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JUST ONCE- CHAPTER 4- WHO’S THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL?
The two rivals starred down each other. They were about to fight again and determine the winner. Each had two very distinct thoughts. First, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” And second, “I have to win this fight.”
They came together. Filled with desire to hurt the other woman. Stiff punches landed- tits, bellies and shoulders. Cries of pain and discomfort came from both, but it did appear that Ashley was getting the better of the exchanges and Emma closed in to grab a handful of hair and one of Ashley’s tits. The brunette replied with a series of face slaps and then threw Emma to the mat.
Ashley was on Emma in a flash, and the blonde sensed she was in trouble. They wrestled on the floor with Ashley now looking for the head scissors which would end the fight in her favor. Emma realized the brunette’s intentions and wriggled away before Ashley’s legs could lock in. She scrambled to her feet a split second before Ashley and went on the attack. The women wrestled again, this time standing up, and Ashley evened the position and gained a headlock, bending both women at the waist. With her free hand Ashley locked onto Emma’s right tit and mauled it.
Emma yelped and with great effort managed to stand upright and with the women still locked together she wrapped her arm around Ashley’s neck and brought the fighters in close to each other, tits smashed together so a bit of the blood from Emma’s wounded tit smeared that of her opponent.
The fighter’s awkwardly danced around the dance studio. Each woman snaked a free hand between them and searched for tender pussy flesh, now revealed because their panties were in tatters. The pain was intense. The blonde moaned and pushed her rival backwards until Ashley was up against the wall of mirrors. Now Emma had the advantage and she increased her efforts to wreck Ashley’s pussy. Ashley, sensing she was in real danger, released her hold on her rival’s pussy, went for a handful of hair and turned the pair so that Emma was now the fighter whose back was plastered to the mirror.
The blonde was losing her grip on Ashley’s pussy and the brunette began to piston her knee up into her foe, searching for a direct hit between Emma’s legs. She was only partially successful, landing most of the shots to Emma’s thighs. Emma timed a twist of their bodies at the exact moment when Ashley had one leg in the air and escaped being trapped against the wall of mirrors. The women separated.
They circled. Each woman checked their vagina to inspect damage. No blood. They glanced at the mirror where both had been pinned to see the sweaty silhouettes of their two torsos side by side which still remained on the mirror, and resembled chalk outlines at a crime scene.
The cruelty of the fight surprised both women. Neither had expected this, but they remained totally committed to see it through to the end. If it had not been such an even fight, it would have been over long ago.
“I’ve got you now,” lied Emma.
“Shut up and fight, bitch.”
Once again they renewed the battle. Each caught a handful of hair, and started reigning wild punches at the other. Emma lost her balance and fell to her knees. Ashley still had Emma by the hair, and started to kick at her opponent. The blonde warded off most of the kicks and quickly regained her feet, grabbing Ashley around the waist and tackling her to the ground. For no good reason she ripped the remnants of Ashley’s panties from her body and tossed it to the side. They wrestled and rolled on the floor, Ashley ending up on top. She evened the score by tearing Emma’s panties off. The fighters, now completely nude, fought on, plastered together in a gruesome embrace.
Progress now, was measured in inches. Cheek to check, arms around necks, Emma rolled on top and rotated her lower body so that she was now at right angles to the brunette. She freed one of her arms and started to land solid punches to Ashley’s tits and midsection. She sought Ashley’s pussy but could not get at it, so she simply latched onto one of the brunette’s tits and crushed it with all her might. Ashley sought an escape and twisted away from the blonde, and broke the grip that Emma had on her neck.
The end came quickly and decisively. With her roll, Ashley had her back to Emma and could not see her rival. As she got to her knees, Emma, quick as a cat, was standing and waiting for her. The blonde grabbed a handful of Ashley’s hair and with a mighty strike with her knee directly to the face of the still kneeling brunette and exploded her nose.
Ashley collapsed flat onto her back. She screamed, brought both of her hands to her face, and blood from her broken nose seeped between her fingers. Emma straddled her, and with no remorse grabbed both of Ashley’s tits.
“Give up bitch, or I’ll rip your tits off,”
Ashley, with her bloody hands still covering her face could only meekly reply, “I give. Stop.”
The fight was over.
Emma rose and for a moment stood over her beaten rival. Hair disheveled, blood on one tit and coated in sweat she presented an awesome portrait. She had won. She felt relief and exhilaration. She considered landing one final kick to her prone opponent, but thought better of it. However, she did turn towards the mirrors and saw the reflection of her standing proudly over her beaten rival. She took a mental snap shot of the scene; she wanted to always remember it.
She went to the side of the mat and snatched her prize, the necklaces, and even though Ashley could not see her, she put the loser’s trinket around her neck. She quickly dressed. “Good fight, Ashley. I knew I’d beat you.” She threw a towel towards Ashley. “Make sure you clean up the blood off the mats. I don’t want my sister-in-law getting mad at me. And close the door tight behind you when you leave. I gotta go feed my cat. See ya at work.”
And with that the blonde left, and Ashley, now alone and still on the mat, began to cry.
One month later Emma and Ashley sat in the outer office of the HR Director. They stared at each other, but did not speak. In fact, they had not spoken since their fight. Was the fight why they were called to HR? Did someone blab? What was this about?
The HR Director, a matronly woman in her fifties called the women into her office. “Sit down ladies, please. There is something I want to show you. This has just come to our attention.” She swiveled her computer around so that both women could see the screen. She hit a key and up popped a video. It was security video of the courtyard, and it showed the second meeting of the women when Ashley slapped Emma, and the blonde quickly returned the favor.
“This violates every workplace safety rule we have. You are both terminated immediately.”
