The Professionals 2:

Christie slammed the phone down in excitement. Her heart was pounding. Her feet hardly touched the floor as she bolted out of her room. By the time she stepped inside the elevator and felt it moving upward, her panties were soaked. "God, they were really going to do it," she thought. She was relieved, excited but embarrassed all at the same time. She was absolutely committed to hooking up with Stephanie. But it seemed to her that everyone she came in contact with on the way to Stephanie's room somehow knew what she was about to do. They couldn't know that she was going to another woman's room to lock the door and fight it out; could they? People seemed to smile imperceptibly at her. It had to be her imagination. Her nipples were rock hard and poking through her soft bra and blouse. The elevator ride to the 12th floor seemed to take forever. But then she was around the corner and locating room 1219. The door was slightly open and Christie stopped just a moment to swallow and brush her hair back before throwing open the door and marching in.

She stepped confidently into the plush room and stopped with parted legs, hands on hips and her bust pushed out in defiance. Stephanie was sitting in a chair by the foot of the bed wearing just her low cut bra and sheer bikini panties. "Well the slut has arrived", crowed Stephanie. "You fucking cunt!" spat Christie. "This slut is going to kick your ass". "Come on!", motioned Stephanie as she stood and stepped forward. "Let's do it". Christie hurriedly removed her blouse and skirt. "Let's fight you whore", spat Christie as she kicked off her shoes and moved forward. "I'm ready", said Stephanie. Then the two women walked right into each other as if the other wasn't there.

They slapped their bodies together and grabbed each other tightly with their arms. Then they began raining punches onto each other's back and stumbling around the middle of the room. Quickly they grabbed hair with one hand and for a good two minutes they jerked each other's hair viciously and flung wild punches into each other anywhere and everywhere. They were twirling and stumbling around; brawling like two whores in a bar competing for the same John.

Presently their legs tangled and they fell to the floor with a thump. And never resting for second, they began thrashing and wrestling and rolling from one wall to the other and back. They knocked over an end table which brought a lamp crashing to the floor. But the two women never took notice. They were intent on hurting each other.

Hard nails dug into soft flesh. Christie yelled as Stephanie scratched her bare back and the cheeks of her ass. She sank her nails into Stephanie's breast in retaliation. The soft bra was stretched and ripped away in seconds. The Christie began attacking her breasts, drawing blood and making Stephanie groan with pain. In a minute Stephanie began her own breast attack. The two women sat on the floor facing each other with one leg over the other while punishing each other's tits. Scratch marks and a little blood appeared as they grunted in pain.

Presently they took one hand and slapped and punched at each other's faces; continuing to scratch tit with the other. Pushing and punching, they finally pushed each other back and they separated by rolling away and to their feet. They panted to catch their breath and each could see the damage inflicted on the other. Christie felt her pussy leaking down the insides of her thighs. She was glad to see the scratches and marks on Stephanie's naked tits and face. This was what she wanted for so long. She lusted for more fighting. She wanted to feel their bodies twisting violently together. They slowly circled and raised their fists as their breasts bounced and swayed.

They they began to punch each other. And they punched and punched and punched; at first rapid and wild. Then they tired and began some well aimed slugging. They leaned their heads against each other and let go with upper cuts against their stomachs and tits. Occasionally they threw round house hooks at each other's heads. Stephanie had never been in a fistfight with another woman. But she lusted for each punch. She had never been on a high like this with any drug or experience. On and on they slugged each other. Moving more slowly they put everything they could into each, well aimed punch.

Finally the two backed away slightly. They wanted to go on punching but their arms demanded a rest. The women regarded each other warily but backed into chairs on opposite sides of the small room. They were both winded and tired from the furious exchange of violence and release of emotion. They struggled to catch their breath and said nothing for a couple of minutes.

"I've wanted to do this for so long", panted Christie while she rubbed her sore and scratched breast. "Me too, I think", answered Stephanie. "But so far, I don't think we've settled anything. I still want to hurt you". Christie was surprised to feel a little pang of excitement at Stephanie's words. It wasn't logical, but she wasn't ready to come off the "high" yet. "Come on bitch. We aren't through fighting yet", answered Christie. She rose to her feet and stepped forward. "Let's catfight". Stephanie smiled and came to meet her. "Let's go for it you dirty slag".

The two jumped to meet each other and clamped their hands around each other's hair. As they jerked hair their bodies slapped together and bounced away in rhythmic violence. They bent each other over at the waist and fell into a tangled up ball on the floor. For long minutes, it appeared they were laying in a resting embrace. But the grunting gave them away as they clawed and scratched each other. Slowly they rolled over and over in the floor; their legs grape-vined together. Both women's panties were stretched and sliding off. The were sweating heavily now. But they clutched each other tightly and strained their muscles to overpower each other.

Christie brought up her knee hard into Stephanie's pussy. "Uhhhggg!, you dirty bitch!", grunted Stephanie. "Oh I'll show you dirty", growled Christie. As if agreed to in advance, the two reached between each other's legs and began to scratch at their pussies as panties were pushed aside. "awwwwwwwwwg!", "fffuucccckckkkk!", "iiiiiieeeeeeeeeeaaaaaa!, they cried out in pain. Finally kicking each other aside, they rolled away to their knees.

Walking slowly on their knees, they moved together and grabbed hair. Their ample breasts slapped together as they jerked their heads back in pain. They eventually pulled each other to their feet again and leaned against each other, breasts smashed together. They moved their upper bodies to rub their breasts roughly over each other back and forth, again and again. Christie was certainly already aroused with lust for this fight. But now the breast rubbing was arousing her in a different way. She pushed away from Stephanie and the two looked at each other for a split second. As if on cure, they pulled off their stretched panties and threw them aside.

Now completely naked, the two woman moved forward, roughly embraced and threw each other to the floor. Overcome with lust from all the fighting, they tangled their legs and began grinding their pussies together while still pulling hair. They bumped and grinded for long minutes, becoming more and more slippery from their pussy fight. The pace of grinding became faster and faster. And both clutched the other tightly as they came within seconds of each other. They pulled their hair hard as the orgasm wave swept over them and slowly subsided. And finally they slumped on their backs on the floor, totally spent.

It was quite a while before Christie could pick herself up and look for her clothes. The underwear was ruined and she readily abandoned it. She slid into the blouse and skirt, preparing for the walk back to her room. Looking at the clock, she realized they must have been fighting for about 45 minutes. It seems like many hours to her. She was sore and scratched and tired. But she also was very, very satisfied. Stephanie was stirring now as well.

As Christie looked at the naked woman sitting on the bed that she had just fought, she smirked and said, "thanks bitch. I needed that. And I wanted to do that for a long time." Stephanie glared back at Christie, gave her the finger and answered, "You're lucky. If I wasn't so tired we'd still be fighting". Christie faced her foe directly and sneered, "When the next quarter's business meetings come around cunt, it will be you and me. If we can manage not to get into it before then."

And with that, she turned and made it back to her room. She winced as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. There was no way to hide the fact that she had been in a fight. "Well, I'll be calling out sick for the rest of the conference and returning early", she thought. By Monday the start of work the following week, she would be good as new. But first, there was time to lay on the bed, in the cool air conditioning and reflect on this exciting evening where she finally let her inhibitions go and gave in to her desires. She didn't know she had this in her. She felt as if she had discovered a new person inside her. As she lay on the cool bed, she drew up her knees a bit, put her fingers between her legs and rubbed herself to orgasm after orgasm while thinking of fighting with Stephanie.