L.A. Women, Ch. 2
Daniella’s first six months in Los Angeles were rather uneventful. She had been sent out west from New York to help the advertising firm she worked at develop their L.A. office, and moving to a new office had helped her advance her career. In that moment, L.A. was still an underdeveloped market for ad agencies, and Daniella quickly proved herself equally adept at handling clients and creating campaigns. She was in her 20s—about to cross over from “mid-20s” to “late-20s,” she would occasionally admit to herself—and the full rush of her professional life was still ahead of her, even if that was slightly less true of her personal life. Still ravishingly beautiful, she had long, frizzy hair that was a mixture of blonde and brunette and a face that many a man let their gaze linger on, with full cheeks, big brown eyes, and luscious lips that always seemed on the verge of a big smile. Her body was just as spectacular. She was just a bit below medium height for a woman, and she had great firm breasts, a flat stomach, and wide, strong hips and backside. Many a woman let their gaze fall on her, too, albeit for different reasons. All her adult life, other women had directed their ire toward Dani, and once she embraced that, in college, she had come to love it and to see it as part of her femininity. She lived in a world where female competition was seen as healthy and natural, and the actual fighting that came with it made Dani feel more complete. She had not been in any fights in her first six months in Los Angeles, though, which was actually okay with her. At the end of her time in New York, she had become involved in a tremendous feud with a woman named Debleena and her daughter, Kaira. They came from a wealthy family and they both developed a real hatred for Dani. Dani and a coworker had first fought two women selected by Debleena to humble Dani in retaliation for Dani’s whipping a friend of Debleena’s at a private boxing match, although it didn’t work out so well for Debleena and Dani and the coworker had triumphed. Dani had then taken a tremendous beating from Kaira in the agency’s office after work one night, but eventually, she got her revenge first on the mother and then, separately, on the daughter, kicking her ass all over one of the most exclusive spas in the city. So, after all of that, and with the pressure to advance her career or remain stuck writing copy, Dani had not gone out of her way to disrupt her tranquility.
But disruption did eventually come for her, as she had known it eventually would, and when it did, it came in the form of a young voluptuous blonde named Anastasia. She had been born in the Soviet Union but her parents, Russian intellectuals who’d been targeted by the state for “counter-revolutionary behavior,” had escaped to the West when Anastasia was only ten. Her parents had settled in Chicago and taught Russian language and literature at Northwestern, and she had grown up thoroughly Americanized, usually going by Stacey rather than Anastasia and losing all traces of her accent and the culture of her childhood. She was gorgeous, with hair that hung down in loose waves, so blonde it was nearly white, and a face that was almost eerily perfect in its structure and the look of disdain she seemed to have on the world around her. She was taller than average, and as a child she had been a champion figure skater, but upon beginning adult her femininity had blossomed to the point that competitive figure skating, with its strict demands of thinness, was no longer viable for her. She had massive breasts and, although she had no belly or noticeable fat, it was impossible to look at her lower body and not see the power contained there. Stacey was the kind of woman everyone paid attention to, just as Dani was, and both women were aware of the inevitable conclusion to their meeting.
Stacey, it seemed, had done everything she could to bring such a confrontation to its head. She had met one of the agency’s managers at an L.A. party, and after that, she had been hired as his secretary. But, she seemed to spend most of the day just being around the office, simultaneously everywhere and nowhere. It was as if everything about her was calculated to swing in the opposite direction of her childhood in the USSR. She was outspoken, commenting on everything and everyone in the office, and most of it was critical, and a lot of that criticism was directed at the women in the office. In particular the younger, more attractive women, and Dani was the recipient of more of it than most. Stacey had opinions on how the other women dressed, and whether their boyfriend was rich enough, and how they ate, and where they were from. She spoke loudly, all the time, and the more passionate she was about something, the louder her voice and the more she swung her arms about. Her hair and her makeup were always top tier, and her dresses were a bit too expensive for her secretarial job, even allowing that her boss was probably paying for some of them. They always showed off her magnificent cleavage and her sweeping, powerful legs, too, and she had a habit of sitting on someone else’s desk while she was holding court, so that everyone could get a good look at her strong thighs and broad chest. More than once, she held court about how other women were always jealous of her and how she had put them in their place. On one of these occasions, Dani was carrying some files across the open office while Stacey described her beating up one of her erstwhile rivals, and the Russian blonde fixed her eyes on the Latina while she did. And then, a few days after that, one of the other secretaries told Dani that Stacey had shared that she had heard about Dani’s fights with Kaira and that she doubted that this other “skinny rich bitch” had been that tough and that, therefore, she doubted that Dani’s reputation as a fighter was anything to get worked up over.
Some of the younger women in the office, including Stacey, were going to a party the next weekend, and Dani made sure to get the address. Saturday afternoon, she put on her most flattering bikini, a yellow number that made her tits and ass look pretty great, she knew, did her hair and her makeup, and drove across town from her house in Culver City to Los Feliz, just south of the Griffith Observatory, and parked in front of what seemed like a very immodest house or a modest mansion. She hadn’t been invited, exactly, but the owner of the house, a middle-aged bachelor who threw a lot of parties for single twenty-something professionals who were new in town, greeted her very, very warmly at the door and brought her right in. Dani moved through the house, making note of what seemed like multiple living rooms to the right of the foyer, and moved left through the dining room and the kitchen, where she took a bottle of beer, to the back yard, where most of the guests were gathered around the pool. And there she found Stacey holding court. She was wearing a red bikini and her hair and makeup were in high form and, Dani knew, she looked great. And she looked like a very tough opponent, too. She was taller than Dani, and very solid without being fat, and she would be very strong. Dani knew intuitively that her talk about fighting was not bluster, either. She would be very familiar with taking a punch to the face and getting her hair pulled, her breasts squeezed, and very familiar with how to dole out such punishment as well.
The Russian and the Latina made eye contact right away and smiled maliciously at each other. Stacey was sitting with a few girls from the office and a few young men on chaise lounge chairs by the pool. And she was being just as loud and obnoxious as ever. Dani sat down with them, taking note of the guys’ appreciative glances at her and of the girls’ looking back and forth between her and Stacey. Stacey and Dani glanced at each other, evaluating each other’s hair and makeup, faces, bodies, Dani thinking of what she would soon to do to this other woman and the punishment she would inevitably endure in return, win or lose. Soon enough, Stacey directed the conversation toward catfighting, as Dani had known she would. She said that whenever she moved, or changed jobs, or joined a new group of friends, some women had a problem with her and she had to “pick one out and put her in her place,” as she put it, staring at Dani as she said it. Stacey then went into a detailed description of a woman at her previous job, an older woman in her thirties who was jealous of her, and how Stacey had kicked her ass in front of everyone.
“And what do you think of the women in our office?” Dani asked, in her raspy voice.
“I could beat up any of the women there, no problem,” Stacey answered, coldly. “Do you want to put it to the test?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Dani told her.
The young men and the young women sitting with them seemed very excited by the prospect. Stacey went to find the homeowner, who thought it was such a splendid idea that he and a few others put together a pot, 750 dollars for the winner and 250 for the loser, as a little extra incentive. And with that, a few minutes later, Dani and Stacey were standing in the back yard of the mansion, the grass dry under Dani’s bare feet. To Dani’s left was the pool, to her right the crowd of guests and the owners. And in front of her was her opponent, the voluptuous blonde. The mansion was at Stacey’s back and there were random individual trees, none very large, around the lawn. The two women were glaring at each other, both of them ready to finally fight. Dani was ready to charge at her, but first Stacey reached behind her back and untied her bikini top and tossed it aside.
“A proper topless catfight?” Stacey asked.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson, girl,” Dani answered, and then, smirking, she tossed her own top into their audience.
Dani’s bust was very impressive, the twin spheres of her breasts sitting high and firm on her chest, topped by large areolae and her long nipples. But Stacey’s bust was something else. Enormous breasts that sagged, but not nearly enough, without the support of her top, and with areolae that were just as impossibly perfect as the breasts themselves. Dani stared at the other woman’s breasts, thinking of the damage she was going to do to them, and Stacey did the same to hers, and then the blonde gave hers a shake, taunting her. And at that, the two women charged at each other. Their initial contact was no skill exchange, no display of boxing or grappling, but rather two powerful women who just crashed into each other. They struck at a fast trot with the hard thud of two great cats, one a Siberian tiger and the other a panther, slamming into each other and Dani found herself being driven over backwards and onto her back in the lawn. The bigger blonde was on top of her and immediately both of them were yanking furiously on each other’s hair and thrashing about, curvaceous bodies pressed together. Dani yelped as her hair was pulled and she gripped the blonde’s and pulled as hard as she could and she felt good with the cry of pain she got in response. The weight and the strength of the other woman was on top of her, pinning her down, and Dani thrashed and bucked her hips and eventually rolled her over. As Dani came over on top she tried to plant herself, bracing on her knees, but the Russian girl was strong and the two of them rolled over again. And then they went over again and Dani felt concrete instead of grass on her back and then they were in the pool.
They were in the shallow end of the pool and both women got their footing under them right away. The water was about waist high and they both pushed their hair back out of their faces and got themselves turned toward each other. Dani lashed out first with an open-handed slap across Stacey’s face that sent her wet hair snapping through the air. But then Stacey got her right back, also with an open hand, that sounded like a whipcrack in the dry air. The force of it turned Dani halfway around and the bigger blonde immediately seized her by the hair and dunked her underwater. Dani found herself being held underwater as the blonde pushed down on her head. But, right away she reached back and got hold of the other girl’s legs and pulled them out from under her. Stacey tried to maintain her grip on Dani’s hair but soon enough found herself going under as well as she lost her balance. In their thrashing about in the pool they ended up chest to chest, clinching at each other, both of them gasping for air. They pushed and strained against each other like that and turned about in the shallow end. Back and forth they went. They got loose of each other and slapped each other and then came back together in a clinch. This time, Dani threw her legs around Stacey’s waist while simultaneously pulling down on her head, trying to get her underwater. The blonde panicked and hit Dani in the ribs with her fists as she found herself being scissored and held underwater, but then she got Dani by the hair on the back of her head and pulling on it and lowering herself she brought of them underwater. In response, Dani gave up the hold and the two of them separated. Dani got herself above water first and as that beautiful blonde face came out of the water Dani slammed her fist into her face. The other girl took the punch unawares and she was rocked. Dani tried to capitalize with more punches but the water impeded her and Stacey lurched back and away from her. The busty Russian was close to the steps and she cautiously went up and out of the pool. Dani followed her.
The beauties were back on the lawn now and they circled each other, gorgeous bodies glistening, hair drenched and hanging down straight, their makeup running and smeared. Dani slapped Stacey across the face and received a punch into her bosom in response. Grunting in pain, she slugged the blonde right back, sending her back a step, rubbing her boob, and then the women surged forward and grappled with each other. Both of them seized hold of each other’s hair and pulled with all their strength. Slowly, they turned in a circle, pulling and tugging on each other’s hair, first yanking back so that they came together, chest to chest, both of them their heads tilted up and back, and then pulling forward and down until both were bent over at the waist. Again and again they spun each other about, going back and forth, to the applause of the crowd. It was like Dani’s scalp was on fire and she redoubled her efforts on the blonde’s locks. Looking to break the stalemate, Dani suddenly yanked the Russian bitch forward and slammed her knee upward. She was aiming for the face but instead she caught her on the elbow. The move left Dani unbalanced and the bigger girl took advantage, yanking her to the side and, once Dani’s momentum was going that way, driving her down to the ground. Dani landed in a heap and the other girl crashed on top of her. The impact stunned Dani and she found herself turned onto her back and the blonde attempting to straddle her. Knowing the beating she would take if she got pinned under the bigger girl, Dani fought back with all she had. With her right hand she latched onto the huge boob dangling over her face, sinking her fingers deep into the feminine orb and squeezing with all the strength in her grip. And with her left, Dani got hold of the blonde hair on the side of the girl’s head and pulled down, twisting her head to the side. Her opponent squealed and snarled in pain and rage. In retaliation, she slammed both of her hands down onto Dani’s tits, digging in and kneading the flesh like dough. Dani howled in response, part of her glad that the other girl wasn’t punching her face and part of her wishing she was doing anything to her besides mauling her like she was. Soon enough both girls were whimpering as much as they were snarling at each other. Dani let go of the hair in her left hand latched onto the other boob, giving as good as she was getting. They stared into each other’s eyes in their hatred and then both closed their eyes as the pain grew worse. It was like Dani’s entire chest was caught in some industrial vice and she could only hope the Russian bitch felt the same.
Evidently she did, as soon enough Stacey let go and grabbed at Dani’s hands. When she did, she was focused entirely on the hands on her chest and Dani took advantage to buck her hips up and roll her over. Dani tried to get on top of her but in their wetness the other girl slithered loose. As she did, she turned away, and now Dani was behind her. She clung to the other girl’s back and got one leg in between hers and so tripped her down to the ground. The big blonde landed hard, but she quickly pressed herself up to her hands and knees. Thinking that she had her now, and knew where she was vulnerable, Dani clasped her legs together, aiming to trap Stacey’s one leg between hers, and reaching around, she latched onto those huge breasts with both hands. She pulled and squeezed them and then, finding her nipples, she pinched as hard as she could with her thumbs and forefingers, imagining that she was smashing the big rubbery nipples with pliers. The blonde screamed in pain and Dani thought she had her then. But instead, the woman under her seemed to explode in violence. Despite the weight of the Latina beauty on her back and the grip on her assets, the Russian powered up onto her knees rather than collapsing facedown in the grass. She ripped the hands off her chest and then, twisting herself and reaching back, she seized hold of Dani by the hair and pulled her forward with impossible strength. Dani somehow found herself flung to the ground and lying on her back with the bigger girl standing over her. She was looking up at the massive jutting breasts and the strong legs and hips and arms and then she knew what was coming. Dani tried to roll clear but a vicious kick took her in the side. It hurt her badly and she put her arms up in defense but the next one slammed into her face and put her on her back again. Her arms had taken part of the impact but she was still hurting.
“Oh, what’s the matter?” Stacey asked, standing over the prostate Latina. “I thought you were the big bad bitch? Going to teach me a lesson?” Stacey reached down and pulled Dani up by her hair just to slap her across the face and knock her down again. “Not the queen bee anymore. Old and saggy and weak.”
So saying, Stacey pulled Dani up by the hair again. Dani hit her in the stomach but still she found herself dragged up and a headlock slapped on. Stacey had it on tight, her arm up against Dani’s throat and her other hand in her hair. She dragged Dani forward and in a circle around the lawn, parading her and asking the audience if they liked what they saw. Dani pulled at the arm around her neck and grunted and hit her in the back but the blonde kept playing it up for the crowd. That massive breast was pushing against Dani’s face and she turned into it as best she could and bit down. Stacey yelped with pain and slammed her fist into Dani’s face. She kept the bite as well as she could but with more punching she lost her bite and stumbled down to one knee. The other girl swore at her and yanked her back up to her feet and began stumbling forward with her, toward the house. She called for someone to open the glass door in front of them and then she propelled Dani through the doorway and into the hallway, turning her loose as they hit the threshold. Dani went through the doorway and bounced off the hallway and landed at the bottom of a set of stairs. Stacey came through the doorway after her, violence in her eyes, and Dani somehow made herself rise to her hands and knees. There was a closet next to her and as the other woman drew near, Dani slammed the closet door open, striking her hard. Stacey grunted and Dani could hear her stumble backward, swearing at her, and she using the wall she pushed herself up to her feet. Just as she readied herself the blonde was on her.
The two women crashed together again. Arms wrapped around necks, their bruised and wet bodies pressed together, they struggled in the short hallway. Stacey pulled at Dani’s hair and hit her in the side with her fist, short, hard shots into her ribs, and Dani repaid the blows by gripping her hair and slamming her head into the wall. Again. And again. Now, the bigger blonde went loose in Dani’s grip and moaned, and Dani was ready to hurt her. She had her left arm around the Russian’s back and with her right, she punched her in the stomach over and over. The blonde grunted and leaned forward with the blows and Dani slammed her fist up into her breast. Then she gripped the huge breast in her right hand and crushed it with all she had. Their faces were only a few inches from each other and Dani could see the rage in the other girl’s eyes. Stacey’s right arm was pinned between Dani’s back and the wall, so with her left she tried to pull her hand off her prized assets but it was no good. Groaning deep in her throat, Stacey punched Dani in the stomach and then nailed her in the crotch. All the strength dropped out of her body and she immediately let go of the breast and covered herself with her right hand, leaving herself open to the fist into the face that came next. Dani slumped back against the wall and Stacey maneuvered herself in front of her and smashed her knee into Dani’s chest as she went down. It caught her right on the boob and she groaned in pain, hurting, but still she managed to wrap her arms around the knee before Stacey could pull it back. Stacey was hitting her on the top of the head but Dani twisted herself and pulled down and got the blonde toppling over.
The girl landed hard on the tile flooring and lay stunned. Dani was still hurting badly and now she had the bigger Russian partially on top of her as she lay prone on the floor. For what seemed like forever, both of them were still. Dani could hear their audience gathering at the door behind her and coming through the house to the entryway in front of her, but it felt like it was coming from some distant place. Finally, she let go of the leg and began sliding up the other woman’s body, turning her over, and then they began catfighting again. Dani was on top of Stacey and both of them were pulling hair and slapping at each other. Their huge breasts were pushed up on their chests as well as out to the sides, under their arms. Dani received a bite on her shoulder and she repaid it in kind. She could feel the bigger, stronger woman under her trying to turn her over but there was little room in the hallway and she kept her position. But she could not do a lot of damage lying flat like this, either, and so she raised her hips up and slammed her knee up at Stacey’s crotch. It felt like she struck home, and the girl under her groaned in pain and bit her again in response. But when Dani went to repeat the strike, she instead bounced her knee off the hard tile of the floor. Reflexively, she tried to sit up and hold her aching knee, which left her vulnerable. The bottom of the stairs was next to Dani and Stacey grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to the side and hit her head against the metal railing. The next thing Dani knew, she was being dragged through the foyer by the hair on her hands and knees. They went past the front door and toward the living room to their left. There, Stacey hauled Dani upright on her knees and slammed her face against the corner of the doorway and held her there.
“Let’s see how you like getting your titty smashed,” she gasped.
And with that, Stacey reached down and pressed Dani’s right boob against the corner of the doorway. Dani moaned, panicking now, and pushed against the wall with her hands. The girls struggled like that but then Stacey slammed her knee up and into the wall. At the last instant, Dani had wriggled free of her grip and made her miss. The blonde was standing next to her, leaning against the wall, holding her knee, and Dani knew what to do. Reaching up between her legs, she seized hold of her lips there and pinched through the bikini bottoms. Stacey shrieked, more in surprise than debilitating pain, probably, but Dani had what she needed. Stacey bent over, looking to protect her crotch and her knee, and Dani raised up and slugged her in the face with her left fist. That straightened the blonde up and Dani came up with her and, standing in front of her, nailed her across the face with right fist and her left again. The punches sent that gorgeous blonde hair whipping through the air as her head spun one way then the other. The great Latina fighter was breathing hard now and, with her opponent teetering in front of her, she sucked in a great chestful of air and got ready to slug her with a knockout punch. But before she could, the busty Russian lunged for her. Dani found herself driven back into the wall by the larger woman’s strength and size. They struggled there for a bit and then Dani broke free. She slipped under Stacey’s arm and got behind her and then, clasping her arms around her waist, Dani twisted and flung her backwards with all she had. The move caught the battered woman by surprise and she went flying into the short wall at the base of the stairs. There was a bench there, where the guests had taken off the shoes, and Stacey crashed into it, hitting her hip against the wooden arm. Then, she slid down to the floor, sitting on her ass with her back against the wall, staring blankly up at her.
Dani stood her with her hands on hips. She looked tremendous. Her hair and makeup, so carefully crafted for the evening, was ruined from the pool and then, of course, the catfight itself. And her face, her spectacular chest, her stomach and her sides, even her thighs, all were red and bruising from the punishment meted out by the Russian beauty. But her feminine pulchritude shown through all the same. Her face, her body, her hands. Her bosom heaved as she gulped in air. The desire for violence and competition on her face, to hurt this other woman, who was below her right now. She could feel the eyes of their audience on her and it felt good.
“Who’s weak now, you dumb slut?” Dani asked in her usual raspy voice.
And she stepped forward and bent down, reaching for the blonde hair with her left hand and drawing back her right fist. But she had taken too long, and the other girl had recovered. When Dani got in range, Stacey slugged her with a straight punch into the pit of her stomach. Lurching backward, gagging, Dani hit her back against the wall by the door, which was curved, and hitting it she found herself sliding. Her opponent was now rising from the bench with menace in mind for her and Dani made herself scramble back up to her feet. The two of them stood in the foyer, facing each other, bruised and battered, hands clenched into fists, while their audience was gathered at each of the doorways into the space. Wordless, lips curled into snarls, the two women smashed into each other with a sick thwack. Fists slammed into bodies, hair was pulled, and they spun each other in circles and then broke apart again. Dani went flying into the front door of the house and rebounded off it back toward her opponent. The blonde went to catch her but Dani slipped through her grasp and ended up in the hallway where they had first entered from the back yard. The bigger Russian girl came at her with a smile on her face, thinking she had cornered the shorter Latina. Dani tensed herself and then as her opponent got near she launched herself forward with everything she had. Her shoulder caught the other girl in the chest and Dani wrapped her arms around the girl’s waist and drove her down onto the ground. Dani hit hard, too, and the force of it threw her clear, sending her rolling all the way to the front door. She lay stunned and then, expecting herself to be kicked or have her hair pulled at any second, she made herself sit up and defend herself.
But, when she did, Dani found that the other girl was hurting as much as she was. Stacey was on her hands and knees, staring at Dani, breathing hard, with a pained expression on her face. Dani came up to her hands and knees, too, and they were like two great cats eyeing each other, their hair and voluptuous breasts dangling, muscles aching but still ready to go. Dani came up to her feet first and set herself, fists ready, and Stacey mirrored her, but moving more slowly. And Dani noticed it and she felt good. Stacey brought her fists up to match Dani and the two women squared off. Stacey threw a left that got Dani on the cheek and Dani nailed her in her breast with a right hand, straight on, and then she got her in the stomach with a left and a right. Stacey grunted and lurched forward, reaching out to grab Dani and wrestle with her. Rather than try to evade her in the small space, Dani came forward too, and she threw uppercuts into Stacey’s great breasts, hurting her more. The blonde got her arms around her but Dani kept hitting her, throwing rights into her side while she pulled her hair with her left. Stacey drove Dani back and she hit hard against the wooden front door. It hurt her but Dani kept fighting. She was pinned to the door but before the other girl could do anything to take advantage of the position, Dani seized hold of her hair on the back of her head and pulled down with all she had. Stacey’s head was yanked backward so that she was staring up at the ceiling and she cried out in pain and shock. She was trying to get hold of Dani’s hair but Dani got her foot behind hers and pulling her backward she tripped her and put her down on the floor. Now, standing over the blonde, she had her good. The beautiful Latina planted a foot on either side of her and pounded away with her fists, hitting her in the head, the side, the breasts, the stomach, whatever was available. At first the bigger Russian tried to reach up and get hold of her, her arms or her hair, but Dani kept punching and she soon enough covered up.
“What, you done, bitch?” Dani asked, still over her.
“Fuck you,” Stacey gasped. She stirred, pushing at Dani’s legs and trying to rise.
“Okay, then,” Dani answered.
She pulled Stacey up by her hair and drove her, face and bosom first, into the front door. She hit with a crash and slid, moaning, down to her knees, her forehead against the door. Dani stayed on her. She slammed into her, driving her knee into the middle of her back, pinning her in place, and then she took her by the hair and pressed her face against the door. The other side of her face, Dani punched over and over. Short punches, careful that Stacey not get out of the way so that she’d smash her hand against the wood, but soon enough all of that side of Stacey’s face was bright red. Then Dani took her knuckles and ground them into her eye. The blonde howled in pain and pushed against the door with all she had. She got loose, sending Dani stumbling back, but rather than get to her feet she just sort of settled down on the floor again. She was done, Dani saw, but she wasn’t admitting to it, which was fine with the buxom Latina. She didn’t feel like they were done, either. Dani pulled her to her feet and pushed her against the door and, holding there with her left hand across her throat, she slammed punch after punch into her stomach. The other girl tried to ward off the punches, holding her arms over herself or pushing against Dani’s face, but to no avail. Dani hit her again and again until there was blood smeared across her mouth and nose and everything was one big bruise. When she felt the last of the fight had been drained out of the girl, Dani pulled her off the door and got her in a headlock. She pulled her head in tight against the mighty swell of her bosom and hit her in the forehead a few times. Then, Dani saw what she was going to do next. There was a dining room with a wide doorframe to the left as you entered the front door of the house. She nodded for the two young men standing there to move out of the way and then she dashed forward, still holding the blonde’s head in chancery, and as they went through the doorway Dani slammed her against the doorway. It must have felt to the blonde like the end of everything, but it wasn’t, not as far as Dani was concerned. There was one thing coming still, and as she eyed the long dining table Dani thought of her fight against Kaira in the Abraham & Weiner offices. Still holding the blonde in the headlock, she dragged her over to the table and pushed her down to her knees.
“We’ll see who gets punished,” she hissed.
And with that, Dani shoved Stacey forward so that her enormous breasts were rubbing on the edge of the table. The flesh swelled up and around the hard wooden edges of the table and Stacey began howling with pain. Her hands were free and she began pushing against the table but Dani held her in place, the stronger woman now. With right hand, she held her head in place, and with the left she began pounding on the tit flesh that was oozing up onto the top of the table. Immediately, Stacey began screaming for her to stop.
“What’s that? You don’t want your tits smashed? Like you were going to do to me?” Dani asked, yelling right into her ear.
“Please stop,” Stacey gasped, choking on her tears now. “You win.”
“Are you going to quit your job on Monday?”
“Yes, yes, I’ll quit. Just please let me go.”
“Damn right,” Dani said, releasing her. The blonde dropped down to the floor and curled up, covering her chest and face. Turning, Dani saw that the rest of the party had pressed into the dining room. Slowly, limping, she started pushing her way past them, then she stopped and turned back to the other woman and said, “Anytime you want to fight again, bitch, you know where I work.”
Dani collected her 750 dollars from the very excited and appreciative host and, very slowly and very painfully, drove herself home. She spent the next day, Sunday, mostly in her bathtub with a beer in one hand and an ice pack in the other, thinking of the money she’d just made, and she began to think that there might be a market for this kind of healthy competition in L.A.
