Kate v. Yasmina: Battle To Be The Apprentice

Viewers of BBC show The Apprentice in the UK will know who these two ladies are, if you don’t type in their names on your search engine and you’ll see the pair of them.

Having made it through 11 weeks of competition The Apprentice was down to just two remaining competitors, 27 year old blonde Kate Walsh and 27 year old brunette Yasmina Siadatan. And Sir Alan Sugar was more than happy to have whittled things down to just two young women, as it gave him the opportunity to try something he wished he had tried many times on the show before. After the interview process had whittled the contestants from five to just two and the camera crews had packed up and his assistants had all headed home he invited both women back into his boardroom. They were both somewhat puzzled as they hadn’t expected this at all but knew to just do as he said in this process.

As they entered he invited the pair of them to sit and they listened silently and increasingly


“Ladies, well done on making it this far in the competition, you should both be proud. Now you, the TV producers, the audience, everyone thinks that I will choose this years winner based on how you two perform in the final task. That may be so, however, I have an alternative method that will only be known by the three of us. Don’t even think of talking about this offer to anyone else, they won’t believe you, it will be my word against yours and believe me there will only be one winner there.”

Both girls were more and more confused by this, what on earth was he getting at?

“What I’m saying is that you can decide this competition here and now, in this very boardroom. Interested? Good, I though you would be. All you have to do then is fight each other and the winner will get the job, irrespective of how you perform in the task to come.”

Both girls spluttered and stammered their shock and indignation.
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“What?! Sir Alan I hardly think…”

“You’ve go to be kidding, we’re serious business…..”

The tycoon slammed his palms down on his Boardroom table.

“Shut up! The pair of you! I do not want to hear another word out of you. Let me explain, I like catfights, I like watching women fight and scratch their way to t he top of the business world. Shows me the kind of fire and drive they have. But I could hardly bleeding show that on the BBC could I? So here we are, I know there’s no love lost between the two of you, so I’m giving each of you the chance to put the decision in your hands not mine. You win the fight you get the contract, no matter what happened on TV. Understand. Good. Now I want an answer now, will you do it? I should add if one of you says yes and the other no then that will influence my decision on the show, believe you me.”

Having got over her initial shock Yasmina was first to take advantage, and adopting the attitude she thought Sir Alan wanted she slapped the table and exclaimed.

“I’m in! I will win easily!”

Blonde Kate looked at her rival incredulously, partly because she could not believe Yasmina was so desperate to win that she would stoop to agreeing to this perversion but also because she knew the smaller Yasmina would have no chance. Hadn’t she just told the other girls a few weeks ago about a bruising encounter with her boyfriends ex in a pubs toilets where she kicked the bitch’s ass?

“Erm, excuse me Yasmina but no you wouldn’t!”

Sir Alan butted in again.

< br> “So do you agree Kate? Will you fight Yasmina here and now to become my apprentice?”

Kate was put on the spot and she knew she could not back down, she had given up her job to do this and to throw it away because she wasn’t willing to thrash a skinny bitch seemed ridiculous.

“Sir Alan, it will be my pleasure to beat up Yasmina.”

“Good. Well ladies, a few pointers before you begin. First I don’t want any damage to your faces, you’ve got to be filmed tomorrow and any visible bruising, cuts or=2 0marks is going to be picked up so stay away from the face. OK? Good, also I want the loser stripped of her clothing, what can I say, I ‘m an old pervert so you’ve got to strip your opponent before you can win. And on that point the loss has to be by your opponent telling me they give up, that they are giving up their challenge to be my apprentice. Understand? Good. Get up out of those chairs and get fighting, bar the face ban anything goes!”

Both women slowly pushed their chairs back and got to their feet, still pretty stunned and confused as to how this had all gone down. Both were dressed sexily in business women outfits and they would never know how much Alan Sugar would enjoy the fighting dressed like that. Kate was much the better looking of the two, her cover girl looks had been a feature of the press coverage of the show throughout the series, tall with long blonde hair and a really pleasant manner she was a public favourite. That day she was dressed in a light grey business suit with a cream blouse and a wide tie. Yasmina was shorter, thinner, had a flatter chest and signs of acne on her fa ce. Her straight dark hair was business like but hardly sexy. She also seemed to wear a permanent scowl.

Once on their feet they both hesitated and looked at Sir Alan questioningly.

“Well? What you waiting for? Get a bleeding move on! Fight!”

Both women looked at each other and Yasmina decided to seize the advantage, swinging her arm back and forward and slapping the blonde hard across her cheek. The crack echoed through the room and Kate’s hand went up to her cheek as her opponent charged at her and launched her fingers into Kate9s beautiful long hair and started pulling and ripping.

“I said not to the face you dumb bitch! Watch it or I’ll disqualify you!” yelled Sir Alan.


Kate quickly realised that Yasmina was playing for keeps and that she’d better start fighting back or she would be in trouble. She hooked her own fingers into Yasmina’s dark hair and started pulling and jerking too and the two of them struggled almost in a dance on the opposite side of the table from Sir Alan. Kate’s size advantage eventually gave her some leverage and she was able to swing Yasmina around so that she was half thrown into the metal backs of one of the line of chairs. That forced them to break their hold of each others hair and Yasmina held her lower back. Kate charged at her and speared her gut sending both flying to the c arpeted floor in a tumble of arms and legs and hair.

They landed with a thud, Yasmina on her back, Kate straddling her and the blonde wasted no time grabbing Yasmina’s hair and driving the back of her head repeatedly against the carpet. She quickly realised this wasn’t the most effective offensive manoeuvre and instead wrapped her hands on either side of her opponents neck and began choking her out. That surprised Yasmina and Kate’s fingers were digging into her throat before she even tried to stop her and when she did her struggles and attempts to escape the choke were pretty weak. She got lucky though when her hand inadvertently ended up holding that cute tie Kate so enjoyed wearing. It had come loose from the confines of Kate’s jacket and had landed in Yasmina’s hand so she pulled it with all her might and was rewarded with seeing it tighten quickly around Kate’s collar and dig into her neck.

Kate’s hands immediately came off her foes neck and reached for her own, panic in her eyes at the tight constriction of her throat. Yasmina pulled as hard as she could from her position on her back and tried to get up at the same time. Kate was fortunate that her collar was still between her tie and her skin, it was the only way she was able to get her fingers between them and force the tie out and away from her throat, but it took some effort and once she had both women were on their hands and knees coughing and spluttering. An angry Yasmina was first to her feet and took the opportunity to kick Kate hard in the ribs. It was a good kick, delivered by the brunette’s pointed leather shoes and it elicited a pained grunt from Kate as she rolled onto her back. Her anguish was only increased when Yasmina then stamped her heel down on Kate’s stomach three times in rapid succession before dropping to her knees and firing a punch into the same spot as she dropped.

Kate was badly winded and Yasmina wanted to press home her advantage, but first she realised this was a chance to stri p Kate of some of her clothing. The blonde didn’t put up much opposition to her jacket being hauled off and the buttons on her blouse could not withstand a pull right down the front of it but she decided to leave the tie on, the knot was tight and besides it could be useful later. In moments she was down to her designer, lacy, white bra and panting and gasping on her hands and knees. Yasmina stood over her, straddling her and very deliberately wrapped her forearm around Kate and hooked in a sleeper hold from behind and she also wrapped her legs around the blonde’s belly. Her plan was simple, knock her rival out, strip her naked then make her submit. However, Kate still had enough about her to know what was going on and she knew she had to get to her feet. Using a hell of a lot of strength Kate staggered slowly to an upright position, Yasmina clung on, driving her arm harder and harder into Kate’s throat determined to bring her down. Kate’s blurry eyes looked at a smiling Sir Alan and she staggered around to the end of the table the dead weight still dragging at her and turned her back to the table before falling backwards with as much force as she could.

What a crash! Yasmina’s lower back smashed viciously into the edge of the solid table and she bent around it obscenely, bending her spine in the wrong way completely. She shrieked and let go of her hold and sunk to her knees in agony by the end of the table. Kate was hardly feeling great but, still holding her throat she staggered to her feet, turned around and kicked Yasmina directly between the legs. It was a low blow but Kate didn’t care, she hadn’t really wanted to be in this fight in the first place and obviously that bitch Yasmina had no problem fighting dirty either.

Yasmina’s skirt offer a little protection but the punt to her cunt still hurt like hell and she toppled forward onto her face holding her crotch and moaning. Only now did Kate really become aware of her undressed state and it made her furious to think that Yasmina had embarrassed her like that and rather than kick her some more she concentrated on stripping her rival. The jacket and skirt went first, then Yasmina’s top leaving the bitch in nothing but a skimpy pair of black panties and bra. Yasmina squirmed and tried to escape Kate’s assault but got a knee in the gut for her trouble that allowed Kate to tear off the bra and expose the brunette’s small tits. But when she knelt to try and pull off her panties Yasmina managed to raise her foot and drive the sole into Kate’s chest and kick her off her.

Yasmina winced as she tried to rise, the pain in her lower back was excruciating and it hindered her getting up to the point that Kate was up and standing over her grabbing her dark hair by the time she was on her knees. The blonde swung her foot back for another kick to Yasmina’s pussy but before it could land Yasmina head-butted Kate’s own pubic bone! It was hardly a great blow but it certainly delayed Kate’s and gave Yasmina the time to scramble to her feet and launch herself at Kate again, sending them flying back into the door to the Boardroom, this time Kate’s back bearing the brunt of the collision. Yasmina held her there pressed against the door before driving her knee between Kate’s trousered legs four times in quick succession, each connection bringing a further pained expression to her pretty face. She then grabbed that f ucking tie again and this time when she pulled hard on it there was nothing stopping the knot driving into her throat and choking her nastily.

Kate dropped to her knees, her fingers once again desperately scrabbling at her neck, but this time there was no collar to save her and as Yasmina tugged away at the tie the blonde’s face turned redder and redder and she slumped to floor.

Sir Alan jumped up and shouted.

“Don’t bloody well kill her! Get that bloody tie off her and get to work stripping her for a submission!”

Yasmina so wanted to continue pulling Kate’s stupid looking tie, right then she could have happily killed her rival but Sir Alan’s voice got to her and she reluctantly dropped her hold and took the tie off Kate’s neck. Kate was out of it and Yasmina took the chance to strip her completely naked.

Kate’s body was stunning in the flesh, her breasts full and pert, her hips wide and sexy, her ass with not a hint of cellulite. It made Yasmina all the angrier as she pulled the clothes off her unresisting rival and by the time there was not a stitch left on the blonde the brunette was fuming, to the extent that to rouse her opponent she pulled her legs apart and dropped her knee right onto Kate’s exposed pussy. That brought her round alright, in a howl of anguish, which was only increased as Yasmina left her knee there, grinding down while stic king all of her fingernails into Kate’s exposed breasts and kneading them viciously.

“Give it up bimbo! This is my job!” she snarled at Kate as she dug her nails in harder.

Kate was awake now and in a deal of pain, she considered, briefly, giving up. But the thought that she had gone through so much to get to the final two drove her on and she mustered the energy to lift her right up and hammer three punches to her assailant’s side, two landing hard on Yasmina’s kidneys.

Yasmina grimaced at those blows and the thir d, which missed her kidneys hammered into her ribs and was enough to knock her off Kate and break her position. Yasmina rolled off to the side and held her injured left flank as Kate forced herself over and onto her knees herself. Sir Alan was delighted with this, the only item of clothing they were wearing between them was Yasmina’s small panties. Both women had proved resilient and determined, both attributes which he looked for in his employees. The big question was which of them had the killer instinct? Kate growled like an animal and launched herself at Yasmina, targeting her small breasts just as she had done to her. Her nails were longer and sharper than Yasmina’s, designer for maximum effect in display but also proving to be handy in a catfight. All ten of her fingernails slashed down Yasmina’s small breasts, some drawing blood and some just raw furrows. Yasmina screeched in pain and Kate slashed again, hitting less this time but still getting a pained reaction. Her attack had forced Ya smina back against the wall with nowhere else to retreat to and Kate was not relenting, this time her hands caught and held onto Yasmina’s nipples and began to squeeze and twist them viciously.

“Bimbo! I’ll fucking show you! Aaaaiiii”

Kate was cut off as Yasmina’s fingers had found her pussy lips, latched on and right then she was nipping and twisting them for all she was worth. It was tit twist versus cunt twist and both women were feeling the pain as the other dug their nails in and twisted for all they were worth, but finally it was Kate that had to break the hold and try to get away from Yasmina’s steel like clutches. As she backed away Yasmina noticed her right shoe next to where she was kneel and quick as a flash she was up and had it on her right foot. Kate was holding her pussy and whimpering as Yasmina approached and delivered a hard punt right between her legs. Kate’s mouth went wide and she was in a stunned agony as Yasmina pulled Kate’s hand out of the way and delivered a second cunt busting kick. Kate was done now and Yasmina knew this was her chance, she gripped the blonde’s ankles and flipped her onto her back, pulled her legs apart and stamped her heeled shoe right down onto Kate’s injured pussy.

The blondes screams were inhuman but Yasmina showed no mercy and stamped down a further four times with her heel into Kate’s exposed cunt, the last time her heel actually penetrated her pussy and going with it Yasmina gripped Kate’s ankles and pulled with all her might while pressing her heel deeper and harder into her foe.

It was too much for Kate, she slapped the floor by her sides with both hands and cried out her submission.

“I quit! I quit! Have the job! It’s yours!!”

Yasmina rather cruelly kept the pressure on for a few additional seconds before removing her foot and turning to Sir Alan and smiling.

“Very good Yasmina, the job is yours, I like what I see in you, you’ll be perfect for negotiation with some of my Asian suppliers – real hard nosed bitches some of those are. Kate, hard luck, you just didn’t have that killer instinct I wanted to see. Tomorrow we’ll film the show but believe me when I say… Yasmina YOU’RE HIRED!”

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