This is a fantasy story I originally posted in another forum way back when. I wrote this in first person, from the perspective of one of the females. This story involves heavy smoking fetish as well as punching. I hope some of you like it.
Making the Sale
I have never been one to back down from a fight. In 20+ years, I have been on the giving and receiving end of many beatings. My most active fighting years were in my 30's; I am now 48. From 1995 to 2002, I worked as a salesperson for a company that sold mobile homes. There were 3 sales associates; all female. It was a very competitive business and as a result, created many conflicts in the sales office.
Doreen, a woman in her early 40's was the queen sales associate, being there the longest and having the most skills. She was a master at flirting with customers. Doreen was written up once after a wife complained to management about her flirting with her husband in front of her. Karen, late 40's, was number two and I was the newest to the sales team and the youngest of the three women.
Karen was the least competitive of us, not caring as much to "get the sale." Doreen was brutal in her sales skills and I was just like her. This created a lot of tension in the office and on the lot. When there was a toss up on who would make a return call from a voice mail of a potential great customer, Doreen devised a great little game to determine who would make the return call. It was a simple, but effective, beat down.
Whoever was interested would agree to a punching contest to determine the winner. We would trade punches and the first one to fall to her knees would lose. This "contest" would involve me and Doreen, me and Karen or Karen and Doreen. Karen never won one of these competitions and Doreen, more times than not, would have me on my knees. Doreen was very tough. The target was always the stomach, never the face, as we would not dare risk visible bruises. Sometimes a disagreement would be big and could not, or would not be decided with a typical belly-punching contest. We had several run down repo trailers at the back of the lot and used one of them to settle those scores after hours. Doreen and I fucked each other up several times after deciding to go "repo" as we would call these fights .
It was one of those times that this next story took place. Doreen was out for lunch when a client of hers came on the lot. Instead of me having them wait for Doreen to return, I decided to show them around the lot. This couple owned a mobile home community and was looking to add three homes to their property. Doreen returned to the office as I was starting up the paperwork with them. They were to return the next day to finish up the deal. It was going to be a great sale with great commission.
All seemed ok after they left, until Doreen noticed the contact info sitting on her desk was in fact the same customer. I explained that I assisted them because she was out to lunch. She demanded that she would be the one to finish the deal when they return the next day. I wasn't about to lose the commission and told her no. I figured this would result in a "contest" and I was ready for it. Instead, Doreen told me that this would be settled "repo-style" after closing. I told her I would be there waiting.
Several hours passed and we were close to the end of the business day. I was finished for the day and decided to be the first to the rundown trailer in the back of the lot.
It was around 5:30 in the afternoon when everyone left the lot and I knew Doreen would be here shortly. I sat down in a chair and lit a cigarette, waiting for Doreen to arrive. I finished my cigarette and crushed it out onto the dirty carpet when the door opened. It was Doreen. To my surprise Karen was with her as well. I figured Karen was there as a spectator and to make sure we “played” fair. I was wrong.
Karen informed me that she was in agreement with Doreen, that I had stolen her sale. Doreen said "that's right Bitch and she is her to help me teach you a lesson about stealing." I asked "what the fuck?" and they answered by grabbing me and throwing against the wall. My back hit the wall with a thud. Doreen explained what was about to happen. "Listen carefully Bitch." Karen grabbed by arms and pulled them tight behind me. "Karen is going to hold you in place while I fuck you up." Doreen explained that she was going to enjoy a cigarette while she beats on me. "If you are still standing when I finish my cigarette, the sale is yours. If you slump and fall to your knees, the sale is mine." Doreen was confident in her voice and spoke coldly. "Do you understand?" Doreen asked, while at the same time Karen squeezed my arms together tighter. "Smoke your fucking cigarette and do what you have to do, I’m not falling to my knees for you" I snapped back at her. Doreen smiled. Doreen added "if you try and get free from Karen, all bets are off and we are going to fuck you over worse." I had taken many punches from Doreen; and although they hurt, I knew I could handle a couple of minutes of this beating while she finished a cigarette. Then it occurred to me, as she pulled out her cigarette, shit, she smokes fucking Virginia Slims 120's. This was going to be longer than I thought. Whatever happened, I was not about to try and get free from Karen. I knew in a no holds barred fight with both of them beating on me, I was screwed.
Doreen placed the cigarette between her lips. She tossed the pack on the floor across the room. She flicked the lighter and then extinguished the flame without lighting up. I am thinking what the hell? Just light it Bitch and get started. Doreen spoke, with the cigarette dangling from her lips, "I almost forgot." She grabbed my blouse with both hands and ripped it open then pulled down the sides slightly from over my shoulders, until it was met with Karen's arm holding me. "I want to see what I am hitting" said Doreen. She then removed my breasts out from over the top of my bra. I was hoping she wasn't going to use my boobs as punching bags as well. She then reached and pulled my skirt and panties down below the pooch of my belly.
"OK, that's better" she explained. "Are you ready to get fucked up?" "Fuck you" seemed to be the only response appropriate from me at that moment. She smiled and explained once again; like I needed to hear it again, "I punch until i finished my cigarette. You fall to your knees before then, the sale is mine. Got it?" I didn't answer. "Teach her a lesson" Karen spoke out, holding my arms roughly and tight behind my back. Doreen did not reply to Karen. It was typical for Doreen, when in battle, not to speak a word. She never spoke; only letting out a grunt when a punch hit the mark on her. In fact, in this lead up to my soon to be beating, Doreen had spoke more than any other time we had ever been in a contest in the office or at the repo location.
It was finally about to begin.
Doreen took the lighter and lit her cigarette. She took a deep drag and exhaled the smoke toward my face. As a smoker myself, this didn't bother me, in fact, for a second, it was pleasurable. I also thought, great, one long drag, that counted for two punches that she didn't take. With the Virginia Slims 120 dangling from the side of her lips, she took her left fist and buried it into my belly, directly over my belly button. She quickly threw a second, then a few seconds later, a third punch about one inch below my naval. She took a step back and took a dangling hands free drag from her cigarette. She exhaled her smoke directly into my face again while delivering the forth punch with her right hand to the left side of my belly, slightly above my belly button. Doreen was left-handed, so her right-handed punched did not have the power of the first three punches, but rather resulting in more of a stinging sensation. In the first 45 seconds or so, I had received 4 punches and Doreen had only taken one drag from her cigarette. There was a lot of Virginia Slims left though, but so far, so good.
Since lighting her cigarette, Doreen had yet to remove it from her lips. This was the case with the next series of punches. At this point I started losing count, as she proceeded to punch me several times in rapid succession, finding my belly button to be her main target for the moment. She paused for a second, took a hands free drag, then proceeded to punch me 3 or 4 times with about 1 second between punches. Instead of exhaling toward me like the previous 2 times, she let the smoke drift from her lips. This series of punches hurt like hell. My naval area was getting sore and my head slumped. At that point Karen, whose only sound was an occasional sympathy grunt she would make as I was punched, tightened her grip and asked me "how are you feeling Bitch?" I made a mental note to give Karen a little future payback at some point when this was over.
Doreen, for the first time, reached for the cigarette with her right hand and took a nice long drag before she removed the cigarette from her lips and let it rest between her fingers as she let her arm fall to her right side. She took her left hand and grabbed hold of my hair from the top of my head and raised my head up. I figured she was going to make a smart-ass comment, but she said nothing. She placed the cigarette from her right hand back between her lips and then, while still having a firm grip of my hair with her left hand, took her right hand and grabbed my left boob. She had a firm grip, with her nails burying into my flesh, just short of breaking the skin. She released my hair from her left hand, took a clenched teeth drag on her cigarette, twisting my boob in a clockwise direction, pulling it toward her and delivered another series of left-handed punches to my lower belly. These punches were slight uppercuts, several inches below my naval. The harder she punched, the tighter she pulled and squeezed on my boob. I let out several grunts then an out of breath "Fuck!!!"
My knees wobbled slightly and for the first time, I fought the urge to collapse onto me knees. Unknowingly, Karen actually helped me when, as she felt me slip, pulled back on me, lifting me up. Karen must have got caught up in the beating sensation and jerked me up, as would be the typical strategy in a 2 on 1 situation; allowing for the victim to take more punishment. I would have to thank Karen later for not letting me fall. Of course I would thank her after beating the shit out of her for taking part in this beat down.
Doreen had now finished half her Virginia Slims 120 and I was still standing. She finally released the vice grip on my left boob, took a step back and took her punching left hand to assist in a drag and remove the cigarette from her lips. This was a deep drag of satisfaction and for me, more precious cigarette had burned away. She held the smoke in her lungs, took a step toward me and exhaled in my face. She leaned over to my right ear and whispered "Fuck you." She placed the cigarette in her right hand and took that hand to grab the left side of my hair, just above my ear. She twisted my head down slightly and proceeded to throw numerous punches with her left fist into my naval and a small area to the right of my naval.
She let go of my hair, returned the cigarette to the familiar dangle position between her lips and with her right hand pressed against my left side, she continued to pound my belly with her left fist. She was dragging more on the cigarette as she continued to punch away at me and smoke was wafting all around us. She was really hurting me now and I wasn't sure if I could take much more of this. I thought about falling to my knees and end this beating, but knew I had endured almost all she could deliver and she was almost finished with her cigarette. After what felt like a dozen hard punches, she stopped punching and stepped back, took the cigarette from her lips after a drag. She blew the smoke in a hard exhale off to the side; this time not in my face. She had a couple of drags left in the Virginia Slim and as for me, although very wobbly, I was still standing.
"You fucking Bitch" she said in displeasure. "You fucking Bitch." My head was slumping, my knees sagging and my belly various shades of red and beginning to show signs of the bluish purple that would surely follow. I didn't think I could take another punch. I hurt so badly. I lifted my head and looked at Doreen. Although I do my fair share of cursing, I am not much of a filth talker, but I did look up and, in a weaken voice, tell her "not bad, cxnt." And then I smiled. This comment got me a tight pull up from behind from Karen. Doreen took a drag, tilted her head backwards and exhaled toward the ceiling.
There couldn’t be but a half drag left and I was still standing. She stepped in front of me and without a word, took her right hand and reached around my left side. She placed the palm of her hand against the small of my back and slightly pulled me toward her. She then proceeded with her left hand to take her cigarette and shove it into my belly button, giving it a couter-clockwise twist, extinguishing it inside my belly button. I screamed out in pain and fell forward. As Karen released her grip on me, I slumped to my knees, immediately followed by both hands on the floor by my side. I was breathing heavy and tears welled up in my eyes. Doreen grabbed her pack of cigarettes off the floor from the other side of the room along with her lighter and started walking toward the door.
I was on my hands and knees with my face starring at the dirty carpet a few inches below my face. Doreen was the first to walk out, turning back to tell me "Thanks for the sale Bitch, you can put those papers on my desk when you get in tomorrow morning. Doreen walked out the door. Karen turned back toward me before leaving, pushing her foot against my ass, causing me to fall face first onto the carpet, laughing “see you tomorrow morning, don't be late."
