[linftr]

Wicked (Dawn) vs Linftr (Linda)

Linda, 62, 5’5, 165,
Dawn 52, 5’8, 170

Getting first class tickets in reserved seating to a Billy Joel concert, Dawn and Linda were thrilled.  It was an event both were looking forward to for a month.  The tall brunette’s (Dawn) group was seated just in front of the elegant redhead’s (Linda) and everyone was eagerly awaiting the show.  Linda was happily informing all of how hubby and she knew Billy and Christie back when, and was providing all the details of everything about them.  The party in front was attempting their own conversations but was almost drowned out by the noise behind them.  As the show started , everyone jumped up, including Dawn, and the taller brunettes head was directly in front of Linda’s line of sight.

Irritation grew, as the endless stream of comments flew from Linda, and the gyrating head of Dawn prevented Linda from seeing.  Both were distracted away from their  enjoyment, and they shared muttered remarks with their friends, and nasty glances to each other.  At the first intermission, the two ladies headed off for the semi- private ladies room, a perk of the high end tickets, and thankful for the break from each other.  As they entered moments apart, they almost hissed as they looked at each other.  They started to insist that the other refrain from their irritating behavior for the remainder of the concert.  The conversation did not go well, and the door was latched.  Loud noises were heard.

Things were going to be settled !

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[linftr]

I had arranged for such excellent seats for my hubby and myself  and two couples to see Billy Joel in one of his wonderful farewell  concerts.  It was especially wonderful because back in the eighties, we actually interacted with Billy and Christie.  Everyone would enjoy the event all the more with inside knowledge provided by myself.

Wearing a casual jean skirt and jacket (granted, the skirt was a little short) and a cute yellow top, I felt wonderful, hearing my heels as we neared our box.  I had my hair up, not wanting it to obscure my view, although it had those frilly wisps my husband loves.  The view was wonderful, and the wine was great.  The show was about to start, an evening to remember.

I was telling everyone about Billy’s background, when right in front of us, this group plunked themselves down.  How the heck did they get those seats!  Oh well, I said, and kept talking but then this tall woman, a bitch really, sat right in front of me, and as the show was about to start, she stood right in front of me!  I swear, her hair almost hit me!   I almost gagged on her perfume.  I even had to stop telling everyone about the history of the next two songs, the aroma was so strong.

The music was great, Billy was in terrific form, but every time things were starting to flow, SHE would stand up or gyrate.  This was not the way my perfect evening was going to wind up!
Fortunately, there was an early intermission, and I headed to the ladies room, getting there just as SHE entered. I slid in quickly and latched the door.  “I think we have some things to discuss” and checked her out as I tilted my head back.

[Wicked]

Scoring VIP tickets for the Billy Joel concert was something I've wanted for awhile, however having the seats in front of a redheaded bimbo and her friends I could have done without.  I was enjoying the concert when the bimbo behind me says something about my ratty ass hair, I ignore her ranting and make a comment of my own,  "I think Billy Joel has a run for his money with this redhead back here, she hasn't shut up and is loader than him without a mic" 
The first intermission comes and I'm glad to get away from the noise behind me, I walk into the ladies room and who is behind me but the bimbo. I'm in a leather skirt and a black lace top with black stockings and heels as I walk up to Linda, I hiss at her " Do you think you might be able to keep your big mouth shut for the remainder of the concert"
She utters some remark and the next thing I know the door is locked and we are in a heated exchange. One thing leads to another and all I think about is getting my hands in that red hair of hers.

[linftr]

I am outraged.  This Goth like grandma actually thinks I am detracting from the show!  She thinks I talk to much!  “well, bitch, if you thought I talked too much before, you have a lot of listening to do now!  First, you will have to stay seated  from now on, I don’t want to have that greasy mop in my face anymore.  If you agree now, I’ll let you enjoy the rest of the show.  God knows how you got those seats, but you don’t deserve them.”

“Do you understand?” and poke you right in your spongy boob for emphasis.  I hate having to look up at this trash, but she will understand her place when we are done with our ‘conversation’. “Just go tinkle, and maybe wash off that scent you are wearing, and perhaps we can enjoy the remainder of the night.”  Feeling quite smug with the way I have handled this.

[Wicked]

This redheaded bimbo has the nerve to say that I somehow got my seats in an unconventional way, that I don't deserve them, well that is just not going to fly with me.
She starts giving me orders like I'm some kind of a dog or servant, who the hell does she think she is?

I'm laughing as she pokes me in the chest, I stagger back a step looking down at her, listening to her rattle about washing and tinkling.
Stepping away from her I turn my back to her, brushing off the comment about my hair and perfume, I say "Well I think that can be arranged, but not in that order"
I turn back to her and say "You should be the one to go tinkle as you say, I don't want you pissing yourself when I rip that hair down out of it's hive"

Walking toward her I pull at the stringy flips she has at her temples, laughing again I say "It was such a pleasure to meet you here where we can have a bit of privacy to iron out this little problem we have"

[linftr]

Watching her carefully, not sure if she is high on anything other than cheap beer, I see her grubby fingers accenting her babble, and then I realize she is actually threatening me.  Her hand reaches towards me and yanks at my hair.  My eyes flare and I realize I have to teach this foul cxnt a lesson. Instead of yanking at her hair and scuffling around, I resolve to start and end this silliness.

“You press my patience too far” and I wing a slap up at her cheek with my right hand “and this is your reward” as my left hand zings up at the other cheek. I shuffle forward, getting ready to kick her where it counts as she reaches up in surprise.  I’ll have a glorious memory of the night after all.  “You stupid kinky haired brunette bitch,  I taught another one a lesson just a month or two ago”.

My conversion of words into actions has my heart pounding, as I hear noises outside  WHATS GOING ON IN THERE?

[Wicked]

That got her temperature boiling, just a little tug at the hair and it was on.
We hear voices from the door "Whats going on, Open the door"

My interest is peaked, what a fun evening this has turned out to be after a rough start.  I feel the sting of her slap on my cheeks, I reach up and return the favor giving her a slap across the mouth as I say " maybe you just need a lesson on how to act in public you redheaded whore" , "I can care less who or what you did a month or two ago".

She goes to kick my mound of pleasure but I am too quick and I sidestep to the right grabbing her leg in mid air.  Laughing I say " Didn't think that one through did ya now" as I push her pale white trash leg to the left, catching her off balance she stumbles to stay on her feet. Using the stall door to catch her balance she straightens and fires some more trash from her mouth. I walk up to her and grab a hold of her jacket as she pulls away ripping it from her shoulder. "Cheap clothes for the cheap whore, how was it that you scored such great seats"?
Loud yelling and pounding coming from the closed door

[linftr]

A moment after my hugely satisfying slaps to this slut’s face, I feel my lips whacked!  Walloped by her in mid threat, I gasp, and launch my fight ‘ending’ kick too late.  I gasp again, as my grabbed leg confirms that I was too slow, and my skirt is too short, as my hands drop to cover my own thong clad crotch before I tumble off.  My jacket half ripped off is almost a small price to pay to be back on my feet, but am now in a corner of the two stall room, breathing hard and spitting venom at her.

DAWN, ARE YOU OK?  So that's her name, I would have expected it to be greasy Gertie.

Shrugging off my torn jacket before it ensnares me, leaving me in my thin yellow top, I am furious.  She is sneering at me, she wrecked my jacket, my lips are puffy, she is just fucking evil.  I instinctively flip my hair back, even though it is still up, and pad towards her, recovering my voice and letting her know the different ways she is going to pay.  My hips wriggling like a cat about to pounce, I test my footing on the tile floor and lunge, seeking to ram her into the counter right in front of the sink.  Even though my heels skitter once, I’ll pin her there like a bug!  That bitch will be in worse shape than my jacket!

[Wicked]

Wow feisty little thing righted herself cleanly, I guess she has done this a time or two. Both of us staring at each other I can see the gleam in her eyes, what is she up to now.
I hear someone outside ask if I'm ok, shit now she has my name, I call out "Yeah all good, not sure about this redhead though" the next sounds are from her group
"Linda everything ok, I knew we should have gone together" So Linda is it....... good to know.

She takes the jacket off answers her group and hisses at me" Now you will pay Bitch"
Lunging at me she looses a heel, stays balanced and I move too late and my back slams into the counter. I'm pinned by this old cow, her head at my shoulder her arms swing around me.  I wrap my arms around her and squeeze trying to get her to back off, nothing happens she is a tough broad. I grab that red hair I wanted my hands in earlier and pull it free from it's hive like arrangement. This damn skirt has me unable to move much, I wrap my right leg around this whores left and see the stunned look in her eyes. She was expecting me to submit I guess, "well Linda this is a fine mess you've gotten into" I say as I pull on those red tresses of hers. Kicking off my heels to get better footing I try to turn, nope not happening so I tighten my hold on her leg and wait for her next move.

[linftr]

Owwwwww, I actually shriek as I feel my hair hauled and yanked, hopefully I hurt her ear drums!  I rock my torso back, and bang it forward again, mashing her back against the edge of the counter.  "How does that feel, Dawn" I hiss her name as if I was a snake.  My leg tied up by hers, I bang my body onto hers again, and start slithering up the bitch, one hand grabbing her hair and pulling her neck back, the other squeezing on her remarkably spongy breast.  That nasty lace thing she has on isn't holding up well, as my pinching is already tattering it.

I can feel my denim skirt shifting on her leather, stupid bitch having that thing impeding her legs.  I suppose wearing my short skirt was smart after all, as I can climb aboard this weathered whore.  Admitting to myself that she is surprising as a scrapper, I finally have her under control, and looking in the mirror, I can see that except for my hair, which looks like a helicopter hit it, I'm still in good shape.  Too bad the edge of the counter is so rounded, or she would really be howling.  The people outside are carefully listening for signs of how the fight is proceeding, and I let them all know "Old Dawn is where she is supposed to be!"

[Wicked]

This old hag is pounding me into this counter time and time again, I need to get her off me. My top is in shreds from her mauling at my breasts, I still have a leg wrapped around hers but this leather is turning out to be a problem. "Owwww you fucking cxnt" as she pulls my head back with a fist of hair. I can't believe this bitch is trying to straddle me.  She pulls back to slam me into the counter again and I lean forward with her causing her to stumble back a step, this is the time for me to get the upper hand. I reach back and unzip my skirt so I have more movement,  unwrap my leg from hers and let it fall to the floor.
"NOW YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT BITCH"
Standing with a torn lace top and no skirt she looks me over thinking she has me now, I can see it in her eyes. What she doesn't realize is now I have full movement and I don't plan on losing this fight. I move toward her and grab at her fine yellow shirt and tear it from her, if my clothes are rags now so will hers be. I grab a handful of breast that feels more like loose flesh and and pull her back to me, using my other arm to hold her in front of me and away from that damn counter.

[linftr]

I heard her groan, my pounding her on that hard counter hurt the big slut.  She is so desperate, that she took her skirt off to ‘manuever’ ,as if pigs could fly.  Now that I have her measure, it is my turn to sneer, her flabby tit with red marks from my pinches, (she should have worn a bra, actually, I should have too).

We slide off the counter, her top in shreds, and her reduced to panties and stockings, when she snatches at my blouse and it rips, it not only rips, it rips off entirely.  My head swivels, glancing down, stunned at being topless, except for my necklace, and seeing my boobs wobbling around, until she grabs one.  “You fucking filth”I bellow and as I try to bang her against the counter, I realize she is fending me off with one hand as she molests my tit with the other.

“You’re not the only one who can rip” and I tear that lacey thing right off of her, leaving her as topless as myself.  Standing in front of her, I start to slap, aiming at her boobs with a wind milling barrage, backing her up against that painful counter.  I see her floppers turning red, as I lower my head to butt her back into the cold marble.

[Wicked]

Ohhh this filthy fucking bitch has pushed me back toward the counter. My back is bruised from it already, I have no intention of being slammed back into it again. Linda's has the schoolgirl tactic going right now, windmilling my breasts, I have to say it is effective each slap sends a sting to my tits, but I see right through her. I see her lower her head to spear me back into the counter, I wait till the last possible moment and when she reaches me I grab her head in a headlock while I maul at her breast with the other.
I hear her squeal as she is caught in an awkward position, I pinch and pull at her so called breasts(mounds of loose flesh if you ask me) I remember the sting of the slaps to mine as I continue my punishment to hers.

The crowd outside the door seems to be getting larger, I hear the people betting on the outcome.

The only thing I'm concerned with is taking care of this white trash whore, she has met her match with me, I don't intend to go down without a good long fight.

[linftr]

My palms are landing on her tits, she is giving ground, my thighs are straining to keep her pinned, and I keep churning forward to plan till   Huh?!  My head clamped is into her sweaty side ?!   And then my dangling breast is being yanked around.  Where the fuck did she go, am momentarily befuddled?

I am staring at the countertop, feeling my loose breast swing into it as I stomp my feet and try to back up, then chug forward, testing my ‘bounds’ . I can’t even get my teeth on anything, and I swear I feel a snicker running through this bitch’s body.  My skirt is riding up, I can’t stay in this position, and I yelp again when she works her nails into my tit.  Grimacing, but at least no one can see it, I drop my hand to her crotch and grab her panties, and tug up hard.  I feel them slice in, helped by the dampness down there.  I am surprised, that unlike me, she has no pubes.  Too bad for her, nothing to protect that snatch!

No longer backing away, I lean into you, while my other hand tries to break the headlock.  Hissing into your flabby flank, I swear I’ll saw you in half.  My buns are doing a jig ,as I try to hitch you over towards the corner where the wall meets the counter.   The mob outside hears the commotions and thuds and can only guess what is happening.

[Wicked]

So my little schoolgirl is throwing a tantrum, go figure an old lady acting like a teenager, stomping her feet and whining. I guess she bit off a little more than she could chew this time.

"What the hell you fucking bitch" as she grabs my panties and pulls up digging into my lovely mound, "Oh you are going to pay dearly for that little stunt " you redheaded stepchild.

I feel your momentum trying to push me towards the wall, I wrap my left leg around your right and stop you from pushing forward hoping this will stop the attack on my pussy. I increase the pressure to the headlock as I feel the burn from my crotch. Scratching at your breast I leave that task, reaching behind you to rip your panties up returning the favor and grab hold of those red strands below.

The crowd hears all the scuffling and grunting and the bets keep coming in