After Hours by Rough Catfights
Diba and Shikha worked at a prestigious bank in Copenhagen, executives in international banking. Shikha (left) was from India and had sable colored brown hair. Diba (right) had darker hair that was shiny black. She was of Syrian descent. They were intelligent and hardworking and excelled in their careers. Both were stunning and sexy as hell. The two had started at the bank around the same time. From the beginning, the two did not get along. Diba was popular and was liked by everybody at the bank. Shikha was cold and abrasive with everyone, especially Diba.
Diba tried to work with Shikha but found it to be impossible. Everyone noticed the tension that existed between the young women and how cruel and hostile Shikha could be toward Diba. Co-workers asked Diba why she put up with Shikha. Outwardly, she would usually just grin and bear it…always flashing that lovely smile. But, inside she was burning with a deep desire to fight Shikha. A long, nasty catfight with them desperately going at it. She was thinking about it more and more…day and night. The feeling grew in intensity as Shikha became increasingly more vile and hateful. Perhaps she was trying to provoke the raven haired beauty. Every single day Diba dealt with the bitch and every day the tension grew. Diba knew she could take her in a fight. She desperately craved it more and more as she thought of all the ways she wanted to punish Shikha. Not only did she want to battle Shikha, she wanted to thoroughly humiliate her as well. She wanted her to suffer emotionally as well as physically.
Hate wasn’t a strong enough word for how Diba felt. She truly despised Shikha and she knew this spiteful cunt felt the same way about her. These two sultry females were becoming true enemies. It was growing exponentially every day. Behind the softly alluring eyes and designer clothes were two burgeoning wildcats yearning to tear into one another.
The women were destined to clash and they both knew it.
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It was Saturday. Diba sat at a little outdoor cafe enjoying lunch when she received a text from Shikha. This never happened. What the hell could she want?
“We settle this tonight, Diba. Meet me at my place at 8 pm.”
Diba responded, “Alright. I’ll be there.”
Finally Diba thought, the two of them would be alone to settle this. The remains of the day drug on, but it eventually came time for their rendezvous.
The sun set. Diba headed for Shikha’s apartment across town in a sexy black Louis Vuitton dress that clung tightly to her beautiful body. She arrived at the apartment and rang the bell. Shikha soon came to the door. Ironically, she was also adorned in a tight, sexy black dress. They stared intently at one another for moment, both girls filled with a smoldering hatred.
”You and I are going to work this out between us,” Shikha coldly exclaimed.
Diba walked into Shikha’s apartment with a confident stride. “I’ve had enough of your shit, Shikha. Yeah, tonight I kick your ass,” Diba said, smiling.
Shikha was surprised by Diba’s brashness. This was a girl who wasn’t going to take Shikha’s abuse any longer. Shikha instinctively knew she was going to have her hands filled with this sexy beauty. But she was ready and willing to indulge in this catfight. After all, she had invited this girl over.
Diba was jumping at the chance to battle her rival. The smell of their sweet perfume drifted between them. The apartment was spacious and stylish. The women walked toward the center of the living room. They faced each other a few feet apart. The moment of truth.
Shikha shook her head slowly and laughed. “You think you look hot in that little black dress?”
”I’m hotter than you are, cunt,” Diba responded.
Shikha slapped Diba’s face…”Call ME a CUNT? Fucking bitch. You will go down hard tonight.”
Diba smiled as she rubbed her cheek and then suddenly struck Shikha with a vicious open hand across the face. “Fuck you, nasty whore. I’ll win tonight. You’ll see…” Diba said with confidence.
Shikha felt the stinging pain as her eyes welled with tears. She grabbed Diba’s long dark hair and pulled her in close, clasping her chin. “Maybe you CAN fight, Diba. Yes, maybe you can..”
Diba’s fingers crept into Shikha’s mane and she pulled vigorously. Shikha’s head and neck arched back sharply as she moaned. The girls pulled heartily at their lovely hair. They swayed back and forth, pulling hair and struggling, bodies thrashing. “You will be begging for mercy, Shikha. I promise you that.”
The young women groaned as they pulled and yanked harder and harder to see who could take the most hairpulling. Shikha released her grip on Diba’s hair and began to claw at her rival’s face. Diba shrieked as the bitch dug deeply into her, leaving red scratch marks. Diba clasped her fingers around Shikha’s throat and dug her own fingernails into the girl’s neck. Shikha gasped and began to go down as Diba pressed into her.
”You’re not winning this, bitch..” Diba promised.
Shikha, down on one knee and being choked, resorted to a dirty move. She drove her fist into Diba’s soft pelvis…a low blow which sent a sharp pain coursing through her womanhood. Diba staggered back and Shikha advanced towards her, slapping her hard across the face. Diba fell against a nearby wall, softly groaning and in pain.
Shikha smirked as she swiftly drove a fist into Diba’s tight little stomach. “Stupid cunt. You should’ve never come here tonight. She kneed Diba savagely between the legs, directly into her crotch. Diba collapsed to the floor. Shikha knew that dirty fighting would give her an advantage. She pulled Diba up by the hair and punched her face, splitting her lip. As scarlet blood trickled from Diba’s mouth, Shikha pushed her back into the wall.
“This will be easier than I thought..” Shikha gloated. “I drew first blood, bitch.”
She had indeed drawn first blood and any lesser female would have been shaken by this. Not Diba. She had grown so sick and tired of Shikha’s voice…cruel and condescending. She had heard it constantly for months and now this girl was beginning to dominate their fight. Diba knew that she would have to do something soon or she would lose…
Shikha clasped Diba’s face and taunted her. “What will you do, Diba? What will you do, except suffer for me?”
Their eyes connected in a fiery gaze. Diba gave her nemesis a hearty push and punched her in the face. Stunned and shocked, Shikha stumbled back, cursing angrily. Diba advanced and backhanded Shikha viciously. Now the tide of battle had turned back in Diba’s favor.
The women stood back at the center of the living room and scowled at each other, their lips curling in anger. They leapt at one another and savagely clashed…slapping and clawing flesh in a mad frenzy. Back and forth the gorgeous females indulged themselves in a private war. They began tearing at the black designer dresses they wore, ripping at the fine fabric as they cried and screamed.
”Nasty BITCH. I fucking hate you so much…” Diba declared.
They stripped their tight dresses off in no time and the beauties paused a moment, their bodies glowing with a sheen of sweat. Both were topless and wore tiny white thong panties. They looked each other over, head to toe, for the first time…checking out their fine bodies. They couldn’t believe it was finally happening.
”Stupid whore,” Shikha hissed.
”Fuck you, dirty cunt..” Diba replied.
The womens’ lovely breasts shined and their nipples were hard and erect. Shikha suddenly slapped Diba hard and began to maul the raven haired girl’s soft breasts, scratching at them cruelly with her nails. Diba wailed in pain and sank her fingernails into Shikha’s light brown tits. All they could do was scream and howl in agony as they maliciously abused each other’s breasts. The women scratched one another till their their golden breasts were fiery red and covered with claw marks and abrasions. They fell to their knees as they kept attacking their proud tits. Soon the two combatants were drawing blood as fine crimson streams cascaded down their sweaty skin…
”I’ll fucking ruin you,” Shikha cried.
“Shut your stupid mouth,” Diba exclaimed as she covered Shikha’s mouth with her hands and smothered her.
Dirty fighter that she was, Shikha again clawed like an animal at Diba’s face and then tried to gouge her eyes. This girl was clearly out to do some permanent damage.
Diba yanked hard at Shikha’s hair and both women fell to the floor. They wrestled…their bodies clenched tightly together. Shikha bit Diba’s sleek throat and continued to sink her sharp nails into her rival. The women rolled as one on the floor, their bodies desperately bound together. Diba scratched Shikha’s neck, leaving several long red marks. They choked one another as they tangled, hands clasping and squeezing exquisite throats. As the fiery vixens tried to crush each other’s windpipes, they gasped for air. They might very well kill each other this night.
Diba rose atop Shikha and smiled as she tightened her grip. Tighter..yes, tighter… “Die, bitch..” Diba cried. Shikha’s eyes glazed over and she almost passed out as Diba kept choking her. Shikha thrust a knee between her dark haired opponent’s legs, catching her right in her soft pussy. Shikha laughed as Diba fell to the floor. Pain rocked her sweet body. Shikha applied a vicious rear chokehold. Diba tried to rise to her feet but her hateful enemy held her tightly and pulled her hair to force her to stay down in the floor.
Shikha kept the vicious chokehold firmly applied as the women struggled and got to their knees. Diba elbowed Shikha in the stomach twice and forced her to release the hold. The young women paused a moment, panting and sweating. They crawled on all fours and slowly circled round one another in the floor, like a couple of wildcats.
The young women gradually rose to their feet again. Shikha spat in Diba’s face. The black haired girl slapped her enemy hard across the cheek for that indecency. They grabbed each other’s manes of silky hair again…pulling and swaying violently as they clashed. Shikha dug her claws into Diba’s gorgeous breasts again. Diba returned the favor and pinched Shikha’s dark brown nipples. They fell back onto the couch that was just behind them and then tumbled to the floor again.
Shikha pulled Diba up by her hair and flung her into the wall. She dug her fist into Diba’s midsection, pounding her twice. Diba punched her opponent in the pelvis. Shikha doubled over in excruciating pain. “Fuck….Bitch, I’ll kill you..” Shikha groaned hoarsely. A savage elbow into Diba’s stomach. Back and forth..give and take…
Shikha reached into Diba’s panties and began to maul the poor girl’s pussy. Diba, once again proving she could give as well as receive explicit punishment, attacked Shikha’s cunt with her long fingers. The two women clawed at their womanhood and pulled at silky pubic hair. They screamed in pain at the agonizing abuse they were dishing out. The two had lost all track of time as the catfight raged on and the girls found new ways to hurt one another. Their hatred burned red hot.
The two tigresses collapsed to the floor, exhausted and in pain, their gorgeous bodies locked together. Again, Shikha thrust her hand between Diba’s thighs and clawed at her pussy. Diba tore at Shikha’s throat.
They stopped for a moment to observe the damage they had done. Both were now covered with red abrasions, scratches and welts. Many of their injuries were bleeding. They glared at one another again…so full of vile hatred…
”Fuck you..” Shikha muttered.
Diba responded by giving her nemesis the middle finger as she weakly smiled.
Shikha slowly rose to her feet and staggered into the nearby kitchen. Diba got to her feet and followed Shikha. Just as she was about to enter the kitchen, Shikha came charging out brandishing a large knife! She lunged at Diba. The women struggled as Shikha tried to plunge the deadly steel into Diba’s chest…
”You..fucking..cunt.…” Diba cried. She knew she was now fighting for her life.
Shikha pressed the knife closer and closer to Diba. It was so close to piercing one of her gorgeous breasts, the sharp blade almost touching her silky skin. Diba had a sudden surge of strength and knocked the knife from Shikha’s hand. She then punched Shikha in the face…once, twice..then a third time…as blood gushed down Shikha’s face. She fell to the floor and Diba went and grabbed the knife. The raven haired beauty had a crazed look in her eyes and Shikha became gripped with terror.
”No Diba! Oh, God..please…please…”
Diba ripped at Shikha’s hair with one hand and held the deadly knife to her adversary’s throat. “I should slit your fucking throat!” Diba exclaimed.
”No..NO…please..” wailed Shikha. Diba pressed the cold steel into Shikha’s wet flesh, almost breaking the skin. Diba suddenly stopped. She threw the knife across the room.
”Oh no, girl. I want you to live. Live with the humiliation..after I BEAT you.” Diba told her hated rival.
Shikha desperately tried to scamper away but Diba grabbed her leg and pulled her back quickly.
”No, baby. You’re not going anywhere!”
Diba clasped Shikha’s hair and pulled her back into the living room on all fours, then shoved her onto the floor. Shikha lay on her back as Diba stared down at her…
”Now…I finish this my way.” Diba smiled. She finally had the arrogant girl exactly where she wanted her.
“Please….you win, Diba…you win..” Shikha begged.
Diba stood over her co-worker and pulled off her panties. Shikha had a confused look on her face. She just wanted this night to end. She regretted she ever awoke this wildcat. “What..the fuck are you doing?”
Without saying a word, Diba crouched down and began to grind her pussy into Shikha’s face. Diba felt the hateful bitch squirming between her creamy thighs…heard her muffled cries…
”Yes….oh YES, you fucking bitch. Lick me, you dumb slut. You stupid whore…lick my pussy..” Diba softly cried as she dominated this cruel girl. She held nothing back. It’s what she had dreamed of doing since they first met. “Mmmm…lick my pussy, girl. You know I beat you, tonight.”
Diba kept grinding her sleek pussy into Shikha’s pretty face. Finally, after months of cruel abuse, the bitch was finally getting hers. Shikha cried for mercy. Diba kept at it for several minutes, loving every moment. It was the ultimate in shame and humiliation and Diba wished her other co-workers could see what she was doing. She imagined them all cheering her on as she climaxed in Shikha’s face. Sweet victory belonged to her and she was so turned on by it.
Finally, Diba released Shikha and stood. She looked down at her vanquished opponent, her face covered with red scratches and white cum. Diba smiled triumphantly as Shikha wept. It was a stinging defeat, leaving the poor girl broken and crying.
”Now..I don’t think you will be fucking with me anymore, will you?” Diba demanded.
”No…no…” Shikha admitted through her painful tears.
Diba reached down and viciously tore out a clump of Shikha’s healthy brown hair. “This will be my trophy…perhaps for my scrapbook?” Diba sneered. She waved the hair in Shikha’s face.
”My hair….oh, fuck…my hair..” Shikha cried.
”When we show up at work tomorrow, scratched and bruised, you will tell everyone that I won this fight, won’t you? You will tell them that I am more woman than you are….more woman than you will ever be.” Diba exclaimed.
”Yes…yes..I’ll tell them all you won, bitch.” Shikha was decimated, both in mind and body. No more abuse from this beaten woman. Never again.
Diba picked up her dress and slipped it back on. It was torn and damaged, but she could still wear it. She thought for a moment. “I want you to resign tomorrow. I don’t want to see you at the bank anymore, understand? Oh..and you’re buying me a new Louis Vuitton too, darling.” Diba said, smiling her beautiful smile. “The sad part is that we could have been friends. God knows, I tried. But it is too late for that now, isn’t it? Yes, far too late….Fuck you, Shikha..and goodbye”.
Diba left Shikha lying in the floor…moaning and crying softly..totally humiliated. The bitch deserved it though. It was a long time coming.
As for Diba, she had never felt more like a woman. Finally, her secret desire had become reality.
The End
