POINT OF VIEW Jennifer and Patti Update: 14/03/1998 to misc3 Joanne could hear the shouting and cheering as soon as she walked through the restroom door. On a Friday afternoon at Saunders Business Services that could only mean one thing, CATFIGHT! Turning the corner to the stalls, she could see a group of about a dozen women forming a loose ring at the end of the room. In their center, two women were circling each other, hands up and claws out. Moving closer she could see that one of them was Jennifer Butler, a big blonde from accounting, while the other girl was Patti Johnson, a long haired brunette from the typing pool. It was obvious the two had already been at each other. Jennifer's carefully coiffured hair was down around her shoulders and her white silk blouse was ripped completely open in the front. Her white lace bra had been pulled up till it hung from her chin like a necklace. Jennifer was quite busty and her large pale breasts swayed gently as she and Patti continued to cirle. Patti's red satin shirt was ripped completely off her right side. The shredded remains hung from her left shoulder along with the tatter ruins of a black bra. Patti was also well endowed, with boobs that were tan and somewhat cone shaped. The girls had fire in their eyes. The red marks on their arms stood silent witness that they had been scratching at each other. All told Joanne thought, it looked like it was shaping up to be one hell of a fight. Spotting her friend Carol standing nearby, Joanne walked over and tapped her on the shoulder. Carol looked up and smiled, "Hi Joanne, your just in time to see the show." "How long have they been going at it", Joanne asked? "Not long, maybe a couple of minutes." "Looks serious", Joanne remarked, "what's it about this time?" "Same old, same old", Carol replied. "Their fighting over a man. Some hunk down in the legal department named Jake I think." "Some girls never learn", Joanne sighed. "A man like that isn't worth fighting for." "Your right of course", Carol replied, "but if they all wised up, then what would we do on Friday afternoons for entertainment?" Before Joanne could reply, Jennifer sprang at Patti and the two of them slammed together chest to chest. Staggering under the impact, they fell back against the counter for the wash basins as the nearest on lookers scampered out of their way. Grabbing double handfuls of hair and clothing they half sprawled onto the counter. Nylon clad legs kicked and thrashed as the two women ripped and clutched at each other. Straightening again, they stumbled back into the center of the room where Jennifer struck Patti hard across the face, knocking her back and allowing Jennifer to rip the remains of the red shirt and tangling bra completely off of her. Dropping the clothing on the floor, Jennifer chased after Patti only to catch a hard left punch righ in the jaw. The blow knocked her half way around. Using both hands, Patti ripped the silk blouse right off Jennifer's back. Grabbing a handful of blonde curls, Patti reached up and began twisting the hanging bra tight around Jennifer's neck. The big blonde started choking and squirming as Patti tightened her grip. Turning half around, Jennifer raked her long red nails down Patti's now exposed breasts. Patti screamed and pushed her away, clutching her injured boobs. Jennifer quickly unwound the bra from around her throat and cast it aside. In a moment, they were circling each other again, angry and ready to fight. "Someone should probably stop this before one of them gets hurt", Joanne said with a frown. "Yeah right", Carol laughed. "I for one don't feel like being clawed up today, but your welcome to try. Besides, if they don't do it here now, they'll only do it somewhere else later. We might was well let them fight it out now where we can enjoy the show. Anyway, you know you like to see a good catfight. Why stop the inevitable?" Joanne only shrugged her shoulders and continued to watch the two girls circle. Jennifer stepped forward, and scratched for Patti's eyes. Patti skipped to the left and buried her nails into Jennifer's dangling right breast. Jennifer howled and swung a wild right hook. Patti ducked under the blow and clawed the her rival's left breast. Jennifer followed her first punch with an uppercut to Patti's chin and then scratched Patti's boobs as she stumbled backwards. Jennifer quickly leapt on her somewhat dazed opponent and the two women when to the floor in a struggling flurry of arms and legs. This sort of thing was nearly a weekly event at Saunders, Joanne reflected sadly. The business employed a large number of women, most of whom were either single, separated, or divorced. Combined with the normal stress of the business work place was a heavy undercurrent of pent up sexual tension. Like some giant invisible spring, the energy just build up until it exploded, usually in a nasty catfight, just like this one. If the problem was something mundane, then the matter was often resolved with a little vigorous hair pulling, but when a man was involved, the fights got dirty and vicious. Down on the tiles, Jennifer and Patti were all over each other. Bodies locked toether, legs intertwined, they clutched at each other brutally, as they pulled hair, and scratched bloodly lines down each other's backs. Rolling over and over, they alternately cursed and screamed as first one then the other would find a soft spot for her nails. Even as Joanne watched, Patti hooked one hand into Jennifer's red knit skirt and ripped it off with one savage jerk. All that Jennifer had on underneath was a pair of tiny white silk panties, with matching white garterbelt and hose. Joanne was surprised, garterbelts were rare. Most women preferred to wear pantyhose these days. Down on the floor, Jennifer rolled Patti onto her back and sat up on the tiles. While Patti wrapped her legs around Jennifer's waist, Jennifer reached down and torn the black skirt off from around her rival's waist. Patti was left in nothing but brief black panties, again with garterbelt and hose. "Looks like Jake has a thing for garterbelts wouldn't you say", Carol grinned? Joanne just nodded. Down on the floor Patti and Jennifer were at it again. Patti rolled Jennifer onto her back and climbed on top of her. Each girl had a handful of hair and Patti was trying to scratch Jennifer's face as Jennifer fought to hold her off with one hand. Struggling on the cold tiles, their bodies ground against each other from breast to crotch as they squirmed and fought. Slowly Patti's nails got closer and closer as she used her weigh to press her attack home. Jennifer's eyes were wild with fear and hate as their trembling hands sank lower and lower. Jennifer turned her face away as Patti's nails sank into her cheek. Jennifer screamed and Patti laughed wildly as she drew her nails down her rival's face. Releasing her grip on Patti's hair, Jennifer raked her nails across Patti's face. Patti cried out and rolled off her. Quickly they scrambled to their feet, glaring maddly. They were both a mess now Joanne thought. The sad part was that Jake might not want either of them after this. Clumps of blonde and brunette hair littered the floor. Both girls were scratched up and bruised. Red lines covered their backs, breasts, and sides. Even their faces were marked. Still, she thought, they did have a certain savage charm. Despite the damage done, neither seemed ready to quite yet. Facing each other at about four feet apart, they just stood there with their knees bent and their hands up as their breasts rose and fell, heaving from their stress of battle. Suddenly, Patti reached down. Slipping her fingers under the waistband of her panties, she slipped them smoothly over her hips. They dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. Then she looked at Jennifer and gave her rival a wicked taunting smile. Jennifer immediately pushed her panties down to her knees and stepped out of them. Picking them up off the floor, she wadded them into a tight ball and threw them right in Patti's face. "Whoa", Carol laughed, "Now we're really goint to get down to it. These two want to get really nasty." "You could just tell it was headed this way", Joanne replied. "They weren't going to be happy unless they could get at each other in the worst way." Even as she spoke, the two naked women rushed each other and fell to the floor fighting. Wrestling tit to tit on the cold green tiles with their hands locked and their legs clinched, they rolled over and over fighting to get on top of each other. After some wild thrashing, Patti managed to straddle her blonde opponent. Sitting on Jennifer's stomach, she buried her claws in her rivals quivering breasts. Jennifer screamed and sank her nails into Patti's soft warm boobs, dangling just above her face. Crying and cursing, the two fighters mauled each other until Jennifer finally let go of Patti's breasts and struck the brunette in the face with a hard right, knocking her off and to one side. Patti rolled over to her hands and knees just in time for Jennifer to leap on her back. Falling again, they rolled on the floor with Patti on the top, but with Jennifer behind her. The big blonde quickly wrapped her legs around the brunette's waist and slipped one arm around Patti's neck. Choking, Patti struggled to escape as Jennifer tightened her grip. Pulling as hard as she could, Patti couldn't seem to free the arm pressing against her throat. Jennifer began to run her free hand down Patti's hard muscular belly, her sharp nails seeking the brunette's dark, unprotected bush. Twisting in panic, Patti half turned and drove one elbow hard into the blonde's stomach. Jennifer moaned and her grip weakened. Patti drove her elbow into Jennifer twice more and then squirmed free. Turning she immediately threw herself across her breathless foe. "It can't go on like this much longer", Joanne said. "I would guess not", Carol replied. As if on cue a high pitched wavering scream from the floor signaled the end of the battle. Patti was laying across Jennifer, pinning the blonde flat on her back. Jennifer's left arm was held down firmly by Patti's strong right arm. Jennifer's right arm was caught between Patti's legs. The blonde was trapped and helpless as the brunette buried her left hand into her rival's unprotected crotch. Moving closer, Joanne could see that Patti had pushed two or three fingers, deep inside Jennifer's vagina. She shuddered to think what the brunette's long sharp nails were doing as Patti worked them inside the blonde. Jennifer screamed and twisted on the floor, but could not escape her enemy. Patti finally had her just where she wanted her and would show no mercy. Once this kind of battle could only end in tragedy. In the dim past, women would fight for their mates on the floor of smoky, fire lite caverns. The savage combat would only end when one or the other lay dead beneath her rival's bloodstained nails, but these are gentler times. The circle of women watched a few minutes to see if Jennifer could fight her way free. Finally, when they could stand her pathetic cries no longer they moved in to pull the two exhausted fighters apart. Tired and satisfied with the damage she had done, Patti allowed the others to pull her away. Once freed, Jennifer curled into a naked sobbing ball of quivering flesh on the cold green floor. The women picked up the scattered clothing, but is was to torn up to wear and they finally just threw it into the trash. Sandy, a clerk from purchasing, went out to her car and got a couple of blankets. Wrapping Patti in one of the blankets, they waited until the halls were clear and then hustled her out to her car. A little later, they got Jennifer to her feet and bundled her off as well. The blonde was clearly hurting, but it didn't look like she would need a doctor. A few days in a lonely bed would heal her body if not her broken heart. After it was over, Joanne and Carol walked down the hall together. "You seem very quiet", Carol said. "I just think its sad that's all. The fight was exciting, but Jennifer and Patti are both nice girls. Why should they fight over some dumb hunk in a business suit who will probably walk off with another other girl next week anyway? "My you are philosophical today", Carol replied. "I can remember a time about three years ago when you got a nice girl from the records department named Sarah King down on that same bathroom floor. As I recall, you messed her up so bad, I thought she was going to have to marry a plastic surgeon to keep her medical bills down." "Well Sarah was a bitch", Joanne replied. "She started that fight and I finished it, that's all." "Well there you have it then", Carol said. "Have what?" "It all depends", Carol smiled. "Depends on what"? "On your point of view. Things look different when your on the floor." The two friends laughed and wandered on down the hall. Just another day at work.