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STORY: Friends At The Office

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STORY: Friends At The Office
« on: July 29, 2016, 08:10:12 PM »
One of my older stories, enjoy, -halhow3




   FRIENDS AT THE OFFICE
   ---------------------


   With a sigh of relief, Carol pushed her chair  away from the
   computer.  Leaning back, she reached up  and ran her fingers
   through her wavy, black hair.  At  34 and a mother of three,
   Carol still had a trim waist,  killer legs,  and a  dazzling
   almost innocent smile.

   "Almost done", she said as she turned to face her companion.
        "All we have to do now is backup the  project  files to disk
   and we can go home."

   "Great", Stacy replied as she sat back and crossed her long,
   shapely  legs.   "It's  almost  8 now, Ed is going to have a
   cow."

   Stacy reached  down and  unconciously  smoothed the lines in
   her tight black skirt.   At thirty,  she had long,  straight
   black hair, a full bosum, and  an  almost doll-like face.  A
   face   that   concealed  a  somewhat  less  than   doll-like
   personality.

   "Let him", Carol smirked.  "It wouldn't hurt your husband to
   cook  his  own  dinner  for  a  change, mine does it all the
   time."
   
   "You  know  what  big babies men can be sometimes.  Besides,
   your husband,  Tom,  is a sweetheart.  Somedays I swear that
   if I didn't  fuck him,  feed him, and dress him, Ed wouldn't
   even make it out the door in the morning."

   Carol  gave  Stacy  a questioning glance.  "Mornings too uh?
   My, my he is a little spoiled."

   "Hey",  Stacy  grinned  as  she brushed her long, black hair
   back  out of her face, "what can I say, if you got it use it
   and I got him so......I use him..."

   "You are too much sometimes", Carol laughed.

   Taking  a  sip  of  her  coffee, Carol turned and popped the
   first  blank  disk into the floppy drive.  Two clicks of the
   mouse later and the backup was off.  As she turned back, she
   reached  down  with  one  hand  and tugged at the hem of her
   short, beige, skirt where  it was trying to ride up over her
   full and curving thighs.

   Stacy  picked  up  a  folder  and  glanced  through it for a
   moment,  before leaning forward to drop it back on the desk.
   As usual, the buttons on her  white silk  blouse, came close
   to bursting, as the garment strained to contain her swelling
   chest.

   "Its been a long four months", she continued.

   "Four months of Hell, I would say", Carol replied.

   "I'm just glad its over."

   "Almost  over", Carol nodded,  "but not quite, and it hasn't
   been all bad.   After all  you and  I are friends now and we
   hardly knew each other before this project started."

   "True",  Stacy agreed.   "I had seen you around the building
   a lot,  but I never  thought  they  would  assign us to work
   together."   Looking  down  into  her coffee with dark brown
   eyes, she continued, "I didn't know how it was going to work
   out at first."

   "What do you mean", Carol asked?

   "You know,  its just  that you  and I both  have aggressive,
   take-charge personalities.   I'm  surprised  we got along so
   well together. It  could have just as easily ended up on the
        floor with wild hairpulling and tangled thighs."

   "You have  too good of  an imagination",  Carol chuckled, as
   she picked  a piece of lint off the front of her white satin
   blouse. "Besides I'm not that much of a bitch, am I?"

   "Well....let's  just  say  you can be a little too...firm...
   sometimes."

   "Well when you don't have a set of double D's, you sometimes
   have  to shout a  little louder to get the men's attention",
   Carol replied.  "Anyway  its  just  as well,  it didn't come
   down to that."

   Behind her, the computer chimed once and Carol turned to pop
   out the first disk, before slipping in second one.   Another
   mouse click, and the computer went back to humming to itself
   again.

   "Why do you say, that", Stacy asked,  "you  mean  because we
   ended up such good friends?"

   Smiling  over  her shoulder,  Carol  winked  and said, "It's
   because I'd have kicked your ass up and down the hall."

   "Uh?  What?  What do you mean by that?"

   "Nothing.  I'm just saying that if you and I had gotten into
   a catfight, I'd have won."

   "Well I don't think that's  necessarily so",  Stacy  replied
   with a little edge in her voice.   "I'm in pretty good shape
   I'll have you know."

   "I'm sorry Stacy dear, but big tits  don't win a catfight",
   Carol replied.

   "How would you know", Stacy snapped back.

   Turning  in her  chair, Carol  stared at Stacy,  their eyes
   meeting and locking briefly.

   "I think we're going to  need a couple of more disks, could
   you fetch them from the supply cabinet", Carol asked?

   "Sure...", Stacy  replied as  she stood up  and smoothed out
        her black skirt.  Turning she left.

   "Bitch", Carol muttered under her breath as  she turned back
   to the computer.

   A few minutes later,  Stacy  returned  and dropped the loose
   stack of disks on the  desk  beside her.  Carol  jumped  and
   said, "You scared me, I didn't hear you come in."

   "Good",  Stacy replied as she stalked away with her hands on
   her hips.

   Turning in her chair,  Carol looked up at her  and said, "Do
   you have a problem?"

   "Yes I do", Carol replied quickly.  "I don't  much like  the
   idea that you think you can kick my ass anytime you'd like."

   Standing up,  Carol walked over to her and said, "Hey forget
   it OK.  I'm sorry I even said anything. I didn't realize you
   were going to be so sensitive about it.   Let's just pretend
   I never said a thing and finish so we can leave."

   Carol turned to walk back to the computer, when suddenly she
   felt a little...shove.

   "Hey!  Stop  that!  What's  the  matter  with  you  anyway?"

   "Nothing's wrong with  me, what's  wrong  with you"...Shove!

   "Quit pushing me damn it!"

   "Oh, who's going to make me stop",....Shove...."you?"

   "Look", Carol replied in a  suddenly low and serious  voice.
   "I've put up  with your  little Miss Bimbo  routine for four
   `months,  and  I  just  let it pass, but if you touch me one
        more time, its over for you dear, do you understand."

   "Let me see", Stacy replied as she tucked one hand under her
   chin.  "Touch you one more time, you mean like this."

   Reaching out, Stacy, slapped Carol HARD across the face.

   Stumbling back,  Carol fell against  the desk and raised one
   hand to her quickly  reddening  cheek.   A look of disbelief
   flashed  across her face and was  quickly replaced by one of
   burning anger.

   Standing up, she took two steps  over to  Stacy  and slapped
   her back, HARD.  Stacy fell back a couple of steps  and then
   with  an angry glare stepped right back again.   Carol moved
   to meet her and   suddenly  they   were  chest to chest, and
   in  each  other's  faces,  breasts  pressing against breasts
   through  the thin fabric of their blouses, as they glared at
   each other nearly nose to nose.

   "You're  going  to  be  sorry you  every messed with me, you
   fucking bitch", Carol  whispered  as she stared into Stacy's
   eyes.

   "Oh  yeah,  well  we'll  just  see  about that won't we, you
   stupid whore.   That is if you have the nerve to do anything
   about it.  Or  are you  going  to go  running  home to hubby
   dear?"

   "You  wanted a catfight",  Carol continued,  "well good news
   Bitch, you've found one."

   "Fine", Stacy replied as she stared back,  pushing her chest
   hard  into  her  rival's.   "Just  say  where  and  when you
        flat-titted, little cxnt!"

   Forcing her own breasts back into Stacy's ample chest, Carol
   replied, "how about right here and right now!"

   "You'd  like  to  rip  this  new silk blouse right off of me
   wouldn't you, well just forget that Honey."

   "OK then,  why don't you  just  take it off", Carol sneered,
   "As a matter of fact why don't we both take all of it off."

   Stepping back,  Carol glared at her and said, "I'll meet you
   in  the  back  storage hall,  in 15 minutes,  in nothing but
   my panties, if you're woman enough to do the same."

   "I'm more woman than you can handle",  Stacy  replied,  "and
   your  going  to learn that tonight."   As she started toward
   the door,  Stacy turned  back and said,  "what do you say to
   a little side bet Carol dear, just between friends?"

   "Like what", Carol asked,  as she  stood there with her hands
   on her hips.

   "Loser eats pussy", Stacy replied with a little smile.

   "Fine by me", Carol snapped, "I hope you're hungry Slut!"

   "In your dreams,  Bitch",  Stacy said  as  she  stalked  out,
   slamming the door behind her.

        Carol  paced back  and forth  across the  office, after Stacy
   left,  her lips  pressed  tightly  together  in a  thin white
   line.  Finally  she  struck  out  with  her foot, kicking the
   waste basket completely across the room.

        "That Bitch!   That no  good fucking, slack-faced Whore!  I'm
   going to kill her, that's what I'm going to do, I'm just going
   to kill her!"

        Calming down slightly, Carol brushed the hair back out of her
   face and sat down.   After taking  several deep breaths,  she
   managed to calm down slightly.   Reaching out,  she picked up
   the phone and began to dial.

        "Hello."

        "Hello honey it's me."

        "Yes, I'm still at work."

        "Well  something's  come up  and I think it's going to take a
   little longer to finish than I planned."

        "Oh, don't worry.  Just go ahead without me and I'll get home
   as soon as I can."

        "Love you too.  Catch you later, bye."

        Hanging up the phone,  Carol took one look around the office,
        before  turning  out the lights  and locking  the door behind
        her.  It was late and all the other offices were empty as she
        made her way toward the back of the building.

        When the building was first contructed, business was booming,
   and the  company planned  to add an extension  to the back of
   structure in the near future. Accordingly, they built a long,
   doorless, hallway that ran down the entire length of the back
   of the new office.   Unfortunately,  business took a downturn
   and the extension was never built.   As time passed, the long
   hall turned  into a storage area,  where broken equipment and
   boxes of old papers were stacked up and forgotten. Eventually
   the corridor became so unsightly that the company built doors
   on either end of it to hide the clutter.

        Almost   no   one  ever  came  to  the  hallway,  except   to
   occasionally retrieve some half lost piece of hardware.  This
   made  the  hall  an  ideal  spot  for lovers looking to add a
   little spice to their lunch menu.  It also made the hallway a
        nice, out of the way spot, where two women  with a  grudge to
   settle could meet and rip each other's hair  out without fear
   of being interrupted.  Everyone in the company knew about the
   hall, but no one ever said anything about its "special" uses.
   It was a well kept if very public secret.

        Now  as Carol  made her way  to the hall door, she could feel
   the tension and excite starting to build inside of her.  This
   wasn't  the first  time she  had come here, and she suspected
   that it wouldn't be Stacy's first time either.

        Pausing at the door, she glanced  quickly up the main hallway
   and then  reaching down,  opened the door and quietly slipped
   inside.

   Closing the door behind her, Carol paused a minute to let her
   eyes  adjust to  the dim lighting.   Large crates and sagging
   boxes loomed up on either side of her.   After a few minutes,
   she left the door and began to moved deeper into the hall.

   Over the years,  the aging flourscents  had died one  by one,
   until  only a few  flickering tubes  remained.   Their insect
   buzz  filled  the  shadowy  hallway.   Moving  around a shelf
   bulging with dusty ringbinders, Carol paused near a discarded
   card  punch  machine.   Leaning  against  the rusty  antique,
        she reached down and slipped off her high heels. Standing now
   in her stocking feet, she reached up and began to slowly undo
   the  buttons  on  her  white silk blouse.   Her red lacquered
   nails undid every button and with a small shrug,  she slipped
   it  off  her  shoulders  and  dropped  it  into a nearby box.
   Reaching behind herself now,  she unsnapped the  clasp of her
   white lace  bra and slid it down  her arms,  freeing her pale
   breasts. Dropping the bra, she ran her hands under her boobs,
   lifting them up and then gently letting them slip down again.
   Not bad for a mother of three she thought to herself.

   As the cool,  musty air of  the hall touched her bare nipples
   they began to harden.   Reaching back  again, she  opened the
   zipper on her beige skirt.  Pushing down with both hands, she
   forced the  skirt over her  wide hips and  let it drop to the
   floor. Finally, bending over, she began to roll her pantyhose
   down and over her hips and thighs  until she could reach down
   and pull it off the ends of her toes, one leg at a time.

   Standing  now,  in  nothing,  but  brief  white  panties, she
   quickly gathered up her clothing and dropped it into the box.
   Straightening, she brushed her hair back and then removed the
   small gold chain from around her neck and the the three bands
   of her wedding ring.   Dropping  these into  the box as well,
   she pulled the lid partly closed  and  then  turned  to  face
   down the darkened hallway.  Taking a deep breath, she resumed
   her walk down the corridor.

   Making her way slowly around old,  dusty,  equipment and over
   badly  placed boxes,  she paused from time to time to  listen
   for  any  sound that might give her opponent's position away.
   With the shedding of her work clothes,  Carol felt  as though
   she had left her inhibitions behind with them.  Nearly naked,
   she crept up the  hallway,  her heart  racing and  the  blood
   pounding  in  her  ears  like  a wardrum as she advanced into
   battle...
   
   Coming in through the other doorway,  Stacy  closed it behind
   herself and tip-toed  down the hall.  Stopping behind a large
   shipping  crate,  she looked  carefully up  the hall,  before
   beginning  to  open  the front of her white silk blouse.  The
   buttons  parted  easily under  her black  enameled nails, and
   Stacy slipped out of the blouse and dropped it.  Reaching for
   the  center  clasp  on  her weary bra, she  popped it and her
   large  breasts,  nearly  exploded from their tight restraint.
   Unzipping her  skirt, she  let it  drop and  kicked it aside,
   along with her high, black heels.  Leaning back, she began to
   roll her pantyhose down,  until she was  able to kick free of
   them.   Standing now,  in nothing  but a pair  of small black
   panties, she stood still,  listening for the slightest noise.
   She could feel her  small,  dark, nipples  beginning to crust
   in  excitement  and  anticipation  of  the  coming  catfight.
   Carefully,  she began to move up  the hallway,  darting  from
   box to box as she advanced slowly...

   As Carol  moved deeper  and deeper  into the  hall, the boxes
   became  older  and more numerous.   Sometimes she had to turn
   sideways  and  wiggle to get  between  the stacks  of leaning
   junk,  her  rounded  butt  squirming  as she struggled to get
   through.  As she moved, she would pause from time to time and
   glance upward.  Several years ago,  a girl in  accounting had
   gotten her assed kicked soundly,  when her rival, a girl from
   sales, had leaped on her from a position on top of one of the
   crates.  That isn't going to happen to me Carol mused. Slowly
   she continued onward, looking for any sign of her foe...

   Stacy,  continued forward.   Moving and stopping,  moving and
   stopping as she worked her way farther up  the dirty hallway.
   You'd think this stuff was a hundred years old, Stacy thought
   to herself  as she crouched behind a  box and strained to see
   any  movement  in the dim light.   Standing  again, she moved
   forward another box as she hunted her once  friend now turned
   enemy in the dark and musty hallway...

   Carol stopped for a moment and  stared.  Had she seen a flash
   of bare skin somewhere ahead?  It was impossible  to tell for
   sure.   Moving forward again, she arched her back and slipped
   past a box of old magnetic tapes.   There  was a  small break
   in the clutter  ahead of her  and Carol guessed that she must
   be somewhere near the center of the hall.   As she started to
   move  forward  again,  Stacy  came  sliding  around an wooden
   crate, not 10 feet from where she stood.

   Both  women  froze,  shocked  momentarily by the suddeness of
   their encounter.  Neither had seen  the other nude before and
   both took a moment to look the other over fully for the first
   time.

   Carol stood posed, one leg  slightly ahead of the other.  Her
   wavy, black  hair fell past firm shoulders, leading to small,
   perk breasts. Her slightly rounded belly rose above wide hips
   and muscular legs.  the result  of hours spent running on the
   home treadmill.   Slowly her bright blue eyes,  wandered over
   her rival's exposed features.

   Stacy  faced her,  with hands on her hips.   Long,  straight,
   black, hair  fell past  a doll-like face.  Her large breasts,
   hung low, above a  hard stomach and  generous hips.  Her legs
   were long and shapely, a lovely package, with a heart of ice.

   Neither of them said a word,  the talking was over, they were
   here to FIGHT!

   Carol  took  two quick steps and lunged for her rival.  Stacy
   ran  to  meet  her  and  they  slammed  into each other HARD.
   Clinching body to body,  they grabbed for  each other's  hair
   and stumbled  backwards, locked  in  battle.  Two  half-naked
   women  fighting  each  other  chest  to chest in the dark and
   dusty hallway.

   Tearing  at each other furiously,  pulling  hair and cursing,
   they jerked each other back and forth across the floor.  Eyes   
   flashing with rage, each struggled  to throw the other to the
   torn and dirty carpetting  as they  bounced off old boxes and
   worn out crates.

        Thrusting  with  her  powerful  legs,  Carol   pushed   Stacy
        backwards,  forcing  her  up  against one of the large wooden
        crates.   Pinning her against the rough wood, she slammed her
        chest  into  her rival's,  driving  the  breath  from Stacy's
        aching  lungs.   Stacy arched  her back,  driving  her larger
        boobs back into Carol's chest, and  the two girls,  struggled
        tit to tit as they leaned against the wildly tottering box.


        Dropping  her  hands to  Stacy's shoulders, Carol took half a
        step back and quickly drove her  knee up and into her rival's
        soft belly.  With an agonizing moan, Stacy doubled up.  Carol
        leaned in and trapped her rival's head under her right arm as
        she drove her  knee upwards  again, this  time  smashing hard
        into Stacy's tangling breasts. Stumbling back from the crate,
        Carol held her grip on Stacy's  head while  trying to keep on
        her feet.

        Stacy  reached up and  wrapped her arms around Carol's waist.
        Pushing  hard now,  she shook  her blue-eyed rival  left  and
        right,  then  drove  her  backwards  into  the  nearest wall,
        planting  her shoulder  deep into  Carol's stomach.  As Carol
        gasped in pain, her grip weakened and  Stacy was able to slip
        down and away to freedom.

        Standing  up  straight  once  again,  Stacy  quickly  threw a
        stinging slap that spun Carol half around before Stacy pushed
        her back into the wall.   Pinning her with one arm across the
        throat,  Stacy  reached  in  low  and  seized  one of Carol's
        jiggling breasts.   Pinching the stiff, pink,  nipple between
        thumb and forefinger,  Stacy gave it a hard,  vicious  twist.
        Carol,  screamed in  pain and  thrashed against  the wall  as
        Stacy grinned and continue to work  the nipple back and forth
        between her fingers.

        Drawing a deep breath, Carol turned and unleased a hard right
        fist, striking  the hazel-eyed  brunette in  the side  of the
        head.  Stacy  stumbled backwards  and fell, flat on her back,
        legs spread wide.  With a animal snarl, Carol stepped forward
        and kicked her twice, before dropping on top of her.  The two
        quickly turned into a kicking, thrashing tangle of naked arms
        and bare  legs, fighting and  squirming  its way  across  the
        floor.

        Body to body,  the two rivals  rolled over  and  around  each
        other.  Slick with sweat,  they slipped  in and out  of  each
        other's grasp as they battled for position.   Twisting around
        behind her cursing rival,  Stacy  threw her long  legs around
        Carol's waist and belly.   Locking her  ankles  together, she
        quickly squeezed her smooth thighs around her enemy's middle.
        Carol gasped in  pain and rolled  onto her back,  pushing  at
        Stacy's legs  with the palms  of her hands  as she  tried  to
        squirm free.

        Planting her heels in the carpetting,  Carol arched her back,
        twisting  left and then  right as she strove  to work her way
        out from between  Stacy's crushing legs.  Sweat trickled down
        her chest and between her quivering breasts she she struggled
        to slip free.

        Collapsing  back onto  the floor, she turned  slightly to one
        side and glared at her enemy with a look of pure hatred.  Her
        left hand  thrust out,  quick as a striking snake,  her  long
        nails aimming for Stacy's fat right boob.

        Anticipating this move,  Stacy grabbed her  left wrist before
        Carol's nails could find their  mark and then her right wrist
        when  Carol tried  with it as well.   Holding both hands now,
        Stacy  continued  to punish  her rival,  squeezing  her  legs
        together, harder  and harder as Carol  winced in and squirmed
        in pain.  Lying almost side by side on the filthy carpet, the
        two women panted for  breath as  they  struggled against each
        other.

        Pushing out with her legs, Carol  rolled Stacy onto her back.
        Forcing her legs straight now,  she  tried to arch up off the
        floor and  break  Stacy's grip.  Stacy  continued to keep her
        legs locked tightly  around  her  foe.   Plastered  chest  to
        sweating chest, the two rivals  glared at each  other  in the
        dim  light,  their  teeth  bared  in  white  lines  of anger.
        Twisting  down at  the waist,  Carol  slipped  her head lower
        until she  managed  to  fasten  her  mouth  on one of Stacy's
        hard, protruding nipples.  Taking the tit in her teeth, Carol
        bit down until she felt the taste of blood.    Stacy screamed
        like a steam whistle and quickly released her grip on Carol's
        waist as she forced Carol's head back  and threw  her to  the
        side.   Scrambling  to her feet, she quickly unleased a solid
        kick, right on Carol's ass, before  backing up,  cradling her
        throbbing breast.

   Rolling  away from the kick,  Carol rose to her feet as well,
   the  two  fighters  stared at  each  other  angrily  as  both
   struggled  to  recover  their breath after the wild tangle on
   the floor.
 
   Curling  her  fingers  into  claws,  Carol leaned forward and
   raked  her  right  hand down Stacy's already bleeding breast.
   Stacy howled as the red enameled nails,  bite into her tender
   flesh.   Screaming  in pain and anger, she lashed back with a
   wild right  hand strucking  Carol in the face, just below the
   left  eye.   Carol  fell  back  and Stacy followed her, nails
   slashing for her rival's face.

   Bumping into the wall behind her, Carol  ducked under Stacy's
   clawing right hand.  Dropping  to one knee,  she wrapped  her
   arms around her enemy's  narrow waist  and twisted,  slamming
   Stacy  into  the  plaster  board.   Grunting from the impact,
   Stacy grabbed her rival's hair with  both hands and drove one
   knee up and into Carol's right breast.   With a scream, Carol
   fell backwards, clutching her injured boob.

   Flat  on her  back, Carol scooted backwards across the floor,
   pushing  with  her  hands  and  feet  as  Stacy followed her,
   leaning over  low as she looked for a opportunity to sink her
   nails  into her  fallen opponent.   Fetching up against a low
   box,  Carol was suddenly  trapped  as Stacy stepped over her,
   reaching  down to claw  at her  face  and chest.   Desparate,
   Carol  curled  up and  planted one foot in the pit of Stacy's
   stomach.   With  a  brutal  shove,  she  drove  the  brunette
   backwards, to land flat on her ass, several feet away.

   Getting  to  her  knees,  Carol  began  to crawl towards her.
   Stacy sat up and began crawling to meet her.   Grabbing  each
   other  they fell  back to the floor.  Wrapping their powerful
   legs over and around each other, as they  clutched each other
   and began biting and scratching.

        Body to body, there was no escape as Carol wound  her shapely
   thighs around one of Stacy's and  locking her ankles began to
   pour on the pressure.  Stacy grunted in pain and responded by
   locking her ankles in turn and squeezing back.   Leg  muscles
   trembling with effort, the two  women struggled to crush each
   other.  Locked  below  the  waist  in  desparate battle, they
   scratched  and punched  at  each  other  as  they squirmed in
   mutual embrace.

        Jerking  Stacy  closer,  Carol  drove in fist into the bottom
        of  her  rival's  left  boob.   Stacy uttered a sharp cry and
        reaching out, dug her claws into Carol's left boob until skin
   curled beneath her nails. Carol rocked back, trying to escape
   as  she  scratched  Stacy's  hand  until  she  released   the
   throbbing breast.  Sweat  running  down their bodies, the two
   girls  continued  their  savage fight, as they writhed on the
   floor, locked in battle.

        Straining  every harder  against Carol's crushing legs, Stacy
   threw  a punch at  Carol's face, only to miss.  Carol in turn
   drove a thumbnail  deep into Stacy's  navel, twisting it back
   and forth until Stacy grabbed her wrist and pulled it away.

        With a grunt and a heave,  Stacy rolled  Carol over on to her
   back, pinning her to the musty carpetting.   Fighting to stay
   on top  of her  bucking,  twisting  rival,  she  unlocked her
   ankles and let her leg slip free.  This allowed Carol to curl
   up, throwing her legs around Stacy's slim waist.  Busy trying
        to hold Carol down, Stacy failed to realize the danger, until
   Carol's leg locked around her with sudden, killing pressure.

        Stacy's  beautiful  face,  contorted in pain as Carol crushed
   her  between  bulging  thighs.   Dropping  flat on top of her
   enemy, Stacy gasped for breath and then slowly raised herself
        up again, before dropping HARD  onto her rival a second time.
   Carol's  grip  weakened a little  and Stacy  lifted up again,
        intent on pounding her foe right through the floor.   As  she
        came up, Carol's head darted forward and her teeth  once more
        latched firmly onto one of Stacy's firm,  round tits.  With a
   scream of pain, Stacy dropped back to the floor,  rolling off
   of Carol  as she tried to snatch her attacker's  head away by
   the hair.  Failing,  she threw a hard punch  to Carol's  face
   that rattled her and allowed Stacy to break the vicious hold.

        Breaking, the two battling women  rolled away from each other
   and sat up,  each gasping  for breath  as they glared at each
   other from only a few feet apart.

        Carol reached up and gingerly touched the  dark swelling spot
   growing under her left eye.

        "I'm going to have a black eye tommorrow.  A black  eye,  you
   motherfucking Bitch!  I'm going to have to hurt you for that,
   yes indeed, I'm going to hurt you bad."

        "Oh yeah!  Well you bit me on the breast not once,  but twice,
   you fucking lesbo cxnt!  When I'm done with you, your going to
        have to learn to piss out a tube."

        "If I was a gay, I think I could do a lot  better Honey,  than
   that worn out, overused cxnt of yours", Carol sneered.

        "Is that so?  What's the problem, little Miss  Homemaker never
   got FUCKED before?"

        "I've got three kids you, cocksucking, little tramp.  Where do
   you think I got them Parcel Post?"

        "Well I hope you enjoyed it dear, because  when I get my nails
   in that  little  honey box  of yours I'm  going  to scratch it
   right OFF!"

        "You think so",  Carol  replied,  "well that might be a little
   difficult with these  panties on.   Maybe you  want me to take
   them off.  Maybe  you  should  take  yours off, that is if you
   ....DARE!"

        Stacy glared at her rival, her eyes large and round and angry.

        "You dare  me do you,  you fucking  DARE me?  OK  little  Miss
   Ass-Kisser, let's just get serious why don't we."

        Reaching down,  Stacy slipped her  fingers under the waistband
   of her panties and in one smooth motion pushed  them down  and
   off.

        "You do  that so well,  you must get a lot of practice", Carol
   sneered as she slide her  panties over her  hips and down past
   her knees to the floor.

   Both women took a moment to  stare at each other.   Both had a
   lush, dark, tangle of pubic hair between their legs.   Neither
   was a stranger to either sex or combat.

   Rolling  to her  knees  Carol  climbed to her  feet and  Stacy
   quickly did the same.  Naked now and covered in sweat like two
   animals in some primordial jungle,  the women began  to  stalk
   each other again in the narrow hall.

   Circling  slowly in  the dim light,  each crouched  low, nails
   held out  and ready to  slash and rend the other  at the first
   opportunity.

   With a hiss, Carol made the first move, lunging in she slashed
   at Stacy's  face with her right hand,  while her left  make  a
   raking attack toward Stacy's now exposed crotch.

   Stacy  ducked Carol's  clawed right  hand and  twisted  to the
   right.   Leaning back,  she let Carol  stumble  past and  then
   raked her nails across Carol's unprotected belly.

   Carol howled and turned, falling back against one of the walls
   as she looked down, to see the bleeding red marks,  etched  on
   her tummy.

   Stacy leaped for her and  Carol stepped left and away, pausing
   only long enough to grab a handful  of hair and use it to help
   Stacy's face smash into the wall.

        Stepping back, she waited for  Stacy to turn  and then  buried
   her nails in Stacy's heaving breasts.   Stacy sreamed as Carol
   back-pedalled, dragging her rival after her,  by her stretched
   and bleeding boobs.

        Tearing  Carol's hands  away  from her aching  breasts,  Stacy
   slashed at her face,  dragging  her nails  down  Carol's  left
   cheek.

        With a banshee scream, Carol dropped into a crouch and wrapped
   both arms around  Stacy's thighs,  forcing her enemy backwards
   on to  the floor.   Swarming up,  she slapped  the  struggling
   brunette's arms aside and drove one  clawed hand deep  between
   Stacy's kicking thighs.

        As Stacy  screeched  and struggled to  sit up, Carol's  nails,
   plowed  though  the  dense  tangle  of  pubic hair  and buried
   themselves  in Stacy's tender pussy  meat.  Clawing  viciously
   she shouted with joy as her nails ravaged her rival's delicate
   vaginal lips.

        Reaching up,  Stacy seized Carol by  the shoulders and roughly
   threw her flat  on her back.  Twisting out  of her grip, Stacy
   leaned in and seized a thick patch of Carol's pubic fur.  With
   a grim cry,  she jerked  back  savagely,  ripping out  a  huge
   handful of coarse black hair as Carol convulsed on the floor.

        Rolling away,  Carol got to her knees,  just in time for Stacy
   to throw herself upon her.   Clinching tightly,  they  fell to
   the floor, fighting it out.  Bouncing off a nearby crate, they
   careened back into the middle of the carpet,  just in time for
        Carol to slip behind her rival.   Reaching up, she slipped her
   right arm firmly around Stacy's delicate throat.  Grabbing her
   own right wrist with her left hand,  Carol tightened her grip,
   cutting off Stacy's breath in one sudden crush.

        Frightened at last, Stacy tried desparately to pry Carol's arm
        free from her neck.  Carol leaned back and threw her long legs
   around Stacy's body trapping her firmly in  Carol's grasp.

        The two  women lay on  the carpet  now, both  on their  sides.
   Stacy squirmed and twisted, gasping  for each breath  as Carol
   grimly choked her from behind, pressing harder and harder.

        Moving in small circles,  the two women lay  locked  together,
   like two lovers after a long evening of sex play,  except that
   one was now doing her best to choke the other to death.

        Stacy's struggles became weaker and  weaker as her face turned
   first a bright  shade of red and then finally  a dark and ugly
   purple.  Eyes bulging and tongue hanging from her mouth, Stacy
   battled  hopelessly to  draw even  one more  breath  as  Carol
   gritted her teeth and kept pouring on the pressure.

        Finally it was over.   Stacy stopped struggling and Carol held
   on to her  vicious  grip a few  more  seconds  before  finally
        loosening up and  allowing her now  unconcious rival to draw a
   sharp and painful breath.

        Rolling Stacy onto her  back, Carol  climbed onto  her  chest,
   straddling her.   Head hanging down with the hair covering her
   face,  Carol  took a moment to  catch  her own  breath  before
   squatting on  Stacy's flabby boobs,  pinning her  arms to  the
   floor beneath her knees.

        Looking down at her beaten rival, Carol took a deep breath and
   then slapped  Stacy HARD,  across the face.   Stacy moaned and
   Carol  slapped  her again,  once, twice,  before  Stacy's eyes
   finally fluttered open.

        Confusion was quickly  replaced  by  fear and  Stacy  squirmed
   beneath her, but it was far to late to escape.

        "Get off of me", she wailed. "You've won, alright, you've won.
   Get off of me and leave me in alone...damn it."

        "I don't  think so  little girl", Carol sneered into her face.
        "You and I have a bet...remember?"

        Stacy looked lost for a moment and then her eyes suddenly went
   round and she lunged upwards, trying to unseat her enemy.

        "I don't think so",  Carol laughed,  as Stacy  struggled under
   her.   "A bet  is a bet  girl and  you are going to pay off...
   NOW!"

        Slowly Carol  began to work forward,  the dark triangle of her
   furry bush moving closer and closer to Stacy's face.

        "Stop!  I'll bite it, I swear I will", Stacy cried.

        "Oh yeah", Carol replied.

        Reaching  back she  placed her  nails between  Carol's sweaty
   thighs.   With a little  twist,  she plunged her nails up and
   into Carol's damp vagina.

        "You bite  me Honey  and Ed is going  to have  to find a  new
   place to stick it for a loooooong time."

        Moving forward again,  Carol's dark fur  began  to tickle the
   edge of Stacy's chin.   Stacy squeezed her eyes  shut and let
   out a high pitched whine from behind her tightly pressed lips.

        "Let this be a lesson to you Stacy dear", Carol purred. "Next
   time don't make a bet you can't afford to lose."

        Reaching down with her left hand,  Carol wrapped  her fingers
   in Stacy's  hair and  pulled her  face up and firmly into the
   wet tangle of her own sex.

        "Do it!  Do it now before I get  bored and  claw the shit out
   of you just for the amusement."

        Just  as Carol  was  certain  Stacy  would  do  nothing,  she
   suddenly felt  the warm, pink, tip of  Stacy's tongue forcing
   its ways slowly through her pubic hair.  Deeper and deeper it
   pushed until it reached her vaginal lips  and began to make a
   trail  upwards ending  against the  hard throbbing  button of
   Carol's engorged clit.

        Carol let out a deep gasp.   Quietly  shocked at the depth of
   her own sudden arousal.


        "Yes.  Yes.  Do that again.  Do that again."

        Stacy's tongue began to make slow, delicate circles around Carol's
   clitorus. Each soft touch sent a tidal wave of sensation racing up
   her body.   Carol gasped again and pulled Stacy's head even deeper
   into her crotch, working her hips back and forth  grinding herself
   into her beaten rival's face.

        Stacy's tongue began to move faster and faster, even as it's owner
   struggled to breathe between Carol's sweat soaked thighs. Bouncing
   now, riding Stacy's  face like a favorite pony,  Carol groaned and
   arched her back,  breasts jutting  out as she  rapidly  approached
   climax.

        Another stroke, a long wet lingering slide, and suddenly Carol was
   swept away in a flood of pleasure almost bordering on pain. Crying
   out, she doubled over, squeezing  Stacy's head  between her thighs
        until Stacy passed out  once more from the pressure.   Carol never
   even noticed  as she struggled  to rise again though the  cloud of
   anger, lust, victory, and completion that dominated her.  Her body
   rocked, shaken to its very core and her hot female  juices spurted
   out to run down the face of her beaten and unconcious rival.

        Slowly Carol  came to herself  again and  struggled wearily to her
   feet.  Leaning against the nearest wall she gasped at the shock of
   the cold air on her sweat drenched skin.

        I'm going to have  to towel off before  I go home she  thought, or
   Tom  will think I've been  screwing  half the men in the building.
   Turning she took one moment to look down on Stacy's limp form.

        "Not quite the little beauty queen now are we Dear?"

        Without another backwards glance, she strolled back down the hall,
   in search of a certain box containing her clothes...

        Next Monday,  Carol was  walking down  the  north  hall  when  she
   spotted Stacy coming up the corridor.  Stacy spotted  her a moment
   later and hesitated just slightly before coming on again.

        Carol quickly looked around and  discovered that  the hallway, for
   the moment, was mostly empty. Walking on down, she waited till the
   last minute and then stepped in front of Stacy blocking her path.

        "Oh I'm sorry", Carol said with a smirk.   "Did I get in your way.
   How clumsy of me.   Well no big problem,  why don't you just shove
   me out of the way?"

        Keeping her head down and refusing to make eye contact Stacy said,
   "I've go work to do, just let be go by."

        "What's that dear", Carol asked?

        "I didn't hear  you to well.   Is  that  something  stuck  in your
   teeth?  A pubic hair perhaps?"

        Stacy looked up then, her eyes tightening with suppressed anger.

        "Let me by you damn Bitch.  You won...OK...its over now get out of
   my fucking way."

        Reaching out  Carol pushed Stacy  against the wall and then leaned
   into her pressing against her body to body.

        "Its not nearly over honey, not nearly.  From now on, we do things
   around here my way,  and if you don't like it,  we can always just
   take a little walk down  the hall again.   Do you want to go for a
   little walk?  We can go right now if you like."

        "No."

        "No what?"

        "No I don't want to fight you right now."

        "Good", Carol  smirked as she stepped back.   "You can go now, you
   have my permission."

        Turning  Stacy  almost  ran  down  the  hall  as  Carol's laughter
   followed after her.

        Turning  into her office,  Stacy slammed  the door  so  hard,  the
   pictures danced on the walls.

        That Bitch, that fucking bitch.  Stacy steamed as she  stamped her
   foot angrily.   She thinks this is over, but she's right, this has
   just started and there will be a...reckoning.

        Sitting  down, Stacy  got out  her nail  file.  Crossing her long,
   nylon clad legs,  she began to file her nails  to a point, ... one
   nail at a time.


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Re: STORY: Friends At The Office
« Reply #1 on: July 29, 2016, 08:45:41 PM »
Nothing beats a rematch.

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Re: STORY: Friends At The Office
« Reply #2 on: July 30, 2016, 10:00:01 AM »
Thanks for posting. I've always enjoyed your stories which capture the viciousness and eroticism of a catfighting perfectly. I especially enjoy the stories where they are fighting over the love of a man. I look forward to reading more.

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Re: STORY: Friends At The Office
« Reply #3 on: August 05, 2016, 02:21:01 AM »
very nice story.  Catwriter




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Re: STORY: Friends At The Office
« Reply #4 on: August 06, 2016, 01:17:01 AM »
appreciate ya coming back to tha forums bruh, and nice story appreciated the buildup
« Last Edit: August 06, 2016, 01:17:44 AM by deity17313 »
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Re: STORY: Friends At The Office
« Reply #5 on: August 06, 2016, 05:09:57 PM »
One of the classics! Thanks for writing!