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Trudy vs Vanessa: Christmas Party Disagreement
« on: December 10, 2016, 01:14:42 PM »
My name is Trudy.  I'm not an accountant, but I work in an important staff role for a very large accounting firm.  I don't plan on staying there much longer, but the last couple of years have been so good, I'm socking away enough to retire in the next 2 to 3 years.  While I'm young enough to enjoy it. 

Enjoy it doing what, you ask?  Reading, for one--I love to read.  I might finally figure out what this Netflix, and binge watching TV seasons, is all about.  And power hiking, to stay in shape.  I'm blessed in that area. I'm 51 right now, but look and feel 33.

I didn't mention anyone else, did I?  When I was in my 20s, I learned that about six months is my limit for tolerating anyone else, man or woman.  So I'm careful not to tie myself down with anyone for longer than that.  If anyone hits it off with me and wants to spend about that much time together, great, let's do it.  But it's not going anywhere after that.  So, if I miss out on something because of that, so be it.  I know what makes me happy, and need to be true to that.  True to Trudy.

I mentioned the last few years at work have been good.  This past year was really, really good.  Our company throws a huge Friday night Christmas bash at the biggest downtown hotel, and I was won of 5 employees to win an overnight stay that same night in one of the hotel's penthouse executive suites.  The idea was that you could then drink like crazy at the open bar at the party, since you didn't need to worry about getting home.  But a traditional bonus, if you were single like me, was that you'd get hit on all night, with everyone knowing your sleeping arrangements for the evening.  And even if you declined, you learned who in the office had a crush on you.  So this evening promised to be interesting.

And, woah Nellie, was it ever.

I arrived, dressed in my most flattering semi-formal wear, a black-and-red theme showing lots of leg, my hair straightened and longer than I've worn it for years.  I looked and smelled fantastic.  Go ahead boys and girls, stare, and stare good.  Eat your hearts out--I qualify for AARP discounts, and can still turn heads.  Best of both worlds.

I notice that there's another company Christmas party in the hotel tonight--LA Fitness.  Much more modest affair than ours; appetizers instead of a full meal, cash bar, no music, smaller room, causing the partiers to spill out into the lobby of the hotel.  Definitely a different set of employees there--they're actually, well, fit.  Two ways to think of this.  It's either a bigger set of people for me to, umm, mingle with.  Or it's competition.

A word about that--competition.  I mentioned that 6 months is about all I can tolerate in a relationship.  Let me amend that.  6 months is about how long a partner can tolerate me, or at least my jealousy.  Jealousy adds a spark to my relationships at first.  But it gets ugly after that.  I don't know why, but I start looking for trouble with people in my partner's life around the 180-day mark--his or her exes, friends, siblings.  And not just looking for trouble--causing it.  Including, if the target in mind is my age, my size, and female, a likely catfight.  It's something instinctual in me, something I crave.  I like it to be "personal", issuing a challenge, and fighting to a finish.  With clothes off and claws out.  I like to communicate with looks that it's what we both want, that we're worthy opponents.  I resisted this part of my personality at first, but eventually came to terms with it and even embraced it.  It's who I am.  True to Trudy.

Back to tonight.  Those LA Fitness employees sure look better than our accountants, even with us dressed better.  I remember why I've only got another 3 years in accounting left in me.  Maybe even just 2.

Dinner is served at the accounting party.  I sit and talk, wondering what tonight will bring.  I'm drinking a bit more than I normally do--I can handle it, but it makes me need to pee.  What a pain.  I go to the ladies room.  I relieve myself, and go to the sink to wash up, standing next to a statuesque blonde.  Must be one of the LA Fitness employees.  I say hello, and we strike up a conversation. We continue our flirting back out to the lobby, when we are abruptly interrupted by a brunette about my size and closer to my age.

Her:  What's your problem?

Me:  Are you talking to me?

Her:  Yes, I'm asking why you're bothering my friend.

Blonde:  Umm, Vanessa, it's no big deal...

Me:  What, do you OWN her?

Her:  I don't own her.  I watch out for her.

Me:  Controlling!  You know you don't have to put up with that, right, blondie?

Her, getting in my face:  I said to stop talking to her.  You have something to say, say it to me.

Me:  Ok, Vanessa.  I don't know you, I don't want to know you.  But believe me, if there was ever a fight you want to de-escalate quickly, it's this one.

We stare each other down, nose to nose, sizing each other up.  A colleague of mine pipes in, "Trudy, she's not worth it."

Her:  You watch yourself, Trudy.

Vanessa storms off.

"Well, that was a buzzkill," says my work colleague.

But it wasn't a buzzkill.  Not to me.  The no-nonense challenge.  The staredown.  This Vanessa seemed like a worthy sparring partner to me.  And her jealousy--I recognized it as mine.  Her relationship with blondie was fraying because of it.

I knew what I needed to do.

I pulled out a business card.  I wrote on it, "Vanessa, I have Executive Suite 45 to myself tonight.  I could get blondie up here with me if I wanted.  But I thought I'd give you the opportunity first, for us to "chat", woman to woman.  Trudy."  I walked straight into the LA Fitness throng, spotted Vanessa, walked to her and handed it to her.  By the deathstare she gave me, I had no doubt she would answer my challenge affirmatively.  I handed her the note, saying I wanted to deliver it personally.  I then went up to my room, awaiting the inevitable.

Back in my suite.  Vanessa will be coming soon, I know it.  Should I change now or when she arrives.  I look so good, I decide to stay dressed.  Let her see what a real lady looks like.

I push the furniture away, making an area for our fight.  If anything gets broken, I'm on the hook.  But it's worth it.  I've earned it.  I need this tonight.

A knock at the door.  I look thru the peephole.  Vanessa, alone.  Good.

I open it, and just stare.  Vanessa stares back, then pushes past me to get in.  Damn, she has a hard body--was this a mistake?  Didn't wait for me to invite her in.  Good.  My kind of woman

She instinctively moves to one of the couches facing the bare "ring" area, and starts removing her shoes and jewelry.  Not wanting to appear to be having buyers remorse, I do the same, and up the antenna by removing my short skirt and top.  "I don't want these ruined," I unnecessarily explain.  Vanessa matches me, and we're down to underwear in no time at all.

Me:  In a hurry, sweetie?

Her:  Jessica is waiting for me.

Me:  Waiting for you, or for me?  Don't I get her if I win?

WHAM!!!!!  Vanessa slaps me full in the face, and drags me from the crouch down onto the floor.  Our hands go for each others hair, and we pull as hard as we can.  This is the full on catfight I love so much, not standing duking it out like two guys.  Just 2 women, on the floor, flesh on flesh.

Vanessa and my tits line up immediately and begin crushing each other.  Our legs curl around each other, and we're locked in the catball position in no time.  Vanessa is rubbing herself off on me, clearly frustrating by her waning sex life with Jessica.  Part of me is disgusted--I don't want to be a humping post to this bitch Vanessa.

But part of me is excited.  This fight is the rawest fight 2 women can have -- over a perceived romantic rival.  Vanessa is defending what's hers, and will fight with no rules.  I'd best step up my game.

Both of our hands have claimed clumps of hair, and now seek more sensitive targets.  I'm inclined to nipple-pinching in this situation, and being my repertoire, causing Vanessa to squeal.  She aims lower, tearing my panties and finding my clip in no time.  The pain is beyond excruciating.  We roll back and forth on the floor, wrapped together.

Vanessa and I scratch each others backs hard and deep.  I have no real shot with Jessica, but I'm not telling Vanessa that.  I want to humiliate her totally, putting the final nail in their relationship.  It's clearly not a healthy one.

"I hate you Trudy," hisses Vanessa, as we stay locked together but slow the pace of our fight.  Our hands return to our hair and resume pulling.  At this point in a catfight, a typical opponent of mine would be gassed.  But Vanessa is fit--This will be a battle of wills.

Both Vanessa and I are afraid to release our grip.  We experiment with slapping, but every slap is met with a breast pinch or a clip grab.  The pain from those is raw and primal.  As is our sweat--we've both clearly been drinking, and the carpet we've been rolling on is coated with sweat.  We can smell each other distinctly, increasing my hatred of this bitch I've just met and never want to see again.  Shit, why'd I give her my business card.

Vanessa starts rocking on my rhythmically.  The thought of her humping me disgusts me.  In hatred, I pull her hair and pinch her breasts, trying to give her any non-verbal sensation I can.  The sweat between us acts as lubrication, and the rocking motion continues.  Is this what Vanessa does with Jessica?  I picture me with Jessica.  How sweet would it be for me to walk downstairs and tell Jessica I fought her bully and won?  Jessica would be so grateful to me.  She'd do anything with me.  A..n..y..t..h..i..n..G.

In the rocking, I imagine myself with Jessica.  Is that what Vanessa is imaging now too?  Vanessa cums.  Then me.  Then Vanessa again.  If I cum simultaneously with Vanessa I swear I will seriously barf.  Vanessa and I tell each other we hate each other.  We start fighting again.

We both go for the facesit pin, wrestling desperately to get on top.  Damn, Vanessa is strong.  Her knees get on my shoulders.  I try kneeing her back.  This is normally and effective move for me, but normally my opponent hasn't destroyed my clit like Vanessa has mine.  Vanessa starts slapping my face, hissing at me to stay away from Jessica.

I'm beat, physically and psychologically.

Vanessa gathers her stuff and leaves.

And I think of something else I'll be doing when I retire.  Joining LA Fitness.

I wonder if Vanessa will still be working there.



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Trudy vs Vanessa: Christmas Party Disagreement
« on: December 10, 2016, 01:14:42 PM »

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Re: Trudy vs Vanessa: Christmas Party Disagreement
« Reply #1 on: December 10, 2016, 03:53:18 PM »
Sinclair! You continue to amaze. Another great story. Love the first person narrative.

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Re: Trudy vs Vanessa: Christmas Party Disagreement
« Reply #2 on: December 10, 2016, 06:45:56 PM »
Vanessa you Bitch. This isn't over
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Re: Trudy vs Vanessa: Christmas Party Disagreement
« Reply #3 on: December 10, 2016, 08:38:25 PM »
Reminds me some of our fight Vanessa dear, and makes me look forward even more to our next "coffee" together.

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Re: Trudy vs Vanessa: Christmas Party Disagreement
« Reply #4 on: December 10, 2016, 10:02:44 PM »
Trudy hon, anytime you want to go another round let me know.
Dana...gods yes I want to have you over for another " cup of coffee" as soon as possible.

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Re: Trudy vs Vanessa: Christmas Party Disagreement
« Reply #5 on: December 10, 2016, 11:46:22 PM »
TRUDY VS VANESSA, ROUND 2

I spend all weekend recovering from my catfight with Vanessa.  Don't get me wrong, it was totally worth it--after all, what are Friday nights for if not fucking or fighting?  But once you pass 45, a proper catfight takes days to recover from, if not weeks.  And Vanessa and my catfight definitely qualified as more than proper.

I go into the office Tuesday.  If my instincts are correct on Vanessa, Jessica and her have broken up by now.  Vanessa was so horny during our fight, she and Jessica have long since ceased having regular sex.  No doubt due to Vanessa's jealousy.

Now, don't get me wrong.  My opinion of myself is not so inflated that I think I can regularly date blonde bombshells like Jessica.  But, I'm not looking to date.  I'm looking for a roll in the hay with a heartbroken, lonely blonde.  While she's vulnerable.  Horrible, I know.  But the beautiful blondes ate always the available ones, I've found;  everyone is afraid to ask them out.

I call LA Fitness and ask if Jessica works there, and if she gives private classes.  Bingo, cardio kickboxing.

Figures--Vanessa was dating a fighter.

I ask for a private hour.  I prepay.  I don't give my name as Trudy.  Too obvious.  Jessica will recognize me when I arrive.

$400 per hour.  Totally worth it.  On Friday afternoon.

I spend all week thinking about Jessica.  Lordie, is she hot.  I stalk her on the Internet.  Just a few pics, but so hot.

I hate you, Vanessa, for dating her.

I'm in the workout room Friday afternoon, waiting for Jessica.  She does a double take.

Her:  Ohh..., umm..., you're the woman from the Christmas party.  I'm so sorry, I didn't want trouble, I..., umm...

Me:  No, no.  It's not what you think.  Just the opposite.  I'm here to make sure YOU'RE ok.

Her:  Well, umm, not really.  Vanessa and I broke up.

<<<I'm glad to hear that.>>>>

Me:  I'm sorry to hear that.  But, Jessica, she seemed a bit abusive.

Her <<<<sobbing>>>>>

To be continued.....






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Re: Trudy vs Vanessa: Christmas Party Disagreement
« Reply #6 on: December 11, 2016, 07:11:46 PM »
Vanessa, Looks like we may get that 2nd round after all.
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Re: Trudy vs Vanessa: Christmas Party Disagreement
« Reply #7 on: December 12, 2016, 02:46:13 AM »
INTERLUDE--THE REAL TRUDY

Now, let me correct some misperceptions I've given about myself, both from my suite fight with Vanessa, and my advances on Jessica.

Number one, I almost always come out for a fight claws bared and heels on.  Trust me, if I had had even a hunch that my suite stay would involve an impromptu catfight, I would have been dressed, umm, shall we say, less upscale.  Less uptown.  Less upstate.  Less uppercrust.  The heels woulda been three fingers higher, at least, and the nails eight orders of magnitude sharper.  That's how I roll;  mess with me at your own risk.  I'm a wolf in wolf's clothing.

Vanessa caught me on an off night.  Spirit of the season, and all.

Now, second.  I was taking a detour, a pit stop, with Jessica.  But Vanessa was still my bogey.  There was no way I was done with her.  None.  Zero.  Trust me.

But back to Jessica.  She spilled her guts.  And then it was Three Minutes in Heaven.  For a week.

Jessica showed me how yhe young girls do it these days.  I'm normally the alpha.  And Jessica let me do a bit of that.  But Jessica went to town on me.  Part of it was a damsel-in-distress thing--I had guarded her honor Friday night.  But mostly it was a student-teaches-the-teacher thing.  Jessica knows her way around PornHub.  FonF section.  I'll leave it at that.  

Naturally, I have her a diamond for Christmas.

Totally worth it.

But all good even the best new relationships stop being, we'll, new.  And Jessica and I hit that point just as it was time to put away the Christmas decorations for the year.

New Year's Resolutions 1, 2, and 3.

1.  Fight Vanessa

2.  Fight Vanessa

3.  Fight Vanessa

To be continued.....
« Last Edit: December 12, 2016, 02:46:56 AM by sinclairfan »

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Re: Trudy vs Vanessa: Christmas Party Disagreement
« Reply #8 on: December 12, 2016, 09:27:55 AM »

So happy of watching Trudy and Vanessa going at it... Long time I don't see any of you.

Sinclair (is this your name? The "Fan" confuses me), This is a nice story, gracefully written and, as a writter myself, I congratulate you for it.

Thank you



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Re: Trudy vs Vanessa: Christmas Party Disagreement
« Reply #9 on: December 17, 2016, 09:36:55 PM »
LATE JANUARY--I FIGHT A STRANGER

By late January, I was in full blown winter blues mode.  The weather was cold, and the action in my bedroom even colder.

Jessica had ditched me without even the courtesy of a goodbye, and before the diamond I'd bought her for Christmas was paid off.  From 12 hours of sex per session to none for a month.

Not fun.

And Vanessa was no where in sight either, having resigned from LA Fitness.  Without leaving a forwarding address.

The year was off to a gruesome start.  I was going to make a bitch pay.  Any bitch would do.  But I got it into my head to take down a blonde my age.

I got out my wolf clothing.  Short skirt, high heels, busy top, 1980s throwback hair (sort of; without the hairspray or the feathering). 

And I went to a sports bar on NFL playoff Saturday.

But, wait, you ask, weren't gross men all over you?

Yes, they were.  And if they were out alone, I told them to bug off.  And if they were with a date, I locked eyes with her.

Now, in order to make most efficient use of my time, I checked the lineup first.  Pittsburgh Steelers--jackpot.  Their fans have the most 40-something bitches.

I waste time with 20 men and 7 women.

Then I see her.

Krissy.  Can't make this stuff up.  As in Krissy Snow.

Same weight class as me.  Same age.  Same clothes (except for the shoes--hers are more sensible).

By halftime, we're mouthing "fuck you" across the bar to each other.  She's wearing a wedding ring, but the man she's with isn't.  Slut.

Perfect.

To be continued.....

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« Reply #10 on: December 18, 2016, 08:34:24 AM »
is Krissy Snow somebody i should know ?
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Re: Trudy vs Vanessa: Christmas Party Disagreement
« Reply #11 on: December 18, 2016, 08:50:33 AM »
Isn't that the character's name on "Three's Company"? LOL

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« Reply #12 on: December 18, 2016, 03:56:32 PM »
Then we must have been at the Regal Beagle
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Re: Trudy vs Vanessa: Christmas Party Disagreement
« Reply #13 on: December 19, 2016, 02:55:58 PM »
MY FIGHT WITH KRISSY SNOW

As soon as we're back at my place, Krissy is using my bathroom.  How rude, I think, until I realize she's in there not to relieve herself, but to pop prescription pills.  Xanax, no doubt--I've fought a couple other bitches like this.  Wanna know what scares me about them?  During the fight, they feel no pain.  So you can't end the fight by submitting them with a hold--you need to be stronger and get on top on them.  Could be a long night. 

Krissy then goes straight into my bed room, hops on my bed, and calls me over.  Now, this is really rude.  Is she clueless, or just trying to provoke me?  Even when I fight a bitch I have an actual grudge with, if I'm at her place, I show respect for her property and home.  What have I signed up for tonight?

I hope of the bed.  Krissy is a grubby one.  Our hands are all over each other, pinching and twisting, and starting to slowly strip each other.  I look at Krissy's crotch--the carpet matches the drapes.  A real blonde. 

Krissy is good with her hands.  I'm getting aroused.  Are we going to fight or fuck?  The anticipation is driving me wild.

We lock eyes and call each other names.  Slut.  Whore.  Bitch.  cxnt.

We're topless now.  We pull each other close.  Krissy's hard nipples dig into mine, like sandpaper scratching paint.  Mine feel some inadequate compared to hers, so much softer.  Have I underestimated this woman?

Krissy now leaves no doubt this is a fight.  Her hands are in my back now, digging into flesh.  My hands go into her blonde hair, hers into mine, and we're rolling on the bed.    My breasts are in excruciating pain.

My fear, my desire to hurt Krissy, is primal.  I never get tired of this feeling--it's new every time.

I need to step up my game, and fast.  Krissy and I are angry now, screeching and hissing at each other.  Our faces rub together.  Did she just kiss me?  The hairpulling is as hard as I can ever remember being involved in.

Our legs wrap together, and we buck our crotches hatd, trying to inflict more pain, not wanting to release our hands from each others hair.  My eyes are tearing so badly that I can't see.

Neither of us are trying to win a fight.  We're just trying to hurt each other.

And I love it.

To be continued.....

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Re: Trudy vs Vanessa: Christmas Party Disagreement
« Reply #14 on: December 20, 2016, 11:41:53 AM »
MY FIGHT FLOPS

So, you know how I said I'm a wolf in wolf's clothing?

Well, turns out, Krissy Snow was a sheep in wolf's clothing.

About 15 minutes in to our "fight", she climbed on top of me, and started kissing me.  Hard, but totally kissing me.  And fondling me. 

Turns out, Krissy just likes rough sex.  All that hairpulling and grabbing and namecalling?  Just foreplay to her.  She came into my bedroom because she wanted to sleep with me.  Simple as that.

I played along for a bit.  I kissed her back, and felt her up.

But I wasn't "into it".  To start with, Krissy was no Jessica, either in looks, or in skill.  Had Jessica spoiled me for other women?  I sure hoped not.  But it was too soon after Jessica to be with a woman like Krissy.  In fact, it reminded me how empty I was feeling.

As Krissy pleasure herself on my indifferent body, my mind wandered to Vanessa.  Had Jessica sent her into a similar tailspin after they split?  Was Vanessa unable to "get back on the horse" and have relationships?  Is that why she quit her job and moved away?

Krissy rolls off of me, and begins gently fingerings me.  I lay on my back and relax.  I tell Krissy her rhythmic rubbing feels good, and she continues doing it, kissing my neck.  My mind wanders.  I picture Vanessa in my mind.  She and I are naked, angrily facing each other.  We face slap each other, moderately hard at first, then very hard, then viciously.

Vanessa and I grab each others hair, not breaking eye contact.  Krissy senses my excitement, and modulates her fingerings to my waves of arousal.  My hands clench, imaging themselves tearing at Vanessa's hair.  In my mind, Vanessa and I hit the ground hard, rolling over and over, never releasing our grip.  I cum repeatedly all over Krissy's hand, but still wanting more.  More hairpulling with Vanessa, more waves of ecstasy.  My entire body is aroused, and Krissy begins sucking my breasts hard.  I continue to cum to the memory of my catfight with Vanessa, and the desire for another one.  Imagination is not enough now, my desire so strong, that I grab Krissy's hair, and she grabs mine, and we roll off my bed on onto the floor.  I cum 2 final times, and collapse into exhaustion on Krissy's body.  I want it to be Vanessa's body.

But it's not.

But now I know what I need to do.

I need to find Vanessa.

 

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