based on a fight with the talented Anne whose husband also writes for this site, this is the latest in the Peccavi saga 
“These bitches give me the shits" I muttered as I sat at my desk. IT had been a bad morning already, the C T A was stuffed- there isn’t another word to describe standing on a packed L train when first the airconditioning breaks down in high summer then there’s a signal failure that leaves you standing pressed like a sardine against other office workers for 20 minutes before the train gets going again. And of course everyone was in a foul temper. I’d like to shoot the whole of the Department of Transport. Nah that would be too easy, they should catch the L themselves.
So when I got to the office I was in a bad temper and I knew it showed..........
And that made me only more antsy. I had already been counselled about my temper. Hell, after beating that trash Desiree I was lucky only to be counselled. The HR Department took me apart- making it very clear that I wouldn’t be a supervisor unless I had better ‘anger management skills’, they didn’t want to know that it was she who caused the fight , they didn’t even want to hear the other girls who would back me up, no those HR people in their little ivory tower said it was my responsibility as a supervisor to keep my cool to be patient to be tolerant to make the office function properly.. Stuff that- it takes two to tango and if the others wouldn’t do it right then how was I supposed to..
And just when I thought that nothing else bad could happen, there was Anne Foxe. To start with, she’s a friend of Desiree, a huge strike against her. But I know, I know, I have to work on my attitude, so I tried. But the big thing about her is her attitude – it’s all bad. Maybe I could have been nice and figured out what the problem was or maybe come up with some way to encourage her but hell, I knew what the problem was. It was all in her head. She hated me and really hated the idea that I was a supervisor to someone who was the typical middle class ever so nice person who thought she shitted ice cream and thought that I was a piece of low life.
What we had to do was validate the invoices. The way we do it, which is a shitty way to do it and it definitely needs improvement or scraping, is to take all the invoices, which come from incompatable systems and match them up against the physical inventory. It’s a fucked up job involving lots of trial and e. If we match the two up then we can issue an invoice for payment.
I hardly said a word to her – just asked her to get and do a bit of work and then she stares at me. She mouths "B.I.T.C.H" to me across the office floor and I just knew she hoped everyone saw it. And then the icon for intra office email appears on my screen and its from her. I just know she’s typing some crap. I glare at her "If you’ve got something to say Mrs Foxe, then tell the office, don’t keep it to yourself"
I heard Foxe stage whisper "I really hate that bitch" to her friend Julie. I was so sure she meant me to hear. I glanced up at her and she smiled smugly. I was so sure this bitch was plotting some sort of revenge to get even for Desiree.. She wanted me sacked or at least demoted. I almost had with Desiree too.
They were playing me along, nudging each other, whispering. Something had to give. And now it seemed it would. Anne walked towards me, she sat on my desk lifting up her short skirt showing her legs off, and showing her tits off too, she had the two top buttons undone. The bitch flaunted her body to all the people around. She slammed the file I’d given her down on my desk. About 20 invoices some multiple pages fell on the floor. I’d have to clean that up. "Sort this crap out yourself bitch, you may think you have the power to make me to do it but after what you did to Desiree you can stick any co-operation from me...let's see how you explain this to your boss, I bet they would like to see how your authority round here is worth pig shit now."
I blanched. I didn’t need this stuff." Why is it" I muttered , "why is it that everyone picks on me? I looked round the room.. I would get no sympathy here, not among the girls- they resent me, not among the guys- they all prefer the sexy MILF Ms Foxe to dumpy Jenn. But then I didn’t need sympathy, and I didn’t need people to like me, its better to be feared then loved. That was something I had learned from Renaissance studies and now was the time to apply it.. Still, it hurt me that I had to do so much so often. But, though it hurt my body to fight, and I had the scars to show the hurt I had endured, it made me hot, it made me high and I could already feel that tingling in the spine that I got when I was about to fight, that rush of excitement, of –yeah tell it for what it is- sexual heat that is even better then real sex.
I turned to Anne.... "Look, I do my share, indeed I do more then my share- apart from this morning when a few of us were late because the CTA broke down yet again, I’m here first and I leave last and I do more then my workload. I do more then most of you- now don’t get me wrong, I am not saying you girls should do more or that you are slack, I guess I should do more , after all I get paid a bit more. But Ms Foxe its no way to work to dump the shit on my desk. We all get it. Its boring, its repetitive, its frustrating but if we are going to make a difference, if we are going to make our company stand out, if we are going to be the company that helps middle America, the farmers, the corner stores the Ma and Pa shops, the small manufacturers who keep their jobs local and don’t ‘outsource’ then we have to do it." I paused, I wasn’t used to making speeches. "And I know some of you girls –and you guys too" I had to include the few men watching –‘feel the same way I do, that this is a way for our country, that we don’t want a low wage service economy. And I hope that you . like me believe that the America that produced the best cars, the best aircraft that fed the world that was the arsenal for democracy ‘ and I thanked my Dad for teaching me all that stuff about FDR ‘ can be a great and fair nation. With plenty of small and thriving businesses."
Then I looked straight at Anne Foxe "and to do that Anne, you and I need to cope with the drudgery, with these accounts, with all this paper work." I stepped towards her and whispered "or are you going to continue to be what you have been todate, a stuck up uncaring bitch. Because if so then I shall do what I did to Desiree. And look where she is today, does whatever I tell her to."
She slid off my desk, stood upright, hitched her skirt down again and started some slow hand clap routine..."Bravo Jenn, bravo, what a speech....you are so full of patriotic crap, I knew I would have to put up with some of this shit when i cam over here to work but you take the prize sweetie"
I knew I had failed to talk sense, I knew- just knew- that there wasn’t much hope for what I wanted, for the company for America for people like my parents and for me. All my dreams all my ideas, all were dust in my mouth. My eyes watered, I blinked, there was no way I wanted anyone to see how close to tears I was.
In a strange way Anne Foxe saved me. She stuck her hands on her hips and glared. There was this tension the whole office know the two of us are going to explode into action at any moment "You may have scared Desiree but rest assured bitch you don't scare me. Come on try and see how i react to your bullying" She stepped closer yet, invading my personal space. I felt her rapid shallow breathing I saw her breasts moving up and down in my rose pink silk blouse. She was daring me to attack her, she knew, damn it she knew alright if I did I was history with the company.
I knew now that this woman wanted a trial of strength, it wasn’t just a case of not wanting to do the hard yards; she wanted to take me on. And for all the excitement a fight gave me, for all the sexual heat I felt before one, I almost shuddered.
It was always like this, other woman always wanted to fight me. Or was it me, was it like my probation officer had said years ago – that I fought because I hadn’t ever learned how to solve problems the way most people do and thought fighting was the only answer, and that I was always far too ready to assume the worst, to think that the woman confronting me was my enemy who I had to squash when perhaps with a few words I could have found she wasn’t my enemy at all, just some one as confused and uncertain as I was.
I shook myself, that was no way to be a supervisor let alone the manager I wanted to be. And like I said earlier Machiavelli wrote, "it is better to be feared then loved" and I thought that I would make this woman, no not just Anne Foxe but the whole of the middle class bitches scared of me, so scared they would do what I told them without question.
I clenched my fists. And, stepping forward so my cotton top brushed against her oh so expensive pink silk blouse and so I could feel her hot panting breath on my cheek- yes she was as turned on as I was, she was aroused too, I said quietly and slowly "I have not bullied you, Anne Foxe and I do not intend to start now. What I have told you to do is to do your work. If you will not do your work as directed then there is an answer, you can leave. This is an official warning, I will have it noted on your HR record unless you now return to your work and do it without any more nonsense. Do not attempt to try my patience woman." I stepped forward an inch or so, my body now pressing against hers.
She held her ground, pressing herself forward. "Get you fat tits off me you bitch, this is physical harassment and I can have you done for this". She brimmed with hatred. "How dare you try and reprimand me, you don't have the authority and you know it Jenn, you need someone from HR here for that and as far as i can see you are so full of shit. I'm not doing that work now or ever, consider yourself persona non grata slut as far as I'm concerned". .She turned, she thought she had put me down. She was right. Once again I wanted to win people over, once again I had failed. And she was so smug.
I was so furious. There seemed nothing that I could say that would get the bitch to do her work. And everything I tried she threw back in my face- from appealing to team spirit to a direct order. Perhaps they were right, those chattering well off bitches from the oh so nice burbs, with their oh so nice families, perhaps they were right when they said I just didn’t have what it takes. But I had got Desiree to do what she was told and I had a lot of other girls who did the same after Desiree was thrashed. And it was odd how after she had been thrashed, Desiree wasn’t just a better worker, more co operative and so on, she actually hung round me a bit, talking to me at the cooler and so on. Yeah, they are right –its better to be feared then loved- fear leads to respect. And in return I helped Desiree and the others out, trying to cover for them when they had a bad day. That’s loyalty, and loyalty is a gift, you give it to those who respect you, who are loyal to you in turn.
And it was respect that Ms Foxe lacked and until she had some, there’d be no loyalty from her lil gaggle of bitches. And it was like those science experiments at high school put a fungus in a petrie dish and see it spread. Her fungus of mistrust, of whispering, of unwillingness to work , of backhat, of just pure bitchiness would spread unless- again like the experiments I introduced something like penicillin
I shook my head "One more try" I muttered through clenched lips as I looked around the room, Desiree and her group- and those loyal to me all along were looking on, I didn’t really put much faith in them, it would only need a tipping point for them to relapse into their bad ways again or be corrupted. But the rest, and there were more of them – the uncommitted and the dam bitches who still loathed me were whispering.
"Anne Foxe" I started "we all have to work. I don’t need HR Permission to tell you to do your work, and that is all I want you to do." I walked around to stand a short distance from her but between her and her desk She had to face me. "Now do it and don’t make any more trouble in this office."
She grabbed my shoulders. "Get out of my way slut or I am going to make you, I said I am not taking any shit from me so the only way you can make me to that work is kinda obvious honey and I don;t think you've got what it takes"...She shoved me hard. I wasn’t expecting that, no that’s not right I was expecting it, I was hoping it wouldn’t come to it. But anyway I wasn’t prepared. And that was stupid of me. She pushed hard, sending me sprawling onto a nearby desk knocking papers and stationery onto the floor, the woman at the desk jumping out of way I nearly crashed into her. I ended up with my back on her desk and my legs in the air. The woman –Gwen- looked astonished.
I was relieved when the bitch finally attacked me, I knew she had been angling for this ever since she came across to my desk- yeah it was but minutes ago but it seemed hours. I knew too she had been trying to provoke me, to make me strike the first blow so she could pretend to be Miss Innocent. Well it hadn’t worked, and I would be able to tell all that it was only in self defence that I turned on the bitch. Yeah I was prepared to sacrifice the advantages I would get, the advantages the Foxe bitch had in striking the first blow.
But the bitch didn’t capitalize on her advantage, the stupid slut stood there, while I –painfully- picked myself up from the desk where she had hurled me. My back hurt where it had dug into a filing basket, which now lay in pieces, the papers in it strewn over the desk.
I didn’t waste any time or energy in abusing the bitch, no I knew better then that. I closed on her, she was much lighter then me and in the confined spaces between the desks she wouldn’t be able to enjoy the speed and mobility advantage I was sure she had. No it would be my weight , my strength , my endurance that would smash this cow. I attacked slapping her face with one hand and jabbing my other fist at her tummy hoping one would work, or even both might.
They hit -both of them hit home- but she lashed back with her own punches one to the side of my face which made my head snap back. The other thankfully missed but it might have been a feint for she grabbed my hair, her nails raking it hard "Ahhhh you bitch, what are you doing, get off me, I didn’t mean to push you it was a mistake" she screamed raking her nails even harder in my scalp
I thought I would get some advantage from my punch but it seemed as if I hadn’t even hit the bitch so quick was her response- well- she was still fresh and perhaps she was stronger then I thought. I grunted at her punch and my hair stung badly I was totally unprepared for her next move, diving onto me and sending me crashing into the desk. That was my tactic that’s what I did But what got me most was her words- she was trying to seem innocent.. "Bitch you caused this you attacked me, you challenged me. And now you’re punching me, now you’re pushing me around , its not mistake you wanted this," I blurted out as the bitch kept raking my hair. I needed to say it for the other staff to hear. And then I pushed as hard as I could against the bitch pushing her and myself away from the desk. My back ached now from both times it had hit the desk. I knew I’d have bruises there tomorrow. Already she had hurt me, already she had me reacting to her, not attacking with any plan. That had to change.
My shove was the start of that change. She was pushed back, as often before I was so glad of those extra pounds when push came to shove. I stood up, I grabbed at her blouse, but she avoided my grasp. So I launched a punch at her chin as I closed on her, it would be me who would shove her back to a desk this time! I didn’t mind that she sidestepped the punch, she was running out of room. I think she realized that when I slammed another punch at her. I heard her gasp as the desk corner stabbed the small of her back She ducked but wasn’t prepared for my knee swinging up towards her tummy.
I knew I had to smash this bitch decisively, just as I had trashed Desiree, once again the words of "The Prince" ran through my mind "its better to be feared then loved" and by god I was going to make this bitch fear me. And not only her but every other bitch in this room.
She grunted as my knee almost winded her but when I followed up she showed she could fight. She blocked my second knee move and still half bent she thrust her shoulders into my thighs. I staggered, off balance with one foot still raised in the air and the bitch tackled me, grabbing my knees and driving hard. She took me down. I sprawled on the floor gasping myself now. She was on top of me in a moment tearing at my blouse with one hadn and punching my face with the other. "Take it bitch" she hissed
I grunted with pain as the bitch slammed her shoulders into my thighs then squealed with shock –almost horror- as she tackled me to the floor.. She was so much tougher then her soft pretty middle class mom exterior showed.. I couldn’t have her finish her straddle, that would be a disaster. She telegraphed another punch as she held my blouse. Well she can have that, I thought it keeps one of her hands away from me. I had to get her off balance before she had that other punch. She shifted her body y weight forwards, "oh yes I've got you now bitch" as she screamed and yanked hard on my blouse.
I vaguely heard the staff twitter and gasp, as this Foxe slut took it to me. Let them! They will know who is boss when this bitch is broken beneath me. Silly bitch! she still hadn’t punched. And now it would be too late. While twisting my body to stop her straddling me properly I rammed my fist into her shoulder using the momentum of the twist move to help me, and aimed to punch my other fist at her tummy, I could have done more damage to her chin if I had hit but the tummy was a bigger and easier target.
Those punches stopped the bitch in her tracks! Yes! And I was going to do so much more too. I looked, she was on her side next to me, and yes, she was jerking my hair and my scalp was on fire but she wasn’t commanding , wasn’t dominating any more. And I had to make sure she wouldn’t again
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I felt rather then saw her swing her legs up, she was trying to scizzor me , but I wasn’t going to have that happen.. Stupid woman, she should have realized how hard it is to scissor someone when they are lying on their side. I raised my own leg as she tried to get one leg over me and aimed it right for her mid section. It hit, and again I heard that delightful sound of air rushing, forced from her lungs. I hoped that now she was properly winded.
I heard the girls and guys in the office cheer for one or other of us. I told myself I didn’t need a cheer squad but it was kinda nice to have one. . IT was a fight that was more then us, it might shape the office, that is if I kept the job for even if I won my job was on the line. And I knew then, yeah even then I just knew that the bitch knew that and she banked on it I jerked my head back, trying to get out of the bitch’s clutches as I again raised my knee to her gut, If I got her this time I thought I would end the fight now.
But I didn’t, she guessed what I was going to do and brought her own leg up blocking my move. I was sure it hurt her. She yanked at my hair pulling me close and we swiveled around on the floor for a long minute. We broke apart, she got to her knees and before I got up she raised her knee into my chest. That hurt so much I can feel it to this day! She tore at my blouse and then at my bra, twisting my left tit with her fingers under my bra. And again she slammed her knee into me.
I don’t know, I still don’t know even now why the hell I didn’t get to my knees when the Foxe bitch got to hers. I can only think my brain must have gone to mush for the moment. Because by not getting up when she did, I gave her an advantage. And it’s an advantage that has cost me a fight or two before. There I was one moment pounding the slut’s gut and the next half pinned by her knee on my tit and her right hand clawing at my other tit. But mushy or not I could still think and think quickly. And I had to. And I did. Because she couldn’t be- no one could be – stable in her position one knee on my body the other on the floor.. Ignoring the pain of my scalp and my tit- and thankful for my ‘conservative’ bra- I tried to twist my body again so I could roll away. I didn’t really succeed, her pin was too tight but I worked a bit loose.
And I knew that if this bitch was going to fight dirty then I had to repay her in kind. She wasn’t too far up my body for me to swing my knee into her back and I did just that. My knee slammed into the centre of her back hard, I hope it hurt. But I wasn’t content with that blow. At the same moment I swung my fist into her tit. . I needed to drive this woman off me.. And the way to do that was to cause her pain. And from her whimper I knew I had and I was sure I would again!
She slid off me, or maybe I pushed her off, but either way she wasn’t sitting on me. That was one good thing. My punches were working, yeah its not my style but there aren’t very many options when you’re on your back with your enemy on top of you.
I think she tried to push me away, I am not sure but I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt –and yeah I know that’s not something I do often. But I had begun to see that this bitch hadn’t fought hard before, she had just done that slap and tickle people call cat fighting. Now she was suffering, I knew she was really in pain from her moans. She couldn’t take it. She was getting up and getting out of it.
And so I thought I had her then the bitch’s foot slammed in my face. As I say I think maybe she was trying to get away but then I didn’t think so. . The tip of her shoe caught my cheek bone just under the eye. It hurt, but what it showed was that the bitch didn’t mind fighting dirty. I was puffing, I knew I was getting tired, a fight always is exhausting, no matter whether you win or lose, you’re high on adrenalins, your body is working overtime and it always tires you quickly. I just hoped the bitch was in the same way I was
That kick made her lose most of the sympathy that she had enjoyed from the crowd. Then I only heard the gasps of shock and the rumble of whispers, later some of the staff told me they had thought of pulling her off me, one of them saying "the bitch could have blinded you, she’s a pig.,’ And when I tried to defend Anne Foxe- for to be fair now as I say I think she didn’t mean the kick – she was trying to get away from me- one of the guys said ‘maybe but she shouldn’t do it anyway accident or not if it had been half an inch higher you’d have been blind." And it was when the staff talked to me like that , that I began to wonder whether "The Prince" was right, whether it was better to be feared then loved and also whether perhaps the staff –or some of them actually didn’t hate me after all.
But all that was after the event, right then I was in the midst of a fight. She had got off me, and like I said the kick was I think her trying to push me away while she got to her feet. I rolled away and got to my knees and so to my own feet. "Now" I thought "I know this slut fights dirty, I will need to be ready." I moved in, grabbing her round the waist and slamming my body against this nasty bitch. I wanted to push her back against the desks. I did too!
Anne Foxe wasn’t finished yet though. She lifted her legs wrapping them against my waist her hands yanking back on my hair, I think she tried to push me over, perhaps backwards on the ground. And she vented her anger. "You slut, I am going to kill you.”
I tried to brace myself as the bitch wrapped her legs round my waist. She felt heavy – she wasn’t but her weight dragged me and I was so tired -and she was holding on. But she wouldn’t succeed in pushing me. I didn’t have all of her weight. Some of it was on the desk. And she was all but helpless the way she was holding my hair. Sure it hurt like hell, but my hands were free and I began slamming them into her sides. I backed off a bit and then pushed forward , pushing her back against one of the computer towers on the desk. It was sharp, I hoped it dug into her back and gave her hell. Just to make sure I kept punching at her sides. I didn’t waste my breath saying anything, I needed to conserve my strength. I was sweating heavily, my torn top clung to me, my face bled from her scratches. But I was going to outlast this cow.
We slammed into the computer towers sending them crashing to the floor, all manner of books, paper and stationery crashing around both of us are sweating hard as we fight hard. I kept slamming my fists and she kept ripping at my face with her nails, I thought I might get scars from that Her claws hurt , I’d need first aid –yeah I thought probably rabies shots too, she was just like a mad dog. But her very savagery told me how desperate she was. Again she ripped at my bra. "Get off me you fat slut"...
This bitch just would not lie down. I had hoped to stop her attacks by jamming her against the computer towers but that didn’t work. And I was tiring. I had to end her and I had to end her fast. And again she was fighting dirty ripping at my breasts.. "Hang on hang on Jenn" I told myself. I pushed her back against a desk again. Her talons dug cruelly into my breast but I could – I hoped- stand the pain for just as long as it took to break this bitch.
So saying I slammed my head forward to head butt the bitch knowing at that close range I would do some damage to some part of her.. And then without waiting to see the results of the blow but while – I hoped – she would still be off balance i pushed, my hands on the Foxe slut’s shoulders, against her, arching her spine back, and back further still her ass against the desk her back bent by my arms and behind my arms all my weight. "No bitch" I retorted, I’ll not get off you till you give!" And I shoved even harder.
"Agh you fucking whore you broke my nose" she screamed, I hadn’t but I suppose when her nose started to bleed she thought I had. And I was pushing her back, bending it against the desk. She groaned and then gave "No Stop I give let me go you’re breaking my back
One minute she was causing me hell, the next -one of the sweetest sounds I ever heard, the sound of submission from another woman.
I stood up, she would never know how close she was to breaking me. Nor would anyone else. I stepped away. "Show's over, now get this office cleaned up. " I walked away as steadily as I could to the washrooms. "One of you needs to help Anne, she needs a towel, a washer and some first aid."
Young Maggie trotted over toward me carrying a towel, a washer and some stuff that looked like salves and bandaids, . I couldn’t have that I didn’t need sympathy. "Don’t even think of helping me, I don’t need your help." She looked so downcast. "No Maggie, its ok but I can manage, Anne needs help, " and I added to myself "I need a new outfit before the HR people get here. Oh shit." Maggie still looked upset but I wandered off to the washrooms to clean myself as best I could.
I came back a short time later, the office was much cleaned up and Anne Foxe was back again.
"Well Anne what have you to say for yourself?"
She picked up the documents she had thrown on my desk ."When would you like these back?"
Her humiliation was complete as all the other girls turn their heads and get back to work.
My eyes stung, I almost cried, "Why had she done this to me- and her?" I had to excuse myself again and get back to the washrooms, no one – just no one –ever saw Jenn Peccavi cry. A few moments later and composed again I walked back pulled a file down and started to work.
