffee shop. Susan had also heard that Debleena had a daughter who was in college and whose apple had not fallen far from her mother’s tree, as it were. And Susan was happy to tell Dani where Mr. Chandler’s dealership was and also the fact that Ashley was always the first one to arrive at work every morning. A serious woman, that Ashley was, as Dani knew well. Once she had her information, she made an excuse to one of her bosses and left. She had bet that Mr. Chandler would be too embarrassed at letting a young woman get the best of him that he wouldn’t make a scene at his own party. As to what would happen with the account, well, either he would drop them or he wouldn’t. And no one at A&W was going to be surprised if he did, and they wouldn’t blame her, so long as he stayed embarrassed.
The first sunlight of the morning was just hitting the tops of the office buildings when Dani arrived at the Midtown Mercedes dealership on Monday. Dani stopped at the front door and examined her reflection in the glass: her light brown hair hanging in frizzy curls, her big brown eyes and round cheeks and the overall beauty of her face, the swell of her large, firm bosom, and of course the determination and strength she felt throughout her body. And she thought of the strength of the beauty of the woman inside and how badly she wanted to clash with her and prove herself, redeem herself for what that other beauty had done to her in front of everyone, her friends included, in that bar up in Vermont. She braced herself with one last deep breath, and then opened it and slid inside. She was wearing a white blouse and black skirt, and she was carrying a duffel bag with a change of clothes, as she fully expected everything she was wearing to be ruined after the fight. However, not once had she considered wearing old clothes, or something she didn’t care about. The hatred she felt for this woman, the passion of their rivalry, made it all the more important that she look her best. That was just the way of things between women. She wore no earrings or necklace, but she was wearing a set of rings on both hands, to be taken off if and when the imperious redhead did the same.
The building was as nice inside as it was outside, Dani had to admit. It had been remodeled recently, and the lines were all very open and clean. There was a row of new-model sedans on display inside the front glass that comprised the front of the dealership, all of them immaculate, as were the wall, the chairs and desks, and everything else in sight. No one was in the showroom, which suited Dani’s needs just fine. All she wanted was the chance to start the fight, at which point she didn’t think anyone would interfere unless it got truly out of hand. She didn’t think many people would have prevented her from starting the fight, either, and she doubted that Ashley had many work friends who would stand up for her, especially not with another woman. Still, Dani knew that this would be her best chance to have it out with the redhead, and she was not going to let it get past her.
There was a banging sound coming from a hallway in the back of the showroom, and Dani dropped her duffel by one of the salesmen’s desks and marched confidently toward it. At the end of the hallway was a half-closed door with a light on, and there were banging and thumping sounds coming from inside. Dani eased the door open and stepped in. Ashley was standing in front of the Xerox machine, repeatedly opening and slamming one of the compartment doors and cursing under her breath. She was wearing a black skirt as well, with a red blouse that accentuated the deep red of her hair. Dani ran her eyes over Ashley’s enormous bosom and the full sweep of her hips and thighs. She was a powerfully built woman, as Dani had already learned the hard way, as well as a beautiful one. Her hair and makeup seemed perfect and even the deep scowl on her face, from her frustration with the copier, couldn’t change that.
“Hey, bitch,” Dani said from the door.
Ashley spun quickly to face her, and at first the scowl deepened, but then a big smile crept into place. “Why, good morning, you dumb slut. Did you come to get your ass kicked again?”
“You know why I came,” Dani replied.
“Of course. And I was expecting it. Did you have fun with Mr. Chandler? I thought he’d be the perfect man for you, fat and stupid.”
“I’m going to knock that smile right off your face,” Dani said.
“Right to business, then. I like it,” Ashley responded. She quickly slid her earrings and necklace off and slipped out of her shoes. “If you want to go like that,” she added, pointing to the rings on Dani’s fingers, “I have some real dusters in my desk I can get.”
“Just had to make sure,” Dani answered. She took off the rings and her shoes and then the two of them shook out their hair and took a deep breath, ready to fight.
The two combative women squared off, fists raised, large chests puffed out, staring deeply into each other’s eyes. Some unspoken element passed between them and then the copier suddenly began running with a loud ‘clang,’ like a bell ringing to start them, and as soon as it did Dani lunged forward with a straight right. She got Ashley squarely in the mouth with it, knocking the bigger redhead back a step, and she followed up with a solid left into her ribs and a right across the face. Ashley stumbled back, wincing, giving Dani what she thought was a chance to finish the other woman off right at the start. She threw a wild right but Ashley had already recovered, and as Dani’s arm came around Ashley threw herself forward. The big redhead crashed into Dani right when she was the most unbalanced and they went to the floor together. Dani landed on the bottom, with the other woman on top of her, and she had all the air driven from her. She lay on her back, staring up mindlessly at the ceiling, and then the next thing she knew the woman on top of her had hold of her hair and was banging her head on the ground. It felt like there was an earthquake happening inside her head. Desperate, lest this larger woman scramble her and leave her helpless, Dani seized her by the hair on the back of her head and yanked up with one hand and with the other, she pushed against her chin. Ashley began moaning and then as Dani began twisting her head she began screaming. She stopped slamming her head on the ground and then with a thrust of her hips Dani rolled her to the side.
Dani was telling herself that she needed to immediately roll over and get on top of her, but her head still felt like the inside of a speedbag. Finally, she was rolling up onto her elbow but by then the other woman was ready to go, and as Dani was turning toward her opponent, she whipped her elbow back and caught Dani in the breast. Dani rolled away, instinctively, holding her large bust, and she got back to her feet. But the redhead had gotten up first and as Dani turned toward her she got nailed across the face. The punch spun her around and put her face first into the wall and before she could recover, the redhead slammed herself into her, pinning her there. Dani felt her hair being grabbed hard and then she was being dragged along the wall. She felt every scrape of wood, pinching and burning her face and her chest as she was pushed and dragged and she could hear her opponent grunting with the effort and calling her a stupid bitch. Soon enough they reached the corner and Dani went stumbling forward and thudded into the far wall. She was now by the door where she had entered the room, and she was hurting. One side of her face was hurting from the punch and the other side from the friction of the wall. Despite the pain she raised her fists as the redhead came at her but she was too late. Ashley nailed her in the mouth and then threw punches into her firm breasts and flat stomach, one after the other, giving her a tremendous pounding. At last, Dani got herself off the wall and threw her arms around Ashley and bore her to the ground. As they fell, Dani got hold of her red hair and pulled and her head back so that her head hit the ground first and then Dani atop her.
They lay like that, Dani atop Ashley, the latter stunned by hitting her head and the former in need of recovery from the beating she’d been taking. Finally, Dani felt her strength return and she could sense the woman under her stirring. She was suddenly aware of the counters of the redhead’s body under her, the two of them pressed together, and as she was feeling this she noticed the other brawler’s arms and legs beginning to move. Dani hit her in the side a few times and then raised herself up and drove her knee up between the other woman’s legs. She didn’t think that she struck home but she did elicit a groan. Bracing one hand in the center of the redhead’s imposing chest, Dani pushed herself up. As she regained her feet, Dani noticed that the other woman was also trying to rise too, as she was coming up into a sitting position, so Dani kicked her in the chest and put her back down. She landed on her back and Dani stamped her foot down into her stomach, drawing an empty groan from somewhere deep inside her. Dani thought it sounded like the air rushing out of a whale and she enjoyed it, and she was standing over her, her arms akimbo now, sucking in great deep breaths and looking down at the other woman, who was now lying on her back, eyes closed, holding her stomach with both hands. Dani was taking in the sight and thinking about what she was going to do to her next when suddenly Ashley was hitting her in the knees and she was falling backwards.
Dani fell back into the wall and slid down to the ground. The friction pulled her blouse up, exposing her stomach, and she could feel her skirt being pulled up her thighs and beginning to tear. Seeing that the other woman was getting up, somehow, and thinking of their fistfight in the bar up in Vermont, when she seemed to always be able to rise again, Dani made herself start moving. She rolled to the side and got to one hand and a knee and then the busty redhead was on her. Strong hands yanked up on her hair and she was slapped across the face and then a knee slammed into her chest, knocking her back into the wall. And then she was held there by the hair with one hand while the other hand hit her about the face, back and forth. Dani pulled at the wrist that held her hair but to no avail. Then she was kicked in the side and the hips and hit in the face some more and then it all stopped for a second.
“Get up, bitch,” Ashley hissed. “We aren’t done yet.”
And she hauled Dani up by her hair and one arm and then, as she was rising, Dani felt her blouse being torn away. First Ashley ripped it open in the front, popping the buttons, and then she yanked down on the sleeves so that Dani’s arms were trapped. Frantically, Dani began wriggling and dodging but then the punches started. Ashley hit her in the face and torso, one after another, until at last the blouse disintegrated and Dani’s arms were free. She immediately got her fists up in front of her face but she had already taken quite a beating, and the redhead kept punishing her. A right to the face, and then a left, and another right and left, and Dani’s head was whipped from one side to the other, her hair flying about, and she could hear her animalistic grunting sounds as if they came from someone else. Time and again those hard knuckles slammed into her face with such force. Then she felt the strong hands again gripped her hair and she was dragged over to the Xerox machine. She knew what was coming and she tried to brace herself but she still found her head slammed down into the top of the copier. And then Ashley raised her head back up and slammed her down face first into the copier again.
“See how that face of yours looks now,” she said.
Dani slumped forward onto the copier and just slid down to the floor, ending up kneeling in front of the copy machine, leaning against it. It was still running copies and the warm vibrations somehow felt soothing to her in her dismantled state. Then she felt her bra being torn and pulled and wrapped around her neck. Panicked, Dani got her finger under the bra strap, giving her some relief, but it wasn’t enough and soon she was gagging. The material dug into her fingers and she began thrashing. The redhead pulled up even harder and Dani came up with it. That got her some relief but now the redhead was dragging her around the copy room by the bra strap still around her throat and then she flung her. Dani went stumbling across the room and she hit the wall hard, shoulder first, and slid halfway down to the floor. She was bracing herself on a shelving unit full of office supplies and she managed to push herself up to her feet just as Ashley reached her. Dani feebly shoved at her but Ashley ignored it and blasted her in the stomach with a closed fist. Dani folded around it and sank back down to the floor, on her knees, both hands over her stomach. Ashley stood in front of her and thought that she should punch her in the crotch but she couldn’t make her arms do anything and the redhead kneed her in the bosom, hard, sending her rolling onto her back. Dani lay there, chest rising and falling, her body aching, and the redheaded bitch stood over her. Both women were sweating freely, their hair and faces a mess.
“Get up, we’re not done,” Ashley taunted her. “You show up at my job, try to make me look bad, you’re gonna pay for it.”
With that, she kicked Dani in the side, but more like a taunt and not as hard as she could have. Moaning, Dani rolled over onto her stomach and pushed herself up to her hands and knees and then to her feet. She was topless, her large breasts exposed and tempting targets for the other women’s fists, she knew. And immediately she was proven right. Ashley came right at her chest, throwing a left hook that caught her on the outside of her right breast. Dani took it an threw a rigdht over the top of the other woman’s left and caught her flush on the cheek. Ashley had thought she was finished and wasn’t expecting a counterpunch and the force of it turned her face away. Dani capitalized and threw a left into her massive bust and followed it up with an uppercut right, again to the chest, and then got her in the mouth with a left. This sent Ashely back a few steps and made her pause and gather herself. Dani saw recognition on her face that the fight wasn’t over and saw too that the redhead was happy that she found a second wind. Ashley shook out her arms briefly and circled to her right, expecting Dani to do the same. Instead, Dani launched herself forward and tackled the other woman to the ground.
They landed hard and immediately it was a mauling catfight. They clung to each other, scratching at other wherever they could get hold, pulling hair, slapping and hitting, and below the waist their legs intertwined and their hips and thighs strained against each other. One was on top and then the other as they churned mindlessly back and forth across the floor. Dani felt every bit of the other woman’s body against hers. She was under the redhead and she rolled her over and then the two were side by side. Ashley had hold of Dani’s breast in one hand and her hair in the other and she was doing considerable damage to both. Dani had one arm around the other’s neck and with the other hand she was trying to rip open her shirt. Then she gave up on that and grabbed hold of her massive breast and tried to crush it through the bra and shirt but it wasn’t as effective as what was being done to her. The women’s cheeks were pressed flat against each other and suddenly, without even thinking about what she was doing, Dani turned her face and bit Ashley on the lips. The redhead immediately began screaming—as well as she could with her lips held shut by the bite—and thrashing. The women separated and Ashley went on her hands and knees. She was checking her lips and face and staring at the blood on her hands and she was facing away from Dani, who was lying on one side and staring at the large, perfectly formed ass of this other woman and the remains of the skirt that held it so tightly. And then she lunged forward and landing on her drove Ashley face down to the ground. The other woman began bucking under her but Dani stayed on top and she gripped Ashley by the hair and began slamming her face into the floor over and over. The carpet offered some protection but not enough, as Dani knew from the start of their fight. She slammed her head down again and again and then she held it there and pushed her beautiful face down into the carpet, trying to grind it against the coarse fabric.
Dani sat like that atop her opponent and both women paused, breathing hard, and then they sprang into action again. Ashley tried to roll herself onto her back but Dani was already rising and she was standing over before the redhead could respond. Dani stamped her foot down into the center of the other woman’s chest and then stepping to the side she kicked her in the ribs. Ashley moaned and held her sides, rolling over, and Dani reached down and pulled her up to her feet by her blouse. As Ashley was rising, Dani popped her in the face with one hand while holding her by her blouse with her other hand, which she wrapped up in the material of the shirt so that it was bound tight. And then when the redhead was up, Dani pounded her with her free hand, driving fist after fist into her stomach and her enormous breasts, and then she went to work on her face. Dani drove her fist into her beautiful face again and again until finally the shirt tore open and the redhead went flying backward with the force of the punch. She landed against the copy machine and leaned against it, hurting, gasping for breath. Dani stood in front of her and without any resistance she ripped open her bra and then she slugged her across the face with a right fist and then a left fist. With that, the redhead sank down to the ground, slowly.
Dani stood over her and said, “Get up so I can kick your fat ass some more.” At first, Ashley didn’t respond, and Dani kicked her lightly on the ass and said, “Come on. We’re gonna finish this.”
Finally, Ashley glared up at her, and Dani could see the hatred coming back, bringing her face to life. Without breaking eye contact, Ahsley got back up. Topless now, both of them, their bare breasts and stomachs showing the brutality of their fight, their faces bruised and bloodied and full of feminine rage, they stood facing each other, and they brought their fists up and readied themselves. Ashley threw the first punch but it was slow and Dani knocked it aside. They made another half-circle around the room and Dani saw her brace herself and she quickly popped her in the mouth with a left and then, while she was stunned, she got her with a strong right across the face. The blow turned her and Dani felt a surge of energy but the redhead came right back and returned the blow with a strong right of her own into Dani’s nose. The power of it sent Dani backward and she felt the wall behind her and she made herself rotated away from it before Ashley could take advantage. The big-busted beauty was smiling again and looked ready to throw a haymaker to end it and Dani hit her with a left and a right to the face, quick ones, and then as her arms came up to protect herself Dani got her in the stomach with a punch and then she threw herself forward and followed the punch with a knee into the bottom of her stomach. Dani felt the other woman’s hurt in the low guttural sound she made, but to connect like that Dani had gotten in close and now the redhead clamped her arms around her.
The women clung to each other like that, topless, sweaty, bloody. They leaned on each other and pulled hair and gripped female flesh. Their enormous firm breasts, their great assets, were crushed against each other and swelled out under their armpits. Dani feared being slammed by the bigger woman but it seemed that Ashley had no strength left then and Dani found she had none either. They turned and pushed on each other and Ashley stamped her foot down on Dani’s, and again and again. It might have looked harmless after all they had done to each other but at that time it felt like her foot was being broken and Dani opened her mouth and bit the bitch’s shoulder. Ashley groaned in pain and Dani let go of the bite just long enough to bring her knee up into her stomach and then she bit her again. Now Ashley was wrenching herself, trying to get away, but she seemed to be gaining energy too and again Dani was worried about being thrown or slammed. If the woman landed on her now she’d be at her mercy, and there would be none. So Dani let go of her and stepped back and as she did she threw an uppercut right into her breast, nailing it clean. Ashley yelped as her big breast flopped upward and Dani ducked down and threw her left into her gut. That too landed clean and Ashley started to bend forward, clutching at herself. Now Dani stepped to the side and nailed her in the side of the face with her right fist and directly into the center with her left fist. One more right, a straight into the outside of her breast as she stumbled by and all of them landed hard and well.
The big redhead, so intimidating with her great beauty, her spectacular body, and her tremendous fighting ability, both fistfighting and catfighting, this woman who had originally picked that fight with Dani and viciously beaten her in front of her friends, was now at her end. She was still standing but she was hurting in so many places at once it was as if she couldn’t decide which part of herself to cover up. Somehow, though, she was still standing. At first, she put her hands over her body and Dani hit her across the face with a right and a left and then as the woman’s hands drifted upward Dani went to work on her bosom, one blow after another. At some point in this barrage, the other fighter began to whimper. And that gave Dani all the more to pour on the damage. She pounded away at her chest and stomach and when Ashley’s arms fell down to her sides Dani smashed her in the face with a right and a left. Her victim was openly crying now but she would not go down. She even threw a punch in return but it was no threat. Dani seized her by the hair with both hands and with a mighty surge she pulled her forward and got her moving and then flung her into the wall. She crashed into it face and chest first with no protection, hitting with a sickening crunch, and she stayed like that, as if she were stuck against it. Dani stood there, staring at her in wonder, at her bare back that had turned a scarlet red with the exertion of their brawl, her impressive thighs, her spectacular ass still covered in what little remained of her black skirt. Dani had never fought a woman who would take such a beating and stay upright. Dani had never delivered such a beating to a woman in a win or a loss. And even then it seemed like the redhead might come back. Her crying had stopped and she was bracing her hands against the wall like she was going to push herself off and face off with Dani yet again.
Dani put a stop to it. She flung herself forward and launched a kick into the other woman’s back. She hit her square and after that there was no question of the ending of the fight. Ashley’s enormous breasts were crushed flat against the wall so that their flesh oozed out to the sides and she made some horrible noise from deep inside. Dani collected herself and recovered her breath and then she grabbed her by the back of her red hair. With that, she turned her around and put her back against the wall and then she began throwing punches. Rights and lefts to her face, her breasts, her stomach, and now the tears were flowing and she sank to the floor under the weight of the blows. Dani stood over her, hands on her hips, breathing hard, her firm naked breasts proudly jutting out from her chest, her hair matted and ruined, her face bloody, and all of her bruised and battered and all of her spectacular in her beauty. And the redhead, beaten now, at last, crying and staring up at her, equally bruised and battered and humiliated and finished.
“Let me know when you want to go again,” Dani said, and then she staggered out of the copy room the victress.
