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The other woman's name (at least the one she used in the Den) was Leonora. She removed the gown and stood in the light of the core. A light sheen of sweat coated her olive skin. Her toned, lithe body was striking, and Kiana felt a warmth between her legs as she gazed at her opponent. On another night, she would take this woman to bed. Tonight, that would not be the case. To keep things equal, Kiana removed her own clothing, so that the two women would fight naked. She noticed that Leonora's nails were long and pointed, and recognized that they would be formidable in the coming fight.
The fight began and the two lionesses circled one another. Leonora lunged forward and Kiana reacted quickly stepping to the side and slamming a fist into Leonora's ribs, knocking her to the ground. The younger woman quickly scrambled to her feet but was met with quick slashes from Kiana, her nails raking across her big chest, leaving tracks of red welts, trickling small droplets of blood. Leonora again leapt forward to strike, but she was inexperienced and impetuous and while Kiana could tell that she was athletic and strong, her enthusiasm was getting the better of her. The alpha deflected the tattooed woman's leading hand and jammed her claws up into the underside of her foe's enormous left breast, which was far bigger than a handful for Kiana, but the experienced woman dug her nails into the tender flesh and shoved her thumbnail into her areola, gripping tightly and yanking forward, causing the young woman to lose her balance again and lurch onto one knee. Immediately, Kiana grabbed her other breast and then twisted both violently, lifting up. Leonora grimaced in pain and whimpered for a moment, stifling the scream many would have let out, her body straighening up in an effort to relieve the pressure on her chest. For a fleeting moment, the young woman succumbed to her body's protective instinct and grabbed at Kiana's wrists trying to pry them off of her breasts, but then quickly changed tactics and jammed both of her hands between Kiana's legs and dug her razor sharp claws into the alpha's labia.
"How's that vagina feel?" growled the young woman through teeth gritted with pain.
Kiana's face darkened. "Oh, little girl, it hurts, but I like pain..." smirked Kiana. It did hurt though. The woman's nails had punctured her sensitive flesh in multiple places and the pain was more than she liked. Kiana drove her body forward, yanking on Leonora's breasts and driving her to her back, her legs pinned underneath her. She pressed her body down onto the other woman, grinding her pussy on her belly which made it difficult for Leonora to continue her counterattack. It also pinned the woman's hands for a moment and Kiana released her mauling grip on Leonora's tits and switched to punching them brutally. The pain was severe for Leonora and she winced as she was punished. Kiana switched as Leonora got her hands free and took one nipple between her fingers and reached back and grabbed Leonora's clit with the other hand and began to pinch and grind both tiny knobs of flesh.
"FUCK!" squawked Leonora as she grabbed Kiana's tits and instantly drew blood with her sharp nails. Kiana was unfazed though. She did like the pain and she knew that Leonora would become a worthy adversary some day but was simply too new and inexperienced. Kiana decided to end the fight. She twisted Leonora's clitoris so severely that the neofyte screamed in pain. She couldn't take it anymore--in fact no normal woman could.
"ALRIGHT! STOP! STOP! ENOUGH YOU WIN!" pleaded Leonora. And Kiana released her. She bent over and plunged her tongue into Leonora's mouth, and the young woman kissed her back passionately.
Their sweat made their bodies slick. Kiana broke the kiss and invited the young woman to a private area with Rolf. The three had a wonderful evening.
On Monday, Kelly was back at work. Her tits were a little sore, as was her pussy, but otherwise, she was feeling good. The secretarial supervisor came to her desk around midday and asked to speak with her in her office. She explained that they were transferring another secretary to Kelly's unit because the other woman had been disruptive in her previous unit and they were collecting an HR file on her to potentially dismiss her. Kelly was a senior secretary with an exemplary record and they thought if anyone could help the woman it would be Kelly and her two colleagues. The woman's name was Amy, and she had been with the firm just over a year. Kelly understood the assignment.
The secretarial supervisor brought Amy to meet Kelly later that afternoon. As soon as Kelly saw Amy, she stereotyped her into a group of young women that often sought out jobs like secretary in a law firm. Amy was very attractive with an excellent figure. Her clothes were a bit too tight and revealed a bit too much cleavage and leg. Her make up was heavy but done very well. Kelly shook her hand as they were introduced and immediately sense Amy's arrogance--she had been a queen bee in high school, had likely gone to community college and was now in the firm trolling for a husband or wife with potential. Kelly had seen so many like Amy come and go. Most were easy to get along with, but some, perhaps like Amy based on her history in the firm to this point, required some "correcting."
Amy is immediately disruptive. She is arrogant, over-confident, and dismissive of the other women. She tries to get snotty with Kelly and the senior secretary puts her in her place verbally in front of everyone. As with most nights, Kelly stays later than the other secretaries. Amy leaves with the first wave. As the office quiets down, Kelly hears the elevator ping as she is getting her bag together to leave. She hears the clack of heels on the marble floor of the hallway and looks up from her cubicle to see Amy standing in the doorway. She puts on a smile. "Hello Amy. How was your first day in the new pool?" she asks.
Amy is clearly tense. "I don't like the way you spoke to me earlier." she says clearly.
"I'm sorry you feel that way. You were being disrespectful to your colleagues, and I don't tolerate that in my pod. I am sure you will do better tomorrow."
"If you apologize in front of everyone, sure."
"Excuse me?" Kelly said, raising her eyebrows. This one really is full of herself, she thought.
"The only way this doesn't go south, is if you apologize for the way you spoke to me." Amy instructed again.
"You really are not aware that you are the problem here, are you?" Kelly asked, surprised.
"I think that you and the others are just a bit jealous of the fact that you middle-aged bitches are being upstaged by a young, hot woman, and as such, just like upstairs on 42 (referencing her prior team, Kelly's floor was 40), you guys are already making life difficult for me. "
"Amy, I don't give a fuck if you are Aphrodite herself. Here we have a job, and what you look like does not determine how well you go that job, so you can either do the job, or you can quit. If you aren't doing the job, or you are being nasty to the other women who are doing their job well, then we are going to have a problem."
"We already have a problem." Amy said.
"Then quit."
"Not gonna happen."
"Then do your job."
"I am, you are just treating me badly and making a hostile work environment."
Kelly shrugged. "Not doing this Amy, and I am leaving to go home to my family, so either go home and get your head on straight or go home and don't come back, I don't care. All of our conversations today have been very clear and straightforward, with the secretarial supervisor's endorsement. "
Amy stared at her. "You're really an arrogant bitch."
"Amy, I'm not making you stay. If you don't like working here, you can find another job. I'm going home now." And Kelly got up from her desk, grabbed her pocketbook and pushed past the young woman.
Kelly shook her head as she pressed the button to the elevator to go down to the parking garage. She heard the clacking of heels behind her as the elevator pinged and the door opened. Amy got on the elevator with her. It was 40 floors to the lobby and Kelly was parked on subfloor 3, so it was 43 floors down as the elevator started to move. Both women stared ahead and when the elevator hit floor 20. Amy reached forward and pulled the stop.
Kelly turned to her and said, "We're not doing this."
Amy smacked her open handed across the face. "You may not be, but I'm not going to get fired from this law firm and you're so biased against me already, I don't have a fair shake. I've been in my share of fights, Miss Priss, so you may want to back down now." she threatened.
Kelly's cheek was red from the smack and she was a little surprised. She did not engage. "We're not doing this." she reiterated.
"Oh, it will be easy, Kelly. Just apologize tomorrow and it will all be fine."
Kelly stood up and removed her glasses, placing them neatly in her pocketbook. She also pressed her phone to record. "Amy, I'm not going to fight with you. You were mistreating others and this behavior is inappropriate. Tomorrow, I will inform the supervisor that you are not a good fit for our team and let her determine next steps."
"Fuck you, Kelly. You and I both know if you tell the supervisor that, she will terminate me and I will be out on my ass. So you're going to do as I say, and apologize, or else..."
"Or else what?" Kelly asked.
"Or I'm going to fuck you up right here and now so that you can't come to work tomorrow and then I'm going to control the narrative."
"You're not going to touch me, Amy."
"Oh, I will. And you're such a pussy, you will be running for your supervisor so fast but I will say you started it."
Kelly shook her head. "Not fighting you." and she pushed the button to start the elevator. As she did, Amy slammed a punch into her gut and pulled the button out again.
Kelly groaned. The air had rushed from her lungs. "Not gonna, Amy. If you punch me again though, you will regret it."
The next punch was even harder, and right into Kelly's gut again. Her knees almost buckled. She snapped and launched into the young woman. The two women buried their hands in each other's hair, and began yanking each other wildly.
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