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Tammy and Debra
Tammy heard the ringing phone and glanced at the number, which was vaguely familiar. It had shown up on her phone a few times of late, and she assumed it was yet another automated call for car insurance or an extended warranty. She let it ring again before, on impulse, answering out of curiosity.
"Hi Tammy? It’s me, Debra…” Tammy froze, remembering the voice, the woman, and the last time they’d met. All in an instant. “Tammy, are you there?”
“Why did you call me, Debra? We have nothing to discuss.” She was rattled, surprised by this call from a woman she had hoped was gone from her life forever.
“I think we do, Tammy. I keep thinking about what happened between us, and what we did to one another. I can’t get you out of mind…”
What happened was that they had met privately several weeks earlier to settle their differences. In an apartment suite overlooking the city they battled in the nude. What they did to each other wasn’t nice or ladylike. Tammy, a demure and well-mannered woman, was still shocked by their conduct. Appalled, even, that two successful and educated adult women could be so violent and cruel. She hadn’t forgotten what Debra had done to her and remained quite angry about it. It wasn’t the first time they had fought but Tammy had hoped it would be the last.
“I think about you, too, and not fondly. I can’t forget what you did to me, and I won’t forgive you.” Tammy was trying to be polite but couldn’t conceal her animosity.
“I’m sorry for hurting you and then hurting you more. I enjoyed it but it went too far.”
“You enjoyed it?” Tammy was puzzled, and irritated. “Did you have fun beating me up? Is that why you called? To tell me that and rub it in my face?” So many questions. So many painful memories from that morning.
“I’m trying to make sense of this, of us. I don’t understand why I wanted to hurt you. At first I just wanted to win and then I lost control.” Debra was a bit flustered. They had met to settle their dispute. In a vaguer way it was also about establishing superiority, about being the better woman, but soon Debra was more interested in making Tammy suffer. Now she wanted to smooth things over but it wasn’t off to a good start.
“What is there to understand? You’re a crazy psycho. You attacked me like a rabid dog and I had to defend myself.” Tammy had been confused as well. How could a ‘fair’ fight go wrong so quickly? How could women be so cruel to one another? But she was more angry than confused.
“You have every right to be upset. Look, I want to make things right between us. I fought dirty, but that’s not who I am. I’m a loving mother and sister. A great friend. I’m really a good woman.” She’d always been a ‘good girl’. But the naked and depraved catfight with Tammy had clouded that cultivated image.
“No, you’re not a good woman. You’re a cruel and vicious woman, that’s what you are.” And a phony bitch, too, she wanted to say.
“If you give me a chance, you could see the real me. Maybe we can’t be friends, but we can at least find some mutual understanding and put this behind us.” Debra had always played nice with other girls. It remained a natural thing to do, but Tammy’s attitude was making it difficult.
Tammy couldn’t believe her nerve, acting like they could talk it over and let bygones be bygones. “Why would I give you another chance? You cheated. We had rules and you broke them. And you hurt me in ways I’d never imagined.” Tammy was losing her cool and stopped herself.
Debra, too, got a little snippy: “Don’t pretend you’re better than me. You’re right, I didn’t fight fair. I started it, but you gave it right back. And you hurt me badly, too. I’m still not over it. We each fought to win, and one of us had to lose.” There. It felt good to give it back to her.
It had been Tammy’s idea to fight nude. They’d agreed beforehand to wear bikinis. Debra wore a lovely baby blue number that hugged her curves and nudged her ample breasts higher. Tammy had picked out her favorite, a flattering but more conservative lavender two piece. As the two slipped out of their sundresses and faced off, Debra smirked, knowing she looked sexier. Tammy knew it, too, and her confidence slipped. Debra smiled: “I can’t wait to rip that off and throw it in the trash.”
“I’ll spare you the effort” countered Tammy and slid her briefs off her wide hips. Now Debra was caught off guard, and a little unsure of herself. “Take off your bikini” Tammy continued “unless you want me to tear it off”. Debra sneered, and shimmied out of her snug bottoms. Each fumbled a bit with their tops while checking each other out. They both looked damn good for women around 40 and could pass for younger. Debra was a few inches taller, and a little tanner. A California girl. Tammy a bit heavier, and fuller in the hips and bust. Physically a good matchup and comparable in bearing and beauty. They had primped and preened in preparation, and really looked their best. Eyeing each other with unconcealed disdain, they methodically removed earrings and assorted jewelry. And taking a deep breath, the two lovelies postured a bit and pushed their sizeable breasts out before stepping toward one another.
Scratching was not allowed as they didn’t want to risk their good looks. They showed their hands, with nails trimmed. Slapping was allowed everywhere, but no punches to the head, and no knees or elbows. Hairpulling was, of course, permitted and expected. Tammy had said “We’re ladies, and that’s what ladies do”, and Debra smiled in agreement. They’d crossed the line in their first fight by attacking each other’s breasts. Tammy didn’t like the idea, but there was no going back, and their beautiful tits were now fair game. Pussies were off limits. “What kind of lady would grab a gal down there?” asked Debra, and they both chuckled. Tammy and Debra didn’t have any rules in their first fight and it had quickly gotten out of hand. This time around they would battle to a best of three submissions, or until one quit. This would be a fight, but a fair fight with rules and they shook hands on it.
Kelly, a realtor, was a mutual acquaintance who gave them access to a vacant luxury apartment suite for the battleground. They’d also persuaded Kelly to be present and help keep things safe. But she got cold feet and backed out at the last minute. The women had arrived separately and sat apart looking out the large windows across the city. They were becoming restless waiting for Kelly when she texted that she wasn’t coming. Debra and Tammy were a little uneasy when Kelly refused to come. But they had prepared for this day and neither wanted to wait any longer.
Debra picked up the conversation again: “If Kelly had been there things wouldn’t have gotten out of hand.”
“Oh my God, Debra, you’re kidding yourself. It got out of hand because of you. Kelly wanted no part of it and would have been helpless to stop us.” Tammy thought that Debra was either lying or clueless.
“It’s too bad, maybe you could have used some help.” Oh, I did it again, thought Debra. Not nice.
“I didn’t need Kelly’s help to kick your ass, in case you’ve forgotten.” Debra’s act was wearing thin.
“You kicked my ass? Get real, Tammy”, Debra snapped. Some things about Tammy rubbed her the wrong way. Debra had forgotten this, but it was coming back to her now.
“Knock it off, Debra.” Tammy didn’t like Debra either and even on the phone this was as plain as day.
They closed in on each other, excited and a bit afraid. Tammy breathed “I’m pleased to meet you again”, smiling slyly. Her attempt at humor was met with a slap across the cheek, “You won’t be Tammy.” The two waded into each other, throwing roundhouse slaps to the head and shoulders. The slaps were mostly awkward and harmless so they grabbed a handful of hair to keep their target stationary. Tammy’s left was wrapped up in Debra’s thick shoulder length blonde hair, and she had a bunch of Tammy’s dark blonde curls in her right. They were tugging and using their free hands to get at each other. Debra grasped Tammy’s wrist and soon they resembled a mismatched and contentious couple trying to tango, struggling over whom would lead. Tammy fought to free her wrist but Debra held tight. They shuffled about the room, jerking handfuls of hair, beginning to mutter and curse. Pulling harder on their hair pulled them up close, and for the first time, two jiggling pairs of boobs collided, came apart, then bounced deliciously together again. Debra hissed and Tammy moaned softly as breast brushed against breast. Free hands became uncoupled and went immediately to their rival’s hair. Double handfuls of hair brought forth new moans as breasts bumped together, more roughly this time. And the women, increasingly less inhibited, started to mouth off at each other. Debra knew Tammy was sensitive and wanted to upset her, so she called her names. Tammy, stung by her insults, told her to shut up. The women went back to pushing and shoving as the name calling increased and emotions heated up. What a sight to behold: two lovely women baring their womanly, curvy bodies and swapping insults like indignant schoolgirls. Normally dignified and well-mannered ladies teetering on the very precipice of primal feminine conflict and combat. At that moment Debra yanked Tammy off balance by the hair and swatted her swaying boob. The blonde yelped in pain and stumbled clumsily into her blonder adversary tits first, and again four firm breasts thumped together. Now they both started going after the other: Debra to press her advantage and Tammy to get revenge. Their hands fought as they tried to slap faces and grab at tits. The fighting became messy, and fierce. Two untrained, and now untamed combatants, letting loose on each other and eventually closing in a clinch. Now jerking handfuls of honey blonde tresses and darker blonde curls, Tammy and Debra staggered around the suite in a rough and intimate dance. They began kicking and soon legs became tangled up. Debra went down with Tammy on top, her bigger tits splashing down atop Debra’s own pretty pair. In an instant, they were a tangle of naked limbs and womanly curves as they wrestled across the carpet.
They had been on the phone for a while, now. It was weird having this conversation with Debra. They’d fought tooth and nail in the nude and yet now they were talking it over. Often their animosity would surface, but as the call continued, the weirdness dissipated and the conversation at times seemed almost normal, if not quite friendly.
“You looked gorgeous, Tammy. And I was a little intimidated by that. I wanted to outdo you but you looked as good as me, maybe better. And I couldn’t stand that.” Debra had usually been the prettiest and the best. And didn’t take kindly to any rival who challenged her.
“I know, Debra, I felt the same. You were very pretty and it made me so mad I wanted to rip your hair out. I had bathed and manicured, perfumed and dolled myself up. I felt so beautiful and alive and sexy. Prettier than you.” Even now over the phone she was competing with Debra and it felt good.
“You were beautiful, Tammy. When we were rolling around on the floor, I could smell your hair, your skin, your perfume. You smelled and felt so good and it was so sexy wrestling with you.” It had been an intoxicating sensory overload for the women in the early part of the fight. Sweet fragrances and soft naked flesh coming together in shocking and stimulating fashion. Beauty meeting beauty and sex meeting sex. Bringing their primal femininity to the surface. “Uh, thanks Debra. It was a little strange. We were tangled up on the carpet and I’m wondering what fragrance you’re wearing.” They chuckled softly at the memory and enjoyed this moment of relative peace in the conversation.
“You were soft and sexy, too” Tammy continued, “but really I just wanted to trash your beauty, Debra, and take you apart. And the meaner I got, the more it felt good to hurt you.”
There had been some effort in their first bout to employ their limited wrestling skills. The efforts had ranged from clumsy to comical, and the mutual lack of execution gradually resulted in an untamed free-for-all. This time around Tammy and Debra wrestled like cats and did what came naturally. They grabbed, slapped, pulled hair and generally roughed each other up to the best of their untrained feminine ability. Tammy seemed stronger, however, and was spending more time on top and shoving the taller Debra around. Debra got to her knees and went at her and the ladies jousted and bumped their naked bodies together. Debra and Tammy grappled intensely but Tammy won the struggle and forced Debra onto her back. Tammy’s full, round breasts shook free and hung densely over Debra’s face as she was pinned to the floor. Oh she wanted to, but Debra couldn’t reach those tempting tits and pull at the hanging fruit or nip at the thick pink nipples dangling above her. Debra kept her close by pulling her thick, dark blonde hair, sometimes with both hands. Tammy yanked away as well, and the two stayed on the carpet in a wild embrace. Debra managed to slip from under her rival, got behind Tammy and trapped her in a scissors. Pulling her down to the floor by the hair, she got Tammy in a headlock. ‘I’ve got you now, you bitch’ she whispered in her ear, and Tammy could only gasp in response. Looking to end it, Debra tightened the scissors and slapped her face. Tammy pinched Debra’s toned thighs but couldn’t budge her. This made Debra mad and she slapped her face some more. Tammy was trapped, her heavy breasts sitting ripe and unprotected on her chest. Despite her own significant endowment, Debra was envious of Tammy’s bigger breasts and went after them at every opportunity. She released the headlock and grabbed Tammy’s prized possessions, one in each hand. Tammy cried out as her nipples were gripped between thumbs and forefingers. Tammy howled in pain. “Give up, bitch!” Debra ordered and tugged hard on her teats, pulling her breasts away from her chest. “Owww! No!” Debra yanked and yanked some more, as though trying to milk her rival. Tammy began to cry, terrified by Debra’s cruelty. She began to thrash around and flail her arms. Debra held on as though atop, or more accurately in this case, beneath a bucking bronco. The tit torment went on as Tammy struggled to break free. A moment later Debra’s torturing fingers fell away and her scissors slackened. Tammy rolled away, gasping and sobbing. Debra was on her back, hands covering her face. The blonde in her thrashing about had thumbed her nemesis in the eye. Briefly blinded by pain and disoriented Debra had lost her grip on Tammy’s tits, and maybe her best chance to beat her rival.
“If you hadn’t poked me in the eye, I would have crushed your tits and made you quit”, Debra mused.
“Maybe” returned Tammy, shuddering at the memory of her breasts caught in Debra’s vice grip, “Maybe I got lucky, too. Facing you again, I didn’t think you could be meaner than before, but you were.”
“I hated you, Tammy, hated you and your beautiful hair, hated your beautiful breasts at that moment and wanted to rip your nipples off.” There was a pause, that extended into a longer silence. Debra thought she had gone too far and caught her breath. Tammy wanted to fire back but held her tongue.
After moments of awkward silence Tammy spoke. Quietly. “Don’t feel bad, Debra. I hated you, too. You were so cruel I started to cry. But I was so, so mad at you and I just wanted to make you suffer.”
There was a pause in the fighting as both women collected themselves. Each briefly considered giving upand each dismissed the thought. On their knees, breathing heavily and skin flushed, several feet apart.
Debra was blinking the irritation from her eye, wiping the sweat from her brow. Tammy, fresh tears on her cheeks, shifting from shock to anger.
“You're not fighting fair, Debra!” Tammy was indignant.
“I'm fighting to win, you baby.” Debra was not above bullying and pushing Tammy’s buttons.
“You dirty bitch, you tried to maim me”. Tammy couldn’t believe what had happened.
“You poked my eye, you cxnt”. In Debra’s mind turnabout was not fair play.
The name calling kickstarted the action as they shuffled forward on their knees sexy and sweaty and came together swinging. Debra ducked under a roundhouse right, popped Tammy's tit with a hard slap. The tanned beauty leaned in, grabbing at Tammy's manicured pussy with both hands. The blonde yelled as Debra got hold of her pussy lips with both hands. She pressed in, squeezing her proud breasts into Tammy’s. She’d never been grabbed down there and the pain was intense. Debra’s knees were inside her rivals and she worked to spread her legs wide. As the pussy assault continued, the two battlers writhed body to body, the two pairs of breasts mashing and squashing together. Tammy couldn't back away as Debra tightened her grip, couldn't get her own hands on the bitch's well-trimmed pussy. She vainly tried to push Debra away, but she had no leverage. Debra grasped her sex firmly from underneath and Tammy was trapped. She weakly yanked her hair with both hands. Every tug and twist of her lips was agonizing, and she began to unravel, crying out in pain. She’d never experienced pain like this. Her hips twitched uncontrollably and the shapely spheres of her ass rocked and shook as Debra savaged her sex. Tammy was stunned by this viciousness, couldn’t fathom the cruelty. Both gritted their teeth: Debra in determination and Tammy in agony. Tears sprang from her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She desperately nipped the shoulder her chin was leaning on, then ran her lips across the clavicle before settling on the neck and biting Debra hard below the ear. Tammy held the bite and chewed on her neck. But the bitch only growled. Debra was trying to topple Tammy onto her back and got two fingers in her pussy. Tammy exploded and reared back, yanked Debra by the hair and savagely cuffed her in the ear. That hurt and so did the karate chop that followed. She was furious at being violated and now Debra was on the defensive. She was dazed by the blows to her head and neck and ducked down protectively into Tammy’s shoulder, to avoid the fists pounding her skull and back. The honey blonde grabbed her foe around her fleshy thighs and toppled Tammy to the carpet. Debra drove her knee between Tammy’s legs and felt it smack against her fleshy sex. Tammy groaned just as a second knee pounded her pussy. She weakly wrapped her thighs around Debra’s thigh, trapping the knee flush against her cxnt. Both women were pulling hair again or clawing at each other’s face, trying to roll the other over and get on top. Debra and Tammy’s bountiful breasts mashed and rolled together. Debra rubbed her trapped knee into Tammy’s pussy, crushing her clit. She was crying and Debra laughed at her tears and torment. Debra was now on top. Her hands were winning the battle with Tammy’s, and Debra was getting in a few short slaps and punches to the head and body. Tammy couldn’t get away from Debra. The knee pressed and ground against her pussy, Debra’s body pressed against hers, pinning her to the carpet. Debra forced an elbow under Tammy’s chin, pushing her head back. Tammy was helpless, in tears, as her nemesis slapped her with her free hand in the face. Debra raised herself up off the floor and slapped Tammy’s face hard. She belted her twice more before Tammy yelled out her surrender. Debra untangled herself from Tammy and gave her parting shot in her exposed pussy. Tammy groaned and rolled over on her stomach, sobbing heavily into the soft, thick carpet. The pain in her sex was intense and the heavy slaps had knocked her silly. The side of her face stung and she wondered if she had a black eye. This bitch is killing me, Tammy thought, and wondered if she had it in her to fight back.
Tammy was churning inside emotionally as Debra spoke. She’d never wanted to hear from her again, but it felt good to vent at her right now. She hadn’t told anyone about that morning in the suite overlooking the city. It had been rather traumatic after all, more troubling than triumphant. They had fought on a Friday morning, thinking they would recover over the weekend. But it had taken longer than anticipated and both missed additional days of work. The bruises faded and the scrapes healed but thoughts of Debra still haunted her, and it seemed like Tammy was still very much in Debra’s head as well. Tammy didn’t anticipate that, had imagined that fighting Debra would put their mutual antagonism to rest. But now as they talked it out it felt like they were back at it, sparring over the phone. As Debra rambled on, Tammy had to concede that she was right, that while she had fought dirty, Tammy had as well. In the heat of their catfight she was as cruel as her adversary.
Now she still wanted to sting Debra, if only with words: “Perhaps you’re right. It didn’t take long for me to fight fire with fire, but you gave me no choice. You broke my trust and I’m happy that I made you suffer.”
“I’m sorry, my emotions got the better of me.” Debra knew she behaved badly but she wasn’t sorry.
“My hands got the better of your perfect tits and cxnt” Tammy interrupted.
“Why are you so mean? I’m trying to have a civil conversation with you.” Debra was a bit exasperated.
“You’re trying to start something and I’m not going to let you get away with it.” Debra was up to something but Tammy couldn’t figure it out.
“I didn’t call you to stir the pot and start a fight.” Although she’d like to punch Tammy right now.
“Oh, really Miss Perfect? That’s not how it sounds…” You phony bitch, thought Tammy.
“I feel so foolish. Why did I bother calling you, Tammy? I just want to own my part in things but you’re twisting my words.” We’re not getting anywhere by talking, Debra thought.
She was sort of right again. Instead of getting things straightened out, they were going back and forth, and around and around. Tammy briefly imagined having this conversation over lunch in a nice café and throwing a drink in Debra’s face before their salads were even served. “How can this be happening again?”, she wondered as Debra prattled on. And thought about good it had felt to pull her hair and squeeze her boobs.
Any pretense of civility and good sportsmanship between the ladies had gone out the window. They sat apart and sought to gather their senses. Personal training and working out had carried them far but now they were in dirty and vicious combat and that was taking its toll. The break in fighting was brief and each drank a little water. The ladies were winded but mad and really wanted at each other. Debra came out of a crouch, hands low to again maul Tammy’s melons. But the blonde stunned her adversary with a lefthanded slap, then staggered her with a solid right to the mouth. She landed a low blow south of Debra’s bellybutton and shoved her to the floor. On her back, Debra couldn’t stop Tammy from pinning her down. Tammy moved forward onto Debra’s chest and looked down on her: “You wanted to grab my pussy, now you can taste it, bitch.” With that she hopped forward, sliding her slick slit across Debra’s chin, her squawks muffled as Tammy paused and rolled her hips, rubbing her sweet pussy into Debra’s mouth. Tammy lingered, giving Debra a taste of her, before spinning around and away from her snapping teeth. Tammy instantly attacked Debra’s trophy tits: “Now it’s your turn, baby!” Tammy stretched one tanned tit by the nipple into a wobbly cone and slapped it hard, whap! whap! whap! with the other hand. The battered boob was losing its firmness under Tammy’s savage assault and Debra howled in pain. She tried to push Tammy off but the raging blonde pinned her to the carpet by the hair and squeezed the other tit with all she had. Debra had tried to finish Tammy but she hadn't backed down and now was getting the better of her. Tammy was wild and uninhibited, crushing the firm tit meat in her grip and then kneading the boob roughly as though it were a ball of dough. Her victim was partly on her side without the leverage to fight back or throw her tormenter off. And Tammy certainly wasn’t going to show any mercy, now moving forward and using her knee to keep Debra’s head planted to the floor. Tammy now had both hands free and really went after Debra’s already sore tits. Now it was Debra’s turn to cry as she fought to free her savaged breasts. Tammy was mad with catfight lust and punched Debra’s exposed belly. When she covered up there, the dark blonde devil clawed her tits. Debra managed to turn over on her stomach and clasped both hands protectively about her head. Tammy shifted her attack and pounded her back with her fists. Unsatisfied, she spun around and swatted Debra’s toned butt with a hard slap and then spanked her tanned cheeks several times. Debra was on the ropes and pushed herself off the floor, but Tammy countered again and grabbed the back of her hair. She pulled Debra painfully up and back by the hair and began slapping her face. Debra was dazed, helpless and beaten. They both knew it but Tammy was going to pay her rival’s dirty deeds back with interest. Debra yelled out her submission, and then again when Tammy didn’t stop. Angered by her rival’s dirty tactics, Tammy wanted to make her quit. But she reeled in her rage and sat on Debra’s back. Tammy held her by the hair and spanked her some more. Debra pleaded and Tammy finally stopped. She’d won a submission over the blonde bitch. After a much-needed break, she would finish Debra off.
“You were such a naughty girl, Debra,” Tammy whispered into the phone. “Did you enjoy your spanking? I know that I did.” The loud slaps and Debra’s startled cries echoed in her mind and she smiled.
Debra quietly fumed. Tammy had humiliated her. What was there to say? It came back to her now. Face down in the carpet, helpless and beaten, as Tammy smacked her bare ass. And laughed at her. Debra lived again the embarrassment and defeat. She grew so mad tears formed in her eyes. In a quavering voice she told Tammy to be quiet.
“Did I hurt your feelings, little Debbie?” Tammy twisted the knife. “I so enjoyed slapping your pretty face and making you submit.” Those final moments when she crushed Debra were thrilling beyond words.
Tammy got off Debra’s back and shoved her face into the carpet for good measure. Debra rolled over on her back and began to cry. Tammy taunted Debra but the honey blonde just covered her face and sobbed. There was no furniture in the vacant suite so Tammy sat down on the soft carpet several feet away to rest. Fatigue settled in. The battle had been exhausting and Tammy was glad for the respite. Debra, meanwhile, was struggling to hold it together. She hadn’t felt threatened by Tammy or much worried about fighting her. Nothing had happened in their first fight to change that. She came here today to beat up Tammy, and now the ‘softer’ blonde had thrashed her. Fighting dirty came naturally to Debra and she assumed that Tammy would wilt in the face of her cruelty. But the punishing breast attack and vicious pussy pulling triggered Tammy and revealed something dark and threatening within her. Now Debra was worried. They’d broken all their agreed upon rules and maybe now it would be no holds barred. No way to stop Tammy’s onslaught except by continuing to fight dirty. And there was no one here to protect either or both from getting seriously hurt. Debra was scared, and though she won the submission, so was Tammy. Neither wanted to get hurt. Neither wanted to suffer more than they had. But neither wanted to lose to her rival. They were here to settle things and the escalating violence was doing nothing to rein them in. Debra and Tammy would continue to fight, and fight to win.
“Don’t forget that I wrecked your cxnt, bitch.” Debra countered. “Next time I’ll make you suffer worse.” Their brawl had left Debra twisted up mentally and emotionally. She struggled to reconcile the hatred and cruelty with her carefully crafted self-image of a sophisticated and graceful woman. The ongoing conflict with Tammy had revealed a side of Debra that was unrecognizable to her and that she couldn’t understand. No problem if she could move past her struggle with Tammy, but she relived it almost daily. Not just the physical battles but everything that led up to them. She was frequently distracted by thoughts about Tammy. At home and at work, during the day and at night. She had yet to appear in Debra’s dreams, but otherwise she couldn’t get Tammy out of her head. Debra had finally thought a conversation with her nemesis might bring peace, but the more they talked the more their conflict and mutual animosity festered. Now she wanted revenge and this back and forth seemed to be propelling them toward another confrontation. The purpose of her call was finally clear to Debra: to bring them back together and fight it out woman to woman.
Tammy was on her feet and ready to go. Debra had stifled her tears but was still on her knees and made no move to get up. “C’mon, let’s go” ordered Tammy, and went at her rival.
“I’m not ready!” cried Debra but Tammy grabbed her by the hair and yanked her upright. “Please, no!”
“Fight or give up!” Tammy spat at her and yanked her again by the hair.
Debra went straight for her breasts and punched her full in the right tit. Tammy held her by the hair and slapped her hard in the face. She cried out but punched Tammy’s tit again and clawed the other one. Tammy angrily shoved Debra back a step and smacked her again in the face. Debra now pulled at Tammy’s thick hair and slapped her back. They traded blows and insults standing toe to toe. The pace and fury picked up. They went at it hammer and tong: pulling hair and slapping and punching. Both were wild and traded blows. Grunts and cries, the smack of palms and fists hitting flesh filled the air. Tammy stepped back and popped Debra in the mouth. The blonde was dazed and unable to block a second blow that knocked her down. Tammy paused to catch a breath before dropping down on Debra before she could roll over. They struggled briefly, dirty and sweaty nudes pressed together. Tammy was trying for a pin and Debra desperately attempted to roll her off. Tammy got under Debra’s legs, lifting them off the carpet and pushing them back with her shoulder. She got Debra helpless in a primitive matchbook pin. One of Debra’s legs over her shoulder and with one arm she pushed the other leg away. Debra’s legs were spread wide open and she began to plead: “Tammy no! Not my pussy!” Tammy didn’t listen but attacked Debra’s sex and grabbed at her labia. Debra tried to jerk free but her hips twitched helplessly. Tammy changed tactics and started slapping her pussy. Debra cried out for mercy. Tammy told her to shut up and punched her cxnt. Debra yelled in pain, and Tammy punched her again. And again and again until Debra cried out her surrender. Tammy grabbed the blonde’s sex in a claw hold and held on until it was clear that Debra had quit. The honey blonde honey was defeated and rolled over and away from her tormenter. She lay on her side facing away from Tammy, sobbing and clutching her beaten pussy. Tammy sat back on the carpet, staring at her victim’s naked backside. It was over and she had won, two submissions to one. But Tammy wasn’t done with her and crawled toward Debra. She pulled her head up by the hair and looked her in the eyes, ready to deliver a final punch. This time to the face. Debra was crying and her eyes puffy, and she looked with terror up at Tammy. “Please, no, Tammy no don’t” she whispered. “I beat you, you cxnt” Tammy whispered back. They held their mutual gaze for a moment and then Tammy unclenched her cocked fist. She let Debra fall back to the carpet but then mounted the stricken blonde, pinning her shoulders down. “Nooo” Debra cried. “Yesss, you bitch. Beg me to stop.” Tammy rubbed her sweaty, swollen sex on Debra’s face. This was about humiliation, pure and simple. The twists and turns of their conflict had led them to this moment and Tammy was going to use it to crush her rival once and for all with her naked sex. She twisted her hips and ground her pussy until Debra begged her to stop. Tammy got up and walked over to the window. She sat on the floor and looked out over the city on this glorious summer morning. She had won, she had beaten Debra and beaten her badly. She felt pride and elation, with Debra’s broken sobs in the background music to her ears. She was also hot, dirty, sore and exhausted. And soon more pain and stiffness would settle in. Several minutes passed and Debra hadn’t budged. Tammy started to feel uneasy, perhaps a bit guilty. She wanted to leave now, to get away from this place and from Debra. She hated her and thought if she waited any longer she would have to talk with Debra, perhaps feel compassion for her, perhaps even help her get home. And Tammy didn’t want that, didn’t like the conflicting emotions that were bubbling up inside. She had beaten Debra in a dirty and mean catfight and wanted her to feel the sting of loss and humiliation. Wanted her to wallow in her pain and defeat. Tammy quickly pulled on her bikini and slipped on her dress. After gathering her things, she paused at the door and looked back at Debra, who was now in a sitting position. “I never want to see or hear from you again. Understand?” Debra nodded and Tammy left the suite. She closed the door behind her and began to weep. By the time she was in the elevator, thankfully by herself, she was crying uncontrollably.
“You bitch! My tits and pussy ached for days.” Debra’s memories were not happy ones and remained crystal clear.
“You were the bitch! I had to get even. You hurt me but then I hurt you more.” So much for peaceful conversation, but it felt so good to tell her off.
“I was as savage as you, you cat. We fought like animals and now we’re back for more. We can’t get enough of each other.” Debra had wondered about her motives for calling Tammy but now she knew. She wanted to fight her again. To make her suffer. “I want another catfight with you, Tammy.”
“Another fight? Are you serious? It’s time to move on.” Oh no, Tammy thought. I’m not ready for this.
“Like hell! Nothing has been settled between us, bitch. I want to take the best you have and shove it down your throat. Fight me!” Maybe Tammy agreed. This time she was quiet and didn’t argue the point.
Debra was devastated. One minute she was slapping Tammy silly and the next everything was spinning and she was flat on her back. In an instant her pussy was being violated, spanked and then punched. Debra was helpless and wanted it to end. But it didn’t and Tammy continued to assault her. Debra couldn’t get away from the she-devil in this private hell. She’d been cocky, and bullied and abused Tammy, but now it was she, Debra, who lay in defeat. Losing to Tammy had never occurred to her. She was almost always a winner in life and in competition with other females. And a sore loser when she didn’t. This wasn’t supposed to happen, she thought desperately, and cried bitter tears. Thank God there are no mirrors here, I must look like hell. Tammy had walked away, content to leave her rival alone in her misery. Debra hurt all over, especially her tits and pussy. Her eye felt puffy, her scalp burned. But none of it compared to the emotional pain of being beaten and humiliated by Tammy. The thought of her rival’s sweaty cxnt rubbing across her face made her sick and she furiously rubbed her face clean with a towel. Tammy made it clear that she never wanted to see or hear from Debra again. Debra felt the same way about her. She sat for a long time by the windows looking out over the city. Morning turned to afternoon and eventually Debra got dressed. She wanted badly to shower and wash away the filth and smell of combat but the water was shut off and she had to live with the residue of her defeat. Thankfully there was an elevator and she took it down to the basement. She walked gingerly out the exit to a waiting cab. And went home a beaten woman.
It was obvious now that Debra wanted another fight with her. But did Tammy want to open that box again? “I handed your ass to you and proved that I’m the better woman. We don’t need to fight again.”
“Yes we do”, Debra replied “It could have gone either way and you got lucky. I’m really the better woman and I’ll show you.” It had been a closely fought contest and Debra wanted to get even.
“This isn’t accomplishing anything. We should stay out of each other’s hair and go our separate ways.”
Debra was a dog on a bone. “Don’t be pigheaded. You want to hurt me, too. I can hear it in your voice.”
Tammy did. She loved the idea of tearing into Debra again. “If you were here I’d teach you a lesson in manners. You need to be slapped around again if you think you’re better than me, little girl.” Oh, I didn’t mean to go that far, she thought.
“You arrogant bitch. Give me your address and I’ll meet you in an hour.” Debra was heating up. “I’ll teach you a lesson.
“Oh God, I hate you so much.” Tammy meant it and wanted to Debra to know it.
“Then get off your fat ass and fight me, Miss Piggie.” Debra was laying it on thick, trying to provoke her.
Tammy took the bait and accepted Debra’s challenge: “You’re on, Miss Perfect. Let’s fight!”
The ladies were pretty charged up at this point but too heated to discuss arrangements for their upcoming battle. Empty threats and insults took center stage as the conversation devolved into a catty back and forth. Tammy was getting a headache and had had enough of Debra for one day. As Debra yammered on, Tammy hung up on her. As she sat down and took some aspirin Debra’s final words echoed in her mind: “I’ll get you, bitch!” We’ll see about that, Debra, she reflected. Tammy had an idea or two and would think it over. Once she had a plan in mind she would spring it on Debra. And then they would fight again over who was the better woman.
