The Valkyrie Gets Her Wings Clipped
By SuperCat

Jenny Lee was working late.
As always.
First in, last out, or as close to it as possible, was her working mantra. But by putting in those twelve hour days, she had already begun to rise at her job. She knew her hard work and dedication we being noticed.
And not by everybody who had her advancement in mind.
But Jenny wasn’t concerned. Only two years out of college, she wasn’t aware how rough and tumble an office environment could really be. The 5’5” Asian beauty was an eternal optimist, and she had a lot to be optimistic about. Graduated first in her class, 4.0, and blessed with a compact but well rounded body with curves in every single right place, she was easy to notice, yet had no real idea the effect she could have on others.
Like Gretchen Winters.
Most offices have a “top dog” in the yard. And Gretchen had been the top dog at Stafford and Hudson for five years now. She had made it her mission ever since she was hired, and the 28 year old former beauty queen defended her turf with ruthless determination. The rumor mill amongst the women that worked there indicated she had won her status by beating the crap out of the former head assistant, an accomplished and beautiful brunette named Linda, but nobody knew for sure, because within six months of Gretchen’s hire, Linda had suddenly quit by phone, never to be seen there again. At 5’11” and built (as many of the men there had droolingly noted) like the proverbial brick shithouse, the blonde former Miss Nebraska finalist ruled her roost with an iron fist. Behind her back, she was called “The Valkyrie”, and this Valkyrie didn’t need any upstarts taking her thunder, her power, or her position as the hottest damn thing in the office. And she was convinced Jenny Lee was a threat to all three.
A threat she was going to squash, right now.
Jenny got up from her desk and went into the copy room. The two Xeroxes hummed in the 12x16 space, paper stacked around most of the walls. She had the Simmons proposal she needed to triplicate for Brian and Al, the young co-owners of the rising brokerage. She had nothing more on her mind than wanting to get home, take a long hot bath and relax with her two Siamese cats. She smiled at the thought, but her reverie was broken when she heard the copy room door shut behind her and the lock turn. “What the hell, I thought I was last one out tonight!” she thought, and then as she turned “Oh…fuck”.
Standing in front of the door was The Valkyrie, and she was smiling evilly.
“Hi Jenny, I see you’re working hard and late, trying to suck up the bosses, as usual.” She snarled. “So, you screwing one of them yet? Trying to get on top?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” the Asian beauty replied, “but you had better get out of the way and let me out.”
“No. I don’t think I’m gonna do that. In fact, you little slut bitch, I think this is your last day here in MY office.”
“The hell you say Gretchen. I’m not going anywhere. I like working here. In fact, I think it’s you who should probably leave if you know what’s good for you, because I’m not afraid of your big dumb ass.”
Brandishing her closed fist, the Valkyrie growled: “You should be bitch. You’re not the first bug I’ve had to crush here. I don’t care if you are sucking off Brian, Al, or both of them. They can’t save you now!” And she kicked off her high heels. Gretchen was wearing a tight white shirt that barely held in her big breasts, a tan skirt that came halfway up her extremely well muscled legs (she knew it drove the men crazy) and white stockings. She advanced on the smaller woman with cool confidence.
Jenny quickly kicked off her own shoes and moved backwards, she wasn’t prepared for a fight nor did she want one. She was decked out as she usually was, black professional style shirt, short black skirt that showed off her legs (she had no idea the looks she got, it also showed off her incredible ass to a T) and black stockings. The contrast between the big blonde, all in light colors, and the small Asian girl, all in black, was the stuff men have fantasized of for centuries.
But there were no men here, this was woman to woman.
Gretchen lunged at the woman, but Jenny, faster by far, moved out of the way. “Don’t do this! I’m not here to fight you! I’m not here to screw anybody! I’m just tryin to..”
“ FUCK YOU SLUT!” Gretchen ended all hopes of a peaceful resolution by lunging in again, and this time, as she moved away, Jenny shot a quick right hand out, clipping the blonde on the jaw. Unfazed, Gretchen continued stalking her prey, eventually cornering the woman between the black and white copier and some stacks of paper. “Got you now” she laughed and kicked out, catching the smaller woman in the stomach. Jenny bent over as the air rushed out of her and the big blonde captured her in a front headlock, reaching under Jenny’s chin in a choke hold. Her strong arms and weight had the Asian girl gasping for breath in moments as Gretchen worked the hold, eventually throwing her across the room. Jenny crashed to the floor in a heap.
Gretchen followed up her advantage with a sharp kick to the gasping woman’s breasts, and then one to the face that bounced Jenny’s head off the copier behind her. Seeing stars, just barely holding on, she felt herself her hauled to her feet effortlessly by her shirt, which just barely held on from the strain. Jenny opened her eyes to see the Valkyries’ face inches from her own. “All you gotta do is quit and it’s over you little bitch” she hissed. Not even giving her pained opponent a chance to respond, she dropped to one knee, bringing her own extended knee up into Jenny’s crotch. Jenny moaned in utter agony as her poor pussy was crushed by the vicious blonde.
Gretchen bounced the poor girl on her knee a few times, rubbing it in and increasing her torment while she laughed. “You know what, don’t quit yet. I’m enjoying this. I thought all you slanty eyed types knew how to fight, thought you were gonna Pearl Harbor me.” The blonde contemptuously put her hand over Jenny’s face and shoved her onto her back. Jenny then into a curled up ball as she started crying, lying next to the copier.
“There’s no crying in this office slut.” Gretchen mocked, and slapped the woman several times, adding in a closed fist to the side of Jenny’s head for good measure. Jenny was about out, but found it in herself to try to crawl away from her torment. “Not so fast there!” Gretchen said and grabbed Jenny by the back of her shirt, pulling her up to her feet with one hand. Jenny’s shirt buttons popped open as her shirt finally reached its breaking point.
“Lookie here, General Tso’s titties!” The blonde yelled, and raked the nails of her free hand across Jenny’s chest, knocking her black lace bra askew. She then decided to torment the battered woman some more, and dug her nails into the Asians right breast, drawing a howl of torment. Deciding to really pour it on and take this tramp out, Gretchen reached up under the black skirt with her left hand and clawed viciously at Jenny’s crotch.
Her pain taking Jenny outside of her body, she thrashed her head around in pain, and one of her throes caught Gretchen square on the nose. The Valkyrie forgot about tormenting Jenny for a moment and the Asian girl twisted about and caught Gretchen with a hard elbow to the side of her head. Stunned, she released her prey and staggered backwards, leaning on the color copier.
Her survival instincts kicking in, Jenny found herself and she lashed out at the blonde, her stocking clad foot connecting with Gretchen’s knee and dropping her to kneel on one leg. She spun and threw out her foot again, solidly hitting the big bitch on the side of the head. The Valkyrie fell to the ground, holding her head in pain.
Knowing she couldn’t let up on this big crazy Amazon, Jenny lit into Gretchen with several more kicks into her stomach, she knew she had to knock the wind out of Gretchen so she could figure out what to do with her enemy. As Gretchen’s wind left her, her torment increased as Jenny sent a savage foot directly up her skirt, damn near driving her toes up into the Valkyries vagina.
The blonde was shocked, what was happening here? This little slanty eyed bitch wasn’t just quitting, and in fact was starting to put a world of hurt on her.
Extending her nails, Jenny reached down and slashed across the blonde’s forehead, opening a cut on her hairline. She followed this up with a series of lefts and rights to the shocked woman’s face, smashing her nose and cutting her lip badly. Gretchen’s face was turning into a bloody mess, she had never been hit before, so she had no idea she cut easily. Finding her inner bloodlust for the first time in her life, Jenny yelled “FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING BULLY CUNT, FUCK YOU! I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!” and she sent more kicks into Gretchen’s stomach and pussy as the now tormented former bully couldn’t do anything besides curl into a ball and cry. “NO WAY YOU ASSHOLE, THERES NO (thwop!) CRYING (thwop!) IN (thwop, right into the vagina!) THIS (thwop!) OFFICE!” And she kicked Gretchen in the face again.
Jenny knelt down and, with a show of great strength, pulled the larger woman semi upright by the front of her shirt, which ripped open under the strain. Jenny returned the breast torment she had gotten earlier with glee. Tearing past Gretchen’s white bra and ripping at her areola with her sharp nails, then squeezing and mauling them for all she was worth.
Even though the pain was unfathomable, this was a pain the Valkyrie could fight through though, and by coming in close to fight, Jenny had come into the blondes’ game. She gritted her teeth and threw herself at the Asian girl and, using her superior weight, knocked her tormenter off of her and onto her back.
The blonde pressed her new advantage, throwing all her weight onto her smaller enemy, winding her. Gretchen also sent a series of knees and thighs into Jenny’s already hurting snatch and, a woman possessed with hate, she head butted the Asian in the face once, twice. Lying on top of Jenny, she reached down and with one hand, pinned the smaller woman’s hands above her head, and with the other she clawed and ripped at Jenny’s exposed abdominal muscles.
The pain was terrible for the unfortunate girl and Gretchen knew exactly how to maximize her torture. She sent a few karate chop type blows into Jenny’s lower belly, just above her skirt line. “SO SOWWY!” she mocked her foe. “I BREAK YOU SHITTY GIRL” and she laughed at her own racist joke. Getting off of Jenny, she pulled the woman up by her twisted bra and once again got into her face and yelled “YOU COULD HAVE JUST QUIT SLUT! YOU COULD HAVE WALKED OUT! WELL, IT’S TOO LATE NOW! I’M GONNA SHOW YOU FOR ONCE AND FOR ALL WHO’S TOP BITCH HERE!” and she once again lit into the Asians ravaged boobs. All Jenny could do was silently sob. The pain was otherworldly.
Gretchen threw Jenny to the ground and stood above her rival, grasping her black hair with one hand.
Holding Jenny in place, Gretchen sent a kick into her pussy, then into her belly, then her tits. All Jenny could do to try to escape was inch backwards on her curvaceous ass until she was trying to work her way under one of the tables set up against the wall.
Knowing the little whore was finished, Gretchen stood above her and laughed, placing her stocking clad foot on the devastated woman’s face and rubbing it on her. “CLEAN OUT YOU DESK JENNY-SAN. ADMIT IT’S OVER AND NEVER COME BACK HERE AGAIN. I’M THE BETTER WOMAN IN EVERY WAY AND NOW YOU KNOW IT!” She stood back a couple steps to admire her work. One of Jenny’s eyes was blackened, she had blood trickling from her nose and mouth, her boobs were scratched and bright red from being twisted and her black skirt had ridden up her thighs, exposing her black silk panties, which were off to one side, exposing her tortured womanhood.
“SAY IT!” she ordered.
“SAY IT!” again.
“SAY IT SLUT!”
At this, Jenny exploded out from under the table. Screaming in rage, she leapt onto the blonde like a cat on a tree. Wrapping her legs around the burly blondes’ midsection and her arms around Gretchen’s arms she violently threw herself backwards. The surprised bitch was totally unprepared for this and had no defense as Jenny’s motion smacked her forehead to the table and then bounced it off the carpeted floor.
Rolling the semiconscious Valkyrie off her, Jenny reached right up her hitched up skirt and flat out grabbed the blondes pussy and TWISTED. “OH MY GOD, WHAT A FUCKIN CAMEL TOE!” She laughed. “IT’S MORE LIKE A GODDAMN ELEPHANT! AND YOU CALL ME A SLUT! ME!?!?!” Gretchen shot upright in agony and Jenny met her on the way up with a sharp elbow that caught the blonde right on the nose, smashing it even worse than it already was.
Still trying to twist Gretchen’s pussy off, Jenny followed up with another elbow to her tits, and then one to the throat, which finally took the remaining fight out of the big bitch and the defeated Valkyrie sprawled on her back, eyes bulging. “I quit” she gasped, “Please stop, I quit”!
“I’M NOT MANAGEMENT CUNT! I DON’T TAKE RESIGNATIONS!” Jenny yelled and stood up, reached down, and got both hands into Gretchen’s bloody hair. With an effort that you’d never imagine from her small frame, but would know from her big heart, she hauled the beaten woman to her feet. She dragged Gretchen over to the black and white copier, slammed her face into the glass, and slammed the copier lid down on her head five times as Gretchen went limp.
“Hey, this gives me an idea, you bigot asswipe.” The victorious Asian said. “Get the fuck over here.” And she dragged the unprotesting Valkyrie to the color copier. Putting the battered woman’s bloody, once beautiful, face on the glass, she lowered the top over her head and deftly worked the copy machine to set it for ten copies. The light under the hood flared and Jenny was pleased to see a full color copy of her beaten rivals’ battered face come into the tray. She moved Gretchen’s face around and made another copy for good measure.
“CALL IT AN INSURANCE POLICY CUNT.” She sneered at her enemy.
Jenny then pulled the defeated blonde out from the Xerox and centered the once-Valkyrie so she was on her knees with her back to the corner of the room. She lined up Gretchen, took a step back, and delivered a violent, black stocking clad, foot into her chest, sending the woman flying back into the corner of the room, where the back of her head cracked into the wall. Gretchen’s eyes rolled back into her head and she slumped to the floor.
To make sure of her total victory, Jenny lifted up Gretchen’s skirt and sent one last kick directly between the beaten woman’s stocking clad legs, and then another last foot to her face, when Gretchen didn’t so much as twitch, Jenny knew at last she had conquered the brutal bitch.
She raised her hands in victory. But she felt hollow. She hadn’t wanted this fight.
She straightened her panties, which by some miracle still remained on her, wincing at the pain in her pussy, and she wrapped her shirt around her torso as best she could and pulled her skirt back down. Jenny grabbed the copies of the blondes face, turned, and strode out of the room. As she opened the door and walked out, she turned and sent one withering glare back to the unconscious woman.
“What a fucking BITCH!” She said, and walked out.
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I always knew Gretchen was going to be more trouble than she was worth. But I put up with it because if nothing else, she may have been the bitch from hell, but she ran an incredibly efficient office.
The aura of impending violence that always seemed to hang around her though, that wasn’t cool, and when I saw her follow Jenny into that copy room, I pretty well figured what was going to happen. But I let it go. Let the ladies figure it out for themselves, like adults. If it got too far out of hand, I was still there. Of course, they didn’t know I was working late as well; the blinds on my window that overlooked the main floor were closed.
I was thinking how much I was gonna hate seeing Jenny go; she was one hell of an addition to our team: smart, a hard, hard worker, quiet when she needed to be, and very easy on the eyes. I felt bad for her, thinking Val was going to crush her. I felt worse when I heard the copy machine fire up. Lord knows what kind of humiliation was going on in there.
I was actually completely pleasantly shocked when I saw Jenny open the door to the copy room and hurry across the main floor, fussing with her skirt. Oh snap! Atta girl! Our little Asian David damn well slew Goliath!
I had been pondering what to do about this, and all of a sudden, I had an epiphany. She hadn’t noticed I had opened my blinds. She had no idea I knew. So I poked my head out of my office.
“Oh, Jenny, could you please come in here for a minute?”
She looked like a thunderbolt had hit her.
“M...MM...MMMr Stafford?” She almost whispered.
“Yes Jenny, come in here for a second please, I need to ask you something.”
“Uuuuuhhhh…ok sir.” And she dutifully came into my office.
“Sit down Jenny, please.”
She looked pretty bad for the wear, one of her eyes was certainly going to be blackened, she had blood trickling from her left nostril and from her mouth, and her lip was fattened. Her black shirt was barely covering her chest and her skirt was still out of sorts, but you know, on the whole I imagined Gretchen looked a fuckload worse.
She sat in the chair, looking like she was going to shit herself. I certainly hoped not.
“So, Jenny, working late tonight, huh? Great, you’ll have the Simmons proposal on my desk tomorrow right?”
“Yes...yes….sure sir. “
“Awesome! Oh, have you happened to see Gretchen? I know she was still in the office, but I haven’t heard anything from her office in like twenty minutes.”
“No...er...ah...no Mr. Stafford.”
“Bummer. Oh well. Hey, Jenny…” I leaned forward and smiled… “How bout ya give me one of those Xeroxes you made in there. You can have the rest, I certainly understand.“
Her jaw dropped.
“And Jenny, I don’t expect you to do it tonight, but when you come in tomorrow. Clean out your cubicle.”
Her face fell.
“I’m so sorry Mr. Stafford, oh fuck, oh nooo!” and she started crying right there.
I couldn’t keep this up anymore.
“Well, first of all, call me Brian. Secondly, I want you to clean out your cubicle because if you want it, I would very much like to make you my personal executive assistant. Answerable to only me and Al. But if Al wants an Assistant, he can fucking hire his own. And my Executive Assistant doesn’t sit out on the floor. In fact, I think she’ll get Gretchens office.”
That sure changed her tune. “What? What? WHAT?”
I smiled. “Yeah Jenny. Look, I don’t know exactly what just happened, but I didn’t get to own this place and make bank at 29 by being an idiot, and I’m going out on a limb here and saying old Val won’t be working here anymore. What do YOU think?”
“Val?”
“Valkyrie dear, you know.”
She actually laughed. “No Mr...er...Brian, I imagine not.”
“So, Jenny, do you accept my offer? Want to really help me make this company work right? I know you can do it.”
“Ah…Oh my God Sir, of course I do! Of course!!”
“Great Jenny, that makes me so happy, I need a strong right hand here, especially since Al is usually on the road handling sales. He and I always pretty much thought Gretchen was a flat out bitch too though. But hey, it looks like you’ve had a hell of a day, how about you and I seal this deal with a drink? I’m buying.”
“Ok, I guess Mr…Brian. But I, uh, my clothes. I mean, I guess I still have my workout clothes in the trunk of my car. Can I go get them and change?”
“Absolutely Jenny, please, and wash yourself up and make yourself feel a bit better too. I got some things to finish up. I’ll be ready in about ten minutes. Let me walk you out to make sure some crazy blonde woman isn’t lurking around for you though, ok?”
We got her clothes out of the back of her car and she went and changed. I checked the copy room and noted Gretchen had managed to get up and leave at some point. I locked the door behind me. I was the only one besides the Valkyrie who had a key who would be around there until Al got back next week. I looked out back and her BMW was also gone. Good riddance, I suppose. I was going to take the bill to clean this shit up out of her last paycheck though.
Jenny came out in her sweats and a t-shirt, and damn if she still didn’t look pretty as a picture, black eye and all. Her face was cleaned up and, except for her eye and the lip; you couldn’t even tell she had been in a scrap. I suggested she just wear her sunglasses, like she was a star. She giggled.
I drove her over to the local watering hole and we had a few drinks: Appletinis for her, beer for me, and a couple shots of tequila. Once she had relaxed a bit, I asked her to tell me what the fuck DID just happen, and she told me the whole story. She even showed me the Xeroxes to prove it, and she told me I could indeed have one as a keepsake. Wow, I gotta admit, I was right; she really did fuck Gretchen up.
During our second drink, she was getting a little tipsy. She revealed she hadn’t drank in months, or really had any other fun. “Um always workin!” she said. “Ya know what really pissed me off the most bout that bitch though Bri? I could take the rashist shit, big fuckin deal right? But that fuckin bitch, she kept callin me a slut, sayin I was screwin the office! Dammit, I’m not a slut, I only been with one other guy Brian. I haven’t had a man in three years.” I believed her 100%. I didn’t think she had it in her to lie, actually.
She was in no shape to drive home, so I took her back to my condo and let her sleep on the couch. Then I went to bed. Long day for me too.
About 4:30 Jenny nudged me awake. “Move over!” She ordered. “Your Execushive Assistant needs a new fuckin posishun ok?”
I pulled back the covers and she snuggled up against me.
Had never slept with an Asian girl before. Needless to say, it was worth the wait. She said she was still hurting, so she really wanted her body to feel good.
Screwing the boss?
Fuck yeah. I’m all for it. It’s my damn company after all and it’s not like I was seeing anybody else.
Gretchen never did bother to stop by to clean out her office. Oddly, nobody questioned it when I just said she had suddenly resigned.