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Michelle lives with and runs a bar with Steve. They have been together for a couple of years. On a drunken night out Steve ends up in bed with Becky and they share a one night stand that Steve quickly regrets. With Steve on a holiday Michelle hires Becky as a barmaid making the situation even more uncomfortable for Steve as tensions rise. One night after evryone is away and only Michelle and becky are left to lock up Becky stuns Michelle by telling her she slept with her man.

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MICHELLE – Is 31, has jet black short hair cut in a trendy bob style, quite a curvy figure that really emphasises her boobs and her bum and a fiery temper.

BECKY- Is 27, has long blonde hair, smokes heavily and has a very thin figure. She has an attitude a mile wide and a very smart mouth.

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“You what?!! You fucking what??!!”

“You deaf or something? You heard me. I said I slept with Steve. It was a couple of months ago. He was a decent fuck, nothing too special but he said I was amazing – far better than what he was used to.”

“You fucking dirty bitch!”

Michelle lunged at Becky hooking her fingers in Becky’s long, blonde hair and hauling her towards her. Becky swore and struggled free of Michelle’s grip but only to be slapped viciously across her cheek.

“Cunt!” swore Becky as she returned the slap with interest.

That stunned Michelle and the brunette held her stinging cheek a second before entering a rage and literally throwing herself at her barmaid. He fingers out, nails extended determined to rip her pretty face to shreds. She found the left hand side of the blonde’s face and raked angry, red, bleeding lines down it as Becky shrieked and moved to avoid her other hand. She managed to half shrug, half throw Michelle off and onto one of the wooden bar tables.

Michelle was off balance and her heels hardly helped and that meant that when she finally did manage to push herself up off the table she was a sitting duck for a right hook from Becky that smashed into the side of her boss’s face. Michelle went down in a crash of table, chair and glasses. Becky stood over her feelign her cheek burn, her hand touched it and came away with blood, she saw red and kicked Michelle wildly in the ribs, hard enough to lift her off the floor with a pained groan.

“Fucking scratch me you bitch? I’ll fucking ruin you.”

That Becky was completely serious seemed to be backed up by the fact she had picked up an empty beer bottle by it’s neck and obviously had some bad intentions for it. But she was not in control of herself and when Michelle finally lifted herself off the ground Becky was too anxious to smash her skull in with the bottle and barely glanced Michelle’s head as the bottle smashed against the table and glass disintegrated around them. The vibrations hurt Becky’s hand and she dropped the neck, Michelle looked at her and realised how serious and deadly this conflict was becoming.

Michelle grabbed at Becky and caught her long, blonde hair she tore and pulled at it like a wild banshee, strands coming out in her hands. Becky screamed and tried to back away but it was no use Michelle’s fingers were entwined in the roots at her scalp. A kick though made her let go, Becky’s shoe connecting nicely with her boss’s shin and as Michelle hopped in pain Becky grabbed her and pushed her violently back so that Michelle’s back smashed brutally against the overhanging edge of the bar. Michelle would have slumped down but Becky held her there and fired a hard punch into her gut.

Any semblance of humity and reason was lost from these two women now, they were locked in mortal combat and nothing or no one would come between them until it was settled. Becky raised her bony hands and wrapped her long fingers around the brunette’s throat and began to throttle her against the bar, driving her head back with every ounce of her energy. Becky’s flashed with insanity and Michelle could literally feel the breath and life being squeezed forcibly out of her.

She was desperate, her eyes flickering, her mind fading. Her arms scrambled along the bar for something, anything she could use. Her right arm found a bottle and she did not hesitate to use it , bringing it crashing down on Becky’s forehead as the blonde continued to strangle her foe. The effect was instantaneous. Becky released her stranglehold immediately and staggered back and a cut appeared at the top of her forehead and a trickle of bright red blood coursed down it to her face. Michelle was shocked, she hadn’t wanted to do that but Becky had seemed intent of killing her. Gasping for breath Michelle now tried to usher the crazed blonde towards the door, she just wanted her out of here.

Bceky was temporarily dazed from the impact of the bottle but when she felt the blood drip down her nose she came back to her senses. She flung Michelle’s arm off her and wheeled around with a haymaker punch that mostly missed but had enough momentum to take them both over in a mess of arms and legs and insults.

They rolled on the floor fighting for position amongst the shattered shards of glass and the sticky, messy floor of the bar. Becky got some slaps in before Michelle roleld her over and punched at Becky’s arms then Becky turned again and this time did some damage with three hard punches right into the Landladies boobs.

Becky scrambled to her feet, again keen to use her feet to damage her opponent but Michelle ignored the winding pain and scrambled up after her the two of them continuing their brawl around the knocked over tables and chair of the pub. They ended up jockeying for position up against the juke box, Michelle with her sore back against it Becky pressing against her. Becky’s fingers were again out, stretching their skin to grasp at Michelle’s still red neck, knowing she could take her out. Michelle knew it too and fought with all her energy to keep the fingers away. Then an opening presented itself and Michelle drove her knee out and between the taller blondes legs, it was by no means a finishing blow but it stalled becky'’ attacka nd allowed Michelle to grab her by her hair again, swing her head around and slam it face firt into the glass front of the juke box. She did that fourtimes and by the last time she pulled Becky’s face away there was a fair smear of blood across the glass front.

But she had no chance to press home her advantage because Becky’s fingers were under Michelle’s top and had found her nipples below her bra and her fingernails were already tearing at them desperately. Michelle squealled at this unexpected, intimate attack and let go of Becky completely to try and fend her fingers away from her breasts. That worked but it also created space between the two hellcats, space that Becky used by swinging her foot back and then forward with furious velocity and catching Michelle right between the legs perfectly. Micheel was shocked for a second, her mouth in an O shape as she sunk to her knees.

Becky smiled and wiped some blood out of her eyes, that glass cut on her forehead was bleeding like hell and half her blond hair was a bloody red colour already, but she ignored it, she finally had Michelle where she wanted her. Becky swung her foot again, her pointed shoe the instrument of destruction another perfect kick between the kneeling Michelle’s thighs the rest. This time she toppled over onto her side, howling like a wounded animal.

Becky knew how to hurt her boss now and decided that she could increase that wit6h Michelle naked and proceeded to start tearing and ripping at Michelle clothing, literally hauling her out of her top, her bra and her skirt, then finally her panties until she was naked before her. Despite the damage she had inflicted upon Michelle’s pussy those big tits were just too inviting a target for her. Michelle was on her back now, sobbing at this assault, her hands tried to cover her injured cunt but that just pushed her boobs up and allowed Becky to swing heavy, angry punches into them that were already turning them black and blue. But when she went to cover her boobs it left her pussy open to attack and Becky punched and slapped it until she opened her boobs up for more punches.

The assault was sustained and relentless, the blonde dripping blood on her naked foe with every punch or slap thrown. Finally, exhausted Becky relented but only to haul Michelle to her feet. With one last effort the brunette summoned up enough strength to punch Becky as she got up in the gut, but the blonde brushed it off, hauled Michelle level with her, pulled back her own head then thundered it forward in a devastating headbutt to the bridge of Michelle’s nose.

It was a knock out blow that shattered Michelle cute little nose into a hundred bits, blood gushed out immediately and Michelle passed out from the instant shock of the blows ferocity. When she came to she would wish she hadn’t.

In the five minutes Michelle was unconcisous Becky had hauled her onto a long table and used Michelle’s own panties and bar to secure Michelle to the table, stretched out. They were hardly the greatest ties but they didn’t need to be. Michelle came to, her head still swimming, her face was a mess of both her and Becky’s spilled blood. Her face throbbed where her nose had once been, now just a bloody mess. She tried to move but couldn’t and sighed, then came awake as Becky appeared over her, that maniacal look on her face. She had two beer bottles in her hands and kept them there as she climbed atop the table and straddled Michelle. With vicious swings she smashed the bottles on the side of the table and held them menacingly over her defeated foe. Michelle tried to plead but it was as useless as it was pointless, Becky could not be stopped now. She measured the jagged edged of the bottles over Michelle’s tits, paused. Looked right into Michelle’s eyes before pressing the glass into the brests and begininng to twist the rapidly.

The pain was intense and real and she just screamed her heart out as Becky ground it deeper and deeper until her brests were bleeding heavily. And then Becky just got up, leaving the bottle jutting obscenely from Michelle’s chest and lifted up a bottle of brandy, she took a swig them tipped it out all over Michelle’s hairy pussy, emptying the whole bottle over her. They she casually lit a cigarette, smiled and Mcihelle and said.

“By the was cunt, I resign!” as she dropped the match she had used to light her cigarette onto the flammable alcohol and turned her back and left as she heard it ignite.