Showdown
By Jaxjag

I don’t know how my life got so complicated. It certainly didn’t happen all at once. It was the natural consequence of decisions I made along the way. My name is Richard. I am a mid-level officer for the firm I work for. About a year ago my divorce became final; so, as many men do, I sought out fresh female companionship. And where better for the mighty hunter to seek out the female of the species than in familiar surroundings. That is, at work. For a long time I fantasized about a secretary who works for a colleague of mine on the same floor on which I work. Her name was Mary and, to put it mildly, she was a dish. She was slender, yet well proportioned, with curly red hair worn short. She dressed conservatively and, to use an old fashioned word, she was demure. She liked me and it was not difficult for our relationship to grow from an acquaintanceship, to friendship, to romance. And I soon learned that the modest professional persona she showed the world was in actuality hiding a real sexual wildcat.
Friday nights we would go to the local watering hole for drinks, followed by a good meal, some entertainment and then we’d copulate seemingly until dawn. I should have been satisfied. This woman not only was beautiful and wildly erotic; but she allowed me to indulge my life long obsession with catfighting, often helping me to enjoy my collection of movies by getting me off. But there is a little devil inside of me that makes me live life often on the edge of calamity.
That’s where Carla comes in. Carla works in our Marketing Department several floors below our office. The two of us were thrown together on a business trip not long ago and we discovered that there was a strong mutual attraction. Naturally, since we were two unmarried adults out of town together for several days, it did not take long for nature to take its course. Carla was a brunette with straight hair slightly shorter than shoulder length. Her features were lovely and her body just as desirable as Mary’s. Again, if I had been smart, I would have enjoyed our time together on the trip and split when we returned. But, if I was smart this story would end right here and I would have missed out on a spectacular event.
Of course, being a combination of Don Juan and Superman, I knew I could juggle both relationships without a disaster occurring. And for a while, I did. But the longer it lasted, the more invulnerable I felt I was. I didn’t count on the office grapevine. In a firm like ours, secrets are impossible to keep. And eventually both women learned of the other’s existence.
Things began to unravel one Thursday in the office cafeteria. Carla spotted Mary who was eating alone. Mary’s red hair was like a matador’s cape and Carla was el Toro. Carla came over and sat at Mary’s table.
“Do you mind if I sit down?” asked Carla.
“Please do,” said Mary.
“I think you know who I am,” said Carla.
“Yes. You’re Carla the Claim Jumper,” Mary replied. “I was hoping one day we’d meet.”
Both women spoke in cultured voices, the volume barely above a whisper. During the ensuing conversation, they never broke eye contact with one another.
“It’s only claim jumping when the claim is yours. In this case, I’ve staked out a piece of this property, too,” said Carla.
“I have to tell you, that even when I was a little girl I was not good at sharing my things,” Mary said.
“Well, what do you suppose we should do about this?” Carla asked.
Mary smiled as if at an inside joke. “We could let poor Richard decide. But then, making decisions is difficult for him. We should work this out between us. In a way Richard would truly appreciate.”
Carla returned the smile. “I know all about his little obsession. And the idea appeals to me. Natually, we would have to have him present. After all, he is the prize.”
“Are you willing to meet me in a catfight?” asked Mary.
“Eager is more like it. I’m tired of hearing about you and Richard. I want him and I’m ready to fight you for him.”
“Tomorrow is Friday. This is a three day weekend coming up. If we fight it out tomorrow night, it will give us time for our wounds to heal before we have to come back to work. And the winner gets exclusive rights to Richard for the entire weekend,” said Mary.
“Richard has this lovely rug in the den in his condo. It would be perfect. Now how should we fight?” asked Carla.
“First, we need to wear our sexiest underwear: bras, panties, garter belts and stockings. Second, the fight itself. I have watched Richard’s movies and I think there is nothing more primitively feminine than a no holds barred catfight,” said Mary.
“You don’t know what you’re letting yourself in for, Sweetie,” said Carla. “The fight will last until one of us can’t go on.”
“Seven p.m. tomorrow at Richard’s house, then. And don’t even think about chickening out,” said Mary. “I’ll break the news to Richard.”
“I’ll be there right on time. Richard should enjoy this. I’m going to whip you in front of him and in the end there will be no doubt about who the best woman is,” said Carla.
“Then it’s a confirmed fight,” said Mary. And both women stood up, shook hands and departed.
After lunch, Mary went into my office and shut the door behind her. This was curious behavior so I asked her what was up.
“Don’t make any plans for tomorrow night, Honey,” she said. “Carla and I have agreed to a catfight to the finish to decide who gets you. We’re going to be fighting in your den, so make sure you clear all the furniture out of the way. We also agreed you should watch.”
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“Deadly. She wants it bad and so do I. I haven’t had a real fight since I was a little girl. But I can’t wait to tear into this bitch. This isn’t some staged event in a movie. I’m not giving her any quarter and I think she feels the same way about me. So I’m going to slap her face, pull her hair, and scratch and bite until she quits. Then you and I can celebrate my victory all weekend long. The fun starts at 7:00 p.m. tomorrow. Don’t be late. Will you be rooting for me?”
“Absolutely!”
She walked out of my office leaving me with a dazed expression and a hard on like you wouldn’t believe. Quick, get out the calculator! How many minutes is it until 7:00 p.m. tomorrow?
I called Carla. “I just heard the news. Are you and Mary prepared to fight it out tomorrow?”
“Yes. I’m going to tear that cunt apart and you can be my witness.”
“Do you have much fighting experience?”
“I had a few fights in Junior High. A catfight is mostly instinct. I’m going to get my claws in her hair and rip her boobs and I’ll have her begging for mercy. Will you be on my side?”
“Definitely!”
Fabulous! I had been intimate with two women who were going to fight it out over me. I had a whole day to fantasize about that. Both girls were evenly matched physically and both had tremendous stamina. Mary had a fiery temper. But Carla was stubborn and would never give up. Mary had strong hands and sharp nails. Carla’s nails were also sharp and she liked to bite. And neither would back down from the other’s challenge. Wow!
Mary arrived at a little after 6 the next day. I had just finished setting up the den. “Looks good,” she said, and then she retired to the master bedroom to change into her fighting clothes. After a while she called me in. She was breathtaking. She wore a matching set of red lace bra and panties to accentuate her red hair. Filling out the outfit was a red garter belt, red stockings and a pair of red heels. I thought we might have a little time before the action was to begin and I considered proposing a quick liaison when the doorbell rang.
“If that’s the bitch, let her in,” Mary said.
I opened the door and Carla came in. She went into the guest bedroom and changed. When she emerged I saw that she was in great fighting shape. She wore a black satin bra and panties set, complemented by a black garter belt, black stockings with a seam down the back, and black heels.
“I’m ready,” she called out. And Mary came into the den from the master bedroom. Both women stared at each other and began to slowly remove their rings, watches and bracelets, putting them on an end table which I had pushed to the side. I was told to get comfy, so I removed my clothing as well and sat down in a chair at the edge of the room. My cock was hard in anticipation of the fight.
“Stay strong honey,” Carla said. “I’ll finish her off and then give you some relief.”
Mary retorted, “When I get through with you, you won’t be in any shape to do anything but crawl over to me and kiss my feet. You’re mine, Richard, and this bitch is going to have to learn it the hard way.”
The women slipped off their heels and moved closer to each other. Suddenly, they exchanged vicious slaps to each others faces. Now that the ice was broken, they were ready to start for real. The women raised their hands, curling their fingers into claws as they slowly circled each other. The tension was thick. Then they lunged and locked together, digging their claws into each other’s hair. Pulling back and forth, both women grunted with effort. Their bodies came together as they bent their heads back in a savage hair pull. Mary hooked her leg behind Carla and both women fell to the floor, maintaining their death grip on each other’s hair the whole time. Kicking and squealing they began to roll across the carpeted floor, both women trying to inflict as much damage as possible. Little bites were exchanged as teeth found flesh on cheeks and shoulders. When the opportunity arose, the women would slap each other or use their claws to scratch at faces, arms and backs. The action was furious as neither woman could get a clear advantage.
Carla got on top and started to bang Mary’s head on the floor. But Mary cupped her hand under Carla’s chin and forced her back. Now Mary was on top and, with a vicious grin on her face, she shoved Carla’s face into the carpet. Carla kicked wildly, landing a knee on Mary’s groin and again gaining control.
Back and forth the fighters rolled across the floor. And as they began to tire, they held each other in a mutual headlock, lying side by side, their cheeks touching. Both women could see the strain on her opponent’s face, feel her sweat and smell their perfumed bodies.
“Had enough, bitch?” asked Carla.
“No way! I’m winning this fight!” Mary replied. Then she asked me “What do you think of this little pussy now?”
“I’ll tell you what he thinks,” Carla grunted. “He thinks he’d rather screw a winner like me then a loser like you.”
At this point the fight looked like a stalemate. The women continued to try to crush each other’s head in this brutal headlock contest. Mary’s face was reddening and tears began to flow from the anger she was feeling. She then uttered through clenched teeth, “I can take this as long as you can, bitch. Let’s get this done for good. Titfight! Think you’re woman enough?”
“Lose the top, slut.” Replied Carla. “Let’s go!”
The women released their headlocks and slowly rose to their feet, still somewhat groggy from the exertion. Gasping for breath the women removed their bras and examined their rival’s breasts. Four breasts, not large, but firm and exquisitely shaped. As she gathered her strength, Carla saw the scratches Mary had inflicted on her arms and body. “I’m going to kill you, cunt!”
“Any time you’re ready, bitch,” Mary replied. “I’m not afraid of you.”
They approached each other, and without saying another word, they proceeded to slam their tits together, grunting each time contact was made. Their breasts began to redden. The girls then exchanged breast slaps, their mutual anger rising with each slap. I knew what was coming next and my excitement was visible to everyone in the room.
The women lunged for each other’s breasts, their elegantly styled nails digging into the flesh, twisting squeezing and clawing for all they were worth. Their teeth were clenched and the veins stood out in their necks as neither female would back down. How long could they keep this up, I wondered. Mary slowly began to take charge, backing Carla across the room. Mary summoned all her strength and shoved Carla to the floor, mounting her in a smooth motion. She gave Carla some painful slaps across her face and her chest, and then she began to reach back, sliding her hand into the waistband of Carla’s panties to claw her enemy’s pussy. Carla screamed in pain “I give! You win, bitch! Get off of me!”
“She’s through, Mary,” I yelled. “Let her up.”
Mary looked at me. Though she was tired and bruised, her face lit up in a bright smile and she raised her arms above her head in victory.
Carla got up and quietly gathered up her things and left. Mary put her jewelry back on and sat on my lap. “How was I?” she asked.
“Fabulous.” I replied. “You’re the champ.”
“Then why don’t you get me a drink so I can relax and we can get down to some real celebrating.”
The weekend flew by and I savored every minute of it, reliving the fight over and over again in my head. The sex was incredible and I knew I would be Mary’s man from that day on. Carla still works for the firm, but I have no occasion to run into her. But the grapevine is still active and the word is that Carla still can’t accept losing to Mary.
I wonder if they’ll clash again. How many minutes is it till the rematch?