By Rob and Sceej - sandm1n@yahoo.com

"Listen, you brainless little twit - I have told you I am a full double D cup! This does not fit! It pinches! Now, get me another top or I'll have you fired, you horrible little skank!"
Debra was in rare form; the vain over-endowed glamor girl was trying on tube tops at an exclusive shop in a local mall and berating the teenage salesgirl she'd kept running ragged for nearly an hour already. Currently, Debra was struggling with a form fitting white tube top (which did not quite fit her particular form). It was cropped short to flatter the midriff and display cleavage to best advantage. The shoulders were left bare and Debra's lush black hair cascaded around them. She wore a pair of tight cutoff jeans, cut so high as to allow the lower part of her shapely ass to wink out occasionally and a pair of red "fuck me" pumps.
"I - I'm sorry but ... we don't have anything else, Miss, uhm ... maybe you should try Full Figure Fashion? It's just down the ..."
CRACK! Debra slapped the stunned girl flush in the face! "Full figure - that's a PLUS size shop, you little bitch! I have a fucking twenty-four inch waist, moron, and I'm a 34 DD! You wish you had a figure half this nice, you disgusting little worm! Where is your supervisor? I swear I'll have you fired! Get your supervisor and hurry!"
Debra's shouting had reduced the teenager to tears and was echoing through the mall, drawing a crowd. A slim but tightly muscled blonde glanced into the shop to see what the ruckus was all about ... and grinned broadly! The blonde was wearing a sleeveless top which flattered her well toned arms and perky breasts; jeans and crosstrainers completed her outfit. Her short blonde hair was combed back off her cute face.
"What seems to be the problem?" asked Joyce brightly, pushing through the crowd and striding confidently forward. An enraged Debra recognized her old tormentor but the busty woman's blood was already up.
"You'll stay out of this, skinny, if you know what's good for you! This is between me and this simpering little ninny and her supervisor!"
Oh ... but I AM her supervisor!" chuckled Joyce. "Just - umm - sent over from the central office ... or something!" The teenaged girl stared at Joyce uncertainly and the blonde gave her a reassuring wink. "I specialize in handling 'difficult' customers!" Joyce added with a sneer. "Especially bitches like you, Boobsie!"
"That's it, cunt! You've insulted me for the last time!" snarled Debra, whistling a roundhouse left at and past Joyce's jaw - the blonde's reflexes were much faster. The momentum of Debra's missed haymaker spun her 180 degrees; the busty brunette was perplexed - "Where'd she go?" she wondered dumbly. "D-Did I knock her out?"
From behind, Joyce hooked her thumbs under the lower hem of the tube top and thrust upward, pulling the top halfway over Debra's head, effectively pinning the brunette's arms up and blinding her.
Joyce smiled knowingly to the sales girl (a mixture of relief and bewilderment on the teen's pretty face). "First rule of sales - the customer is always RIGHT!" Joyce held up her right hand theatrically and buried her fist in Debra's bared midriff, the air exiting the chesty beauty with an audible grunt "And LEFT!" Joyce followed up her right with a cracking left hook to Debra's exposed ribs!
The gathering crowd was stunned into silence, then a middle-aged woman muttered aloud, "She has it coming, bossy bitch, slapping that poor salesgirl like that!" Joyce merely folded her arms and tapped her foot patiently, waiting for Debra to recover. She was in no rush to finish this.
Angry and in pain, Deb yanked the undersized top down furiously - too hard, in fact. She was showing more that cleavage now - the upper crescent of one of her quarter-sized pinkish-brown nipples was peeking out. She glared at Joyce with pure hatred! "You should have finished the job while you had the chance, you blonde bitch! Sucker punch me, will you? For that, I'm gonna kick your bony ass up and down this mall!"
Debra went at Joyce like a diesel train - and was stopped dead in her tracks by a stinging left jab to the nose. Stunned momentarily, Debbie pulled back. Joyce took a stride forward and bounced a one-two combination off Deb's temple and jaw. The brunette staggered slightly, her heavy breasts straining the undersized tube top. She struggled to maintain her balance in the clumsy high heels.
A look of dread crossed Debbie's gorgeous face; this had a very familiar feel to it. "Give it to her!" shouted a mousy woman in the crowd. "Kick her exhibitionist ass! Catfight!!!"
"Come on, Titsie!" taunted Joyce. "Bring it! Bring it!" Hatred overcame fear in Debbie's none too sizable brain and the enraged brunette again rushed at her long time tormentor. There would be no side step, nothing cute from Joyce; just a cold smile and a flurry of well-aimed lefts and rights. With practiced ease, Joyce worked up and down - first the body, then the head, then back to Debbie's shapely body. Blessed with a stunning figure, Debbie was curvaceous rather than toned and Joyce's punches sunk deep into her belly, each one drawing a staccato grunt of pain.
The cracking head shots were doing similar damage - the deepening purple around Deb's big blue eyes was not merely eyeshadow but the start of a matched pair of shiners! When Joyce relented for a moment, Debbie bent half over, her massive breasts heaving, hair matted, makeup smeared - she was a wreck! Her jaw hung half open, a dazed look in her eyes as she shifted her weight unsteadily from one foot to the other.
Joyce eyed the tage hanging conspicuously from the tube top and grinned. "Did she pay for that top?" she queried the salesgirl. "NO ... she's been here an hour and she hasn't brought anything!" replied the girl, enjoying the bitchy customer's painful comeuppance. "Then put it back on the rack!" declared Joyce, hooking her thumbs again and this time removing the garment with two violent jerks and handing the top to the tittering girl.
Debra now stood in the middle of the shop - TOPLESS - her pendulous milk sacks swaying gently. The crowd, particularly the women, roared with appreciative laughter. "Look at them jugs - can I get fries with that shake?" shouted a woman from the foot court.
"You ain't seen nothing yet!" laughted Joyce. "Let's give 'em a show, eh Boobsie? A one and a two and a three - GO!" With that, Joyce bombarded Debbie's fat meat melons with ripping combinations, causing them to flop rapidly up and down. For her part, a thoroughly beaten Debra could merely stand there, hands hanging at her sides, tears flowing as she cried uncontrollably.
"Owwww ... owww ... p-p-please ... ohhhh G-G-G-God! Arrrhh! ... ouch ... Muh-muh-my titties! ... ooooohhhh! ... y-you're k-k-k-killing me! .... ahhhhh! ... ooooooo .... owwweeee!" Joyce had shifted tactics, sacrificing speed for even greater power, lining up her shots and delivering the punch smack in the center of the nipple, mashing Debbie's plump knockers flat against her chest, over and over again.
For Double D Debbie, the boobie-beating seemed to last forever. When Joyce finally stopped, Deb's once milky white tits looked scarlet - as if scalded by boiling water.
"Time to pay your bill, you fat cow!" jeered Joyce, cocking her right hand back. Debbie reeled and blubbered "N-no ... not that! ... please not that! ... d-don't knock me out again!"
"No Sale, bitch!" Joyce shouted and drove a right to Debbie's chin that knocked her head over heels backwards. Debbie ended up sitting on her ass, her round naked tits swaying, eyes blackening, a silly grin on her face - as she listened to the birdies sing, she flexed her big bare feet rhythmically. Wait ... bare feet?
"Look!" squealed the salesgirl. "You ... you knocked her clean out of her shoes!" Indeed, Debbie's "fuck me" pumps were still in place, albeit empty.
"Why, she's completely naked!" gasped an older matron. "Not yet!" cheered a group of young men. "We want the shorts! We want the shorts!"
"Second rule of sales" Joyce winked at the beaming young sales girl. "Give the public what they want!"
As Joyce stepped slowly forward, intent on completing Debbie's humiliation by "pantsing" the luscious black-haired woman, the busty loser regained at least some of her senses. Deb slowly shook her head and stared down at her bare, much-abused breasts. Hearing the crowd and seeing Joyce, she immediately knew that her last shred of clothing (and dignity) was hanging in the balance.
Springing awkwardly to her feet, she barrelled through the jeering crowd (after considerable groping of her jiggling jugs) and began to half-stagger, half-gallop down the long halls of the mall; her pendulous sore tits swaying uncontrollably, her bare feet slapping the tile loudly, a noisy crowd following in the distance! Hurling open an exit door, Double D Debbie emerged ... into the parking lot ... at noon ... barechested ... barefoot on the sizzling hot asphalt ... onlookers staring ... frantically wondering where her car was ... when she remembered ...
"... her purse?" mused Joyce, picking up the expensive Gucci bag. "Hmmm ... car keys ... wallet ... cash ... credit cards .... " Opening the wallet, Joyce handed the stunned salesgirl a fifty dollar bill. "For your trouble! Don't worry, Ms. Cow Tits can afford it!" she reassured the teenager. "Uh, thanks ... thanks a lot, for everything!" the pretty young clerk smiled. "Uhm ... she left her shoes and top, too!"
"I'll take 'em!" laughed Joyce. "Souvenirs, understand? Man, I'm going to have to get a bigger trophy case! Now then, seems I've come into a little 'found" money (counting the bills in Debbie's wallet) ... think I'll do a little shopping!"