[Danny Hard]

I've been travelling in the USA for a week, visiting various business friends and will end the trip with a visit to a conference in Chicago.

Check into the hotel in the afternoon when i notice a woman who is being served by another receptionist and who is looking at me.
Well, i also think that i look good and don't attach any importance to the incident.

I've arranged to meet other participants of the conference for dinner, we eat well, drink and chat.
Just before i want to go to my room, my eyes fall on her.
The woman i saw at the reception.
She stares at me.
I say goodbye to the others and sit down at the bar.
She is still there.
This time i return the gaze.
Does she want to intimidate me?
Does she think she is better than me in whatever?
I've definitely noticed that she has a very athletic body, her clothes conceal a defined muscular body.
With this body i would also believe that i can defeat anyone.
But i'm confident enough to stand up to this woman and her beliefs. 
The bartender puts the mojito i ordered in front of me.
Sip my drink, push her out of my thoughts and enjoy my bedtime treat.

[FitOfficerWife]

I flew into Chicago on the red eye this morning. God I hate this city. But this was a rare occasion where my husband and I could attend seminars for our respective businesses in the same place at the same time.

Pat had to go straight to his conference,  so I am on my own to check us in and get settled.  As I approach the reception desk, I notice a slim brunette checking in next to me. I immediately detect a foreign accent,  but can't quite identify the origin.  Apparently I stared a little too long,  as I noticed her look over, look me up and down, and developed an instant look of arrogance.  I think to myself,  "bitch, please. I'd break you like a twig."  I finish checking in and go up to the room.

I head off to my seminar. As I wonder during intermission, I keep seeing this woman in the halls and the lobby. Every time she seems to be staring daggers into me. What is this witch's problem?

The seminar concludes for rhe day. As I leave the banquet room, I look around,  expecting to see her, but she's nowhere in sight.  I head back to the room, shower and get dressed. I am supposed to meet Pat downstairs at the restaurant. I put on my form fitting gray dress and strap on my 4" stilettos..

The waiter ushers me to the table. I am only there a few minutes when I get a text from Pat. He's going to be delayed for a couple of hours.  I am pissed.  But at the same time,  I understand that it's part of business.   As I look up from my phone,  I see her. There. Sitting at the bar with that same arrogant look on her face.

I walk over to the bar and pull up a chair,  leaving one seat between us.  I order a glass of white wine, and turn towards her, intending to strike up some conversation. But as I turn towards her, she spins in the chair and turns her back to me. "What the actual fuck?" Just another reason I hate this city.

I down my glass of wine,  slam the glass on the bar, and head back to my room. As I wait for the elevator,  I look over to where she was just sitting,  but she's no longer there. I shrug it off and get into the elevator.  The doors are almost closed  when I see a hand thrust between them and her that unmistakable accent again, "Wait!"
The safety mechanism reopens the doors and... yt

[Danny Hard]

My mojito is almost empty and the voyeur is obviously annoyed about something.
She comes to the bar, sits down next to me and apparently wants to chat me up.
The moment she is about to make a comment that is common in this country,
i turn my back on her.

She is creeping me out.
She is constantly staring at me with her eyes.
I can't stand this for another two days.
I'll sort it out immediately.

Before she has even finished her wine, i've positioned myself near the elevators.
Wait for the opportunity to enter the elevator when she is already inside and squeeze myself in with my figure-hugging dress, which is very conspicuous today.
I smile very friendly at the voyeur and press a button.
The doors close and the elevator begins to glide upwards.
I count to three for myself and then stop the elevator.
Look at you, straight in the eyes. 
"Ever since we first saw each other this afternoon, there seems to be a problem between us.
You obviously wanted to bring this up at the bar.
Well, it cost me a few tips, but I'm glad that we can talk here and now in private."

Yt

[FitOfficerWife]

The doors open and sure enough,  it's her. I step back to the corner of the elevator and look her up and down. Is this coincidence?  Is she stalking me? What is the deal? I am certainly not in the mood to take any more shit tonight.

I watch intently,  trying to figure out what is going on.  She smiles at me as she enters. I begin to relax a bit,  thinking to myself,  "Calm down Abby. It's just been a shitty day and you're overreacting." She pushes the button for the fourth floor,  despite it already being lot. Again,  is this a coincidence or what? The elevator begins to rise. I see her reach for the panel again. What is she doing?  I couldn't see which button she pressed,  but the jolt as the elevator suddenly stops answers that.

I hear her address me, but with all of the thoughts running through my mind,  all I really hear is "problem" and something about costing her tips. I reach into my clutch, searching. "OH, I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you. I think that I may have a quarter here somewhere."

Rather than actually pulling out a quarter,  I toss the clutch into the corner of the elevator. I spread my feet about shoulder width with my left slightly in front of my right.  My elbows tucked in slightly to the front of my sides., my hands out wide as I anticipate the non-verbal answer to "you arrogant little bitch. You've been giving me dirty looks all day. What is your fucking problem?"  Yt

[Danny Hard]

My eyes widen as you throw your clutch into the corner, raise your hands and hiss angrily at me.
"Problem?!
The problem is you!
Ever since i've been in this hotel,
at this conference,
every time i see you, you stare at me!
Are you in love with me, are you watching me or are you just looking for trouble?
You know what, i don't care and i'm not going to discuss it with you".

My little bag flies into the corner of the elevator.

"We'll sort it out!
Here and now.
First you get a beating and then i'll make you my bitch!"

I reach onto my back, pull down the zipper and let the straps slide off my shoulders.
My dress lands on my handbag.
I stand in front of you.
Two hands in front of my body.
A thong.
A pair of Jimmy Choo.

"So, ready to settle it woman to woman?"

[FitOfficerWife]

I almost expected this bitch to drop her bag, but dropping her dress kinda caught me off guard. A quick scan reveals that she's fit, but definitely doesn't spend the hours in the gym. I can't help but smirk as she issues her threat.

 I realize what this is about... she wants me. I reach up for the my right shoulder strap to peel my dress to match her, but decide "she's gonna have to earn a peek at this body. I already know that there's no point in trying to explain or reason with her.

  I visually measure the distance between us. I decide to take action before she has a chance. I snap off a quick front kick aimed at the top of her thong, following up with a right upper,  aimed with the anticipation that the kick is going to bend her forward into its path.  Yt

[Danny Hard]

We're facing each other.
I"ve made my position clear to you and expect an appropriate reaction from you. You also seem to want to push the strap off your shoulder and then you don't.
Is this bitch a prude?
I can help her, I think to myself, and i take a step forward and reach for her dress.
My fingers grab hold of the fabric just as she lifts her leg and hits me with her foot.
I stumble back and put the fabric under strain when she follows up with a second kick that hits me hard in the side.
If i hadn't been able to grab hold of her dress, it could have hit me in the head.
But now, after the two kicks, i hold on to her dress and struggle to keep my composure.

[FitOfficerWife]

I feel the pull on my dress as my kicks connect.The first felt as if it was on target, but didn't quite have its intended effect.  The follow up attempt was semi-blocked as she keeps ahold of my shoulder strap, preventing me from creating the distance for its full effect.

Despite not landing as cleanly as I wanted,
I can tell she really didn't expect just how the hard the impacts would be.

The initial thought would be too pull away from her, but I really don't want it to rip. I launch at her,l chest to chest, both hands reaching for hair, using my strong frame  to drive her back into the corner. Trying to use my strength advantage to pin her there and open her up for a few knees to her midsection... it

[Danny Hard]

Your first attack was painful, putting me on the defensive, but my hands still claw at the fabric of your dress and tug at it.

You take the edge off my attack when you grab my hair and push me into the corner of the elevator.
I let go of the fabric of your dress, grab your hair with my left hand and tug your head back.
When your knee hits my body,
i groan, bend forward and lean my head against your shoulder, breathing heavily.

Looking down, i grab your chest with my right hand.
My hand wraps around your shapely, firm chest.

And then my fingers claw into it!

[FitOfficerWife]

I'm thinking that I have you where I want you, my larger, muscular physique pinning you to the corner.  It's a satisfying feeling as I feel your head on my shoulder. I didn't get the verbal confirmation I was hoping for as my knee slammed into your belly,  but I know from your body's reaction that you didn't like that. But the satisfaction is short lived.

I feel my head being pulled back by my hair. And despite pressing into you,  you manage to slip your hand onto my left tit. The thin cotton and polyester material doing little to reduce the pain as you dig your nails into the soft globe.

I twist, pushing my left hip into you,  trying to keep you in the corner as I  pull your head down along the wall of the elevator, forcing you to bend forward. The move forcing you to lose the grip on my tit, but I can't stifle the groan as your nails rake through the material. I slip my left arm under your elbow,across your back, and grab onto your right triceps, trying to keep your arms from being able to block. My right remains in  your hair, keeping your head pushed down. I step back just a bit to create a little space, rear back my right leg, and slam my right knee up, aiming to ram it into your tit...yt

[Danny Hard]

You've got me pinned in the corner, pressing your hips against me and making it impossible for me to escape.
We're both breathing heavily and the fight is relentless from the start.
Your grip ties my arms, making it impossible for me to counterattack.
Then you step back.
Put some distance between us.
And before i can react, you ram your knee hard into my tit.
I moan as your knee presses my chest hard. The kick, the pain make me fall to my knees. Trapped by the pain, obsessed with the thought of having to defend myself against you, i crouch in front of you.
Wrap my arms around your legs and try to pull them away from you.
Trying to unbalance you and throw you on the floor of the elevator.
Yt

[FitOfficerWife]

A satisfying feeling surges through me as my knee connects and you crumble to the floor.  Your arms wrap around my legs. I feel you trying to pull me off balance. I wanted to keep this on our feet, bot ok...

Before I  lose balance and fall, I drop my weight onto you. Both of my knees drive into your gut. I try to pry you hands apart. Intending to "cage pin" you against the elevator wall. (Intended position result... my left knee across your chest, my left arm overhooking and trapping your right arm into my body, my right knee pinning your left arm to the elevator floor, freeing my right hand)...yt

[Danny Hard]

You grab my hands and try to separate them, but my fingers are hooked together like iron.
I can feel you trying to press me against the elevator wall again.
Pull your legs more to the side to tip us onto our sides.
This position seems more advantageous to me than being dominated by you from above.
A fierce struggle for the upper hand breaks out.
We breathe heavily, sweat begins to trickle down our skin in the heat of the elevator car.

[FitOfficerWife]

I can't believe that I can't break this scrawny little bitch's grip. I feel her continuing to try pulling me off balance. I give up on the wall pin attempt and use her pulling momentum against her. Letting her  pull me down, but maneuver my body to ensure that I land on top.

I end up much higher on her than intended,  with my navel on her cheek.i plant my hands on the floor,  with locks of her hair woven through my fingers. My dress is hiked up around my  waist. My black thong revealed. I inch my way down her body,  using her hair and my superior strength, until my tits are at the level of  her throat.  I wrap each leg around hers in a grapevine  and begin to spread.. I attempt to wedge my right hand between our bodies,  trying to underhook her left arm and break her locked grip...yt

[Danny Hard]

I notice how i manage to shift the weight of the stubborn american, she is about to start rolling.
And yes, she's tipping over.
The only bad thing is that she uses the momentum to turn us around and i end up lying under her again.

I get the pleasure of feeling and smelling her sweat.
She calmly pushes herself into a good position and wraps her legs around mine.
I've to open my grip, she tries to grab my hand again and hold them in place so that i can't attack her.
But she doesn't have one hand under control yet.

The fabric that has slid upwards doesn't go unnoticed by me, giving me an idea of what is now possible.
And i seize the opportunity, reach with my hand to the lower back of my fiercely fighting opponent and grab the narrow straps.

My fingers become entangled in them and then pull upwards. 
More and more.
So that the fabric of her thong has to cut deep into her crotch.

Who can hold out longer?
The American?
Or the fabric?