Here's a commissioned story J. Coleman wrote for me.
Hair Pulling Hair Dressers
Short Story by J. Coleman
Kris and Betty were the newest employees at the salon where they both worked at hair dressers and being new, neither had an established clientele so they competed for walk-in customers. Since business was fairly slow, this competition quickly escalated into a full scale rivalry between the two women.
Both brunettes were in their mid-twenties but that was where any similarities ended. Kris was likeable, talkative, outgoing and playful while Betty was the quiet, brooding, complaining type who never put much effort into fitting in anywhere.
Kris was 5'6" tall and weighed around 125 pounds with a nice hourglass figure and slightly smaller than average sized breasts. She wore her long medium brown hair in a ponytail, but when it hung loose, it fell to the middle of her back.
Betty was 5'4" inches tall and outweighed Kris by a good 10 pounds or so, most of it in the breasts since she packed a pair of 37 "D" cup tits that she loved to flaunt in front of Kris, knowing that Kris' smallish breasts were an issue to her. Betty had a slight roundness to her body but was not what one would consider fat, just full. She had shoulder length brown curly hair that usually fell loose about her shoulders.
It had been a very slow afternoon in the salon and the five employees had too much time on their hands between random customers. Kris and Betty had been exchanging malicious jibes and insults all day long in their ongoing war and the other three women were about at their wit's end from the constant bickering and taunting between the two.
One of the other girls finally jokingly suggested that Betty and Kris take it out back and settle their differences woman to woman. Another girl then chimed in and added that the loser would then have to quit her job. The three women all laughed at the ridiculous suggestion but Kris and Betty did not.
"Fine, let's go," Betty challenged, casting the gauntlet.
Kris turned ashen at the bold challenge.
"Jesus, lighten up," the one co-worker said. "I was just joking for God's sake!"
"I'm not," Betty hissed, tight lipped and dead serious as she glared at Kris. "I've had it with your squeaky fucking Minnie Mouse cartoon voice and your prissy holier than thou attitude!"
"You're crazy!" Kris snapped, cocking her hands on her hips. "I'm not about to roll around in the dirt like some cheap whore fighting over a street corner!"
"You'd know all about that . . . I'm sure," Betty taunted as Kris' face showed the anger she felt toward the condescending woman.
"You're the one always shoving her fat ass tits in everyone's face!" Kris snarled through clenched teeth, her face flushed with pure anger.
"Tits you wish you had," Betty smiled, twisting the knife deeper as she cupped and lifted her heavy tits to show them to Kris.
"Slut!" Kris spat.
"Tramp!" Betty fired right back.
An awkward silent impasse then fell over the salon as the two women just glared at each other with hands arrogantly cocked on hips and ready to throw down right there in the shop.
"I'm going out back," Betty announced in a haughty voice. "Either come out there and fight me, or just quit and go running home in tears to mummy. I'm quite sure you'll choose the latter . . . bitch."
Kris was so mad she was shaking at Betty arrogantly stomped out the back door into the small grassy yard they used for breaks during nice weather. The yard had an eight foot high privacy fence around it and a picnic table near one end for lunch breaks. The sounds of nearby traffic and a few birds were the only sounds as Betty walked across the yard and sat on the top of the picnic table, watching the door to see if Kris would indeed accept her challenge.
Betty didn't have to wait long as the back door to the salon flew open and Kris came walking out with the three other women in tow. Kris was tight lipped and angry as she walked across the yard to the picnic table. Betty was dressed similarly to Kris save for a yellow tank top instead of a red one like Kris had on and she too wore sandals with heels along with her blue jeans. Kris's anger welled up within her as she traversed the distance between them, glaring at her rival.
"I'm impressed, I didn't think you had the stones," Betty said casually as if she didn't have a care in the world.
"I'm going to rip those sagging fucking tits right off your chest!" Kris snarled.
"I'd LOVE to see you try!" Betty spat back as she fired icy barbs at her rival with her eyes. Then she stood up and pushed her tits hard against Kris' to goad her. "Come on tramp, try and rip my tits off!"
"Remember that old saying about being careful what you wish for because it may just come true," Kris said in a threatening tone, her own eyes firing ominous glares back at Kris.
"Talk, talk talk," Betty taunted. "I didn't come here to be bored."
"Okay then, how about this?" Kris smiled and then lashed out with a vicious slap, the loud smacking sound reverberating around the closed in yard.
The slap left a stinging red hand print on Betty's face as she smiled, nodded, and rubbed her cheek. "I hope that wasn't your best shot, because if was, you're in serious trouble, bitch."
With that, the two women lunged at one another and the fight was on. Kris buried her left hand in Betty's hair that hung down around her shoulders. Angrily pulling the woman's hair, Kris wildly threw one slap after another at her opponent's face while raising a leg to try to knee her in the crotch.
Caught momentarily off-guard by the ferocity of Kris's initial offensive assault, Betty quickly regrouped and joined the battle with a few well timed, well aimed slaps of her own, grabbing a fistful of Kris's lighter brown hair in the process.
Looking much like two hockey players in an on ice battle of fisticuffs now, each girl clung to the other's hair while throwing a barrage of savage slaps that snapped their heads to the side with each impact. They grunted and panted as they battled around the yard.
Betty quickly turned nasty on Kris, stomping down with a heel on the girl's instep. Kris winced in pain as the hard, dangerous heel dug into the top of her foot through the thin leather straps of her sandals that afforded no protection whatsoever.
"Bitch!" Kris hissed as she pulled back to avoid the nasty foot stomps, slapping her rival's face even harder now, her long ponytail flying from side to side with each hard slap she launched.
Betty then released Kris's hair and grabbed the neckline of her red tank top. Pulling the garment slightly away from Kris's breasts, Betty began drilling hard punches into the girl's stomach, breasts, and rib cage.
Kris followed suit and a wild onslaught of slaps and punches to the bodies began as they struggled very close to the fence. Catching the site of the fence out of the corner of her eye, Kris dug her feet into the grass and drove Betty backwards into the fence.
The heavy wooden fence bent backwards slightly from the weight of both women as Kris pressed all her weight against Betty to pin her. Betty put her open palm against Kris's chin and pushed back while raining wild punches down on the top and side of the girl's head. The thinner girl dug both hands solidly into Betty's hair and began slamming the back of her head against the hard fence with resounding thuds.
"Ungh . . . ungh . . . ungh!" Betty grunted as she pushed and struggled against Kris's full body weight to get off the fence and to open ground where she could have some room to fight back.
With one intense, all-out effort, Betty finally pushed off the fence and the two women went reeling toward the center of the yard. Each girl clung tenaciously to the other's hair as they lost their balance and fell to the grass.
Their three excited co-workers looked on, each screaming and cheering for blood and boobs while rooting on Kris and not Betty.
Each quickly tried to throw a leg over the other to gain the upper hand as they wrestled side by side on the freshly mowed grass. There bodies were pressed tightly together now as they began rolling toward the other side of the yard, still clutching two handfuls of each other's hair.
There was little talk between the two save for the occasional "bitch", "cxnt", or "whore" as they grunted, panted, and stayed focused on the task at hand. Weeks of pent up jealousy and rivalry was now being vented as they tore at one another tooth and nail, each intent on totally destroying the other in every way possible.
Betty's fingernails, done in a shiny French manicure, were breaking as she groped and grabbed at anything she could get her hands on now, including Kris's breasts which were only protected by the thin fabric of her tank top.
As they finally rolled into the fence on the far side of the yard, their legs entwined and the focus now shifted to facial attacks as claws dug into cheeks and lips in a vicious exchange. Their leg muscles flexed and strained beneath the thin, tight blue denim jeans, their powerful thighs clamped together in a crushing mutual embrace.
Punches were now being randomly mixed in with the face scratching and hair pulling as they rolled one way and then back the other way, locking in a stalemate with neither being able to forcibly impose her will on the other or gain any significant advantage in their duel.
Finally Betty managed to get and hold the upper hand, pinning a writhing Kris on her back. The darker haired brunette broke the mutual leg lock and spread her legs wide apart to anchor her feet in the ground to make it harder for Kris to buck her or roll her off.
Kris was drilling hard, vicious punches into Betty's ribs from below while clawing at the girl's face with her other hand. Betty had one hand in Kris's hair and was now throwing punches at her face. Kris broke off the face clawing to block the incoming punches and while she deflected several, some still got through and did their measure of damage.
With Betty's legs still spread to maintain the rigid pin down, Kris seized the opportunity and rammed a knee hard up into her attacker's crotch. The surprise strike sent Betty flying forward face first, landing with her stomach on Kris's face. The quick witted Kris sunk her teeth into Betty's full slightly rounded stomach, biting right through the yellow top and into the tender flesh beneath.
"Aaaaagh!" Betty screamed out in agony as Kris clamped her teeth down and shook her head like a shark trying to tear a piece of flesh from the carcass of it's prey. A vicious punch from Betty to the side of Kris's head that landed solidly on the ear, finally broke off the biting attack as Betty rolled to her right into the grass and both fighters quickly scrambled back to their feet.
Glaring with pure rage at Betty, Kris brushed a few loose strands of hair back out of her face and straightened her top. Betty's hair was mussed and spiked in different directions from being pulled and tugged at almost constantly. Betty glared back at Kris as they both began circling and stalking each other like two big cats sizing each other up and looking for a weakness or an opening of some kind.
Betty faked several advances, each time pretending to lunge forward but then stopping before committing to the move. She was testing Kris's readiness and probing her defenses to see how she'd respond. Then it was Kris who lashed out, but with a hard kick to the side of Betty's left knee that buckled the joint and collapsed her to the knee on the grass. Kris quickly charged in, driving a knee toward the felled girl's face.
Betty ducked the vicious, potentially fight ending blow and then wrapped both arms around Kris's other leg, biting her on the calf right through the jeans which brought Kris to the ground with her. A mad scramble for position ensued with each fighter winding up with two huge fistfuls of the other's hair as they dragged one another back up to their feet.
Wildly punching now, the battle turned into a furious frenzy of windmill punches that staggered both buxom fighters and made their knees shaky. Crashing together in a standing breast to breast, sumo-like clinch, Betty wrapped her arms around Kris in a full bear hug. They struggled around the yard randomly groping and grabbing at one another as Kris fought to escape the bear hug that was seriously impeding her ability to fight. Finally wriggling free of the hold, Kris spun around and lunged at Betty again. They tore into one another in a wild exchange, their co-workers still urging them on.
The intensity of the fight had not waned a bit at this point and each girl fought like a tigress, refusing to give any ground to the other. They slapped, pulled hair, punched, pinched, kicked, and gouged from one side of the yard to the other without showing any signs of tiring, weakening, or losing the will to fight.
A light sheen of perspiration was now beginning form in their cleavage and on their brows as the wild pace of the struggle continued. Still dragging each other around by the hair now, they hit the picnic table and Betty fell atop the table on her back. Kris was standing at the end of the long wooden table and was bent over at the waist from the mutual hair pulling. She planted her feet solidly, expecting Betty to try to pull her down onto the table top with her but instead, Betty snaked her legs around Kris's waist in a full body scissors, locking her ankles behind Kris's back.
As Betty violently thrashed from side to side on her back, Kris struggled to keep her balance, caught in the spasms of Betty's thrashing and bucking. Kris's small breasts dangled dangerously beneath her bent over frame and Betty was quick to take advantage of that fact by digging all ten talons into the massive globes and squeezing as hard as she could, tearing off the girl's top in the process.
"eeeeiiiii!" Kris squealed as her face grimaced from the incredible pain.
Betty twisted, pulled, and gouged the bare tits until Kris stopped the savage breast attack with two well aimed punches to the brunette's face that puffed her left cheek with a nasty bruise.
Stunned and dazed by the hard punches, Betty's legs fell loose and Kris was free of the scissors. Stepping back, she grabbed the bottom of the pants legs of Betty's jeans and pulled her off the table. Betty's top snagged on a table top splinter, tearing the top completely off and leaving it stuck to the table as she was dragged off the picnic table and thudded to ground.
Still clinging to her opponents legs by the cuffs of her jeans, Kris spread the girl's legs and kicked her solidly in the cxnt bringing a loud "oomph" and gasp from Betty's painted lips. Betty ripped a leg free and began wildly kicking at Kris who stepped back several steps, dragging a writhing, kicking Betty with her on her back.
Betty finally pulled her other leg free and quickly struggled to her knees as Kris moved in for the kill. Betty grabbed at Kris's legs but the lighter haired brunette already had both hands in her victim's hair. Kris back peddled and dragged Betty along with her by the hair.
"Ow ow ow !" Betty cried out as she scrambled on her hands and knees to go in the direction Kris was dragging her to minimize the pain of the hair pulling. Kris's face was twisted into an angry mask as she brutally dragged her opponent around the yard, randomly stopping to kick at her. Betty lost both her shoes while fighting against the dragging motion and she knew she had to do something fast before one of Kris's kicks found her face and knocked her out.
With one quick burst of speed and energy, Betty rose up and launched herself toward Kris, wrapping both arms around the girl's thighs, just above the knees. As Kris continued to back up, Betty was now clinging to her legs which minimized the effect of the hair pulling slightly.
Kris then pulled one hand from Betty's hair and began throwing punches at the girl's face. Betty turned her head the other way to protect her face and reached upward, seeking a breast to attack. Her hand and fingernails found a bare breast and she clamped down on it with a vice-like grip that instantly got Kris's attention and broke off her rival's attack.
Kris quickly pulled back away from Betty and as the brunette's hand came off Kris's breast and slipped downward, she managed to catch several fingers in the waistband of the girl's jeans. Kris started kicking hard now at Betty who clung to the jeans to keep her enemy close enough to attack. Betty, still on her knees, was throwing wild punches at Kris' stomach and breasts while absorbing quite a few kicks in the rib cage and stomach.
Betty finally drilled a savage punch right into Kris's crotch, connecting right where the bottom of the "V" disappeared between her legs. Kris doubled over in pain and Betty instantly grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her rival back down to the ground with her.
A wild melee erupted then as the two sexy brawlers again snaked their legs together and began rolling around in the grass. In this clinch, however, there now seemed to be a sense of urgency as both fighters wanted to end the battle and finish off her rival. Both were now sweating heavily and were winded to the point of having difficulty taking in enough air. Their bodies were tired, bruised, and battered. Clumps of torn out hair littered the lawn along with lost shoes and divots of sod torn out from feet and heels digging into the grass for leverage.
Weak but still effective body punches were now landing with regularity as the hectic rolling and writhing on the ground continued. Hair pulling with at least one hand was almost constant as they each used their other hand to inflict as much pain and damage as they could.
Betty finally got the upper hand over her heavily winded opponent and wrestled into a full straddle position, sitting on her stomach. Betty threw several hard slaps at the brunette's face but Kris covered up with her forearms and absorbed the impact with no damage. Then Betty grabbed her rival around the throat with both hands and began to choke her savagely, lifting her upper body and slamming her repeatedly against the ground.
Kris gagged and choked, clawing furiously at the fingers tightened around her neck and throat. With her air supply now totally cut-off, Kris began to buck and thrash with wild abandon, bucking Kris off and to the side, breaking the choke hold finally.
Realizing now that the two women were lost in the frenzy of the fight and might seriously hurt one another, the spectators talked about breaking it up but finally just decided to let them slug it out.
Both women gingerly got to their knees, facing each other and trying to fill their lungs with precious oxygen. Their breasts heaved up and down rhythmically as they sucked in large gulps of air, wobbling and teetering on weak knees.
For the first time in the fight, Kris showed a look of fear on her face, probably stemming from the ruthless choke hold Betty had employed. Betty saw the fear and moved toward her quarry now, hoping to finish her off or have her quit the fight. Either would have okay with her at that point.
Kris rose up to meet the incoming attacker and fists flew wildly back and forth for several seconds. Hair flew horizontally as fist slammed into faces and heads, snapping them to the left and right with each new impact. Kris finally reached out and grabbed Betty's hair. Clutching the hair with both hands, Kris let out a loud grunt as she threw her adversary down to the ground on her back.
Instantly collapsing on top of Betty, Kris dug her claws into the girl's face as Betty grabbed at Kris's hair with both hands. Betty rolled to the left and put Kris on her back, slowly trying to crawl on top of her but Kris thwarted the attempt by raising a leg and pushing her away.
As Betty then tried to change positions, she left an opening and Kris dove toward her and wrapped her left arm around the brunette's neck in a headlock. Immediately rolling onto her own back, Kris dragged Betty with her and the brunette rolled over top of Kris and landed on the opposite side on her back, still in the grasp of the headlock.
Kris then began savagely mauling Betty's big tits. She grabbed, twisted, pulled, and clawed the mounds as Betty screamed and writhed in pain, still locked in the headlock that Kris tightened even more.
Then Kris broke off the tit mauling and began drilling punches into Betty's face with her free hand and each struck with authority, battering the girl into a state of near unconsciousness. Betty's arms finally went limp and her resistance ceased completely.
Kris took several more shots at her enemy's face before releasing her. Betty slowly rolled away, curling up into a fetal position and sobbing loudly. Kris slowly got to her feet with much difficulty and almost fell back down as her head spun and she couldn't focus her eyes momentarily.
Staggering to Betty, Kris put her foot on the girl's head and pushed. When there was no resistance and no response, she searched the yard for her shoes and then slowly and painfully accepted the cheering praises of her co-workers.
Betty then slowly sat up and brushed the hair out of her eyes, her heavy bare breasts heaving up and down with each breath and glistening from a light sheen of perspiration in the afternoon sun.
"Get your things packed up and get out!" Kris ordered.
Silently Betty nodded with downcast eyes as her four former co-workers laughed and headed back into the salon to celebrate Kris’s victory.
The end
