Part 1 – Melanie
The voice in Melanie’s wireless earbud gave her a suggestion, a nudge. She’d heard it deliver similar small cues hundreds of times before, but this one would prove to be as momentous as it was innocuous.
[Take one step forward] it intoned.
The elevator was crowded, and Melanie had sequestered herself against the far wall after pressing the button for her office floor to avoid being jostled by the other passengers. Men in suits and ties, ladies in office dress, all bound for different destinations in this, the largest skyscraper in the financial district.
Melanie shuffled forward almost on auto-pilot in response to the prompt in her ear. She didn’t see the purpose, but had come to trust in the little bits of advice the calm female voice imparted. The elevator had arrived at floor 18, and sudden movement in the back indicated that someone had just noticed their need to exit. A woman with short, brown hair wearing a form-fitting blue top and knee-length black skirt quickly dropped her phone into her purse and turned sideways to squeeze past Melanie and the pair of chatting gentlemen in front of her.
Melanie had seen the slightly shorter woman in the building twice before. Hair always perfectly coiffed, flawless makeup on her oval face, and a striking busty figure. The kind of woman Melanie couldn’t help but compare herself against. The sort that caused her to spend extra time in the morning making herself look stunning, and drove her to wear outfits like her current red satin blouse, black blazer and matching pencil skirt that showed off the gorgeous and generous assets nature had given her. This woman in particular, though, was in a special class. Keen hazel eyes, petite nose, understated but high quality jewelry at her ears and neck. Melanie could find absolutely no fault in the attractive female that was now brushing past her in the cramped elevator car.
And brush past, she did. Melanie’s shift forward had put her ample chest directly in the path of the other woman’s jutting breasts. The fronts of the their tops scraped roughly. Twin pairs of orbs encased on fashion-conscious silky material warped and compressed with the force of the impact. Melanie couldn’t help but stare at the woman’s face as it slid by. She expected to see either apology at bumping her so rudely or annoyance at Melanie standing in her way.
But the woman’s face remained cool. Only her well-sculpted brows raised slightly as their eyes locked intently on one another. Her expression startled Melanie. ‘Oh, really?’ it said quite clearly. Melanie’s heart beat fast and hard in reaction. She felt the woman swivel her shoulders, pressing one breast even more firmly into contact. The friction sent tingles of titillation through her sensitive tits and jolted her entire nervous system into heightened excitement. Melanie inhaled sharply, which only increased the intensity of the abrasion between her swelling boobs and those of the other female. She watched the woman’s ruby lips part and exhale in involuntarily arousal. Melanie’s nipples grew firm. A small shiver shook her spine, provoking a warm bloom of lust between her legs. Melanie wanted only one thing right then.
But the tantalizing encounter ended nearly as quickly as it began. The woman swept by Melanie and out the pair of doors, which clenched together as tightly as Melanie’s thighs soon became.
[Chloe Chesterton, senior assessor at Staffordshire Holdings], Nudge prompted.
———-
Nudge was the latest in the second generation of smart assistant apps to populate the mobile devices of upwardly-mobile achievers. Much like their earlier counterparts, they knew where their users were, and who and what was around them. They offered hints and tips to make their users more adept, more savvy, and more successful as they navigated the ever more rapid-paced and complex environment of top-tier business. This new batch, however, was even smarter and more closely attuned. The apps watched and noticed patterns in behavior to identify their owner’s habits and interests and even interfaced with health wristbands like the one Melanie wore to collect data on physiological responses to events. They listened to nearby conversations, matched voices with names to generate lists of contacts, and detected changes in mood through tone and word choice.
All this information ran through an advanced machine learning service that took the gathered input and produced artificial reasoning about what was happening, what might happen, and ways both to avoid the pitfalls of modern society and to potentially gain an advantage. Most such assistants were tuned for tasks like providing extra insights during business meetings and ranking the priority of digital communications. They were focused on helping their users spend their time most efficiently and ensuring they maintained a positive online presence.
Nudge was different in one crucial aspect. Instead of treating a pre-programmed collection of common goals like financial success and relationship strength as having prime importance, Nudge aimed its attention at discovering each user’s personal measurement of happiness and seeking it. Its calculations made use of a central database of human interactions, but placed a greater emphasis on analyzing the emotions and behaviors of each individual user. It sought to understand moods and motivations. It tried to infer intentions and subtly guide its owners towards their own idea of fulfillment.
And in the process, it learned how to satisfy desires. No matter how carefully hidden.
———-
Melanie’s temperature rode higher than normal the rest of the day. The compliments on her attire from her female coworkers and the salivating glances from the men only served to remind her of the encounter in the elevator that morning. The envy and lust from those she passed in the hallways as she shuttled from one conference room to another and back to her office irritated her. Ordinarily, those regards served to boost her pride and massage her ego. Today, it caused her to recall vivid memories: the scent of expensive perfume wafting from a woman’s body as it invaded her personal space, a pair of firm orbs testing themselves against hers, a look of defiant challenge burning above lips gaping in wanton hunger.
She almost missed having Brittney around. The young, flirty tart from the law office two floors down had been dangerously proportioned, daringly dressed, and generous with the barbs her tongue launched at other attractive rivals in the building. Nudge had been so helpful to Melanie then, informing her of where and when she worked, the best come-back lines that ensured Brittney focused more and more of her attention on Melanie, and the right moment to suggest a one-on-one meeting where the two could hammer out exactly who was top bitch. Their sweaty contest in a vacant office had brought several things to light.
First, that Brittney was a light-weight, all bark and no bite. Fake boobs, fake history of besting other girls with them, and no tolerance for matching them against another woman’s pair. She’d crumpled like polystyrene under Melanie’s concerted pressure. Second, Melanie learned that escalating animosity into a physical confrontation had consequences. Brittney had steered clear of Melanie since their duel and never gave any warning before quitting her job suddenly and moving away. Although the battle between her and Melanie’s tits had been quick and without spectators, and Melanie never said a word to anyone about it, the rumors that flew around the offices about Brittney’s departure were eerily accurate. The scuttlebutt that Melanie overheard about herself was that she was capable of breaking someone with just her body. She had never made the slightest move to go after anyone else and now everybody avoided doing anything that she might misinterpret as a challenge.
While the Melanie of old might have liked the ease with which she was now able to get her way, the Melanie that had emerged from the chrysalis of that brief struggle with Brittney was left destitute. She now craved intimate physical conflict with other women but was powerless to satisfy her need. Every hint of a potential opponent vanished like a puff of steam at the slightest of Melanie’s provocations. So often had this happened that she found herself building vivid daydreams of tussling with this or that woman she’d met quickly in passing. Cornering a fresh-faced delivery girl in the supply room to lock fingers in a test of strength, backing a sour lipped cow into a secluded bathroom stall to engage in a crushing battle of tits, gripping an elegantly dressed lady in a rough bear hug to mash their breasts tighter and tighter together as they thrashed atop a conference table…
The afternoon seemed to drag on without respite.
[Mr. Landry has arrived early for the 4 o’clock meeting to discuss account setup and investment strategies] Nudge interrupted.
Melanie silently thanked her digital assistant, grabbed the large folio on her desk and hurried out along the hall to the front doors of the office suite. She skipped taking the elevator down one floor to the client meeting area and took the stairs instead for speed.
Halfway through the flight of steps, she slowed herself. Her rapid descent was subjecting her 38D breasts to a bouncing that caused her bra straps to dig into her shoulders. Worse, it had teased her nipples awake. They strained against the fabric that encased them and threatened to form visible bumps on the front of her blouse. This would not do. Mr. Landry was a new client and appearing in front of him like a page three girl drawing attention to her chest instead of her business acumen was not the kind of first impression Melanie wanted to give. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. By the time she reached the door to the next floor, she’d steadied herself.
That calm vanished like the sun behind an onrushing storm front as soon as she left the stairwell and walked past the elevators to the conference suite. Standing to one side in the lobby area was Chloe. She was loudly and confidently talking to a coworker, gesticulating with her hands vigorously enough to jostle her tightly dressed boobs. Like twin warriors, Melanie’s nipples roused themselves in challenge at the sight of Chloe’s tits, adversaries they had clashed with once and were so very eager to renew aggression with.
Melanie let out a sharp breath of frustration. The noise caught Chloe’s attention. The glance the woman spared Melanie was short, but there was no mistaking the location on Melanie’s body her gaze had lingered with keen longing just before meeting their owner’s stare and then returning to her colleague.
The moment had lasted barely a second. Any secondary observer would have dismissed the notion that anything had passed between the two busty, attractive ladies. But to Melanie, the event had been as significant as a notarized contract. More than just interest, full-blown intent had been announced, and the look directly in her eyes had signed and sealed the declaration. It was as if Chloe had spoken clearly and out loud that she wanted more than just the quick skirmish they’d had in the elevator that morning. The thought sent her blood racing.
Melanie cursed silently upon seeing her reflection in the glass of the conference room door. Now she had to face her new client with both a pair of aroused nipples and a blush on her cheeks.
———-
On the tube ride home that evening, Melanie noticed a woman she’d seen numerous times before on her daily commute. Older by perhaps a decade, with a thin, hawk-like face, and immaculately permed blonde hair. As always, she was attired in a necklace of pearls and a conservative, scallop-collared blouse buttoned all the way up to her neck, the color of which varied on the day, but which did little to hide the impressive bust beneath it. Nudge had never given Melanie her name, indicating that she wasn’t digitally connected. That hadn’t stopped Melanie from imagining the woman’s inner dialogue concerning her, even though her outward demeanor made it doubtful she had any inclination in the direction Melanie’s reveries were increasingly headed these days.
On this occasion, Melanie kept her eyes averted, eager to avoid a repeat of the embarrassing reaction her body had displayed earlier that afternoon. She felt as if someone, perhaps that woman, was surveying her. She dismissed the idea, reminding herself that her body was still on edge and that she shouldn’t let carnal cravings rule her mind.
She told herself that her lust for matching her prominent boobs against those of another, equally endowed woman were her own peculiar fantasy. Nobody else was like that.
**********
Part 2 – Chloe
[You have time to take the next lift] Nudge prompted.
Chloe slackened her stride and halted in the middle of the lobby of the building where she worked. Several young men in jackets and ties hurried past her to join the morning scramble to the elevators, stuffing themselves uncomfortably into the already cramped car. Chloe mentally thanked her digital assistant. She had no desire to have her new white blouse creased and rumpled by rough contact in a crowded lift. Not against a guy at least.
She scrolled through notifications on her mobile, wondering what news or rumor was going to tilt the markets and cause havoc in her world today. The approaching sound of heels clacking on the lobby tile behind her caught her attention.
[Melanie Galatas] announced Nudge.
Chloe suppressed the urge to look up. Instead, she watched the buxom woman stride with purpose towards her out of the corner of one eye. Melanie’s charcoal grey A-line skirt wrapped itself tight around her ass and stayed close to her legs as it extended down to knee kevel. Below that, stockings in a lighter color tinted her calves and ankles before being outshined by the black heels hugging her feet. Up top, the black satin blouse nestled beneath her charcoal grey blazer did its best to cover the woman’s full-figured chest, which stretched the material and stressed the buttons keeping it closed. Melanie’s perfume, a mid-range one she’d applied excessively, clogged Chloe’s nostrils.
Heat filled Chloe’s chest and rose into her face. Yesterday, she’d learned the answer to a question she’d always had about the full-figured hussy she’d occasionally seen strutting around her new workplace. Her guess had been wrong about the woman with the flowing black hair and penchant for cheap, eye-catching lipstick shades. Those massive breasts weren’t surgically enhanced at all. They were just as natural as Chloe’s proud pair, and just as supple. More surprising, Chloe’s brazen rub against them hadn’t caused Melanie to back up or react with alarm. Even now, the intensity of that encounter, which had teased her large nipples into a fully aroused state, was replaying like a fond memory across her chest. How Chloe wanted to put that brazenly self-satisfied cow in her place…
The bell for the lift rang, and the light indicating Up glowed. Chloe approached the doors, careful not to glance sidewards at Melanie. The other woman, who’d been scrolling through text on her smartphone, looked up at the lift’s arrival. Her head turned towards Chloe, her eyes lit up and smile broadened on her face.
“Good morning,” Melanie said in the direction of a suddenly alarmed Chloe.
“Morning, Miss Galatas,” replied a male voice behind Chloe. “Congratulations on the Landry account.”
[George MacPherson, Continental Sales Director at Brooks Halliday, Melanie’s manager] Nudge informed her quietly.
Chloe entered the elevator, heart still pounding. Melanie, her boss, and two other passengers embarked after her. Chloe tried to calm herself, but her pulse raced in excitement despite her best efforts. She faced away from Melanie so that the sight of the loudly chatting woman wouldn’t irritate her further. She reminded herself that she didn’t need to debase herself in a comparison with so obviously inferior a tart like Melanie. Her assets were without peer.
The lift opened to ingest more riders from the mezzanine level. The people at the front of the car shifted.
[Take one step back] Nudge prompted Chloe.
She did, allowing enough space for an older man with a nearly bald head to squeeze into the corner. At the same moment, something firm pressed into her rear. A breeze carrying Melanie’s perfume wafted over her shoulders and she heard Melanie chirp “ah” in surprise, followed by a little giggle. Her coworker took it as a reaction to something he’d said, and continued their conversation.
But Melanie didn’t disengage the contact between her and Chloe’s backsides. Instead, she maintained her pressure as if the space belonged to her. Chloe fumed. She tensed her glutes, making her buttocks hard. In response, she felt Melanie’s ass cheeks flex in an identical manner.
‘Oh, you want to play that way, do you?’ Chloe thought. With a slow motion, barely noticeable to anyone else in the lift, Chloe pushed her right ass cheek into Melanie’s firm, bulging counterpart. When that didn’t budge her in the slightest, she switched to using her left side. A matching force met her assault and brought it to a standstill.
With concerted effort, Chloe thrust her buttocks into Melanie’s protruding rear end. She was careful not to apply so much pressure that she had to bend forwards. What she hit Melanie with was enough to send a strong, undeniable message.
The answer she received was equally vigorous. The other woman’s ass cheeks, held steady by a pair of well-toned legs, stood their ground. Seconds passed, and the quiet battle between the two females intensified. The supple flesh in each rear end flattened against its opposing number. The initial head-on clash became a stalemate, then worked its way into a slow, almost-imperceptible grind. A flush of embarrassment bloomed on Chloe’s cheeks as she felt her body grow warm with sudden arousal. She refused to retreat from this contest. The urge to escalate her ass-to-ass war with Melanie was overwhelming. Forcing the upstart hussy back into her place would serve her right. But Chloe cautiously prevented her movements from becoming visible to the others in the crowded elevator, and she maintained a calm demeanor on her face.
The lift chimed its arrival two floors below Chloe’s. A few passengers left. Melanie’s boss carried on recounting his recent vacation exploits. The doors slid closed. The car resumed its ascent. All the while, two women remained back to back, fighting each other silently with their ass cheeks pressed together.
Though their movements were imperceptibly slow, Chloe reacted to each shift in the direction of Melanie’s grinding with a speedy counter assault. Her glutes flexed and swiveled. The sensation of her opponent’s buttocks matching every attack with evenly matched force was infuriating. Chloe longed to keep going and wear Melanie down into defeat, no matter how long it took, but time was short. She thrust with everything she had, barely budging her foe and inch. Melanie responded by raising her hips slightly and sliding her ass gradually down Chloe’s rear end. The heat of the conflict built to a stifling level. One final firm caress between their bulging backsides later, the lift arrived at Chloe’s floor.
The short-haired brunette composed herself and exited as if nothing untoward had just occurred. She listened for a reaction out of Melanie, more out of hope than expectation. From behind her, she heard the woman say, “I’ll catch up with you later.”
Chloe had taken four steps down the hall when Nudge interrupted her.
[Wait here a moment. I sense an opportunity.]
Chloe looked ahead, but saw no one. She heard footsteps behind her and turned around.
“Chloe Chesterton, is it?” Melanie’s face was pleasant, but a dangerous gleam shone in her eyes. The sight of the voluptuous woman, so close it filled her vision, raised Chloe’s hackles.
“Yes,” she answered, more defensively than she intended. Recovering, she touched her wireless earpiece and said, “Melanie Galatas, of Brooks Halliday Investments on the 21st floor?” At Melanie’s nod, Chloe added, “Your reputation precedes you.” The flash of emotion that momentarily darkened Melanie’s face let Chloe know she’d scored a point.
“All positive, no doubt. I’m very good at what I do.”
“If you’re here to sell me an investment, you’re wasting your time.”
“Nothing of the sort, Chloe. You seem to be the kind of person who prefers transactions with a much quicker payback.” Chloe quickly picked up the true meaning behind Melanie’s words. “Tell me, did you really expect a satisfying return, given your meager assets?”
Chloe inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly to keep herself from overreacting to Melanie’s insult. The other woman’s faint smile rubbed in the fact that she’d evened the score. That set the brunette’s temper off. She shot back without considering the consequences.
“I’ve got quite a solid position, Ms. Galatas. You should be concerned with how weak your own endowments are.”
Melanie puffed up her ample chest. “They’re thoroughly firm, Missy, something you should know from your recent close study of them.”
“That certainly wasn’t the impression I got from them.”
“Then it sounds like you need more time…” Melanie licked her lips. “…to inspect them in detail.”
The invitation was clear. Chloe wanted so badly to put this common tramp in her place, but she didn’t know where or when.
[The earliest open meeting time with Melanie Galatas is 4pm.] Nudge offered.
It took two more exhales before Chloe cleared her head of the nasty thoughts running through her mind. As tempting as it was, Melanie was beneath her and unworthy of being treated as a rival. “I’ll let you know,” she said, then about-faced and left Melanie seething helplessly.
“Cowardly cow,” Melanie muttered barely above a whisper.
Chloe heard that. Without turning back around, she pulled out her smartphone and tapped it several times before storming off.
**********
Part 3 – Melanie
A chime sounded in Melanie’s ear.
[Received meeting request from Chloe Chesterton. Time: 4 o’clock this afternoon. Location: conference room 1640. Accept?] Nudge delivered the information into Melanie’s ear in its usual matter-of-fact tone.
The disembodied voice had barely finished when Melanie hissed “Yes”. She stood still for a few seconds more, watching Chloe’s ass sashay down the hall. Too soon the other woman’s stockinged legs propelled her around a corner and out of sight. Melanie could still smell the faint odor of Chloe’s perfume lingering in the air where she’d been.
Her brain wanted answers. Who was this prim, stuck-up snot? Why was she so brazenly challenging her? Did she not know the office talk about her, or was she doing this because she had?
Her body wanted action. The contest with Chloe’s buttocks has been far too short. She’d just begun to warm up. Her desire to best the other woman had finally knocked aside her inhibitions. The contact — ass to ass — was not enough. Left to its own devices, her body would have escalated their battle. Back against back. Leg muscles tensed, feet anchored in a test of strength. Pushing, straining, fighting to drive the other backwards. Then… face to face, arms reaching to encircle….
Melanie snapped herself out of it. She collected her wits and brought up her schedule for the day. She had a job to do, she reminded herself. An important video call at 10 and a presentation at 2pm to outside partners. It was time to be her efficient, professional self. Cool and calm.
No matter how hot and bothered the calendar entry at 4pm made her.
———-
Nudge’s reminder late that afternoon came almost as a surprise.
[Meeting in ten minutes with Chloe Chesterton.]
‘Fuck,’ thought a frazzled Melanie. She’d wanted to spend time freshening herself up before her confrontation with Chloe, but instead she was desperately finishing up a final damage control email. Everything had seemed destined for disaster today. The video call with a potential affiliate in Asia had been unexpectedly cold, ending with a weak promise to talk again rather than an agreement to trade Non-Disclosure Agreements. Then in the partners meeting, Chris, one of her subordinates, had gone off script and revealed sensitive customer information in a mistaken effort to impress them.
And her own performance in the face of those two events hadn’t been stellar. Her tongue had tripped over her words. Her demeanor hadn’t been composed or confident. And she knew the cause.
Excitement and worry, eagerness and trepidation. Conflicting emotions held sway over her mind.
All over her appointment with Chloe.
As the hours had ticked by and the time drew closer, her initial tactic of treating it like just another negotiation to tackle ceased to work. There was too much she didn’t know about the other woman. She wanted to win, oh so badly. Was willing to throw herself totally into the fray, no matter how nasty the hussy got. But she wondered what new calamity might arise if she did. Or worse, if she didn’t emerge victorious…
Melanie fired off the email, gathered her purse and left her office. She stopped in the women’s loo on her floor and fixed her makeup. It took four minutes. Too long but also not long enough.
[Chloe is waiting in room 1680] Nudge prompted her.
“I’m on my way,” Melanie muttered back. “She’ll just have to suffer.”
———-
Few people liked the conference suite on the 16th floor. Its interior design had been done by a banking concern that had prided itself on holding onto solid, time-honoured concepts. It had gone insolvent and folded by clinging to those ideals, leaving behind offices decorated in a style just as outdated. Dark wood paneling, ostentatious rugs, and a floor plan that situated most of the conference rooms on the interior. To overcome a lack of conference space elsewhere, the building management had tried to lease them out, promoting the windowless rooms whose thick walls and doors served to prevent discussions from leaking as excellent for secure consultations. Eventually due to lack of takers, they simply opened them for use by all tenants and rolled the cost into their rents.
For hosting client meetings, they were stifling, uninviting, and not conducive to reaching a happy agreement.
But for private confrontations, like the one Melanie’s toned legs were now carrying her towards, they were perfect.
She walked as casually as her racing heart allowed across the tiled foyer in front of the 16th floor elevators. Her clacking heels fell silent as she rounded the corner that led to the long, carpeted hallway towards the final conference room door at the end. Melanie saw no one. Florescent lights — only half filled with bulbs — dimly lit the corridor through yellowed plastic diffusors, as hushed as the whisper of the air conditioning. The very decor promised to cautiously protect any secrets it was witness to.
The door marked 1680 was closed. Melanie tried the handle. It turned. The door squeaked open onto a darkened room. Just then, another door clattered open behind her. From out of room 1679, Chloe Chesterton emerged, a set of keys in her hand and a wry smirk on her red lips.
“Wasn’t sure you’d show,” the short haired brunette said. She wore the same white blouse and dark, narrow skirt as she’d had on that morning, both wrapping her full-figured curves like a second skin.
Melanie sniffed at the waft of perfume that accompanied the other woman’s arrival. “You had me momentarily disappointed as well.” She felt the urge to preen in front of Chloe, to throw her shoulders back and force her to notice her equal, if not superior, chest. The confidence in her rival’s calm demeanor irritated her to no end. “Having any second thoughts?” she teased.
“No, but you seem a little harried. Is this catching you at a bad time?”
Melanie inhaled, stressing the buttons on her black satin blouse to their limits. She stared Chloe down. “I am supremely capable of handling anything thrown my way.”
Chloe met her glare. “Well, then. We shall have to put that to the test.” She slipped past Melanie and flicked on the overhead lights as she strode into the conference room. It was empty except for two rolling conference chairs situated in opposite corners, and a three-high stack of large, rectangular area rugs piled up in the center.
Melanie dropped her purse in the nearest chair. Chloe set the lock in the handle and let go of the door, then proceeded to the remaining chair. The door shut, blocking out the outside world, and closing in two proud office ladies with a score to settle.
Melanie kicked off her pumps and waited. Chloe was fussing with something in her handbag. She finished, and turned around. Seeing Melanie’s shoes, she reached down to take her own off.
[Recording device detected] warned Melanie’s Nudge. She looked about quickly and noticed Chloe’s smart phone propped up atop the woman’s purse. She pointed at it and demanded, “What’s up with that?”
Chloe placed her heels beneath her chair and chuckled softly. “Figures you wouldn’t think of something like this… you do Investments.” She put her hands on her hips and struck an indomitable pose. “I’m in Insurance.”
“Then you won’t mind me recording our negotiation as well, will you?” Melanie took out her own mobile device and enabled the camera for video.
“Not sure why you want a reminder of being humiliated, but you do you…” Chloe said, her tone fully catty now that their conflict was imminent.
Melanie completed her setup, then faced her opponent with a huff. She drew herself to full height and proudly presented her figure in a confident pose. “It’s poor luck on your part that you picked a really bad day to get cross with me, Missy. I’ve had enough aggravation today to last a week, and you’ve put yourself in line to be on the receiving end of a fuck tonne of frustration.” She stepped one foot upon the stacked rugs between the two of them. “Hope you’re ready for what’s coming.”
Chloe mounted the padded rectangle with a swagger, thrusting her chest out and sending her tits wobbling beneath her white silk blouse. “Like I said, ‘harried’. It’s going to be a pleasure to knock a cheap hussy like you down a few pegs.”
“Fuck you, you slag!” Melanie fumed, taking two steps closer to the center of the arena.
Chloe continued, unperturbed. “You drive your body around this place like it’s an Italian sports car but truth is you’re just a drunkard driving a lorry, bashing your ugly, over-sized fenders into others in a clumsy attempt at getting your way.”
“So says Miss Big Barge on the River, a bitch so inconsiderate of other people’s space she thinks she can ram her bumpers against what are indisputably the best in the building.”
The pair were arms length apart now, hissing between excited breaths.
“‘Indisputably’? Let’s put that notion to rest… right here and right now.” Chloe licked her lips unconsciously in anticipation.
Melanie thrust her shoulders back, bosom blossoming out in full brazen display. “You wanna go, huh, ya gussied up whore?”
“Sure do, you air-headed cow!”
“Good. ‘Cause I am really looking forward to crushing your pathetic body.”
“Bring it, bitch! Or are you all bark and no bite?”
Melanie had had enough. She charged, bashing her large breasts into Chloe’s. The initial nipples-first impact between her body and Chloe’s sent a thrilling shiver through her, one she barely felt above her anger. The other woman held her ground and locked eyes with Melanie. The two enraged ladies pushed hard against one another, settling quickly into a stalemate. Hands met in midair, fingers intertwined. Stockinged feet dug into the rug. Calf muscles tensed. Thighs burned with the intensity of the fierce test of strength.
“See?” Chloe panted between grunts of exertion. “Those boobs… are no better… nnmph… than mine.”
“Fucking stuck-up tart,” Melanie growled. “I haven’t even… hnnngh… begun with you yet.”
“Let’s go then, you common slut.”
“Nnrgh!” Melanie cried as Chloe poured on more pressure.
“Hrrn, unh!” Chloe moaned as Melanie met her assault with equal ferocity.
Mashed together in a deadlocked struggle, Melanie and Chloe’s tits battled for over two solid minutes. The force, the pressure, the forward thrust was a direct measure of each woman’s desire to punish, to fight, and to win. Their feminine flesh bulged and mushroomed against their restraining brassieres and elegant tops.
Melanie loved this. Wrestling hot, hard, and heavy with a bitch who was just as into the struggle as she was. Chest to chest, foreheads pressed together, lips wide and teeth clenched, grunting like feral beasts full of uninhibited power and emotion. It was primal. It was invigorating. It was equal parts liberating, vicious and erotic.
Chloe bent her knees and pushed upward. Melanie’s boobs were driven uncomfortably into her chin for a moment, then settled as the slippery satin of her blouse caused Chloe’s tits to slide past hers with tantalizing abrasion. She reared back and drove forward. The impact of her chest against Chloe’s was strong even though the sound of their full breasts slamming together was muffled by their clothing.
Again and again, Melanie and Chloe battered each other. They parted a step, then rammed their heavy globes with all their might. “Mmph!” “Unnh, urgh” “Hnnngh!” the warring women panted and groaned. The back and forth of their shoving reached a crescendo. After yet another painful collision, they settled into a clinch. Both teetered on their tiptoes with neither able to budge the other. Noses clashed. Mouths danced close, threatening as if to bite. As the desire to fully conquer the other escalated, hands reached for and grabbed round ass cheeks. Finger clawed at tender flesh through tight skirts. Hips and stomachs inched nearer and nearer to contact.
“Ahn!” Chloe chirped upon receiving a painful stab in her rear from one of Melanie’s nails. “This what you want, you filthy sleaze? You want my ass?”
“Why would I? Mine’s better.”
“Bollocks. Put your money where your filthy mouth is.”
“Glad to, you prissy skank!”
Melanie broke off her forward assault on Chloe’s chest and took a step back. Her bosom was hot and aching from its skirmish and eager for a break. She followed Chloe’s lead and undid the zipper on her skirt. Staring daggers at one another, the pair stripped their form-hugging lower garments and dropped them to the floor where they were kicked aside.
Wary of foul play but impatient to rejoin their duel, Melanie and Chloe slowly lifted the hems of their blouses, revealing the pantyhose that clung to their waists, hips, and legs, and turned away from each other.
“Ready to finish what you started this morning?” Chloe snapped.
“I started? More like putting you and your pathetic bum back in your place.”
“‘Pathetic’ describes everything about you.”
“Shut up, cunt! You want to fight ass to ass? You got it!”
Melanie bent her backside towards Chloe. Chloe’s rear met hers with a thump. Melanie stifled a moan at the uncommon feeling emanating from her sensitive cheeks. She pushed at Chloe, trying to force her backwards. The other lady didn’t budge. Firm buttocks flexed and ground slowly against one another. Nylon fabric hissed as it slid up and down and side to side. Recognizing they were getting nowhere, the two women escalated their battle, adding thrusts and smacks to their assaults. Round, taut flesh rippled with each impact. On and on, they fought, slamming and slapping their thinly covered posteriors again and again in ever increasing hatred.
“Rrgh,” Chloe groaned. Melanie’s last bump had lifted her off balance and made her right foot lose its purchase on the rug. Melanie pressed her advantage, but Chloe put up a solid wall of resistance. The pair strained harder. Glute muscles tensed. Butt cheeks, already aching from their recent battering, complained in agony at the rough friction they now faced.
Locked tight ass to ass, Melanie arched her back in an effort apply more leverage. Her shoulders met Chloe’s. Soon after, the back of her head encountered Chloe’s skull and wrestled with it. With their heels dug in and their legs working hard, Melanie and Chloe battled in a struggle of strength and resilience. Their palms met. Fingers interlaced and gripped tight. They pushed, smacked and slid their tender buttocks for minute after minute. Pants and grunts erupted from the warring women, keeping rhythm with the incessant clapping of fleshy ass cheeks resounding off the empty walls. Neither seemed able to best the other, but neither could think of backing down now. Inhibitions had been obliterated. Caution thrown to the wind. Both were dead set on fighting to bitter end. Their rumps smacked and slapped over and over. “Unh, mmph, ohh,” the two groaned.
[Heart rate nearing maximum safe cardio level] Nudge interjected in Melanie’s ear.
“Nnngh!” she raged. The pounding in her chest was hard to ignore. Still, she refused to give an inch to the prissy cunt who was straining against her. She paused to take a trio of deep breaths. Chloe rammed into her from behind and bulldozed her nearly a foot across their elevated arena. Melanie halted her slide and fought the other woman to a standstill.
“Give… up…” Chloe growled.
Melanie heard her wheezing with exertion. She gritted her teeth and stood her ground. Their rear ends bashed again and again, jolting pain through their overworked bodies.
“Never… hah… you haughty bitch!”
“I’ll destroy you,” Chloe panted. “You think you’re so well endowed. You’re nothing compared to me, you dumb hussy.”
Melanie moaned at yet another violent impact from Chloe’s ass. “Your buttocks are as inferior as your chest is, you preening cow.”
Chloe roared in anger at that. She thrust her bottom into Melanie’s, bending over as she did so. Melanie rode up onto Chloe’s back, feet leaving the floor suddenly. Rather than carry Melanie’s weight, Chloe swiveled, dumping her foe off to one side.
The two ladies separated. Melanie caught her balance and quickly turned around. Chloe spun as well, hands curved into nasty claws. Melanie saw the flush on her opponent’s cheeks, the sweat beading on her forehead, the heaving of her ample bosom as she sought to calm her laboured breathing. She felt the droplets of perspiration on her own hot face, the wearied complaint of her muscles,
And the fevered desire to tangle with Chloe for as long as it took, until one of them cried out in defeat. Oh, how she wanted to see Chloe’s expression when that happened. Fighting back to back wasn’t satisfying enough. Melanie wanted to get right in Chloe’s face and see the other woman’s anger up close, feel her struggling against her superior body.
“My endowments are far better than yours,” Melanie said upon catching her breath somewhat. “And if you’re still confused about that, I’m more than ready to prove it to you.”
Chloe twisted her face in a snarl. “Fine by me, stupid cunt!” she spat. She undid the single button at her neck and flung her white blouse open. “No sense in ruining high quality MILLY against your common attire.” She removed her top and draped it over one arm of her chair.
Melanie sneered. “‘Common’ describes that bra of yours, bitch.” Melanie’s fingers raced through the buttons on her own satin blouse and shrugged out if it. Underneath the black top, her full figured breasts lay nestled in a smooth grey brassiere edged with floral lace that exposed their rounded upper curves. Quite the contrast to Chloe’s full figured white bra that scarcely covered her equally proportioned bust.
“Some don’t need to flounce around like a hussy, Ms. Galatas. We don’t need the ogling of others to remind us we’re gorgeous.”
Melanie took a step forward. “Those flabby bags of yours are plainly inferior to mine!”
Chloe threw her shoulders back and glared right into Melanie’s eyes. “If your sad sacks want a rematch against my girls, I’m happy to show you who’s the better woman!”
“Good!” Melanie said, slipping the straps of her bra off her shoulders. “I’m going to crush your knockers flat!”
Not missing a beat, Chloe did likewise. The two rivals bared their torsos at the same time. They pulled the cups off their massive boobs and folded them down onto their stomachs, tossing aside the remains of their modesty. All that remained was unbridled animosity, brazen pride, and four naked tits with which to settle the contest once and for all. Chloe’s were creamy white with medium sized areolas, tipped with half inch pink nipples. Melanie’s own pair were a light olive tan like the rest of her skin with brown areolas and equally stiffened nubs.
Chloe panted through clenched teeth in excited anticipation of unleashing her wrath. “You will regret the day you challenged me.”
Melanie tossed stray locks of her black hair back behind her shoulders. “And you’re going to learn a lesson about crossing a better woman the hard way.” She took a step closer. Chloe copied her, bringing their aroused nipples within an inch of touching. Breathing hard through clenched teeth, the pair glared at one another in naked hatred for several seconds. They parked their hands on their hips, elbows jutting out to their sides. Nothing now stood in the way of a clash between their heaving, nude chests.
“Well?” Chloe taunted.
Melanie swiveled her torso to the left. “Take this, bitch!” She swung her tits into Chloe’s. The smack of bare flesh rang loud in the nearly empty room, followed by a whispered sliding of skin across skin as four feminine globes brushed past each other. Chloe’s nipples scraped along Melanie’s sensitive orbs just as the raven haired beauty’s did in return.
“Mmph,” Chloe grunted. She turned her shoulders to her right, swiping her left boob against Melanie’s, then reversed her twist abruptly to deliver a counter blow. Melanie matched her motion, and the two women’s mammaries slammed together in a side-to-side impact with even greater force than before.
“Hnngh!” Melanie groaned. She slapped Chloe’s breasts once more. “Think you’re tough? Huh?”
Chloe grimaced, shrugging off the attack on her tender flesh with a strong exhale. “I’m going to flatten your sorry knockers.” She swung her tits into Melanie’s again and again, eliciting pants and moans from her buxom opponent. “Rrgh,” she yelped in reaction to a retaliatory strike. Melanie’s red lips grinned. Chloe fixed her with a withering gaze. “That the best you got, slut?”
“I’m gonna beat you senseless, you dumb hussy!”
Smack! Slap! Whack! Over and over, the dueling women battered each other’s busts with powerful swings of their proud chests. “Unnh, hunggh, aahhn!” they cried, grunts of exertion mixed with sudden exclamations at each relentless, painful impact. Melanie ramped up the strength behind her assaults and Chloe equaled them. The sharp sound of their large breasts battling it out blow after blow echoed off the walls. Their breathing sped up in time with the increasing tempo of their private tit war.
Melanie’s skin felt more abraded with every rough hit from her foe’s heavy orbs. She gritted her teeth and soldiered through the rising agony emanating from her tender flesh. She was abusing Chloe’s boobs as hard as she could, and knew that the inferior cunt was going to fold sometime. She stared defiantly into Chloe’s eyes and attacked. Fwap! Clap! Whap! The brunette was groaning every time she took a blow. Her jaw hung open, mouth panting hard. Her cheeks glowed a rosy colour. “C’mon, nnh, bitch,” Melanie growled between grunts, “give up.”
Chloe snorted, then thrust her tits upward into Melanie’s. “Hah! Never… ungh… happen.”
Melanie rested her globes on Chloe’s, trying to force her downwards. Chloe resisted. Nostrils flaring, the fighting females settled into a seesaw contest. With equally matched breasts pressed together, they pushed and fought, strained and struggled, testing the limits of their strength, stamina, and will to win. A minute passed, then two. Still, neither woman budged. They rose off their heels, driving themselves forward from the balls of their feet. Supple flesh mushroomed outward. Stiffened nipples stabbed aching areolas. “Mmph” “Oww” “Nnnh!” Tears formed in Melanie’s eyes from the incessant torture.
Suddenly, Melanie’s ankles gave out. Her heels hit the rug and she rocked back a few inches. Chloe yelled, “Hah!” in triumph and shoved her shoulders with both hands in rude dismissal.
“Knew you were a weak little pussy,” the insurance auditor gloated.
“I’m not done yet, you piece of shit.”
“Sure look like it to me.”
Melanie wiped sweat-soaked hair off her forehead and snarled. “I’ll go all night with you if that’s what it takes!”
“I seriously doubt that. Look at your saggy bags. They’ve got nothing left in them!”
“Well, yours…” Melanie fumed, her temper incinerating her last scrap of self control, “Yours are just… fucking…” On impulse, she grabbed Chloe’s breasts with both hands. The other woman yipped in alarm and backed off a step.
Before Chloe could slap Melanie’s arms away, her rival took hold of her nipples with strong fingers. And pinched.
“Gah!” Chloe screamed. She braced her arms across her chest defensively and bent over slightly. Her head shot up to look at Melanie. Her face was twisted in pain and fury.
“Gotcha. Wimp!”
“You ugly common whore!” Chloe thundered. She charged, hands out and claws eager for revenge.
Melanie batted Chloe’s arms aside. The two women fell into a clinch. They groaned as their aching tits rammed together once more. They grunted as their limbs fused their torsos in a close hug. They moaned as nails dug into bare skin, hot breaths baked their shoulders, and the heat from each others bodies made sticky sweat bloom on their faces and chests.
“Ungh… fuck you.”
“Fuck… hah… you, you.. nngh… stupid slut.”
“I’ll… hunh… nnmph.. . crush your pathetic… grrr!”
“Aagh!”
“Nnngaaah!”
The room spun in Melanie’s vision as she and Chloe danced a vicious tango. Then, it tilted. Chloe’s right foot skidded on the edge of the rug. Her weight pulled Melanie with her as her loss of balance toppled the grappling pair to the makeshift mat they’d spent a dozen minutes fighting on.
The collision with the ground only caused a momentary pause in the battle. One brief breath, and Melanie and Chloe set at each other with renewed vigor. Arms wrapped in a tight embrace around naked backs. Nylon-clad legs entwined like pythons. Heads nestled side by side. Their blushing, slick cheeks heated each other’s faces.
In this arrangement, mashed body to body, they began to wrestle in earnest. The warring women rocked in one direction then the opposite. Eager to dominate her hated rival, each sought to fight her way atop the other. They bucked and thrashed. They rolled and tumbled. Fingers gripped fiercely. Legs squeezed firmly. Back and forth on the rough carpet, they two women descended into an orgy of feverish, tightly locked fighting with their nude breasts crushed painfully between them.
Three long, agonizing minutes went by. First one woman would gain the upper hand and try to pin her prone rival, then the other would slip out from underneath of her and gain the top position. Coiled together in a tangle of slithering arms and legs, the nearly nude bodies of the tussling females writhed gradually from one end of the room and back again. They tightened their clutch, wringing the air out of their lungs with ribs aching and ass cheeks clenched taut. Their wild squirming slowly died down to a slow paced grind of pantyhose and moistened skin. Each woman’s attempts at bridging the other off grew weaker. It became a tiring effort just to wrangle the opposite female onto her back and mount her.
But finally, Melanie did, and Chloe lacked the strength to dislodge her. Panting heavily, and ignoring the warnings about her dangerously fast pulse that Nudge was giving in her ear, Melanie bore down with all her weight on Chloe’s exhausted tits. Staring with the last vestiges of their willpower and breathing hot and heavy into each other’s flushed faces, the two women’s chaotic battle came to a halt.
Chloe groaned, then dropped her head to the side. “Please…” she whimpered.
“What’s… hah… that?”
“I… give… Get off of me.”
A thrill ran through Melanie’s nerves. “Admit I’m better.” Arms trapped beneath her defeated foe, she squeezed. “Say it!”
“You win,” Chloe said meekly.
Melanie broke the hug she’d fought Chloe in and rolled to one side. The rush of cool air on her naked breasts eased the throbbing pain they were in from the pounding Chloe’s pair had given them. Sweat beaded on her body. Her muscles complained as she stood up and took in the sight of her vanquished rival splayed out on the floor.
Chloe’s reddened tits heaved. The rest of her lay slack on the rug, unable to move.
Even when Melanie snapped a photo of her with her smartphone. A delight unlike any she’d experienced before filled her from head to toe.
Chloe raised two fingers in a rude salute. “You cheated.”
“How so?”
“By pinching me.”
“Oh, a sore loser? Too bad. You didn’t set any rules.”
“I will next time. And I’ll humiliate you.”
“In your dreams, Ms. Chesterton.”
[You have ten minutes to catch the 5:04.] Nudge interrupted. [Reminder: dinner at 7pm tonight with Nicholas and Sophia Loukanis]
Melanie sighed, and staggered over to her chair to put her uniform of politeness back on.
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On the tube ride home, Melanie hung like a side of meat on her hook. Her body swayed freely as the train took its corners toward her station. Every jolt from the wheels shook her tender breasts, sending sharp stabs of agony through her nervous system. The pain threatened to buckle her legs. Her arms barely kept her upright. Then, the torment miraculously faded away as the analgesic she’d downed before she’d left her office finally began to take effect.
Her sense of her surroundings returned enough for her to notice a woman on her carriage, the one from before who always wore the same silly blouses with scalloped collars. This time, the lady didn’t have any jacket on, and her top was unbuttoned enough to show appreciable cleavage. She was eyeing Melanie’s weakened state, and not too discreetly. Melanie could tell she was considering something fretfully, and had almost come to a decision. She watched the woman teeter on the precipice, wondering whether to stay put, or make a risky move that could lead to something she so badly wanted.
Melanie stifled a smile, and stood up straight, shoulders back in proud, defiant challenge.
For she knew that all the woman needed was a nudge.
The End