CONFRONTATION - Part 2
She noticed that on this particular night Rhonda had chosen
to wear a light pink silk blouse very similar to Christina’s.
That was kind of an affront on its own; given what had been
going on between them in the back storeroom lately,
could almost take it as some kind of sick little challenge
and it made her boobs ache a little more just to think about
On Fridays she always worked alone with the redhead, and the
owner, Jack, usually retired to his apartment across the
street where he could keep a general eye on the business
while still letting the two girls do all the work. The bar
was small enough for Christina and Rhonda to handle a good
evening’s business by themselves, although Christina had to pitch
in on stocking and both girls found themselves going in and
out of the bar’s small storeroom. Each knew that the
priority on any trip to the storeroom was to get in and out
as quickly as possible rather than leave one girl alone too
long in the bar. But it was very tough to move down the
storeroom’s narrow corridors, and all too often Christina found
herself in the room together with the cocktail waitress,
bickering over who was in who’s way. One byway in the
cramped room was a dead end and Christina found herself trapped
in this cul-de-sac time after time with Rhonda blocking her
way or wanting to bulldoze her way past. In those situations
one girl had to give way, backing all the way down the ten
foot aisle. Often the arguments about who was going to have
to give way took up more time than it actually would have to
just retreat down the corridor.
This particular Friday had seen half a dozen such
confrontations before Rhonda finally insisted that Christina
squeeze past her so she didn’t have to give up her position
in the aisle. With that she put her back against the
shelving and put her hands on her hips, flattening herself
as much as possible against the wall—which wasn’t very flat,
Christina noted. Rhonda was slim, but it took only one look at
her full bust line to see that it wasn’t going anywhere and
it seemed to fill more than half the space between her and
the opposite wall of shelves. “Go on,” she insisted, jerking
her head to the right to goad Christina into action.
“There isn’t room with your fucking tits in the way,”
“Then just squeeze past me!” Rhonda snapped.
Christina had had it with the redhead, but both girls knew they
couldn’t leave the bar unattended for more than a few more
seconds. Angrily shaking her head, Christina flattened her own
back against the opposite wall and slid as quickly to her
left as she could, glaring at Rhonda. In a second her left
breast collided with Rhonda’s right and before she could
slide in three or four more inches she found herself meeting
real resistance from the redhead’s bosom. Wriggling a little
bit, she managed to jam her left breast in between both of
Rhonda’s big boobs; their two silk blouses made the maneuver
a little easier, and Christina felt a chill at the slippery,
seductive feel of their four weighty breasts arranging
themselves mass to mass, sliding across and against each
other. But even with the lessening of friction between their
blouses there were limits to what two bosoms this size could
do. For a moment Christina literally could not move any farther
and said so.
“Then why don’t you crouch down or something?” Rhonda said.
“So you can stick those things right into my face? No
thanks!” Christina snarled. “You crouch!”
Rhonda tried to twist sideways but only wound up smashing
her left breast directly into Christina’s right one;
as she felt her still-sore boob flatten out against her rib
cage. Almost instinctively she ground forward with her left
breast, pile driving it into Rhonda’s soft right gland. The
other girl’s forehead was against hers now and Christina’s soft,
blonde-streaked dark hair was mingling with Rhonda’s
luscious, fiery mane. “God damn you,” Rhonda muttered into
Christina’s face. “Get your fucking tits off of me.”
It took a flurry of twisting and painful squeezing and
twisting of both girls’ bosoms to free them from the tangle.
Christina stumbled back into the end of the corridor and both
girls twisted to face each other furiously. “I’ve had it,
girl,” Christina snapped, glaring at Rhonda. “From now on you’re
not to enter this storeroom until I’m out of it.”
“I can’t afford to wait for your ass to be out of here every
time I need something!” Rhonda snarled back.
“I don’t want an argument,” Christina replied. “Jack made me
bartender so you take orders from me, remember?” The
brunette knew that remark would sting; she and Rhonda had
both been up for the bartending position and Christina had won
“Maybe you’re bartender now but I’m gonna have your job
someday,” Rhonda bit back. “Jack and I get along just fine.”
Christina intentionally glanced down at Rhonda’s chest before she
said “Get along all you want but I don’t think he’ll ever
prefer you over me. He likes BIG ones,” she finished
Rhonda’s expression turned from cold to downright icy. “I
hope you’re not making out for one minute that you’ve got
bigger tits than I do,” she said. “You’re full of crap if
“Let’s just say yours don’t scare me,” Christina said.
“Well they ought to, honey—don’t forget I’ve FELT what
you’ve got. And you felt mine too so don’t pretend you don’t
know I’ve got more in front than you do.”
Christina moved in close to Rhonda and the two big girls stared
each other down in the cramped aisle space. With the shelf
walls closing in on either side of her Rhonda looked like a
fiery lioness, her big bust line and flaming red hair
blocking out everything in front of Christina. She realized she
actually had to look up a little into the other girl’s cold
blue eyes; Rhonda must have a half an inch or so on her, she
realized. She knew if the other girl ever started punching
she might be in trouble. Rhonda probably outweighed her, but
Christina thought she was probably in better shape and had more
muscle. But there was no doubt Rhonda was a big, tough girl,
a real bitch. Lately Christina had been thinking of herself as a
pretty big, tough bitch too, but taking on a firebrand like
Rhonda would be a challenge. Now all this open talk about
their competing breasts was playing right into her hands,
she realized. She wondered if Rhonda had ever really gotten
down and dirty with another girl in private over their
breasts. She had heard rumors of catfights but nothing more
than that…but of course, until now no one had any reason to
discuss anything more than a simple catfight with Christina.
Christina glared down at Rhonda’s chest. “Get back out to the
bar,” she said flatly.
“Fuck yourself,” Rhonda replied. For a moment it looked like
neither girl planned on going anywhere.
“I should fire you right now,” Christina snapped.
“Good; you can take care of this crowd yourself,” Rhonda
said. Christina glanced briefly back in the direction of the bar
outside. She knew she would be fucked if Rhonda left now.
But something in the redhead’s face said to Christina that she
didn’t really want to leave, whether because she wanted to
keep her job or something else. Experimentally, Christina stepped
forward into Rhonda’s space until they were almost nose to
nose. Again she felt the imposing presence of the redhead’s
breasts almost touching hers.
“How about we both keep our jobs and settle this after
work,” she said quietly, studying Rhonda’s face at close
range. The other girl smelled good, despite the crappy
environment of the work shift. Rhonda’s mouth was thin but
it had a cruel little twist that Christina had to admit was sexy.
She knew the redhead shook her buns out at rock shows and
she could see why men thought she was hot. There was
something big and dangerous and mean about her, but there
was also an almost delicate beauty to her features, hardened
by her temper.
Christina’s brown eyes locked with Rhonda’s hazel ones, and she
saw the redhead’s gaze flick down to Christina’s nose and mouth,
maybe even checking her out further down. She too glanced
down to eye the freckled swell of Rhonda’s breasts peeking
out from her slightly unraveled blouse. When both women
locked eyes again it was with some new kind of
acknowledgement of what literally stood between them.
“I want to know if you’re really serious about wanting to
settle this, bitch,” Rhonda said quietly. The ‘B’ word was
like a slap in the face despite the redhead’s quiet tone and
Christina felt a flash of renewed anger at her enemy.
“I’m just as serious as you are, honey,” she said evenly,
still glaring into Rhonda’s eyes.
“Because I want to do it back here, tonight,” Rhonda said.
“The minute we get the last customer out of here.”
“I would not mind that at ALL,” Christina said emphatically.
“Good, then let’s finish this shift and you meet me back
here when we’re done.”
“Fine,” Christina said. The girls stared at each other intently
for a few more seconds, neither willing to give ground,
until as if on a signal both nodded silently and slowly
withdrew, heading back to the bar. But before they reached
the entrance Rhonda grabbed Christina’s arm and pulled her back
into another face-off.
“Just one more thing, honey,” Rhonda said, suddenly as
intense as ever once again.
“What?” Christina said sharply, refusing to give any ground to
“I’m going to beat your tits off tonight,” Rhonda announced.
Christina’s chest almost seemed to explode at the sound of those
words. Of course, she thought to herself, of course it had
all been about their breasts all along. It was the reason
why Christina felt compelled to confront Rhonda; something about
the naked challenge of those big breasts in her face all the
time. But somehow she’d managed to convince herself, at
least for the moment, that this was just another girlfight,
that maybe she and Rhonda would just push each other around
for a few minutes after work. But she had known all along,
and she certainly knew now, that whatever happened between
them would be much more than a catfight.
She gave Rhonda’s chest one more contemptuous look before
she replied, coolly but intently: “I doubt that Rhonda
because I plan to be the one beating your big tits before
this is through.”
Rhonda returned the look, coldly regarding Christina’s chest. Of
course there were still plenty of ways of beating someone,
she thought, and the unspoken issue was still exactly what
the two women were going to do to each other at the end of
the evening. But the central issue had at least been brought
out into the open.
“Just keep those stiff hot things away from mine until
closing,” Rhonda said. Christina swallowed dryly at that.
The ambiguity was dissolving pretty quickly. She felt
compelled to step in closer to the redhead as she replied,
feeling that old girl bully drive that made her flagrantly
disobey anytime anyone tried to order her around. “I’ll keep
mine off yours as long as you keep your big fat ones away
from mine, cunt!” she hissed. That should have been enough
to start a brawl right there but Rhonda only shook slightly
as her glance ran up and down Christina’s lean body one more
“I’m going to wreck you, honey,” she said. “You’d better be
ready to rock in two hours.”
“I’ll be more than ready for you, bitch,” Christina snapped. That
seemed to be enough somehow. Both girls backed off warily
before spinning and heading for the bar entrance.
The evening crawled by, a thousand times worse than it ever
had while Christina was waiting for a date or any other normal
activity. She found herself itemizing her wardrobe,
wondering what she had to get damaged. The silk shirt would
be a goner, probably the slit, knee-length skirt. She had
worn a smooth black bra and sheer nylon shorts that cupped
her rear just to the bottom of her ass cheeks instead of
panties. She thought she had seen a similar black bra hiding
behind Rhonda’s blouse but of course any idea of what the
redhead was wearing on her hips was pure guesswork.
The bar was raucous and she and Rhonda had to shout over the
counter to be heard by each other. From time to time the
redhead had to enter the cramped space behind the bar and
then Christina did everything possible to get her body in the
other girl’s way, scraping shins and knees, ramming her hips
into Rhonda’s whenever she could get away with it. Rhonda
returned every attack in kind and Christina marveled at their
ability to inflict damage on one another without customers
who were only a few feet away having any idea what was going
on. At one point Rhonda barged behind the counter and
cornered the brunette as she pulled open a cupboard full of
glasses behind Christina. “Get out of my way,” she growled, but
instead of forcing her aside she cut off Christina’s escape
routes and pinned her back into the corner as she reached up
with both arms. The big redhead leaned into the brunette and
Christina felt Rhonda’s two massive breasts pile slowly into her
own, first the left, then the right, with a slow, purposeful
thrust that flattened her own glands momentarily before the
slippery contact of their silk blouses allowed Christina’s boobs
to slide aside, this time letting one of Rhonda’s breasts
wedge between Christina’s. Rhonda leaned in closer until her
mouth was next to Christina’s ear and said “How’s that feel,
baby? I just want you to know what you’re going to be up
Christina took a deep breath, arching her back a little until her
retreating tits firmed up challengingly against Rhonda’s
melons. She only had to twist her head slightly to breathe
into Rhonda’s ear, burying her face in the redhead’s thick
mane of silky crimson hair. “I don’t feel anything that
impresses me, you big cunt, so back off or I’ll fire you
“You’re not firing me until we settle who’s got more going
on upstairs you fucking little whore,” Rhonda snarled into
Christina’s ear. Christina twisted slightly against the redhead, and
then realized that Rhonda’s right breast was situated
directly between her squeezing pair of boobs. She shrugged
her shoulders forward and for a moment her twin glands
crushed together and clamped down on Rhonda’s trapped tit
like a vise.
“’How’s that feel, baby?’” Christina purred, throwing Rhonda’s
words back at her. The redhead grunted and twisted away from
the tit-hold, glaring dangerously at the brunette.
Amazingly, none of the drunken customers picked up on the
action. Rhonda ducked back out into the bar floor and waded
into the customers, her hips swinging provocatively as she
flashed a last, vicious look at Christina that made her flaming
red hair briefly flare out like a dragon’s crest. Christina
stared after her bitterly. She could see the attention the
redhead got from the bar patrons—even some of the women
studied her flamboyant body and hard-bitten confidence.
flashed back to the fight she had had a few weeks ago, just
trying to teach a loudmouth a lesson at a party. She had
used her body in that fight to control and humiliate the
other girl, even used her breasts a little bit when the
skirmish had gotten tight. Of course she had been taller
than her opponent and there had been no question about who
would dominate whom. She had loved humiliating that girl but
at the same time it had all been a little too easy. Her
heart pounded sickly as she looked at Rhonda and measured
her up for the coming confrontation. The redhead was quite
used to being the one to terrorize other women, that was
obvious. Maybe Christina had already demoralized her by standing
up to her so far. But it had taken guts; maybe more guts
than she thought she had. She had always used her height and
fitness to project an air of invincibility, so few women had
ever dared to get in her way. But she knew that she had not
so far faced the real test of matching up against an equal,
let alone possibly superior girl.
To be continued