LISA VS. TAMARA

by Damon

It's been said that no two particles can exist in the exact same place, according to physics. You can say that about people too - some of them can't exist in the same space, either.

That's the way it was at the Brown Travel Agency with two agents named Tamara and Lisa. If two women really didn't like each other, it was they. Tamara was a single mom, divorced, in her early 40s, about 5-7 and 135 pounds with a curvy body, a pretty face, long legs, and long, slightly curly red hair. Lisa was in her early 30s, married with no children, her body tighter and firmer although she was just about the same size as Tamara. She too was very pretty, with slightly bigger and firmer breasts, and shoulder-length straight blonde hair.

And she didn’t like Tamara at all. And for Tamara, the feeling was mutual regarding Lisa. And one day, they settled things as only two women can …

The travel agency was conducting an internal contest. Whoever sold the most vacation packages in a month's time would earn a free trip for two to Hawaii. As the days dwindled to a precious few, Tamara and Lisa were neck and neck for the free holiday. No one else was even close. And when the contest ended at 5 p.m. on the final day of the month (a Friday, mind you), the two women were still tied, both having sold 20 packages each. As luck would have it, they had sold the same monetary amount of trips, as well, so no tiebreaker would be found there.

With no insight as to how declare a winner, the boss called them into his cubicle that evening after everyone else had gone home.

"Why not just give us both trips?" asked Lisa as she stood in front of the boss, seated behind his desk.

"No, that would cost too much, Lisa," he replied.

"Well, I've got seniority," offered Tamara. Lisa shot her a glare, which Tamara returned, both women standing there in jackets and skirts with their arms folded across their ample chests.

"But only by a month or two, Tamara," the boss retorted. "If it was a year or more, I'd would give the trip to you, sure, but as it stands now, no."

"Well, what are you going to do then?" they both inquired testily.

"I don't know," he sighed wearily, wishing to be anyplace but here, especially before the weekend. "Why don't we just take the weekend to all think about it, and maybe you ladies can work something out, OK?"

He began to get up from his desk. "Now if you'll excuse me, I really must run - have to pick up my son, you know. You'll lock up, right? Thanks!"

And with that, he was out the door and gone. Everyone else was gone, too, and it was just Lisa and Tamara there after hours.

Tamara and Lisa watched him go, angrily.

"What a wimp," said Tamara.

"Yeah, he's a waffler," replied Lisa.

Then they turned to face one another, standing just a few feet apart.

"So," asked Tamara, staring straight at the blonde. "What are we going to do about this?"

"I want that trip, Tamara," Lisa told the redhead. "I've been planning on a second honeymoon with my husband for awhile now." Lisa had been married for eight years.

"Well, I've been wanting to take my son on a trip for a long time, and this suits the bill perfectly." Tamara was a single mom with a 10-year-old at home.

Obviously, neither of them was going to convince the other that she was the worthier woman. Especially since neither could stand the other, always considering each other a threat - both so good-looking, charming, and hard-workings as to be indistinguishable from one another except for their hair color.

Tamara began to goad her blonde co-worker, hoping to find a soft spot in the blonde's psyche.

"You want to deny a little boy?" argued Tamara. "Is that it, Lisa?"

"Oh, don't you dare give me that shit, Tamara!" snapped Lisa.

"No, don't give me your shit!" spat Tamara right back, pointing at her rival.

Their arms were off their chests now, and resting at their sides. They glared at each other hatefully, burning one another with their fiery stares, their anger and hatred both mounting within them. And then Lisa said the thing that they both most wanted to hear.

"Want to fight for it?" queried the blonde, licking her lips and smiling confidently.

Now it was Tamara's turn to grin.

"Oh yeah, I'll fight you for it," replied the redhead coolly. "I've been wanting to kick your blonde ass for a long time."

"Careful what you wish for, red," offered Lisa, still grinning. "It might just bite you in the ass."

"Show me then," said Tamara, her anxiety rising. "Winner gets the trip. Loser just gets a beating."

"Gladly," remarked Lisa, also growing excited. "But first, let's make sure we're not disturbed."

They set about locking the doors and lowering all the blinds so that the outside world couldn't peer in. They called their respective loved ones to let them know they would be home late, and then they stepped into the main area of the agency. It was a large, open, carpeted area surrounded on three sides by desks and cubicles, but still big enough that two people could wrestle in it if they so desired.

Which is what Tamara and Lisa most wanted, although they would catfight, no holds barred - and in the nude, so as not to ruin their pricey attire. They stripped off their outer garments and lay them aside at their respective desks before walking to the middle of the main area and facing each other. It was the first time they had ever seen one another naked.

"Nice body on you - little girl," chided Tamara, hands on her hips, face smiling smugly, ample breasts jutting forward and furry crotch in full view.

"You're not so bad yourself - for an old broad," mocked Lisa of the woman almost 10 years her senior. Lisa also looked fabulous, breasts even firmer than Tamara's, long legs even more shapely and tapered than the redhead's.

"This old broad is gonna take you apart," growled Tamara, stung by her younger rival's comment.

"Well, show me, then," snarled Lisa, who immediately crouched at the waist and knees, as did Tamara, before they began circling each other in the confined space, bare feet shifting and shuffling on the carpeted floor as they both looked for an opening from which to launch an initial attack.

For the longest time they had wished to trade blows, never finding a suitable argument to justify it; but for a trip to Hawaii, they would fight to their last breath. They had waited for so long to come to grips with one another, and now the wait was almost over.

The time for talk was done. It was time to fight. As only two beautiful, hateful women could.

TBC

The fight began. Tamara and Lisa lunged forward at almost the same time, latched on to each other's bare breasts, and began squeezing savagely. The anguished cries of both women filled the travel agency, but neither gave any thought to breaking off her attack. They pulled and pushed, twisted and turned, squeezed and clawed as they sough to destroy one another, all for a trip to Hawaii.

No. It was more than that. Only one of them could be queen of the agency - and each was determined it would be her.

Tamara was getting the worse of the breast-mauling affair, Lisa younger and stronger and able to squeeze harder. She also began to pull mercilessly at Tamara’s thick nipples, the blonde pinching them hard between her fingertips in an effort to really sock it to her older foe. The pain in her chest becoming unbearable, Tamara began to pull at Lisa’s wrists, trying to loosen the blonde’s grip, but did so in vain.

Badly in pain now, Tamara reached up and did the only thing she could, wrapping her hands about Lisa’s neck and squeezing hard. The tables suddenly turned as the blonde began to gasp for breath, her own hands now tearing at Tamara’s wrist, trying to pull free. Tamara smiled wickedly, the pain subsiding as Lisa’s increased, the blonde coughing hoarsely as the redhead choked her lifeless, thumbs pressing down hard into the blonde’s windpipe.

“Choke, you bitch!” snarled Tamara, tightening her hold …

Lisa continued to gag and cough in Tamara's grip, the redhead's powerful hands tightening about the blonde's vulnerable throat and choking the life from her. The blonde gripped the redhead's wrists and tried to pry her attacker's hands loose, but the redhead only squeezed more severely, thumbs pressing down harder.

"Can't ... unhhh ... can't breathe ... agggh," gurgled Lisa, tugging frantically now but still unable to break free.

"Maybe that's because I'm choking you, you stupid blonde bitch!" snapped Tamara. "I'll bet I can choke a Hawaii trip out of you, you whore! Now choke!”

The redhead bore down upon her enemy with increased determination now, bare hands squeezing like a vise as the redhead began to force Lisa to her knees. Coughing once more as the pain in her throat burned worse than ever, Lisa knew she was fading fast. In a last-ditch effort, she pulled back her right hand and then, with a final gasp, she curled it into a fist and drove it hard between Tamara's legs with all her flagging strength before the redhead could react.

Tamara howled in pain at Lisa's low blow and broke off her chokehold to assuage her wounded womanhood with both hands, the agony unbelievable. Lisa rubbed her raw throat as she coaxed air back into her heaving lungs, her blue eyes casting a hateful glare up towards her opponent, who was still in considerable pain. Seizing the advantage as Tamara covered up, Lisa lunged forward, grabbed Tamara behind the knees, and toppled her foe to the carpeted floor. Tamara hit with a thud and a groan, and had barely contacted the ground before Lisa was on top of her, scratching and clawing at the redhead's face and chest, the blonde eager to pay back her enemy for trying to choke her out.

"You slut! Now you're gonna get yours!"

But now Tamara was just about back to full strength herself, the pain in her crotch finally subsiding; and even though she was flat on her back, she managed to reach up and begin clawing away at Lisa as well. Flailing away with both hands, Tamara managed to clamp one of them over Lisa's pretty mouth before pinching the blonde's nostrils shut with the other hand, effectively sealing off the other woman's breathing passages.

Immediately Lisa went wide-eyed and went on the defensive again, bare hands clutching madly at Tamara's thin wrists, trying to pry loose those soft, suffocating hands - but again to no avail.

"Mmmpphh! Mmmpphh!" was all Lisa could mutter from beneath Tamara's smothering palms. She began to feel herself growing light-headed from her lack of breath, but her enemy only tightened her holds, Tamara now pressing and pinching as hard as she could with both hands.

"Yeah, just try to breathe, bitch!" crowed Tamara at watching her rival's frantic struggles. But the redhead's newfound joy soon ended when Lisa managed to thrust a knee up into Tamara's already tender crotch, renewing Tamara's pain from before. The redhead cried out again and her grips softened just long enough for her blonde opponent to tear loose of her suffocating hands and back off to regain her lost breath. Tamara rolled back and forth on the carpet, whining and whimpering, hands clutching her anguished crotch as Lisa, now on her knees, glared at her rival from above.

"I don't want to hear you whining, bitch, so let's see if this will shut you up!" snapped the blonde as she lunged forward again and lowered herself onto her foe. Wrapping her hands in Tamara's hair, Lisa then pulled hard to start Tamara yelling even louder, but that wasn't the whole of Lisa's assault. Lowering herself flat onto her opponent's equally nude body, Lisa then stuffed her fabulous full breasts into Tamara's pretty face and began to smother the older woman unmercifully.

Only Tamara's eyes and nose were now visible beneath Lisa' firm white mammaries, the blonde grinning wickedly as she reveled in using her abundant natural assets to maximum advantage in an effort to finish her foe off and claim the prize ..

Her oxygen supply cut off by Lisa’s firm breasts, Tamara shoved frantically at Lisa's shoulders, trying to escape, but the blonde held her fast. The redhead became wide-eyed at her lack of air, but couldn't break free. Making matters worse, Lisa was now trying to grapevining her legs about Tamara's, to further entrap the redhead as she breast-smothered her older foe. Lisa cackled at her enemy's struggles, feeling it was only a matter of time before the other woman was finished.

Then she felt Tamara's teeth going to work on her chest.

Lisa squealed, and immediately untangled her hands from Tamara's red hair and tried to push out of her grasp, but those teeth held fast to her tit flesh, Tamara biting down (or up, as she was flat on her back) for all she was worth as Lisa squealed in agony.

Suddenly Tamara wriggled free of Lisa’s incomplete grapevine and crashed her knee up between Lisa's legs, stunning the blonde battler just long enough for Tamara to roll the blonde over by the shoulders, the redhead now on top. Pressing her adversary down onto the carpeted surface as she straddled her, the redhead again wrapped her hands about the blonde's neck and began to throttle her, Tamara's hands like a vise about Lisa's vulnerable neck, thumbs stabbing down hard into the blonde's exposed windpipe.

Lisa coughed horribly as she gurgled and sputtered for breath, her hands clutching her foe's wrists and trying to pull those terrible hands off her throat, but failing miserably. The blonde began to see starbursts and grow lightheaded, saw the redhead's face filled with a maniacal determination, and wondered if she hadn't made a mistake in challenging the redhead to a fight in the first place ...

"Does it hurt?" chided Tamara from above, eyes dancing, lips smiling, teeth flashing. "Can you breathe? I don't think so!" she laughed, and squeezed even harder, fingers crushing Lisa's thin neck.

"Nnnhhh ... nnhh ... no ... " stammered the blonde before she again wracked by a coughing fit. Lisa couldn't breathe, her vision was dimming, and her lungs and throat were on fire. She felt herself weakening, she couldn't break loose, and she wondered how much longer she could hold out against such a powerful, relentless opponent like Tamara. Whatever she was going to do, Lisa knew she had to do it soon, or not at all.

"How do you like that, bitch?' taunted Tamara through clenched teeth, her determination evident in her cold eyes and funneling down into her gripping, squeezing hands. "You whore ... you slut ... I swear I'll squeeze the life from you this time!"

The words sounded good to Tamara, her enemy's throat felt good in her hands as her fingers crushed the blonde's long neck. She reveled in the gasps and coughs of her mortal enemy, was filled with glee as the sight of her foe's anguished face, her mouth wide open and her eyes shut tight. Tamara reared up and back as she continued to ruthlessly choke Lisa, the redhead fully in control of the fight, and she was going to make Lisa suffer ...

TBCL

Tamara could feel Lisa's long, strong legs arching up around her body and locking together behind her, entrapping the redhead, but Tamara had no desire to escape, not when she was on the verge of victory. She wanted to enjoy her triumph, the sweet prospect of victory over her hated foe, the sublime thought of squeezing the life from Lisa slowly, once and for all, before taking her Hawaiian vacation. Lost in thought and joy, Tamara reared forward and down over her hapless foe, her eyes closed in ecstasy and anticipation ... and soon realized her mistake as she felt a hand clapping shut over her mouth, and fingers pinching her nostrils shut, and no air coming into her lungs.

Looking down frantically, Tamara could see and feel her hands still nestled tight about Lisa's neck, but could also see and feel Lisa's hands closing off the redhead's breathing passages with a two-handed smother-hold.

Tamara tried to cry out, but the only audible sound beneath the flesh of her foe's hands was an anguished "mmmppph". She began to pound Lisa's head against the soft carpeting, trying to make the blonde let go, but if anything Lisa only pressed and pinched tighter, determined to suffocate the life from Tamara before she herself was strangled.

"How's ... that feel ... cunt?" smiled Lisa through pained lips, the breath still being violently squeezed from her throat, but not quite as savagely as before. At least Tamara was suffering with her now, as both beauties struggled to breathe.

Tamara's cries were still muffled beneath Lisa's hands, and she knew she was using up precious oxygen in doing so. She squeezed her hands harder about the blonde's neck, hoping to make her let go, but still Lisa's hands remained fastened about Tamara's face, smothering her. The air was hot beneath Lisa's hands, the taste acrid and alkaline. Growing desperate for air, Tamara mentally weighed her options, and did the last thing she wanted to. She released her chokehold.

But only for a moment. Grabbing Lisa by the hands, Tamara pushed them inwards on her own face even more, as if intending to suffocate herself, before biting down on Lisa's exposed palm as hard as hell. A gasping Lisa cried out and tried to shake herself loose, but white teeth held fast on pink flesh. Seconds later and Tamara was able to easily pull her foe's hands off her pretty face before plunging down again with her own hands, to try and strangle the blonde lifeless.

Lisa lay flat on her back, exhausted and battered, arms spread out to the sides even as Tamara straddled her. Weakened by their fight so far, and by being choked so many times, the thirty-something blonde was unable to defend herself as the forty-something redhead, built just as shapely and just as strong, reached down with both hands and clamped them tight once more about Lisa's throat in a vicious grip, as good as she had gotten on the blonde all fight.

Tamara began to shake Lisa up and down as she went for broke, hands squeezing hard as Lisa just lay there, the blonde's eyes shut tight as she gasped for air. Air that would not come into her lungs again this fight.

Her face right in Lisa's, Tamara locked both of her hands tight about the blonde's throat and began to squeeze methodically, making short, sharp thrusts with her thumbs and hands. The two beauties shook up and down on the floor, Lisa growing more subservient, Tamara growing more frenzied the harder and harder she choked her hapless victim.

Lisa's throat felt good in Tamara's hands as they sank deeper into its soft, yielding flesh. The blonde had no leverage and no route of escape. She could only scratch at the back of her attacker's shoulders as she felt her consciousness irrevocably slipping away ...

Tamara's hands held, pulling the blonde's head up and down slightly as their pressure slowly but steadily increased. Both women's eyes were shut tight in respective ecstasy and agony, Tamara in ecstasy and Lisa in agony. Lisa's resistance grew ever feebler, the breath being squeezed bodily from the beautiful blonde, who wondered how she would tell her husband their trip was now off ...

A final thrust of the lovely redhead's gripping, squeezing hands; a final languid gasp from the anguished, fading blonde ... and then they were still. Only the redhead was left awake.

Tamara smiled as she looked won at her unconscious rival, still beautiful in defeat but definitely out cold.

"I'm going to Hawaii! Wooooo-hoo!" she crowed as she dismounted her foe and stared down at the blonde. Work was going to be a lot more interesting from now on ...

END