Seema Mody was slowly gaining confidence with her role at CNBC, the leading business news network in the US. Off to a rocky start with rival rookie Kayla Tausche, Seema entered into the murky world of backdoor catfights between money honeys that didn't end with Erin Burnett leaving the network.
She still recalled the humiliation suffered at the hands of Melissa Lee (see previous story) and lusted for revenge.
Sometimes opportunities come up in the most unexpected of places. It was Labor Day weekend and Seema was in Flushing Meadows, Queens, enjoying a perfect end of summer night at the US Open. Wearing short shorts that showed off her sexy legs and a tight white button down top, Seema was having a great time until she cast her eye a few sections away and saw the catty glance of ...Melissa Lee!
What was she doing here? Suddenly ,the buzz of Seema's blackberry went off with a message from none other than Melissa Lee. It read : "Be a good personal assistant and buy me some champagne. Do it bitch or Tuesday will be hell for you. Remember what happened last time."
Seema sighed as she tried to put aside the horrors of Melissa Lee's brutal attack on her chest. The scratches had just about healed from her vicious onslaught. Deciding to turn the tables, Seema texted back: "Didn't realize they let dogs in here. Let's settle this like women. Meet me outside on the grass in 5 minutes." Seema anxiously hit the send button and waiting to see Melissa's reaction. Nodding her head in agreement, Melissa threw her program down and stormed out, on her way to the designated area. Seema was ready this time and wasn't going to let Melissa humiliate her again.
Far away from the US Open Crowds was a secluded area of park grass that no paparazzi should find. Perfect for an al fresco catfight.
Seema arrived a few seconds later and saw that Melissa Lee was already there. Melissa was wearing an almost identical outfit except that her top was sleeveless.
"You do realize that I'm going to fuck you up again. Just go back to Mumbai already," Melissa taunted. There was about a foot between the two combatants who began circling each other with claws extended and knees slightly bent. Seema was keen on striking first and with a quick slap to the face caught Melissa Lee by surprise. Melissa pressed her hand against where she was just hit and said, "So...someone thinks they've grown up,eh? Well, I don't think so!" and rushed a hard left punch into Seema's chest. Melissa didn't waste any time in following up with another punch, her hands grabbing the material of Seema's blouse and ripping it straight down.
Melissa laughed as Seema's black bra was exposed. "Too bad the cameras aren't on now honey. Why do you even bother?" Seema fought back, feeling her anger rise as she cast aside the constricting top to the ground. With a firm knee to Melissa's crotch, Seema clutched her hands together and wailed on Melissa's back. Pulling off Melissa's top with ease revealed a black bra. Seema wasted no time in ripping the bra off of Melissa, who quickly tried to cover her exposed bosom.
Now it was Seema's turn to taunt: "Too bad your breasts are so small and weak. Am I fighting a boy or a woman?" Cupping Melissa's mounds from behind, Seema's fingers roamed around until latching onto erect nipples. "Guess you are a woman after all" she said as she pinched harder and harder.
Down on one knee, Melissa Lee was in extreme pain but wasn't ready to give up. A reverse elbow hit Seema in the stomach and Melissa used that time to quickly turn around and smack Seema's bra off.
"There, now we're even." The two topless beauties were ready for some serious titty torture. Melissa's mouth lunged onto Seema's left tit and began to bite away at her nipple. Flinching in pain, Seema extended her claw and scratched away at Melissa's smaller tits, hoping to leave her mark the way Melissa did.
It was a race between biting and scratching as each woman tried to outlast the other. At last, gasping for air, Melissa Lee released her clampdown on Seema's chest but Seema only tightened her claws further.
"You fucking bitch!" Melissa yelled as she tried to regain her composure. By now Seema had indeed left her mark on Melissa's left tit and was ready to reach for the right one when Melissa ran right into Seema's stomach, both women falling to the grass.
Rolling around repeatedly, the two became dirtier and dirtier as each struggled for an advantage. Nearly exhausted, the two briefly let go and tried to catch their breath.
Seema recovered first and placed her knee sharply into Melissa's back. Grabbing a bundle of Melissa's hair, Seema pulled away as Melissa's barefeet kicked up and down from frustration.
"Maybe now you'll show me some respect?" Seema asked as she continued to exert pressure on Melissa's back. "Maybe now you'll realize I'm not your intern? Well?" Melissa tried to resist but was seriously impaired. Reaching to Melissa's front, Seema twisted her tips once more with her free hand, to reinforce her dominance.
Flipping Melissa over, Seema removed Melissa's shorts. "No panties either...hoping to get some?" she teased the tired Asian. Melissa's shaved pussy was exposed and Seema couldn't help but relish inflicting more pain where it really hurt. Inserting two fingers into Melissa's nether-regions, Seema sharply squeezed as Melissa screamed in agony.
Total wrecked, Melissa surrendered and said, "Let me go, please. Just let me go." With another firm kick, Seema left her victim on the ground as she went to retrieve her torn top and bra. There was still time to catch the final set of the US Open but for Seema, victory was already hers.
