Jan and Liz 04 by Sidekick

When last we left Jan and Liz they had gone off to a locked storage room
in the store to fight. After going at each other for and hour or so,
they fell asleep, exhausted and sore. But on awakening, Jan saw she was
very, very late for returning to work. Getting dressed as fast as she
could, Jan knew she had better get back to work or loose her job. But
facing Liz in the little store room, she didn't know if she could let it
go. And Jan continues the story ...
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We grabbed each other by the hair and leaned against each other, pulling
our heads back. I slammed a knee into her and swore as I turned for the
door. Flinging it open, I hurried down the hallway trying to smooth my
clothes and hair. I knew I looked a mess, but couldn't do much about it
at the moment. Returning to my department, I tried to fall into the work
routine and pretend nothing had hapened. In a few minutes my supervisor
called me into the store room and asked me where in the world I'd been.
I had no good answer, but tried to think of a good lie quickly. It
didn't work and I was summarily fired.

I was mad and disappointed as I made my way out of the store. "If that
bitch Liz hadn't come in here today, I'd still have that job", I
thought, as I approached the mall entrance. But I couldn't resist her.
We had fought in the dressing room, then gone to the store room to
continue. "Why couldn't she have waited until this evening to get
together?", I wondered. We were fighting almost every day. It was
getting more and more frequent and harder and harder to stop. "Hell, I
got fired anyway. I wish I hadn't left the store room", I admitted. I
wanted to go on pounding on Liz. "Who knows how long we could have
stayed in there and enjoyed ourselves", I smiled.

Brushing past all the shoppers, I started down the wide mall aisle, past
the "Four Seasons" gift shop and round the corner. Holy shit! There was
Liz walking right in front of me. I hurried to catch up to her and
whispered in her ear from behind, "keep walking, bitch. You got me
fired". Surprised, she turned to look at me while we walked. She was
obviously amused at my bad fortune and smirked while shaking her head.
"Aww, you poor thing", she said, mocking me. As we walked along side by
side, I felt my sore muscles and remembered the feeling of pounding her
just a short while ago. I started to tingle, remembering our bodies
locked together tightly in the little store room. I looked down at my
hands and remembered the feeling of my fingers in her hair, scratching
her scalp and jerking her head around.

"Come on you little cunt." I said. "I don't seem to have anything to do
this afternoon. Let's go somewhere right now". I put my arm around her
shoulder as we walked together. She looked at me and put her arm around
me also. We pretened to be best pals as we exited the mall and looked
around for some place close to resume our little war. There seemed to be
nothing but open parking lot and wall to wall people everywhere. I knew
we had to get someplace quick, or we would get into it right there on
the sidewalk. Ducking down an alley towards a loading dock, we hastened
to get as far out of sight as possible. There was a huge dumpster which
we quickly stepped behind. We found ourselves out of sight of the public
so near by. There was nothing but dirty asphalt between the dumpster and
the loading dock. But it was hidden and the only place we could be alone
for the moment.

We grinned at each other and began to circle. After fighting for the
last couple of hours in the store, we were anxious to hook up again. As
I said, we were having trouble stopping these last several days. All I
wanted to do was fight her. We were a perfect match and we both raised
our fists and came closer and closer. We hooked up and slugged
visciously, before backing off and circling more. Damn, it felt good to
slam my fists into her! I felt the tingling excitement in my stomach
that I got each time we fought. We stepped up toe to toe and exchanged
punches to our sides, stomachs and heads. "Come on, cunt", I encouraged
her. "That's it!". "Let's do it, bitch", she replied. We stepped into
each other and slugged away with hard, well aimed punches. The fistfight
lasted for several minutes until we clinched and grabbed for each
other's hair.

We kicked at each other and stumbled around until falling to the hard
pavement in a heap of tangled limbs. We rolled over and over, trying to
get control. For several minutes we wrestled in the dirt. I could smell
the garbage and stink but wasn't about to be distracted from the
struggle. My dress was being ruined as we pulled hair and tried to bang
each other's heads on the pavement. We kicked and scratched at each
other like two alley cats. I could feel my pussy leaking. We were out of
control. She slammed her knee between my legs. I clawed at her breast
and twisted my fingernails into her. We lay on our sides, legs all
entwined and slugged and scratched each other.

I lost all track of time. We kept catfighting on the dirty ground until
I could feel my orgasm building. Our legs were spread wide and we were
banging our pussies together while jerking each other's hair. I screamed
and pulled her hair as I soaked my panties. She came a few seconds later
and we clutched each other tightly and ground our pussies into each
other. After a few minutes the smells began to get to me. I realized
where we were and noticed my torn and hopelessly stained dress. I rolled
away from her and we both panted for air and rest. Slowly getting to our
knees we rested while eyeing each other. "You want to quit?", she asked.
"I fucking hate you", I answered. "Yeah, me too", she said. "Come on
baby, I'll fight you as long as you want it". We crawled toward each
other, eager to continue".