Mad Women, Ch. 7
This is a work of fantasy and the human imagination.
On a hot Friday night, in the stillness of the empty office of the Abraham and Weiner advertising agency, the two young women of them stepped into the two sides of the kitchenette that divided the Creative and Accounts sections of the office. Both Dani and Kaira were still wearing their blouses and skirts from the workday, both wearing tight clothing that put their feminine bodies on display, proudly. Neither felt the need to hide who she was, to pretend to be weak or demure or sexless. Kaira was in all black, which somehow put the spotlight on her caramel skin, and Dani was in a red blouse and a black skirt. They stopped moving toward each other and slipped off their heels, stepping onto the cool hard floor of the kitchen in their stocking feet, toes gripping the tile floor in their eagerness to fight. Dani was a few years older than Kaira and about an inch taller, and she had light brown hair that turned nearly golden at the tips, hanging down past her shoulder, slightly frizzy as it almost always was. She was a great beauty with a face that always seemed full of life, full cheeks and lips, a small nose that turned up at the end, and deep brown eyes. Her family was from Colombia, and she had inherited their robust complexion and figure, with full breasts and strong hips, and she had strong arms and legs. Kaira was also a great beauty, but her face seemed like it was chiseled from stone, more an abstraction of the idea of womanhood than a real person, with narrow eyes and features that would be considered harsh if not so perfectly formed. Her mother was Indian, also a stunning beauty, and her father white, and her skin was darker than her opponent’s, her hair pitch black and perfectly straight. Her body was more slender than Dani’s in the shoulders and hips, giving her a somewhat less sturdy appearance, but she had enormous breasts, considerably larger than Dani’s, even, and as they stared at each Dani wondered what it would feel like to hurt her there, to squeeze and punch them. She was going to find out. As they stared at each other these last few seconds before joining, they slid off earrings and rings and set them on the kitchen counter. Beads of sweat were forming along their neckline and trickling down their shirts.
That night was the middle of June. Dani and Anna had recovered relatively quickly from their two-on-two catfight at the Watt family’s beach house in the Hamptons, where, over Memorial Day Weekend they had beaten two women chosen by Kaira’s mother, Debleena, who had gone to no small effort to make Dani miserable after Dani had beaten her friend Amalia in a topless boxing match. True to her word, Debleena had agreed that she would fight Dani and her daughter would fight Anna. The catfights would take place at their estate again, this time with no audience, on the July 4th weekend. Initially, Dani and Anna had just gone back to work at the Madison Avenue agency after returning from the Hamptons, walking a little stiffly and sporting some bruises, but nothing that wasn’t faded in a few days. Kaira had been given a do-nothing job at the agency because of her father’s importance in the city, and she’d been assigned to Anna as an assistant who would never actually assist her with anything. But about a week ago, Kaira had finished her semester exams and had started showing up at actual meetings. Even worse, she had crossed over to Creative, Dani’s side of the office, from the accounting desk she had been assigned to, and then, worst of all, as far as Dani was concerned, she started expressing opinions about their actual ad campaigns at these meetings. They had made up artwork for a cereal campaign and Kaira said the children were too fat-looking and needed to be more aspirational, not realistic; their boss agreed and told the artists to redo it. That had been on Monday. By Wednesday, Kaira had torpedoed two pitches at meetings that she hadn’t even been invited to. Dani had been at all three of these and had watched the men just agree and stare at her.
And then there had been today’s meeting. It was to plan a small campaign for the agency itself, with a few promo shots of employees to run alongside copy highlighting their major campaigns for the year—it was material for a flier they sent to current and potential customers every year. Dani had been there with a few other writers; her boss, the head of Creative was there; a few people from accounting; and Kaira, who had sat herself down right in the middle of the conference table even though there was no conceivable reason for her to have been invited. And this time, Dani had had enough, and she called her on it. Or rather, she turned to her boss, who had given her a ride to the Watts’ house in the Hamptons and watched Dani and another employee fight two friends, or at least allies, of Kaira’s mother, why she was at the meeting.
“I think she’s proven that she has something to contribute. Don’t you agree, Dani?” he replied.
Dani had grunted and gone back to furiously sketching on her agenda sheet, and then she’d glanced up and into the steely gaze of Kaira. She returned the gaze for several long seconds, and then both young women looked away from each other. Eventually, the meeting itself started, and it went as planned, as they went over the first draft of the accompanying text, the color scheme, and the font for the agency name and the text. At some point, Dani noticed that the top button of Kaira’s blouse had come undone, exposing a bit more of the impossible curve of the girl’s chest, and then she noticed that the men around the table had noticed, too, and that they were not making any secret of it. Things continued normally, until they began discussing the employee photo that would be included in the flier. The plan had been for the four senior execs, standing in a line, and three female employees seated in front of them, carefully positioned to show off some leg in their skirts, of course. Dani was to be the middle of the three women.
“I think that I’d like to be in the picture,” Kaira piped up. “I looked at last year’s, and it could use a little spicing up. I’m just saying.”
Dani would have liked to have been surprised by this, but she wasn’t. “The flier is for employees, honey,” she said, emphasizing that last word. “That means that you actually have to work here to be in it.”
Kaira was about to respond, but Mr. Richard, Dani’s boss, jumped in. “Dani, let it go. Kaira’s on the team, and she’s been making good points all week. And I think that we can all agree that she would be an excellent addition to the company photo. We can make it four girls in the front, right, Carl?” he asked the photographer. “Good. Put her and Dani together in the center. Make sure their knees are touching,” he added, chuckling. “Is that everything?” he asked, rising. “Oh, and Dani, that reminds me. Make sure that you have that rewrite of the Christmas jingle for that grocery store to me by Monday. I think Kaira was right, that whole rhyme scheme just isn’t working. You’ll get it handled, right?” he said, as he and the other men left.
“Sure thing, boss,” Dani said to his back. When she and Kaira were the only two left in the conference room, she hissed “you stupid bitch” at her.
“Have a good weekend,” Kaira replied, loudly, gathering up her blank notepad and her coffee mug, which reminded Dani of Anna’s, somehow. “You should be thankful that I got you the chance to rewrite that poem,” she added. “It was really bad. Now you can make it better.”
“It’s not a poem,” Dani started, then just shook her head. “Just get away from me.”
“No problem. You’ve got a lot to do before you go home tonight,” Kaira said. When she got to the door, she turned back and added, “I think that photo for the advertisement is coming up really soon, so be careful about what you eat this weekend. I’m just saying.” And she locked eyes with Dani.
Dani felt her heart leap up into her throat, and she snapped her pencil in half as her hand clenched up. “What did you say,” she asked, returning the glare.
“Just a little girly advice, bitch,” she answered, and opened the door to leave.
“Hey,” Dani called. “It’s too bad you and your mom chickened out this weekend. It could have been you two we’d danced with instead of those two patsies your mom got out of my trash can.”
“I don’t mingle with the entertainment.”
“I know you’re scared of me. And so is your mom. And what we did to your friends, we’re going to do twice over to you. And Mr. Richard, and your dad, and your dad’s buddies are all going to see you and your mom cry.”
Kaira glared at her some more, and then with a final huff, she said, “Have fun working late tonight, honey,” and left.
Dani sat alone in the conference room and stewed for a while before returning to her desk. Yes, she did have to work late, thanks to that rich bitch. One page after another, she rewrote and tossed and rewrote again the lyrics for the radio jingle, but she was really thinking about Kaira. Her nasty comments during the meeting, the way she’d let the top button of her blouse come undone at just the right moment, her hair, which had been perfect. And, Dani had to be honest, the woman looked extremely lean and fit, excepting, as always, her enormous chest. The later into the afternoon it got, the more Dani was thinking about Kaira and the less she was thinking about her work, until she suddenly realized it was after 4:00 and people were clearing out, but all she had to show for her afternoon was a full trash bin and a pencil she’d nearly chewed in half. She was about to head home when one of the secretaries from the Accounts side brought her a note. It was actually an invitation, printed on high quality stock and inserted into an envelope with little flourishes etched into the front. And inside was the invitation itself, which simply had “Come scare me in the kitchen tonight” written in the center in what Dani had to admit was elegant handwriting.
Now, again, the two young women were facing each other in the kitchenette between the Creative and Accounts sides of the office. Both of them in their stocking feet and their tight skirts and blouses. Smirking, Dani slowly rolled her sleeves up and tucked them up above her elbows, and Kaira matched her.
“I’m going to destroy that pretty face of yours,” Dani said.
“I’m going to spread you out on that conference table and make you cry. Then we’ll see who’s scared.”
Then they both shook out their long hair one last time and threw themselves forward. They slammed together, chest to chest and shoulder to shoulder, in the middle of the narrow center of the kitchen, pushing and straining, arms thrown around each other’s torso, stocking feet digging for purchase on the slick floor. Dani had one instant to process how surprisingly strong this slightly smaller, slightly younger girl was and then she found herself being twisted around and slammed into the counter. The hard edge dug into her back and she groaned and then suddenly Kaira had hold of her hair on the back of her head and was pulling her head back so that she found herself staring up at the ceiling. Desperately, she reached out blindly and got hold of the long black hair of the Indian and responded in kind. Chest to chest and nearly chin to chin, they held each other in place like that, groaning with the effort and the pain. Until suddenly Dani felt a jolt near her waist and heard a crash and Kaira let go of her hair and stumbled away, limping. She’d tried to knee Dani in the groin and instead rammed her knee into the cabinet doors under the counter. Kaira was turned halfway around from her, bent over and holding her knee with both hands, and Dani knew what to do. She seized her by the shoulder with her left hand and, yanking her back toward her, slugged her in the face with her right. She landed the blow right across the girl’s cheekbone, getting her good and square, but rather than collapsing to the floor, Kaira grunted and immediately punched her back. The blow sent Dani stumbling back all the way into the refrigerator and she knew that she had a real woman on her hands.
Still limping, Kaira was slow to follow up, and Dani got her fists up and was backing out of the kitchenette into the Creative offices as her senses came back to her. She threw a left and a right at Kaira’s face but came up short. Kaira threw a right in response, but her leg trembled under the force of it and she went stumbling. As the Indian beauty went by, Dani got her in the face with a left that stood her up straight and then she went to work on her body. She got the other girl in her stomach and threw rights and left into solid meat of her chest, one punch after another into those mounds, and then she got her across the face with her right fist. The punch sent the girl tumbling into a desk and she hit hard and then leaned against it. Dani paused for a moment to see what kind of damage her blows had done, but the caramel-skinned beauty just shook her head and came back at her, with her fists up and her legs steady. Dani met her in a similar stance and they circled each other warily. Dani got her in the face with a left jab, and then did it again and again, popping her in the mouth each time, and Kaira just absorbed each one, and then when she hopped forward for another jab the Indian took it again and clocked her on the side of the head as she did. Dani went stumbling and now the other girl was on her, repaying the shots to her stomach and her chest and then, as she rocked forward, covering herself with her arms, uppercutting her in the face with a vicious shot. Dani went over backwards and crashed into a desk.
She lay there, hurting, and then Kaira seized her by the hair and hauled her to her feet. Dani shoved at her but she was still weak and the other woman hit her across the face with a right and a left. With each blow Dani’s head spun around, making her light brown hair whip back and forth through the air. After the punches, Dani hung upright for an instant and Kaira just charged into her before she could get her arms up to protect herself. The Indian put her shoulder into Dani’s large chest and drove her backwards into the desk and they both went sliding over the top of it, sending pens and staplers and coffee mugs flying, and landed in a heap on the far side. Soon enough they were pulling on each other’s hair and rolling about. When they weren’t pulling hair, they were tugging at each other’s clothes and hitting each other. Dani got on top and ripped open Kaira’s shirt and then the girl rolled her over and returned the favor. Buttons popping off, hisses and snarls. They continued catfighting on the floor, bodies pressed together. While they were lying side by side, Dani grabbed hold of one of her breasts and crushed and mauled it through the bra and the other girl returned the favor. Then they were rolling over each other, slapping faces and banging each other’s heads on the floor. At last, in their tumbling, they rolled apart and staggered to their feet.
They were both breathing hard and sweat was running down their bodies. Their blouses were ruined tatters and they both tossed them aside. Their tight skirts were ripped up the sides and pulled up onto their hips and no longer impeded their legs. Their pantyhose was shredded and ruined, too, and bare legs showed through the open streaks. There was sweat pouring down their feminine bodies, which were bruised and beaten at this point, their massive breasts rose and fell with each deep breath, and their hair was a wet mass that seemed glued to their heads and necks, but both women still had fire in their eyes and rage in their hearts. Dani blew a wad of snot and blood out of her nose and came forward with her fists up and began swinging. Kaira matched her blow for blow. One punch after another landed on faces, stomach, and breasts, and there was no sound except for the dull thud of knuckle on female flesh, grunts of pain, and the honking of traffic on the city streets down below them. The exchanges were even but soon they were slowing down and then they were standing in front of each again, gasping for air. Dani knew that Kaira was going to charge her again and when the other girl tensed herself Dani threw a wild uppercut, putting everything she had into it. But the Indian beauty had faked her out and pulled up and the punch sailed through empty air, pulling Dani off balance. Kaira slammed her knuckles into her stomach and then the other fist into the small of her back and then while Dani was staggered Kaira seized her womanly by the waist and popping her strong hips she tossed Dani backwards. The Latina went over a couch and crashed to the ground on the other side. She was still lying there when Kaira appeared above her. She seized hold of Dani’s bra by the front and hauling her forward she punched her in the face with her other hand again and again until the bra snapped and Dani fell back to the floor.
She was lying on her back, topless now, with her opponent standing over her, holding her bra. Kaira studied the ruined bra like it was an artifact of female conflict and stared down at her and then tossed the bra aside. Putting a foot on either side of Dani’s waist, she lowered herself to sit on her stomach and punish her. But, Dani wasn’t done yet. As the other girl lowered her head, Dani quickly reached up and grabbed hold of her head and, with all her strength, bucking up with her hips, she pulled her forward and over her. The black-haired girl landed awkwardly above Dani’s head and Dani made herself roll up to her hands and knees before her opponent was ready for her. Dani waited like that, her large breasts swinging freely under her, sweat running down every part of her, eyes latched onto her target. And when Kaira came up again and turned to face her, Dani launched herself forward and punched her in the face. It was a mighty blow and it put the girl face down on the floor, but the effort and the violence of it put Dani down next to her. Somehow, as Dani was pushing herself back up, she found the other girl was already stirring too. Kaira was up on her hands and knees and Dani climbed on her back and, reaching around, seized hold of her enormous breasts. She squeezed with everything she had and elicited a shriek of anger and pain as a reward. Her face pressed against the girl’s back, Dani grinned just a little at the sound. Then, suddenly, she felt the other girl somehow rising up to her feet. Looking to hold her down, Dani tried to lock her legs around her waist, but it was too late and the big, sweaty boobs slipped out of her hands and the other girl had spun away from her. Kaira’s bra ripped open as she did and just slid down her body to the floor.
Again, the two female brawlers were facing off on their feet. Both of them were bent forward at the waist, huffing and puffing for breath, eyes half-glazed over with fatigue, bodies glistening with sweat, faces bruised, the exposed breasts of both swaying gently as they stepped away from the desks and out into the open space of the lobby. Dani’s breasts large and firm, her nipples the same sand-brown as her skin, Kaira’s enormous bosom topped by equally enormous nipples that were almost black against the rich golden brown of her skin. They jutted out from her breastbone and hung in the air like they were suspended. Dani was staring at them and then without thinking she flicked out her hand and punched Kaira there, tagging her from the side. Kaira grunted and threw a punch straight into Dani’s own breast and that set off an exchange of punches. No thinking, no effort to defend, just one after another into the chest. After this exchange went on, Kaira began pouring it on, throwing one after another, and Dani was driven back. She switched to Kaira’s face, hitting her with three brutal punches to the mouth, and then she reached out and gripped the Indian beauty by the hair and flung her to the side with all she had. The brown-skinned girl went down, crashing into a dark and slumping to the floor, but even then she immediately began to press herself up again. As she did, Dani lurched forward and threw a kick into her ribs that sent her back into the desk and to the floor. Then Dani stomped her foot down into the middle of her back, and a second time, and that left her flat, face down, the flesh of her enormous bosom pressed out under her armpits. The sight of it encouraged Dani to give her one more stomp into her lower back. Exhausted, Dani slumped backward into the desk behind her and rested there, her ass perched on the desk, hands on her hips, gasping for air as she waited.
“You had enough, bitch?” Dani asked.
And in response, Kaira pushed herself back to her hands and knees. Dani shoved herself off the desk and went to kick her again, but as she got in range, Kaira threw a kick off her own, like a mule, that struck Dani in the pit of her stomach. All the air rushed out of her and she fell over backwards, holding herself. There, she watched as the other girl got to her feet, bracing herself on the desk and first coming to one knee, then up and leaning on the desk with both hands, and then turning to face her. Dani made herself get up in much the same way and she’d just gotten up and raised her fists as the bitch came out at her. For a few seconds it was like a banshee, a whirlwind of punches. Dani covered up and retreated and the blows fell on her forearms but some tagged her on the head and the sides. Then Kaira ran out of energy and Dani responded, hitting her in the face with a left and then throwing a right and a left into her chest. That got her going backwards. Dani followed up, hitting her again in the face, hard, standing her up straight, but when Dani thought she was open for some bodywork Kaira surprised her, catching her on the nose as she came in. The strength of the blow knocked Dani back a step and now both girls were throwing rights and lefts and mashing each other’s faces. There was blood smeared across the face of both of them now, from noses and mouths and cuts, but still they went at it. Finally, out of exhaustion, they fell into a wrestler’s lock-up. Chests and shoulders pressed together, cheek to cheek, each with one arm around the other’s back and the other pulling hair, they strained and pushed against each other. The wonderous lines of each girl’s backside, Kaira’s lean and perfectly spherical in contrast to Dani’s sweeping curves, barely contained in what fabric remained of their skirts, their entire bodies quivering with the effort, sweat glistening on the flesh of their backs. Kaira took her arm away from Dani’s back and began throwing punches up into her stomach, one after another. In response, Dani bit into her shoulder. She’d expected the younger girl to immediately let her loose and try to get away but instead she kept hitting her in the stomach. One punch, then another, landing true, and soon Dani’s torso began jolting up and back with each blow. Now Kaira had a stronger grip on her hair and she was throwing her hips into the stomach punches. Dani had to let go of the bite and tried to hit her back and then she tried to block the punches but to no avail. One punch, then another, rhythmic, strong, slamming into her abdomen.
At last she released her hold on Kaira and tried to get clear but Kaira held onto her with her surprising strength. Dani’s move created more space between them now and Kaira took advantage, throwing brutal uppercuts into Dani’s chest. One punch, then another, strong and rhythmic. Each blow a hard thumping sound of fist into female flesh. Dani was sobbing with fatigue and pain and finally she put everything she had left into an attempt to throw the Indian girl. She gripped her around the back and torqued her hips but her hands just slid weakly over the sweaty skin and she ended up turning herself around. Now she was facing away from the other girl. And Kaira obliged her by seizing hold of her hair and, screaming in rage, ran her forward, face first into the wall. Dani hit hard and just leaned against it and then she found herself spun around and hit across the face with a punch, and another, and another, each one whipping her head about. Then Kaira grabbed her by the hair on the side of her head with her left and went to work with her right fist. Without any fear that Dani could resist her, she pounded on Dani’s face and bosom, hitting her again and again until she was a shell of a woman, propped up by the wall. But the fight wasn’t over yet.
Kaira got her in a headlock and dragged her down the hallway to the conference room and turning her loose sent her stumbling into the room. Dani hit against the big wooden conference table in the center of the room, sending one of the rolling chairs spinning away. Somehow, even now, she turned herself around to face opponent, but she had nothing left with which to attack her or defend herself. Kaira measured her up and punched her with a straight left in the center of her chest and then threw an uppercut right into her face. The final punch sent Dani flopping backward on the table and she lay on her back, stunned. With no remorse or regret on her face, only the rage of female conflict, Kaira circled the table around to the other side. Here, she grasped Dani by the shoulders and dragged her backward so that her head hung off the edge of the table. Then, Kaira took her hair in her left hand, all of it, by the back, and pulling down, hard, held her in place, and with her right hand she smacked her open-handed across the face. Forehands and backhands, on the sides of her face, over and over, until Dani stopped moving altogether and just let out a vague moan with each blow. Then Kaira moved to her chest, striking her with her open palm, no mere slaps but great driving chops she brought straight down. With each hit, Dani’s large breasts shook and wobbled and immediately the welts began forming, like she’d been lashed. Kaira continued with this until Dani began making a sound that was something like a sob. Then, she spun her victim around so that she was lying lengthwise on the table and she climbed up with her. Squatting, the great beauty lowered herself so that she was sitting on her face, with her arms pinned under her strong thighs, and she began punching the Latina’s breasts and stomach. With what little she had left, Dani tried to twist herself to roll the other girl off of her, but it was impossible. Kaira punched again and again and again until the girl pinned under her was not resisting at all. Then she began squeezing and gouging her breasts, digging her fingers into the firm mounds, mauling her, and pulling and pinching her nipples. Finally, after some unknown amount of time had passed, Kaira stopped attacking her and sat perched on her face, victorious, completely. Her black hair was plastered to her neck and shoulders, she was covered in bruises, and rivers of sweat poured down her magnificent female body. She just sat there, great bosom heaving with her deep breaths, a look of tremendous satisfaction on her dark, beautiful face, and then she rolled off of Dani and walked out of the conference room, leaving the beaten woman behind her.
