STORE ROOM
CONFRONTATION - Part 1
by AVIDMIKE
Christina Frederick smoothed her white silk shirt over her high,
firm breasts as she readied herself for her nighttime
bartending job. The women’s restroom was small and cool on
this fall evening but she could already hear the sounds of
the bar’s clientele outside. She flipped her soft brown hair
back and made some more adjustments to her bartending
outfit. She wriggled her upper body a little as she tucked
in her shirt. She had chosen the top for its comfort but her
breasts were still a little tender from the previous
weekend. Christina had bloomed early in junior high school and
ever since had always enjoyed comparing her body to other
girls’. She was tall and slender but she had an impressive
set of firm and heavy breasts. She was also, she well knew,
a bitch, and she had long ago determined to take no attitude
from other girls. She was working class and despised other
young women who thought they were better than her.
As she studied her tawny features and dark, curly hair with
its streaks of blonde softly framing her face she gently
cupped her breasts until the cleavage bulged out a little
beneath the unbuttoned silk collar of her blouse. She closed
her eyes and groaned a little as she felt the weight of her
warm boobs in her hands. She had recently started on the
pill and her breasts were tender now—and, she noted with
satisfaction, seemingly a little bigger than they’d been
before she went on the birth control.
As big as that bitch Rhonda’s, she thought to herself
grimly. It might have been an effort to convince herself of
that fact, but at the moment it sounded convincing. She
finally finished readying herself and stepped out behind the
bar. There were only a few customers and Rhonda, the
cocktail waitress, had not yet arrived. Her coworkers had
all warned her about Rhonda when she had taken the
bartending job, but they didn’t have to. The cocktail
waitress had a reputation as a hellion that went all the way
back to high school. She had been a groupie for heavy metal
bands and had a hard rock and roll background. She was a
couple of years older than Christina and as tall as the brunette,
maybe a little taller. She had the same lithe, athletic,
long-legged build as the brunette and, Christina had to admit,
the most spectacular breasts she had ever seen. Christina
remembered the first time she had seen just how tall Rhonda
was at a function in high school. At 5’10” Christina was used to
looking down every time she met a new girl; when she’d been
introduced to Rhonda, who at the time had been a senior, she
had turned and found herself almost staring right into the
redhead’s chest. She’d been taken aback to look up and see
another girl meeting her eyes at a level, maybe even looking
down at her a little. Even then she’d gotten a little
frisson of jealousy or competitiveness from the redhead;
maybe she’d felt obliged to check out Christina’s tits the same
way the brunette had eyed her rack, even if it had been
unintentional. But she’d usually only seen the big redhead
from a distance after that so there was no chance for any
further friction to develop between the girls.
Rhonda usually wore a red turtleneck sweater that showed off
her incredible rack to advantage, making her seem almost
subtle in comparison to the other waitresses who liked to
show off cleavage. She had an amazing head of thick, flaming
red hair, swept back from her head like a lion’s mane, and a
coolly cruel face with a sharp little nose and a dusting of
freckles that offset her hard looks with a touch of
cuteness. Her eyes were cold and she always seemed to look
down her nose at Christina’s chest whenever she came up to the
bar to place an order. Christina always delighted in those little
moments when the redhead was leaning in to speak to her over
the din of the bar and she could lean forward herself and
give the cocktail waitress a good view of her own chest. She
liked to wear loose shirts that fell open when she bent over
to give others a look at her bra-cupped boobs hanging down,
almost jiggling free of their moorings. Once in a while
Rhonda would wear something equally loose and show off the
tops of her big, freckled breasts. Christina had to admit that
they might just be slightly bigger than hers, but she
doubted they were any harder. She often wondered what would
happen if their two chests were to collide head on.
Rhonda was a bully who often seemed to terrorize the other
cocktail waitresses, but so far she had never crossed
Christina.
But Christina had recently muscled her way into confrontations
with a few other girls outside the bar, and she found
herself more and more fascinated by the idea of goading the
big redhead into a confrontation. She knew what it was like
now to bully another girl and she wondered what the outcome
would be between two bullying girls used to having their own
way. Like everyone else Christina had been afraid of Rhonda and
other girls like her in high school, but now she knew what
it was like to have another girl fear her and she liked the
feeling. All through school the fights she had seen had been
very one-sided, bully-girls terrorizing other girls. She had
never seen two tough bullies face each other down and she
had always wondered what would happen in such a mean,
evenly-matched fight.
To be continued