[justlooking9000]

7.7 The Duel Room: Parking Lot
By justloooking9000
jutslooking9000@live.com

Photos at the end of post


Parking lot outside office building 1:24

While strife and chaos was about to set in all throughout the building, outside it had been a chilly, cloudy day, the rain coming in starts and stops throughout the day, leaving a smell of fresh grass and puddles of water on the wet concrete of the parking lot. The pretty Zhou Sichao (English name Chelsea Zhou) paced around the office impatiently like a caged tigress, glancing at the window every now and then.

She glanced at her reflection on the window, seeing a stunningly beautiful Chinese girl with spotless pale skin and long brunette hair reaching down her perky jugs. She adjusted her attire, a timeless combination consisting of a black miniskirt showcasing her long legs, a white sleeveless top with moderate cleavage. Sichao had “forgotten” to wear a bra today, leading to a nice bouncing effect whenever she took a step, helped by strapped high heels that would stay in place even in the most vicious of catfights.

The Chinese bombshell’s heart skipped a beat when she saw the target of her affections, Liu Wei (English name Peter Liu), walking around the parking lot, alongside a perky German transfer who had laid claim on him 3 months ago after ousting his ex-girlfriend in a sordid back alley catfight. The Thai beauty had put up a furious struggle but in the end she proved no match for the Teutonic warrioress. Now his official girlfriend, the German Laura Jung had jealously guarded her territory since becoming his official girlfriend.

Sichao inwardly snarled, training her eyes on the only obstacle between herself and Peter’s hard, throbbing cock. She had been spoiling to tangle with her blonde nemesis for a while, knowing that winning a catfight is a sure shortcut to his bedroom, yet had agreed to hold her fire for two weeks to join the ambush Amy Lin had planned. She wanted no interference when she sank her nails into the German wench.

The coming of a frantic co-worker bringing news of a catfight breaking out in the manager’s office told Sichao it was finally showtime.

As Sichao walked downstairs for a showdown, blonde Laura and her boyfriend were in the middle of an empty parking slot surrounded on three sides by cars. The voluptuous Laura moaned, feeling his hands roaming the tiny short sleeved black mini dress that abundantly exposed cleavage. She moved forward on her strapped stilettos, shoving her perky melons into Peter’s chest as they furiously kissed and caressed each other like animals in heat.


From time to time the German sex kitten looked at the entrance with anxiety. Something big was coming and she knew it. She remembered well what had happened one month and a half ago, when  fellow Caucasian girl, Jennifer Chambers, and a Chinese skank -Cindy Wang- fought tooth and nail in the office over American Alan (The Duel Room: East vs West). She found the official explanation of what happened next a load of bullshit. There was no way Jennifer had been fired for “starting a catfight in the office,” and indeed, her friend Sophie Jansen confirmed that a duel had occurred. Regrettably, after a hard-fought tit fight, followed by a bitter catfight in front of the disputed guy, Jennifer lost her man to the Chinese wench and was sent back to the UK.

Since the duel, the Chinese girls started to get uppity, insolently flirting with the men of several foreign girls and unwilling to back down when challenged. That included her boyfriend, who seemed to have gotten in intimate terms with a Chinese harpy called Sichao. She had words with the Chinese slut, telling her to back down or face the consequences of going after her man, only for the argument to devolve in a messy school girl hairpulling when the insolent bitch told her to mind her own business.

This week had been particularly nerve wracking. She could feel the thick layer of tension oozing from the Chinese women. Believing the German bimbo to be another ignorant foreigner (Laura in fact had a working knowledge of Mandarin and Cantonese), the Chinese girls carelessly blabbed in their native language, talking about an “ambush” “getting rid of the foreign whores” “Friday 1:30” “fight for our men.” She understood she was to be the target of one such “ambush.”

Laura suspected she knew who the ambusher was supposed to be. The Teutonic siren could have stayed home to avoid a catfight…but she did not. She relished the thought of having an excuse for sinking her nails into that impudent Asian skank but it was going to be on her terms. The blonde beauty had wisely chosen the parking lot for her fighting stage, where she could see any incoming “ambush” from a mile away.

Laura closed her eyes, savouring her boyfriend’s tongue invading her mouth. She opened her eyes and immediately tensed up, spotting the Chinese Sichao crossing the parking lot towards her! Having had had fair share of catfights, Laura knew perfectly well that the Sichao’s unexpected appearance could only mean one thing. Which was all good with Laura, since she had been spoiling to scratch the Chinese whore silly!

-“I’m here to take him away from you!”-said the sexy Sichao, walking into the empty parking slot where Laura and Peter were making out.

-“You sneaky slant eyed whore!”-roared Laura, pushing her boyfriend aside and meeting her sexual rival inside the empty parking slot-“You’ll stay away from my man!”


Grabbing one large chunks of brown and blonde hair with one hand, the jealous girls used their open palms to slap her sexual rival’s face with wild abandon as their heels steeped onto the puddles of water, making splashes as they violently contorted and distorted their bodily shapes in the savage slapfest.

-“Nothing wrong with showing him he can do better than a cheap foreign whore!”- said Sichao, trying to stay focused as her head was twisted all over the place and the hemline of her miniskirt started to ride up her thigh.

-“Oh please! I’ve been shoving your flat tits into my man, like an washed out hooker desperate for business”- interjected the German bombshell, her wobbling legs trying to start in place as the incoming slaps reddened her cheeks and the hemline of her miniskirt provided glimpses of the blue thong underneath.

-“I’m giving him what’s he’s not getting from you!”-said Sichao as the two girls crashed into the side of a white car, the two girls viciously slapping and pulling hair as they rolled around the car.
 
-“After I’m done with you no man will want to even look at you!”- said Laura, the violent contortions messing up her dress and causing her perky melons to pop out of the dress.

-“Don’t you dare saobi (stinking cxnt)! I’ll RUIN you!”-jeered Sichao as she sank the pointed end of her stiletto into Laura’s exposed feet. The blonde beauty squealed, releasing her hairpull and staggering backwards on one heel while Sichao wrapped her arms around her chest from behind. The Chinese siren firmly grabbed Laura’s pert left tit while the other hand sneaked under her romantic rival’s short skirt-“No bra and a trashy thong? Talk about a cheap second-class hooker” 

-“Let me go you chink”-grunted Laura, feeling Sichao’s nails uncomfortably grazing too close to her crotch. She walked backwards, slamming her Asian tormentor against a red car over and over again, feeling Sichao’s nails loosen their grip on her chest until she was finally free! Turning around, the angry German goddess latched onto Sichao’s long brown tresses and started pounding her against the windows of the red car-“Don’t ever call me cheap again you sorry excuse of a woman!”

Sichao squealed, using her arms to soften the impact of her head clashing against the car window. She gazed sideways, locking her eyes on Laura’s exposed, pointy nipples dangling just in front of her, ripe for the taking. She gritted her teeth, bringing her delicate hands forward and sank! her talons deep into the blonde floozy’s tit flesh. Laura grimaced, her face a silent poem of agony as she felt the ravenous Chinese banshee maliciously twisting her prized melons.


-“Let go my tits you Schlampe (slut)!”-moaned Laura as she frantically scratched and hit the stubborn Chinese slut to no avail.

-“It’s not like they were anything to write home about…argh”-squealed Sichao, feeling Laura sinking her high heel into her flat abs, pushing her away. The sexy Chinese reeled backwards, falling into one of the big puddles of brown water on the empty parking spot.

Laura heaved, taking a moment to wipe away her tears as she massaged her delicate boobs-“So you want to pull titties? I’ll tear those tiny nipples off and give them to my boyfriend later!”

The vengeful German seductress raised her leg to punish the insolent girlfriend when Sichao kicked her shin, making her lose balance and fall into the puddle! The two water-soaked girls rolled around the dirty body of water, squirming and twisting their bodies, each using her sharp nails to graft her opponent’s soft, smooth skin! Peter’s manhood strained against his pants, seeing their miniskirts rolling up around the young women’s waists, letting Peter get a peak of the ridiculously flimsy thongs that barely covered the womanhood of his two lovers.

The commotion attracted the attention of colleagues, the audience glued behind the windows of the office building as they shouted excitedly at the wild cats trashing about in a wild catball. <TEAR THAT GWEILO’S TITS OFF SICHAO> [TEACH THAT CHINESE SKANK A LESSON LAURA] <GO FOR THE PUSSY SICHAO!> [MAKE HER SORRY SHE WENT AFTER YOUR MAN LAURA] <LEAVE HER BALD SICHAO!> Bite her boobs Laura!

Sichao’s flimsy silk top practically melted in Laura’s unforgiving hands, letting the Chinese beauty’s bouncy knockers to spring forward into the open proudly, freely bobbing all over the place as the two women made huge splashes every time they exchanged the top positions.

SLAG SAGGY TITS HUSSY TINY TITS WENCH SKANK GWEILO DOG CHINESE FLOOZY, profanities flew left and right as Laura managed to pin down the Chinese banshee in a schoolgirl pin and twisted! Sichao’s jugs with her nails, kneading them over like they were putty. Sichao let out a high-pitched scream as her boobs were tortured, yet she quickly returned the favour, bucking as she ripped into Laura’s rack with her own claws!

Seeing the Chinese wench trying to latch onto her blonde tresses, Laura moved backwards, leaving a slight gap between her crotch and her belly. The wily Sichao quickly attacked the opening, sneaking her hand under Laura’s torn miniskirt and sinking her nails into Laura’s moist love hole, then curling and pulling! her finger in this dirtiest of catfight tactics.

Laura cursed as she collapsed sideways, making a thunderous splash as she massaged her cxnt with her hands. The Chinese sex kitten quickly pounced, reversing the schoolgirl pin, tugging the foreign whore’s wet hair and whacking her wet face with her open palm.

-“HE’S”-*slap*

-“MINE!”- *slap*

-“MINE!”-*slap*

-“MINE!!”-*slap*

-“ARGH!”-yelped Sichao when the dizzy Laura cupped some rain water with her hand and hurled the brown liquid at Sichao’s eyes blinding her! The topless Chinese beauty covered her eyes, trying to get the dirty water off her eyes as she fell backwards, giving the Teutonic warrioress a chance to get away and stand on her feet.

Peter watched transfixed at the sorry, yet highly erotic appearance of the two women sharing his bed. The drenched Laura was practically naked, her black dress having finally fallen off, leaving her practically naked but for her black panties. She limped, grimacing as she lightly massaged her pussy, her skin littered with battle wounds. Sichao on the other hand still had her wet miniskirt still stubbornly clinging to her figure, yet the scratch marks even more apparent on her pale, smooth skin. Her dishevelled, wet hair barely covered her exposed tits.

Then just as to punctuate this dramatic moment, it started to rain heavily again, sending Peter looking for an umbrella in his blue car as the drops of water fell on his lovers’ battered physiques.

-“YOU FUCKING WHORE!”-raged Laura, tacking a recovering Sichao as a lightning strike briefly illuminated their bruised physiques. The girls shrieked, pulling each other’s hair as they careened over the front hood of Peter’s blue car.

-“Go back to your own country baigui (White bitch)!”-grunted Sichao, sinking her nails deep into the blonde’s wench ass and then making an upwards motion, leaving deep, long lacerations on the German bimbo’s skin.

-“I’m not going anywhere you hure(whore)!”-jeered Laura, wincing as she felt Sichao’s talons roaming her sensual figure. Her hands blindly felt her antagonist’s delicate body, finding the strings of Sichao’s black thong around her hips. She grabbed onto the flimsy fabric and pulled up!

Sichao shrieked, momentarily closing her eyes as she felt the fabric of her own thong going into her crevices and crotch and rubbing against her clit! She immediately retaliated! -“I can fight dirty too!”

Peter’s car shook as the two drenched sex kittens violently squirmed and rolled over the hood of the car, pulling and manipulating the other woman’s thong for maximum pain.  Peter was sitting on the driver’s seat stunned yet turned on, seeing the two girls fighting over his cock trashing against the front window, unable to distinguish who was on top were it not for their highly contrasting hair colours. He quickly got out in the inclement weather to get a closer look to the action.

-“I’m taking your man’s cock!”-declared Sichao, heaving as she laboriously pinned the buckling Teutonic minx down. She tugged her enemy’s wet hair and proceeded to slap Laura’s cheek crimson red as the rain continued streaming down her face.

-“You’ll take his cock from my dead cold hands!”- asserted the defiant German vixen, extending her arm and reaching for the dangling brown tresses barely covering Sichao’s tits, pulling her nemesis one clear motion and bringing her down, where she proceeded to bite her love rival’ melons like a rabid dog.

The Asian seductress howled, her knockers on fire as she felt the pain reverberate throughout her body, rolling and squirming as she mauled, clawed and bit back to get the zealous Caucasian girl to lay off her precious tits. In one final act of desperation, Sichao reached down and raked! Her nails deep down Laura’s pretty face, making sure to leave deep, long marks on her antagonist’s face.

The German brawler reeled backwards, her back hitting the edge of Peter’s car, covering her scratched up face when she couldn’t take the pain anymore. Seeing her chance, the Chinese temptress grabbed her enemy’s shins, spreading her legs open and then sinking her stiletto into Laura’s barely covered cxnt.

The German girlfriend let out an agonizing howl, her body arching as the pain reverberated throughout her feminine body. She tried to cover her womanhood only for Sichao to repeat the cxnt attack again! And again! Each time weakening the German’s girl will to fight for her man.

Deciding she had done enough to break her opponent’s tenacity, the pale skinned devil let go Laura’s shins, watching the German’s limp body slowly slide down the car’s hood and then make a loud splash as it hit the concrete floor.

Sichao heaved, seeing the man whose she had fought for standing under an umbrella just a meter away from her. Not caring about the heavy rain, she groggily got on her knees, pulling him by his tie and giving a deep French kiss as her mauled tits drenched his shirt.
 
-“I fought your girlfriend for your cock…and I won”-huffed the Chinese seductress, half her body under  the umbrella-“Therefore, I demand what’s rightfully mine: Her place in your bed.”

-“It’s yours…for tonight”-whispered Peter, his cock growing even harder when he felt his mistress drench chest on him.

He was about to speak again when Sichao put a finger on his lips and cooed-“If she wants to keep arguing the point…then it’s something I’ll happily argue with her…over and over…in the comfort of your bed.” 

-“But first let me deal with the trash”-said Sichao, coming down the hood of the car and limping besides the squirming German girlfriend, still in a state of semi shock.

-“His cock is now mine!”-taunted the merciless Chinese belligerent, steeping onto Laura’s face with her heel, pushing her against the puddle-“Understand that you poor excuse of a woman?”

Sichao then crouched, pulling the semi-conscious Laura up by the hair-“He’s no longer your man…*slap* and if you know what’s good for you *slap* you’ll stay away from him *slap* resign from the company *slap* and never show your monkey face around him *slap* ever again!”

Knowing she had an audience looking from the office building, Sichao tore the remains of Laura’s black thong in one fell swoop, parading it like a trophy of war around the parking lot, much to the cheer of her Chinese coworkers and the stunned silence of the foreign girls.


Aftermath

Laura was furious! As the day passed it had become clear to her this had been some dirty trick by the Chinese women to ambush the foreign girls and take their men. She vowed revenge, and followed through, going the very next morning to Peter’s apartment to claim him back. She had been ready to fight it out with that Chinese slut on his very bed, but unfortunately (fortunately?), the Chinese bimbo had left earlier. Instead, the seething Teutonic beauty fucked Peter’s brains out and promised retribution.

The moment Sichao realized Laura was keen to keep arguing who was Peter’s girlfriend now, she pretty much went to Laura’s cubicle to have “words.” “Words” quickly became an angry hairpulling contest until security  (This time beefed up significantly since last time) separated the two of them.

It became clear these two were keen to hatch out their differences in the duel room. A challenge was issued and accepted.

However, the very next day Sichao received a call from the boss’ wife, Sophie Jansen. The Chinese woman’s was nervous when she realized it was Amy Lin’s sexual rival on the other end of the line.  Sophie pretty much threatened to use her influence to have her fired even if Sichao managed to win the duel. In other words, Sichao would lose Peter either way.

Yet the threat worked both ways. On her part Laura received a similar threat from Amy Lin, changing the calculus of a duel. Laura and Sichao were all for deciding their issue in the duel room, yet it was clear their fate wouldn’t be decided by them, but with the outcome of the duel between Amy Lin and Sophie Jansen.  The winner would no doubt try to get all the girls from the opposite faction fired.

It was a messed-up situation for everyone and no one knew what was about to happen in the days and weeks to come. The losers of any potential duels would of course be exiled, but it seemed just as likely that even those who managed to win said duel would be fired.

Faced with the pointlessness of it all, Sichao and Laura reluctantly agree to go to HR and hatch out an “gentlewomen’s agreement” to share Peter. It was a tense, stormy meeting, with venomous barbs traded back and forth and at several points the girls had to be prevented from starting a catfight right in the HR department, but in the end, they unhappily agreed to “share” Peter between themselves and not get in the other’s way…for the moment.

Once a few weeks had passed by and the consequences of that chaos filled day became apparent to everyone, the sexual rivals then proceeded to blithely break their truce and duel in the duel room against HR wishes, which ended up firing them when neither backed down from a duel. Neither of them cared one bit.

It was a nasty, drawn out affair, where outrage was met with outrage. A lot of anger had been building up under the surface, with Laura finding it humiliating she had to share Peter and Sichao feeling she got nothing for her hard-won catfight. After the bitter back and forth duel, once again Sichao managed to establish her supremacy and win Peter, now hers by exclusivity.


End

[justlooking9000]

7.8 Intro The Duel Room: Boat
By justloooking9000
jutslooking9000@live.com

Photos at the end of post

Just as Sichao and Laura were trading blows on top of Peter’s car, inside the office building Chinese Zhang Jing (English name Sarah Zhang) and Canadian Emily Evans were trashing about the meeting room in front of a half shocked, half incredulous, fully horny Afro-American Steve Washington, head of the accounting department. One moment he had been enjoying an enthusiastic blowjob from the brunette Canadian bombshell and the next thing he knew was that his secretary in the accounting department, Sarah Zhang, burst into the meeting room, took off her cute glasses and greeted Emily with a nasty hairpull!

Emily was surprised, but the Caucasian beauty quickly greeted the unwelcome Chinese interloper with a hairpull of her own! The two had been raring for an opportunity for a showdown ever since they knew the other was the only obstacle remaining between her and an exclusive relationship with Steve. Now that the office was in chaos was a good opportunity as any to do so!

-“It’s incredibly rude to interrupt me…”-started Emily as she smashed Sarah’s head against the window-“…when I’m giving a blowjob to my man!”

-“You shouldn’t be giving blowjobs in the first place!”-grunted Sarah, elbowing the Canadian minx below the chin-“That’s my job!”

Steve saw something on the corner of his eye, and quickly leaned towards the window, seeing Zhou Sichao and Laura Jung tearing into each other like bitches on heat on the parking lot. The spectacle outside was surely interesting, but what was happening right in front of him had a personal stake for him.

He watched as Sarah tore Emily’s dress, leaving a gaping whole that allowed the brunette’s delicious tits to spring forward. Sarah had been the secretary the company assigned to him when he came from the States to take the department head position (the last department head having been exiled after she lost a duel against a romantic rival) and always been raring for girlfriend status. Steve quickly learned the Sarah just loved the feeling of some black cock railing her hard against the wall and he gave her brown sugar in spades.

Steve of course saw other girls casually, but Sarah had stayed the longest with him and had wanted him more, threatening and pulling hair with other girls who got too close to him. That usually got rid of the women who just wanted some experience with black men…until Emily came into the picture.

Emily was now sinking her teeth on Sarah’s delectable rack, twisting her head as she chewed on Sarah’s boobs. Stave smiled, remembering when the Canadian siren came to the office to work for him. Initially the delightful brunette was looking for a taste of black cock. Soon enough the white girl couldn’t get enough of it, come for increasing doses like a crack addict until her craven ambition came crashing against Sarah’s territoriality. 

-“Steve won’t want you after I’m done with you!”-howled the Asian secretary as she tackled her adversary, sending them careening over the table, where the angry brawlers rolled on the meeting table like cats in heat.

-“At least I have something going for me”-replied Emily in a shrill voice-“you’ve always been ugly as fuck”

Now Steve stopped paying any attention to what was happening outside to focus on the two furious harpies, who had progressively torn and more clothing throughout the fight leaving them half naked, remains of what had once been expensive dresses still stubbornly hanging into their perspiring physiques as they fought on the meeting table.

The whole thing reminded him of the first time Sarah had become aware of Emily. As she had done before, the Chinese temptress went straight for the jugular, confronting her sexual rival except this time the “victim” fought back, viciously and vehemently, giving Sarah a run for the money until the two girls were separated by security staff. A stern reprimand from HR later, the feisty women had at least stopped quarrelling in the open…but the bitterness had never left them.

-“I should have done this…a long time ago!”-heaved Sarah, pinning the exhausted Emily on the table, just a few centimetres from Steve and then banging the brunette’s head against the wooden table. The Canadian Valkyrie clawed and bit, bucking like a wild bull as Sarah pounded her head on the table, yet she grew increasingly weaker until soon, she stopped fighting back at all.

-“That should teach you a lesson about coming onto my man”-panted Sarah, allowing her spent physique to fall sideways, breathing heavily a she flashed a faint smile at the Afro American man-“I’ve won…I’ve won for you”

Steve smiled, proceeding to fuck the winner against the window, allowing them to see the ongoing fight between Sichao and Laura. As she was pounded against the window, an increasingly wet and horny Sarah never stopped cheering for her Chinese sister, also fighting for her man on the parking lot.


To be continued in 7.17

[justlooking9000]

You created the duelroom universe. Any chance of a scifi based catfight universe?

Nope. What I'm thinking of is sub sets of the duel room universe. If I had the time and energy to do them I'd separate them like this:

1. The current office series which pretty takes place in Hong Kong.

2. A MMA based sub universe where MMA has become a rather sensual sport, where a female audience baying for blood would watch two men fighting it out in an MMA ring naked. Of course the men are there just as meat for the female public and the ring is guarded by scantily dressed ring girls, who half of which are "permanent" on account to them being the fighters' girlfriends and half which are "temporary" and easily replaceable *unless* they happen to steal one of men from his girlfriend. Obviously that provides some tension between the temporary and permanent ring girls.

On top of that, there're breaks, where the men fighters are "cheered" by seeing their girlfriends fight random female fans who would love nothing but to bone the MMA fighters. The aspiring fans will have to rush all the way from the stands to the ring, trying to outrun and fight other female fans until one manages to get into the ring, where she would then fight one of the ring girls. Whoever wins gets to bone the MMA fighter in public. The ring girl/girlfriend has a lot of stake in here, since she doesn't want to be humiliated. Should the ring girl lose, there's a chance the MMA fighter will choose to start more permanent sexual relations, threating the ring girl's status as girlfriend. In such case, the ring girl might remedy the situation with another catfight or a duel, hoping that victory will help her get rid of her new sexual rival. All while there're temporary ring girls who would love nothing but to swoop in and ride the MMA fighter.

3. Universitty bar. Nine days is now set up in some university in Tokyo. Universities with plenty of young girls at the start of their sexual prime and few men to please them. The atmosphere is thick with sexual tension. Many girls would love nothing but to settle accounts with romantic rivals trying to steal their men under their noses. However, few are willing to engage in formal duels since everyone knows that university romances usually fizzle out later while exile easily means an massive interruption to their college life. Yet an illegal catfight isn't legally binding, so that is somewhat an unsatisfactory solution. The solution is entrance to an technically illegal bar, where two women fight in public to decide who keeps the man. The idea is that on top of the catfight, the extra public ridicule and exposure will be enough to shame the loser into giving up the man. Most of the time, peer pressure and an unspoken honour system is enough to solve the problem after one girl wins, but sometimes the loser might insist on pushing the issue,forcing a duel.

Apart from those, I'm writing two "unofficial" series:

1. It's yet another take of the Drury/Lisa rivalry. That series is still ongoing, with 6 fights between Lisa and Drury over Paul. A classic brunette/blonde rivalry. The reason why I don't plan to post that is that I've used the same fights in Office Mayhem and just adapted them to the Lisa and Drury setting, some college town in Boston. Needless to say, the background story and intros for each fight are totally different from the ones I'm using in Ofice Mayhem. I can send the story to people who want it, but not now, since sending the story will spoil some fights in Office Mayhem and another story i plan to post right after Office mayhem.

2. Another series also using the Office Mayhem fights with different backgrounds. An English bachelor, at the very top of the very top of 0.1% is single, setting a vicious struggle for his cock. The kind of women that are fighting for a place in his bed are all super models, actresses, althetes, etc etc. ie famous, glamorous and high society women. I'm gonna be honest, not something I'm 100% behind of. Not because I think the story is badly written, but because it's of a very different style from which I like. For instance, tons of details that I feel rest from the increasing sexual tension, the lack of Asian girls (haha) and death. However, it's still as good as Office Mayhem (Obviously if you don't like Office Mayhem, you won't like this one) but with a somewhat different flavour and slower pace.

JL9000

 

[LeeRoyCrane]

3. Universitty bar. Nine days is now set up in some university in Tokyo. Universities with plenty of young girls at the start of their sexual prime and few men to please them. The atmosphere is thick with sexual tension. Many girls would love nothing but to settle accounts with romantic rivals trying to steal their men under their noses. However, few are willing to engage in formal duels since everyone knows that university romances usually fizzle out later while exile easily means an massive interruption to their college life. Yet an illegal catfight isn't legally binding, so that is somewhat an unsatisfactory solution. The solution is entrance to an technically illegal bar, where two women fight in public to decide who keeps the man. The idea is that on top of the catfight, the extra public ridicule and exposure will be enough to shame the loser into giving up the man. Most of the time, peer pressure and an unspoken honour system is enough to solve the problem after one girl wins, but sometimes the loser might insist on pushing the issue,forcing a duel.

I imagine this to be a catfight club type thing?  Apparently, they used to do this in Japan during the 80s and still continue today (underground fetish clubs finding a niche market).

It could be something like this:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlJRFg-etoM

Essentially, you could get university students, teachers, foreign exchange students/teachers, maybe delinquent/punk types, maybe even non-university patrons getting involved.

2. Another series also using the Office Mayhem fights with different backgrounds. An English bachelor, at the very top of the very top of 0.1% is single, setting a vicious struggle for his cock. The kind of women that are fighting for a place in his bed are all super models, actresses, althetes, etc etc. ie famous, glamorous and high society women. I'm gonna be honest, not something I'm 100% behind of. Not because I think the story is badly written, but because it's of a very different style from which I like. For instance, tons of details that I feel rest from the increasing sexual tension, the lack of Asian girls (haha) and death. However, it's still as good as Office Mayhem (Obviously if you don't like Office Mayhem, you won't like this one) but with a somewhat different flavour and slower pace.

"High society" duels are always interesting due to the value systems the elite use in their attempts to disguise their lecherous desires.  This means the stakes are hinged upon a hierarchy and on how one is ranked and perceived in said system.  Rather than outright shame, rumors run afloat and people's lives are secretly undermined within this system.  A wildly embarrassing photograph of an actress can lead to a different kind of humiliation where they are torn down and attacked from every angle.  Essentially, the rich can get away with more but they also fall harder (and they are always under a watchful eye). 

Plus, I feel with this 'elite' society, you can play moreso with the narratives and dynamics.  If a fight happens through the entirety of a mansion, one can describe it akin to watching a camera feed (hence the 'sex, lies, and video tapes') or get someone famous to record the fight for them leading to a vastly different and possibly meta-narrative style.  Or perhaps the characters can have front view seats at a party - maybe where people don masks to declare their anonymity.  I don't know about death - at least, not on every corner - but these groups can certainly get away with the occasional murder.  In their system, if something is destroyed or broken, it can be replaced by the end of next week.

Also, you can always have an Asian actress and/or model steal the man's heart.  Maybe he has a preference and thus, an East-West clash is inevitable.

Just some thoughts.

[deity17313]

I'd say a mansion could be a ideal story setting for catfights ae well.

[justlooking9000]

7.9 The Duel Room: Gym’s dressing Room
By justloooking9000
jutslooking9000@live.com

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1:20 pm, in the company building's gym...


Chinese Wu Chao(English name Albert Wu) watched his reflection on the mirror directly across the men’s shower room and smirked, seeing hot water raining down his nude physique as he rammed his cock on the moaning Chinese beauty and office squeeze, Xing Yumei (English name Karen Xing). The mirror was the whole reason why he loved fucking in the gym’s men dressing room. He gazed at the mirror, seeing Karen’s reflection erotically biting her lips and then open her mouth, releasing an audible moan. There was no doubt, Albert, had done well for himself with the soap-lathered, attractive, nubile short-haired brunette, big titted Chinese girl at the prime of her life. He did even better by also getting on with an equally sultry Japanese girl, Chiyo Nakamura and from time to time fucking her in the dressing room too.

Albert never started the topic himself, but as soon the Japanese and Chinese goddesses realized they were competing over his cock, and it didn’t take long for female jealousy and competitiveness to rear its ugly head. It was an anger never directed at Albert himself, but at each other, jealously trying to one up each other in pleasing their shared boyfriend in bed and try to sway his affections towards themselves.

-“Let me finish you with my mouth”-cooed the Chinese seductress, arching her back in pleasure-“Let me show you… what a real blowjob, from a real woman feels like”

Albert couldn’t help but to grin. Karen referring to a blowjob he had gotten from Chiyo yesterday and Karen had asked about. She wanted to do her Japanese competitor one better. He was already accustomed to this sort of behaviour from both women, yet to him it all revealed the same worries: “Am I better than her? Who is pleasing him better, me or her? How can I outdo her in his bed?”

-“I’m more worried about what Chiyo would do to you if she found us out”-murmured Albert-“I heard she told you the net time see saw you around me she’d scratch your nipples off”

-“Ha!”-panted Karen, somewhat taken off-guard that he knew about the little shouting match she had with Chiyo last week. Gossip sure travelled fast in the office grapevine-“As I told her that time…she can do her worse…just that she shouldn’t expect…I won’t try to rip her nipples off first”

The Asian man moaned, feeling Karen’s moist cxnt clenching his cock. Then he saw it…the door was slammed open, revealing a brown haired Japanese woman in a brief white dress… Chiyo…Albert’s other lover and Karen’s arch nemesis. Albert saw the territorial girls crossing eyes as he kept fucking Karen.

-“Get off my man!”-shrieked the Japanese siren as she took off her dress, revealing a massive rack, maybe even bigger than Karen’s. Chiyo didn’t wait for an answer, taking off her minimal lingerie and thus ending as naked as the copulating couple. Chiyo’s bodacious figure was soon soaked in water as she entered the shower to give Karen battle for Albert’s cock!

-“You won’t tell me what to do stupid Jap”-said Karen venomously, her sexy soap-covered body quickly tensing up at the appearance of her romantic foe. The Chinese sex kitten straightened her back, walking towards an already wet Chiyo and the two nude girls grabbed chunks of wet hair.

“How had it come to this?” was all the stunned Albert could think as he watched the Japanese and Chinese harpies go at it with unrelenting eagerness. It was Chiyo’s free day and there no reason at all she’d be in the office today. He would later find out from the victress that Chiyo had vowed to “rip Karen’s tiny nipples” the next time she saw the Chinese succubus making a move on Albert, and she wouldn’t care if she got fired for it. Karen took her on her offer, calling Chiyo earlier on the day to to let her know she was fucking Albert on the shower, and in an acid phone conversation she asked her Japanese foe “what she was going to do about it?”

The moment had been a long time coming, the two Asian girls having threatened the other several times with a horrible beating unless the other woman backed off Albert. It had so far not amounted to anything due to an unspoken understanding not to let personal matters seep into the office. That all went out of the window when Amy Lin fought Lee Jimin, and it became even worse when Cindy Wang and Jessica Chambers had fought tooth and nail in the office over a mutual lover.  The atmosphere inside the office became poisonous, the sexual tension building up to intolerable levels. Shoving matches and nasty hairpulls between love rivals skyrocketed, and it seemed all that build up pressure was going to explode in a big way at any time.

Peter’s astonishment quickly gave way to lust, as the man watched these two stunning girls quarrelling while hot water rained down their slutty bodies.
 
-“You called me to fight over him, let’s fight then bitch!”-said Chiyo, pulling Karen’s wet short hair in painful tugs.

-“That’s right slut!! We decide this today!!”-grunted Karen, quickly slammed Chiyo against the wall, causing some of the liquid soap bottles to fall on the wet floor. Karen then sank her kneecap several times on the Japanese minx, causing Chiyo to double in pain. Yet it was too early to discount the Japanese vixen out, and Chiyo headbutted Karen under her chin, sending the Chinese wench reeling.

-“You’ll regret starting shit with my man you stupid whore”-panted Chiyo, tackling her dazzled foe and sending the two attractive girls on the floor, where the wild cats trashed and whiled around the floor. Albert didn’t know what came over him, but he grabbed all the shampoo and liquid soap and then poured the contents on the floor, filling the moist floor with chemicals while at the same time lowering the water flow to a bare minimum.

Now, sitting on the floor, the Chinese man admired the result of his handiwork. He felt his cock grow even harder as a thin layer of foam started covering the girls’ magnificent figures, making the fight a slippery, messy affair, all while hot water continued drizzling gently all over the shower room, giving this savage catfight an incredibly erotic feel.

The battling ladies would have resented Albert intervention…had they noticed it. As it was, they were too busy scratching each other silly and trying to get on top of each other that the only thing they noticed was everything becoming a slippery mess, making any kind of pins and locks pointless. Yet they kept trying. What else could they do?

-“I’m going to leave you bald…like I should done a long time ago”-heaved Karen, getting on top of the soap-lathered Japanese wench and slapping Chiyo several times over, her tits jiggling wildly as she landed each slap. God, this felt so good! Finally a chance unload her anger on her sexual rival head on!

-“You’re not touching my hair skank!”-panted Chiyo, the slick nature of the shampoo allowing her to free her leg from Karen’s weight, bend it until her knee reached her chest and then spring it forward! Hitting her Chinese tormentor right on the chest, sending Karen’s figure flying back and landing ass-first on the shower floor.

Chiyo wheezed, trying to catch her breath as she saw Karen’s body slide through the floor until it one of the walls. The Japanese siren knew it was pointless to stand on her feet, since she would trip. Instead she got on her four and crawled up to her sexual rival-“Time to end this farce!”

-“The only farce here is that you think I’ll let you have him!”-replied Karen, quickly getting on all four, on time to welcome her incoming foe with a tight bear hug.

-“I don’t need you to let me…I’ll take what’s mine with my own hands!”-grunted Chiyo, gritting her teeth as she felt Karen long nails mauling her back. The Japanese girl curved her fingers and sank her long, sharp nails deep in Karen’s slippery skin.

-“You aren’t taking…anything today!-squealed the Chinese sex kitten, feeling Chiyo’s hot breath on her shoulder as the belligerents embraced each other tightly, tit against tit, their cxnts a few centimetres apart-“Today you sleep alone…and I take Albert home!”

-“I won’t only go home with him…but fuck his brains out tonight!”-moaned Chiyo, her back already dotted with long red lines. A single tear ran trough her cheek before she leaned in and dug her teeth on the Chinese hussy’s neck, her mouth tasting the bitter taste of shampoo in the process.

Karen let out a high-pitched scream as Chiyo amped up the violence and in her mind she knew what she had to do. So be it! The Chinese siren tried to ignore the pain, craning her neck forward and bit her Japanese nemesis’ frothy shoulders. The two girls started sobbing, yet despite the pain, they continued biting like piranhas, breaking the other’s beautiful skin in this nasty fracas.

Karen suddenly felt Chiyo’s hot breath close to her ear and sensed the Japanese floozy wanted to bite her ear. The Chinese vixen her head moved back, pressing her hands against Chiyo’s shoulders and sending her skidding on the foam-filled floor until the Japanese harpy gently crashed against the tiles. The warring girls huffed and puffed, getting some breath back and trying to get rid of the soapy taste off their mouths.

-“You tired bitch?”-asked Chiyo getting on all four, stalking her sexual rival like a wolf smelling blood-“Just say you’ll stay away from my man and we can end this now”

-“Fuck off skank”-said soap-lather Karen defiantly, willing her mauled body to imitate the Japanese whore-“The only way this ends is you saying I’m his girlfriend”

-“Fine, you want to go the nasty way”-said Chiyo crawling towards her naked nemesis-“We can do this all day fucking chink.”

-“Good with me Jap”-said Karen as she clashed shoulder to shoulder with the Japanese beauty mid room-“I’m leaving home with him”

-“Like he’d want you after I’m done with you”-grunted Chiyo, sinking her teeth on Karen’s arms

-“He sure as hell won’t take you…”-panted Karen, sneaking a hand under Chiyo’s body and grabbing one of dangling tits-“…after I rip of your zits”

The Japanese siren gritted her teeth, feeling her delicate nipples explode in agony yet she didn’t back down at all. Instead she got even, sinking her nails on Karen’s left udder-“I’m not scared of a little titty pulling with little whores like you”
The Asian goddesses squealed loudly, gradually turning their foamy figures until they could stand on their knees and then brought their second hand into the fray, now engaging all ten talons in heinous tit pulling, nipple twisting.

-“I can do this…all day…”-moaned Karen, yet her agonizing facial expression told a different story. Nevertheless, she kept twisting, for it was expected, it was something a woman fighting for a lover did. She was going to overcome the Japanese wench and claim Albert for good!

-“I told you I was going to rip your nipples off…and that’s what’s going to happen”

-“And I told you…do your worse…because I’m tearing yours first!”

-“On another thought…I’ll tear your sagging tits!”-cried the beautiful Chiyo as she tried to fight the tears rolling off her oriental eyes. Even as her feminine physique trembled in pain, she still escalated her attacks on Karen’s bountiful knockers, for the only option for now was to conquer or die on the battlefield of love. It was Karen or her, and she intended to win this most heinous of catfights!

-“Shame yours can’t be saggy…because you don’t have any!”-

-“That’s not what Albert says!”-

Karen could feel…it was so close…the intransigent Japanese slut was faltering…she just needed to push a little more. She felt herself black out from the pain for a micro second before another painful twist by Chiyo’s cruel talons brought her back to the painful reality. The Chinese temptress wheezed, leaning forward, breaking the frenetic tit clawing by mashing her much abused melons against Chiyo’s hardened nipples.

Chiyo knew what Karen intended to do. How could she not? The harassed Japanese battler did not dither. She pressed her womanly body even tighter to her spent sexual rival and dropped her hand low, making a direct attack on the Chinese bitch’s crotch!

Karen felt the hostile hand trying to prove her pussy just a micro second after she had done the same to her intransigent foe. She moaned, redoubling her blind search for Chiyo’s vaginal lips (the foam was making it hard to see where it was). A few seconds later she found her target, and not a moment too soon, because she soon felt Chiyo’s nails invading her womanhood!

-“This is it…I’m going to…end you!”-squealed Karen as she was both decimating and being decimated in the furious cxnt attack.

-“I’m not scared…of a little cxnt mauling!”-moaned Chiyo, barely able to contain her agonizing yelps as her cxnt was violated. Having had a few catfights under her belt already (no duels yet), the Japanese siren knew this was often the turning point of the fight. Lose this most womanly of contests and there was a good chance of not only losing your lover, but also need a trip to the emergency room and a limping gait for a few days. Even as Chiyo’s body was begging her to give up, she could feel Karen’s tears fall on her cheeks, and deep inside knew she only needed to outlast her most stubborn rival and Albert would be hers for the taking!

Chiyo cried, feeling her body finally revolt against her will and crumbling like a house of cards before the might of Karen’s devastating talons. The faltering Japanese goddess quivered, as she tried to overcome her pain and rally back into the battlefield. Such opportunity was not given to her, as she half consciously became aware of the Chinese harpy’s whole weight dropping on her and taking the air out of her. Her logical brain no longer functioning, Chiyo was vaguely aware of her actions as she frantically scratched everything she got her nails on, feeling her air supply being cut off as her head crashed against the hard floor several times, disorienting her even more until she lost all consciousness.

Karen didn’t let up, still raining atorrent of slaps on the semi-conscious (or unconscious?) Japanese bitch, fearing that if she stopped she wouldn’t be able to keep going anymore and Chiyo would manage to rally back.  She panted, preparing to slap Chiyo’s already crimson red cheeks when she felt her hand being held back.

-“It’s over”-said Peter, lifting her foam covered lover off the floor and then hugging Karen’s nude figure against his-“she’s no more…for now”

-“Of course she is…the skank was never…any match for me…”-puffed Karen, feeling Peter’s hardened rod poking her thighs. The Chinese seductress smiled and cooed-“I still owned a blow job, don’t I?”

Aftermath

Chiyo had felt it in her bones. It was so close. She had felt the Chinese slut on the cusp of breaking down when her own body betrayed her, giving victory to the Chinese wench. She resented herself for her lapse in fighting will. Had it been a more one-sided match, it would have been easier for the Japanese siren to accept her defeat and acknowledge Peter was truly lost to her. Yet she knew the outcome had been much in doubt until the very last second.

Chiyo talked to Peter two days later and it was clear while Karen might have won the catfight, Peter’s heart was still wavering between the two. The Japanese sex kitten knew that should she force the issue, she could still win his affections and banish her rival from his bedroom.

However, the arguments against pursuing such a route were compelling too. HR said they would compensate her with a promotion in another branch and a sum of money for her troubles. Amy Lin called her, threatening to get her fire after she won her duel against Sophie Janson, yet offering some compensation if she was a “good girl” and desisted from challenging Karen to a duel.

Most importantly than all, Sophie Jansen herself didn’t offer to explicitly advocate for her, like she had just promised to help the other non-Asian foreigners. In the eyes of the other foreigners, the Japanese and Korean women always too “Chinese” to be in the foreigner camp, and too “foreigner” to be in the Chinese camp. It was a lose-lose situation for Chiyo. Had the manager’s wife chosen to actively help her, Chiyo would have decided to challenge Karen in an honest to god duel over Peter. She was sure she could win such a duel. Yet as it was, the Japanese beauty decided to take HR’s offer with a heavy heart, leaving Karen the sole proprietor of Peter’s affections.

END

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7.10 Intro The Duel Room: Boxing Ring

By justloooking9000
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2PM Office gym, dressing room....

Beating your sexual rival in a catfight over your man is something many women dream, especially if the man being fought over managed to see you knock down the insolent bitch that was disputing your claim over his cock. Karen Xing was thus in an understandably good mood once the fog of war was lifted and she found herself victorious in her depraved mano a mano with Chiyo Nakamura.

It had been a massive bet ok Karen’s part, the Japanese whore having managed to be way more troublesome than she had expected. She was painfully aware that the fight could have easily gone the other way. Yet she had triumphed, and that was all that counted. With some luck, Chiyo would be cowed enough not to pursue a duel.

That was all on the future. Right now, the battered Chinese goddess wanted to send a clear message to the Japanese skank. Using Chiyo’s own discarded dress, Karen tied her semi-conscious romantic rival with the view of…

BANG!

The loud sound caught the Chinese’s couple attention, making them turn their gaze towards the dressing room’s door, managing to see Katie Zhu’s feminine figure being slammed against the gym lockers.

-“You’ll regret tangling with me slant eyed bitch”-said naked Australian bombshell Samantha Woods as she came through the door. She had been exercising with German stud Hermann Muller, teasing him with her sensuous movements as she showcased her cleavage in a sports bra two sizes too small and short yoga pants that barely covered her ass. Now she was nude and fighting for Hermann’s cock.

-“The only thing I regret is letting you ride my man’s cock for so long”-screeched Chinese Katie Zhu, her half torn short dress still stubbornly hanging onto her sinful physique as she sank her heels on Samantha’s tennis shoes and then lunged into her Aussie nemesis.

-“Give him up!”-shrieked Samantha, pulling hair and slapping the Chinese skank s their topless bodies rolled around the lockers.

-“Never!”-screeched Katie, seemingly getting a second wind when she caught a glimpse of the man she was fighting for hurriedly entering the dressing room.

Getting over her shock, Karen shouted in Mandarin, encouraging her fellow Chinese national to rip the Australian skank apart. Katie was her friend, and Karen knew she’d been feuding with Samantha over the German gentleman they were both sharing in what at first had been a stable polyamorous relationship. The somewhat stable love triangle had broken down due to the sheer sexual tension in the office, which had forced many women into a collision course with their sexual rivals.

The two former “friends” (if they could be called that), clawed, scratched, bit and trampled as they zealously fought all over the dressing room, each woman giving as good as she got until Samantha managed to push Katie onto the shower room. Katie slipped on her heels, which the naked Aussie harpy took advantage of by trampling the Chinese wench over and over again with her tennis shoes.

-“HE’S MINE!”-shouted Samantha, in a familiar refrain heard whenever two women fought over a mutual lover as he stomped the unconscious Katie one last time. Heaving, the tired brunette sex kitten stood up, now taking good notice of her audience.

-“Fuck”-thought Samantha, recognizing Chiyo Nakamura’s tied up body on the wet floor and Chinese Karen Xing starring daggers at her. She quickly brought her claws up, ready to start another catfight the moment she saw Karen making a straight line towards her.

-“You fucking whore!”-screamed Karen, her face getting close to Samantha’s before Peter was able to pull her from behind-“I bet you cheated! There was no way Katie would lose to a hag like you!”

-“That’ something loser like your friend would say”-replied Samantha trying to slap Karen before she was pulled back by Hermann-“And for the record, she attacked me first!”

-“Bullshit…argh!”-moaned Karen as she felt Albert entering her from behind. She bit her lip, feeling his engorged manhood thrusting inside her. Yet the pleasant sensation didn’t diminish her outrage-“She’s 10 times the woman you will ever be”

-“What? You want….”-heaved Samantha when she squealed, feeling Hermann’s throbbing cock inside her wet pussy. She looked straight ahead, locking eyes with her Katie’s friend-“You want to fight me too? You’ll end up just like her”

-“No”-huffed Karen, increasingly distracted-“You might have gotten lucky this time…but I’m sure…Katie will challenge you…and destroy you…in the duel room!”

-“She can try…if she dares…to fight me…woman to woman…”-panted Samantha, feeling her own pussy pulsating in excitement as her forehead touched with Karen’s-“You shouldn’t be…the one to talk…I have no doubt…Chiyo will destroy you…then claim Albert”

-“Then tell that…wench friend of yours…I’ll be waiting for her…in Albert’s bed…”-moaned Karen, a torrent of hot water washing over her drained physique as she was railed hard by her man.

-“Worthless chink…enjoy that cock…Chiyo will claim him...for sure”-moaned Samantha, her thoughts increasingly confused as she felt herself become increasingly horny, her shoulder clashing against Karen’s shoulder just as they were being fucked just above Katie’s unconscious body.

-“I’d love to…scratch you tits out…but that’s for me to do…”-panted Karen-“No…Katie will do it…she’ll scratch your…nipples out and win…Hermann back!”

Soon the two victresses, impeded by their men to raised their hands against each other, were reduced to hurling cheap insults back and forth as they became increasingly horny and angry at the same time. It was a porno like scenario, full of debauchery and lewdness. As she slowly sank deeper and deeper in the throngs of desire, Karen resolved herself to take her defeated friend home and help her with her duel preparations.

To be continued in 7.18

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Enjoyed the update, especially the one with the Japanese and chinese girl

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7.11 Intro The Duel Room: Cafeteria

By justloooking9000
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Office cafeteria 1:30 pm

The stunning Haeun Park fiddled anxiously with her provocative pink minidress as sat on the office cafeteria. Her eyes scanned the room, looking for Gustavo Rodriguez, the exotic Colombian boy that had been the talk of the office girls since his arrival a month ago. A recent transfer from the Latin American branches, Gustavo fascinated the local girls with his exotic looks, passion for life, flirtatious banter and sexy Spanish accent.

Haeun was instantly attracted to the Latin boy. So were various other girls in the office, but nothing that couldn’t be solved with a few “friendly” hairpulls to “persuade” potential sexual competitors and the expedient of showing herself unannounced in his apartment in a flirty negligee and seducing him with her feminine charms. The Korean beauty kept at it steadily, constantly pushing herself little more into girlfriend territory.

-“Hello beautiful”-cooed a husky masculine voice, hugging the slim Asian girl around her waist and impudently kissing her neck. Haeun gasped but relaxed immediately when she smelled Gustavo’s scent.

-“You naughty boy”-purred Haeun, planting her lips on his mouth in a long, passionate kiss.

-“How can I be a good boy when you tempt me with you body”-retorted the suave Gustavo, his voice sending her shivering with excitement. The young man noticed Haeun’s nipples visibly poking out of her pink dress -“I see you dressed like I told you. That’s a nice amount of side boob too. I like girls who aren’t ashamed to flaunt their bodies”

-“I’m glad you noticed”-cooed the Korean girl-“I dressed like the little nasty slut you told me I am”

-“Panties?”

-“I’m sorry, the panties stay on. It’s too embarrassing”

-“It’s a shame”-said Gustavo gently. An experienced Romeo, the young Gustavo knew better than getting angry and trying to persuade Haeun directly. Instead, he did something better-“Claire (Chinese name Huang Huiyin) didn’t wear panties the last time I saw her.”

Gustavo inwardly smiled as he saw Haeun’s body trembling in quiet fury, her hand tightly clutching her purse as she tried to contain her anger. The Korean beauty hissed at the mention of the woman who was battling her for Gustavo’s affections. She knew of Claire. She had already argued with the Chinese slut over Gustavo. While the other girls let her have her way, Claire had proved a stubborn competitor.

 -“She does huh?”-remarked Haeun as she stood up seething-“Wait here”

Gustavo smirked, eyeing Haeun’s swaying hips as she walked towards the women’s toilet. God, he loved Asian  girls. The girls in his country were proud of their sexuality and competitiveness, thinking of themselves as superior to other races in the zeal in which they fought for their men. A common belief among Latinas was that Asian girls weren’t as tough or as willing as Latinas to fight and compete for men.  Gustavo knew better. With the right prodding and encouragement, women of any race could be as sensual, ferocious and violent as their Latina counter parts. He watched his Korean conquest coming back from the bathroom.

-“Here”-said Haeun, discretely dropping a tiny piece of fabric on his shoulder-“No panties”

-“Good girl”-said Gustavo satisfied, not mentioning he had gotten Claire to go commando by telling her that she (Haeun) dropped her panties first. However, having the two girls walk around without underwear wasn’t all he wanted to do for today-“Now that we’re talking about Claire, I should tell you something she told me”

Haeun leaned forward, paying rapt attention to the handsome Colombian Romeo, forgetting the fact that it was Gustavo himself who had started talking about Claire in the first place.

-“She told me three nights ago that she wants to declare herself my girlfriend”-said Gustavo. That was…not entirely true. Claire only talked about it after Gustavo let slip that Haeun had broached the topic with him (She hasn’t). Gustavo figured that a little massaging of the truth wouldn’t hurt him.

-“What?!”-exclaimed the young Korean seductress incredulous.

-“Well, I mean, I know it’s not common between your people, but in Latin America many girls declare themselves girlfriends in one month, a few do as early as two weeks”

-“She’s crazy!”-said Haeun. This wasn’t Latin America, it was Asia. Declaring yourself a girlfriend is a serious declaration, tantamount to saying that you’d fight for that man should any other woman would come onto him, all the way to the duel room if necessary. Therefore, many women in Asia women wait at least 3 months before making such a declaration. Even the rash Manami Honjo (The Duel room: Office wife vs Girlfriend) had waited 2 months before making a play for girlfriendhood.

 -“Well, I’m warning you she’s about to declare herself my girlfriend”-said Gustavo-“Look. I understand if you’re scared of her and don’t…”

-“Me? Scared of her?!”-exclaimed Haeun as she banged the table in outrage-“I’m not afraid of that cheap Chinese whore!”

-“You’re not scared of her? You know that after she declares herself my girlfriend she’ll try to remove you from my life. I’m afraid of what she might do to you”

-“You’re afraid of what she might do to me?”-asked Haeun, raising her voice in disbelief. Luckily, the cafeteria was almost deserted at this hour-“If she wants to fight me for your cock she can try. Let’s see how that works out for her”

-“You’re saying you’re willing to fight for me?”

Haeun hesitated. In the end that was the question, wasn’t it? Soon her romantic rival will tell her to back off Gustavo or fight her for him, and Korean beauty didn’t know how she would respond. This was going to be something well beyond a few hairpulls that get would then get broken up in the office. A casual lover might justify walking away with her dignity intact. No one would reproach her. A girlfriend would be ridiculed for not making at least a serious effort to tear the other girl’s clothes, and more often than not, a serious catfight where both women ended bloodied and clawed up.

Haeun was deep in thought. Should she just give the spicy Latino boy without a quarrel? Her body was telling her he was worth fighting for, but her rational self kept telling her she was moving too quickly. Her thought process was interrupted when someone swung a plastic tray hitting her from behind, dazzling the Korean eye candy. Gustavo sat stunned, seeing the Chinese Claire Huang, clad in a simple yet incredibly sexy black top with faint vertical stripes that flaunted her smooth shoulders and ample cleavage. Looking down, the Chinese minx had complimented the tight top with a matching miniskirt and stripped black heels, giving her a “foxy secretary” look.

Like the other Chinese girls working in the office, Claire had been invited to the Cindy Wang’s victory party and become aware of Amy Lin’s plans. She had been asked to join in the collective ambush, but she hesitated because she had only been sleeping with Gustavo for 3 weeks, not nearly enough time to know if he was worth fight for.
But then Gustavo told her all about the kinky stuff Haeun was willing to do for him, forcing Claire to match her sexual rival or lose Gustavo. She kept escalating, first reluctantly, but then with relish as she tried to one up her romantic rival. Then the Latino boy told her all the demeaning things the Korean whore said behind her back, hatred slowly eating into her soul. While she tried to be professional to the Korean foe at work, she could not.  The hatred was mutual.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was when Gustavo told her about Haeun’s plan to declare herself his girlfriend. That she could not allow. She immediately called Ms Lin and told her she was in. Ms Lin asked if that meant she was going to declare herself his girlfriend, but Claire didn’t know at all. All she knew was that she needed to confront her sexual rival right now.

Back in the present, the Chinese attacker ignored the staff shrieks asking for security to break up the fight. Unbeknown to them, no one would come until too late, for all the security personal was busy dealing with a situation in the boss’ office.

-“I’m sick of you trying to tempt my man”-said the Claire, tugging the Korean wench by the hair and using her free hand to pull her flimsy pink attire.

 -“Let go my dress you whore”-said Haeun, her scalp exploding in pain. She turned her body around and tugged Claire’s dress in retaliation.

-“Say you’ll stop seeing Gustavo”-jeered Claire, tearing a chunk of hair with her hand and sinking it again, looking for more hair.

-“What I do with Gustavo is my business alone you fucking slut”-said Haeun, bring her legs up, pushing her Chinese tormentor away with her heels. Their mutual hold on the slutty dresses ensured both were torn to as the Chinese vixen reeled backwards, leaving both totally naked.

The now totally nude Claire crashed against the next dinning table, naked as her rival in love except for her heels. She of course knew this was bound to happen when she decided to pick a fight with Haeun, but didn’t want to disappoint Gustavo by letting him see she had worn a bra and panty. She wanted to see her as a woman who fearlessly would fight anytime, anywhere over his cock.

While Haeun was trying to cover her intimate parts with her hands, Claire had no such compulsions, tackling the embarrassed Korean beauty like a linebacker and sending them tumbling over one of the dinning tables. Quickly getting over her shame, the Korean girl showed she wasn’t just a pretty arm candy by getting her claws out and scratching her attacker’s back like a street cat as they rolled back and forth the dinning table.

Gustavo was astonished as the two girls he’d been wooing were fighting totally naked on a table in the office cafeteria like two back alley whores. Clashing body to body, the girls whirled and rolled, striving to come on top of her rival in love and give her a well-deserved beating. Gustavo had wanted them to fight eventually, in some private place. What was happening right in front of was a no no in this office (He was still not clued in the subtle change in HR policy). Half consumed with lust, half scared to what he would tell HR about his involvement in egging the girls to fight, he sat there speechless.

-“I got you now fucking puta”-said Haeun, as she managed to pin down her bodacious foe in a schoolgirl hold. She then proceeded to slap the antagonist relentlessly-“Gustavo is mine you slag!”
 
-“Stop slapping you hija de perra (Gustavo had been teaching the girls some Spanish between love making sessions)”-shrieked Claire, kicking her legs into the air, her moist cxnt for all too see as she tried to block the flurry of slaps with her arms. Claire then threw caution out of window and pushed her hands forward, digging her talons in her sexual rival’s soft tit flesh. Haeun screeched like a wounded tigress, feeling one of the most intimate parts of any woman being torn apart by her enemy’s long nails.

-“Not so bitchy now that we fight like real women are supposed to fight huh?”-gloated Claire, twisting Haeun’s melons and slowly undoing the schoolgirl pin. Then her jugs exploded in pain.

-“Let’s see how like your own medicine”-grunted Haeun sobbing as she retaliated with her tit mauling. The girls cried yet kept twisting and pinching the other’s mammaries in a test of endurance. Each was aware Gustavo was watching and neither wanted him to see her defeated in an honest to god catfight over him.

Claire gritted her teeth, contorting and twisting as the pain travelled through her body. The Chinese beauty glanced sideways, seeing some leftover plate on the next table, just within reach. She stretched her arm, grabbing the plate and smashed it against the Korean tormentor. The dish broke on impact, covering Haeun in a non descript brown liquid as she felt off the table, her tight leg hold taking the Chinese whore down with her.

The two naked sex kittens let out high pitched yelps as they hit the ground, pieces of porcelain falling just besides them.

-“NO WEAPONS!”-commanded the Latino lothario, seeing the girls picking up shards of porcelain as they got on their feet-“My girlfriend overcomes her opponents with her body not cheap tricks!”


-“Fine! Unlike this chink I don’t need to cheat to win!”-jeered Haeun as she reached for Claire’s brown hair and pulled her into her personal space.

-“No gook is going to take Gustavo away from me”-sneered Claire, slapping the naked Korean bitch as they danced around the floor, pulling hair, their nipples touching and rubbing together. Gustavo, for a moment forgetting about his worries about being fired,  watched transfixed, subtly undoing his zip and liberating his hard rod from the constraining confines of his pants.

-“I’m not taking anything from anyone! He’s already mine!”-said Haeun, sinking her knee into Claire’s stomach, making the Chinese stunner double in pain. Haeun then started raining punches on the beleaguered Claire. The Chinese vixen raised her arm, hitting Haeun’s unprotected cxnt! The Korean siren howled as her hands covered her womanhood only for the Chinese minx to headbutt her on the chin. Haeun turned around, staggering onto the sitting Gustavo, her tits straddling his neck as she massaged her moist cxnt.

-“Don’t touch my boyfriend!”-said Claire, locking the Korean hussy in a chock hold with one hand while the other invaded Haeun’s wet pussy-“After I’m done with you’ll need a new cxnt!”

-“Let’s see who needs…a new cxnt!”-grunted Haeun, moving her arm backward and digging her nails in Claire’s crotch.

Gustavo got even harder as he could literally smell the perfumes of his struggling lovers as they fought on top of him, overloading his skin with sensual pleasures. He could feel Haeun’s exquisite lips sensually grazing his ear, driving him wild while her battered boobs rubbed against his neck and dropped beads of sweat on his shirt.

-“Don’t waver Haeun. Show me you’re worthy of being my girlfriend”-whispered Gustavo as he felt the Korean vixen faltering.

He then gazed at the Chinese goddess, leaning forward to almost touch Claire’s lips as she was in a life or death struggle over him, beads of sweat falling off her forehead into the Korean woman’s back. He lightly kissed his Chinese lover, inserting his tongue in her mouth, feeling her hot breath on his skin. 


-“Finish her Claire! Show her why my bed is yours!”-encouraged Gustavo as he broke the kiss, giving the tethering Chinese sex kitten a second wind!

But how long could they keep with the wanton mutual destruction of the other sexual organs? Who would prove more resilient in this brutal war of attrition? The obstinate girls continued, their figures fully collapsing on top of their mutual lover as their knees could no longer sustain them, yet neither gave up her hold on the other’s pussy!

Haeun wept, her tears falling on Gustavos’s shoulder. The Korean minx sank her heel on Claire’s exposed foot! The Chinese aggressor wailed! Reeling backwards, skipping on one foot as she abandoned the vicious cxnt mauling. Haeun heaved, massaging her much abused womanhood when in her feverish state she heard the words “Go Haeun. Go and conquer for me. Go and win your place in my bed.”

Whether Gustavo really said that didn’t matter. Haeun wheeled around, packing everything she had in one punch, sending the Chinese beauty staggering backwards until her bare ass landed on one seat. Haeun huffed, using the table for support as she bent her leg and kneecapped the harassed Chinese seductress over and over.

-“GUSTAVO”-*knee*

-“IS” -*knee*

-“MY BOYFRIEND!” -*knee*

Haeun then latched onto Claire’s tangled long hair and whispered “He’s mine bitch…I’m his girlfriend… and you better…stay away from him…or I’ll do worse…next time.” Then she hurled the beaten Claire to the floor like discarded trash.

Gustavo clapped, amazed at Haeun’s assertiveness. The Hispanic Romeo was popular with women of all races and had seen many a catfight over him. He came from a violent continent, and violence was in his blood.  He didn’t want girls who would meekly compromise with sexual competitors and give up after a setback. He demanded that whoever shared his bed was passionate, jealous and territorial, violent in confronting her competitors and stubborn in the face of defeat, just like he was. Haeun proved she had the potential to be his girlfriend.

-“It’s over. Tonight you’ll stay in my bed”-cooed Gustavo as he handed the limping Seoyoen the torn remains of her dress and walked her out. Just before they left, the Colombian man glanced once more at the defeated Claire, whose bare body laid on the call floor, curled in a foetal position as she sobbed helplessly.


He had to admit the Chinese firecracker had proven a passionate, territorial lover. He gave her as much. But she had lost. That didn’t mean the door to his bed was forever close to Claire. Much depended of what she did next…would she rally and challenge Haeun again for his cock?

Yet, tonight belonged to Haeun. It was her who deserved to stay in his bed, and it was her whom he would allow to call herself his girlfriend until a worthier woman appeared.

Aftermath

Haeun spent the next two days on the edge, fucking her hard won conquest several times a day yet also fully expecting Claire to show up at the door and challenge her to a duel. After all, duel challenges were being heard all through the office rumour mill. The more she thought about her situation the more mixed feelings she got. Whatever she had done that day had been on the heat of the moment. Now, on her cooler moments, she realized she had just had a savage catfight with another woman over a guy she barely knew for 3 weeks and thinking of duelling over him, risking her other personal relationships, income and residence in Hong Kong.

Gustavo, as always, sensed some hesitation on Haeun’s part. Yet, as an experienced lover who had manipulated many sweet and innocent girls to fight like dirty whores over him in the duel room, he knew what to do. He turned up the heat, making the Korean beauty quiver so hard that she couldn’t walk straight after their love making sessions. His strategy was clear. He’d overwhelm her with sensations and feelings, let her emotions overwhelm her rational mind and then gently shepherd her into the duel room, where she would fight like a hungry tigress for his cock.

The only problem was that he was counting on Claire to show up in his apartment. He knew he had to run the same process through her. Prevent her logical brain from taking over and let her sexual, feminine, primitive, competitive subconscious take over. Yet after two days, Claire didn’t show up. He tried to salvage the situation by contacting her, yet got no reply back. He sighed, knowing the game was over when Claire wouldn’t communicate with him. He at least consoled himself with knowing he had a horny Korean sex kitten who would do anything for him right now.

Claire on her part, had really wanted to challenge Haeun to a duel when Human Resources contacted her with an offer: Forget the whole thing, move to another branch, desist from issuing a challenge and we’ll give you a nice bonus, and a transfer to another branch. The monetary offer shook the Chinese beauty out of the bubble Gustavo had trapped her in. Claire suddenly started thinking about the whole situation and found it ridiculous. Did she still find Gustavo irresistible? Of course she did. The Chinese beauty knew she wouldn’t be able to say no to Gustavo, but getting in a duel over a guy she’d known for three weeks was nuts.

She took the deal.

End 7.11

[justlooking9000]

7.12 Extra The Duel Room: Consequences
By justloooking9000
jutslooking9000@live.com


The incessant sounds of battle and strife throughout the office building finally died down at around 2:30 pm, when the last of the 10 or so catfights happening around the same time finally reached its inevitable conclusion, leaving a German Laura Jung naked and defeated on the parking lot. Her antagonist, Chelsea Zhou, not caring of the inclement weather, paraded the remains of Laura’s thong for everyone to see.

The sparse security personnel would work overtime that day, as a throng of defeated women were taken to the hospitals while the winners decided to go home early and celebrate their victories with their men. The day of mayhem in the office had finally ended yet the consequences stretched for weeks.

Minseo Park, the head of human resources slept poorly over the following days as she tried desperately to put down all the fires started on that infamous day. The 40 something Korean woman rued the day she accepted the transfer to the Hong Kong branch in exchange for a handsome compensation package. Everyone knew the post was a poisoned chalice ever since the CEO’s son, Cho Minho, had been put in charge as regional manager. Young and handsome, the coveted bachelor proved fond to drink and women, letting his wanton lust and the venomous words of all the women he slept with to poison the workplace.

From what Minseo understood, at least for the first three years the vicious quarrels were limited to the women vying over the CEO’s cock, with a rotating roster of secretaries and girlfriends from time to time making a scandal in the office building.  THAT was normal thoroughfare in the current business world. There were always bound to be a few catfights and duels here and there when everyone knew that there was a 10 to 1 women to men ratio.

However, those cases were usually dealt by firing the offenders. Heck, Minseo’s predecessor as HR head had gotten fired after duelling a co-worker. Both the HR head at the time (Who in fact won the duel and the man), the man in question and the loser all got fired. Cho Minho changed the whole calculous by allowing Sophie Jansen and Amy Lin to persuade him not to fire Jessica Chambers and Cindy Wang after their very public catfight on the office.

Minseo argued strongly for firing everyone involved, but since she wasn’t giving regular blowjobs to the manager, her advice was disregarded. Her dire warnings ignored. She even pleaded with the CEO directly, imploring him to discharge his son from such position of responsibility before it was too late. Yet even then the CEO hesitated. Now chickens had come home to roost.

Immense monetary loses. A huge increase in security personnel. Massive repairs to the ruined offices and equipment. Significant settlements to prevent some girls from suing the company and others from duelling. Minseo would have loved to fire everyone involved, but that was impossible when at least 25% of the workforce had taken part in the fights. Minseo had to thread carefully, since that series of catfights had led to a total break down of trust, 50% of the workforce not on speaking terms with the other, Chinese vs foreigners. Yet the show had to go on. The business world cared nothing of personal vendettas, sexual rivalries, hurt feelings or romantic relationships.

It was an exhausting and draining balancing act, each new day bringing a new drama. Minseo slumped on the chair and mentally reviewed the situation as it was:

7.2   Sophie Jansen and Amy Lin had finally gotten their way and got the duel they so long desired. It was clear the winner of that duel would try to get everyone supporting her personal rival fired, which just added to the tension around the office. While duels were never a sure thing, wives enjoyed certain legal advantages over girlfriends and mistresses which put the odds on Sophie’s favour. Still, there were enough cases of mistresses managing to banish the wife to give hope to the Chinese side in Amy’s victory.

7.3   Minseo had managed to convince Natasha Veselov from suing the company and just take the compensation money and go away. Eva Liu for her part couldn’t be prouder to have fought tooth and nail for Vlamidir Durov’s cock and have him see her defeat his Russian girlfriend. The triumphant Chinese goddess sauntered around the office, haughty, confident, just as Cindy Wang had done after defeating Jessica Chambers.

7.4   Fumiko Hayashi proved unwilling to take any of the money in exchange for accepting her loss. The sexy Japanese beauty was still coming to the office in short dresses, unashamed, unrepentant, unbowed. Minseo knew that because Euji Oue and Yang Ying were both from HR and she could see from her office how the Japanese and Chinese vixens glared at each other whenever Fumiko came to see her boyfriend. From time to time they had to be separated by security. Minseo still hoped to persuade the Japanese girlfriend to desist, but otherwise Fumiko and Yingying would fight it out in the duel room in a week’s time.

7.5    Neither Lily Chen nor Valentina Martinez accepted any of the offers Minseo dangled in front of them to just give up on the man they were both fighting for. If anything, the Chinese and the Venezuelan harpies dug their heels ever deeper, both cohabitating in Li Song’s apartment and battling over his bed every night. The brutal and incessant quarrels caused havoc in their feminine bodies: The normally pretty girls were coming to work wearing heavier and heavier make up, yet that couldn’t hide the fact that the constant fighting in Li’s apartment was taking a heavy toll on them. Their duel was also scheduled one week from then.

7.6   Allison Xu’s loss didn’t deter from trying again, making another go at Larry Wilson. She entered his office and proceeded to raw fuck him, moaning loudly just as Melissa was working in the general area. Everyone in the legal department could hear the moans and looked expentactly at Melissa. It was a direct challenge to her! A call to fight over a sexual mate! Melissa’s cheeks flushed deep red with fury and she answered Allison’s provocation! The two girls started pulling hair right in front of Larry but were quickly separated by a beefed up security. Melissa challenged Allison to a formal duel, and the Chinese harpy accepted on the spot.

7.7   Laura Jung and Chelsea Zhou managed to come to terms after much pleading and begging from Minseo. Yet the head of HR felt unsure if the agreement to share Peter Liu would hold. The meeting had been incredibly hostile, with neither girl wanting to cede any ground. The feisty sex kittens having had to be separated at several times, and the whole shaking of hands looked incredibly contrived. Neither seemed like the type of woman who had just agreed in her heart to share her man. No…the whole farce seemed to Minseo like a temporary truce before a final, vicious battle over that Peter’s cock.

7.8   Sarah Zhang and Emily Evans kept staring daggers all day long in the accounting department, all while Steve Washington looked pleased. Neither wanted to appear civil to the other, especially not after the catfight and especially since the man they were about to duel for could see them from his office. That had the deleterious effect of splitting the accounting in two, each faction cheering for one or another girl. It showed in the constantly delayed reports and postponed deadlines coming from Accounting. Steve didn’t care anymore, being too busy in setting his two lovers against each other and enjoying the sheer sexual competition over his cock. 

7.9   Chiyo Nakamura reluctantly accepted Minseo’s offer for a transfer out of the HK branch, higher pay and a better position. Minseo saw it in Chiyo’s eyes: The Japanese vixen wanted to fight! She wanted to rip Karen Xing’s tits apart like she had promised her then boyfriend and win him back! She would have certainly challenged Karen to a catfight in the duel room over him had Sophie Jansen decided to back her up in front of HR. As it was, Minseo was glad the Dutch wife didn’t. Minseo nervously twitched her thumbs, hopeing Chiyo wouldn’t change her mind before she could arrange the transfer.

7.10    Of all the catfights that day, Minseo felt the sorriest about Samantha Woods and Katie Zhu. Not long ago these two girls were friends. Had the whole Cindy Wang/Jessica Chambers thing never happened, they would have probably continued to share Hermann without problems. But then again, the Cindy/ Jessica catfight DID happen, bringing with it a pall of ill will and jealousy all over the office. Now aware that catfights were go, the two former friends were swept away in the wave of malice and sexual competition. “Fight her or she’ll take your man” was probably the kind of phrases that finally convinced the two women to finally make a play for exclusive ownership of Hermann’s cock.

7.11   Once she lost, Claire Huang accepted her defeat. It was as the spell of the handsome and exciting Gustavo had put on her had been broken. She was probably the woman who proved most satisfied with taking some compensation and a transfer to another branch. The story would normally end then…but then Minseo was seeing a stream of Chinese and foreign women flirting with the Latino Romeo. They wanted to know what was so special about the guy who had managed to get two women fighting tooth and nail like street whores not even one month after arriving to the office branch. She had even seen Gustavo fucking another of the office girls two weeks after Ha Eun had officially become his girlfriend. Minseo knew deep in her bones the Latin boy was trouble.

Minseo sighed as she rubbed her nose. It was going to be a very very long month ahead.

End 7.12

This marks what I consider "part 1" of this massive story. As all the intro extras have hinted at, the plan from now is to move on to formal duels instead of informal catfights. Many of the defeated women will have their day in the duel room, where they'll be able to win their men and womanly pride back. Some will achive their objectives, other will suffer another humiliating defeat. Four of duels will be similar to the fight in the Duel Room: Wedding proposal, in which the women have to claim the man before defeating her rival in the duel room. I'm particularly excited for 7.14, which I consider the best catfight of the whole series.

[deity17313]

 Interesting set up. Wonder how 7.1.4 would play out considering you said it was the best. Certain elements surrounding the caftight I'm guessing.

[justlooking9000]

7.13 Intro The Duel Room: Bed

By justloooking9000
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Photos at the end of post

Continued from 7.4 Intro The Duel Room: Bed


Fumiko Hayashi took a deep breath as she passed through the supervisor checkpoint and then she stepped into her boyfriend’s apartment. It had been the first time she’d been there in 8 days since she’d been beaten unconscious in a nasty office catfight by Zhang Ying (English name Naomi Zhang. Also called Yingying). Her first reaction had been to go back to Euji’s apartment, where she got into a angry shouting matching with Chinese skank she had just fought against. The Asian girls were about to sink their claws into each other once again until Euji Oue got in between, ordering his Japanese girlfriend to get a hotel room.

Fumiko cried the whole night, uncertain if she had lost her boyfriend for good. To her relief Euji called, saying he was going there to talk, bring some of her clothes and pay for the hotel room. The Japanese beauty quickly put on some make up on her clawed up face and waited for her man in a sexy lingerie set. She eagerly welcomed Euji as he crossed the door to her hotel room and fucked him like never before, enthusiastically pleasing his every kink to ensure he’d still consider her worthy of his bed. As the young couple made love until late in the night, Euji asked Fumiko what she wanted to do about the Chinese interloper now sleeping on her bed.

-“She has to go”-said Fumiko back then with no hesitation, her heart seething with fury-“I’ll rip her tits off and leave her bald, just like I fucked Manami up like she was a rag doll”

Thus a duel was set up. In the meantime, Fumiko wanted the Chinese harpy to know she wasn’t afraid of her. Donning even shorter dresses, the unchastened Japanese siren made a show of going daily to the office buildings to visit her man. She barely hid her intentions, exchanging dirty glares and charged words with her sexual rival. They got into a few hairpulling scraps that were quickly broken up by the beefed up security personnel and Fumiko was soon banned from entering again. But she had made her point.

Today Fumiko would kick the Chinese wench out of her apartment and regain her place besides her man. Just like Manami, Yingying would be nothing but dust at the end of the duel. She promised herself as much. Just as she reached Euji’s bedroom, the attractive Japanese girl tossed aside her robe, revealing sexy two-piece black contraption consisting of a tight long sleeves shirt with a huge whole in the chest area, baring her delicious tits for her man’s sake; and a micro skirt with a big hole at the back, showcasing her exquisite ass. It was clear she had worn no thong, leaving her crotch totally undefended, yet she still wore strapped black heels. It was little tiny outfit designed to drive her man wild with desire.

Fumiko was slightly unnerved when she entered the bedroom to see the queen-sized bed she usually slept on surrounded by plastic bars. A change she had agreed to for the sake of the duel, yet something that filled her with anxiety, bringing the point home that another woman was invading her turf to fight her for Euji’s cock.

The Japanese seductress brimmed with jealousy when she caught the smell of several days of sex, no doubt a little fuck you Yingying had engineer just for her benefit. That was the price she paid for losing that impromptu catfight l 8 days ago. That Chinese slut was coming for her man, and if she lost again, not only would she forfeit him and her apartment, but she would be expelled out of Hong Kong.

Fumiko rested her eyes on man, waiting on the bed, naked, his two extended arms chained to the bedposts, his back lying on the headrest. She felt his eyes hungrily devouring her figure with savage lust, which made her feel sensual, feminine, desirable. She stepped on her strapped black heels and entered the duelling area.

-“Hello handsome”-cooed Fumiko as she got past the bars and into the mattress. She undid her ponytail, letting her lush brown hair drop down her nipples-“Looking forward seeing me tearing that skank apart in our bed?”

-“I’m thrilled to see you defend your place in my bed”-whispered Euji, feeling Fumiko’s hand caressing his naked body as the couple’s tongues wrestled with each other.

-“I won’t only reclaim my place. I’ll make you proud of being my boyfriend”-cooed Fumiko before wrapping her mouth around Seiji’s male member. Seiji moaned, slightly struggling against his chains as Fumiko crouched and started giving him an enthusiastic blowjob. For 10 long minutes, the young man enjoyed as his girlfriend’s tongue teased and toyed with his manhood, effortlessly making him explode in excitement. She drank his semen like it was water in the desert. Just as he was about to forget all about Chinese beauty who coveted his romantic attentions, he caught a sight that made him hard again, like he had never cummed in the first place.

Ying Ying, stepped loudly onto the floor, making her presence felt as she entered the bedroom. She took off her ponytail, shaking her head and letting her bring black hair on her shoulders for dramatic effect, before sashaying around the bedroom. Not to be outdone in the slut department by her sexual rival, Yingying had opted for a flimsy, red strap tastefully gracing her perky body, yet leaving her delicious, young boobs exposed to the world, like the proud woman she was. This “attire” would hardly offer protection against Fumiko’s nails, but then again, Fumiko’s dress wouldn’t do much to protect her from Ying Ying’s lethal nails.

She wanted to show Euji she wasn’t at all concerned about his mediocre Japanese girlfriend. She strutted on her red high heels, her every step oozing sensuality as she approached the bed she coveted with feline grace. The Chinese seductress had chosen red, the colour of war, because she had come here, to do war!

Ying Ying had been enjoying this very bed for 8 days, her reward for beating the Japanese whore in that vicious catfight inside the office building. That night she felt a rush of emotions as they fucked raw and hard on this bed. The faint smell of his masculine aroma around the bedroom, his reassuring embrace as he held her in his hands, his warm body giving her comfort through the cold night…she had a taste of paradise and now was greedy for more.

Euji told her all this could be hers…if she proved herself the better woman. The thought Euji visiting his unworthy girlfriend every other day drove Yingying mad with jealousy. He often saw him coming the next morning, exhausted, his skin grafted with her bites, a way for Fumiko to tell Yingying “he’s still mine.” She played that game to humour the Japanese bitch but what Yingying really wanted to do as to tear her sexual competitor on duel day.

She wanted all that the Japanese whore had and Fumiko didn’t want to give it up. Official girlfriend and office lover were thus in a collision course neither was intent on backing down from.

-“Ready to be replaced by a better woman?”-taunted Ying Ying as she gracefully hopped on the bed that was going to be their battlefield. She frowned when she Japanese harlot turned around, sliding her wet pussy into Euji’s cock, like YingYing wasn’t even there at all.

-“What’s the matter jianzi(cheap bitch)? Sore about me showing Euji how a real woman fucks like?”-continued YingYing trying to get a reaction from her sexual rival. Fumiko stared daggers at YingYing but kept her silence, her insolent cock riding doing the talking for her. Fumiko’s message was clear: “This is my cock, and if you want it, you’ll have to pass through me”

-“Pay attention to me you second rate Jap whore”-shouted the Chinese beauty now working herself into a rage, pulling Fumiko’s brown hair up as soon as the starting buzz rang-“I’m going to…my eyes!”

-“That was for last time you fucking whore”-said Fumiko, spitting Euji’s cum on Ying Ying’s eyes and seeing her sexual rival stagger backwards. Fumiko pursued her incapacitated antagonist, latching onto black her hair and pounding YingYing’s head against the plastic bars-“Enjoy the last taste of his cum you’ll ever have!”

-“You cheating bitch”-said YingYing, using the heel of her palm to push Fumiko’s shin upwards while her left hand tried to wipe off Euji’s cum off her face. The Chinese minx pulled her legs close to her chest and kicked up, compressing Fumiko’s bouncing breasts with her heels and sending the rabid Japanese girlfriend flying to the other side of the bed. YingYing stood on her feet, walking precariously on her pumps towards the other side of the bed.

Fumiko groaned as her back crashed against the plastic bars surrounding the bed. She gritted her teeth as she clutched her tits trying to massage the pain away. Standing on her feet, YingYing grabbed the bars for stability and trampled the whimpering Japanese vixen over and over again-“You think you can beat me with cheap tricks bitch? After I’m done with you I’m going to make your EX boyfriend cum and smear his semen on your eyes!”

Fumiko withered, feeling the air exiting her lungs as the Chinese slut sank her heels into her stomach. She heaved, barely avoiding the next attack at the very last second and sprung upwards, tackling Yingying and sending the belligerents staggering on their two feet against the opposite side of the bed. Fumiko’s exposed melons swayed violently as she landed savage slaps on the Chinese goddess’ face.

The Yingying quickly returned the favour, the girls whirling around the unsteady bed using the bars to support, slapping and pulling chunks of black and brown hair in an intimate embrace. Their proud, bare tits rubbed against each other like sand paper as the girls danced on the mattress, as if engaged in their own vicious contest for supremacy. YingYing moaned, feeling her nipples colliding against Fumiko’s, and then brought her hands up, squeezing a handful of titflesh, twisting, raking and pulling Fumiko’s bust with wild abandon.

-“You’ll regret coming after my boobs bitch!”-squealed Fumiko, sinking her talons into YingYing’s jugs and mercilessly twisting her rack. 

-“You call those things tits? You’re flatter than an airport!”

-“You must be blind! Yours look pathetic next to mine!”

-“Really? Euji tells me they’re best he’s ever seen!”

-“You’re lying! He tells me he loves nothing better than feeling my tits massaging his cock!”

-“After I’m done with your tits no man will ever want you!”

-“Try it bitch! Let’s see whose tits get destroyed!”-said Fumiko, plunging her head down and sinking her teeth on YingYing’s right boob. The Chinese siren wailed as her tit was being bitten…no…chewed like it was meat by her relentless romantic rival.  The withering Yingying stopped her tit mauling, but not to admit defeat. No, rather the Chinese goddess brought her hands up and raked her nails on Fumiko’s face! The Japanese hyena winced, bringing her arms up, trying to defend her pretty face against YingYing’s mauling talons.


Fumiko reeled backwards, losing balance on her precarious heels and dragging the Chinese seductress down with her, falling just besides the man they were fighting for.

-“That’s it! No more Miss nice girl”-jeered YingYing, tears streaming off her red cheeks as bit Fumiko’s tit in retaliation! Fumiko let out a high-pitched wail, pulling YingYing’s long tresses and whacking her face to get her off her aching melons but YingYing held on like a pitbull yanking on meat.

Euji watched transfixed, his manhood rock hard, as he watched these two sensual sex kittens furiously fight over his cock in a wild rolling catball. He raised one of his legs, letting the angry 110 kilos female mass pass and then bent his knees to contain the furious catball between his legs. He watched with rapt attention, feeling tresses of hair caressing his dick as the jealous lovers fought tooth and nail over him!

Knowing Euji’s cock was over their heads, standing like a Roman emperor watching two gladiatrixes fighting in the colosseum made the women fight even harder, neither wanting him to see her sexual rival get the upper hand, making the catball a very dirty affair where they scratched, mauled, lacerated and bit her rival in love. The brawling beauties raised their long legs and rammed! The pointy end of their heels on the other’s thighs, leaving long, deep gnashes as they fought for the top position.

-“Today I kick you out of my apartment!”-said Fumiko, managing to pin down the obstinate Chinese skank in a schoolgirl hold. The Japanese temptress then closed her hands into fists and rained punches into YingYing’s bouncing tits, which compressed and expanded as she repeatedly abused them. She took a second to look at her boyfriend in the eye-“Another of your whore co-workers bites the dust!” 

-“Get off me you Jap cow!”-squealed the beleaguered Chinese stunner as she kicked her legs into the air and bucked like a wild bronco to dismount the Japanese hag. In a last-ditch attempt, the rapidly exhausting Yingying felt her way around Fumiko’s toned legs, reaching her inner thigh before making her way up her crotch, finally sinking her fingers in Fumiko’s unprotected love hole.

The Japanese goddess shrieked, jumping to the side to ward off the potentially devastating attack, closely followed by an unforgiving Yingying bent on payback. Seeing the angry black-haired piranha leaping at her, Fumiko panicked, kicking her sexual rival with a powerful thrust, sending the rabid Yingying to the other side of the bed, Euji’s cock marking the dividing line between the two sides of the bed.   
-“So that’s how you wanna fight chink slut?”-huffed the perspiring Fumiko, her sweat drenched clothes hugged her supple body even as she got on her knees.

-“I’m sorry, I thought we were fighting like real women over a man and not like little schoolgirls!”-heaved YingYing, her perspiration soaked skin glistening against the lighting.

-“I’m not afraid to fight as dirty as I have to for his cock”-replied Fumiko, obscenely exposing her moist crotch to her sexual rival-“Come and get it if you dare! Let’s see who comes out walking out of here”

-“You’ll never have sex again after I’m done with your cxnt!”-screeched Euji’s co-worker as the two women crawled towards each other, their shoulders clashing against each other right above Euji’s hard dick as they extended one arm, looking for her nemesis’ cxnt!

The two otherwise refined ladies fought like street whores as they cried and heaved, moving their legs and hips to avoid her enemy’s sharp talons while she tried to violate the other’s intimate womanhood.

-“Cheap jinv(prostitute)!”-squealed YingYing in a high pitched moan as she felt Fumiko pinching her labia with her nails.

-“Dirty slag!”-wept Fumiko, wincing as she felt YingYing’s devastating nails working her womanhood.  The warring harpies felt sideways, their heads falling on top of Euji’s stomach, just above his erect shaft, as they continued this heinous contest.

-“Whore!”-cried YingYing, feeling her womanhood being invaded by Fumiko’s unwelcome fingers. She heaved, her moist lips touching Euji’s erect rod as she felt her Japanese nemesis tearing her cxnt. She fixed her gaze upon his wet manhood, the sight reminding her what was at stake in this duel. She gritted her teeth, driving her nails deeper into Fumiko’s womanhood! She had come to claim Euji for herself and she planned to leave this room with him!

Euji moaned, his arms uselessly struggling against the chains as Fumiko and Yingying’s soft cheeks grinded against his manhood. He closed his eyes, feeling the women’s breathing and heaving hot air on his cock as they traded insults, their drenched mammary glands rubbing against his thighs. The lurid sensory overload was too much for the man in dispute, his manhood taking a life of its own when he was licked one more time in just the right way. A torrent of semen shot up just above the battling brawlers and quickly felt down, showering his cum on their faces!

The exhausted YingYing grimaced, biting Fumiko’s shoulder in an attempt to tilt the scales of the vicious cxnt fighting to her favour! The Japanese girlfriend let out a silent scream as her cum covered face became a poem of agony. Spent as she was, she forced herself to retaliat, going straight for YingYing’s ear with her lethal fangs!

The Chinese pretender let out wailed like a wounded animal, giving up the savage cxnt mauling and bringing her hands up to protect her face. Seeing her chance, the unforgiving Japanese beauty tugged YingYing’s dishevelled black tresses and pulled her up, only to slam her eye into Euji’s shaft!

The beautiful Chinese siren howled, her arms covering her face after the sordid attack but Fumiko didn’t let up! Leaning on her boyfriend’s chest for support, the Japanese temptress banged YingYing’s head against the headrest over and over again until her Chinese antagonist went limp!

Hearing the victory buzz, the Japanese beauty let out a sigh of relief, resting her pretty head on her boyfriend’s shoulder, her hands still holding onto the unconscious YingYing.

 -“Another of the…little sluts that…work with you…has challenged me…over your cock…and has failed too…she just couldn’t…compete with me”-whispered the victorious Fumiko, her lips grazing Euji’s ears-“She’ll be exiled…but I intend to…punish her…for her insolence”

With that said, Fumiko took off her raunchy black top and tied the beaten Chinese whore, arranging her limp physique so that YingYing’s face was around Euji’s crotch. Fumiko then hopped on top of her defeated sexual rival, her nipples stabbing YingYing’s back, and strained her neck, wrapping her mouth around her man’s cock!

YingYing stirred into consciously only to find herself tied, her cheeks just besides Euji’s manhood and Fumiko giving him an enthusiastic blowjob! She tried to move, only to find herself constrained by Fumiko’s solid hold.

-“Shhhh…don’t move”-hissed Fumiko, sadistically licking her adversary’s tears-“You’re lucky to witness how a real woman pleases her man…a honour Manami didn’t have”

-“Let me go…you sadistic whore…”-begged the beaten Chinese temptress, knowing well that she has lost her shot at becoming Euji’s girlfriend and will soon be exiled-“You already have him…what more…do you want..?”

-“Oh no…you don’t get off so easy. You challenged me for my man…and you’ll pay the consequences”-cooed Fumiko-“Soon he’s going to explode again…I can feel it…and I’ll lick all his cum over your face…before the paramedics come. You understand bitch? This is the last time…you’ll taste his cock…while I…I’ll stay here, enjoying my prize”

And for the next 10 minutes, the remorseless Fumiko kept her promise amidst Yingying’s pitiful cries for mercy.

AFTERMATH

Fighting a duel in order defend your place in your man’s bed is never a nice experience. It’s a brutal and unforgiving experience, bound to leave nasty marks and expensive hospital bills, yet there was no better thrill than winning a duel in front of your man. The more savage the duel the better, the better the pay off as men were bound to reward the winner with gifts, plentiful sex and romantic gestures. Plus, there was the matter of clearly marking your territory and letting other potential sexual rivals your boyfriend is off limits.

Fumiko rejoiced, her girlfriends throwing a nice party to celebrate her prevailing over a second sexual rival.

Yet it didn’t escape her notice that her boyfriend’s workplace was festering with backstabbing vultures, plotting and scheming, looking for a chance to steal her man under her nose. After all, that den of man stealing whores is where Manami and YingYing had come from. She had no doubt another stupid skank would try to take what was hers. Seeing that YingYing’s departure had opened a new vacancy in her boyfriend’s company, the Japanese girlfriend applied, and got a job in the HR department, becoming Euji’s co-worker.

End 7.13

[justlooking9000]

Interesting set up. Wonder how 7.1.4 would play out considering you said it was the best. Certain elements surrounding the caftight I'm guessing.

Well, you've already seen a version of it, but yeah. I thought it pretty hot, outshining even what should be the "main" fight of the series ie the Amy vs Sophie catfight.

[justlooking9000]

Note: the following isn't a story nor it's essential for the story. However, since several of the following catfights will be "claiming duels," I thought it fit to include more of an explanation and history of the claiming duel in the Duel Room universe. The next catfight (7.14), will be one of such claiming duels.


What is a Claiming Duel?


What is a claiming duel? The simple answer is that any duel in which you win by fulfilling two conditions:

1.   “Claim” ie receive the semen of the man you’re fighting over in front of your conscious antagonist.
2.   Knock your sexual rival out after claiming.

A claiming duel is just a natural, logical progression in duel history. After all, if the root cause of a duel is the sexual tension of two upstanding ladies over a shared gentleman, it’s only logical for them to try to show him who’s the better lover at any chance they get. This could mean, indirect competition over his schedule, direct threesomes where the girls put themselves in front of him and compete over his cock. This pageantry is designed not only for the guy in question but for the other woman. To show her that she’s being outdone in the sexual and romantic battlefield. To show her that a better woman is contesting her ownership of that man’s cock.

Claiming a man is an incredibly powerful feeling on its own, but doing it in front of a sexual rival as you fight her tooth and nail over him is something sure to be remembered, especially by the guy in question. He’s bound to unconsciously see the woman who received his cum as the better woman.

Claiming duels didn’t have official sanction when the duel regime came into being. The government just wanted a quick, decisive way to determine who gets to keep the man and who gets exiled. Claiming duels, by their nature, add complexity, uncertainty and lead to disputed outcomes.

Therefore, “claiming” duels initially consisted of private agreements between the two duellists to claim the man before focussing on beating the other woman down (More like angry arguments about who the better lover was led to the women loudly asserting they would claim the man mid-duel in question to decide the issue). However, such private agreements were not recognized by the government. Officially winning meant knocking the other girl out or securing her verbal surrender.

Such unofficial agreements, by their nature, were bound to lead to problems. And they did, when a significant number of duellists got into such “gentlewoman” agreements only to have one woman claiming the man but the other officially winning the duel. Eventually one of those women, a Korean national called Minhee Park, sued the government and her love rival, Japanese Himiko Takanashi, in court. The Korean woman managed to show that there had been a claiming agreement between the two duellists, and that she herself had managed to claim the gentleman in question before she was beaten by Himiko, who then became the official winner of the duel. Using fancy legal arguments, she argued that claiming matches should be legalized and in such cases in which the result was contested, a rematch should be allowed.


The court case led to much media interest in Asia, where most of these unofficial claiming matches had happened. There were protests and petitions on both sides of the issue. Women that won the duel officially obviously didn’t want to go through another duel, and women who had managed to claim the man before losing at the hands of the other woman wanted a rematch. In the end, the case went all the way through the Supreme Court and the issue was decided in favour of forcing the government to recognize claiming duels. Additionally, all the women that could prove that a claiming match had been agreed to but lost in a contested outcome had their exiles revoked and allowed to ask for a rematch if they so wished.

A pall of consternation fell on the government and all the women who had officially won their duels in what were now called contested outcomes.  A contested outcome meant for example 1. One woman claimed the man but she was knocked out; 2. The man ejaculated into the floor during the fight, leading to no claiming; 3. One of the combatants was knocked unconscious before any claiming was performed.

The eventual policy agreed to was that in cases of contested outcomes, the belligerents were to be given a bare minimum of medical treatment and a new claiming duel to happen in a few hours time. The process was repeated until a conclusive win was obtained. The government eventually went through all the cases. It was an expensive, draining affair, just as the government had feared. Many lives were upturned, as some former winners lost the rematch.

Under current claiming duel regulations, the duellists must make the man they are fighting for climax before the actual duel. This little bit of drama isn’t only done for pageantry’s sake, but also to prevent an over eager man from ejaculating too early into the fight. Obviously, a side effect of this ritual is to increase the anger and jealousy the combatants feel towards each other, animating the claiming duel even further. Little things like hairpulling while performing this ritual are allowed, and it only adds a further erotic touch to the already depraved rite.

The man in question is granted a small space, which is for the duration of the fight will be his dominion. He’s not allowed to leave the dominion, and should one woman establish a dominant position, she would have to go to the man’s dominion to claim him. Fighting is still allowed in the dominion, but with the proviso that the guy can do as he pleases in there, so long he can physically enforce his will. That would mean fucking a girl while she’s fighting her sexual rival, favour one girl over the other by holding one girl down, force the two girls together to force them to fight even more fiercely.

Such freedom and authority men exercise over the dominion is usually used judiciously, for duels are usually the result of a man not being able to decide between which lover he favours. Should he then show a marked preference over one of the girls, the other woman is well within her rights to concede the match and depending on the evidence on the video, have her eventual exile challenged on occasion of such favouritism. Moreover, such favouritism in the duel room is more often than not taken badly by the “winner.” The reason the duel happened was the indecision of the man, and such favouritism would indicate the man knew whom he liked most but decided to force the girls to fight for his own selfish motives.
 
What happened to the original plaintiff? Miss Park? She and Miss Takanashi fought again in a dirty, nasty duel where possession of the man’s cock changed several times until Himiko claimed the man but Minhee won the duel, leading to a contested outcome and an automatic rematch in a few hours time. The Japanese woman eventually prevailed, this time managing to claim the man and win the duel, sending her Korean adversary into a second exile.

Notes:

-Some duels might incorporate the act of claiming but not be claiming duels per se. One such example is the Duel Room: East vs West, where while claiming was performed, it wasn’t a winning condition.

-An example of a claiming duel is the Duel Room: The wedding proposal, where the winner had to both claim the man’s semen and knock the other woman out. Should only one winning condition be fulfilled, the result would have been a contested result and an automatic rematch set up in a few hours time.

-The longest chain of contested duels was between two Caucasians women, one brunette and a blonde. They went through five savage duels, each time relentlessly trying to claim their mutual lover and wreck the other woman’s body. By duel three there were fears this could not keep on going much longer, as the women had barely had any medical attention. On duel 4 the blonde claimed the man and seemed to have the match on the bag when the brunette rallied and forced a fifth duel. Two hours later, the exhausted women flung their battle-weary bodies at each other for the fifth time, desperately trying to claim the man and win the duel. In the end, the brunette beauty managed the feat, becoming the man’s undisputed girlfriend.  The whole ordeal had lasted 15 hours and 5 matches.
 

End.

[deity17313]

Interesting that alot of it is sex based.