This a story I wrote about 18 years ago, as an answer to a request. The “Connie” character is a real guy’s ex-wife. He wrote that she had had that girl Diane fired by telling lies and he wanted to read a story where she would get what she deserved. So I indulged him.
Office Party Catfight
By the Masked Writer
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It happened a Friday night, which happened to be the beginning of a labor-day weekend. The guys and girls of the insurance office where Connie worked decided to have a little party at one of the guy's house. He had a large backyard and a swimming pool. It was a hot day, though getting cooler as the sun was going down.
Connie was there, of course. She always dressed sexy : this time she wore a red sun-dress. A very short one, which showed plenty of her legs. The dress also showed her shoulder, her arms and her back, down to the very limit where it needs another name. No cleavage, though : a high collar. Connie always dressed sexy but did not like to show her breast because she thought it was too small. She was a good looking woman, 49 years-old, about 5 feet 8 and 130 pounds. Her hairs were dyed a flaming red. In spite of her good look, very few people hanged around her, because she was such a bitch. A few guys who did not know her very well -yet were talking to her, though. She was always trying to flirt with any men available. She would tell them stories about all the catfight she had been in and had won against women she called "wimps". That was part of why other women did not hang around her : she scared the hell out of them. Especially if they were smaller than she was.
The party was going rather well but the conversations suddenly stopped.
Diane had just come in. She shouldn't have been there : she had been fired for not mailing an important document. She walked straight toward Connie. Diane was about 5 feet 6, very thin, maybe 110 and about the same age as Connie. She was wearing beige pants and a white sleeveless blouse. She had mousy brown hair and a nice breast, which was part of why Connie had always hated her. When she was about 3 feet from Connie, she stopped. The two women stared at each other for a moment and then, Connie asked:
-What are you doing here ? You don’t even work with us anymore ! Diane, obviously nervous, took a deep breath and answered by another question: -Why did you lie ? -What are you talking about ? Connie said with a rather unconvincing look of surprise on her face. -You know what I am talking about : I had given you that document ! You are the one who forgot to mail it and I got fired ! I want you to set the record straight, right now, in front of everybody and tell the truth !
You could have heard a fly. Everybody was holding his or her breath. A voice asked :
-Connie, is that true ?
-Of course not ! She answered with a sneer. Little Di, here, is crazy ! Then she made a step towards Diane and said, in a low, threatening, tone :
-You get out of here before I beat the hell out of you !
Diane took a deep breath and answered, with a fluttering voice :
-Go for it ! Because I am not moving until you tell the truth to everybody and apologize !
The bystanders were shocked. They had known Diane for years and they liked her because she was always nice but they would never have thought that she would find it in herself to stand up to Connie. No girl ever did. They also were certain that, if it came to a fight, Connie would wipe the floor with frail Diane. After all, she was an experienced catfighter… "Unless," some thought, "we are about to see how much of it is true."
The guys who were hanging with Connie had moved away and the crowd formed a circle around both women. The tension was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. Everyone was waiting for a fight without believing it would actually happen.
Connie looked around and realized that there was now an audience waiting for her to put up or shut up about those catfighting exploits. If she did not give Diane a trashing, they would never take her seriously again. She stared at Diane and took her shoes off. Diane did not flinch and did the same.
Both women were now standing, face-to-face, exactly in the middle of a 20-feet wide circle of people. Neither woman had any background in combat sports or martial art or was even remotely what you could call athletic. Connie exercised slightly and Diane played bowling. That much everybody knew. Connie was by far the bigger girl and, in spite of a little belly, was rather trim. Diane was very thin and looked almost underweight. Her wrist, arms and shoulders looked frail when compared to Connie.
They stayed motionless for a while, staring at each other.
-C'mon, Connie, show us something! Someone said. Connie's cheek became red. She walked towards Diane and began to shove her brutally, forcing her backward a few steps. Diane shoved back but could not move the bigger girl. Connie snatched Diane's frail wrist and tried to immobilize her. The smaller woman struggled to get out but could not break her opponent's grip. She then kicked Connie in the shin. That worked. The red-head yelled in pain and let go her smaller opponent's wrist, doubling over to massage her bruised leg. Then, Diane grabbed a handful of Connie's hair and started pulling, moving her opponent's head left and right. Connie howled and seemed to panic for a moment, letting the smaller woman drag her around. Then, she grabbed Diane's wrist again, twisting them and forcing her to let go. With a cruel grin, she twisted the thin wrists again and, with a scream of pain, Diane fell on her knees.
Connie went for a knee to Diane's head but missed and hit only her opponent's shoulder, shoving her down. Diane fell on her back and Connie let her go. The bigger girl then stood over Diane for a while and, taking back her breath, and asked :
-Do you have enough ?
-You'd wish ! Shouted Diane, raising to her feet.
The people of the office were astounded. They never would have thought that Diane could stand to the bigger Connie and put up such a fight ! But one could see, as the fight was going on, that she was gaining confidence.
When Diane was back standing up, she and Connie stared at each other for a second and then, Connie slapped Diane in the face. Her hand hit Diane's cheek with a smack. Diane retaliated, to everybody surprise, with a straight punch on the nose and did not miss. Connie backed off with a moan, both hands covering her nose. She doubled over moaned again, eyes full of tears. When she took her hands off her face, blood was running for her nose and she could see some of it on her fingers. She sniffed, both because of the blood and because of the tears. She had a shocked expression on her face. Obviously taking pain for real was not as fun as inflicting it in fantasy...
With the back of her hands, she swept some of the blood of her face. Then, somebody in the assistance said, loud enough for her to hear : -Not so tough, when its for real, hey ? Connie's face became twisted by rage and shame and, with a growl, she dashed at Diane.
She caught her in a clumsy bear hug. Diane did the same and both women rolled down onto the grass. There, they started tearing each other apart. The bigger and stronger Connie got the upper hand and pinned Diane down, her back on the grass. She then started tearing her blouse off, obviously trying to embarrass her by exposing her breast. She tore the blouse exposing Diane's slim torso, and then, took her bra off, revealing a rather nice pair of breast. Diane was slapping, scratching and trying to punch but Connie'superior weight and strength overwhelmed her. She could not muscle out of this situation.Then she threw a punch at Connie's breast. The bigger woman let go a scream of pain and her hands left Diane's breast to protect her own. With a quick move of her other hand, Diane caught the collar of Connie's sun dress and tore it down, exposing her opponent black bra. Connie, instinctively, tried to grab her clothes and put them back, which allowed Diane to unfasten her bra. Connie screamed and put her hands on her breast. She had always been uneasy with her breast which she thought were too small.
Then, still lying on her back, Diane punched Connie in the ribs. Connie tried to grab her wrist again and Diane managed, with her right hand, to take a hold of Connie's left breast and squeezed it all she could.
Connie yelled and forgot about anything except getting Diane's fingers out of her boob. She forced her opponent to let go but then, Diane snatched a handful of Connie's red hairs, pulling it down.
The red-head writhed in pain, screamed, slapped wildly, but fell on the side, leaving Diane a chance to roll away from her. In spite of her weight and strength handicap, Diane had succeeded in getting out of that bad situation. After a second, both girls were back on their feet.
Diane threw away the remains of her blouse and found herself dressed only with her pants, bare-breasted. She had a nice pair though her torso was skinny, with her rib cage and breastbone showing. Her arms and shoulders were frail. But, though breathless, she looked angrier than ever.
On the other hand, Connie struggled clumsily her way out of her torn dress, finding herself only in panties with girdle and stocking. Her face was pale and she looked both scared and out of breath. She cowered, keeping her hands on her breast. A smile appeared on Diane's face.
-Are they all you’ve got ? She said.
Connie' face became red again, with rage, and she dashed at Diane, shouting :
-You're gonna pay for this ! With hands like claws, both girls got at each other's breast.
At first, Diane backed off, caught by the impetus of the bigger woman. Then, she dug her own nails into Connie's breast and the red-head screamed. With tears in her eyes, Connie began to sink to her knees. At that moment, Diane threw her own right knee into Connie's stomach, knocking the wind out of her. With a "ooof !" Connie fell on all four, her face white like snow. Without losing a second, Diane grabbed her flame-like hair and pulled her down, face first, on the garden's grass. She then straddled her, smashing her flat on her belly. Connie squirmed when the soft flesh of her breast rubbed on the rough ground. Then, holding her opponent's hair with both hands, Diane started to slam her head on the ground, with all the strength she could muster in her frail arms, at least four or five times. After which she rolled Connie on her back and caught her in a schoolgirl pin. The bigger woman was not even trying to defend herself anymore, totally beaten. Diane punched her in the face.
-Stop ! Cried Connie. "You win ! I'll tell the truth but please stop ! Diane stopped, holding her fist up over Connie's face. Connie's nose was still bleeding and her skin was all scorched with red marks and her left eye was beginning to swell and turn blue.
-Talk ! Said the brown-haired woman. Connie talked with a whispering, breathless voice, choking on tears, but everybody could still understand.
-It's true !... I should have... sent the document ! I ....didn't and I blamed.... it on you to save my ass !
A wave of shocked comments ran through the audience. So it was true...
-Say : I am a coward and a wimp ! Diane ordered to her beaten opponent. For a fraction of second, Connie seemed to regain some will to fight and stiffened her arms in a attempt to get out of the pin. Diane punched her to the face, once.
Connie screamed :
- O.K. ! I am coward and a wimp ! You're right, I am ! And then she started to cry like a baby.
Diane then seemed to relax. She slapped Connie in the face but it was more of a final insult than a real blow, and she raised on her feet. Then, the tiredness overcame her and she started to cry. A guy gave her the remains of her blouse, a woman offered her a drink, as she walked away from her defeated enemy.
As for Connie, lying on her back, her breast exposed, beaten and humiliated, her body covered with sweat, dirt, tears, bruises and blood, nobody gave her as much as a glance. She stayed there for a while, crying hysterically. When she found some energy again, she staggered on her feat and wobbled out as fast as she could. The very picture of humiliation. Nobody was going to take her seriously, as a "catfighter" anymore...
The End
(End of that story but it was not to be the end of Connie’s adventures
