Revenge, Step One

by Dawn

I spent most of that Sunday wondering if I should go back to work, should I show my face. Everyone at the office pool party must have known what happened on Saturday, or at least heard something of my humiliation. Even if that bitch Pamela didn't say anything, everyone knew I had been wearing my red bikini. Pamela and I both went inside, I was not seen again, but she reappeared with my bikini in her hands, just to drop it right in front of Alan, silently telling him and everyone else that she had protected what was hers. But as humiliated and pissed off as I was, I liked the job, I needed the money and I wasn't gonna let that red-headed bitch rule my life. I was going back to work, and I would get even somehow, sometime.

By Wednesday, I was second guessing my decision not to quit. Everywhere I went in the office, whispers followed me. Guys made every excuse to talk to me, hoping for who knows what (or you-know-what). Most of the women just avoided me, afraid to be seen as on my side until all the job related consequences were clear. And Alan was no where to be seen, a sudden need to go out of town, and I heard Pamela went on the business trip with him. Rhonda was the closest thing to a real friend I had at the office, so by Wednesday afternoon I insisted she meet me for a drink after work. I had to know what everyone knew, what was being said. I wasn't surprised to learn that most of what happened was now common knowledge. Everyone knew Pamela and I had fought, that I had ended up beaten and naked, and worst of all, that Alan's bitch wife had humiliated me by making me climax, proving her total dominance.

“I can't believe that bitch told everyone that!” I almost screamed to Rhonda, others in the bar turning their heads at the sound of my voice. “Shhh,” Rhonda responded, “she didn't tell. But Jeanne and Denise couldn't wait to spread the word, details and all. Did Pamela really make you …” I needed a friend in the office, someone to help me with information, so I swallowed my pride and told Rhonda what had happened, also wanting to see if the story being spread was close to the truth. After I finished the story, Rhonda's response should not have shocked me. “That's close to what they were telling everyone, except you left out the part of how much you begged her to get you off. ‘Yes, damn yes fuck me pleeease' is what Jeanne is telling everyone you said.”

GRRRRR. The truth was bad enough, the extra false details these bitches where adding was too much. I set Rhonda straight on the how things had ended, then set my mind to planning my revenge. How to get even? Go straight after Pamela with direct payback? Go after Alan, and get back at Pamela by seducing her husband? Maybe both? I would bide my time and think and watch and listen, but I would have my revenge.

That was my mindset three weeks later when on a Saturday I was leaving the mall and heading for my car. There getting into her car just a row over, blonde hair piled on her head, wearing a pink spaghetti strap tank over white short shorts was Jeanne, the 40-something wife of company VP Dale Hinkle, and the very bitch who had been there when I lost to Pamela (she is the one who pulled my bikini bottoms off of me). I quickly got into my car and pulled out to follow her. I didn't have a real plan, but thought I'd follow a bit and think. I knew Dale, and several of the other execs, were on a golf outing for the weekend. I didn't think she and Dale had any kids, I was sure I'd heard his were grown and she was the 2 nd wife, no kids together. Pamela was my real target, but this is one of the big mouths who were spreading more than just the ugly truth. Still unsure of a plan, I pulled to a stop a couple of doors short of her house and saw her pull her car into the garage of her house, and get out and remove a couple of shopping bags and head inside. Too cocky, too old to dress like a teenager and too much a bitch to let her go through life without paying a price!

I slide out of the car, straightened my yellow sundress a bit and moved confidently to her door. I rang the bell, still unsure of a plan. But when Jeanne answered the door and after only a second's hesitation grinned and said, “So, what does the little slut want?”, I didn't say a word but punched her in the mouth. She flew backwards, spitting and spewing and stumbling till she landed on her ass on the marble entry floor. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me.

My hand hurt like hell, but I wasn't going to let her know. “I'm gonna show you what happens to lyin' gossipy bitches,” I spewed. “Now get up so I can knock you on your ass again!” She scooted back on her butt and I stomped after her. She hit the wall and pulled herself up as I shoved both hands into her shoulders slamming her against the wall. I grabbed for her throat to give her some of what Pamela had done to me when OOOOFFFF her knee came up into my belly. I doubled up and shuffled back, holding my middle and gasping for air. The blonde was after me, raining slap after slap at my face and head, screaming and name calling. I stumbled back through a doorway into a home office/library right off the entryway. Enough retreating, I dropped a shoulder and lunged forward under her wild slaps, my shoulder driving into her gut. We went down together, her fists pounding away wildly at me without a lot of force, but I still felt them. I was trying to force her to her back and get on top. I was almost there, my hands clawing at her throat and hair. I was gonna choke this bitch out if I could when I felt her grasp the neckline of my sundress. I pulled away a bit and grabbed at her wrist holding my dress when her knee come up between us and she kicked out with all she had, bucking me off of her and to my side on the hardwood floor. Rippppp went my dress down the front as I rolled away and stumbled up surveying the damage.

Jeanne worked her way up as well, and snorted as she said, “Well, well the slut's tits seem to be exposed again.” The reminder of my fight with Pamela gave me even a larger kick of anger and adrenaline. I lunged forward, claws going for her breasts, squeezing and clawing. Her screams were perfect as she grabbed and pulled at my hands. She tried the knee to the gut that had worked earlier, but I was ready and turned my hips, taking her knee off my thigh. I turned back quickly and pulled my right hand from her left breast and slammed a fist into her soft belly. She doubled a bit as I sent a 2 nd and 3 rd into her middle. Then letting go, I reached over her back, grabbed her tank top and pulled up and away, pulling it over her head and off her arms. “That's a start on the clothes you whores owe me,” I told her, as coldly as I could. I stepped forward and yanked Jeanne upright by her hair, my right fist back to my assault on her gut when her right first slammed into me between my legs. My eyes went wide, my mouth opened and my grip slipped from her hair. The blonde grabbed my hair in turn and started to slam fists beneath my navel and lower, aiming for my crotch. “Gonna pound your slut pussy raw and …” she spit out as I grabbed at her hair and pulled her back with me.

My ass hit the side of a desk, and back I went pulling Jeanne with me. We hit and rolled, both clawing, punching and kneeing at each other. Pens, papers, stapler and other items on the desk flew all directions as we rolled and bucked and squirmed until off the edge we went. I was clawing for all I was worth in the sudden realization that I was going to hit the floor beneath her. I did, and all air and clear thought left me for a sec from the force of the landing. I tensed to survive the assault I was sure was coming, but was surprised to fell the blonde fairly limp on top of me. Then I realized the loud crash wasn't all me hitting the floor, much of it was the sound the floor lamp crashing after Jeanne's head had hit it on the way to the floor.

I rolled her off of me and onto her back, coming to my knees above her. There she was, the bitch who had removed my bikini bottoms when I was helpless, and later spread the humiliating lies. I lost it, pounding my fists into her stomach, her exposed breasts and her smirking face. She was defenseless. Finally, I slammed both fists into her gut with all my might, then grinned down at her. “Well, well, what happened to the attitude, bitch? Time to learn a lesson about spreading lies and gossip about your betters!”

A quick snap and unzip and I had her shorts down her legs and off. She was moaning and barely conscious, clad only in ivory French cut bikini panties. I stood and looked around making a plan. A quick search of the desk drawers turned up a roll of packaging tape. I rolled the blonde on her back and taped her hands together behind her back. By the time I rolled her back on her nearly naked ass, she was a bit more with us. “What do you think you're doing, slut?!” she gasped, trying to sound braver than her watery eyes told me she was.

“Anything I want to do, it looks like, doesn't it CUNT!” I spit back at her. Looking around the floor I saw a pair of scissors among the debris from the desk. Plopping my ass down as hard as I could on her gut, I reached forward and grabbed her hair, looking her in the eyes. “Shall we start with taking some bottle blonde hair as a souvenir?” Her scream was music to my ears as I leaned forward, but in a moment of compassion or sanity, I only cut about an inch of a few strands, enough to notice but not too much. As I held in my hands for both of us to see, her screaming changed from wailing to “You fucking slut” and that was too much for me. Grabbing her hair again, I hacked out a good 6 inches of at least an inch thick lock of hair.

Her screaming was so loud I was afraid a neighbor might hear, so I dropped the scissors and pulled her head up by the hair and slammed it back into the hardwood floor. Again. Again. As her eyes glazed over, I smiled down at her. “Paybacks are hell, aren't they cunt?”

I twisted around and dropped down right on top of her face. Reaching back, I used her remaining hair to adjust her pliant head until her nose squarely between the cheeks of my ass, pressed against the string of my white thong, the crotch of my thong over her mouth. I alternately slapped and punched her exposed tits, occasionally bouncing my ass and crotch on her face. Then I reached over for the trusty pair of scissors, and leaning down her body cut her panties off of her worthless, beaten ass. I leaned back, grinding my ass on her nose and enjoying my victory. There in the mess on the floor was a red Sharpie, too much to resist. I uncapped the pen and leaning forward, I wrote between her navel and her exposed pussy (damn, she was a real blonde) “WORTHLESS CUNT”. Then on her upper right thigh I wrote, “DAWN WAS HERE!”

I stood up and surveyed my work. Pamela had humiliated me sexually, taken me and forced me, but that total revenge I'd save for her. The blonde bitch Jeanne had gotten what she deserved for her part. Not a bad Saturday afternoon. As I heard her moans and saw her begin to quiver a bit, I knew the bitch was coming to. So I grabbed the packing tape again and bound her ankles, then her thighs. I stood and gave her one good nudge in the ribs with my foot to make sure she was looking up at me. “One down, two to go!” I told her before laughing and heading for the door. I needed something to cover myself, so as I opened the hall closed and found a light rain jacket that would work nicely, I spotted her purse on the entryway table. I opened it, found her cell phone, punched the right button, then the 7PQRS key and there it was, listed as “Pamela cell.” I hit dial, and was delighted to hear a cheerful voice answering with, “What's up, Jeanne dear?”

“Jeanne dear needs your help, at her house now. The bitch got half of what is coming to you, soon,” I said to stunned silence on the other end. I hung up, took one last look at Jeanne on the floor, put on the jacket and headed home.

One down ….