STORE ROOM
CONFRONTATION - Part 3
by AVIDMIKE
There were plenty of admiring glances coming her way as she
tended bar, but she wondered if she was generating the same
excitement that Rhonda was as she swaggered out there on the
floor, bending over and showing off those jiggling tits to
every customer. Unconsciously she tugged her shirt waist
down into her skirt, yanking just a little bit more cleavage
into visibility for the patrons to view. Soon Rhonda was
back at the bar, shouting out an order Christina could barely
hear and leaning over the counter with her creamy,
lightly-freckled cleavage spilling over the top of her
blouse. Christina moved in and leaned down until her own boobs
were touching the flat wooden surface, taking care not to
get her front into anything wet. For a second she and Rhonda
were nose to nose, glaring into each other’s faces until
Christina slipped past her rival’s face and nestled in close to
her soft ear again. “Why don’t you keep your big jugs off my
counter, bitch?” she said, her lips brushing the other
girl’s earlobes lightly. “There isn’t room for four tits on
this bar.”
“I’m glad you’re full of big talk right now, baby, because
I’m going to shut that smart mouth of yours for good in one
hour,” Rhonda said.
“I said get your fucking tits off my bar, whore!” Christina
practically shouted the challenge into Rhonda’s ear knowing
the din of the customers would prevent them from hearing
anything. This was perfect, she thought. They could say
anything they felt like saying now.
“Why don’t you knock them off if you’re such a big woman?”
Rhonda replied, even twisting a little to let her check and
lips caress the side of Christina’s face.
Christina leaned in even closer and tried to avoid the temptation
to take a chunk out of the redhead’s ear. The wooden bar
between them felt like a cage now that imprisoned them both
and Christina almost felt she could claw through the structure
with her bare hands just to get at Rhonda. “Maybe I ought to
just reach up and squeeze some of the milk out of those two
melons of yours,” she said firmly.
“Maybe I should do the same thing and we can just find out
who can take more pressure, pussy priss,” Rhonda countered.
Despite the threat Christina doubted either girl could get away
with that kind of move without someone in the bar seeing.
“Maybe I should do it and find out how much milk a cow like
you can give, you fucking gutter trash” Christina said.
“Why don’t you just suck on my big ones and find out you big
hard bitch,” Rhonda snapped back. Christina almost swooned at
this flood of unrestrained gutter talk coursing between
them.
“You know what?” Christina continued. “I don’t think I felt much
nipple when you were titting me up back there. I’ll bet
you’ve got nothing but weak little pink nothings on the
front of those tits.”
“Well that’s funny because I was just thinking the fronts of
your tits felt like they didn’t have any nipples on them at
all,” Rhonda countered. “I’ll bet if I was to suck on you
I’d have to look all night to find those things.”
“No you wouldn’t, honey, because they’d be poking your
fucking eyes out first,” Christina snarled back at her enemy.
“Then maybe I’d just have to bite them good and hard first,
Christina; what do you think about that? You’re going to find out
what I’ve got up front and find out good pretty soon,”
Rhonda said roughly.
“Then maybe I’ll just have to bite yours too, bitch,”
Christina
said. For what seemed like minutes the girls said nothing,
just letting the sides of their faces touch, their soft hair
mingle together. Christina felt a moment of uncertainty after all
the heated bravado. What WOULD they do to each other back
there? “Should I rip that blouse right off you after we
close tonight, honey?” she said almost experimentally,
wondering how the redhead would respond.
“Fuck no; you’re not worth losing a silk blouse over,
pussy,” Rhonda said. “You just meet me back there and you’ll
see what I’ve got in mind.” With that Rhonda took her order
and retreated again from the bar, but not before flashing
Christina another deadly look, this time aimed directly at her
boobs. Christina felt almost as if her quivering breasts had been
slapped by the intensity of Rhonda’s expression. Now she was
furious that it was Rhonda who got to circulate around the
bar and come back to face Christina when she pleased; it was
almost as if the redhead was controlling their entire
conflict at this stage, a fact that made Christina even more
determined to take the showdown to Rhonda when the
opportunity arose. As she worked she drank in all her
memories of the redhead, especially their working
relationship. Now she could remember one other time Rhonda
had worn a silk blouse to work, again somehow finding a day
when Christina had worn the same thing. It had been the first
time they’d been backed up back there in the storeroom, only
this time it was before Christina had been promoted and they were
equals. Rhonda had never been friendly to her but she had
never been openly hostile either. But that one time she had
silently tried to maneuver past Christina in the narrow aisle of
the storeroom and Christina had been shocked when the redhead had
dragged her big breasts right across hers, even seeming to
take her sweet time as their four shaking boobs had somehow
maneuvered laboriously around one another. For a second
she’d been afraid the buttons of their blouses would tangle
and tear the smooth shirts wide open, letting their boobs
loose only in brassieres, clattering against one another.
Maybe Christina had squeezed her eyes shut for a second at that
thought…or maybe she had secretly wondered what would have
happened if those loose blouses HAD ripped open.
And what if neither of them had been wearing a bra at all?
Christina realized that yes; she had thought even this, even
considered this unimaginable possibility during that brief
second or two while they had maneuvered against each other
chest to chest. She had always considered Rhonda’s chest to
be enormous, invincible and intimidating—but for that one
second her own big boobs seemed to be equals to the
redhead’s pair, just as heavy, just as soft in repose and
just as hard and unyielding when pressed—maybe even harder
now when pressed against another big pair of breasts,
against potential enemies. Had she always thought of the
redhead’s heaving rack like this? Just hidden it from
herself until the other girl had declared war? Maybe, she
thought, she had even instigated some of the little duels in
the storeroom aisle—maybe she’d waited a few times until she
knew Rhonda was back there and barged into the cramped space
to compete with the other girl head to head like two rams
smashing horns. Her boobs were like that, she realized—just
like ram’s horns, a signal to other competing females to
give way or be crushed.
As she burroughed back into her own thoughts and memories
the bar seemed to clear itself of customers. Rhonda fussed
over a final table of drunks who stayed on well past
closing, but that gave Christina plenty of time to balance her
cash drawer and put things away. She didn’t want any
responsibilities left when she and Rhonda were finally
alone. She watched Rhonda tend the drunks for another
fifteen minutes, handing the redhead glasses of water when
she needed them. Even though she knew the drunks were too
far gone to care it was too quiet now in the emptied bar for
her to exchange words with Rhonda, and they only said what
needed to be said to get the job done, albeit with voices
thick with hatred now. Finally the last group wandered
toward the door just as Christina was putting her drawer in the
back office; she knew she would now have to lock the door
behind them as a last step. She got up from the office desk
just as Rhonda slipped inside the little room. The door was
open but they were momentarily hidden from the departing
customers. Rhonda stared coolly at Christina and then delivered a
whip crack slap to her face; then she whirled around and
stalked back into the storeroom.
Christina’s head rang from the slap and she had to fight off the
urge to tear after the redhead and jump her to take her
revenge. The bar door was wide open to the night and she had
to close it before someone else walked in. She strode to the
door, rubbing the stinging cheek where Rhonda had slapped
her, then closed the door roughly and slipped the bolt into
place. She stood for a second in the utter, dark silence of
the bar, knowing that Rhonda waited for her in the
storeroom, knowing that they were finally and completely
alone with no one to stop them from consummating their
hatred for one another now.
The brunette took measured steps across the floor towards
the back room, steadying herself. She felt almost as if she
were about to enter some witch’s lair in a fairy tale. As
she got past the office she realized that the lights were
out in the storeroom. Had Rhonda slipped out through the
back door and escaped her? She felt a rush of fury at that
thought, particularly since her cheek was still tingling
from the other girl’s slap. In the darkness she could see
the open windows at the top of the storeroom walls that led
out to the street—the storeroom was sunk below street level
and she could see the feet of a few stragglers walking past
the windows above.
Something caught her eyes and she glanced to her left at the
office she’d just abandoned. She saw Rhonda’s silk blouse
and bra draped over the chair in the little room; all the
lights but one fluorescent desk bulb had been turned off
there, but it was light enough to see that the redhead’s
skirt was neatly folded underneath the blouse and bra.
Christina
lifted the skirt but saw no panties or other underwear
there…which meant that Rhonda was either dressed only in
panties in the storeroom, or she was nude back there.
Christina
couldn’t resist the temptation to pick up the redhead’s
black bra and slide it under the light just long enough to
confirm what she suspected: Rhonda wore the exact same cup
size as she did. But Rhonda wouldn’t know that, she thought
to herself. Now maybe she had a slight advantage.
Christina unbuttoned her blouse and slipped out of it, then
arched her back and undid her bra, laying each on top of
Rhonda’s clothing. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of
it, then thought briefly about whether to strip completely
nude. Until she had proof Rhonda was nude she saw no need to
make herself any more vulnerable than she was. She took a
look at herself in the office mirror one last time. Her body
was lean and tawny, her stomach flat, rippling with muscle
from her frequent workouts. The sheer nylon shorts clung to
her curvy, sleek athlete’s hips and tamped down the black
forest of fur between her limber, muscular legs. Shocking,
stark white half circles marked the lower half of her
perfectly round breasts, and her nipples and aureoles were
an even darker brown than the well-tanned skin of her upper
breasts and face. The creamy whiteness of her unexposed
breast skin somehow made her boobs look even bigger and more
threatening, she thought—or was that just wishful thinking?
Whatever the case, she knew that at least for the moment,
the appearance of her breasts didn’t matter. Whatever
initial skirmish Rhonda had planned for them looked like it
was about to take place in near total darkness.
Christina stepped slowly down the hall that led to the back room
after extinguishing the office light. The few neon
advertising lights that lit the abandoned bar faded into the
distance behind her as she advanced into the storeroom. She
felt her way along the walls and let the click of her high
heels announce her presence to Rhonda.
“Come into the center aisle and take off your shoes,”
Rhonda’s voice emerged out of the darkness. She spoke
quietly, obviously pitching her voice so as not to be heard
by anyone outside. Christina thought the chance of that was slim,
but obviously they weren’t going to be screaming at each
other in this dark storeroom. Christina reached down and slipped
off her shoes, then tossed them back behind her one by one.
She had no proof that Rhonda was barefoot but the redhead
would not be able to move without revealing that, and
Christina
was ready to retreat if she heard Rhonda advancing on her in
her shoes.
Christina felt her way to the entryway to the long, narrow
central aisle. From the sound of her last statement Rhonda
was somewhere well down the aisle, maybe all the way at the
end. “Are your tits bare?” came the redhead’s low voice
again.
“Yeah, my tits are bare,” Christina replied challengingly, before
adding “Is your ASS bare?”
“No, my ass isn’t bare yet, bitch, so if you want to put
your panties back on right now go ahead.”
“My ass isn’t bare either,” Christina said, swallowing. She hoped
Rhonda couldn’t read the uncertainty in her voice. There was
very little between the two enemies now: almost no clothing
to hide behind, only a few feet of space, and clearly very
little time. Christina jumped as she heard a sudden, mysterious
and frightening noise that she quickly realized was Rhonda
dragging her nails along the sides of the storeroom aisle as
she walked toward Christina. It was like some primitive Zulu
drumbeat designed to terrify an enemy, and in the sheer
blackness of the aisle Christina had to admit the sound was
harrowing. But she forced herself to bulldoze ahead and she
too raked her nails along the wooden shelves and cardboard
boxes so that Rhonda could read where she was along the
corridor. The noise grew in volume and intensity and as
Christina
moved forward she realized there was another reason for the
nail-dragging signal—to show that neither girl was advancing
with those claws ahead of them. Christina’s pulse raced even
quicker as she realized they were heading straight down this
gauntlet towards one another on a collision course, their
bare breasts exposed and leading the way. The raking noise
continued until the brunette was almost certain the redhead
would be on her at any second, then Rhonda’s progress
sharply halted and Christina actually drove her nails into the
wood to keep herself from going any further.
She could see only an indeterminate, dark shape ahead of
her, possibly Rhonda’s big mane of hair blotting out the
rest of the darkness. She could feel the other girl’s breath
on her face, smell all the sweet, erotic girl scents pouring
off the other woman, even the slightly rank smell of an
unshowered body after an 8 hour shift of work, and the
miasma of smoke and liquor that Christina knew hung over her
almost naked body too. And she also thought she could sense
something else, a hint of displaced air rushing about her
bare breasts, the feeling of another pair of lightly
quivering, heavy, naked mammary glands hovering dangerously
close to hers. They might have been a centimeter away or a
foot, but there was a tangible sense of their presence
almost as if the twin orbs were enemy planets with their own
powerful gravity wells tugging at Christina’s celestial spheres.
Christina remembered the horrible excitement she’d felt years ago
at a summer camp when she and another girl had compared
breasts in secret and pressed their nascent, bare breasts
together just to see what it felt like. She had never had
the chance to do such a thing again and now it seemed
unavoidable that she would very soon undergo the very same
experience but with a harrowing new twist. There would be
nothing friendly about this contact between her breasts and
Rhonda’s, if that was what was about to happen. She couldn’t
imagine what touching the bare skin of a girl she hated
would be like.
After a long, terrible silence in which she heard only the
muffled sounds of the street outside and Rhonda’s and her
own soft breathing, Rhonda’s low voice emerged from the
darkness. “Stick out your tits,” she murmured.
Christina swallowed a second time, her throat dry, and said “You
stick out yours.” She didn’t have to add the word “Bitch” to
the sentence—the raw hostility in both girls’ voices was all
that was needed.
“I’m just one step away from showing you whose are best,”
Rhonda said firmly. “You think you’re ready for that?”
“Don’t make me laugh, honey,” Christina said. The tension of
waiting to see who would strike first and how was making her
nervous as hell, but the adrenaline rush vibrating through
her body was still very pleasurable. She had loved all the
bitchy talk that had passed between them this evening, and
now that they stood almost naked in near pitch blackness,
all that stood between them for the moment was talk.
Christina
knew that on that level at least she could give the big
redhead every bit as good as she got. “Don’t think I didn’t
check that body of yours out the first time I saw you even
in high school. You always shook your ass like you were some
big whore. Well I’ve never been impressed.”
“Oh, don’t you think I haven’t had my eye on you for a long
time too, Christina,” Rhonda assured her. “You always thought you
were such the big tall bitch shoving her knockers in
everybody’s face until I came along. And you gave me twice
as much attitude after they made you bartender. Well you’re
not my boss now, slut; you’re just a nice tall bitch in her
bare feet with bare tits, no better than me.”
“Oh I’m sure this is all about finding out who’s boss, baby,
but you just might be surprised by who comes out on top of
this,” Christina said.
“Don’t worry; I plan on coming out on top, all the way,”
Rhonda retorted.
“And just how do you plan on doing it, Rhonda?” Christina
demanded.
When Rhonda spoke again, it was with an even chillier tone,
barely above a whisper: “I told you I’d beat your tits
tonight and I meant it.”
Christina matched her tone decibel for decibel: “And I told you
I’d beat yours, bitch.” The brunette struggled to control
her own quivering body. At this point anything could still
happen, she realized, and with the intensity behind each
girl’s voice she wouldn’t be surprised if Rhonda lashed out
at her with hands, claws or fists right now. But she still
kept her arms down and back behind her, left her tingling
breasts exposed and vulnerable. If Rhonda really wanted to
do it this way, she was ready.
“I want to fight you with just tits,” Rhonda said thickly.
Her voice trailed off as if there might have been more, but
lust or fear had choked it off.
Christina too could barely croak out her reply. “If that’s how
you want it I’ll fight you that way, any time.”
“I mean now, you bitch,” Rhonda said. “You stick out your
tits and touch ‘em against mine.”
“If you want to touch tits than let’s do it,” Christina said
back. She could hear Rhonda’s respiration quicken a little
and a flutter of air, a sensation of warm proximity kissing
at her nipples and aureole. The brown, kneaded skin at those
points was tight with tension and she could feel the dark
circles of flesh tightening in around her nipples, but the
brown little points were still shrunken back as if
protecting themselves from whatever was to come. She knew
Rhonda was close to her, very close—she could smell the
other girl’s sweet breath, maybe even a whiff of shampoo
from her hair now. Another inch, maybe less, and they would
be touching each other.
To be continued