Settling the Debt
Jenny and her husband Jim ran a darts business in the Midlands. They had owned a factory where the darts were produced, but following hard times and a lengthy strike the business had been declared insolvent.
Jenny remembered the strike well, she had been 21 at the time, newly married, the boss?s new wife. Frustrated by the fruitlessness of the dispute and with the impetuousness of youth she had challenged the older woman leading the strike to settle the dispute in a one on one fight. Surprised the woman agreed they had fought on the factory floor, rolling and scrapping, cheered on by management and workers in front of her new husband, gaining a hard earned victory and ending the dispute. As her husband bathed her scratches that night she confided her love of fighting.
The years passed and after the business collapse the couple set up a much smaller business in their own home selling dart products to shops and pubs. It was hard keeping their heads above water. Now 36, Jenny was an attractive woman, 5?8?, with short blonde hair and long legs.
While Jim sold the products, Jenny?s role was to deal with the suppliers. Most were based in small factory units in the south east of England and Jenny would regularly make the 300 mile round trip to collect supplies. These were her favourite times, especially in summer when she would leave home very early, dressed in a short skirt or dress, and drive south, her skirt creeping up revealing long legs and shapely thighs, enjoying the hoots of admiring lorry drivers as she passed them.
She liked nearly all her suppliers, flirting with bosses and workers alike. There was one exception, a company she detested but unfortunately had to use because of the particular specialist darts only they produced
Their small factory unit was based on an industrial estate on the outskirts of Harlow in Essex. The boss, Ian, was the very definition of sleaze. In his early forties, arrogant, convinced he was God?s gift to women. His office was upstairs above the factory floor, at the rear of a larger room where the three members of his admin team sat. They were like the three witches from Macbeth, cliquy, bitchy, dismissive of outsiders. Kate was in her early fifties, Hannah her early twenties, supervised by Liz, the biggest bitch of all. Liz was 32, a similar size to Jenny, with dark hair to her shoulders. She and Jenny took an instant dislike to each other, bordering on hatred, fuelled by Ian?s flirting with Jenny.
On her long journeys south or sometimes in bed at night, Jenny would fantasise about fighting Liz, imagining rolling on the floor, pinning her, slapping and scratching, humiliating her. She wondered if Liz imagined the same.
Liz did. Liz was a bitch and knew it. In fact she loved being one. Over the years this had inevitably led to confrontation with other men?s wives and girlfriends, or with girls she passed bitchy comments on. This had led to fights at school or behind pubs. Her bitchiness was displayed when she fought, she would do anything to win. The culmination had come last year when she took a fancy to a guy in the factory downstairs. His girlfriend also worked there and Liz had provoked the smaller girl into an arranged fight. It had taken place in the park across the road from the factory in a secluded corner behind trees with most of the workforce watching including the guy. The other girl had fought bravely but was no match for Liz who clawed and scratched her way to victory. The guy was just a trophy and Liz soon discarded him.
Ian had watched the fight and it had excited him greatly. After that Liz and Ian became occasional lovers, fantasising about fighting in cheap hotel rooms
Few women stood up to Liz but Jenny was an exception which infuriated Liz. Ian knew the buttons to press, winding Liz up with stories of Jenny beating her in a fight. Just like Jenny, Liz fantasied about what she would do.
Jenny and Jim?s business was a struggle, but then they had a breakthrough when a pub chain ordered ?10,000 worth of darts. The order would cost them ?5,000 but there would be a healthy profit. The problem was that the only company who could provide the specialist order quickly enough were the Harlow company. Reluctantly Jenny made contact with Ian. He took great delight in emphasising how big a favour he was doing her and also demanded payment up front in full. Jenny scraped together the whole of her savings and made the payment.
A week later Jenny drove south to collect the order. As the boxes were loaded into her car she climbed the stairs, returning the challenging stare from Liz as she passed her desk. Ian?s suggestion that she found a way to repay his prompt delivery made her flesh creep
Next morning she and Jim unloaded the order at home to check them before delivery. The darts were the wrong specification. The whole order was useless! In a rage she rang Ian, who denied it was his fault. As calm as she could Jenny pointed out that it was. She had not made the mistake. She demanded her money back. She could hear the smirk in his voice as he refused and rang off.
Very early next morning Jenny slipped out of bed. It was mid June and already light. It was going to be a hot day. She dressed in a white skirt to mid thigh and a denim shirt. She was determined to confront Ian and get her money back
Three hours later, just after nine, she drove into the factory car park, parking next to Ian?s jaguar. Ignoring a wolf whistle or two from the factory floor she climbed the stairs still seething with anger.
Liz was sat behind her desk dressed in the opposite way to Jenny with a very short denim skirt and white sleeveless top. She tensed as Jenny entered the room
?What do you want??
?To see Ian ?
?He?s not seeing anyone today?
?He?s seeing me?
Liz stood up. Kate and Hannah were watching intently
?He?s not?
?You going to stop me??
Ian?s door opened. He had heard the commotion. As Jenny passed Liz, Liz made a grab for her. For a second they clinched eye to eye then Jenny shook her off. As she headed for Ian she turned around
?You and me bitch, anytime?
With that she pushed past Ian into his office. He shot Liz a glance and shut the door. He turned to face Jenny.
?What do you want?
?My ?5000 back. You knew those goods were wrong?
?You can never prove that?
?If you don?t pay I?ll take you to court?
?Do you know how long that will take. Sit down?
Jenny took a seat, her flesh creeping as Ian blatantly stared at her legs as her skirt reeves up revealing her upper thigh. Then he smiled at Jenny.
?I do have another suggestion?
?What?s that??
?I might be willing to pay you back in return for certain favours ?
?Meaning??
?I think you know what I mean?
?You odious snivelling rat. I wouldn?t sleep with you if you were the last person on earth?
?Then you can forget your money. Take me to court. Now get out before I get Liz to throw you out?
?Let her try. You?d love that wouldn?t you, me and her scrapping on your office floor?
Ian opened his door
?Piss off Jenny?
Jenny stormed out of the office. As she passed Liz ?s desk she echoed her boss?s words
?Yes piss off Jenny?
Jenny swung round on the other side of the desk. Ian, Kate and Hannah watched intently
?What did you say bitch??
Liz stood up.
?I said piss off bitch?
Jenny turned and moved back a couple of steps into the open area of the office. She slipped off her shoes
?Over here now bitch, you and me one on one. Let?s do this, let?s fight bitch?
Liz took a step forward. Jenny tensed
?Come on...fight me?
Ian, Kate and Hannah spoke as one
?Go on Liz fight her?
?Come on bitch you heard the boss?
Liz took another step forward. Then she faltered and sat down
?She?s not worth it?
Jenny pulled her shoes on
?You pathetic bitch?
She stormed from the office
Jenny drove north seething with despair and rage. Despair because she needed the money back and she knew court was a long and expensive option, rage mixed with frustration because she wanted to fight Liz more than she had ever wanted anything. She would have fought Ian as well
Luckily Jim was away on a short sales trip. Jenny showered and went to bed but couldn?t sleep. She tried to figure out what to do then began to imagine how the fight with Liz would have gone. She could see them rolling on the office floor, scratching and clawing, their clothes ripped. The thoughts made her squirm with pleasure
Next morning she woke with the beginnings of an idea. Ridiculous but tensions were so high it just might work
She sat in front of her computer and compiled several drafts of the e mail before she was happy. She read it once more.
A Proposition
Ian we both know you owe me ?5000. You refuse to pay. I can take you to court but we both know that will be a long and expensive process.
Instead I propose we settle the debt in a time honoured, traditional way. I challenge Liz to meet me in a fair, organised one on one fight
If I win you pay me ?5000. If I lose you do not pay me
Fight to take place within 2 weeks at your premises
Do you and Liz accept?
Jenny
Jenny read and re-read the email then pressed send. The die was cast
The rest of the day was excruciating. She must have checked her in box 50 times. Nothing. She went to bed with a heavy heart
Next morning she checked again. Just after nine it popped in
Re A Proposition
Your proposition is most interesting. Liz accepts your challenge. Fight to take place this Friday at 12midday.
Jenny?s heart thumped. She was filled with a mixture of excitement, anticipation and nerves. Friday. Just two days away. Jim returned that day. Taking a deep breath she told him everything. She hoped he would not try to talk her out of it. She need not have worried. He was intrigued and, judging by his erection, equally excited. He was nervous, he didn?t want her hurt, but also proud of what she was willing to do. It was thrilling, primeval, delicious
Thursday night they lay in bed too excited to sleep. She ran her fingers up his erection, he caressed her breasts and thighs whispering what he wanted her to do to Liz, asking her how she would win
After little sleep they were up early. After showering Jenny thought carefully then slipped on a very short blue summer dress over white lacy bra and panties. She left her legs bare and stepped into white sandals. The dress barely covered her upper thighs and would give her long, strong legs maximum freedom in the fight
Jim drove them south in a high state of excitement, glancing often at Jenny?s legs, bare to the top, with a glimpse of her white panties. They parked up at a quarter to twelve. Taking a deep breath they walked inside. Silence fell as they crossed the factory floor to the stairs. Two dozen expectant faces, men and women. A murmur
?It?s on?
?Catfight?
The outer office was deserted. They crossed it and entered Ian?s office. He sat with his feet on his desk
?So it?s on?
?It?s on?
Ian stared at her legs
?You?re looking good?
Next to her Jim bristled
?Watch your mouth ?
A delicious image of Jim and Ian scrapping over her passed through Jenny?s mind. She dismissed it. Not now
Ian handed her a piece of paper. Already signed by Ian and Liz it was a contract covering payment if Jenny won, an agreement that both women entered the fight of their own free will and that it would end when one woman said ?I give ?. Jenny read it quickly and signed her name
Ian stood up
?Let?s go?
He led them down the stairs and across the now deserted factory floor to a rear exit. He pushed it open. It led outside to a delivery yard. A raised platform ran round three sides. To the other side were large closed gates. A high wall concealed the yard from outside. Around the raised platform the factory workers were gathered, expectant. On the far side Jenny spotted Liz, Kate and Hannah. Hannah was tying back lIz?s hair. Liz was wearing a white dress every inch as short as Jenny?s. On the concrete floor below four large mats had been placed creating a fighting arena. Jenny waited, tense, her stomach gripped with nerves and excitement. She was going to fight the bitch at last. The stakes could not have been higher. She wanted this more than she ever wanted anything. She ached to fight, to tangle, to scrap, to destroy the bitch.
Ian walked to the centre of the mats and addressed the crowd
?Jenny claims we owe her money. She has challenged Liz to settle the debt. They will fight, uninterrupted, until one submits. There are no other rules. Come forward ladies
Jenny tingled. She turned, kissed Jim and walked down the steps. At the edge of the mat she slipped off her shoes. Opposite her Liz did the same. They stepped onto the mat and stood three feet apart. Jenny was aware of her erect nipples and of Liz?s too. They both pulled their short dresses even higher, long legs bare, two evenly matched animals aching with anticipation ready to give their all
Ian stepped forward
?Are you ready Liz??
Liz nodded her eyes fixed in a stare down
?Are you ready Jenny??
?I?m ready?
?I?m so ready for this bitch?
?I?ve never wanted anything more?
Ian raised his hand
?Fight...fight?
To be continued...
