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“Hey, Jennifer,” Kendra stopped me as I was coming to the pass to drop off a ticket. “What was going on with your favorite customers? Debra looked like she was going to kill-”
“What?” I stared at her. “My regulars? The blonde cowgirl and her husband? They were here?”
“Oh, shit,” Kendra muttered. “I thought you knew. I mean, Britt said you gave her the table-”
“She what?!” I seethed. This wasn’t the first time Britt had pulled shit like this, but she’d never dared to steal my best regulars before. She might as well have reached into my pocket and taken money out of it. I stomped off to find her, but Kendra ran off to find the manager before I killed someone, and Kaneisha planted herself in my way.
“Jennifer, what’s up?”
“She took my regulars!”
“It’s gonna be okay. Look, take a break. I’m gonna get this checked out.”
“But-”
“Jennifer,” she whispered in her don’t fuck with me voice. “Take a five minute break, and I’ll come talk to you.”
I stewed in the break room for a few minutes, angrily stirring my yogurt. I hadn’t gotten along with Britt from the get go. After my last fight I’d found a new place to work, and the only sour note was Britt; she thought she had the right to the best tips and shifts just because, well, I don’t know why, really. On top of that, she just got on my nerves - she always seemed to have a little smirk on her face I just wanted to wipe off with my fist. I was determined to do it this time, I didn’t care what my manager said.
When Kaneisha came to get me, she told me to finish my shift and stay late and we’d sort everything out. I spent the next two hours pretty distracted; I obviously didn’t know what Kaneisha was planning, but I was ready to walk if she was going to let Britt steal my best customers. After close, me, Kaneisha and Britt mopped and locked up in tense silence, then we got down to business.
“Now listen,” Kaneisha started. “I’m not gonna say who’s right and wrong - “ she held her hand up to forestall my furious interjection - “Here’s how it is. I can’t have you two doing this shit. We’re going to settle this now. You two can fight it out, winner gets whatever customers and shifts she wants, loser has to take whatever she can get. If either one of you doesn’t want to-”
“Oh, I want to,” Britt smirked.
“Me too,” I growled.
“All right. Well, so here’s what we’re going to do; we’re gonna move these tables here - and these chairs - that’ll make a nice big circle for you two. I’m gonna watch and make sure you don’t kill each other or nothing. And it’s only over when one of you gives up. All right?” We both nodded and got to work clearing the fighting area. That done, we stripped down, neither one of us wanting to get our nice work clothes messed up. I went down to my plain back bottoms and Britt to a black set with white polka dots and a small red bow on the top.
“I think my niece has some panties like that,” I observed. “She’s eight.”
“Why are you looking at your eight year old niece’s underwear, sicko?” I opened my mouth to respond, but Kaneisha stepped between us.
“Save that shit. Looks like you’re both ready.” She took a step back. “Okay, fight!”
We faced off with each other, topless, in the middle of the fighting area we’d cleared. I’m 5’8”, built very slim with A-cups and long, strong legs; Britt was four inches shorter, much curvier (she liked fishing for tips by bending over and giving interested customers a view down her shirt), just on the right side between curvaceous and chubby. She was much softer looking than the last woman I’d fought, but I think she still had the edge in upper body strength. I’d snagged a hair tie out of my pocket before stripping and pulled my long, black hair up into a thick ponytail just in case she tried to make a grab for it. Britt’s lush red hair was almost as long as mine, brushing the top of her pale tits, and she was wearing it loose. She had that sneer on again; I thought she’d be cute without it - she had admittedly pretty, innocent green eyes and luscious lips.
I took up a defensive stance to see what Britt would do. I’m pretty slim, and I knew I couldn’t take too many hits; I was determined to avoid as much punishment as I could, so I was happy to set up a strong guard and let Britt take the lead. She came in reaching for my hair, and I brought her up short with a quick left to her belly. She flinched and I followed up with a right hook, popping my hips and getting as much force as I could into it. The hit turned Britt away from me, and she fell to all fours, shaking her head. I stepped up to press the attack, but she hopped to her feet and pushed me away with a snarl.
“Aww, poor baby. Did I hit you too hard?” I taunted, hoping to make her angry so she’d make a mistake. She lunged at me, again reaching for my hair; I sidestepped and threw a knee into her stomach, bending her over. I braced my hands on her back and lifted my knee into her gut; I aimed for the same spot, and I guess I was close enough as Britt collapsed, gasping. Damn, maybe I was worried for nothing; seemed like Britt was all talk so far. I went around to her front; my opponent had her arms crossed over her stomach, but that left her chest open, and I kicked her in the tits hard enough to roll her over onto her back. “How are you doing down there?” I teased. “Flat on your back already. Are you ready to give up?”
“Fuck off,” she gasped, sitting up; not as hurt as I’d hoped. I took a step back and charged, aiming a kick at her head; with a yelp she dipped out of the way, and by the time I was able to stop and turn back to her, she was on her feet, reaching for my hair for a third time. This time, unfortunately, she got it with both hands, yanking my hair back and then down, leaving me staring at the ceiling. I tried to push her away, but all I could see was the overhead lights, and ended up just flailing at her for a second before she stepped in and kneed me in the crotch.
I screamed, covering myself with my hands; Britt released my hair, which was a relief, but it was only to wind up and slam a punch into my stomach. I leaned against her, gasping, then yelled in surprise as Britt got her left arm between my legs and picked me right up. The room spun around as Britt lifted me, my head going down and my legs going up, then with a howl she slammed me down to the hard floor, following me down and landing on top of me. I was left on my back, dazed and gasping, as Britt rolled off me. I came back to my senses as she viciously slapped me across the face.
“You awake there, Jennifer?” she barked, reaching back for another slap; I knew I didn’t have time to do anything about it and only managed to wince and close my eyes before she gave me a stinging backhand. “Where’s your shit talk now!” She reached back for a third, and I seized my chance, leaning up and latching onto her tits. Britt froze with a howl as I started squeezing her tits. “Get off, bitch!” she shrieked. “Get off my tits!” She returned the hold, grabbing my boobs and crushing them between her fingers. Even though I was on the bottom, I had the advantage here - I simply had more to work with, and I could tell I was hurting my opponent badly; fat tears started running down her flushing face as she grunted and moaned with pain.
We had started with her vertical, me leaning off the ground; as I punished her tits we reversed positions, Britt gradually leaning backwards until she was laying down as I came up, on my knees over her. I pushed her down to the floor, releasing her boobs, which were bright red where I’d been squeezing them. Britt’s hands slid off my chest and I pinned her arms under my knees just to be sure. I drew my right arm back and punched her as hard as I could in the face; she tried to buck me off, but I was sitting high enough to prevent her from being able to do this, and I attempted to bring the fight to an end by knocking her out, slamming punches into her cheeks and mouth. Now I’m not the strongest fighter, but I had a good angle here, and even the toughest woman can only take so many full-force hits to the head before she’s out; I busted the knuckles on my right hand open on my opponent’s nose, but before I could finish her, she leaned her lower body up and got her feet into my armpits.
Britt flung me off; I screamed in surprise as I went flying a good ten feet away from her, crashing on my chest. Operating on instinct I rolled over onto my back, moaning. I’d been thrown to the edge of the fighting area, and I realized with a start that if I’d gone another eight inches I would have smacked into some of the furniture head-first. Despite all the damage I thought I’d done to my opponent, before I could get up she was there, blood running out of her nose, giving me a crazy-eyed murder stare. She started lifting up one of the chairs; we use heavy wooden ones, and she was having some trouble with it, but she managed to get it up over her head with a grunt.
“Hey!” Kaneisha yelled. “Stop!” My opponent did not stop, throwing it down at me with a scream. Luckily she’d taken so long to heft it up I had time to roll out of the way, and it smashed into pieces with a horribly loud crash where I’d been laying a few seconds before.
“I said don’t do that!” Kaneisha bellowed, coming into the fighting area to face off with Britt. “Don’t be breaking shit! That’s coming out of your paycheck!”
“Fuck you!” Britt yelled back at her. “When I beat her, take it out of hers!”
“She didn’t break it, dumbass!”
“Listen here-”
I snuck around behind Britt as she continued red-facedly yelling at our boss, getting into a four-point stance and charging. Kaneisha’s eyes went wide, and I guess it dawned on Britt that she had lost track of me; she turned, just in time for me to tackle her. I hit her in the stomach, taking her down to the floor hard, hearing her gasp as I knocked the air out of her. I tried to hold her down, laying on top of her, and this worked, I think only because I’d just winded her; knowing I had to act fast before she recovered I grapevined her legs, hearing my opponent whine as I pushed her thighs apart past the point of comfort. Her upper half was a little tricker; I pinned her wrists to the floor, but this left me with no way to actually attack her, and she was recovering frighteningly quickly.
“What now, idiot?” she hissed at my predicament. “Hey, why don’t you try a breast smother? Oh, that’s right! You’re as flat as a fucking pancake!” I lifted off her a bit, thinking I could drop my weight down on her, but she freed her wrists with a grunt, then tried to push me off her. I managed to stay on for a minute thanks to my strong grapevine, but I lost even this as she heaved me off with a yell.
We both got to our feet, and although I wouldn’t say I was scared, I was worried; Britt was turning out to be a pretty tough bitch. She barreled at me in what I think was intended as a boxer’s guard, her fists in front of her face; if she thought I was going to get into a fistfight with her she was out of her mind, but here she came throwing sloppy hooks. Her form was terrible, but I didn’t doubt that a few of these would still be sufficient to lay me out and I backed up, looking for an opportunity to hit her back or get close.
I think her inexperience actually worked for her here - she didn’t know enough to cover up, and while that normally would have been good news for me, her erratic, unpredictable punches left me the choice of either coming in close to try and exploit the holes in her defense, or keep backing up. I chose the second option - I knew I could come in and get at least one good hit on her, but I could just see her absorbing my best shot and then taking my head off.
“You scared, Jen?!” Britt yelled, throwing a wild left haymaker. “You can’t run!” Unfortunately, she was right; the fighting area we had cleared wasn’t that big, and just a half dozen steps back had my hips bumping into one of the tables. “Nowhere to go, bitch!” she gloated, aiming a right hook at my jaw. I ducked it, leaving Britt to unbalance herself; she was left completely defenseless for a moment, which was all the time I needed to launch a desperate counter attack, aiming a knife-edge chop at her beaten breasts. I landed it perfectly if I may say so myself, crushing her swollen tits against her ribcage. Britt stumbled backwards, keening in agony. I followed her, getting her with another chop. Now, I don’t want you to think that because I’m Asian, I was throwing karate chops; these are the kind you might have seen Ric Flair throwing, if Ric Flair was wrestling a topless waitress with busted up tits for some reason.
Britt covered her chest after my second chop; I braced my left hand on her shoulder and gave her the hardest punch to the stomach I could. She bent over slightly with a moan, her arms still crossed over her tits. I gave her another gutbuster and she dropped to her knees, gasping. Her arms fell to the sides, and I grabbed a handful of her red hair with my left hand, leaning down and continuing to deliver chops with my right; every time the edge of my hand and arm slammed into her soft, yielding tits, she grunted or groaned, her eyes half-closed, tears running down her cheeks and onto the floor. I must have landed a dozen hits to my opponent’s boobs; she was in so much pain she couldn’t even stay vertical without my grip on her hair, let alone fight back. Britt would be remembering this fight for a while; I couldn’t imagine how long it would take them to heal after the beating I was laying on them. Ready to finish my opponent, I wound up and gave her one more, releasing her hair, the impact spinning her onto her chest as she landed on the floor. I put my foot on the back of her head and looked at Kaneisha, who came over to see if Britt had enough, motioning for me to step back. I crossed my arms and stood watching as Kaneisha gently rolled my beaten opponent onto her back.
“Brittney!” she yelled, giving the redhead a few light slaps to bring her around. “Britt! You done? Speak to me!”
“Let me at her,” Britt moaned. I rolled my eyes as she started trying to sit up. What was it going to take to keep this bitch down?
“Sorry, Jen,” Kaneisha looked over her shoulder at me. “She’s gotta give up.”
“Are you seriously going to let her keep fighting? Look at her boobs!” They must have been swollen to twice their normal size; not a single inch of healthy skin was left, her tits two big bruised, angry lumps.
“She’s gotta give up,” Kaneisha repeated as she backed off. Britt was sitting up now, giving me a wild-eyed stare.
“I’m never gonna give up, Jen,” she grunted, getting to her feet. “I took the best you got, and it’s not enough. I’m gonna show you how it’s done,” she advanced on me.
Well, there were two obvious targets that presented themselves, but I figured she’d be looking for an attack aimed at her chest and tried to trick her. I lunged in, faking a kick between the legs; unfortunately Britt figured out what I was doing and didn’t fall for it, grabbing my wrists as my hands raced towards her chest. Before I could even try jerking my hands back she executed a real kick between the legs, the top of her foot slamming up into my pussy. Pain exploded from my crotch and I sagged backwards, sitting down, my arms over my head as Britt still held my wrists. I looked up just in time to see her foot flying towards my face, and my head snapped back as she punted me under the chin. She released my wrists and I ended up on my back, tasting blood and staring at the ceiling.
Britt pulled me up to a sitting position, then slammed her elbow into the top of my head; I saw stars, and the next thing I knew she was pulling my underwear off.
“Jen, get cleaned up, you’re a fucking mess,” she yelled, throwing my sweaty bottoms on my face. With a groan I reached up and threw them off, seeing Britt stepping out of her own underwear. “Oh, do I have to do it for you?” She straddled my chest, easily slapping away my hands as I tried to stop her, then jammed her panties into my mouth. “You are such a loser, Jen!” she crowed. “How’s that taste, asshole?” She reached for my neck, and fueled by panic I managed to slide out from under her; even with Kaneisha there, I wasn’t totally sure she wouldn’t choke me to death. I got to my feet quickly, my body shaking from adrenaline.
“Can’t get away,” Britt sing-songed as she closed on me. I spit her panties out, then turned my back and ran; Britt chased me with a cackle. I came to one of the tables on the edge of the fighting area and grabbed the saltshaker, dispensing some into the palm of my other hand, working as quickly as I could; I sensed Britt coming up behind me and turned at the last moment, whipping the salt at her eyes. Britt screamed to wake the dead, her hands flying up to cover her face, pawing her watering eyes as she whimpered.
For a second I thought about going back at her chest, but I didn’t know what else I could possibly do - if the agony I’d already inflicted hadn’t been enough to put her down, I’d have to try something else. Pain hadn’t worked; so maybe I’d try pleasure. First, though, I had to get Britt under control, and I braced my left on her shoulder, punching her hard in the stomach. She gasped but stayed vertical, and I gave her another punch, then stepped in and kneed her in the gut, my kneecap smacking into her belly button. That did the trick as she fell to all fours. I grabbed her hair and pulled her over onto her back, laying down so I was on her left side, pulling Britt’s head between my legs, yanking her face up against my bare ass.
“Gotta make her give up,” Kaneisha reminded me, coming around to get a better look. “Just knocking her out doesn’t count.”
“Yeah, I got it,” I grunted. I was squeezing as hard as I could, not to knock Britt out, but to keep her still; considering how much punishment she’d already absorbed, she still had a lot of fight in her, thrashing against the floor, trying to pull my thighs apart. I locked my ankles and held on; Britt realized she couldn’t free herself this way and tried pulling her head out from between my legs, which didn’t work either. I could feel her getting weaker as she began to panic, slapping and pinching my thighs. This didn’t feel great, but my opponent was getting much the worse of it as she finally began to run out of steam, her hands coming to rest just holding onto my legs.
I kept the scissors locked on tight just a bit longer to make sure she was really getting worn down, then eased up a bit; I didn’t want her all the way out, after all.
“Hey, Britt,” I reached back to tug on her hair. “You awake?” She was, making a pathetic attempt to roll over. “Oh, good. Do you like smelling my ass back there?”
“Mmmffaafff,” my opponent moaned into my butt.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh,” I sighed happily. “You know, Britt, you’re completely mine now. I can decide if you feel pain - “ I pulsed my legs, Britt briefly squirming as my thighs crushed her head - “or pleasure- “ I grabbed her left ankle, pulling her body closer so I could easily get access to her naked crotch, lazily circling her clit with one finger. Now I would have preferred to get her warmed up by playing with her tits first, but I wasn’t going anywhere near them after I’d destroyed them - a pretty big mistake, I admitted, but one I apparently was going to be able to overcome anyway; all it seemed like it would cost me was time, and Britt wasn’t going anywhere.
“So, what’s it gonna be?” I looked up at Kaneisha, who was standing over us watching closely. “Tell you what, tap out now and I’ll go easy on you; I’ll get my pick of your shifts, and if you ever try to take my regulars again, you’re fired-” Britt was frantically tapping before I could even finish laying down my terms. I eased up my legs a little more. “Oh, good. Well, I’m not quite done with you yet. You’re pretty dense, so I want to make sure you’re getting the message about who’s in charge.”
I pulled on her left leg a little bit, getting her closer so I could get both hands between her legs comfortably. I warmed her up slowly, teasing her clit with my left hand, rubbing her pussy with my right. She responded to my touch, her breathing slowing, her hands coming up to grip my thighs just to have something to hold on to. When her right leg started kicking I knew she was ready for more and slipped my index finger in, pumping her slowly to start and speeding up; her hips started bucking, desperate for more sensation, and I added my middle finger. Britt was completely at my command; I slowed down a bit, gradually working her up to the edge, then leaving her there to make my point that I was in control. Then I finished her, speeding up again.
“That’s right,” I egged her on. “Cum for me, loser!” She did, her body quaking as I took her past her limit, working her though a climax that left her completely limp.
I released the scissors, but before Britt could get a nice deep breath I rolled her onto her back, sitting on her face. I’d earned this, keeping her pinned to the floor as I started roughly grinding my pussy against her nose and mouth. Britt just lay there as I put the exclamation point on my victory, closing my eyes and reflexively squeezing my thighs around her head as I came.
I sighed happily, completely satisfied, teetering on her for a second before I rolled off, not bothering to even give her a last look as I slowly got dressed and headed home to shower. She called out the next day, and when she came in the day after that it was to find that I’d taken all her best shifts. She didn’t say shit about it, scuttling off to get screamed at by a drunk mom and daughter two-top nobody else wanted. Everything was smooth sailing for a few months until the whole place went belly up, but that’s a story for another time.
