“I’m sick of this bullshit!...” Perry White declared.
“...can’t you two just get along?” Perry White pleaded.
“She started it”, Lois protested.
“Bull shit! " Cat Grant asserted.
“She was making googly eyes at my…boyfriend, Clark”.
“Was not”
“You so were slut!”.
“Well, maybe if you showed him some affection instead of being a frigid bitch…”.
“Whore!”
“Prick teaser!”
“Ladies, stop it!”. Perry shouted out; he was used to dominating the conversation. HIS newsroom was already dividing up into Team Cat and Team Lois; it was out of control.
“It’s obvious you two can’t get along. I don’t need this disrupting the newsroom...”
“...I want one of your resignations on my desk tomorrow morning…”
“…and frankly, I don’t care whose...”.
“...It’s up to you to decide”.
He slid a set of keys along the desk towards them.
“You can use the conference room. Tonight. After everybody’s gone home”.
“Too fucking right, I’ll sort you out, whore”. Lois raised her fists aggressively.
“You might as well hand your resignation in now and save yourself the beating”. Cat made clawing motions with her hands.
“Ladies, you can settle your differences tonight…”
“…dismissed!”
They both strode out of Perry’s office looking straight ahead. Like two modern-day duellists. Which they were. Cat went straight to the crowd that had assembled outside Perry’s office, informing them of the discussions that would take place tonight and describing in detail what she would do to Lois. Lois went straight to Clark.
“I’m gonna be home late tonight”.
“Cat?” Clark asked.
He’d heard the rumours around the office, and he’d used his Super-hearing to hear Perry’s ultimation; he knew what was coming.
“Yeah, she’s gonna be leaving the Daily Planet after tonight”.
Clark smiled.
“I’ll get Nurse Zatanna to come over tonight”.
“That bitch is gonna need her a lot more than I will”. Lois declared.
“Like you didn’t need her after your fight with Lana?” is what Clark didn’t say. He knew Lois; he couldn't stop her, but he still worried about her.
"This isn't about you. It's about territory. She doesn't give a damn about you. She just wants to prove she can have any man she wants. That bitch has always lorded it over me, going out of her way to flirt with you in front of me…".
"…It ends tonight!"
Later:
Everybody had gone home, apart from two women, who stood glaring at each other. Like they had done all day, whispering threats of what they would do to their rival.
“It’s time bitch”. Cat broke the silence.
"After you, slut". Lois gestured with her hand.
They walked into the conference room side by side in silence. As they entered, Lois moved to the right side of the room, while Cat headed to the left. The room was dominated by a large conference table, with little else. That was Perry's idea — not much to damage. There was still plenty of space for the ladies to finish their discussion. The room had glass panels on one side, where all the spectators would have stood if they hadn't all gone home; the other three sides were lined with screens displaying random images, giving the proceedings a neon-lit glow; they didn’t need to turn the lights on. A meeting had taken place earlier; a couple of binders and some sandwiches lay abandoned on the table.
They paused and looked sulkily at each other as they removed their heels and any jewellery they wore, placing them in the corner of the room. Cat knew all too well that jewellery could be used as a weapon from the time she’d ripped the earrings off some girl in high school and made her eat them. Preparations finished, they turned to face each other.
"Frigid bitch…", muttered Cat.
"…I've got your resignation letter all written out for you". She held up a piece of paper. At the bottom, written in childlike scrawl was 'Lowis Lane, bitch".
She was determined to rule the Daily Planet the way she had ruled in High School. It looked like she would do it the same way here, destroying one prissy bitch at a time. She wore a short red dress with a plunging neckline displaying her awesome tits. She removed her high heels, putting them in a corner with everything else.
"Man-stealing whore", spat Lois. "I've got yours".
Her sheet had a crude 'X' where the signature should be, with a drawing of two huge oversized breasts, a pair of legs wide apart and a vagina taking up half of her body.
"Took me hours to draw a twat that big! " she added, with a smirk.
Growing up an army brat, she was always the new girl in school. And she’d had to fight her share of homecoming Queens who thought they ruled the roost; she proved them wrong. Lois shuffled her feet, getting ready. Unlike Miss Slut, she had dressed for work instead of a job at a brothel. Blue tight-fitting jeans, a white T-shirt, and a black waistcoat. Out of magnanimity, she removed her sneakers, leaving her barefoot like Cat.
"Let's go!"
Cat strode towards Lois, swinging a haymaker of a slap at her face.
Lois ducked, Cat spun around, and Lois kicked her in the ass, thudding her face into the window of the conference room, rattling the window. Lois moved in for some body shots. This was gonna be easy.
SMACK!
Cat's blindly launched backhand hit her hard in the face, splitting her lip. Showing she was still in the fight, Cat grabbed Lois's hair, slamming her face-first into the glass panel. Then again. Lois's face was bloody. Cat pulled Lois's waistcoat down, so it trapped her arms and then started kicking Lois's back.
Bap, Bap, Bap.
Lois's face slammed into the glass panel, her face getting mashed against the bulletproof glass, her head spinning. This was perfect, thought Cat. How often had she dreamed of smashing Miss-Prissy-Bitch's face in? And now she was.
Cat twisted the back of Lois's T-shirt, digging the collar into her neck in an improvised garotte. She hissed into Lois's ear as she pressed her face against the glass.
"Frigid bitch, I'm gonna fuck your boyfriend's brains out. Once he's had me, he'll never..."
Lois stamped on Cat's bare foot, grinding in her heel. Cat screamed, hopping back in pain. Lois turned, throwing off the waistcoat, and she pushed Cat back into the table, grabbing her head by the hair. She started slamming Cat's head into the table, face-first.
Cat kicked up behind her, catching Lois in the crotch. As Lois stepped back, hands in her crotch. Cat grabbed her by the hair, slamming Lois into the glass. Then, launched a slap to her face, snapping her head to the side. Pulling her in by the hair again, she launched another slap.
In response, Lois’s hands shot out, not for the hair, but for the tits. Cat had not worn a bra (but of course, no bra, slut); she had no protection from the torture that was to come.
Cat screamed as the flesh deformed in Lois’s iron grip. Pulling her, stretching the breast flesh, Lois spun her around by the tits before slamming her into the glass wall. The flesh mushroomed out as Lois joyfully compressed those globes.
Reversing the move, Lois pulled her forward by the tits, her fingers digging furrows into the flesh. Cat desperately tried to pry the hands away as she sobbed. Still holding her by the tits, Lois turned her around and pushed her back into the glass. Pressing hard into the breasts, squashing them, while digging her fingers into the flesh.
Still keeping her death grip, Lois pulled Cat towards her, stretching the breasts as far as they would go. Then, reversing her move, Lois pancaked her breasts again as she slammed her into the wall. Cat screamed and, tearing open Lois’s t-shirt down the middle hungrily prised her breasts out of the bra that encased them and squeezed.
Undeterred, grasping each nipple between thumb and forefinger, Lois yanked Cat’s breasts down. Grunting, Cat tightened her grip, gouging Lois’s tender flesh.
In response, Lois jerked the tits as far apart as she could tear them. Giving each nipple an extra tweak. Cat was moaning as she squeezed, her fingers trembling in strain.
Realising she was falling behind in the tit torture stakes. Cat released her grip and crashed her hands together with Lois’s head in the middle. Lois staggered back, her hands going for her damaged ears as Cat kicked her in the gut.
Lois’s back crashed against the table. Her body bent as she lay there, her head lolling on the table.
Cat stormed over to her foe and launched blow after blow into Lois’s gut.
“Fucking”.
Kat's right fist ploughed into Lois's belly; as her fist disappeared into the flesh, Lois's eyes widened in pain.
“Piece...”
Cat's left fist sank into Lois's stomach.
“...Of...“
Right fist.
“...Shit...”
Left fist, upper cutting her belly. Lois tried to cover up as her body jack-knifed. She was fighting a losing battle. Cat dismissively threw her hands out of the way. By accident, Lois’s hand hit the tray with all the unused sandwiches on it, and she grabbed the edge of the tray and slammed it into Cat’s face. As Cat stopped to wipe the out-of-date egg mayonnaise congealing on her face. Lois twisted, pulling at Cat’s long blonde hair. Now Cat was lying on the table, and she was on top. She was gonna make the most of it.
Hissing, she now went for the tits again. Hanging out of her dress, they were defenceless from the vicious blows.
“Slut...”
Cat's left tit swung to the side with Lois's right hook. The meaty sack sprayed sweat as it swung from each impact.
“...Resign...”
Lois's left hook sent the other tit flying out of her dress in the opposite direction.
“...Now!”
Lois launched an uppercut to Cat’s chin. Her head flew back into the hard table, rattling her teeth.
Desperate to escape the punishment, the bitch was picking her apart. Cat tangled her legs with Lois’s. Crying out as her balance was destroyed, Lois tumbled to the floor.
Overjoyed, Cat decided to kick a girl when she was down, but as she came towards Lois, she launched a vengeful kick to Cat’s head, which sent her spinning back against the table.
As Cat moaned. Lois clambered onto the table. She stood there. Legs spread apart, her right hand clutched her stomach, her left arm out.
"Come on bitch, come and get it!".
"Oh yeah, you're gonna get it!" Cat cursed as she clambered onto the table. Until Lois's swinging kick knocked her to the floor.
Cat ran to the other side of the table. Then started to climb up until Lois's stomp to the face knocked her back. She staggered before determinedly moving towards the table. Lois raised her foot again, but Cat brought up her hands. Catching the raised foot. Twisting, Lois fell to the table as Cat scrambled up onto the table, as Lois tried to get up.
"Bitch!" Cat yelled as she charged into Lois, forcing her back to the table. Lois struggled to wrestle free. They toppled onto the table. They rolled around. Bodies entwined by arms and legs, which seemed to have a mind of their own, the pair heaved and wriggled their way across the surface. Biting, tearing, punching, and gouging as they went.
Cat's dress and Lois's T-shirt soon disintegrated completely under the assault of clutching and tugging hands. Cat jabbed her fingers at Lois's eyes. Lois screamed, her hands flailed for Cat's fingers, pulling them into her mouth, biting down hard. Cat screamed. Grabbing Lois's hair, pulling her over. They rolled, grunting, squealing, and cursing. Cat got on top, slapping Lois's face. Lois's fingers hooked into Cat's bloody nose and pulled her over. Lois raked at Cat's back as bloody tramlines appeared on her skin. Cat screamed and started banging Lois's head into the table. Lois's eye gouge put an end to that. Cat reared back, hands on her eyes. Lois rose and started dragging her along the table by the hair.
Coming to the end of the table. Lois roughly pulled her up and then head-butted her.
Cat fell on the floor, and Lois dived on top of her, directly into Cat's kick, sending her backwards and crashing into the table.
Cat staggered back on unsteady legs, using the desk for support, her back towards Lois.
Seeing the raised ass of her opponent, she smiled. Lois moved into attack. Reaching under the short skirt. Finding her thong, of course, she was wearing a thong, the slut, and yanked the material up hard. Cat screamed as she was raised by the thong, her legs leaving the floor as the material was pulled into her crotch. Her feet flailed wildly as she screamed.
Upping the ante, Lois twisted the material. Cat screamed harder. Her thrashing hands beat a crazy drumbeat on the table until she found it. Picking up a discarded binder on the desk. The blonde took it in both hands and swung it into Lois's face.
“BAM!”
Pain shot through Lois’s face as the binder struck her nose; she felt something crunch. The trickle turned into a flood. Lois staggered back, her hands going to her bloodied nose.
Delighted with the results of her blow, Cat swung the binder edge on. Hitting Lois's stomach like a lead pipe. Spittle flew from Lois’s mouth as she bent over in agony. Cat raised the binder and brought it down on Lois's head. Gasping, Lois collapsed onto the desk.
Grabbing her by the shoulder, Cat turned her over, so she was facing her, then, with a whoop, she smashed the binder down on Lois's breasts. Lois groaned, cupping her pancaked breasts.
Jumping on Lois's belly. She jammed the binder down, the edges of the binder pushing down on Lois's neck, chuckling as she applied the strangle. Lois tried driving her knees into her back. She tried pushing the binder with her hands, but Cat was pressing down with all her body weight. Bouncing her body as she crowed. As Lois's face started turning purple. This was it, she would choke her out. Lois’s vision was getting blurry.
Then Cat just stopped; she threw away the binder.
“Nah, I want something more personal!”.
She grinned as she slowly started to lower her awesome rack onto Lois’s horrified face. She was going to smother the frigid bitch out. It would be painful, the bitch had battered her breasts something awful, but it would be worth it. She pictured Lois’s face drooling after being smothered to oblivion; she could feel her nipples harden at the thought.
Then she saw Lois smile. Then she felt the blinding pain. Lois had swung her fists out wide, then, with all the strength she could muster, Lois slammed her fists together, squelching Cat's dangling boobs, savagely mashing them together. Cat screamed as the white-hot agony screamed from her battered breasts. Lois reared up, smashing the top of her head into Cat's face.
Cat staggered back, nursing her battered face. Lois swung her leg back to gain momentum. The kick crunched into Cat's crotch. Her eyes went wide, her hands switched from her face to her devastated pussy as she sank to her knees.
Coughing and dry heaving, standing behind Cat. Lois grabbed her left arm, pivoting under the trapped arm, she twisted it in a hammerlock behind Cat's back. Then she dragged Cat towards the desk, forcing Cat over the top of the desk. Her breasts overflowed at the sides. Inspired by the inviting target, Lois brought her fist down on the overflowing breast. Her fist pancaked the soft tissue. Cat screamed.
"Hiyaa!" Lois cried out as her sharp, pointy elbow smashed into Cat's breast. Her screams reached a new crescendo.
Still keeping her hammerlock, Lois pulled her back and then rammed the purple, tenderised breast against the sharp corner of the desk. The sharp angle punctured Cat's already bruised, throbbing nipple with savage, numbing, sickening agony.
"Who's quitting?" Lois demanded, relaxing her grip slightly.
Initially, Cat made no response except for pitiful moaning. Once again, Lois pressed her against the hard, unyielding wood, forcefully driving her body into her back and pressing the edges of the table deeper into her breasts. A cry of agony erupted from Cat as blood began to seep from her breast. Lois repeated the words.
"Who's quitting?" No answer.
Again, repeating the move, Lois slammed into Cat's back, driving the sharp corner of the table into Cat's raw nipple. Then Lois moved her body, further pushing the edge of the table into Cat's breasts.
"I...I am!" Cat babbled, her body contorting weakly in pain.
"I didn't hear you", Lois almost sang as she took a step back and rammed her shoulder into Cat. Driving the sharp point deeper into her nipple.
"IAMIAMIQUITIQUIT". Cat screamed out, hysterically.
Satisfied, with a swinging heave, Lois dragged Cat from the table and released her.
Going down, the blonde lay like a starfish, with arms thrown out wide and legs moving spasmodically. All but overcome by exhaustion herself, Lois hobbled across the floor towards her. She halted, her legs straddling the motionless figure below her. Bending, she sank her fingers into Cat's raw-looking left breast. Blood ran from its nipple as Lois dragged Cat upwards.
Through the swirling mists that filled her head, Lois saw Cat's head lolling back, mouth open and working soundlessly, eyes glassy and unseeing. Lois shrugged; her work was done. Slowly, the exhausted Lois released the breast, and Cat's torso slumped back limply to the floor.
Lois considered her options. Well, now what should she do?
She went to the corner and picked up her phone.
"Clark, good news, I'll see you at work tomorrow. But I need you to come over here Super-quick, I could use a little help..."
When Cat regained consciousness, she was suspended from the ceiling, naked, wrapped in duct tape, with her resignation letter stuffed into her twat. Lois didn’t want the bitch claiming it was a draw or that she had really won; she wanted to avoid any doubt. Yes, she had needed some super-help to get the unconscious bitch up there. But she had to admit that when she looked at the completed bundled naked package, all the effort had been worth it.
Hanging from the ceiling until everyone arrived at work and had a chance to see the results of last night’s fight, Cat had plenty of time to think. A long time. Plenty of time to plot her revenge.
They’ve never taken my work seriously at the Daily Planet. But I have the contacts; I can raise the money. Sure, I can; there are enough billionaires in my rolodex, I can raise the money, no problem. I'll create a new gossip magazine, not just a magazine—a social media publishing empire, yeah, social media's the future. Yes, there are influencers, but it’s small-scale stuff. If I could bring all these influencers together, they could influence the fucking world. Olsen, Lane, they can fuck their Pulitzers, show me some cash. An empire with me at the helm. But a name? It's got to have my name on it.
The Cat Company?
Grantco?
Nah!
Catco.
Yes, Catco—that's what I'll call it.
She would show them, she would show them all.
