CANTEEN CONFRONTATION

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Sally was definitely not used to being talked to like that. Katie was the new girl in the factory and certainly had a mouth on her and judging by the water cooler gossip, she used it for other things other than giving verbal to people. Sally, 29, had worked for Brewster's Biscuits for over ten years and as far as she and anyone else was concerned she was top dog. But she was no dog in the looks department. Standing at a shade under six foot, lithe and athletic, 36 DD's and short cropped brown hair and green eyes. She had no problem getting men, or women, for that matter. Katie, 18, on the other hand, stood at five four and should have really thought about what might happen if she opened her trap to offer opinion or abuse to someone, especially someone with a half foot advantage. Katie also really had nothing on her bones and could have done with a good meal inside of her, being quite flat chested she had been mistaken for a boy before. Lank brown hair curled up in a bob and hazel eyes, she was not what you might call a looker. But then again, she had no need to be, she had always used her other talents to hook whoever she wanted.

The two women stood there in the lunch room, glaring at each other and neither of them willing to back off but this only lasted for a few moments more and it was Katie that broke the staring match. Sally smiled, feeling she had scored a few points. A few of the other women in the room nodded and smiled knowingly to each other. Katie sneered at her rival and clenched her small fists. A couple of the spectators took in a sharp intake of breath. Sally saw the challenge and decided, against her better judgement, to offer the stupid little girl a way out of this.

`Look, you silly little bitch…walk away now, go and blow the foreman again and I won't kick the cunt out of you in front of these girls.' Gesturing with her hand to the women seated nearby.

Katie seemed to consider this for the briefest of moments, which is probably all her cheap cider addled brain would allow for. She then smiled, the gap in her teeth wide enough to drive a double decker bus through. She then sealed her fate with foolish words.

`You can bollocks, you lanky fucking streak of piss. If you wan' it then come on then, I am gonna smash you and knock you the fuck out. ' Katie dropped into a fighting pose, her knees bent and her left side to Sally, her fists up and ready.

This took Sally back a little, she had not expected this scraggly arsed little bitch to have any fight in her. A couple of the women that had been sat now moved to the edge of the room. They had seen all this before and they made sure that the table and chairs were moved to the edges as well. The room had one window high up so there was no risk of people looking in. Not that Sally cared a shit about that, she actually wanted as many people as possible to see her destroy this little bitch.

Sally smiled, the look on her face was priceless, and she had not had a fight in over a week. The last being in town while out with a few of the girls. Some dumb bitch had bumped into her on the dance floor and then said something. Sally had grabbed hold of the woman's hair and head butted her in the mouth, nose and even in the eyes before being pulled off the poor bitch by the bouncers. The woman had passed out by the second brutal head butt but Sally had held her up and delivered three more bone-crunching blows. She had been quite pretty but not anymore, Sally and the girls just went onto another club and danced and drank the night away like nothing had happened. The woman needed reconstructive surgery just so she could breathe properly.

Katie smiled back though in a mocking response. That was it, Sally sprung forward, her hard knuckled right fist cocked back as she made the six feet or so between them in a second or so. To Sally's surprise, and that of the girls watching, Katie deftly sidestepped Sally's attack and placed a left power punch into the ribs on her right side followed swiftly by a right hook into Sally's cheek, opening up the skin and letting blood run down her face. The younger girl had some hard knuckles and no mistake. Sally recovered herself and stepped back, holding her face. She took her right hand away from the cut and looked at her own blood. This made her rage, all the blood in her veins coming straight to the boil, her skin alive with the electricity of her emotions and hormones at this point in time.

The women that had been watching before now looked at each other. None of them had seen anyone hurt Sally before. They had all witnessed the complete demolition and humiliation of girls stupid enough to step up and now the young girl with the filthy reputation had hurt the bigger, older woman. What now? They thought.

Katie smiled, winked at Sally and ran her tongue over her lips in a seductive, almost taunting way. She then threw her head back and laughed. She wanted this lanky bitch and she knew that she would kick her face through the back of her skull and then go and take care of the foreman as she had promised him at the start of work this morning. She beckoned Sally forward with her fists.

`Come on, babes, come and get some.' Katie was ready to go again.

Sally put up her fists, her blood still on her right hand. She was fucking definite that it would be this little bitch's blood on her fists next.

Sally threw a left right at Katie's nose which was ducked, Katie stepped back and glanced behind her to make sure that she was not backing into a wall. Sally threw a right and this time it got through but not as much as it should have done. The knuckles of her hand just grazed Katie's right cheek and she just shook it off. A couple of the women shouted at Sally to waste the little bitch. Katie looked over and decided that she would be laying punches down on a couple of the sad old whores when she was done with this one. Sally, noticing that the young girl had looked elsewhere for just one second, took her chance and made a grab for Katie's hair, it worked and the young girl found herself in the iron grip of her opponent. She knew what was coming as she had heard of the vicious beating that had occurred at the nightclub. Sally smiled and Katie tried to bring her hands up to guard her face but she wasn't fast enough and not nearly as savage in ferocity as the taller woman.

The first head butt caught Katie square and centre in the mouth. Her top lip burst and blood poured out, covering her teeth, bottom lip and chin. She looked like she had been hit by a truck. Blood also spattered on Sally's forehead and she could feel its warmth there and this only served to inspire another strike. Katie managed to bring her left hand up but Sally didn't care about this pathetic little bitch's attempts to block what was coming. Sally pulled her head back, smiled like a cat that had got the cream and then smashed her head into the younger and smaller girl's nose. Katie's hand also caught a good share of the impact and at least one of the bones was broken. Katie cried out and her knees buckled.

`Yes Sally….go on…destroy the cheeky little cunt.' Said one woman

`Go on, girl....break the little slag in half.' Said another.

None of the five women present had liked Katie from the start and seeing her getting her head smashed in now was a real delight and treat for them. Besides, they had a real investment in seeing Sally win, if she didn't then Katie would come for them for sure and they wouldn't stand a chance.

Sally lifted Katie up by her hair. She cried out again, she was in a real mess, blood from her openly busted nose now mixed in with the crimson glory from her broken, mashed mouth. Her broken hand hung limp on her right side. The other hand gripped the sleeve of Sally's right arm.

The women then went as silent as a tomb. You could hear a pin drop. Sally turned her head, still gripping the now loose lank hair of her soon to be victim. She drew in a breath. Stood there at the door was Alan Jackson, the factory foreman. Should she let the little bitch drop? If she did then she might not get another chance to get a hold and destroy her. She kept hold. Katie looked over, hoping that Alan, the man whose cock she had been intimately familiar with since she started work here, would help her out before she was killed by this psycho.

Alan took a sip of the coffee from the plastic cup that he was holding and then said something which surprised everyone.

`Well…go on then, break the little cunt into pieces. She's a crap lay anyway.'

The women stood at the opposite end of the room all laughed. Sally laughed too and looked back at the badly broken and bleeding Katie. The laughing died down after a few moments.

Sally looked at her, cocked her head and smiled sweetly. Katie didn't know what to make of this, she was gutted right now about Alan's betrayal and she could see him leant against the door frame, waiting to see her getting destroyed. Katie couldn't stand up on her own right now, her hand was fucked and she was about to follow suit. She tried to smile back at the tall bitch but it hurt too much to try, she wouldn't be doing too much eating or sucking anytime soon.

`Do you want to quit now, little girl?' Sally asked, still smiling sweetly. Men had paid good money and spent a lot of time to receive just one smile like that from her.

Katie didn't need to think twice about this. She nodded and tears ran down her cheeks.

`Awww, don't cry, baby.' And with this, Sally brought her head back and unleashed two of the most brutal head butts she had ever given, one into each of Katie's eyes. The women that had seen her fight before were shocked at the pure brutality of them. Katie screamed and blood sprayed onto Sally's face, she laughed, she was loving this and she loved it better than sex. The thoroughly destroyed young girl was out, she would not come around from this. Both arms hung limp by her sides.

`Fuckin' hell' Said Alan Jackson and nearly threw his breakfast of bacon buttie and onions up on the floor. He held onto the door frame for support and he looked over and saw Katie knocked out and still held up by the sadistic street fighter.

`I think she's had it, Sal'.' Said one woman and nods and murmurs of agreement passed around like a hushed Mexican wave.

Sally seemed to consider this while looking and admiring her handiwork. The young girl's eyes were completely swollen and shut and she believed that the cheekbones had been smashed as well.

`Nah…one more for the road I think.' Sally then pushed the young girl away and she bounced off the wall behind her. In perfect time to catch the dead weight drop of the battered young loser, Sally unleashed a lightning fast and brutally powerful uppercut that lifted the totally knocked out girl two feet from the ground. She dropped and she hit the floor like a sack of loose shit and she bled there.

The room was silent. Everyone was stunned. The women looked at the mess that had been a mouthy, cheeky little bitch now in a broken mess on the floor and they looked at Sally. Not one of them would say anything for fear of ending up the same way.

She looked around and saw the women and smiled. She then looked over at Alan.

`Get this shit cleaned up, Alan…or…I visit your pretty little wife and I do the same to her, geddit?' He swallowed and put away any ideas of disagreement. He then nodded and walked away, wishing he had done something to help but he had to look after his own and he didn't want Sally to get hold of his lovely wife, Emma.

Sally walked over to the girls and smiled. They smiled back, not really knowing what to say or how to respond.

`Come on then, girls, better get back to work or we'll have hell to pay.' She took one last look at the crumpled, battered and bloody Katie and laughed softly to herself. She had actually had made plans to bed the little newcomer and fuck her, she found it funny that she ended up fucking her up instead. Ahh well, plenty more skanks and bitches out there, she thought and went back to work, the women following silently and close behind.