DD DEBBIE TAKES A SPIN
Joyce was out with friends at a local club when she had to make a "pit stop" in the ladies room. As she was touching up her makeup in the mirror, she heard a tiny, rather mousy girl "crying on the shoulder" of her friend.
"And she never does any work - just takes long lunches with the bosses! She's just the office whore and now my husband may be fired just so that slut can have his job! Oooo, if I were only bigger and tougher! I'd beat Debbie's big fat double D's flat!"
The lanky blonde couldn't believe her ears. Could that tiny woman be talking about her favorite foe, Double D Debbie? It surely sounded like the sleazy tactics Debbie would use to advance up the corporate ladder. It looked like it was time for another lesson for the big brunette. Joyce introduced herself to the women and told them she had an idea that would settle things to everyone's satisfaction - except Debbie!
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A few days later, Debbie strolled into the office, feeling fine. She had just spent a few hours with the vice president of the company at a downtown hotel - "taking dictation" as her boss put it - until the old man fell asleep. She had a very self-satisfied smile on her pretty face. Yep, that executive position was as good as hers. Sure, the wimp who had held the job for 20 years would have to be fired, but that was of little concern to Deb.
The busty brunette paused to check herself in the reflection in the office window. Long black hair framed a pretty if slightly cruel face, with blue eyes and a pert nose. She wore knee-high black leather boots with four-inch heels, a tight black skirt with a slit that showed off plenty of thigh and a white top covered with a black bolo jacket. But even the jacket couldn't hide her two most striking features - those bouncy 34DD's that would soon put her in a whole new income bracket. Lots of guys had compared her to starlets like Catherine Bell, Denise Milani or Minka Kelly, but Debbie was sure she was hotter than any of those losers.
Her heels clicked loudly as she stalked through the empty, quiet office. It was after 5 and her "lunch" had extended beyond regular work hours. So it was something of a surprise when she heard a familiar voice behind her.
"Well, well, looks like Miss Punching Bags has moved up in the world. Too bad you're going down again - and I don't mean the way you usually do with the supervisors in this place!"
Debbie was stunned. The bane of her existence, the monkey wrench in all of her endeavors, was back! Joyce, who had thrashed her too many times to count, was standing right in front of her! Joyce, her blonde nemesis who had left her whipped and crying at a pool, in a boxing ring, at the mall, at the beauty shop - oh, it was just too horrible to think about! And now she she stood, hands on hips and smiling that wicked grin that always spelled trouble for her!
For once, though, Deb decided to think first and fight later. Of course, thinking was not exactly a strong point for the black-haired trollop.
"Whatever you want, just forget it!" Debbie told Joyce. "I work here now and if you start a fight the security guards will throw you out. Plus, you'll be arrested. And I will still be working here tomorrow. So, you see, there's nothing you can do to ruin things for me this time!" She even managed a slight triumphant smile. Nothing can go wrong now, Debbie thought.
But Joyce didn't seem too impressed by the bosomy brunette's speech. She strolled over to a desk and leaned against it. She smiled back at Debbie, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.
"Yeah, see, here's the thing, Titsie," Joyce said. "Those security guards have been told to take the evening off. Just you and me here. And I've been hired to find out who's been stealing from the company and the finger points straight to you. But I'm going to give you a break, which is more than you're giving the other employees. If you quit right now, leave and never come back, you can walk out of here in one piece. Otherwise, you and I are going to have another one of our little conversations!"
Debbie stared at her nemesis for a moment, then hung her head in apparent defeat. "Okay, okay, you win. I'll go. Just let me call a cab," she said. She strolled over the phone, her fine ass swaying with each step.
Joyce was a bit suspicious. She knew DD Debbie was at heart a coward but normally she was too dumb to give up so easily. So she was on her guard when Deb picked up the heavy receiver and began to dial a number. Sure enough, the sneaky slut whirled and swung the phone receiver at Joyce's head. Had the blow landed, it would have knocked the blonde senseless. But the athletic woman showed her reflexes by ducking suddenly and Debbie's weapon whistled harmlessly over her head.
The hard swing sent Debbie spinning out of control - those high-heeled boots were sexy as hell but they were never meant to be worn in the catfight. The brunette staggered into a desk and went sprawling across it. Joyce was on her in a split second, yanking the jacket off Deb.
When Debbie recovered enough to turn and stand, she was met with a flurry of rights and lefts to the face, stomach, and yes, those massive breasts. DD grunted and moaned, vainly trying to fight back with weak, ineffective swings. But as in the past, there was just no way she could compete with the lightning-fast fists of her rival.
For her part, Joyce was laughing as she danced about in front of her desperate brunette. "You just couldn't walk away, could you, slut?" she taunted Deb as she dug hard uppercuts into her foe's ribs.
"Oh! Ugh! No - stop! I - I'll kill you, you - ooof!" Debbie moaned and grunted as she absorbed punch after punch to her mid-section. Her blouse was soon ripped open, exposing a white see-through push-up bra. (Deb loved shopping at Victoria's Secret.) Joyce stepped on the toes of Debbie's boots so she couldn't move and hammered her face with short hard jabs. Then when Debbie tried to stop the barrage by sinking to the floor, Joyce held her up with a fistful of dark hair while slapping her face back and forth. This soon had Debbie's big blue eyes crossing and uncrossing as she became more and more disoriented.
"Stop hitting me!" Debbie mumbled. "I'll leave, I'll leave!" she whimpered.
But now Joyce had her blood up and waving the white flag would do Debbie no good. What was left of the bra was easily removed, letting Deb's big knockers spring free. The 34DD's had big purple-brown nipples with prominent areola. When Joyce grabbed the "pencil erasers" and yanked hard, Debbie's squeals rattled the windows.
"Eeeee-yowww! Stop yanking the nips! They - they're tender!" Debbie blubbered helplessly. "You're gonna pull 'em off! Leggo, pu-lease!"
Still grinning broadly, Joyce shrugged and released her deathgrip on the nipples. "Whatever you say, Ms. Fun Bags! But just for old times sake, let's give the ol' hooters a little workout! Whattaya say?"
Debbie knew what was coming next and frantically shook her head no. Joyce loved to "speed-bag" Debbie's big boobs, a practice that hurt like hell and left them so sore she couldn't even touch them herself for days afterwards. But Deb was in no position to stop the torture. All she could do was wail and sob as her prize possessions were once again punched up, down and sideways until they were just a blur of motion.
"Owwwww- eeeee! My boobies! I surrender! I surrender!" Debbie screeched. "Not again! Oh, no, no, not my poor tits again!" Debbie wept. "Why does this keep happening to me?"
Eventually, Joyce eased up on her victim but she was amused to see Deb's tits still bouncing even after she stopped hitting them. But she wasn't finished with her "lesson" just yet.
Joyce glanced about the office and spotted a copy machine in one corner. She grabbed Deb by her tangled dark hair and pulled her to the machine.
"Let's get a picture or two of those big bruised boobies for posterity, shall we, Double D?" she asked her wobbly foe. Then she slammed Debbie down on the copier breasts first and hit the on switch. The hot light of the machine lit up Debbie's outline as paper copies began to issue out of the side of the device.
"Owwww! My boobs! You're burning my nipples off!" Debbie howled, much to the amusement of her conqueror.
Joyce laughed out loud. "Oh, don't be such a wimp. We have to make sure all the secretaries get a look at my handiwork, don't we?" Debbie wiggled and squirmed but Joyce kept her bent over the copier until she had a hundred copies of the loser's batttered and flattened breasts.
Finally satisfied, Joyce again yanked Debbie to her feet. The once-sexy harlot was a devastated wreck - eyes swelling shut, nose reddened, full lips tattered and only wearing the tiny skirt and boots.
"Time to clock out, you fat cow!" Joyce told her, cocking back her right fist.
"No, no don't! Please don't hit me again! I already gave up - errrrkkkk!" Deb squeaked as Joyce landed a crunching right to her chin. Debbi staggered backwards and landed sitting down in a small office chair with rollers. She wasn't completely out, but her arms and legs hung limply and those big blue eyes rolled wildly.
"Oh, this is just too good to pass up" Joyce giggled and then slammed a hard left to Deb's jaw. The big brunette spun in the chair, making two complete turns before stopping, facing Joyce once again with a goofy smile on her face. That led to a right-handed haymaker that sent Debbie spinning clockwise. This time she made three complete turns before coming to a stop. This time Debbie was completely out cold.
Joyce found a sign that said "Closed for the evening" and hung it around Deb's neck.
DD Debbie didn't remember the last of the fight. But a little later she woke up sputtering when Joyce splashed a glass of water in her face. To her horror, she was still sprawled in the chair, beaten black and blue and topless. She stared up through bleary eyes at a grinning Joyce and Mr. Johnson, the owner of the business.
"Uhh, Mr. Johnson, I can explain!" she stammered, trying to cover up her sore boobs and wincing at the pain that caused. "This, this crazy woman just came in and attacked me! I'm going to call the police!"
Johnson just stared at the spectacle sprawled out before him.
"Miss Dawson, or should I just refer to you as Ms. Double D? - I have known Joyce for years. She came to me and told me what was going on here. As a matter of fact, I have been aware for some time now that you have been skimming money off the books. So I think either you agree to our terms or it will be us calling to police to have YOU arrested!
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So that was why, the following morning when the secretarial pool came to work, they discovered DD Debbie, naked and weeping, wearing only her leather boots. She was on her hands and knees scrubbing the office floor with what was left of her sexy outfit. It would take her a few months but eventually she would repay all the money she had stolen.
But cleaning the offices was only half her punishment. Each night the employee's wives could take turns in the office gym with Debbie, who had to be their sparring partner. They all discovered Deb was a lousy fighter but that didn't stop them from knocking her silly. And the wife who handed out the most savage beatings was of course the mousey little brown-haired woman!