Tina was even more of a mess her blouse was tattered her bra gone; she had scratches over her face. And yet she determinedly pushed her way forward getting to her feet and then finding the still almost blind Sharon, seizing her hair and hauling her to the photocopier in the general office. She slammed Sharon’s head against the glass, and shut the lid. She hit the multi copy button.
Even though Sharon’s eyes, already inflamed by the whiteout, must have been blinded by the bright light of the copier she managed to arm her elbow back into the brunette’s ribs and to stamp on her toes.
Tina staggered back, massaging her sore toe. She bumped into one of the other staff who happened to be walking past. Poor Ray didn’t know what hit him and scurried off to find someone who could take charge of the situation.
And then Sharon showed just how devious, how devilish, how devastating she could be. Her vision clearing as she rubbed her eyes, she sought out one of the co2 fire extinguishers mounted around the building. She took it off its rack and chased after Tina. She squeezed the handle, aiming the jet of gas in Tina’s face. The gas became foam and blinded Tina who groped falling into the wall. She tried to clear the foam from her eyes.
“So much” Tahni turned to me “for Tina’s quips about dumb blondes, she is now the blondest blonde ever. Just look at her. The redhead giggled loudly. “Finish her off Sharon” she shouted encouragingly.
Sharon didn’t need much encouragement She dropped the empty extinguisher and charged at her foam enveloped foe. “That was foolish” I said to Tahni, she should have thrown it at Tina, but can you expect brains from a blonde?” I giggled watching the two enemies crash together and land on the top of a large table used for staff meetings and so almost empty at the time.
Summer looked up and said “I’m preparing your bill for the damage. We will take cash MasterCard or Visa.” She smirked even though it seemed her friend was losing badly.
Tina swiveled round on the table and clutched the wire memo holder, raising it up and sticking the point in Sharon’s tush. Her enemy screamed in pain as she dug her fingers into Tina’s wrist prying her hand and the spike away from her own soft ass. The girls rolled across the table their nylon clad legs entwined. Sharon pulled on Tina’s hair. Tina pulled on Sharon’s dress. Neither seemed to be able to get any advantage.
Inevitably they came to the end of the table and rolled off. AS they cascaded to the floor Tina tore Sharon’s dress. The two girls landed hard on the floor. Sharon had clutched onto Tina’s skirt as they fell, perhaps trying to hold onto something to stop her falling, but more likely to do damage to her rival. Tina had grabbed hold of the back of a chair, probably for support but it failed to stop her fall and she only succeeded in dragging it down so it crashed on top of her and Sharon. Suddenly we saw the two girls on the floor breathing heavily, both hurt, both still furious and both with skirts torn from hem to waistband.
TO BE CONTINUED