[ralbright2010]

Hi Neighbor;

Maggie Bowman was enjoying a warm early spring Sunday afternoon, stretched out on a chaise positioned on her deck. The exceptionally warm April day allowed her to begin working on tanning her long lean swimmer’s body. Too early to head east and take the boat out for a Sunday run since her husband, Jake, had cleanup and maintenance chores on the 38 foot Silverton. It was an older boat, but that was her can do Jake, rather buy an older used boat and refurbish it himself. After two years of part time work on the cruiser , Jake now had only routine seasonal maintenance. His business was demanding and Maggie felt like Bowmar Consulting was her only rival for Jake’s attention. Maggie was stretching her muscular legs in the warmth of the central Virginia sunshine and thinking of summer adventures on the boat when she heard a loud female voice, a voice with an unmistakable southern accent, more specifically an eastern North Carolina accent;
“Hi Neighbor”.
“Well hello. You must be the new owners. The Tatums said you would be moving quickly after closing.”
“Yes Tommy and I wanted to get settled and he has pressing business here sooo, here we are! And I must say I am very happy we did this, more so now after meeting you”.
Jake was at the back of the 1.5 acre lot in an area separated from the house by a copse of trees that prevented Maggie from observing the exchange and getting a look at the new neighbor. But there was something in the timbre of the woman’s voice that was familiar, something that set off a response in Maggie’s memory, but she could not quite sort out why the woman’s voice was familiar. Jake used the long stretch of lawn behind the small woodlot to practice his short game, using the fence along the Tatum property line as a backstop. Maggie was amused with the “after meeting you” comment, she was thinking that her man had that effect on women of all ages.
Suddenly the quiet Sunday  was pierced by the ring tone of Jake’s cell phone.
“Pardon me, I really have to take this” she heard Jake say. “Yes Trent, no we did not include that as a contingency, mmmmm..I will need to go to the office”.
Maggies’s  plans for the rest of Sunday were about to be dashed by Jake’s  mistress, his business.
“Hey babe, I need to check some estimates for Trent before his breakfast meeting tomorrow, want to come along?” Jake said as he climbed the deck steps.
Maggie was not listening, she was watching the new neighbor mount the steps to their deck, which was partially visible from the Bowman’s deck. The tall brunette looked like a fitness model in her black sports bra and spandex bike shorts, the short kind cut half way up her thighs, her tanned and well muscled thighs. There was something about that woman that was familiar, but she could not quite put her finger on it.
“Hey, earth to Maggie” Jake again.
Next door, Tracey Carter  was equally disappointed. Damn, what an absolute stud her new neighbor was, she was already imagining how a sample of that would taste! Suddenly her i-phone begins to vibrate;
Text Message from; Tommy
Dear, Ron and the boys want to play a second 18 today, I will be very late, Sorry Tommy. Don’t wait on me for dinner.
Tracey was seething but she really had not expected to see her husband before darkness curtailed his golf outing. Tracey entered her new house and grabbed the leashes for her two Golden Retrievers. She had already worked up a light sweat in the backyard, may as well walk the dogs. She caught a view of her profile in the hall’s full length mirror (Tracey really liked mirrors) and could not suppress a smile as she examined her sculpted torso, the shoulder definition and her pride and joy, the six pack abs. Occupational hazard of running a chain of 5 fitness centers in Charleston. The cool air conditioning had her nipples tenting the tight sports bra, impressive she thought, hope that jock next door appreciated her hard work! She rounded up her Goldens for the walk.
Maggie and Jake were just leaving for the office in Jakes 4x4 crew cab as Tracey started down her drive with the two dogs, her raven hair in a pony tail extending from under a black ball cap and her Rayban aviator glasses reflecting her cleavage as the sports bra struggled to contain it (Tracey always undersized her bra’s just a bit), her two breasts bouncing in unison with the two dogs. Both Maggie and Jake noticed the new neighbor as they drove by, Jake commenting “What a beautiful pair……of dogs.” This resulted in a playful punch in his right shoulder from Maggie. Jake always commented on women to tease his gorgeous wife, a game with Maggie as Jake would say, I like to window shop, but when I have a Ferrari at home in the bedroom………
Maggie; “What is her name?”
Jake; “We didn’t talk long enough for me to get it, I guess I was preoccupied” as they drove off.
Maggie: “ Something about her, we may have met before, I don’t know….. oh well it will come to me.”

Tracey watched the stud’s 4x4 disappear down the street, and wondered whether he was just preoccupied with the phone call or giving her the brush off……..thinking of her image in the mirror, no man would give her the brush off unless he were gay……and she had seduced at least one gay guy who told her she was more muscular than his boyfriend. She headed for the condo’s on the lake to allow the dogs to run some…and relieve themselves. She was in a funk over husband Tommy taking her for granted and having a phone call interrupt her introduction to the hunky neighbor.

The condo’s fronted a lake and being situated on a hill side forming the lake were a good 12 feet above the walking/jogging trail that encircled the entire lake. Each condo was three levels, the first floor was at parking level on the front, the back side elevated above the lake. On the lake side each had a tile and concrete deck and an oversized hot tub built into the deck structure. Aggregate concrete walls separated the decks of each condo providing privacy for the tenants, they had a lake view but were shielded from the neighbors by the 7 foot privacy fences. The ground level of each condo had double glass sliders providing a rear glass wall for the first floor. Tracey jogged along the trail with her dogs until they slowed. Both sniffed and finally selected a spot to drop a rather large load of dog poop. As Tracey started on around the lake path she heard a voice above her; “Clean it up, your dogs just made a mess, clean it up!” Tracey looked up to see a woman rising from a deck lounge chair. New to the neighborhood Tracey was unaware that dogs relieving themselves along the lake trail was a major source of conflict in the planned community of luxury condo’s and large single homes. Home owners tended to have larger dogs and larger deposits along the trail. Community dog etiquette required owners to carry a plastic bag to retrieve their dogs load, and properly dispose in the garbage. Tracey had no way to do this being unprepared. She simply ignored the woman and started to move on only to hear,
“I said clean it up bitch, do you not understand me?”
“I do not have anything to use with me she replied and watch who you call a bitch!”
“You could just use your hand you twit.”
Tracey started to reply, but a plan began to form in her mind. Rather than continue the confrontation she flipped her cell to record and replied “I am so sorry, I will take my dogs back to the house and return with a plastic garbage bag.”
Tracey could now see the tall redhead leaning on her deck railing glaring at her. She looked to be older, maybe early 40’s, not fat, trim but soft, not buff like Tracey. Clearly the woman could use a personal trainer. But Tracey had other exercise in mind.
“See that you do that, I will be waiting!”
With that the woman returned to her chaise  and Tracey started for home, burning with fury, but controlled fury. Tracey had found that channeling her wrath into well planned action produced the most effective….and satisfying results. One of her old college friends lived in the same condo’s, part of the reason she convinced Tommy to buy in this planned community.
TEXT MESSAGE
FROM; TRACEY CARTER
TO; BRANDI SAWYER
WHERE ARE YOU. WHICH CONDO IS YOURS?

FROM; BRANDI SAWYER
TO : TRACEY CARTER
ON MY HOME FROM MY BROTHER’S HOUSE. MY CONDO IS 2807 SOUTHLAKE. ARE YOU CLOSE BY? I AM 10 MINUTES AWAY.

Tracey examined the layout from the parking lot, what luck, only two doors down from little Ms. Dog Shit.
TEXT MESSAGE
FROM: TRACEY CARTER
TO; BRANDI SAWYER
I WILL SEE YOU IN 15 MINUTES AT YOUR PLACE. I HAVE A FUN AFTERNOON PLANNED FOR US!
Tracey loved a good fight. The nastier and more brutal the better. But she also had an image to project as wife of prominent businessman Tommy Carter. She had to plan and setup a situation where she could not be exposed, or arrested on an assault charge. She loved to fight because the image of defeating and dominating another woman aroused her to extreme sexual heights. She normally planned a confrontation with a victim or adversary carefully over several days or weeks. She would become extremely horny anticipating the struggle with her chosen foe. And the arousal only proved to make her more focused on the fight, the victory and the spoils of battle. Today was different, this cxnt had fucked with the wrong bitch, Tracey was already in a foul mood and someone needed to pay, become the object of her frustration. Little Ms. Dog Shit had volunteered herself for an ass kicking.

[Sandman13]

Excellent beginning - looking forward to Part II.

[ralbright2010]

SUNDAY APRIL 8, 2017
COLONIAL LAKES; WELCOME WAGON
Tracey grabbed her knapsack, normally used for her laptop and threw several toys into the bag. She watered and fed the dogs, since she would be a while if this gambit was successful. Still in her sports bra, bike shorts and ball cap, she set out at a brisk pace, arriving at Brandi’s door in less than 15 minutes.
Opening the door Brandi gives her friend a typical girlfriend hug.
Brandi; “So when did you guys get moved in?”
Tracey; “Two days ago. Look sweety we can catch up on small talk anytime. Right now I have a date with your bitchy neighbor two doors down”.
Brandi; “Tall thin redhead with a pageboy cut. Rasping and very irritating voice.”
Tracey; “That’s the bitch, who the fuck does she think she is?”
Brandi; “ Stella Valentine Keller of course, of the Richmond Valentines.”
Tracey; “What is her story, is she married, got a room mate?”
Brandi; “Divorced 18 months ago from Freddy Keller of the Keller auto group. Fast Freddy decided to trade up to  a sportier model with lower mileage. Stella did not take that kindly. Her daddy’s law firm are still fucking poor Freddy over, at least that’s the story. No live in boyfriend, but a daughter still at William and Mary for another couple of weeks.”
Tracey; “So she is alone.”
Brandi; “Tracey what is your interest in Stella, She is not exactly your type, has she made a move on Tommy tomcat already?
Tracey; “She was very disrespectful about my dogs taking a crap next to the lake trail. The bitch wanted me to pick up the crap with my hand!”
Brandi; “That’s Stella, the legal bitch of River City. You know she works at daddy’s law firm.”
Tracey; “As what, the fucking file clerk?”
Brandi; “No love, she is a partner and an expert in corporate tax law. Pretty smart so I am told.”
Tracey; “ Not so smart, fucking with me. I need to establish my street cred.’s as the Colonial Lakes
Alpha Bitch and she just volunteered to be my first project!”
Brandi; “Two things to consider, she is a member of a prominent family and she is an attorney. She also loves to mix it up , at least that is the rumor. She apparently has whipped several female attorneys at the firm, and then she ambushed Freddy’s new trophy and traded some paint with her. Stella came out on top and the trophy is getting a new nose job courtesy Freddy. She apparently kicked the shit out of the poor little slut, went balls out ballistic.”
Tracey; “I thought you said she was not my type!
Brandi;” Listen girl, after your Charleston adventures, shouldn’t you be keeping it low key for a while. Stella is a vindictive bitch and an attorney, a highly volatile combination. You should proceed with extreme caution. I mean starting a fight over an argument about dog poop?”
Tracey; “Look at it as my welcome wagon surrogate activity. I am pissed my Sunday is ruined , Tommy needs to mainline Viagra so I am horny as fuck, and a good catfight with a motivated opponent is almost like better than hot sex!”
Brandi; “I know, hot sex AFTER kicking some bitch in the ass. But you cannot go attack Stella.”
Tracey; “I am not going to attack Stella, because she will attack me and I will simply be defending myself. AND we will have her assault of my person documented on digital media.”
Brandi; “Just how do you propose to arrange that?”
Tracey; “ Leave the provocation to me, I need you for documentation! Now here is what I need you to do………….
Tracey used a plastic garbage bag to collect the pile left by her two golden retrievers, and a couple of other piles also. While she was doing this Brandi climbed the deck of Stella’s neighboring condo, and moved a patio table next to the wall. Climbing on the table she peeked over the privacy wall and saw Stella sunning on her chaise. She was wearing a blue bikini with a tiny top barely covering her 34 D’S. Stella had a small towel draped over her eyes.

TEXT MESSAGE;
Brandi Sawyer i—phone; Tracey, she is lying on a chair, eyes covered , she will not see you until you make yourself known. Just be quiet climbing the stairs. I am on the northeast side of her deck so no shadow to give my position away! Do this now before she gets up….and remember, if she does not make a move on you just walk away, neither of us can afford an assault charge!
Tracey Carter i-phone; Trust  me the bitch will charge me like a bull in heat! I need her to get in a few licks for your video, make it look like she is kicking the shit out of me. Make sure you get that on your phone!!
Brandi Sawyer i-phone; I understand, you can’t let her control the fight for long…..or she will kick your ass, and I mean that girl, she beat Freddy’s slut to a bloody pulp. She is tough for a 45 year old bitch!
Tracey quietly mounted the stairs to Stella’s deck with the stealth of a Navy Seal, using economical but deliberate steps. When she reached the deck, Stella was stretched out with the towel shielding her eyes from the mid-afternoon sun. The hot tub is churning away, waiting for a post sunning dip. She silently appraised Stella as the tall redhead relaxed. Not as soft as I thought and definitely taller than my perspective from below had implied she said to herself. Fuck she may just be more fun than I expected.
Tracey;” Well hello Ms. Keller, or is it Valentine or is just Fucking cxnt esquire?”
Stella; “ What the fuck!” She pulls the towel from her eyes and begins to rise from the lounge, to see Tracey holding a plastic bag over the hot tub. “Who the fuck are you?’
Tracey; “Well shit Stella, they told me you were smart, I guess everything is relative. I am the dog shit bitch, remember, I promised to return and clean up my dog’s mess. Well it is collected now all I need is a disposal point”
Stella; “You moron, you want to use my trash can for that, take it home bitch!”
Tracey; “You really are a stupid cow, no wonder Freddy left for a blonde bimbo, no looks or brains here. I have a much more appropriate place to dispose of this you brainless cxnt!” And with a flourish Tracey dumps the contents of her bag into the churning hot tube.
Stella had stood and started to bull rush Tracey when she finally understood the other woman’s intentions. She was several seconds too late which increased her fury even more as she launched herself at Tracey, lowering her shoulder and driving the tall brunette into the privacy wall on the southwest side of the deck. Tracey had expected something of this sort, and when Stella lowered her shoulder she tightened her abs, but also twisted slightly to lessen the impact. Still the red head was a load and Tracey felt the impact with a ooompf emitted from her now open mouth. Tracey got her left into Stella’s page boy cut and twisted as much as she could around her fist, but her grip on the short red hair was tenuous. While Stella drove her right shoulder into Tracey’s gut, the last minute shift by the fit brunette drove her left shoulder into the wall. Stella reached for Tracey’s hair but the ball cap and pony tail prevented easy access. Instead she uses her left to grip Tracy’s lower jaw and chin. Tracey presses her head against the wall to prevent Stella from cracking her skull against the concrete . Stella digs her nails into Tracey’s cheek producing a scream from the brunette; “You fucking bitch, you will pay cxnt”. Stella grunts; “Yeah, who is gonna collect that debt you whore, not you because I will knock your weak pretty muscle ass out!” And Stella begins laying punch after punch into Tracey’s side and gut. Damn, this old hag can throw a punch!  After four punches land, Tracey assumes Brandi has documented the attack adequately. She still has the punching Stella partially bent over with her left hand grip on the short hair. Stella has not neutralized her right, big mistake as Tracey begins pummeling the side of Stella’s head with her right. Pinned against the wall Tracey cannot get her body into the punches so they are weaker than she would like, but after 5 or 6 she has Stella’s attention and as the redhead shifts to deal

 with the attack, Tracy used her grip on Stella’s hair to turn her face and get some separation to deliver a jab to the point of Stella’s nose. And then a second, bringing a cry from the redhead who pushes away to gain some distance. Stella backs away rather than pressing Tracey back into the wall, giving Tracey the opportunity to snap a quick kick into the redheads ribs, producing a grunt that Tracey found satisfying. More satisfying was Stella’s lack of discipline as she dropped her guard to her midriff opening her up for a pair of quick jabs to the nose and mouth. These however, have all of Tracey’s shoulder and torso muscle propelling them, snapping the redheads head back and accompanied by a brief cry from the attorney as she took some real damage. Tracey could feel blood on cheek from Stella’s gouging and gripping her face. As Stella backs out of range and circles, sizing up her foe, Tracy does not yet see fear in her adversary’s eye, but pure rage, and this absolutely is the aphrodisiac Tracey needs. The brunette touches her check, seeing the blood on her fingers she licks it off and grins at Stella.
Tracey; “The sign of an old has been, bringing the claws right away. You beat Freddy’s girl, gee after I fuck you up I need to go over there, she will take all of 90 seconds to deal with. Freddy any good in bed, oh that’s right you wouldn’t know.”
This is all she need to enrage Stella who charges with another bull rush, but this time the younger and faster brunette is not posing for the recording and dropping low catches a surprised Stella around the thighs and standing uses the redheads momentum to flip her over  and in on swift move Stella is on her back on the deck, winded and feeling Tracey’s hands in her hair as she is being pulled up by her auburn locks. Stella uses her right leg to snap a kick straight back towards her head, but it is Tracey’s head she contacts. The kick is more an annoyance than damaging, and unlike Stella Tracey does not want to end the fight quickly, she is highly aroused and wants to savor this experience, see what the old hag has in the tank as her plan is to gas the old bitch and take control of the fight.
Stella rolls over and regains her feet. She is now next to the privacy wall, and begins to glance to her right, Tracey see the object of her attention, it is a narrow scrub brush on a 5 foot wooden handle. Probably being used for spring cleanup around the deck and hot tub. Stella quickly twists to her right grabbing the handle and in one swift move does a 360, returning to face Tracey, now armed with her makeshift weapon.  Stella starts swinging and Tracey starts bobbing and weaving to avoid a debilitating head shot. Stella manages to get closer and lands a few shots oh the brunette’s shoulder and her forearms as Tracey deflects. Tracey keeps giving ground until she is next to a patio table with an umbrella extending from the center, she stops with the table on her left as if to use the furniture as a foil. Stella delivers a round house swing with the brush, but the younger agile woman drops quickly into a squat, allowing the weapon to pass over her head and smash into the umbrella stand. Tracey moves with the speed of striking diamondback rattler, leaping up, grasping the handle and finally getting both hands on the weapon. It is now a test of strength between the two women, each trying to gain sole control of the tool. Stella now is being moved around the deck by Tracey and the attorney can see the well-developed biceps and shoulder muscles of the brunette working as she pulls and twists the brush handle. Stella thinks; Damn this bitch must live in the gym! She will kill me unless I can get this on the ground, use my weight and take it to a scratching, biting catfight. Knowing Tracey will soon rip the brush from her grasp Stella suddenly releases her hold sending Tracey careening into the patio table. As Tracey slams into the table totally unbalanced Stella takes the opening and pounces on the brunette slamming into her and forcing her down on the table top. Tracey loses the hat and Stella immediately goes for her hair, grabbing two handfuls and slamming Tracey’s head against the iron patio table top. As Stella pulls Tracey up for more cranial punishment the brunette rolls them both off the table, landing on top of the redhead who releases a gust of air. Tracey hears the ooooompf from Stella’s open mouth, which is now next to her ear. Gotcha bitch thinks Tracey as she attempts to mount the attorney. The impact of the fall broke  Stella’s  grip on Tracey’s hair, but Stella manages to wrap her legs around Tracey’s ribcage and squeeze enough to stop progress.
Stella, now gasping ; “I will ….gasp…break you….gasp in half bitch!”
Tracey is surprised at the old hag’s leg strength. She is getting crushed and the bitch now has her ankles locked to tighten the leg scissor. But Stella makes the mistake of not controlling Tracey’s upper body to completely immobilize her, allowing the brunette to rain some punches down on Stella’s face and tits. Given her  position, Tracey cannot get her power behind the punches and Stella blocks many with her arms. The tactic does accomplish what Tracey wants however, it prevents Stella from a scratching gouging catfight as she must defend herself from the constant barrage of blows …..and it keeps her preoccupied as Tracey works her powerful legs up under her center. But her breathing is restricted and her ribs are on fire. She knows she must break this hold before she runs out of air, or Stella cracks a rib.
Stella; “Not so tough now bitch. I will break you in two!”
Tracey; Gasping herself from the grip of Stella’s python like thighs and her efforts; “Save you breath cxnt! You are gonna’ need it when I am riding you like the whore you are!. eeeeeeeeeeeYessss!”
With a primal scream Tracey uses her powerful lower body to lift herself and grabbing Stella’s bikini top she lifts the redhead off the deck nearly a foot, only to slam her back into the unforgiving concrete. The sound of Stella’s back impacting the deck is paired with a guttural moan from deep in the redheads diaphragm. Once, twice  a third time and Tracey is beginning to wonder what it will take, but on the fourth slam she gets a lucky bounce as Stella’s head slaps the deck surface and her eyes become a bit glassy. The scissor weakens a bit and Tracey wastes no time in using her powerful arms and shoulders to pry the legs from around her. Tracey is still sucking air in with deep breaths but her endurance training provides enough energy to remain active. Stella is still dazed from the head bounce and Tracey rolls her onto her belly, drops heavily on her back to drive Stella’s wind out and then locks in a cruel camel clutch hold.  This allows Tracey some recovery time while working Stella, bouncing on her back to keep her deprived of air, and leaning back to strain the redheads back.
Tracey; “Now we know who will break and who will be queen for a day. Give it up bitch, or this will get worse….oh hell don’t give it up, this is the most fun I have had in a week!” With that Tracey rises and drops her full weight on Stella again and immediately slides back over her firm ass pulling Stella’s entire torso, down to her navel, off the deck. Stella would scream, but she only has enough air for a pathetic croak.
Tracey; “What was that bitch, I could not make it out.” Tracey continues to bend her adversary and is rewarded with a gasping whimper from the attorney. She slams Stella face first into the deck and begins ripping her bikini top off, working it up around Stella’s neck she chokes the redhead for good measure, insuring she stays deprived of air. Stella is now on the edge, ready to pass out. Tracey is in a high state of arousal, her nipples firm and her clit engorged with blood. She feels like a lioness playing with her defeated prey as she rolls Stella over. Grabbing a tit in each hand she squeezes viciously, eliciting a primordial scream from her victim.
Tracey;” Damn bitch these are nice for an old hag, and they are real. “
 She delivers a punch to each breast and alternates between caressing the long nipples to erection with pinching and squeezing and them pulling the hard nipples. Stella is now fully awake but in pain, her head rolling from side to side as she whimpers. Tracey then draws back her right arm and delivers a crushing blow to Stella’s face. Stella groans and Tracey follows up with another blast, getting the energy of her powerful torso and shoulder behind the punch. Stella goes limp. Tracey stands and then with little effort pulls Stella to a sitting position, then lifts her to her feet and sliding the defeated redhead onto her shoulder in a fireman’s carry.
Tracey; “Brandi, where the fuck are you? It’s play time!”

[lalutte65]

Great writing, looking forward to more.

[ralbright2010]

MONDAY, APRIL 9, 2017, 8:00 pm
COLONIAL LAKES CONDO’S

SKYPE CONVERSATION; TRACEY CARTER/BRANDI SAWYERS
TRACEY; “So are you rested and relaxed from yesterday’s recreation?”
BRANDI; “No I nearly took the day off to stay home and watch the tape again!”
Tracey; “Yes the tape, I was serious, I want a copy for my collection of conquests, even if Stella did not prove to be that much of a challenge.”
BRANDI; “She looked pretty challenging when she was crushing you between her legs.”
TRACEY;  “She looked even more challenging in your fight, I thought for a minute I needed to step in and finish the bitch for you. Besides, I had great fun between her legs…….later of course.”
BRANDI; “Yes I had not engaged in a good fight for some months, nearly forgotten how stimulating it is, and how great sex is when your defeated rival is forced to serve! And Stella is quite the vocalist, she really can moan and grunt when properly stimulated!”
TRACEY; “Speaking of Stella and her opera of erotic shame, is that her moans I hear in the background? Is she there with you?”
BRANDI; “No silly, it is the tape running on my computer system. Don’t you recognize those agonized moans, how could you forget……this is when you introduced her ass to Mistress Happy! I did pop over to check on my neighbor when I saw her Jag in the lot on my way to work. She is usually out of her by 6:30 am. She will need to work from home for several days, has a very nice shiner and a split lip from your efforts. But I really think it is her pussy that needs rest, ha ha!”
TRACEY; “Clearly poor Freddie did not get any anal when he was married to Stella, and clearly Mistress Happy was bigger than any cock she has ever had! Of course, she is a dominant and poor Freddie may have experienced anal…..from Stella’s strapon.”
BRANDI; “Are you worried she may still try some angle to file an assault charge?”
TRACEY; “If it was just the video tape of her charging me, well that is weak, once you told me about Daddy, I knew I had leverage on the bitch. You did see the look on her face when I explained that I was Tommy Carters wife, Tommy Carter of the Carter Foundation, Carter Development Corp, Carter Farms LLC and Potomac Point LLC. She fucking knows that is 30% of their legal work! So…..while she is a natural dominant and hates losing control, I mean she is a fucking lawyer, I have leverage. For now, she is gonna’ be my bitch, but I still need to put the physical fear into her with a really good beatdown session. She still has hope of turning this around and I like that. It suits my requirements on several levels.”
BRANDI; “Several levels?”
TRACEY; “Yes once you told me who she was, I knew I had leverage to pursue the fight, but I also want my own spy in the Carter legal machinery, an enterprising girl needs her own intelligence and assets.”
BRANDI; “When she started to get obstinate I really thought you were going to toss her ass in the hot tub!”
TRACEY; “That would have crossed a line, she would then know she means nothing to me and she would surely have pure hatred for me. At this point in time I want her to maintain a sliver of hope that she can use her personal skills, her well honed ability to manipulate developed in her law practice, to get into my good graces, so she can eventually turn the tables and fuck me. That is her motivation to do what I ask her, revenge….it is like a BJJ move, I use her own energy and rage to put her where I want her! Besides, if I had forced her into the hot tub, your fight with her would have not been pleasant, and I REALLY wanted to see you kick her ass, show her that physically she is now number three in the  Colonial Lakes alpha bitch hierarchy!”
Brandi; “And you wanted to get off watching us! I know you got off while you watched us fight.”
TRACEY; “Twice and then twice while we were double teaming her in bed. The bitch has skills as a clit licker, she has experience!”
BRANDI; “Rumor is she had her way with several of the female associates at the law firm. We do their IT work, a girl needs her spies you know!”
TRACEY; “Explains why Freddie left for greener pastures.”
BRANDI; “That and the fact that he is a shit and a spoiled brat.”
Tracey; “Really, that may be useful at some point.”
BRANDI; “You need to be careful, Stella is meaner than a black snake, smart and very well connected in the RVA social, business and legal circles.”
TRACEY; “Somehow I believe she is very motivated to get that i-Phone recording back. She will lose some status if her Downtown Country Club colleagues see her begging Mistress Tracey to take her ass and greedily licking my pussy as I ground it out on her face. We know those old money perverts will relish that view in private, but in public she will ostracized and neither she nor Daddy can afford that. Besides, I do not plan to sit still and give her a target, the key to success is to keep the battlefield in constant turmoil, keep her off balance and reacting with no time to lay plans.
BRANDI; “How do you plan to accomplish that?”
TRACEY ; “You will see tough girl, all in due time. Now send me a copy of that damned tape!”

[ralbright2010]

WEDNESDAY APRIL 10, 2017; 8:00 am
RIVER CITY FITNESS CLUB; MAINSTREET

“So Ms. Carter, we will do a brief tour of this club, our Downtown financial district club which is our flagship facility, then proceed to our offices on the third level to the board room for a full presentation. Given the high concentration of banking, brokerage and law firms here in center city, we cater to young professionals at this site, while some of our suburban sites are more family focused. We have attempted to focus our marketing and product based on the demographics of a seven mile radius of the club.” This from one Caitlyn Hunt, the marketing and fitness director for River City Fitness, a local chain of  7 fitness centers. Tracey was less focused on the pitch than Caitlyn’s very firm ass and well-toned calf muscles as she followed the 25 year old blonde through the facility. Dressed in beige business suit with a French blue blouse that was open two buttons, to expose just a hint of her black lace bra, supporting her impressive décolletage, Caitlyn had Tracey’s attention. Tracey wondered silently; She looks good but is she tough enough to do anything other than produce sugar coated fluff for customers and potential buyers. They proceeded to the third level of the facility, which occupied five floors of the west tower in River City Towers, in the heart of downtown’s business district stretching along the river. The south wall views of the river were breath-taking, this was prime real estate. Tracey was leveraging the equity in the Charleston clubs to acquire an interest in River City Fitness. The club had expanded aggressively over the last twelve years, too rapidly in fact and now facing tough competition from several national chains, needed a capital infusion. The window of opportunity to sweep in and buy a controlling interest at a deep discount was open now, but would close once a few pure real estate investors under stood the potential. Tracey’s real interest was the real estate, all of it prime, the tower site they were in controlled a 30 year lease on excellent downtown space.
Caitlyn droned through a power point package on the facilities, the membership demographics and the float;the loss versus gain of members. Tracy did not need to hear any of this, she was ready to move, the sticking point was numbers, how much for a 60% stake.
Tracey; “The facilities are in  very good condition, I need to see the real numbers, cash flow and cash flow projections, near term capital expenses and operating costs by site. Without them we cannot develop a term sheet.”
Caitlyn; “I am surprised, we did not expect discussions to reach this level of detail so quickly. Livy will need to approve providing a detailed financial package.” Livy or Olivia Bowers was the founder of the company and something of a local  business legend.  Tracey was seething that Ms. Bowers had not been there to greet her and had not yet appeared.
Tracey; “Caitlyn, you will find that I do my research and preparation, I do not waste time and I can make decisions quickly because I am not afraid to cut to the chase and get to the critical issues. We are pleased with the assets, it is the financials and operations that are at issue in determining a valuation for the 60% equity position. You will find I come prepared.” This was said as Tracey stood and removed her business suit jacket, a black two piece jacket in black, over a  black silk sleeveless blouse that plunged well below her nipples to showcase her impressive 36-d cleavage, but more importantly her well-developed biceps, back and shoulder muscles, rippling under her perfectly bronzed skin. Tracey had been given a guest pass on a previous visit and had arrived at the club for an early morning back and bicep workout . She was still pumped from her 1 hour and 20 minutes with the weights.
Caitlyn taking in Tracey’s buff physique, as the other woman removed her jacket, and turned slowly to hang it on a chair back, providing a 180 degree view, replied, ”Yes that is quite obvious.”
Tracey; “Call Ms. Bowers, set a meeting for tomorrow on the financial, then get the operational numbers on the clubs. I want to visit the worst performer of the group. We need to move so this deal closes this month! Livy is aware of the status of negotiations as is her banker, let’s get moving!”
Caitlyn returned  several minutes later, after calling her boss and confirming the change in agenda for Tracey, with the records for all the clubs, “I can save you some time, the Midlothian club is the worst in terms of member retention and operating cost.”
Tracey took a quick look at the numbers and said, “OK let’s go!”
Caitlyn; “Go where?”
Tracey ; “To this club, I want to see it, but more importantly meet the manager.”
Caitlyn; “But I have other things to do this morning.”
Tracey; “Call your boss and clear it, I am sure she will approve it if that is what you need to do. Understand I will be a majority owner, I am looking for people for my team who can perform, people who are flexible and innovative.” Tracey was wondering just flexible Caitlyn could be, in a number of ways.
Caitlyn; “I do not need to call her, let’s go.”

WEDNESDAY APRIL 10, 11:00 AM
RIVER CITY FITNESS CLUB, MIDLOTHIAN

Tracey pulls her sleek, black Range Rover into the club lot. On the drive out to the suburban club Tracey had more time to converse with Caitlyn and size her up. She was beginning to warm to the younger woman as she saw the energy, focus and ambition that Tracey saw in herself. The ambition was what most appealed to Tracey, as she knew she could use Caitlyn’s lust for success to co-opt her as an ally. Caitlyn just needed some seasoning, needed to toughen up some to be on the team. Before they get out Caitlyn says, ”Just a word of warning, the club manager here is a real piece of work. She has been with Livy since the business started and has been essentially untouchable. She can be very stubborn and very…………..I guess the word is aggressive.  She……
Tracey; “In other words she is a bitch. Just say it Caitlyn! Now , what is the bitch’s name?”
Caitlyn;   “ Hailey, Hailey Woodson.”
Tracey; “Can’ t wait to meet her!”
Entering the club lobby there was no one at the reception are and several members awaiting checkin.
Tracey; “Caitlin I assume you know the system to check in these ,members, so do it.”
Caitlyn; “We should probably text Hailey or her assistant manager Melissa.”
Tracey; “We have customers waiting, they take precedence over the bureaucracy  here!”
As Caitlyn began dealing with the waiting members a woman in a sports bra and full length leotards, her long red hair pulled back in a pony tail, approached the reception desk; “What is going on here?”
Caitlyn; “I am just checking these folks in, they had been waiting a while.”
“Caitlyn, you know Hailey does not allow non club staff on our system. She…
“She can explain that to me,.” Tracey cut her off.
“Who the fuck are you?!” exclaimed the redhead.
“Your new boss, and watch your language in front of the members.” Replied Tracey
Caitlyn, having finished with the customers in an apologetic tone, “I should have introduced you. Tracey this is the assistant manager, Melissa. Melissa this is Tracey Carter.”
“I know who she is, her reputation precedes her.” Replied Melissa as she gave Tracey a cold stare.
Tracey, ignoring the comment, ”Get the manager in her office now. Where is she?”
Melissa; Teaching a high impact class.”
Tracey; “She should leave that to the qualified instructors and do her real job. Page on the PA now!”



Tracey and Caitlyn are exploring Hailey’s office, looking at the photo’s, the plaques, and several bodybuilding trophies, when Hailey explodes into the office.
“Caitlyn, what the fuck do you think you are doing.”
“Her job.” replied Tracey, before Caitlyn could respond.
Hailey Woodson was about 5’4” of energy and muscle. She clearly made daily use of the club facilities. Tracey could not detect an ounce of fat on the bitch. In her short spandex shorts and sports bra, everything was on display, including her powerful calf and thigh muscles.  Impressive for a woman pushing 40.
Caitlyn; “We needed …….
“You know that I deal directly with Livy on club business, Caitlyn, and no one else!”
Tracey; “Caitlyn is the director of marketing and fitness, she is changing the reporting rules, right Caitlyn?”
Buoyed by Tracey’s assertiveness Caitlyn responds “Yes Hailey, we will need this club to operate like all the others, I need your expense records, fitness instructor evaluations and membership data.”
Hailey replied; “Caitlyn I do not think you have the skills to handle so many areas, I do not believe you have the ability to take these records.” Hailey glared from under her mane of shoulder length blond hair at Caitlyn clearly challenging. “Besides we do not have them in a form for transfer.”
“Get them on a flash drive for Caitlyn. Now when can she expect them?” replied Tracey
“Oh, I can have them ready late today, say around closing time, but she should come by and pick up the drive as I probably need to explain some things to her. As I said, I am not sure she is up to the task.” Now staring past Caitlyn at Tracey.
Tracey was staring at Caitlyn, who felt she needed to assert herself in front of the new owner. “ I will be here at 8:45 tonight to review them with you and deal with any other issues you have.”
Hailey; “Well that should be an extended meeting, I have several issues that we need to discuss one on one Caitlyn, I hope you are up to that task!” Hailey smiling now, but not a warm friendly smile.

Once they were in Tracey’s Range Rover, she turns to Caitlyn and says, “You know you better be prepared for a fight tonight!”
Caitlyn, “Oh she will probably argue a little over……
“No Caitlyn, a real knock down kick ass catfight. Did you see the look in her eyes? That bitch wants a piece of you, and now she wants it bad! She challenged you as a manager and as a woman. She basically said you were not woman enough to make her comply with your orders. Her only way to save face now is to whip your ass and have you change your plans.”
Caitlyn; “ This is new to me, I mean I…”
Tracey; “Ever had a real knockdown ass whipping fight to the finish with another woman?”
Caitlyn; “Just some pushing and slapping and hair pulling in high school and college. Well there was this one extended fight in college with a cheerleader I caught giving my boyfriend a BJ.”
Tracey; “What happened?”
Caitlyn; “ After we were done she never saw him again!”
Tracey; “So you kicked her ass then?”
Caitlyn;  “Well she had a bloody nose and she lost some hair, from her head….and other places.”
Tracey, now grinning; “I knew you had potential. Will that bitch Melissa be there? “
Caitlyn; “She usually stays late and closes, so yeah.”
Tracey; “You are a good 12, what 13 years younger and in great shape, they plan to do a 2 on 1 on you and kick the shit out of you. That bitch will not chance you being able to gas her, wear her down and beat her ass. This is an ambush. I will pick you up at 8 and drive you, so I can give Melissa something to think about. Dress in tight but flexible clothes, you want to be free to move, but do not give an easy point to grab. Get that hair in a pony tail. Have a ball cap? Never mind I will bring one for you.
Caitlyn; ‘So you have experience with this?”
Tracey, now grinning; “Oh…. I have had a scrape here and there.”

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APRIL 10, 2017; 7:00PM
RIVER CITY FITNESS; MIDLOTHIAN
“MANAGEMENT TRAINING”
Hailey Woodson i-phone text;
To Melissa; Come to my office now please
Two minutes later Melissa arrives in Hailey’s office to find her boss reviewing files on her computer.
“Close the door please, Melissa.” Hailey looks up as her assistant manager entered the room. Melissa had just finished a high impact aerobics class and she had a sheen of sweat covering her freckled body . Melissa was another fitness marvel, the redhead had a yellow tank top on over bike shorts. Her biceps and shoulders flexed with authority as she put her fists on her hips. “
“You are not giving that bitch the files she asked for are you?” asked Melissa.
“No but I do intend to give little Miss Caitlyn a very special gift” replied Hailey.
“A gift, really!”
“Yes I intend to give her a lesson in humility and then an advanced course in do not fuck with Hailey,” chuckled Hailey. Melissa found no mirth in the grin on Haley’s face. “That little cxnt has probably never had a real fight in her life, and to be sure I do not intend on this being her first real fight, because this is going to be a complete beat-down, an annihilation. I intend to make that bitch beg me to stop beating her skinny ass, which will only encourage me to beat her that much more.”
Melissa considered her boss and the vitriol she was spewing; “What about Tracey Carter? She wants this information, not Caitlyn. Can Livy give you any cover there?”
Hailey’s face darkens as she replied; ”I spoke to her this afternoon. She has no option other than Carter and her money. The cash flow we generate cannot service the debt we took on and she failed to get any bankers to provide additional funds. Unless she wants to dump it to a real estate developer, she has no option.”
Melissa replied, “Then we have no choice but comply you….
Hailey interrupts; “I intend to give Ms. Carter my own version of the RVA welcome wagon. After I am done with that bitch, she will be using those new resident coupons for City Dentistry and Virginia Plastic and reconstructive surgery. She will be begging to lick my ass after I am done with her beat down!”
Melissa could see that Hailey was livid, nearly out of control. She replied ; “Tracey Carter’s reputation from Charleston indicates she is the one used to giving the emergency room business. She put Tommy’s trophy wife number 3 in rehab for two months, after baiting the woman into starting a fight with her and my sources tell me that she has been brutal with anyone who challenges her position as Ms. Tommy Carter or as CEO of Charleston Fitness Co. Look Hailey she is one bad ass bitch and she has the financial leverage on Livy.”
“Listen Melissa, we cannot allow her to take control, we cannot stop her financial takeover, so our only option is to make her run away from the deal. After I turn Caitlyn into hamburger, she will be forced to deal with my challenge to her authority, and we know she would prefer to do that  with her fists, not her finances. By the end of the week Caitlyn will be in rehab, and Tracey Carter will be wearing my dog collar, the one with Hailey’s Bitch engraved on it!”
“Think she will show up tonight also?” asked Melissa
“No, she is Ms. Tracey Carter, she does not tend to mundane chores. That is what her bitch’s like Caitlyn are for! She will not appear until we send what is left of Caitlyn back in a garbage bag!”

 APRIL 10, 7:15 COLONIAL LAKES
“MANAGEMENT TRAINING”
Tracey dressed in a pair of spandex running slacks that hugged her muscular legs and showed off her leg development. She pulled a tight form fitting sports bra over her 36-D cleavage and then grabbed a warmup jacket as it was a chilling evening in early April. She backed her black Range Rover out of the basement level garage and headed down her new drive. As she reached the street a gun metal grey BMW glided by and Tracey caught a brief view of the blonde woman behind the wheel. She felt an overwhelming sense of deja’ vu, seeing this woman. Something very familiar about her, but she could not quite place it. Tracey quickly pushed this out of her conscious thought, she had some serious business to take care of. This was a test for Caitlyn, was she loyal, was she tenacious and tough enough and what exactly was needed to put those two southside bitch’s in their place. This was step 2 of Caitlyn’s “management training”. Tracey began to feel aroused at the thought of providing Hailey Woodson an unforgettable ass whipping! The bitch had challenged her by implying she would defy Caitlyn. The cxnt needed to be given a lesson and Tracey was salivating at the prospect of doing this, however it was really Caitlyn’s task this evening…….but hey she may need help. If she could get Melissa and Hailey to team up on Caitlyn, then Tracey had her excuse to enter the fight, and kick some serious ass! She would not be disappointed as Melissa doubted her superior’s confidence in Tracey’s delegation to Caitlyn, Melissa believed in risk management and the mere possibility that two women would show for tonight’s confrontation motivated her to plan for that very contingency. Melissa was sure Hailey would give Caitlyn a lesson in catfighting, but her Charleston friends had warned her about the Carter bitch and while she liked to fight, Melissa was unsure about taking on Carter  in a one on one matchup, given the stories. Contingencies were required to insure that the Tracey Carter confrontation was a two on one power play.

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APRIL 10, 8:00 PM; THE TIGRIS RIVERFRONT CONDO’S
“MANAGEMENT TRAINING”
Tracey pulled the Range Rover under the canopy of Caitlyn’s condo. It was a unit in one of two new high rise condo buildings built along the river, near the city’s financial district. Tracey knew the details but had never actually visited the site. They were part of the Carter real estate portfolio and by the time Tommy and his brothers were done with the project, she was sick of hearing about it. She sent a text to Caitlyn as the Range Rover idled at the condo entrance.
TEXT; FROM Tracey Carter’s i-phone
WHERE ARE YOU? WE WANT TO BE EARLY, NOT LATE. GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!
A moment later Caitlyn opened the door and bounced into the passenger seat. Tracey gave her a critical look; running shoes, LULULEMON yoga pants a tank top over a sports bra and she was carrying a warmup jacket. Caitlyn’s upper body was taught but not extremely muscular, but Tracey got the impression she was stronger than she looked, and she had 4 inches of height and at least a couple of inches of reach on Hailey. Melissa on the other hand gave up nothing to Caitlyn physically and Melissa looked like she was ready for a bodybuilding show.
“Here, take this cap, get your hair into a ponytail and get most of it under the hat.” Commanded Tracey as she tossed Caitlyn a Clemson ball cap.
“I don’t really believe Hailey will take this to a physical level, Melissa maybe would, but Hailey is too practical. I mean how would she justify jumping me anyway?” Replied Caitlyn.
“Melissa will be her backup on a story. They will claim you took a swing at Hailey and started a fight, so Hailey was defending herself. It will be your version versus the two of them. And believe me that goes for the story and for the fight too!” replied Tracey as she pulled the Range Rover out into the  early evening traffic.
“Well how do you see this playing out?” asked Caitlyn.
“I will let you enter the club alone, drop you at the door and then park. You will go in and meet Hailey, but set your phone for a text message; MAYDAY, so all you need to do is press send to forward it to me. If they jump you send it and I will be there in a minute. I am guessing they will meet you in the gym area and not Hailey’s office.” Responded Tracey.
“Sounds like you want me to be bait!” was Caitlyn’s somewhat nervous reply.
Tracey detecting the nerves thought, good she will get a little adrenalin rush before this starts, but prodded Caitlyn verbally, “Look Cait, you need to grow a set, you are smart and drop dead gorgeous but you need to be assertive in business. You can’t let a bitch like Hailey push you around. If you want to succeed in the business world you need to take charge…. And show the world there is a price for fucking with you!”
“You have had more experience with this sort of thing obviously. I wonder how many catfights Hailey has had?” asked Caitlyn.
Tracey replied, “I am sure she has had her share, managing a bunch of alpha bitch’s at a gym. But you need to be smart about it.”
“What do you mean?”
“So Cait, you were a college soccer player right? Pretty physical game. Ever had an opponent try to intimidate you with a body check, shoulder you off the ball?”
“Sure, all the time.”
“So what did you do, just roll over and play dead?” asked Tracey
“Why no, of course not. I did the same thing only harder, because I was usually slightly bigger and more aggressive! I mean you had to show some girls that you……don’t……fuck… with…. the wrong player. I see what you mean.”
Tracey could believe this as Caitlyn was equal to her own 5’10” height. She replied,” You need to call up some of that aggression tonight. You also need to use your advantages. Hailey looks like she is training for a MMA fight, but she is probably just a brawler. Use your reach advantage and those long legs to keep her at bay and make her move. Livy told me you were the aerobics queen, your endurance will be better than a nearly 40 soccer mom. Use your legs and soccer kicking skills to keep her on the move and to inflict some damage. Don’t under estimate the damage from working her legs over with kicks, it will take a toll. If you can use your kicks to cramp up her legs, that will sap her endurance and slow her down so you can pick her apart on your terms. And Cait, once you know you are in a real catfight with her, don’t hesitate to land a head kick if she gives you an opening, and I mean take her head off!”
Tracey was sure that Caitlyn was smart enough and physically athletic enough to handle Hailey, she needed to be emotionally “in the fight”, she needed to be pissed off and just a little out on the edge of control. She was betting that Hailey, the control freak alpha would provide some verbal motivation there.


APRIL 10 2017, 8:30 PM
RIVER CITY FITNESS; MIDLO CLUB

Melissa checked Hailey’s office only to find it empty. She went back to the front of the club. All the clubs had a reception desk, but also a raised, octagonal reception office that was 4 feet above floor level and consisted of three cubicles, one of which housed the monitors for all the internal and external webcams used to monitor the club. Another cubicle contained the computer equipment to connect to other clubs, record attendance and membership, and control the keycard access system. Each club could make a key card for members and control access, that is revoke a given keycard. The entire membership base was on the system. The clubs had moved to 24 hr. access to remain competitive with the national chains. However, for security purposes a key card was needed to enter after hours. Melissa was certain that the Carter bitch already had a card, and she quickly found it in the new members roll. Melissa then deactivated Tracey’s key card. This would not deny her access during regular hours, but it would from 9 pm until 5 am tomorrow, so maybe it would provide some control. She then synced her i-phone to allow her to tap into the webcam feed and to get an alert on denied card access. Hailey was certain she would control this event, but Melissa wanted every advantage. She had several friends in the Charleston area who knew Tommy Carters previous wife, who was not exactly a wall flower. She had heard the stories of how the newest Mrs. Tommy Carter had stalked Tommy, seduced him and then made sure trophy wife number three was made aware of this challenge to her position. A “friend” of the wife had alerted her and come into possession of a tape of Tracey and Tommy fucking in the hot tub of one of the clubs. Tracey had used the post coital time to give Tommy an earful about what an insufferable bitch he was married to and pointed out that she, Tracey was a up and coming business person, not a liability seeking financial support like the current Mrs. Carter. The woman was widely known for her shopping trips to New York, LA and Paris. Tracey implied that she was shopping for more than just clothes and accessories, as Mrs. Carter #3 was seen with several wealthy men, men with a reputation to chase….and capture any attractive woman that crossed their path. According to Melissa’s friends, this made Mrs. Carter #3 livid when she learned of it, and the woman took it upon herself to set Tracey right. Tracey had planned the whole confrontation with cool and ruthless precision, however a rumor circulated that one of Trophy#3’s friends, a prominent Charleston attorney, was whispering to the bankers holding the loans for Charleston Fitness, trying to persuade them to force out the current management and making charges of improper management and accounting practices. This, according to one of Melissa’s sources, a manager at one of the clubs, set off the volatile temper Tracey was known to display. According to this manager Tracey was no longer just seeking to displace Trophy#3, but to physically and emotionally destroy her. Tracey waited for Trophy#3 to have a night out with several of her society girlfriends, phoning the woman while she was at dinner; the call went something like this;
Tracey; “I understand you have some problems with my management style. So, I need to say that your husband has no problems with how I have been managing his cock for the last 3 months. Yes, bitch I have been fucking your husband for nearly 3 months, and he has not complained about any of my skills. I do understand you have had some problems getting him “in the mood” lately, but not me. As soon as Tommy looks at my “10” body he is rock hard. Guess you just need to be a woman, not a department store mannequin!”
Mrs. Carter; “Listen slut, you will learn your place soon enough, after I have your business financing cut off I will beat your redneck ass to a pulp, and run your skanky ass back to Sumter where you belong.”
Tracey; “Don’t hold your breath, Tommy just agreed to cosign all the Charleston Fitness notes today. Not only do I now own your man’s cock, I have his entire line of credit too! So bitch, if you intend to put me in my place you will need to come do it yourself, woman to woman. Of course, we both know you don’t have the stones for that, isn’t that true cxnt!?”
Mrs. Carter; “You fucking whore! I will rip your hair out, knock those capped teeth down your throat and drop your bleeding ass at the shrimp boat docks, to provide a little entertainment for the deckhands.” The third martini of the night was kicking in, the other three women at the table were amazed but could figure out who was on the other end of the line, as rumors had been flying for two weeks. One of them decided this was great fun; “Go kick her ass out of Charleston tonight Cyndi. Go find that skank and whip her slutty ass now!”
Tracey, hearing this in the background; “Your friend has a great idea, come kick my ass right now, don’t delay or I may have your clothes lying on your lawn when you get home skank! I will make it easy, I am at the Meeting Street club here in town now. Bring your friends along Cyndi to enjoy the show. I know I plan on giving a command performance! And you will need your posse to help you to the MUSC Emergency room.”

Melissa had two sources who witnessed the event, the club manager and one member of Cyndi’s posse. The group arrived at the club and were directed to a room used for boxing and MAA training. Tracey was there in her trademark black spandex bike shorts, cut just above mid-thigh, topped by a tight black sports bra that somehow made her impressive cleavage even more formidable.  Cyndi was decked out in an electric blue dress, slit to the top of the thigh on one side, and cut deeply in the front, the straps forming a v shape front and back. No bra was under the tight garment which held her larger breasts tightly, nipples prominently on display through the material. Her exposed leg showed some muscle tone from the 4 inch heels, aerobics, tennis and some work with her personal trainer. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back to just below the shoulder blades. The 5’5” blonde entered the room and marched to Tracey, who was apparently engaged in conservation, with her back turned to the 4 visitors. Cyndi grabbed a shoulder and spun the statuesque brunette with surprising force, and simultaneously wound up a haymaker bitch slap that landed on Tracey’s left cheek with pop of flesh on flesh that reverberated across the gym. Surprisingly Cyndi followed up with a backhand that snapped Tracey’s head back to her left. Grabbing the front of Tracey’s bra, Cyndi screamed; “Now you fucking whore, get ready for your beating, get ready to paaaaaay…”
Tracey stopped the tirade with her own bitch slap, which looked like it was designed to decapitate. Cyndi was nearly knocked off her feet, her head was ringing and she would have fallen but Tracey had quickly grasped her dress at the point where the “V” formed and pulling her back delivered yet another explosive bitch slap. Melissa’s club manager source had said she wondered at the time why Tracey did not just unload in Cyndi’s gut with an uppercut, but she later learned that the tall brunette wanted to wear her blonde foe down gradually, enjoying her work. Cyndi’s cheek was burning and she was a little dizzy from the blows and the martinis, but she was lucid enough to know she could not stand toe to toe with this bitch and survive. She went into full on catfight mode grasping Tracey’s bra and trying to pull the garment down to get access to those tits, and use her nails to attack. But the spandex bra was tight and was nearly impossible to strip off, the straps dug into Tracey’s back and shoulders, causing some discomfort, but it would not budge. Tracey for her part wrapped Cyndi’s blonde mane in her left fist and began peppering her face with slap after slap, turning Cyndi’s left cheek beet red in the process. Unable to get to the brunette’s breasts, Cyndi began raking her face with the long nails she had hoped to employ at a slightly lower point. Cyndi only got in two slashes as Tracey used her free hand to grab the blonde by the wrist and with one powerful move, bring the blonde’s arm down, and twisting it counter clockwise forcing Cyndi to turn to relieve the pressure. Before Cyndi realized what was happening Tracey was behind her twisting the right arm up with one hand and the other grasping the crook of her elbow. To lock in a hammer lock. A more experienced foe would have moved to reverse the hold but Cyndi was not experienced and this allowed Tracey to pin her right arm behind the blonde , and use her other arm to lock in a choke. With one of Tracey’s arms around her neck, and the other twisting her right arm behind her back, Cyndi was immobilized. Tracey slowly pulled Cyndi’s arm higher and higher, increasing the torque on her shoulder, Cyndi was now screaming ‘Get off me you bitch!” Tracey pulls Cyndi tighter and in her ear says, “When I am done with your beating and lesson in manners, I am taking you home and fucking you in front of Tommy!”
“Get off me you whore!” screeched Cyndi.
“All you had to do is ask nicely.” Tracey released the choke and quickly pulled Cyndi’s arm away from her body and grasping the wrist with both hands twisted savagely counter clockwise, the twisting wrist lock forcing Cyndi to bend over at the waist to try to relieve the pressure on her arm and shoulder. Cyndi barely had time to grasp her new predicament when Tracey’s left foot slammed into her tits, once, twice, three times. Tracey then changed to her right foot which she buried into Cyndi’s gut three times, getting a satisfying grunt followed by a gasp with each strike.  Tracey released her hold and Cyndi fell forward on all fours, setting herself up for a kick to the gut followed by a kick to the ribs that rolled the blonde on her back. Tracey dropped onto Cyndi’s gut, producing a whoosh as the air left the blonds lungs. Grabbing Cyndi’s hair Tracey started a bitch slap version of ground and pound, slap followed by backhand, over and over until Cyndi started to sob. One member of the posse  screamed; ‘Let her go she is done, you made your point!”
Tracey looked at Cyndi. “So what do you say skank, ready to call it quits, tell me I am more woman than you ever were, and crown me Mrs. Tommy Carter #4. Come on you can say it, just say I am Tracey’s bitch, and Tracey is now Mistress of the Carter Manor. Say it cxnt!” Instead Cyndi spit in her face. That was the point of no return. Tracey delivered another half dozen slaps, and standing pulled the blonde to her feet by her hair. Grasping Cyndi around the neck, Tracey unloaded three hard shots into the blonde’s gut. She then grabbed the dress straps and ripped it from the blondes swaying frame. Driving another punch to her gut, Tracey pulled the smaller blonde upright by the hair and hoisted the now moaning woman over her shoulder. Tracey walked across the gym, stopping at a lat pull down machine. She sat Cyndi on the seat, facing away from the machine. Tracey put  180 lb. on the weight stack, and with amazing strength pulled the wide grip bar down with her left and tied Cyndi’s wrists to the bar with her free hand. Releasing the bar pulled Cyndi into a standing position. She was now nude except for her black thong and her heels. Tracey then began slamming rights and lefts into the blonde’s ribs and gut, each punch followed by a grunt from the blonde. She then threw a series of jabs at Cyndi’s big breasts.
‘Spit in my face you cxnt! You really need a lesson in manners!” Screamed Tracey.
After using Cyndi as a heavy bag for two minutes, the mewling blonde sobbed out ,”I give, ppplease stop, I give,” gasping for breath.
“Really, well I don’t accept that!” Grabbing a nipple in each hand and pulling and twisting until she was rewarded by an anguished scream from the blonde. Now Cyndi was a complete blubbering mess.
“Please stop, gasp, anything, anything you want”.
“Tell me who is the better woman, who has the better body, better tits and ass, who is the better lover and who is more accomplished. Now damn it!!” replied Tracey
Cyndi, lips trembling, “yyyyou are”.
Tracey replied with a savage uppercut into Cyndi’s gut, “SAY IT YOU FUCKING SLUT, SAY MISTRESS TRACEY IS BETTER AND CYNDI IS A WORTHLESS CXNT! ITEM BY ITEM!” Grabbing Cyndi by the hair, forcing her head up so she had to meet Tracey’s eyes.
“YYYYYOU are the better woman, sob, oh God, you have the better body, you are the better lover, yyyou are the more successful woman, ppplease stop!” Tracey was stripping off her sports bra as Cyndi spoke. She popped a double bicep pose and then hands on hips displayed her rack in front of the beaten blonde. Her nipples were fully erect, and Melissa’s source confirmed her shorts were soaked with a sheen of liquid, not sweat.
“You forgot tits, whore! Who is better?” Tracey’s rack was high and firm while Cyndi’s tits look like used bags from the abuse of the last 20 minutes. Tracey’s areolia were large and brown, her nipples nearly extended an inch. She began rubbing them in the blonde’s face. “Lick your Mistress’ nipples, worship her superior tits bitch”. Cyndi did not believe her ears and hesitated. Tracey immediately began slamming punches into each of the blonde’s tits and grabbed each with her fists and squeezed until the blonde released a near primal scream that echoed through the gym. “Do not make me say this again! Now please Mistress Tracey, may I lick your superior breasts, say it you fucking worthless cxnt!”
“Please Mistress Tracey may I lick your beautiful breasts” gasp Cyndi.
“Much better bitch!” responded Tracey
The brunette amazon untied her blonde foe and stepping behind her twisted the right arm back up into a hammer lock while using her other arm to control the blonde’s left shoulder. Tracey frog walked Cyndi over to the mirrored wall of the room.
“LOOK AT YOU CXNT! WHO LOOKS LIKE THEY HAVE BEEN FUCKED BY A SHRIMP BOAT CREW NOW! AND WHO LOOKS LIKE THE NEXT MRS. TOMMY CARTER?”
Cyndi was staring blankly at the reflection of her ravaged 43 year old body, bruised tits, belly and ribs, swollen face and surely one eye would be black and swollen shut by morning. She would have collapsed if this bitch from hell released her.
Tracey leans over and whispers in her ear, “Now say, I am Mistress Tracey’s slut, and Mistress Tracey will be Mrs. Tracey Saunders Carter. Say it worthless cxnt!”
Cyndi stood silently staring at the mirror image. She had two options, become a complete whore for this demon redneck bitch, or refuse. She was already a wreck, how much worse could it be. She would soon find out as she spat out “Fuck you, you redneck wannabe, you will never be part of Charleston society!”
Enraged, Tracey slammed her into the wall, and delivered a devastating kidney punch. Cyndi was enveloped by a wave of nausea and would have collapsed, but Tracey held her up with one arm wrapped around the blonde’s shoulder. Pulling Cyndi’s face off the mirror she screamed, ”TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT THAT FACE, BECAUSE NO ONE WILL EVER WANT TO AFTER I AM DONE!” Tracey turned the blonde around and slammed a knee into her gut. Cyndi began to collapse to her knees but the bitch caught her blonde hair and held her bent at the waist, her scalp was searing as her hair was supporting fully half her weight. Relief from that pain was quick as Tracey delivered four vicious knee lifts into the blonde’s face.
Tracey then let the blonde collapse to the floor. Cyndi was bleeding from the nose and mouth, but she was unconscious and oblivious to that.
“Now we know who learned their place tonight!” Tracey spat the statement at Cyndi’s three companions. “Any other takers for a discussion? Yeah, I didn’t think there would be. You bitches get this trash out of here, before I really lose my temper and do some real damage!”
Melissa’s two sources had told her that Cyndi suffered a broken nose, loss of several teeth and a fractured jaw. The ribs were only bruised, not cracked, but she was in pain with every breath for two weeks. Tommy started divorce proceedings the day after the fight and Cyndi was visited by a Charleston PD detective who indicated an assault charge may be filed against her as the police received tape of her attacking a woman. She could avoid having charges filed by the woman. Her own attorney came by and basically said “You are fucked. You attacked her and she has big money in the form of your soon to be ex-husband.  His lawyer wants a binding arbitration of the divorce. The good news, his settlement is quite generous. You get the Kiawah house free and clear, all medical covered and a monthly check for 4 years. Ms. Saunders will not file any charges, if you agree to the same. My advice, take it and run, do not litigate this in court. Tommy has the good ole’ boy network working the legal system on overtime.”
Reviewing this story over and over mentally, Melissa had only one thought, no way would she and Hailey  give this Charleston bitch a fair fight, no way.

[ralbright2010]

I have been tied up with IRL issues. But finally here is the next installment.

WEDNESDAY APRIL 10, 2017  8:30 PM
TRACEY CARTER’S RANGE ROVER
“MANAGEMENT COACHING”

Tracey’s black Range Rover  cruised over the James on the west beltway bridge. She had only owned the SUV a year and it was fine for Charleston, where it stood out among the Mercedes, BMW and Jag’s driven by society wives, Mistresses and rich Daddy’s girls. But in Richmond every bitch with a credit card had one. She had a new Bently Bentgaya Mulliner on order. Not only was it obscenely expensive at $225k, it was the fastest production SUV with a top end of 183 MPH. Tracey felt the car made a statement about her; fast, exotic, sleek, yet muscular and capable. The vehicle would turn heads ….and of course all eyes would be on the driver as she exited the vehicle, and Tracey was sure all eyes would follow her confidence and beauty.
Caitlyn had been quiet for several minutes and she suddenly, but somewhat sheepishly asked; “So before you have a fight, I mean when you know you are going to go up against another woman do you start to feel….well”
Tracey completed the statement  “Horny, you bet, it comes with the territory of a fight with another alpha bitch. This is about more than who physically prevails, by subduing your opponent you make a statement that you are more powerful, more desirable, more sexually charged and satisfying to lovers, and more capable. So, getting a little hot thinking about Ms. Woodson the queen bitch and physically bending her to your will?”
“Well yes, I am and I am a little nervous it may impair my abilities” replied Caitlyn.
“Focus on why you need to whip her ass. Give yourself some mental motivation.” Replied Tracey
“Such as” asked Cait.
“Motivation number one is she will hurt you if she can, and try to destroy you mentally and emotionally if she wins. But think of something that would really make you mad, drive you to a fit of rage. Do you have a boyfriend?” Responded Tracey
“Yes, why do you ask?”
“Because Hailey would love to fill him in on the details of her conquest of you, maybe send him a tape from the club webcams. Then she will seduce him and fuck his brains out, while you are rehabbing! It is what we alpha bitches love to do. Whip a rival, make them your bitch during the fight and then drive it home by fucking their man. Of course, if you beat her ass, she will not get that opportunity. Now are you motivated?”
“I am glad we had this conversation” replied Caitlyn
Tracey was smiling in the darkness as she was priming Caitlyn, pumping her up so she would want to fight Hailey. She dialed up a number on the Range Rover’s dash display for her phone. After several rings a woman answered.
“Yes Tracey, are you here?” asked the woman
“Five minutes out Carol, you know what to do” replied Tracey.
“Yes, I am on it” replied the woman, and she killed the connection.
“Who was that?” asked Caitlyn.
“My insurance broker” was the cryptic reply.

WEDNESDAY APRIL 10, 2017  8:45 PM
RIVER CITY FITNESS MIDLO CLUB

Melissa did her normal closing walk through of the club, but she made one detour at the end of her tour. The suite of offices in the front held one large “bullpen” of cubicles for the various trainers and instructors. The club transitioned from normal hours to overnight at 9:00 pm. Most of the instructors had left for the day, classes ending at 8:30 pm. Only cubicle was still occupied. Sally Walker was an aerobics and Tai Bo instructor, and Melissa’s occasional lover. Sally and Melissa would normally either hook up or say good bye just before closing. Sally was focused on her time sheets with her back to the bull pen entrance. Melissa quietly crept in and easing up behind her, grasped her neck in both hands and squeezed in a choke that was more playful than menacing.
“Oh,  baby you know how to make a girl hot!” was Sally’s response
“Melissa leaning over quietly whispers in Sally’s ear “Love, you don’t know just how hot it may get here tonight!”
Sally was a little confused as the two lovers normally would never do anything in the club, maintaining a professional image, their only workplace dalliance was the end of the day rendezvous in Sally’s office, and that was usually just a quick hug and kiss and setting up a real meeting off site.
“Here?” questioned Sally
“Listen, I may need you to hang out a while, we could see some trouble here tonight.” Replied Melissa.
“What kind of trouble, what are you talking about?” was the seated woman’s response.
“I have filled you in on our financial problems, you know that Livy is being forced to dilute her equity in the business and give up control to a group out of Charleston. Well we met the head bitch from Charleston today and she has already co-opted Caitlyn as her assistant and gopher. They met with Hailey to restructure the reporting lines, getting between Hailey and Livy. You can imagine the response from Hailey!”
“Yeah, I am surprised Hailey didn’t put Caitlyn in her place on the spot” replied Sally.
“She could only resist and argue with the Carter bitch from Charleston in the office. She is setting Caitlyn up tonight, offering to give her the complete files on the club at 9 this evening. What Hailey intends to do is bait Caitlyn into a fight, pound her into a submissive mess and force Carter to respond. Hailey thinks Carter will send Caitlyn alone, sort of a test of Caitlyn’s resolve and a test to see if we resist and to what level. You know Hailey, she wants to declare war. Hailey has been working herself up all afternoon over this, but I am concerned she has a blind spot with Carter. I am worried that both she and Caitlyn show tonight. Hailey will think she can take them both, well because she is Hailey. I have the book on Carter from my Charleston friends and she is bad fucking news. I think Carter knows what Hailey will do, she has instincts too, and I am concerned she wants Hailey to take them both on, she needs to get Hailey under control or out of the company!”
Sally, looking at Melissa, “Look, Hailey is tough and in great shape, but she is a brawler and an intimidator. Her fights have been with women here who only thought they were fighters. Caitlyn probably falls into that category, I do not see her as a fighter, but she will run your ass in the ground in an aerobics class. All that cardio training from her college soccer days, she is like the fucking ever-ready bunny! Hailey can probably out muscle her, but if this Carter babe is a badass fighter……”
Melissa replied “My sources say Tracey Carter is a hell on wheels bad ass bitch, in business and in a fight. She trained BJJ and judo and she can throw a punch. Most concerning, she fucking LIKES TO FIGHT!”
“BUT YOU LOVE TO FIGHT BABE. AND you are really good at it you are sooo fucking badass!”” replied Sally. The two lovers would hit lesbian clubs, and Sally would bait a girl and come on to her, allowing Melissa to setup a confrontation with the unsuspecting victim. Melissa would challenge the woman to a fight and if she accepted, setup a time and place. Sally was basically Melissa’s submissive and loved to watch her lover fight and dominate another woman. Melissa loved the fact that this drove Sally crazy, she was normally soaking wet after watching Melissa dispatch and dominate an opponent. Melissa was a fighter, and she would appraise the women in a club, picking a target for Sally that looked like an easy conquest.
“Yes, and I think I can take this bitch one on one, trust me she is one hot babe, you will REALLY enjoy watching me kick her ass and yes I am getting turned on with the thought of dominating her and making her our play thing for an evening. But she has a height, weight and reach advantage, sooo….”
Sally looked at her lover, “So you may need some help this evening, like with that blonde amazon cheerleader from UVA last year?”
“Exactly. We may need to use a little tag team action to convince Ms. Carter to cooperate. Now who is working the front desk tonight?

[Ginny38]

Keep them coming. This is heating up nicely!!

[ralbright2010]

APRIL 10, 2017  8:45 PM
RIVER CITY FITNESS MIDLO CLUB
Tracey pulls her Range rover to the club entrance.
“Remember, let Hailey start this, and keep her at a distance, use those soccer kicking skills. Do not let her take you down where she can out muscle you.” Tracey instructed.
“I still believe she will just give me a verbal dressing down and refuse to cooperate. We will be out of here in 10 minutes. This will not be a physical confrontation, “ replied Caitlyn.
“Just be ready to text me if you get in over your head. And keep your eye on Melissa, I am more concerned about that bitch than Hailey. She looks like a badass who would just love to beat somebody to a pulp. Now go kick Hailey’s ass!” was Tracey’s response.

Sally was stationed in her office watching the feed from the club webcams. She could only do one screen at a time on her monitor so she was focused on the MAA studio, where Hailey was practicing her jabs and kicks on the heavy bag.  She watched Melissa enter the room and approach Hailey, who continued to beat the shit out of the bag until Mellissa interrupted.
“SO BOSS, HOW DO YOU WANT THIS TO GO DOWN?” screamed Melissa.
“Oh, hey, there you are. Just bring the little cxnt back here when she arrives, so she can see me in action, and get an idea of what is waiting for her. Maybe she will agree to just drop this and go home to mommy Carter. Otherwise, this will go down with Caitlyn going down on me before I am done. Then you can take her home to Sally for some group therapy,” replied Hailey, breathing heavily from her workout.
Melissa’s phone rings. “Hi Melissa, it is Carol at the front desk. I have Caitlyn Hunt here for Hailey.”
“I will be right up to meet her,” replied Melissa.
Carol, an ebony beauty, was dressed in a warmup suit with club logo on the left breast of her jacket. Caitlyn noticed the jacket, partially unzipped barely contained Carol’s impressive cleavage. She did appear to be a svelte woman of maybe 30  who looked at Caitlyn and stated; “Melissa will be right up to meet you Caitlyn.”
This was the first hint of real concern for the tall blonde. “I am here to see Hailey, not Melissa.”
“Melissa left instructions to be called upon your arrival so she could escort you.” Was the reply.
Melissa appeared from somewhere in the back of the club at this point. She was pleased, and relieved to see that the little twerp Caitlyn was alone. “Carol, please go ahead and lock up now,” instructed the redhead.
“But it is only 8:45, “ replied Carol.
“Just do it Carol!” replied Melissa in a stern voice.
Now Caitlyn’s alarm was rising by the second, “Where is Hailey? We were to meet in her office to go over the club records,” asked Caitlyn.
“Don’t know anything about that Caitlyn. She is the boss and she wanted to meet you in the club. I think she has something to show you,” replied Melissa with a smirk. They moved through the club past the weight rooms, the cardio area and the pool area to the suite set aside for MAA and boxing training. As they approached Caitlyn could her a staccato thumping from the room. Someone was giving the heavy bag a vigorous workout. As they entered the room, Caitlyn saw Hailey ripping lefts, rights, jabs and kicks into the  heavy bag, suspended from a frame work of steel bars. The bag was swaying with her attack and Caitlyn briefly thought the bag should beg for mercy. Hailey continued her assault on the bag, ignoring the two women as they entered the room. She was dressed in an electric blue sports bra and a pair of very short spandex electric blue shorts. The sheen of sweat on her toned body accented her impressive muscular development. Caitlyn could see the rippling muscle in Hailey’s back and the arms, which looked like pythons ready to encircle their prey. Caitlyn was beginning to understand exactly who Hailey viewed as prey. Hailey’s rapid fire attack kept the bag swaying and swinging on it’s support.
Melissa turned to Caitlyn with a smile that approached a sneer, “I told you she had something to show you, but not to worry, I believe this is only the beginning of the demonstration! I expect you will get just what you have been asking for….maybe more than you expect!”
At this time, Tracey was approaching the front of the club. She had made two phone calls, one to Tommy, letting him know she had business in Midlothian but expected to be home by midnight. She was not surprised to find the door locked, even at 8:55. I bet those bitches locked this as soon as they saw Caitlyn was alone. Should have left it open, now I definitely know they have some shit planned, she thought. Pulling out her card she tried the after-hours card reader but it failed to unlock the doors. It had worked at 4:45 am when she entered the club in town this morning. Tracey was now on full alert as she was sure that Hailey and Melissa were up to something. Then again Tracey thought, so am I, as she pulled her cell phone from her bag and called Carol.

[Chupa]

Fantastic work, loving this!

[ralbright2010]

WEDNESDAY APRIL 10, 2017 9:00 PM
RIVER CITY FITNESS MIDLOTHIAN
“Hailey’s Surprise!”

Hailey continues her assault on the heavy bag for another 3 minutes, ignoring both Melissa and Caitlyn. The club manager is covered in a sheen of sweat that accentuates her muscular development and adds to her overall aura of badass girl. She is wearing a pair of MMA type grappling gloves and her color is up from the exertion, contrasting with the electric blue . The overall effect is to give the impression of a very fit, very capable and very potent ….and dangerous individual. Hailey, even at 40 looks like she is ready to try out for Navy Seal school. She turns to look at Caitlyn and Melissa with a demure smile, icy not friendly.
“Well Caitlyn , what a surprise!”
“Why are you surprised, we had an appointment for 9 pm, here I am.” Replied Caitlyn.
“I am surprised you showed up without your mommy, Tracey Carter in tow to back you up.”
“I am here to pick up your club data, why would I need her for that?” Caitlyn asked, but she knew the answer. She could sense the tension and she was getting that boost, that stimulation she had discussed with Tracey earlier. She was suddenly imaging herself and Hailey entangled in each other on the floor, struggling to dominate each other.
“Oh Caity, really you cannot be that clueless. This is far more than just picking up a few useless documents. This is about who is in charge, who becomes the number two alpha bitch in this organization and Carter has set you up to challenge me for that role. Just sending you here for that purpose is a fucking insult to me both intellectually and physically. (VOICE RISING) Does Carter really think you my equal in any way? Do you believe you are my equal, my superior? (NOW SCREAMING) WELL CAITY I AM WAITING, I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW, SPEAK UP BITCH!”
“I am here to pick up a flash drive with the records, nothing more, nothing less,” Caitlyn replied surprising herself with her steely demeanor and composure. She had been subjected to intimidation tactics by soccer players and found that a calm determined approach was best.
Hailey returned to a level of composure almost instantly, “Well sure Caity, I have them right here,” as Hailey slid a flash drive from the right leg of her tight shorts, where it had been wedged between the spandex and her thigh muscles. “Certainly you can have them, all you need to do is come get them. You just need to be woman enough to come collect them” as she slides the flash drive into her spandex bra, snugly into her cleavage. Now you know where to find them, you just need to figure out how to get them. Let me give you a hint. There is the easy way and there is the hard way, a very hard way for you! Well don’t you want to know how? I will tell you anyway. The easy way, you get on your knees right this minute, and you politely ask; ’Please Hailey may I have the records I need to satisfy my Mistress Tracey Carter, please’. Be very polite, and I will allow you to leave with them. Of course you must trade for them and I believe Melissa and Sally have something in mind. They of course come behind me, after you have demonstrated your loyalty to me. After you have demonstrated your loyalty to my satisfaction, after I have been properly satisfied, I will leave the flash drive with Melissa, and she will let you have it……. Eventually. Or you can just come and get it, you know where it is, if you think you can. Tell you what, I will be up in the ring waiting for your decision, I know what I hope it will be because I have wanted to put you in your place ever since Livy hired you.!” With that Hailey turned and climbed up into the boxing ring, which occupied nearly half the MAA training room. “Well I am waiting bitch, don’t take long or I will come and get your ass!”
Caitlyn stared at the shorter woman and said, “Yes I am sure you are confident with Melissa here to back YOU up. I came alone. Don’t have the stones to face little old me alone?” Caitlyn surprised herself with that. She was unsure it was a wise move as Hailey turned an even darker shade of red and yelled “Melissa, get out of here, I have this. Caity and I have some very personal business to resolve. I may not leave you much to play with now!”
Melissa left, but she did not really go far, just outside where she used her smart phone to pick up the webcam feed from the MAA training room.
In the elevated reception office behind the reception desk, Tracey and Carol settled in front of the monitors to also observe the exchange between Hailey and Caitlyn. Carol leaning over a seated Tracey said, “Damn boss, I hope you get this deal done soon, I have been stuck with these crazy bitches for 8 months now. They are driving me nuts!”
“Carol, is there any other club team staff here now?” asked Tracey.
“Just Sally, she is pretty harmless, but she is Melissa’s squeeze.”
“Can we observe her on the webcams?” asked Tracey.
“She is in her cubicle in the bull pen, we can watch the hallway outside the bull pen, so we can see her leave on this screen here. And she is in there, I checked on her just after I let you in the club.” Replied the ebony beauty.
“Good, I knew I could count on you. We just need to keep an eye on her, especially if I have to get….. more involved.”
“Boss, she’s gotta’ get through me to get there, and that isn’t happening.

Caitlyn stripped off her jacket, dropping it on a weight bench, and climbed carefully into the ring, watching Hailey, who was now bouncing up and down doing her Meisha Tate imitation. Her i-phone was tucked into a small pouch in the right leg of her yoga pants. Hailey was still a dark red from her outburst and Caitlyn thinking to herself, what the fuck, in for a penny, in for a pound said, “Hailey, you can make it easy on yourself, Carter is taking control of the company, Livy can’t help you and after I kick your ass tonight, the bad news is I will not fire you. You are under contract, which I will not terminate, so I can make every day your own little personal hell. Get ready for every shit job available. Besides look at me and look at you. I am 26, young, photogenic and with an MBA from UVA, WHY DO YOU THINK Livy hired me bitch? I am the future, you are 40 and will start to show it soon, you are the past.” It only required a second to see if this taunt had her desired effect.
Hailey let out a primal scream, “Biiiiitch!” This as she charged Caitlyn with abandon. Caitlyn, neatly sidesteps to the left of her charge, and planting her left foot delivers a roundhouse like kick to the charging Hailey’s gut. Hailey literally flipped over Caitlyn’s leg and crashed to the ring floor on her back. The force of the collision had turned Caitlyn such that se faced Hailey and she considered Carters advice of closing and landing a roundhouse head kick to end this, but damn the bitch was fast as Hailey rolled over and away from Caitlyn and lifted herself into a crouch, much like a football lineman’s stance. Rather than gather herself however, Hailey was running on pure rage, and mounted another full-on charge. Caitlyn appeared to be repeating her dodge left right kick move, and Hailey thought, ’Not this time cxnt!’ planning to grasp Caitlyn’s leg and basically twist it until something broke. But while Caitlyn planted her left firmly, she never raised her right leg, instead twisting her torso and using that force to deliver a perfectly timed heel strike to the point of Hailey’s chin. Hailey’s head snapped back, and she saw stars….and the ceiling lights. But not for long, as she suddenly developed a searing pain in her scalp and suddenly realized,’The bitch is ripping my hair out!’.
In reality, Caitlyn with cool efficiency saw an opportunity and attacked the momentarily incapacitated Hailey by grabbing her hair, and pulling her head to the side exposing the shorter blonde’s left neck to a vicious chop with the side of her hand. Hailey yelped as she immediately felt new pain, not in her neck or scalp, but down her left shoulder and arm. Caitlyn, not wanting to risk a takedown, released her grip and opened some distance, but while Hailey was contemplating what was wrong with her left arm saw another opportunity to deliver a kick to the older woman’s right rib cage and then a quick kick to her right thigh before opening distance. Damn, thought Caitlyn, just like in business strategy, see a tactical opportunity, take it! But as they teach in class you make opportunities with strategy. She wanted Hailey hot, enraged and reacting. “Gee Granny, everybody is scared shitless of you, and I thought this was going to be a real fight. You wanted a piece of MEEE! WELL YOU GOT IT BITCH, COME ON GET SOME MORE I CAN’T WAIT!”
Hailey, still reacting and not thinking moves too close the distance and tackle the taller blonde, but Caitlyn delivers a snap kick into her rack, driving her back into the ropes and as she bounced off the ropes she saw Caitlyn’s elbow coming her way just before it smashed into her mouth, putting her back into the ropes for another bounce. This rebound set her up for a forearm to the throat.  Caitlyn continued her foot work backing away as Hailey fell while flailing away trying to grab some part of her foe. Instead she found the ring face first.
Melissa could not believe what she was watching, but then again this is what concerned her about Hailey and her overconfidence with a much younger and faster opponent. Hailey desperately needed to get the fight on the ground into a scratching ripping gouging catfight. But Caitlyn was too quick, and had surprising skills, and she was more aggressive, more vicious than either Melissa or Hailey believed. Maybe Caitlyn felt she was fighting for her life thought Melissa, but she definitely displayed a killer instinct, a level of aggression that was unanticipated. This was confirmed as Hailey, still trying to turn the fight scrambled to her hands and knees rapidly, before Caitlyn could mount her back. Caitlyn had other ideas however and wound up a soccer style kick to Hailey’s ribs, the same ribs she had attacked earlier. Hailey squealed out a cry of anguish as the momentum of the kick propelled her on her back.
 Tracey and Carol, watching from the front entrance cubicle were mesmerized. Carol had recommended Hailey try to co-opt Caitlyn into their mafia, as she had recognized the intense ambition of the young woman and believed it could be exploited by the Carter group. Neither had any idea that Caitlyn would be this aggressive or this effective in a fight. Tracey had no idea that 3 minutes into the fight Hailey would be on her back, gasping from air and bleeding from a split lip.
After Caitlyn had landed the devastating kick to Hailey’s ribs Carol exclaimed, “Way to go Caitlyn, put that bitch down for the count baby!”
Tracey and Carol couldn’t wait to see more. Melissa however, had seen quite enough.

[ralbright2010]

WEDNESDAY APRIL 10, 2017
RIVER CITY FITNESS MIDLOTHIAN CLUB
“MAYDAY, FUCKING MAYDAY”

The club MMA suite was located in the southwest corner of the building down a 40 foot corridor. On the right was the wall to an aerobics studio. On the left was a series of tanning rooms with tanning beds. Each end of the hall had a set of double fire doors, the wide openings designed to allow easy movement of equipment and crowds of members. The corridor opened to the main club area that held a variety of circuit weight machines and several areas equipped with the requisite treadmills, ellipticals and stairmaster type equipment. Melissa had locked the doors opening to the front club area, and left the doors to the MAA area open, allowing her to hear the events in the room. The event was planned as Hailey’s beatdown of Caitlyn, but was quickly becoming an ass kicking by Caitlyn. The MAA area, as with most of the club, had mirrors covering the walls, so approaching Caitlyn unannounced was an issue. However as in most fitness clubs, the mirrors stopped 3 feet from floor level. This allowed Melissa the opportunity to crawl the 20 feet or so to reach on edge of the ring. The sound of her movement was masqued by the events in the ring;
Hailey, the ribs on her right now on fire with pain, was gasping and struggling to scramble away from Caitlyn, before the blonde could unload another soccer kick into her mid-section. She would have groaned with pain, but tried to conceal her anguish by delivering a verbal assault on her hated foe,
“When I get my hands on you I will rip those fake tits off! (stopping to gasp and catch her breath). I will bald that head and your pussy you stuck up UVA bitch!” This was followed by a moan as the effort caused more pain to her rib cage.

Still convinced that a Hailey drunk on rage was her best opponent, Caitlyn now pressed her own verbal jousting, “Bold talk coming from a granny who now has a cracked rib. Yeah bitch I could feel it crack. Better give up now and get some medical help. There is a retirement home down next to the expressway, I am sure they can patch up an old pathetic hag like you! The tragedy is you will be in the emergency room while I fuck your man’s big cock. I hope he has a Viagra prescription, because he will need it, but then again maybe not for me, maybe he only needs it for you!”

Hailey was now nearly purple, with exertion and with anger. She had rolled into the far corner of the ring and using the ropes worked her way to her feet, gasping all the way, trying to suck in air. The thought of a punctured lung crossed her mind, but the thought of Caitlyn mounting Rick and riding his cock displaced her concern with renewed rage. She knew she probably had one shot to get the blonde bitch on the ground, where maybe she could do some damage. She was sure if she could just get to the bitch, do some damage, inflict some real pain, Caitlyn would fold and beg for peace. And after the last several minutes, her self-esteem, her soul needed to hurt that bitch, to hear her scream in pain just once. What a sweet sound that would be.  Hailey was beginning to form a strategy to pull Caitlyn close enough to take her down with a leg sweep, and hope she could fight through the pain and fatigue to mount the bitch. Until Caitlyn doused the flame of her rage with another declaration; “You know old woman, once your man has had his cock in my tight pussy, once he has tasted a young woman’s lush body again, it will never be the same for you. He will always think of me, he will eventually slip and moan my name as he cums in you!”
Hailey lost it, Caitlyn had pushed her button yet again, and the older woman tried to mount another charge, tried to wrap up the taller blonde in a tackle and take her to the canvas. But the pain in her ribs put a stitch in her charge, slowing her and the pain down her left arm and shoulder restricted movement there. Caitlyn gave up some distance and Hailey’s attempted tackle turned into a diving move with her right arm flailing at Caitlyn who once again side stepped the charge and as Hailey stumbled by her, delivered a kick to the inside of her left knee. This produced a scream from Hailey as she went down, her left leg collapsing. Hailey managed to get her hands out to avoid landing face first on the canvas, only then thinking that she was presenting her mid-section as a target for the soccer bitch yet again. She waited for the impact of the kick she knew was coming any second, the blow that would put her down and make her the bitch of this MBA from hell. One second , then two, the bitch must be savoring her soon to be assured victory.

Melissa used the ruckus of Hailey’s last charge to cover the last few feet of her journey and slide under the ropes into the ring where Caitlyn had her back to the redhead. Melissa used the powerful muscle in her shoulders and thighs to vault to her feet behind Caitlyn, who saw the reflection of her assailant just before Melissa landed an elbow smash just behind her right ear. The blow staggered Caitlyn to her left and she started to roll with it to turn and face the redhead. Melissa was still close and grabbed Caitlyn’s shoulders setting up a knee thrust to her pussy. Caitlyn, however, used a classic self-defense move, slipping her arms inside Melissa’s and lifting them in a rapid and forceful motion, deflecting the redhead’s grip.  She back pedaled to put some distance between herself and Melissa to force the redhead to come through her perimeter, where Caitlyn’s leg kicks would become an issue. However, a slowly recovering Hailey joined the battle by rolling her body into the back of Caitlyn’s legs, taking the tall blonde to the canvas in a jumble of arms and legs. Melissa did not waste the opportunity and pounced on Caitlyn grabbing two handfuls of her hair pulling the blonde off Hailey and into a sitting position, releasing one handful of hair and delivering a withering bitch slap to the blonde with her right. This was followed by another and then a third. Caitlyn was rattled by the intensity of the blows and was struggling to get her arms up in defense only to find that Hailey was now doggedly hanging on to both of her arms, setting her up for Melissa’s assault, which continued with slap after slap until Caitlyn’s face was reddened and her head ringing from the redhead’s abuse. Melissa used Caitlyn’s state of disorientation to attack her bra, ripping the garment down around her waist, and wasting no time grabbed a tit in each fist, squeezing until she got a scream of anguish from Caitlyn. She released them for a moment and staring at Caitlyn said, ‘No tears yet tough girl! Must be taking it too easy on you!” As she grabbed Caitlyn’s tits once more and made a fist with each hand producing another scream from the blonde. Caitlyn’s cries were like a tonic to Hailey who began yelling, “Rip them off, RIP THEM OFF, MAKE THE BITCH HURT, MAKE THE BITCH BLEED.”

This assault had tears rolling down Caitlyn’s face, and she was desperately trying to free her right arm to punch the send button on her phone. Carter had been right and she needed her now.
Tracey and Carol could not see Melissa as she crawled to the ring because of the webcam camera angles. Once the redhead entered the ring Tracey left her seat, “I knew these two bitches were up to something Carol. Well they just made my day! Keep a look out for the bitch in the office, if she makes a move you know what to do!” Tracey vaulted out of the cubicle and tore across the club floor, stripping her jacket off as she ran to the doors at the end of the corridor to the MAA suite.

Sally was in her office watching Melissa work over Caitlyn’s tits, instead of watching the club floor for any movement towards the MAA suite. She was actually day dreaming, reliving the fight that Melissa and the UVA cheerleader had nearly a year ago. The fight that left Melissa battered and bruised by the amazon who was strong as an ox (she was the girl who lifted the smaller cheerleaders into the pyramid formations) and flexible from her gymnastics work. Caitlyn reminded her of that amazon bitch, even if she was a good 4 inches shorter than the cheerleader. Sally had been so aroused by the pitched battle between her lover and the young cheerleader, she was nearly entranced reliving the event.

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Really enjoying this series, At some point can we get a side story onMi Melissa vs the cheerleader