The Cleaners by Sidekick (send feedback to sidekick99@comcast.net )

  "Ummmmppf"!  Maria felt another rush of excitement and adrenaline as she jerked the   dirty hair of the bitchy blond and pounded a fist into her ribs.  Grunting, groaning and   panting could be heard as the two women rolled slowly over and over on the dirty floor.    They clutched each other tightly, pulling hair, kicking and punching as best they could. 

  The women had been fighting for about 20 minutes in a dark and dingy room in the   basement of the Calagonia County Executive Building.  A mop and bucket were shoved   into one corner with a housekeeping cart full of toilet paper and cleaning supplies in the   other.  Maria, the saucy 32 year old Latino and Maggie, the 35 year old blonde were   janitors who both worked the night shift.  Tonight they were working on each other. 

  The janitorial contract in Calagonia County had just been awarded last month.  And both   Maria and Maggie had been placed in the County Executive building only last Monday.    The two women were the only people in the building from 10pm until 4am.  From the   first day on the job, they did not like each other.  Neither could explain it. But it was   there, hanging in the air like the dust rolling across the desert.  On Monday and Tuesday   they stayed apart, preferring to work in different parts of the building.  But on   Wednesday, they  found themselves working the same floor.  Maria noticed dirty looks   from Maggie.  She didn't know why, but this got her blood up and she quickly realized   she was scowling back at the stuck-up blonde. 

  They rarely spoke to each other but found that working in close proximity was so very   distracting.  There was just something about her, thought Maria.  She hated the inefficient   way Maggie cleaned the floor, always managing to leave a bucket where Maria could   stumble over it.  She would frequently kick it out of the way, angrily.  For her part,   Maggie despised that stupid radio playing Latin music all the time.  Before they realized   it the two women began to push past each other roughly, sometimes bumping into each   other as the did.  They began to mutter curses under their breath.  Maria secretly wished   the blonde cunt would start something. 

  On Wednesday night they turned the corner and came face to face with each other.  Instead of moving on they just stared at one another.  For long minutes they glared and   let their anger burn through the air between them.  Maria could see Maggie's breasts   rising and falling quickly.  She felt her own muscles tighten and her own breath become   short.  Images bombarded her mind.  They were images of the two laying in a tight   embrace, tearing and punching at each other.  She could almost feel the fist in her side   and the hand   jerking her hair.  They continued to glare and become totally unhinged at   the sight of each other.  It was totally unreasonable; totally out of control.  Finally Maria   motioned with her head and turned with Maggie following closely. 

  The two descended the stairway to the basement and entered the first room they came to.    It was a storage room that had been mostly cleaned out recently.  Maria flipped the light   switch on the way in but nothing happened.  Turning quickly she heard the door close   and realized she could see absolutely nothing.  Maggie had slammed the door when she   entered without even thinking that the lights didn't work.  Now the women stood uneasily   in the dark.  They were much less concerned about the light and fixed instead on their   anticipated physical confrontation.

  Slowly they shuffled their feet.  Cautiously they searched for each other.  Both women   held their hands in front of them, searching and ready to grab each other.  Maria realized   in a few moments that she could hear Maggie's feet and hear her breathing somewhere to   the left of her.  Moving in that direction, she clutched at the air, hoping to snare  the   hated blonde.  Eventually she felt something brush her hand.  At the same time, Maggie   felt it also.  Four hands clutched and pulled two bodies together.  Then in the darkness,    the room began to fill with the sounds of fighting women.   

  Exploring frantically, their hands found each other's hair and began pulling and jerking.    They stumbled about, using each other for balance.  Maria thought it weird that they were   right in each other's face but still could barely see the other's form.   It was almost like   fighting a shadow.  Still the hair pulling was real enough and hurt no matter what the   light conditions.  Maggie punched wildly, hitting only the darkness.  Maria slugged the   air viscously.  Without visual clues, and having only touch and sound to guide them, the   women flailed their fists.  After a few seconds they found their range and began punching   on target as they held onto hair with the other hand. 

  The women stumbled around the the darkness, scratching, punching and pulling hair before they fell into a dark and dirty little ball of fury.  Slowly they rolled over each   other, while trying to do maximum damage.  Their legs were grapevined together and   their muscles straining to control each other.  Maria punched and scratched and pulled at   Maggie's body and clothes.  Maggie did the same and the two had torn off their uniforms   in no time at all.  Still rolling over the floor, they grasped for each other's breasts.    Ripping at the flimsy fabric of the others' bra, they tore them from each others bodies.     Now clad in only their panties, they lay on their sides; legs tangled, hands in hair.  They   rested for a moment but knew the conflict was a long way from over. 

  They were both panting and catching their breath.  Maria could smell the dirty floor   beneath them as well.  She and Maggie were now sweating heavily from their fight.  The   perspiration was dripping and running between them and Maria could smell their own   odor along with the musty, dirty smell of the store room.  Slowly they rolled over each   other as they regained their wind.  The two began slugging each other at close range with   al the force they could muster.  For the next several minutes the violence escalated with   fists thudding into flesh.  Maggie smacked her knee into Maria's pussy. Maria executed   the same maneuver and the two women kicked and punched and scratched each other in   the dark.  Maria's pussy was becoming wet as she was getting more excited by the   abandonment of all proprietary and inhibition.  Neither woman had the slightest thought   about their job in that building.  There was only the fight. 

  More and more they punched and kicked and escalated the violence as they both wanted   to destroy the other.  After several really good punches, Maria finally felt the blonde   relaxing and giving way under her.  With some final thumping of her fist into the bitch's   tits and stomach, she heard a loud "ooooofff!".  Then Maggie was limp.

  Rolling away an resting on her back, Maria could see nothing above her in the pitch dark   room.  She lay there for several minutes until finally crawling away to look for the door.    After tracing along one entire wall, she found it and opened it so there was enough light   to stand and find her clothes.  The blonde bitch was nearly naked and only semi   conscious, but breathing OK. Maria left her there to recover by herself and went upstairs   to dress as best she could and clean up.  

  Maria made a token attempt to clean up the building after that, but she didn't really have   the heart or the energy to accomplish much and left early for home.  She felt a strange   sense of satisfaction. No matter how she tried to convince herself she should feel   ashamed, she just didn't.  She was glad she and Maggie had fought and was proud to have   been the victor.  She had not known such feelings since the school yard playground as a   girl in the inner city of Pittsburgh.  That night she slept like a baby. 

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  When it was time to report for work the following evening, Maria was ambivalent. On   the one hand, she didn't want to go anywhere near that awful building again.  But she   knew she had to keep her job.  On the other hand, she was looking forward to "taking her   victory lap".  She wanted to see that bitch Maggie behave herself and demonstrate that   she finally knew who was boss of their little shift. 

  Approaching the front door of the building, she sighed at the sight of her uniform, still   soiled from the dirty floor the previous night.  She had scrubbed and scrubbed, but it still   wasn't quite clean.  "Screw it!", she thought. "It was worth it".  With another huge sigh,   but this time with satisfaction, and she went inside. 

  For several minutes she busied herself with start of shift chores.  Then, inevitably,   Maggie came traipsing in. She was late and Maria glared up at her as she rounded the   corner.  The two stared at each other in the front hall of the first floor.  And they   continued to stare holes in the air toward one another.  "This can't be happening again",   thought Maria as they two scowled.  But she was not about back down from this bitch.    She beat her yesterday and she was ready to fight her again if necessary.  All thoughts of   work just evaporated in an instant.  Just as they did the previous night, the two women   became angry at the sight of each other.  They began to mutter under their breath as they   continued to glare.  Tonight was Maggie's turn: with a jerk of her head, her jaw set and a   determined look on her face she turned back up the hallway with Maria following close   behind.

  When they arrived in the middle floor conference room, Maggie flipped the light switch,    and the two women moved into the plush arena and slid some chairs out of the way.   The   woman turned to face each other as they slowly removed their uniforms.  In their bras   and panties, they clenched their fists at their sides and began to slowly slide around each   other coming closer and closer. 

  To be continued .......