The last time that Ken wore a suit and tie was at Le Buse Et Crachat and tugged at his tie uncomfortably as he entered the hall in a local firehouse where DiSH were holding their New Year's Eve party.

Things were going well between him and Brenda. Though they didn't come as a couple tonight, they had planned to join each other and sit together. He found a table that was relatively empty and took a seat.

Brenda arrived about ten minutes later wearing a colorful party dress. She sat with Ken and they kissed. A hostess came around with a tray of hors d'oeuvres, and they each took one. Over the next half hour, more people filtered in and their table filled up. Brenda and Ken made light conversation with the other DiSH members at their table, as the band warmed up.

When the band finally started playing a slow rumba, Brenda said to Ken, "C'mon! Let's dance!"

No sooner than they had begun to sway to the music on the dance floor then Ken froze and his jaw dropped in stunned shock. Brenda was about to say something when Jenna stepped up behind her with such a scowl on her face, and tapped Brenda on the shoulder.

Brenda turned and gasped when she saw it was Jenna.

Jenna announced to the whole room, "You're dancing with my squeeze!"

"I don't think you own him, slut!" Brenda spat back.

"You fucking bitch!" Jenna yelled back and slammed her purse across Brenda's face.

Immediately, the room stood in shocked silence as all the guys started chanting, "Cat fight! Cat fight!"

Brenda then kicked Jenna in the groin and she had doubled over. But Brenda made the mistake of turning back toward Ken as Jenna swung her leg up and kicked Brenda in the kidney.

Brenda screamed in agony and went sprawling onto the dance floor as shocked DiSH members backed away from the contemptible spectacle.

Then Jenna stepped on Brenda's back with one foot on the small of her back and kicked her between the legs, slamming the toe of her shoe hard into her crotch.

"Yaaooowwoooww!" Brenda cried so loud she out-shouted the live band, who suddenly realized what was happening and stopped playing.

Whimpering, Brenda struggled to push herself up off the floor with her hands. In one last blow, Jenna slammed one foot on one of Brenda's hands, evoking another screech from the tortured woman, and kicked her hard in the side of the head.

Ken just stood there in shocked silence at the outrageous spectacle of one woman beating another to a pulp -- over him!

Jenna then stepped over to Ken and she grabbed him by the arm with both hands so tightly it felt like she had vices for hands.

Brenda moaned and slowly sat up, her face cut and bruised, and blood trickling out of her nose onto the floor.

"Ken," she whispered in a hoarse voice, holding her twisted black-and-blue hand out to him. "Please..."

Jenna huffed and tugged at Ken's arm, pulling him back closer to her.

Ken quickly looked back and forth between Jenna, who had a steel grip on him, and Brenda, broken and bleeding on the floor.

"I'm sorry, Brenda," Ken finally said, "but Jenna won the fight. I guess I belong to her."

Brenda flopped to the floor as people rushed to her aid with water and towels.

Jenna whispered, "C'mon lover, lets go exploring!"

Ken shrugged, still in disbelief at what just went down, and let Jenna lead him away.

They went through a door into a hallway.

"Where are we going, Jenna?" he asked.

"I don't know, but I'll know it when we find it."

Jenna led him through another door into a stairwell and upstairs into another hallway.

"I don't think we should be up here, Jenna."

"Of course we should!" she answered.

She led him down the hallway and into another door down a short hallway, and then into a little bunkroom where, presumably, the firemen sleep when on duty.

Jenna closed the door and turned the lock.

"Now what?" Ken asked, knowing how stupid that question sounded after he asked it.

Jenna lifted her dress up over her head and threw it to the floor. Standing there completely naked, she answered, "You know what!"

She grabbed his tie, and pulled it off him, then unbuttoned his shirt and pulled that off, then pulled his trousers and shorts down to his ankles.

He completed the procedure by kicking his shoes off and kicking his trousers from his ankles.

Jenna then threw herself on him, causing him to fall on his back onto one of the narrow twin beds, with Jenna landing on top of him with a smack!

She planted another kiss and they wrestled tongues for a while until Jenna crawled up his body and pressed one of her nipples to his lips. He obliged, sucking it hard for several minutes. Then she pulled away and pressed the other nipple to his mouth whence he repeated his deed.

Jenna sat up and crawled around on him, placing his head between her thighs as she plunged his rock-hard cock into her mouth. She immediately began sucking on it. In and out and in and out she slid her mouth on it as she sucked hard. He exploded almost immediately in a wave of ecstasy, pumping her mouth full of wad after wad. She stopped sliding it when he shot his first wad into her mouth, but plunged it and held it deep into her mouth and kept the hard suction all through his powerful orgasm.

"Wow, Jenna! You're fantastic!" he admitted.

Jenna paused to swallow and answered, still lying on top of him kneading his soft cock in her hands, "Yeah. I know. Now answer my questions, my hot buck!"

"What questions?" Ken asked into her ass crack as she squeezed his head between her thighs.

"That other bitch, I bet she doesn't swallow, does she? Or sit on your face?"