Private Party

[Ulli]

About ten years ago, a small, unofficial club of students formed at the university, holding an annual party. Shortly before the semester break, one of the infamous factory parties kicked off. The thrill was that the parties weren't official, but took place on an abandoned factory site. Furthermore, you could only get in with an invitation, which was sent out secretly. A simple, white card with the Anonymous logo was all that was slipped to potential partygoers. Sometimes there was also a small cross on it, indicating that the invitee was asked to bring an alcoholic beverage. There was also an unwritten rule that first-year students weren't allowed to be invited.

That evening, after her lecture, the 170cm tall blonde found one of these cards in her bag. She was delighted and got ready for the party. A quick shower, fresh sheets on the bed (who knew what might happen tonight), a shave, getting dressed, and then off to the discount store. She bought two bottles of vodka and then drove to the old factory. The entrance to the factory grounds was locked. Two sections of construction fencing were secured with a chain. A red-haired woman sat next to it, looking bored. She wore black cargo pants, a black T-shirt, and a black cap with the word "Security" on it. Damn. Something's gone wrong, she thought. When Michelle came to a stop in front of the gate, the security guard slowly approached her. A flashlight, an ID badge, and a walkie-talkie hung from her belt.
"Good evening," the redhead greeted Michelle. "Your card, please!" Michelle felt her heart race. Should she show her card now? She had no idea how things worked here.
"Card?" she asked innocently. "I don't have one!" she lied. "
Then you'll have to move along. This is a private event."
Now it dawned on Michelle. She had seen the redhead on campus recently. She rummaged in her handbag, then pulled out the anonymous card.
The redhead smiled. "You can park back there," she said, pointing to a space where several cars were already parked.
Michelle breathed a sigh of relief. She parked her car and went back to the gate. The redhead unlocked it, and Michelle went inside. It took her about five minutes to hear music, and she headed towards it. About fifty people had gathered in one of the old production halls. She recognized some from lectures and nodded to them. Others she didn't recognize at all. Two guys, probably IT students, were behind a laptop, playing the music. Two other students were mixing something behind an improvised counter.
"Hi, I'm Julia!" one of the two greeted her warmly. "You can give me the vodka! What would you like to drink?" "
Vodka." "
With orange juice?" "
No, just vodka!"
Someone called to her from behind.
"Just vodka? Are you Russian or something?"
Michelle turned around. The shout came from Agnes. From the first moment Michelle had met Agnes, she had disliked the dark-haired woman. And Agnes didn't think much of Michelle either.
"What's it to you!" Michelle reacted irritably.
Agnes raised her hands apologetically and walked slowly past the blonde with a smug smile
. "Bitch!" Michelle whispered and took a large swig from her glass.

A little later, Michelle spotted some guys she'd already had a few beers with. Frank, one of the guys, had caught her eye, but had rebuffed all her advances so far.
Too bad, she thought, you have no idea what you're missing!

The party was in full swing and the alcohol was flowing quickly. Michelle switched to beer. After all, she didn't want to wake up half-dead in the hospital tomorrow morning. She flirted with the guys, teased them, and tried again to get close to Frank.
"Michelle!" he began, "please stop!" "
Why not?"
"Because he's with me, sweetie!" a jealous voice croaked from behind. When Michelle turned around, Agnes was standing there. Anger
welled up inside her. What did such a cute little guy want with her? Should she provoke Agnes now? But then she'd surely upset Frank even more.
A small voice spoke up in her head. It whispered, "Do it, you know what you want, and she wants it too!"
Michelle considered it. If she gave in now, the adrenaline rush would be over, and if she sought a confrontation, it would be over with Frank. On the other hand, she'd also experienced that men found it quite erotic and amusing when two women argued. She couldn't think about it much longer, or she'd lose credibility.
Agnes beat her to it
. "I thought so!" she said dismissively and gave Frank a deep, passionate kiss.
"I'm glad you got one too!" she snapped.
Agnes let go of her boyfriend and turned to the blonde. She was a good 10 cm taller, stood directly opposite her, and glared at her. Neither of them was willing to look away. The tension between the two women was so intense that an arc of electricity could have jumped at any moment.
"Unlike others, I don't sleep with just anyone!"
"Hey girls!" Frank and his buddies chimed in. "No fighting, we all want to party in peace!"
The women were still staring at each other.
"Agnes, please don't do it tonight!" Frank pleaded.
"Why? Don't I have the right to protect you? You'd do the same, honey!"
Agnes smiled. Then she leaned forward slightly and whispered something to Michelle.
"Don't get in my way!" "I'll get you, little one!" She tapped Michelle's forehead with her index finger and gave her a shove, then formed her fingers into a pistol and left.
Michelle's blood boiled. She desperately wanted to challenge Agnes right there and then, to punch her in the face. But she controlled herself. She wondered if Agnes had meant it. Would the dark-haired woman really be willing to fight for her boyfriend? Or was it just empty talk? Around 1:00 a.m., the party was abruptly interrupted. One of the two DJs announced that the "security" had been exposed and the police were now inspecting the premises. Immediately, everyone dropped everything and fled in different directions. Michelle remembered from her time as a "Grip Girl" that the best place to hide was in the old administration building. Illegal street races had used to take place there, but they'd all ended without serious incident. One of the ground-floor windows had a broken lock and was easy to push open.
She quickly made her way there. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Agnes saying goodbye to her boyfriend and sneaking off in the opposite direction. As fast as she could, she darted through the hall, then turned left towards the emergency exit. In the background, she could already hear the police shouting. She stopped just before reaching the exit. Now came the tricky part. She had to cross the old parking lot to get to the administration building. She just hoped the police hadn't cordoned it off too. She mustered all her courage and jumped up.
At the same moment, she received a firm shove from behind and a sharp push against her ribs. This made her stumble forward and hit her head on the cold concrete wall.
"Have fun with it!" "The cops!" she heard Agnes shout gleefully as she flung open the door and leaped outside.
"Bitch!" she yelled after her. Her head was still throbbing. But there was no time to waste. If she didn't want to spend the rest of the night at the station, she had to get out of there. She pulled herself together again and then ran over to the administration building.
She noticed that the former entrance door hung crookedly on its hinges, leaving a gap. Good, she thought. Saves time, then I won't have to look for the window. Michelle sprinted across the square, then quickly through the door. She took the stairs in a flash, all the way up to the third floor. The first door on the left. It bounced off hard. Damn, it's locked. Then the second, the third. What a mess! Who locks doors when the building is being abandoned anyway?
Only the second-to-last door opened. She jumped in. And slammed it shut again. She leaned against the wall, listened, and took deep breaths. Two, three times. Her pulse and breathing calmed down. Outside in the courtyard, she heard voices. The blue lights of the police cars reflected in the rhythmic flickering on the walls. She couldn't understand the voices, but she didn't dare look out the window. She felt the adrenaline coursing through her veins, and it gave her an exhilarating feeling. At some point--Michelle couldn't say how long it had been--the flashing blue lights went out, then she heard the sound of engines, and a little later, there was complete silence. She waited a few more minutes, then ventured out of her hiding place. Cautiously, she looked out the window. The courtyard was empty, and there seemed to be no one left in the hall either. Apparently, the police had been content with simply breaking up the party. After all, no one had been hurt, and they were far enough away to avoid any noise complaints. The only charge the cops had was trespassing. From her studies, she knew that trespassing is only prosecuted upon complaint. That is, the owner of the property would have to file a report, and she doubted he would, just because of a few teenagers who had been looking for an unusual place to have a party.
Michelle left her hiding place. Once down in the courtyard, she paused again, just to be sure that everyone was really gone. No sound, no lights, no cars. The coast was clear. The blonde woman slung her handbag over her shoulder and headed straight for the entrance, completely unobtrusive. She pretended to be taking a shortcut through the factory grounds. Walking through the production hall, the very one where the party had been in full swing just hours before, she suddenly saw someone scurry past the makeshift bar. A few paper cups and bottles were still there. Then she saw the person. She cautiously looked in all directions, and when she was sure no one else was around, she filled one of the paper cups and drank, then another. Michelle stopped dead in her tracks. Adrenaline surged again, and her breathing quickened. She had sought shelter behind an old barrel to observe who was standing there.
When she could see who was standing there, her pulse quickened. A tingling sensation spread throughout her entire body. The feeling was electric. She could hardly describe it. It was a mixture of anticipation and fear. She took a determined step forward and called out to the person.
"A little private party or what?"
Agnes turned around in shock, almost dropping her cup. But when she realized who it was, her old courage returned
. "Oh, it's you! Too bad the cops didn't screw you!"
"If you're so into it, I can do it for you too, Blacky!" "But when I'm done with you, you'll crawl home like you've been bullied!"
Agnes narrowed her posture as well. She slowly approached Michelle and stopped just inches away. The two women stared provocatively into each other's eyes.
"Careful, Blondie, I just warned you not to get in my way," she reminded Michelle of their last conversation.
Michelle clenched her fists. The adrenaline surged through her body.
The blonde quickly glanced left and right. No one was in sight.
"Poor Agnes," she sighed sympathetically.
"What's that supposed to mean?" "
You were just lucky your master called you back!"
The implication that Agnes was merely Frank's lapdog infuriated her.
"Last chance, Michelle, don't push your luck! You apologize to me right now!" "
And if I don't?"
"Then you'll face the consequences!"
Michelle's adrenaline turned to anger and disappointment. She had hoped Agnes was more capable, but it seemed like almost always with women. They talked and talked. So she would just have to continue living with her fantasy of one day fighting a woman.
"Oh, face the consequences!" she mimicked Agnes.
"You know what, Agnes? Just get lost!" She took a half step back, then shoved the dark-haired woman hard in the chest with both hands and pushed her backward so she could walk past her.
Agnes stumbled, and the blonde walked past her.
"You asked for it!" Agnes commented. Just as Michelle passed her, she grabbed the young woman's blonde hair and pulled it back. Michelle cried out in surprise and pain. She staggered backward, and when she was level with Agnes, she felt the dark-haired woman's arm. Agnes had wound up and, with full force, slammed her arm across Michelle's chest. The blow intensified her already unsteady backward movement and sent Michelle tumbling roughly onto the hard floor. For a brief moment, she couldn't breathe, and pain spread throughout her body. Agnes stood before her, legs wide apart. She was breathing deeply and rapidly. Her chest rose and fell. Her face was red with excitement and exertion
. "Have you finally got it, you slut?"
Michelle scrambled to her feet. She couldn't suppress a smile. She stopped in front of Agnes and grinned at her
. "Oh, honey, you can't imagine how grateful I am that you did that!"
With pure delight, she punched Agnes in the stomach. The dark-haired woman doubled over.
Even as Agnes hung doubled over in front of Michelle, the blonde followed up. She gripped her hands tightly, then raised both arms above her head and brought her double fist crashing down on Michelle's back. The result was too satisfying. Agnes fell to her knees. The taller of the two women rolled onto her back, the pain in her stomach subsiding. A fatal mistake. The blonde slowly lowered herself to the ground and sat on her opponent in a schoolgirl pin. She pinned Agnes's arms and bent down very close to her.
"You're nothing, Agnes! And now I'm leaving. If you give me any more of that crap, I swear I'll really mess you up! Got it?"
Michelle stood up, leaving Agnes lying there. Just as she was about to grab her purse, she heard Agnes call from behind.
"Stay where you are, bitch, we're not finished yet!"
Now Michelle saw her chance. She turned around. Agnes had stood up again. Slightly hunched over, arms outstretched, she stood like a predator ready to pounce.
"You're incapable of learning, aren't you?" "
You want to finish ME off? You little whore? You want to fuck me? YOU?? Come on, come here, try it! Right here, just you and me, no Frank, no cops!"
Michelle looked at her.
Agnes continued to provoke: "Come on, I'll clean the hall with you, you dirty slut. You want a fight? Then you've come to the right place. I'd eat the likes of you for breakfast."
Okay, that was it. Michelle's mind went blank, and her whole body went into overdrive. She strode quickly towards Agnes, assuming a boxing stance. Since Agnes stood before her with open arms, it would be easy to pummel her. When she was close enough, she punched Agnes straight in the face, narrowly missing her nose. With her other fist, she landed a hook to her right side. Any untrained person would probably have gone down after that attack. But not Agnes. She gripped her opponent tightly, forcing them to wrestle together.
"Not a bad blonde, unfortunately no strength." "
Shut up, Agnes, you have no idea what's coming." "
Oh yeah?"
Neither woman loosened her grip; they pushed and danced around the room. They had both moved their holds higher and were now pulling each other's hair. Michelle's long hair proved to be a disadvantage in this hair-pulling contest. She had to give in to the pain and tipped slightly backward. Agnes felt this, and a triumphant smile briefly played on her lips. She pulled even harder on the blonde's mane and shifted her weight further forward. Michelle bent her knees slightly. Now the dark-haired woman was in an elevated position. She pushed Michelle down and hooked one leg behind Michelle's. The blonde crumpled and fell to the floor. Agnes didn't let go and followed the blonde to the floor. When Michelle was finally lying down, she unclipped her legs and jumped into a schoolgirl pin. Confident of victory, she sat on her Her opponent. She let go of Michelle's hair, grabbed both of her wrists, and pinned them to the hard concrete floor. Michelle thrashed wildly, bucking, but couldn't throw her opponent off at first.
"You really need it, don't you!" Agnes gasped. She released one hand and slapped Michelle a couple of times.
"Ouch, bitch!" "I'll finish you off!" "
Oh yeah?
Bam, another slap!
" With her free hand, she grabbed Agnes's breast.
"Aaargh! You filthy whore!
" Agnes shifted slightly to the side to avoid the pain. Michelle slammed her knee into Agnes's buttocks and lower back. Then she straightened her torso. With her free hand, she grabbed the child by the neck and pushed her off. Michelle rolled after her. Now she was sitting on Agnes again.
With all her strength, she pressed her hand further against Agnes's chin and towards the floor
. "You want to finish me off, you bitch? Come on! Try it!"
With her now free hand, she punched the dark-haired woman in the stomach. Agnes groaned.
"When I'm done with you, it's Frank's turn. Then he'll finally get what's coming to him! You obviously can't do it."
She punched Agnes in the stomach again. Then she slapped the dark-haired woman a few times. She was in a rage. Driven by adrenaline, hatred for her opponent, and the anticipation of winning this fight, she grabbed Agnes's hair. She lifted her head and slammed
it onto the hard concrete floor. The pain shot through Agnes's head like an arrow. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her resistance weakened. The blonde pulled at Agnes's hair, sliding further up so that she was now sitting on her neck with her legs spread wide. The defeated woman would have loved to bite the blonde bitch in the pussy, but the pain in her head was overwhelming. She surrendered to her position and began to moan. Only then did Michelle loosen her grip slightly. When there was still no resistance, she stood up. She gave Agnes a quick kick in the side. Then she said,
"Let THAT be a lesson to YOU. If you challenge me to a dance again next time, you'll really get it!"
She left her opponent lying there, picked up her handbag, and went back to her car. A grin and a feeling of pure bliss washed over her. She felt invincible, and the fight had really turned her on. "Let's see," she thought, "maybe I'll find someone for a one-night stand."

[Ulli]