RECIPE FOR A CAT FIGHT
by J. Coleman
Susie was the classic girl next door, a cute little brunette with a smile that would light up a room when she entered. She was everyone's friend, confidante, and never had an unkind word to say about anyone. People gravitated to Susie because they felt good in her company and she made them feel special.
At 22 years of age, Susie had gotten married 2 years earlier to her high school sweetheart, just before he joined the navy. After basic training, Susie was able to join Mike at his first assignment in Yorktown, Virginia. It was shore duty and since that allowed Mike to come home every night, they led an active social life with other navy couples in the area.
Susie was the good wife, doting on her husband and being the perfect hostess whenever they had a party, bridge or pinochle game, or just a casual get-together. To meet Susie, one would never know her private side, the one that came out only in the bedroom with Mike.
To say Susie was a nymphomaniac might be a bit harsh, but it would probably also be quite accurate since she loved sex and unlike over wives in her peer group, was always receptive to Mike's advances, no matter what. Once the bedroom door was closed, Susie became a different woman; one virtually insatiable, lusty, bawdy, and quite aggressive in her love making. She enjoyed sexy lingerie, especially bold colors and provocative designs that she liked to wear under her everyday clothing so she could give Mike a little hint of what was to come later that night with a simple crossing of the legs or accidentally raised hem when no one else was looking.
After about a year and a half, Mike and Susie finally became eligible for navy housing when he was reassigned to Long Beach, California. Leaving Norfolk and their small apartment behind, the couple headed west moved into the very affordable housing that also offered the convenience and security of being surrounded by other navy families. This became important to Mike since he was about to go on sea duty where he would be assigned to a ship and would be a sea for sometimes up to 6 months at a stretch.
Mike was assigned to a destroyer, the U.S.S. Gridley, and the ship was due to leave for Southeast Asia and a stint of the coast of Viet Nam. It was 1966 and combat was a very real possibility since the destroyer's primary job was to provide security for an aircraft carrier that flew sorties "in-country". Periodic off-shore bombardments from the ships were not uncommon and since Mike was a gunner's mate, he expected to see some action.
The first people Mike and Susie met in the navy housing project were their next door neighbors, Rod and Denise Michaels. Rod was a career navy man and was a first class petty officer on the same ship Mike was now assigned to. His wife, Denise, was in her late 20's and was trouble with a capital T. She dressed provocatively, wore too much makeup, heavy perfume, wild hair styles, had long fingernails, and was a brazen flirt and a tease. At 38-26-36, Denise could pull it off with ease, causing fender benders when she merely walked down a crowded street in one of her patented sexy outfits. Denise could wrap a man around her little finger with the bat of an eye and wives loathed her for that ability, which she used at her leisure.
On their 3rd night in their new home, Rod and Denise invited them over to a little party they were having and the couple quickly accepted, wanting to get to know some of the other couples in the area.
Before dressing in a new dark brown tweed skirt with a beige silk blouse, Susie proudly showed Mike the racy new red and black bikini panties she'd bought that day and the matching garter belt. Cinching up a long pair of sheer beige silk stockings to the garter belt, Susie did a slow turn and posed like a sultry fashion model for Mike who watched as he sat on the edge of their bed.
"What do you think?" she cooed seductively, jiggling her heavy tits for him that were still without a bra, turning slightly to show him several different angles, each more visually appealing than the last. With each new pose, Susie would snap her head to the side causing her long dark hair to whip around.
"I think we should skip the party and stay home," he said quickly, reaching out and grabbing her around the waist and pulling her to him.
"Michael!" she scolded playfully. "We can't be rude to our new neighbors!"
"To hell with the neighbors," he said, licking her left breast and then the right, lost in the intoxicating aroma of her perfume, her freshly bathed skin, and her clean sweet smelling hair. He slid his hands down and lightly rubbed the silky smooth panties that snugly covered her shapely buttocks.
"You like them?" she asked softly, pressing her breasts harder against his face and lifting one leg off the floor, pointing her toes toward the opposite wall.
"Mmm hmm, very much," he whispered.
"I just bought them today . . . mmmmmmmmm," Susie said softly, slipping into a pleasured moan as Mike licked her nipples in a circular pattern. "I got a new nightie too, I think you'll like it . . . mmmmmm."
"Buy anything your little heart desires," Mike said as he switched from one breast to another.
"Keep this up and might get lucky tonight, sailor," she said impishly, pushing him back down onto the bed and then stepping back. "But now, you have to get dressed."
"Tease!" he said with a shake of his head.
"You love it," Susie said with a grin and then blew him a kiss as she walked back to her small makeup table giving Mike a good long look at her taut buttocks tightly encased in the shimmering nylon panties. Shuddering slightly from the arousal, Susie tried to will her nipples back to a placid state as she sat down on small chair that accompanied her makeup table to finish dressing.
Putting on a white bra that didn't match her sleazy panties and garter belt, but would be visible through the semi sheer blouse, Susie finished dressing, protecting her image by not allowing anything even remotely risqué to be shown in public.
Susie had a body built for sex with heavy but firm breasts that instantly responded to the slightest touch, a thin waist, shapely flaring hips, tight round buttocks, and short but curvaceous legs that turned many sailors' eyes whenever she appeared on base in a dress and heels. Her lusty body didn't seem to fit with her down home, sweet sixteen face that spoke of pure innocence and almost virginal abstention. Only Mike knew the real Susie and he loved the fact that only he was privy to this sexual side of his wife.
The navy housing project where Susie and Mike lived consisted of single-story stone block constructed duplexes and the walls were thin enough between the two units that the music from the party next door was clearly audible as Susie and Mike prepared to join the festivities.
Denise greeted them at the door, already intoxicated and waving a martini around in her hand. She wore a button down black satin blouse that was rolled up and tied in a knot over her stomach to expose her midriff. The top two buttons were open and her low cut, push-up bra made quite a cleavage display. Her pants were skin tight hostess pants in a red and black small diamond print design. The lines of her low cut bikini panties were clearly visible beneath the ultra tight pants. Open toed slides with 4 inch heels completed her chic ensemble. Denise's shoulder length blonde hair was flipped up at the ends and teased on top to give her hair some height. Her makeup was as gaudy and overdone as it usually was, with dark eye liner, blue eye shadow, bright peach colored lipstick, and heavy pink rouge on her cheeks.
"Meowwwwww," Denise purred at Mike, lightly touching his cheek with her bright red painted fingernails. "Come on in, good lookin' . . ."
"Thanks, where's Rod?" Mike asked, wanting to quickly escape from Denise.
"Mmmmm," she shrugged. "Probably close to the stereo so no one puts a drink on it to make a water ring." Denise then walked away to mingle with others, not even acknowledging Susie's arrival.
"She's just drunk," Mike said as his nose picked up the unmistakable scent of burning wife at his side.
"You're right," Susie finally said, regaining her smile. "Let's just have a good time."
"No, the good time will be later . . . AFTER the party," Mike said with a knowing little smile.
"You got that right, big boy," Susie winked as she headed toward the bar.
Mike found Rod, just as Denise had predicted, standing guard over his prized stereo, a console Telefunken he'd brought back from Germany while on a Mediterranean cruise at his last station. The incredible lacquer finished stereo was busy cranking out one forty-five after another on the automatic changer, blasting out the Rolling Stones, Herman's Hermits, the Kinks, the Zombies, the Beatles, and other favorites. The low bass tones flooded the living room with the loud rock and roll and several couples were dancing already.
"What's up amigo?" Rod said, shaking Mike's hand as he approached.
"Ready to do some serious partying!" Mike answered.
"The booze is at the bar, help yourself to whatever you like," Rod said, pointing proudly at the ornately decorated bar and matching stools he'd brought back from Spain.
"Got any Animals?" Mike asked, pointing at the stereo.
"In the next stack," Rod nodded, glaring rather ominously at a guest who looked like they were about to put their drink on his prized stereo.
"Ah, yeah . . . I think I'll get that drink now," Mike said, giving Rod a light pat on the shoulder.
Everyone was dancing, drinking, making small-talk, and generally having a good time as the party wore on. Susie, who was not used to drinking, was getting quite loaded and had kicked off her high heels to make walking and simply standing a bit easier in her inebriated condition. Mike stuck close by her to keep her out of trouble and away from the many leering men who might take advantage of her condition.
Needing to relieve himself, Mike asked Rod to keep an eye on Susie as he went to the bathroom, trusting she was in good hands. After getting rid of the many beers in his bladder, Mike was washing his hands at the sink when the bathroom door opened.
"You've been avoiding me," Denise said, slurring her words in her drunken condition while eyeing Mike up and down from head to toe.
"Not at all," Mike smiled, grabbing a towel to dry his hands. "I've just been keeping an eye on Susie, she's three sheets in the wind."
"You should be keeping your eyes on me instead," Denise said, pulling on the knot that held her top together while closing the bathroom door. Her heavy breasts now fully exposed, she threw her arms around Mike's neck and kissed him with her tongue, rubbing her body tightly against his. Her 4 inch heels made her almost as tall as he was and she clung to him with both arms.
"What are you doing?" Mike finally asked, pushing her back slightly.
"When I see something I want, I go for it," she said.
"I'm sure your husband and my wife wouldn't approve," Mike said firmly.
"Who gives a flying fuck what they think?" Denise blurted out as she leaned in to kiss him again, this time grabbing his crotch and massaging his cock through his pants.
"I'm sorry, I won't do this," Mike said, his cock involuntarily swelling to the touch.
"Your mouth says no . . . but your body says yes," Denise cooed, feeling the growing erection beneath her hand.
Mike then grabbed her firmly but gently by both arms and backed her off a step, shaking his head no. "Let's just go back out there and pretend this never happened. Rod's my friend and I want to keep it that way."
"Oh, alright . . . party pooper," Denise said, shrugging and retying her top in place as Mike quickly pulled the door open and left, hoping no one saw Denise follow him in there.
Denise looked in the bathroom mirror and grinned. "Oh yeah, I'll have him . . . one way or another."
By the time Mike finally got Susie home, the promise of a hot night of sex was a distant memory as Susie spent their first hour back home hugging the toilet. By the time her stomach purged all the remaining drinks, she was on the verge of passing out with serious room spins making it nearly impossible to walk.
Mike got her undressed and put her in bed, still clad in her panties, garter belt, and stockings. Thinking long and hard if he should have gambled and taken Denise right there in the bathroom, Mike stroked Susie's stocking-clad legs and satiny soft thighs as he masturbated and then drifted off to sleep.
The next weekend, Mike and Susie were invited to a pool party at a chief petty officer's house. The house was near the base but was a privately owned dwelling and had an in-ground pool along with a two-car garage converted into a bar and game room with neon beer lights, a pool table, and a pinball machine.
Susie wore a hip hugger two-piece swimsuit in light blue with a ruffled panty and matching bra that covered her fairly well. Even in the not so flattering bathing suit, she was still the best built wife at the party. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a trendy style and her fingernails and toenails were painted matching ruby red that contrasted with her alabaster white skin.
Still not acclimated to the intense southern California sun, Susie wore sunglasses and tried to stay mostly in the shade, taking care not to abuse the bar as she had at Rod and Denise's party the previous weekend since that only got her a two day hangover.
Mike had never told her about the bathroom incident with Denise and he saw no good coming from the telling of the story so he opted to maintain that secret for as long as necessary. Denise, on the other hand, had been boasting to other wives about how she had "made out" with Susie's husband Mike in the bathroom and how it was she who had stopped his persistent advances.
Mike sighed in frustration as he saw Rod and Denise walk into the chief's backyard, also having been invited to the party. He hoped she had been too drunk to remember what she'd done and that the matter would just be a non-issue, but that was not the case.
Seeing Mike and Susie, Denise pursed her lips and made a kissing gesture toward Mike from across the yard. Seeing the blatant gesture, Susie pulled down her sunglasses and turned to mike with a searing glare.
"What was that all about?" she asked harshly.
"Dunno," he lied.
"Is there something going on I need to know about?" she persisted, sitting up now on the chaise lounge chair to face Mike sitting in the lounge chair beside her.
"Of course not, don't be ridiculous," he said quickly and defensively.
"Then why the little air kiss?"
"I don't know," Mike answered tersely, knowing he was trapped and fearful that she wouldn't let the matter drop.
"Well I want answers!" Susie said, throwing her sunglasses down on the lounge chair.
"Wait!" Mike said, grabbing her by the arm when he thought she might get up and go over to speak to Denise.
Mike then went through the entire incident, step by step, telling Susie everything that happened, except about his erection, and almost everything that was said. She was livid.
"And you weren't going to tell me about this?" Susie asked, her face tight and angry.
"No, I was hoping she was just too drunk to even remember it," he said honestly. "Nothing happened and I just wanted it to go away."
"Are you attracted to her?" Susie asked with a quivering lip.
"Of course not," Mike said. "I love you and only you. I pushed her away when she made the pass at me, I was NOT interested in the least, nor am I interested now."
Susie sat there silently for a moment, looking over at Rod and Denise. She wanted to go over to the bimbo and slap her across the face, rip her hair out, and throw her in the pool, but she didn't. Susie had never been in a fight of any kind in her entire life and Denise looked like the kind of woman who had been in plenty of fights. Susie had always been intimidated by that kind of woman, knowing she was too timid and too fearful to ever say anything to any of them, lest they might actually want to fight. This fear weighed heavily on Susie and sapped her self-esteem. To counter this shortcoming and help bolster her low self-esteem, she over compensated by being sexually aggressive in the bedroom.
Susie watched from across the yard as Denise took off her terrycloth pool robe to show off the tiniest, skimpiest bikini she'd ever seen. The bright red bikini was nothing more than several small triangular patches of spandex held tenuously together with thin strings. She bulged from it everywhere, especially the breasts which threatened to explode the tiny triangles at any second. A mere cough or sneeze would have triggered the burlesque music to start the strip show. Susie just shook her head in disbelief that this woman would intentionally put herself on display that way. And what of her husband? Did he condone this wardrobe choice? Did he enjoy seeing other men leer at his wife? There were too many questions confounding the brunette as she sat there seething.
Now that all the guests had arrived, the host and hostess called everyone together for some games to get everyone in the party mood. All the guests’ names were written down on small pieces of paper with the girl's names going into one bowl and the men's names into another.
In this first game, the men and women would be paired off randomly and then each new couple would be given an orange. The woman would then hold the orange under her chin, pressed between her chin and chest. The man would then have to retrieve the orange, using no hands, and then carry the orange under his chin to the finish line. The woman, in the meantime, would run to the finish line to wait for him and when he crossed, he would have to transfer the orange back to his female partner, again with no hands. The couple to do this the fastest would win.
Denise was standing close to the bowls as the names were put in and she watched very carefully as Mike folded his paper and dropped it in the bowl. She memorized the exact folds of the paper carefully. When the host then asked who wanted to go first, Denise's hand was the first up. When selected to go first, Denise pulled Mike's name from the bowl, just as she'd planned.
Susie was seething beneath her thin exterior smile as Mike lined up with the buxom blonde for their orange race. Both had to keep their hands behind their backs the entire time and from the moment the go was given, it was clear to Susie that Denise wasn't interested in winning, but instead, was only interested in leaving her tit prints on Mike. It took several tries, but Mike finally got the orange and raced to the finish line. Denise ran with him, her big tits dangerously close to spilling out of her scant bikini top as they wildly bounced up and down with each step. Reaching the finish line, she again rubbed her body all over his while not trying all that hard to get the orange, at least in Susie's opinion.
"Damn, that's harder than it looks," Mike said, returning to Susie's side.
"Is it?" she asked tersely, glancing down at his crotch to see if he was stimulated.
"Let it go, okay?" Mike said, getting a bit angry now.
"Of course . . . excuse me," Susie snarled, folding her arms across her chest and pouting.
"Come on hon," Mike said soothingly, kissing her on the cheek. "Ignore her and let's just have some fun today, okay?"
"Okay," Susie sighed, knowing he was right and she shouldn't be letting the bitch get to her like this.
All the other couples took their turns and Susie wound up pairing off with a very heavy set sailor named Bud. They had a difficult time but still managed to finish the event. The chief and his random partner, a thin redhead named Mary Ann, won the event.
The next game was chicken fighting in the pool between couples. Each man would stand in the water with his wife sitting on his shoulders. The wives would then each try to push or pull the other wives off their husband's shoulders into the water. It was a free-for-all with the last couple left with the wife still mounted as the winners.
The chief's wife then jokingly added, "And ladies, please! No kicking, punching, slapping, biting, scratching, gouging, hair pulling, or clothes ripping!" And then she further added to a round of laughter, "We'll do the cat fighting later after we're all drunk!"
The couples all got in the pool and the women got on the husband's shoulders, some easier than others as many took headers into the water on their first attempt. There were twelve couples in all and six lined up on one side and six on the opposite side of the pool. On go, the men all began heading toward the center of the pool.
The heavy set man who had been paired with Susie in the orange contest, fell almost immediately, dunking his wife and being the first couple out. Susie took on another brunette and easily pulled the woman into the water just as Rod and Denise approached them from the side.
Denise and Susie locked hands, their fingers interlaced with the men face to face beneath them, each looking up at the massive breasts jiggling and bouncing only inches above their faces. Denise began to slip slightly to the side from Susie's constant tugging. Pulling a hand free, Denise reached up and grabbed Susie's right breast, squeezing it hard and bringing a squeal from the brunette's lips. Then, with a hard tug, Denise pulled Susie off Mike's shoulders and into the water.
Denise and Rod went on to win the chicken fight but not before both of Denise's magnificent breasts popped out of her skimpy bikini top for everyone to see and enjoy. She even had Rod make a victory lap around the pool, shaking her bare, wet, shiny jugs at everyone before finally stuffing them back into her bra.
"Did you see what she did?" Susie complained to Mike. "She grabbed my boob, the bitch!"
"Yeah, I saw it," Mike agreed. "That was dirty."
Susie continued to rant and carry on about the dirty move but Mike finally got her calmed down and convinced her it was just a party game and nothing to get upset over. Mike just blew the incident off, attributing it to competitiveness, but Susie knew it was more, much more. She'd picked up on the subtle innuendo and had seen the look in Denise's eyes when she did it. It was the gauntlet being cast. Denise, by simply grabbing Susie's breast like that, had boldy said that she was the better woman and would do anything necessary to prove it.
With the festivities now in full swing, Susie feigned a stomach ache and convinced a disappointed Mike to take her home. They made their rounds and said their good-byes and as they left through the heavy wooden gate in the privacy fence, Susie glanced over at Denise who was smiling broadly as she watched them leave.
The good-byes were tearful and gut wrenching the day the ship left port for its tour in the Pacific off the coast of Viet Nam. All the wives and children were there to see their husbands and fathers off. The lucky ones would see their loved ones again in six to eight months, the unlucky ones would not.
Peggy Daughtry, one of the wives at the pool party, approached Susie as she walked back to her car. "That Denise Costello is quite a piece of work, isn't she?" the tall young redhead said.
"That she is," Susie agreed, using a Kleenex to blot away her tears without streaking her makeup.
"I saw what she did to you in the pool. That was disgraceful," Peggy added. "I'm surprised you didn't slap the bitch's face when she did that."
"That would have made me just as bad as her," Susie said, defending her lack of backbone.
"Be that as it may . . . any bitch grabs my boobies, we're gonna be pulling hair and rolling around on the ground!" Peggy said with a defiant air about her, deepening Susie's remorse.
Susie had been having difficulty sleeping since the pool party. She'd toss and turn in bed, sleep eluding her as her mind dwelled on Denise and her haughty, obnoxious behavior. Her timid and reticent acceptance of Denise's blatant insult gnawed at her constantly. She could find no solace in anything she did and even Mike, during his last week at home, could not penetrate the walls she'd erected.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to seem rude," Susie quickly said, tears welling up again. "But I've got to go."
"Okay, sweetie, I'll see you around," Peggy said with a smile as Susie got into her car and closed the door. "Buck up girl, these cruises go by quick, you'll see."
By the time Susie got home, music was already blaring from Denise's house. Susie just shook her head as she thought the bitch was partying already and the ship was barely out of port. It was going to be a long six months living next door to her.
Susie immersed herself in a steaming bubble bath and just relaxed, trying to block out the loud music and decide if she should stay or go back home to live with her parents while Mike was away. It was a tough choice because there was a waiting list for housing and if she moved out, they might not be able to get back in when he got home.
Toweling herself dry, Susie dressed in a pair of shorts and a top just to lounge around the house and as she wandered into the kitchen to fix something to eat, Denise knocked on her front door. "Yes?" Susie asked as she opened the door. "Come on over, some of the girls are at Denise's and we're gonna play cards," Betty Myers, the wife of one of Mike's shipmates, said casually.
"Thanks, but no," Susie said, forcing a smile.
"Well you can't pout for the next six months," Betty said. "The busier you stay, the faster the time goes by, trust me on that. I've been through many of these and I know what I'm talking about, so come on."
Reluctantly, Susie nodded and slipped on a pair of sandals and followed Betty over to Denise's door, only several feet from her own. Frank Sinatra was crooning on the stereo as they walked in and there were six other women in the house, including Denise. Denise and three others were sitting at the kitchen table while the remaining two sat on the sofa in the living room.
"Pull that table out, Blondie," Betty said to Denise.
Even in casual attire, Denise was still slutty in Susie's opinion. Her shorts were too short and too tight, and her top was much too low cut. Even with the men away, she still had to parade her body around with a constant need to be the center of attention.
Once the table was out, Betty and Susie sat down and Denise passed around the plastic red, white, and blue poker chips from a circular chip caddy until everyone had the same amount.
"Okay ladies, the game is 5-card stud, nothing wild," Denise said, shuffling the deck.
"Nothing wild except the dealer," a cute blonde named Debbie said.
"Did you see what Marlene Caho was wearing today at the pier?" Betty said as Denise dealt the first 2 cards to everyone.
"YES!" Debbie answered quickly. "What a slut!"
"Who's a slut?" Peggy said, walking in a putting down her purse on the kitchen counter.
"Marlene Caho, who else," Betty answered, betting 2 white chips on her hand.
"Why did I even ask," Peggy shrugged. "Got any Coke?"
"In the fridge," Denise answered, dealing the next card after the bet was called or folded to by everyone.
Betty bet a blue chip this time and Denise raised her 2 more red. "You're bluffing!" she accused.
"Yeah, and you're a slut, so what?" Betty fired right back, calling the raise as everyone else folded their hands.
"That damned Marlene made a pass at my Tommy one night at the club," Becky Trudeau said. "We almost had it out right then and there."
"I'd love to scratch that's bitch's eyes out!" Denise hissed.
Susie just looked on in silence, listening to the raucous talk between the women, longing for the friendlier, more sedate crowd she used to hang with in Norfolk. She was out of her element here and felt like a tiny food fish swimming with big, hungry sharks. These women showed no sadness at the fact that their husbands just left and this puzzled Susie. She hoped she never became so cold, callous, and detached. After about a half an hour of playing, Susie had been bluffed out of every pot she tried to play and was then dealt 2 aces, one showing and one in the hole. She made a bet and Denise immediately raised.
Susie got a king on her next card and bet again only to be immediately raised by Denise who had a 7 and a queen showing. Susie called but was now getting low on chips from all the previous hands she'd lost.
The 4th card fell. Denise got a second queen and Susie drew another king, giving her two pair and the dominant hand unless Denise had another queen in the hole.
Susie checked and Denise bet 10 red chips. Susie looked at her hole card again and then counted out the chips to call as everyone around the table looked on, oohing and aahing at the action.
The last card was dealt and Susie got a 3rd king giving her a full house, kings full of aces. Denise got a 3rd queen on the board and now had 3 queens and a 7 showing. The only hole card that would beat Susie would be the 4th queen. Even a 7 wouldn't help the blonde because that would make a smaller full house.
Susie cautiously checked the monster full house and Denise pushed all her chips into the pot. "I think I've got you beat and I'm willing to gamble," Denise said. "I'll bet all my chips AND another hundred bucks real money." With that, she reached for her purse and pulled out a stack of 20 dollar bills, slamming them on the table.
"Here we go!" Betty said, shaking her head.
"I don't have a hundred dollars," Susie said quickly.
"Hmmm," Denise said with a cock of her head. "Okay, I'll tell you what. You put up a date with Mike to cover my hundred, how's that sound?" Denise had an evil gleam in her eyes as she made the offer she knew Susie would summarily decline just on principle, but she still made her point evidently clear either way.
"Hold on honey," Peggy said. "I'll cover the hundred, the bitch is bluffing!"
"No, I can't let you do that," Susie said, shaking her head. "I fold."
"Noooooo!" Betty yelled and was joined by Debbie and Peggy.
With the grin of a Cheshire cat, Denise slowly turned over her hole card. It was the 2 of spades . . . a stone cold bluff since Denise's 3 queens couldn't even beat the 3 kings Susie had showing without her hole card.
"I knew it!" Peggy said.
Susie was stunned and almost teared up at the humiliation. Denise was happily raking in her mountain of chips with a cocky, arrogant smile on her face. Everyone at the table just watched Susie to see what she would say or do, but she did nothing but stand up.
"I've got to go," she said with downcast eyes.
"Ah, sit down, I'll loan you some chips," Betty said.
"No thanks," Susie said. "I'm just gonna go home now. I'll see all of you later."
Everyone except Denise said good-bye to Susie and just as she was leaving the kitchen, Denise spoke up. "Hey girlie," she said with a smug grin. "If you can't run with the big dogs, stay on the porch where it's safe!"
Susie just silently walked out and went home with tears streaming down her pretty, young face. Once again she'd been utterly disgraced and humiliated at the hands of the brazen blonde and once again, she did absolutely nothing about it.
For the next month, Susie became a virtual recluse, leaving the house only when she absolutely had to and then quickly running the errands she needed to and then returning home. Her life had become a self-imposed purgatory with no human contact. Other wives called her to join in card games, shopping trips, days at the beach or at the base pool, but she always politely declined with some prior commitment.
Denise was relentless in her harassment of Susie. Pounding on their shared wall, loud music, catty remarks every time she saw her outside going to or from her car, and even nasty notes tacked to Susie's front door. The more Denise harassed her, the more reclusive the young brunette became until she actually became afraid to go outside and would peek through the window to see if Denise was nearby before she made the brisk walk to her car.
She faithfully watched the news every night to see what happening in the pacific and particularly in Viet Nam where Mike's ship would be patrolling. Whenever she saw footage of a navy ship, she moved closer to the television just in case it was his ship. She would sit in front of the television with fingers crossed, hoping to catch even a fleeting glimpse of the Gridley on a news reel to make her feel closer to Mike.
One afternoon, Peggy showed up at her door and when Susie tried to send her away, she refused to go, demanding to be let in. After some idle chit chat and few glasses of wine, Susie was in tears and spilling her guts to Peggy, telling her everything that had happened going back to Denise's attempted pass at Mike in the bathroom at her party.
Peggy wasn't shocked or surprised since she'd heard similar stories from other wives about Denise. Her surprise was in how badly Susie was handling it.
"So . . . you're going to sit here in this dank, dismal house for the next 5 months?" she asked her.
"I don't have a plan at this point, Peg," Susie sighed.
"When was the last time you went shopping?" the woman asked.
"Yesterday I went to the store, why?"
"I didn't ask when you went to the store last, I asked when you went shopping last?" she repeated.
"I guess before all this started," Susie said, frowning as she realized how long she'd been torturing herself with this.
"When I'm down, there's nothing like a good spending spree," Peggy said sympathetically. "Get dressed, we're going shopping."
"Nah, I'm not up for that right now," Susie said, balking at the idea.
"Let's GO!" Peg said, standing up. "Bullock's out in Lakewood is having a huge sale."
"Oh, Bullock's?" Susie brightened up. "Last time I was there they had this darling little orange garter belt. I'd never seen one that color before."
"Well . . . today it's probably on sale, let's go!" Peg said, refusing to take no for an answer.
Several hours later, Susie got back home with an armload of bags, a smaller checking account, and a new fresh outlook on life. Susie and Peggy then decided to go out for dinner and then take in a movie later so Peggy left to go home, take a bath, and change clothes, promising to meet Susie back at Susie's house around 6pm.
The shopping trip and the night out on the time had been just what she needed to snap her out of her funk and she was once again the cute, smiling girl next door that everyone adored.
Sitting on Susie's sofa and waiting for the 11 o'clock news to come on, Susie poured them each a glass of wine.
"Do you remember the day the ship left and you talked to me about what Denise had done?" Susie asked.
"Sure, why?"
"You said if someone did that to you, you'd be rolling around on the ground pulling her hair?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I . . . uh . . . I've never been in a fight before," Susie confided.
"That doesn't mean a thing," Peggy said quickly.
"She'd kick my ass if I started anything with her," Susie said.
"Doesn't matter."
"It might not to you but it sure as hell matters to me," Susie said, surprised.
"You got this all wrong, you don't understand," Peggy said, putting down her glass and turning to face Susie. "Winning or losing is irrelevant, it's all a matter of standing up to someone."
"That's easy for you to say, you're like 4 or 5 inches taller than I am," Susie said.
"These things are usually over in a few seconds," Peggy said with a dismissive wave of the hand. "You slap her, she slaps you . . . you grab each other's hair and start rolling around on the ground . . . then people start pulling you apart. You scream and kick and curse like you want to keep fighting but you LET them pull you off. No matter who was winning when you got pulled apart, you still stood up for yourself. From then on, the bitch won't hassle you."
"Really?" Susie asked with skepticism.
"Sure, once you stand up to this bitch and let her know you're not going to take her shit, she'll move on and find someone else to torture, that's what she's about," Peggy said, quite sure of herself.
"You think I should do it?" Susie asked.
"Absolutely!" Peggy nodded emphatically. "Just make sure to pick a time and place when there are plenty of people around to break it up. That's the key."
"Any suggestions?"
"Yeah, actually," Peggy said with a grin. "The navy wives club is having a dinner at the Enlisted Men’s Club Friday night, that would be the perfect place. You know she'll take the opportunity to wear some slutty dress with her big boobs hanging out and high heels. So, as soon as she starts in on you, walk up to her, grab the front of her dress, rip it down and then when she's trying to pull her dress back up, go for her hair!"
"You make it sound so easy," Susie lamented.
"It is easy . . . you're making it harder than it needs to be," Peggy corrected her. "I'll be there to pull you two apart the minute it starts, I promise."
"What if my dress rides up or something?" Susie asked, genuinely concerned.
"Oh my god!" Peggy Scoffed. "I can see the headlines in the L.A. Herald Saturday, 'Navy Wives See Susie's Panties in Brawl!'. That would surely bring an immediate end to civilization as we know it. Hell, just wear pretty panties, that's all.
"But what if she . . ."
"NO!" Peggy cut her off angrily. "No more buts! So what if she slaps you or grabs your hair or you flash your panties or garter belt? Are you going to die from it? NO! Geez girl, stand up for yourself, this is crazy!"
"Okay, the hell with it, I'm gonna do it!" Susie said firmly.
"Good, it's about damned time," Peggy agreed, nodding and giving Susie a pat on the knee.
By Friday night, Susie was one giant frayed nerve and ready to back out of the plan to attack Denise. Peggy had been a rock all week, pushing and prodding the young girl into not backing out at the last minute. Peggy brought Betty on board who was also behind the plan a hundred percent, saying, "It's about that slut got what she deserved!"
Deciding what Susie should wear to the dinner, Peggy started by going through her lingerie drawers. "Damn girl, are you a closet slut or what?" she said, rifling through all the sheer, sleazy lingerie, much of it in black, red, and leopard print.
"Mike likes me to wear this stuff," Susie said, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"Never hurts to spice up the old sex life," Betty added as she searched the closet for an appropriate dress.
Finally, and much to Susie's chagrin, the final selections were made by Peggy and Betty. Peggy had chosen a pair of leopard print panties with black trim, a black garter belt and bra, long sheer black silk stockings, and a black half-slip. betty had pulled out a Blue silk dress with gold brocade that buttoned up the front to a high Chinese style collar. It was sexy but it was also tight fitting which would make it hard to grab and rip off. The high collar would make her breasts less vulnerable as well. The complete outfit was the perfect choice as far as Betty and Peggy were concerned.
Reluctantly, Susie agreed and dressed since it was almost time to go to the club. Betty and Peggy were already dressed and ready to go when they arrived, and as Susie dressed, they searched for a pair of heels to complete the outfit.
"Nothing with straps," Peggy said to Betty. "She'll need to kick off her shoes before she goes after her."
"Right . . . here, these!" Betty said, pulling out a pair of black pumps with three inch heels.
"Perfect!" Peggy said, nodding her head and handing the shoes to Susie.
"My legs are like jelly," Susie said. "I don't know if I can do this."
"You back out of this," Peggy said, pointing an accusing finger at Susie, "and I'm going to kick your ass! You're going to get slapped by her or by ME and I'm betting I can slap harder than that bleached blonde bitch can!"
"If I was a few years younger, I wouldn't mind digging my fingernails into that blonde whore's big, flabby boobs!" Betty said, flexing her fingers and making a clawing motion with both hands.
Susie finally finished dressing and finished her hair and makeup, adding a few dabs of perfume which she always did when dressing up. With serious doubts about the plan, Susie finally followed Peggy and Betty to Peggy's car and the threesome headed for the EM Club.
As fate would have it, Denise was already there and one of the first people they saw when they walked into the club.
"Well, well, well," Denise said with an evil grin. "Mrs. Hermit has left her cave!"
"Shut up Denise!" Betty said with a scowl. "Your mouth is like an overflowing toilet, it just never stops."
As predicted, Denise was dressed in a very low-cut red cocktail dress, the top barely held up by two very strained spaghetti straps. Her high heeled pumps sported about four inch stiletto heels which would make it difficult for her to fight once Susie made her move.
The threesome left Denise and began to mingle with the other wives since cocktails were being served before dinner.
"She's got a strapless bra under her dress," Peggy said, "so when you grab it to pull it down, make sure you get the bra too."
"I'll try," Susie said, her voice cracking with fear and trepidation.
"Come on now!" Peggy urged, trying to bolster her resolve. "Look at the bitch! Go on, look at her!"
Susie glanced over at the haughty blonde, acting like she was Queen of the Nile and mistress of her realm.
"Remember, that bitch tried to fuck your husband!" Peggy said. And then, she told everyone HE came on to HER!"
The look on Susie's face immediately changed and for a moment, the fear left her as she thought about Mike and how proud he'd be if she stood up to the bitch. Looking at the blonde, the loathing hatred she felt overwhelmed her.
"Okay, let's do this!" Susie said.
"Now you're talking!" Betty nodded as the threesome slowly moved in the direction of Denise.
"Oh good, the waitress is here!" Denise said loudly, so everyone nearby could hear her. "Be a good little girl and go fetch me another martini!" she said to Susie, handing her an empty martini goblet and then turning away. Susie didn't take the glass.
"Are you hard of hearing?" Denise said, losing her smile. "I told you to get me another martini, bitch!"
"Get it yourself," Susie said defiantly, hoping her voice didn't crack or show fear.
"No. You're going to get it for me and you're going to get it now," Denise said, handing the glass to another woman and then cocking her hands on her hips in a defiant posture, her big breasts only inches from Susie's. Denise intentionally thrust out her rack to show off its size and intimidate the young brunette, looking down her nose from about a three inch height advantage.
"No, I'm done taking your crap," Susie said, standing firm.
"Oh?" Denise said with a grin. "Did little Susie grow balls all of a sudden?"
"I'm just sick and tired of being bullied by you," Susie said in an even tone.
"The bullying hasn't even begun yet, bitch," Denise threatened. "I won't even shift into high gear until Mike gets home and I fuck him! THEN I'll start the bullying."
"You SLUT!" Susie roared as she lunged forward and grabbed the top of Denise's dress with both hands, forgetting to kick off her shoes first. She pulled downward as hard as she could, and just as Peggy planned, both of Denise's huge breasts spilled into full view as the two spaghetti straps popped instantly.
"BITCH!" Denise screamed back at the top of her lungs. Contrary to the prediction, Denise did not even try to pull her dress back up. With her big jugs bouncing and swinging wildly, she tore into Susie with fury, grabbing the girl's hair and digging her claws into Susie's pretty face.
They whirled around in a hissing, screeching frenzy, falling to the floor as Denise tore out a clump of Susie's hair, slapped her face, and then tore open the front of her dress, sending buttons flying in every direction. Susie was on her back fighting for her life with Denise already straddling her, her red dress hiked up around her waist and the tops of her beige silk stockings and red garter straps fully exposed.
Betty and Peggy jumped into action, as did several other women, pulling the wildly screaming blonde off the brunette.
"Aaaaagh! Let . . . me . . . ungh . . . GO!" Denise screamed at the top of her lungs as club personnel got to the scene to help control the wildly kicking, flailing blonde dynamo.
Susie got up to a sitting position and brushed her hair back out of her face as she tried to button her dress but realized the buttons were gone. Tears streamed down her face as two men helped her to her feet.
"You BITCH! You fucking WHORE! Aaaaaagh . . . ungh . . . ungh!" Denise screamed, still wildly fighting to get free and back at Susie who said nothing.
The club manager then showed up and ordered his staff to remove the two women from the club. Chastising them both for their unladylike behavior, they were both banned from returning to the club.
Betty grabbed the torn out clump of Susie's hair from the floor as she and Peggy walked Susie to the car.
"You did GREAT in there!" Peggy lied, trying to encourage her.
"I got my ass kicked," Susie said, dejected but unhurt save the stinging in her scalp and the burn of a facial scratch.
"Doesn't matter," Betty chimed in. "You stood up to her, that's what matters!"
"If you say so," Susie said, wiping her tears away with a handkerchief.
The drive home was relatively silent with Betty and Peggy each knowing how ugly the fight had been and that Susie barely put up a fight at all. Denise was one tough customer and had the fight on, there was no telling what she might have done to the defenseless little brunette.
As they drove up, they looked around but there was no sign of Denise and the lights in her house were still out. "You want us to stay for a while?" Peggy asked.
"No," Susie shook her head. "You two go back to the dinner. I just want to get into a hot bath and forget this night ever happened."
"I don't know, I don't think you should be alone," Betty said.
"I'll be fine," Susie said. "Just wait till you see me get inside. I'll lock the door and won't go out again."
"You sure?" Peggy said, not convinced they should leave.
"Yes, I'm sure, but thanks anyway," Susie said. "I really just want to be alone right now, okay?"
"Okay," Peggy nodded. "You did good, remember that!"
Susie got out of the car, forced a smile, then headed for her house. Once she opened the door and walked inside, Peggy waited a moment and then drove away.
Susie locked the front door and then double checked it to make sure it was secure by pulling on it several times. Walking into the kitchen, she also checked the back door and it too was securely locked. She went back into the living room, kicked off her shoes, and sat down on the sofa with only the kitchen light on, leaving the living room dim. She clutched a throw pillow to her chest and tucked her legs up underneath her, sobbing into the pillow and rocking back and forth.
After about five minutes, she heard Denise come home, angrily slamming things around in her house. She heard the muted voice on the other side of the wall scream, "Fucking bitch!" and she sat perfectly still, not wanting to make a sound so Denise would think she wasn't home if she came to the door. After about a five minute tirade, things finally quieted down next door and Susie breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she heard a key slide into the lock of her front door.
"MIKE?" she said, jumping up, her heart pounding.
The door pushed open and Denise barged in, closing the door behind her and locking it again.
"How did you get in?" Susie asked, terrified and shaking.
"Well, it seems Mike . . . gave Rod a spare key . . . and asked him . . . to ask me to keep an eye on you while he was gone," Denise said in a cocky voice, shifting her weight to one leg and folding her arms across her chest. She still had on the torn dress that was lightly tucked into her strapless bra to keep it from falling down and her usual flipped and teased hair style was still slightly mussed from the altercation at the club.
"What . . . what do you want?" Susie asked as her lip trembled in absolute terror. She was trapped with this crazy woman and no help was anywhere nearby.
"Gee, I’d like your brownie recipe, okay?" Denise said sarcastically.
Susie just sat silently, looking at the wicked blonde.
"What do I want? Hmmmm," Denise said coyly and slowly. "Well, let's see. A new dress to replace the one you ripped for starters."
"Okay, no problem, I'll write you a check," Susie said quickly, sitting back down on the couch and reaching for her purse.
"Oh, there's more!" Denise said. "Tomorrow I want a formal public apology for your attack."
"Okay, no problem," Susie agreed with a quick nod.
"And . . ." Denise said slowly with a long pause and an evil grin. "tonight . . . I want to finish what we started at the club."
The tears now began as Susie cringed in fear, picking up the throw pillow again and clutching it tightly like a child might cling to a teddy bear. "No, please, I don't want to fight you," Susie pleaded.
"You wanted to fight me at the club, bitch!" Denise said in a much louder voice now.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong . . . I'm sorry!" Susie whined as the tears flowed freely.
"Too late, get up!" Denise ordered, planting her feet wide apart and arrogantly cocking her hands on her hips.
"Nooooooo . . . pleeeeeease!" Susie sobbed, trying to compress her body into a small ball on the couch.
"GET UP, BITCH!" Denise roared, pushing the coffee table aside and startling the little brunette, making her sob louder.
When Susie refused to get up, Denise moved toward her and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up off the couch.
"Ow ow ow owwwww!" Susie cried out in pain. "No . . . please . . . you're hurting me!"
"Your pain is just beginning, bitch!" Denise hissed between clenched teeth as she bunched up a fist and slammed it into Susie's stomach, doubling her over.
"Ooomph!" Susie grunted as she expelled all the air in her lungs from the vicious punch. "Oh god . . . ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned, clutching her stomach in pain.
"You fucking little goodie two-shoes bitch!" Denise hissed, flipping her fist around to wind Susie's long hair around her fist, firming up her grasp on the shiny dark tresses. "You think you can rip my dress off and humiliate me in public . . . and then think I'm not going to demand my pound of flesh?"
"I'm . . . sorry . . . P-P-Peggy and . . . and . . . Betty . . . they talked me into it," Susie confessed quickly as Denise pulled harder on her hair. "Ow ow ow!"
"Oh they did, huh?" Denise scoffed. "Well I'll deal with those two cxnts later. Right now, it's you and me, girlie, and we've got a catfight to finish!" With that, Denise threw another hard punch into Susie's gut that dropped the brunette to her knees in agony.
"No, please . . . I'm . . . I'm . . . sorry!" Susie begged. "Please . . . no."
"SHUT UP, you whiny little bitch!" Denise roared, slapping her across the face and snapping her head to the side, still holding her by the hair with her other hand.
"Aaaaaaaaagh!" Susie screamed out from the stinging slap that left a bright red handprint on her cheek.
Denise then ripped open Susie's dress again that had been pinned closed with a safety pin. Releasing the brunette's hair, Denise grabbed the dress with both hands and tore it completely open all the way down, leaving it hanging wide open like a robe, completely exposing her dark, sexy lingerie beneath.
"Well, look at you," Denise said. "Planning on finding some stray sailor to get lucky with tonight? I'll have to write Mike and tell him."
"It's nothing like that," Susie hissed back, glaring up at Denise with tear streaked, mascara smeared eyes.
Grabbing Susie's hair once again, Denise dragged her back to her feet. Denise still had her four inch heels on and now towered over Susie who was in her stocking feet. "Well then, if you weren't out on the prowl for men, then why the sexy undies?" Denise persisted.
"Ungh . . . ow . . . let go of my hair . . . owwwwww!" Susie cried out.
"Maybe you wanted to be sexy for our fight, is that it?" Denise continued. "Do you get turned on by touching other women . . . is that it?"
"No!" Susie snapped.
"There's one way to find out!" Denise hissed, running a hand between Susie's legs and rubbing the crotch of her leopard print bikini panties. "Wet! I knew it!"
"No . . . ow . . . let go of my hair!" Susie said, struggling now a little against the constant pulling pressure Denise was maintaining.
"How about that?" Denise said coyly. "The sweet little wife who is a closet lez! Who would have thought it?"
"I am not!" Susie said loudly. "Ungh . . . ow . . . I've never been with a woman!"
Denise then suddenly forced Susie back against the wall, pinning her against it and still clutching her hair with one hand. Denise leaned in very close to Susie until their noses were only inches apart and Denise's icy cold blue eyes bore into Susie's brown eyes.
"I don't suppose Rod ever told you or Mike what I did before we got married?" Denise stated rather than asked. "I was a stripper in a club down near the Pike. I met Rod when he was a customer and paid me and another girl a hundred bucks to due a girl on girl private dance for him. When he saw how I was into other girls, that was it and the rest is history." As Denise spoke, she gently ran her free hand over Susie's body as the young brunette continued to quake and cringe in fear.
"Why . . . why . . . are you telling me this?" Susie asked, trying to push Denise's hand away from her body.
"Because I'm a reasonable person," Denise said with a twisted grin. "You owe me and since you don't have the stones to fight me, I'll give you another option."
"Wh-what?" Susie asked.
"I haven't been with another woman in a while . . ." Denise said, pushing her face into Susie's and kissing her.
"Eeeeewwww!" Susie recoiled, spitting and gagging from the kiss and pushing Denise away with surprising strength. "No way, you're crazy!" Susie spat.
"Your choice, girlie . . . fight me or fuck me . . . choose!" Denise ordered, quickly recovering from the shove and pinning Susie again to the wall.
"No . . . ungh . . . ungh!" Susie refused, grunted as she struggled to escape the clutches of her tormentor.
"That's it, show a little spunk!" Denise urged, hoping Susie would finally begin to fight back. Getting roughed up was like an aphrodisiac to Denise and the thought of a catfight followed by sex was about as good as it could get for her.
Denise had fought a number of times as a stripper and had not only acquired a vast repertoire of fighting skills, but had also developed an unhealthy lust for the violent, close physical contact involved in most catfights. Having her hair pulled, getting her face slapped, and having her clothes ripped off her were all extremely arousing to the busty, bawdy blonde, as she tried to goad Susie into fighting her.
Susie tried again to push the blonde away, lifting her leg and trying to wedge her knee against Denise's abdomen. Denise twisted to maintain her hold and as she did, Su
