In college I worked in maintenance at an apartment complex. It was a pretty disgusting job but I really needed the money. The only advantage was that there were some single girls who lived there and also some pretty hot MILF's, some who were divorced. The complex had a pool and it got a lot of use in the summer. The manager told me I had to check the pool area at least four or five times a day and pick up any trash, empty the garbage cans, skim the water for any debris, and straighten the lounge furniture.
There was one woman named Libby who seemed to like me. I had fixed some things in her apartment for her and once after work I put together some bookshelves and she gave me a cold beer. Libby was 38 and divorced, about 5' 7" and thin with small still-firm breasts and shoulder length dark straight hair and she liked to hang out at the pool and flirt. Of course that didn't make her very popular with the other women who lived there. One thing that was a little strange about Libby was that she had this dark hair on her arms and thighs that you could see when she was at the pool. Sometimes she didn't shave often enough and her armpits showed some stubble almost like a three or four day beard on a guy's face. I heard a couple of the other women talking about her and one of them said, "she ought to shave those pits, it's disgusting."
One hot day I was on my usual round and there must have been 15 women lounging around the pool. Libby was laid out in her usual chaise lounge with her arms above her head and her legs splayed out, but this time she was wearing a tiny little thong bottom and a top that was just as small. Not only were there visible stubbly black hairs in her underarms, but around the edges of her thong this thick black pubic hair was protruding. When I went to empty the garbage can near her I could see that this hair actually grew out onto her thighs. I had never seen anything like this. All of the other women at this pool were carefully groomed and smooth with not a body hair in sight, but Libby was showing it off for all to see.
At the end of the day I made my final cleaning round and the only two women left at the pool were Libby and this woman named Linda. Linda was a kind of tough looking chick around 35 who had worked as a waitress and bar tender and had probably been in her share of fights. She was around 5'3" and muscular for a girl and most of the time looked like she was in a bad mood. Linda was getting up to leave the pool and as she walked past Libby she said to her, “you know you really ought to trim or shave that jungle between your legs. It’s so ugly.”
Libby stood up with her hands on her hips and said, “you’ve got some nerve talking about my pubic hair with your big mouth. Mind your own damn business, bitch.” Linda said, “who are you calling a bitch?” Libby said “You and what are you gonna do about it, bitch?” Libby turned and walked toward her apartment but Linda followed her and grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. Before Libby could even put her fists up Linda socked her right under the eye. Libby fell back against the wall of the apartment building but Linda was right there swinging at her face and connecting, making Libby’s head snap back with each punch. Libby wanted to fight but Linda was hitting her so fast and so hard that she couldn’t really do anything. Linda hit Libby hard in the stomach doubling her over and then an upper cut stood Libby back up. Her hands tried to block Linda’s punches but they kept landing on Libby’s face bloodying her nose and cutting her lower lip. Libby's eyes were starting to swell and then Linda hit her low on her belly right above her pubic hair patch. Libby went down to her knees with one hand on her belly and the other trying to cover up her face. A couple of other women walked by and they gasped as Libby went down on her side curled up on the ground trying not to get punched again. She was sobbing as Linda stood up and stopped hitting her and said, “keep your fat mouth shut you hairy cxnt” and turned and walked away.
One of the other women came over to Libby and said, “are you ok?” Libby nodded and said, “leave me alone… I’m fine… just go away.” The other women left and Libby slowly got up and sat down on a bench nearby. I came over to try to help her but she waived me off. She held a towel over her face to try to stop the blood oozing from her nose and lip. One of the female office managers had heard that there was a commotion at the pool and found Libby sitting on the bench with the towel over her face. She came over and said, “I heard there was a fight. Let me see.” Libby pulled the towel down and the manager said, “oh my god, she really beat the shit out of you. I don’t think she broke your nose but you’re gonna have a pair of real shiners tomorrow.” Libby muttered, “oh shit” and the manager said, “and a nice fat lip too!”
She called me over and said, "why didn't you stop them?" I just said, "it happened so fast there wasn't anything I could do." It was true, the whole fight lasted about 20 seconds. The manager said, "help her back to her apartment and get her some ice for her face." I put my arm around Libby's shoulder and escorted her to her apartment. When we got inside I went to her kitchen and put some ice in a zip lock bag. She immediately put the ice pack on her face but I could see there was already a purplish black mouse forming under each of her eyes and her lower lip had a cut on it and was protruding out from her face. I offered to take her to the ER or call a doctor but she said she was ok and to just leave her alone.
The next day Libby was not at the pool so I decided to stop by her apartment to see if she was ok. I knocked and there was no answer but I waited, hoping she would be there. As I turned to leave the door opened just a crack. Libby looked out and saw me and opened the door further. She was wearing some large sunglasses and said, "oh, it's you. come to check on me?" I said, "yeah, I was a little worried after what happened yesterday." She said, "come on in. I owe you a beer for helping me." I stepped inside and Libby took off the sunglasses. Her eyes were swollen, but not shut, and each of her eyelids was black and the mouse under each of her eyes had turned into a black and purple crescent. It looked like she had a black ring around each eye. She still had a fat lip too but it was only a little bigger than the left side of her mouth and had a small bruise under it.
Libby said, "I know I look like an ugly mess but that bitch attacked me without warning. Look what she did to my face." I said, "well, you reacted to her wisecrack about your body hair and it was just what she wanted." Libby said, "it's not the first time this bush has gotten me into trouble and probably won't be the last. next time I run into that Linda things are going to turn out differently. she's going to be the one wearing sunglasses." All I could think was that I hope I'm around when they have a rematch because it would probably be a hell of a fight. Sadly I graduated and left that job before I got a chance to find out.
