Chapter 16: Say You're Sorry
After suffering the beating from Jaymie a couple of weeks ago, I haven't put the 'Cat' pin back on. Even though I've healed physically, I just don't feel up to it. Maybe a nice middle of a Tuesday shopping trip will lift my spirits, I think to myself. I drive into town dressed in tight blue jeans and some brown riding boots, with a nice white, loose fitting camisole and my favorite denim jacket. Comfortable, yet cute, I thought when left the house. My blonde hair is up in a nice ponytail. If it wasn't so cloudy outside my sunglasses would look great with this outfit.
I've been doing a bit of browsing, though I haven't found anything I've wanted to buy yet. Even though it has taken my mind off Jaymie's domination of me, I can still feel it in the back of my mind, lingering... waiting for a chance to creep back in. Needless to say, unless I'm a store, my mood is still not very good- especially with the on again, off again rain.
At one point, I'm walking down the sidewalk and my path crosses another woman's. Although we are the only two people around, neither one of us want move out of the way and we bump shoulders. "Excuse you.." I say as I keep on walking.
"What's your fucking problem, dumbass blonde bitch?" the woman snaps back. She is dressed in a short black leather skirt, a low cut maroon shirt similar to mine, a black leather 'biker' jacket and black leather knee high boots. Her long straight brown hair hangs to the middle of her back. "That's right, soccer mom, keep walking..... take your weak ass somewhere else!".
I take a few more steps and think to myself 'fuck this'. I start pulling my earrings and wedding ring off and stick them in the small handbag I was carrying and I turn around. Somebody needs to pay for my bad mood, it might as well be this bitch.
I pull my jacket off and hurry to catch the brunette. She must hear me coming and turns into an alley that goes between two buildings. I turn the corner in time to see her rounding the corner into the back alley. I meet her behind some random store. "You better turn your skank ass around before you get hurt, old woman" she says, venom dripping from her mouth.
"Shut the hell up, you arrogant little twat...apologize now for bumping into me and I might let you walk out of this alley." I say focusing all of my frustration and rage from the last couple of weeks in to the woman in from of me.
I size the woman up as we stand face to face staring through one another. The brunette, who I later learned is named Meaghan, stands about the same height as me, I'm probably only five or so pounds heavier than her. Her chest is a little bigger than mine and I would guess that she's at least ten years younger. She would probably be cute in a 'girl next door' type of way if I wasn't focusing on destroying her. I can tell she is fit. Her legs are thin but defined and her arms, from her shoulders to her hands look very strong.
"There's no way I'm apologizing to a spoiled, old, bitchy housewife- especially a blonde one..kiss my ass!" She says back. I toss my jacket and handbag onto a closed trash can, she does the same. We are only a couple of feet apart. The hate in our eyes is heating the air. A slow drizzle starts, then a clap of thunder. We both lunge towards each other.
Immediately, we both go for one another's hair. Yanking and jerking each other, trying to hurt the other woman and get her off balance. Both of us are flinging ugly punches and slaps at each other. We crash into dumpsters, the wall of the store, the fence at the back of the alley, slamming each other into anything we can find.
We are both grunting and groaning, forcing occasional yelps from each other. I can only surmise that the foul weather and the odd time of day is the only reason that the streets are empty and no one can hear the melee taking place. Whatever the case, it appears that nobody will be breaking this up and we will be able to settle this.
Finally, I'm able to pin the younger woman to the brick wall that is the back of the store we are fighting behind. We get in an exchange of punches to the belly. Once I begin to get the better of her, Meaghan pulls me into a clinch. We briefly engage in a mutual bear hug before we tumble to the wet, hard ground.
We roll on the ground in a ball of hair pulling, slapping, scratching and swearing. I end up on top and look down at my rival. The brunette is looking back up at me with hate, reminding me that this isn't one of my normal matches, but a real honest to God fight. I keep Meaghan pinned down by her hair, but I can't seem to get my hair out of her death grip. Another thing I learned later is that she is a massage therapist, I've never fought anyone with a grip like that.
If I can't break her grip, I'll just have to hurt her enough that she has to let go. With my free hand I start attacking her chest. First, with slaps, then punches, and finally, I unleash my claws. I sink them into her soft flesh, squeezing and twisting, she lets out a wail from the pain. Hearing her cries is reassuring, as is the finding out that she isn't wearing a bra and my claws are digging into tits her fairly unobstructed.
She finally releases my hair, but I'm not ready for the pain when those strong hands clamp on my chest. I let out a shriek as I completely forget about my attack and focus my efforts to free my breasts from her talons. It takes but a moment for Meaghan to unseat me from my perch atop her. I fall with a thud to the increasingly wet, packed dirt. Fortunately, I manage to keep my legs wrapped around the younger woman.
The brunette is able to get me onto my back. We get into a stalemate of her kneading my breasts and my legs squeezing her belly. We both continue struggling against each other, the light rain making it harder to hold on. We eventually end up where her body is on top of my chest, she has one of my hands pinned by the wrist behind my head, my legs are clamped around her abdomen, my free hand is pulling her and her free hand is alternating between assaulting my chest and trying to pry my legs apart.
The only thing saving me at this point is that I'm hurting her enough with my body scissors that she can't devote all of her time to destroying my chest. That and the several shades of red her face has been changing to as I squeeze like a blonde haired anaconda. While I'm in the most pain, Meaghan isn't able to breathe very well and has to stop the mauling of my breasts. She devotes all of her focus to breaking free of my legs. Her strong hands claw and knead my thighs until I have to let go.
Both of us scramble back to our feet. We both look terrible. Her skirt has ridden up and twisted around, revealing a maroon thong that matches what's left of her shirt. A shirt that's stretched and ripped to the point that it's barely holding together enough to cover her visibly clawed up breasts. Her bare legs are streaked with mud from rolling around on our back alley battlefield and her left knee is scratched and bleeding. Her brown hair hangs limp, weighted down with rain and sweat. Her face is marred with mud and she has a fat lip.
I suspect I look much the same. I can see that my camisole is also in tatters and my chest is only half covered- thank God I have my jacket for later. My jeans are soaked and filthy. I can feel the scratches on my back and Meaghan's claw marks on my chest burning as sweat pours into them. My blonde hair is now dark with dirt and moisture. I can't see my face, but I can feel that it is dirty and several of her slaps have left it stinging. Looking back, I'm amazed that this brutal fight between two determined women took place behind several stores in an upscale suburban shopping center unknown to all the people riding out the storm inside.
"You ready to quit and apologize, bitch?" I ask Meaghan.
"Not until, your old blonde ass is begging me to quit beating you, slut" Meaghan spits back.
Despite our bravado and trash talk, chests heaving, both of us wade back into battle more tepidly than we did only 20 minutes ago. Slowly circling each other, we both let out a roar and charge each other. Like I usually do when I'm ready to finish the woman I'm fighting, I start throwing punches. Meaghan briefly tries to go toe to toe with me, but after a a few of my fists sink into her toned belly she ties me up. We dance around the alley in another mutual bear hug.
Again, her arm strength proves formidable and I feel her crushing the wind from me. Her larger chest flattening mine as I groan in pain. Meaghan feels my grip starting to weaken. With a fierce growl, she intensifies her bear hug trying to break me. I can see her beginning to smile as she realizes that I'm withering. "Say you're sorry, you blonde whore!" She says as she strains to crush me.
She has me lifted onto my toes and I'm having trouble trying to break this hold that is slowly draining me. I'm clawing at her back and even manage to hear her shirt tear, but my arms are almost uselessly limp and my groans turn to whimpers as I begin to run out of oxygen. "Just another weak ass, blonde housewife that thinks she can fight....you better apologize before you pass out- or I'll make you wish you had" Meaghan sneers confidently.
Out of desperation, I violently swung my head. My forehead connects with her temple, she moans and drops me, stunned by the headbutt. Even though I still haven't caught my breath, I grab her and drive her the two steps into a dumpster. She shrieks as her back hits the dumpster and then we trip over a bag of garbage tumbling to the ground.
I land on top of Meaghan. For a couple of minutes, neither of us does much of anything. Both of us physically exhausted and fighting for air. The rain begins to pick up, for the first time in a while the alley is quiet, but for the sound of the rain and our breathing. Slowly, I feel the younger woman trying to push me off of her. I begin to try to pin her down.
We continue at our plodding pace, working in a few weak punches , but mostly wrestling against each other. I manage to pin her hands above her head, sitting atop of her belly. She tries to buck me off and strains against me, but I can see it in her face- she's done. Meaghan looks exhausted and defeated. Through my heavy breathing I look down on her contemptuously and ask "Are you going to say you're sorry, you dumb wannabe biker bitch?"
"You'll have to kill me before I apologize to a stupid blonde whore" she snaps back.
"It's your funeral, skank" I say as I begin to methodically work myself into a schoolgirl pin. Meaghan is still trying to struggle and has sunk her hands back into my wet hair but even her viselike grip has faded somewhat. I may be almost out of gas but the younger woman already has.
I've managed to work my way on top of her chest and even have one arm pinned, but this bitch still has that death grip on my hair with one hand. As much as my scalp is burning, I ignore it at focus on finishing this fight. Digging both of my hands into the younger woman's hair, I begin to slam her head into the dirt. With each impact, I can feel her grip loosen. After she can't take anymore she finally lets go.
I then turn to slapping at her face. She tries to fend me off with her free arm and some how manages to roll to her side, then on to her stomach. Now with me sitting on her back, I know this fight is almost over. I reach down grab her hair and pull. She begins to whimper as I apply a hair pull version of a camel clutch. "Say it!....apologize... say you're sorry!" I hiss.
Meaghan is doing all she can to relieve the pressure on her back, neck, and scalp. Through gritted teeth she snarls "Fuck...you...blonde...cun-".
I yank her head back violently by the hair cutting her off mid sentence and causing her to cry out in pain. I slap her face before asking a again, calmer this time "I'm going to ask you one last time....do you give up?"
Her voice cracks, but she quickly answers "Yes! I give up...you win..".
I apply a little more pressure "aaaand?"
Meaghan whimpers before answering "and I'm sorry...I apologize, now please let me go".
I let the vanquished brunette's hair go and slowly stand up. My legs are wobbly as I rise, and I'm completely spent physically, but at least I'm the one still standing. Meaghan immediately begins to massage her scalp and neck, still laying face down. Her shoulders shuddering to let me know she is sobbing, even if she refuses to look at her conqueror and give me the satisfaction of seeing her tears.
I look down on my defeated foe, her body bears the evidence of our battle. Her shirt- or what is left of it lays beneath her, leaving me to fully stare at all of the red tracks my fingers left on her skin. The rain makes sure that there is very little blood visible on her scraped knees, and everywhere that I attacked during our brawl. I feel the sting of all of the scratches from her and the environment as my adrenaline fades, but know that hers feel much worse as they are coupled with defeat.
I look down at my camisole and realize it's as trashed hers, so I put my denim jacket on to cover my aching body. For a moment, I consider taking her jacket and flinging out of the alley to make her walk into public in her defeated state, but I'm not like Jaymie. I know I've beaten her and that's enough, besides the last thing I need is a bunch of people thinking a crime just took place. I leave Meaghan laying defeated in the alley without another word and scurry down the back alleys until I almost reach the parking lot where my jeep is. I manage to make inside without being seen and get home to clean up.
Later that day, I hear Jake get home while I'm soaking my wounds in a bubble bath. When he gets to our bathroom, he smiles when he sees me. "You look like shit..but you're smiling....feels good to win again doesn't it?"
I recount the entire episode to him as he changes from his work clothes, before motioning him into the bath for a little.... celebration of my victory. I think to myself how good it is to be 'back' and to win in a tough fight with a woman that was, in so many ways, my equal. I'm enjoying both my win and my realization that I'm ready to put the 'cat pin' back on and go searching for my next adventure.
