A Lesson in Class Warfare

AUTHOR NOTE: And now for something a little different, a red-hot cat fight, savage and sexy, between two determined middle-aged women.

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Sean's sweaty hands kept sliding off the steering wheel of his beat-up old Toyota pick-up truck as he maneuvered it through the massive steel gate that swung open to the half-mile long driveway to Pat's house. Sean was a nervous man, nervous and broke, and Pat's house, a testament to all that is bad and greedy in man, was the last place he wanted to be, but the first and only place he could think of.

"Just to get back on my feet again, that's all, just back on my feet again," he muttered to himself as he drove up to the massive house of the most successful building contractor in the city. "That's all."

He got out and walked up to the towering mahogany door and leaned on the bell. Pat answered himself, but only because he knew Sean was coming. Any other visitor would have gotten one of the servants. Pat smiled broadly when he saw the sullen Sean and offered a thick paw. Sean took it and shook limply. He couldn't help but think just how greasy his `friend' looked today.

"So, you're broke and you need my help," Pat said, walking Sean to his expansive study. "Isn't this a pleasant turn of events?"

Sean sunk into a thick leather chair. It was only a few months ago that Pat had approached Sean with the idea of pitting their wives together in a catfight to be held at the contractor's mansion. Pat and his wife, Liz, 55, a Spanish firebrand with huge, paid-for tits and a muscular middle-aged body, were very much into the fighting scene, often scaring away what few friends they had when Pat would suggest that the women do battle.

Sean was also put off by the idea and had nothing to do with Pat, other than some carpentry work for him. But when the trade went sour and Sean's bills piled up, the idea made more sense to him. His wife, Michelle, was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty of 53 with a rock-solid 5-foot-inch body that she took care of, devoting many hours to it in the gym and hitting the running track. She was a street girl, too, grew up tough and hard and could fight with the best of them. But Sean never told her what Pat had asked.

If he had, Michelle would've jumped at the chance. She'd known Liz for several years, never liking her for any of it. She resented Liz' rich-bitch ways and the way she condescended to the poorer folk of town - like Michelle and Sean. She'd secretly always wanted to kick Liz' ass.

"Ten-thousand dollars is a lot of money, Sean, do you think Michelle can put up a $10,000 fight?" Pat asked, swirling his expensive brandy in a snifter.

"No sweat," Sean said. "I'll have Michelle here tomorrow night. You just have the money."

Pat laughed. "The money is always here, my friend, just look around. See you tomorrow. Tell Michelle you're going to a party."

Michelle was steaming that night when Sean got home and told her they were to dress to the nines the next evening for a party at Pat's house. She hated him, too, almost as much as she hated his wife. But she knew it meant a lot to Sean's business if she went. What she didn't know is that it meant 10 grand.

"Jesus, will you look at this place," Michelle seethed as the battered pick-up truck returned to the mansion the next night and found a parking spot amid a collection of BMWs and Volvos. "Makes my skin crawl thinking about the way this asshole screwed so many people to make his money."

"C'mon, Michelle, I need this guy," Sean whined. "I know you hate to hear it, but money's money. I need work for my business and he's it. Just play along."

"I'll play, I'll play," she sighed. "But I just don't want to run across his bitch wife. If we ever get alone, I can't promise you what will happen."

Sean smiled inside. That's just what he wanted to hear.

They went inside, made small talk with people they didn't know, had a couple of drinks and ate very expensive appetizers. Pat came out and made a big deal out of introducing them around before he escorted the two of them to his wood-paneled den, in which, Sean noted, the furniture had conveniently been pushed to the sides.

"They'll be painting in here soon," Pat said by way of an excuse for the wayward furniture. "Oh, Liz, I do believe you and Michelle know each other?"

The raven-haired Liz sauntered in in a low-cut evening gown, her huge tits welling up over the top. She shot Michelle a look and sat in one of the chairs, crossing her short but muscular legs, exposing her rugged thighs at the tops of her dark hose. Michelle did the same on the other side of the room, in her much-cheaper silver-sequined dress cut low in front and high on her strong thighs encased in opaque pantyhose, and the two vixens glowered at each other.

"Oh, Sean, come out here for a second, I want to show you some work I think needs to be done, and I think you're the man for the job," Pat said, escorting Sean out of the room. "Girls, get reacquainted."

He winked at Liz and she nodded. Michelle fumed and stood up to leave, but Liz barred the door, shutting it firmly and spinning around.

"Where do you think you're goin', leetle girl?" she spat in a Spanish accent. "My husband said get re-ak-wainted. And that's jes' what we're gonna do!"

Sean and Pat watched from behind a two-way mirror in the room, Sean nervously, Pat with a bemused smile on his face.

"Going well so far," Pat laughed, slapping Sean's back, Sean grimacing at his touch.

They watched as without warning, Liz strode up to the Michelle, grabbed her head and slammed her supple, hard thigh up between the blonde's legs, smashing into Michelle's pussy with a sickening thud. Michelle's eyes shot open and her hands flew to her crotch as she fell to her knees before the laughing Liz. With Michelle's hands out of the way it was easy for Liz to flatten her with a brutal right cross to the jaw. The blonde flew backwards and bounced off a chair before landing flat on her stunned face, her evening gown bunched up around her high, hard ass.

"Cheap shot, goddammit, that wasn't fair!" Sean cried out, leaning on the glass and wanting to bust through it, grab his wife and head home, the money be damned.

"It's early yet, kid," Pat sighed. "Wait and see, though I must say I don't see a lot of fight in your lady."

"Oooo, nice butt on you, girl," Liz laughed as the battle continued, stepping over the prone woman at her feet and sitting on the small of her back, facing the blonde's kicking feet. "Too bad I'm gonna fuck it up for you!!"

Liz reached down and pulled up Michelle's dress, tore a hole in the pantyhose with her nails and shredded the material, exposing the blonde's skimpy white thong. She grabbed it, laughing darkly, and yanked it up between Michelle's creamy, smooth ass cheeks. With the flesh exposed, Liz rained down on it with both hands, palms first, and delivered a brutal spanking, the stinging sound of ass meat being beaten filling the air and bouncing off the hard wood walls. Michelle screamed in pain and tried to buck Liz off her, but the black-haired beauty just slid

back and engulfed Michelle's head in her thick thighs. She stretched her short legs out and locked up her ankles to put extreme pressure into her crushing scissors, her torso atop the blonde's squirming back.

"I work out three time a week, can you tell?" she laughed as she continued to administer a fast spanking to Michelle's quivering and reddening butt. "Can you feel it my thighs? Huh? Can you? I sceeesor you good, no?"

Sean watched his wife scream in pain between the other woman's powerful thighs, Liz laying down savage, snapping bursts of full-out crushing power, Michelle's blonde hair all that was visible in the Latino's huge legs. He stared intently and from the side noticed Pat beaming proudly.

"Oh, it's done now," Pat said in a voice thick with sexual urgency watching his wife dominate Michelle. "Once she gets those legs on someone, it's over. She better give or she'll pass out!"

"She won't, she's tough, tougher than you think," Sean growled, trying to believe his words as he watched his wife's body go limp in the squeezing frenzy of Liz's jolting legs.

Michelle's hands clawed at the muscular thighs that were clamped around her head, trying to figure out if the scissors hurt worse or the terrible spanking Liz was laying on her exposed ass. She tried pulling the relentless thighs apart but couldn't. Just before the pressure grew too great and the thick, corded muscles of Liz' crushing inner thighs squeezed her unconscious,

Michelle raked her long, ruby-red nails across Liz's big legs, tearing apart the expensive nylons. Liz screamed like a trapped animal and let go the scissors and stopped the spanking to sit back and angrily inspect the damage. Two sets of claw marks lined Liz' hard thighs and her hosiery was shredded, the dark muscle beneath bearing the red strips from Michelle's nails. The blonde jumped up as Liz glowered up at her.

"You marked me, you whore!!" she screamed. "You gonna pay for dat!"

Liz leaped to her feet and flew at Michelle, arms flailing before her. Michelle, being a seasoned battler, knew a weak puncher when she saw one and let Liz come. The Spanish spitfire actually landed a couple of shots, a right roundhouse to Michelle's jaw and a left jab to the belly, but Michelle took it, luring the angry woman closer. When Liz let fly a wild hook to the head, Michelle shot a lean, muscled arm up and blocked it. For a split second the women's eyes met, and Michelle saw fear in her opponent's face. She smiled briefly and came up hard with her right hand, clipping Liz square in the chin with a violent uppercut. Liz staggered back, dropping her hands and that's all Michelle needed.

The blonde unloaded a blurry-fast barrage of bruising body punches, driving her hard fists deep into Liz' exposed belly and sides. Each one was harder than the last and resulted in an explosion of air from Liz' punished midsection until she had none left and slumped to her knees. Michelle never let up, slamming Liz square in her painted lips with a powerful right jab and knocking her to her back by stepping back and delivering a vicious kick to the mouth. She stepped over Liz and laughed when she saw a thin trickle of blood leak from Liz' nose and another from her split lip.

"Screw with me, will ya?" Michelle said angrily, reaching down to pick up the beaten woman. "Look down on people not as rich or as snotty as you, will ya? Well, I ain't done with you yet, rich bitch, but by the time I am, you'll think twice about crappin' on poor folks again!!"

Michelle easily hoisted Liz into her arms and then up onto her shoulders. Falling to one knee, she dropped Liz, spine first, across her upraised thigh for a brutal backbreaker. On the other side of the mirror, Pat watched in shock as the tide turn, and Sean smiled proudly.

"Told you, asshole," he said, nudging Pat as in the room, Michelle smiled and Liz screamed when every bone in her back cracked loudly.

Michelle draped one arm across Liz legs, the other across her chest and pushed down as hard as she could, threatening to snap the little Spanish woman like kindling over the meaty fulcrum of her thick thigh. When she tired of that, she flopped to her side and took Liz in a gut-wrenching bodyscissors, her short, thick and exceptionally muscled thighs latched to Liz' belly and back, squeezing so hard she thought her thighs would meet by squeezing the crying woman between them out of the way.

With Liz down for the count, Michelle added a new punishment; she grabbed her hair with one hand and unleashed a brutal flurry of punches to Liz' already bloodied face. By the time she was through and unlocked her thick thighs, Liz was nearly out cold. But she wasn't done yet.

The blonde kicked Liz's hands to the side and straddled the bloody, moaning face and dropped, like a stone, atop it, crotch first, smashing into Liz's screaming face. The blonde sat up straight, slamming her thighs together, smothering the moaning woman in her pussy and legs, feeling her screams course through her crotch.

"Smell me," Michelle growled, snapping her hips back and forth, grinding on Liz's trapped face, her muscular little ass flexing and relaxing as she mercilessly rode the beaten woman. "Smell the smell of victory of my cunt, you fucking whore!"

No sounds came from behind the mirror as Pat watched, his mouth agape in shock at the sight of his wife being facesat with such ferocity, a huge smile on Sean's face - and a growing hardon in his pants. As Michelle shamelessly rode her victim's face to a brutal, snapping and hip-thrashing orgasm, Sean nearly shot a load at the sight, groaning and thinking his sexy wife never looked sexier.

Michelle's frantic face humping slowed as her orgasm waned, feeling her thong soak with her juices and smear over Liz's mouth and hips, coating her flesh, mixing with the blood on the beaten bitch's face. She finally stopped, spread her thighs and looked between them. Liz was out like a light, smothered to unconsciousness by Michelle's relentless face riding.

The blonde stood, smiling down at her foe, pulling her dress back down over her ruined pantyhose and stepping away from the sleeping woman.

"Well, now," Pat sighed glumly, escorting Sean out of the room. "That was...entertaining."

The men walked in, Sean beaming with pride, Pat subdued and looking at his vanquished wife on the floor.

"Nobody's ever beaten her before," he said with a resigned smile. "Job well done, Michelle."

Michelle watched as Pat handed her husband a check that Sean quickly tried to pocket.She walked over and snatched it away, her eyes growing wide as she Looked at it.

"Ten-thousand dollars?" she asked incredulously. "What the fuck is this, Sean?"

"Your husband's pay for getting you to fight my wife," Pat said nonchalantly. "Surely you've heard of our love of a good battle, a rousing catfight? Well, I always wanted to see Liz and you go at it, and I got my wish. Actually, we did, your husband and I."

He pointed to the mirror. Michelle's eyes widened.

"While we were watching from the other side of that mirror, I thought he was going to jump out of his skin, he got so excited," Pat laughed. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to attend to my wife. You may return to the party or leave, I don't care which."

"Oh, we're leaving, believe me, we're leaving," Michelle growled through clenched teeth, grabbing her shaking husband by the arm and dragging him toward the door. "For 10 grand, this job isn't finished yet! But it will be once we get home!!"

"Honey, please..." Sean whined. "You don't understand, we needed...the money...it seemed..."

Outside, she spun him around when they reached his truck, slamming him into the driver's door and wrapping her arms around him, planting her lips to his and nearly choking him as her tongue shot down his throat. His eyes were wide open and frightened, staring into the determined eyes of his wife.

"You don't get it, baby," she snarled, cupping his balls and stiffening cock in her strong little hand, squeezing until he yelped in pain. "This brought something out in me...something I didn't realize I had...something you weren't counting on...Now, get in the fucking truck. But I'm driving, you got something else to do!"

And they rode home, Michelle behind the wheel, Sean's face pinned under her thighs after she grabbed his hair and forced him under her, his desperate tongue licking her as they drove down the street and into an entirely new way of life...