Vrinda sat on the toilet reflecting on the gym session she had just finished. A gym that the USA joint-venture company she worked for in their head office in New Delhi had as a perk for anyone who had reached the mid-management level. The 43-year-old had worked hard to reach her position in charge of the Northern states company’s sales. She had eye eyes set on the position above, All India sales with her only rival for that plum job being Amrita who hailed from Chennai.

Vrinda had a 34D 30 39 5ft 2 and 120lb body and despite her overweight look, she had great strength in her legs, torso and fingers. Perhaps due to the dog-eat-dog promotion culture within the company, her workouts with the weights and her love of watching UFC, WWE and Japanese women’s pro wrestling and European and Filipina apartment fights on the net she would never stand down from any confrontation. She had come to the conclusion that while Japanese professional wrestlers were skilled technically, Europeans and Americans have greater strength, Filipinas or East Europeans are the supreme catfighters willing to do anything to the other woman and even when taking a beating will still try to inflict damage. She wondered at the lack of Subcontinent catfights on the internet.

She was interrupted by the cubicle door being thrown wide open by a naked, oiled Amrita who managed the Southern states’ sales. Amrita was younger than her, being 30 years old. She was short and stubby, thick-waisted, full thighed and with a moon face surrounded by short hair which if anything emphasized her roundness. Slightly overweight she had a noticeable stomach, small breasts with huge areola and nipples and thick pubic hair. And she was Vrinda’s rival for the next promotion. One which would give the new Head of Marketing her own office on the 12th floor with access to the executive restrooms.

As Vrinda looked up at the intrusion, she caught a right punch to her cheekbone followed by a forearm jolt to her face which split her upper lip and loosened a tooth. Semi-dazed and literally caught with her pants down she could put up no defence as Amrita grabbed her hair pulled her forward and rammed her knees repeatedly into Vrinda’s prized tits.

“I’ll teach you to try to gain control of my territory by backstabbing me, you cunt. I control the southern states not you. “I’ve worked too hard to get this chance to reach the 12th floor to let you take it away from me by stealing customers. From now on I’m after your business in the north, and I’ll soon have you back on the streets where you belong while I run all of India in charge of yours and my replacements,” Amrita screamed as she slapped the trapped Vrinda repeatedly in the face.

“That was business. What I am going to do now is personal for spreading rumours in the office about me not wanting sex, or how I can’t satisfy a man. After tonight you won’t be able to have sex for months.”

Digging her long sharp nails into Vrinda’s cantaloupe-sized breasts she repeatedly raked them with her long, sharpened fingernails, leaving gouge marks oozing blood droplets. Seizing Vrinda by the hair she dragged her out of the cubicle into the washroom. Again, Amrita’s knee slammed into the Hyderabad woman’s belly, doubling her over in pain. She grabbed a handful of hair and swung her right fist in an arc, slamming it into the outside of Vrinda’s left tit. It was all one-way traffic and the dazed older woman let out a yelp of pain before her instincts took over and she charged headfirst into Amrita’s belly, taking them both to the ground.

Because of Amrita’s oiled body, Vrinda could not get a firm grip on her rival and Amrita, although momentarily stunned, recovered from the surprise, reached out again and grabbed Vrinda’s left titflesh, enjoying the look of pain that flashed across her face, digging in even harder when Vrinda gamely took them both to the tiled floor and tried to straddle her foe.

Ignoring the pain in her tits, Vrinda managed to mount Amrita and started to rain punches on her face and tits until a shaken Amrita, her nails raking both of Vrinda’s large nipples, managed, using all her strength, to push the brown-skinned woman off. Blood seeped from where Amrita’s nails had dug painfully and deeply into the skin around Vrinda’s sensitive nipples. Enjoying her immediate dominance Amrita lashed out again with a roundhouse punch and connected with Vrinda’s face. Despite grimacing from the pain Vrinda still grabbed at Amrita’s hair and toppled her so they crashed together to the ground with Vrinda once again on top.

Out for revenge she tore at Amrita’s hair while Amrita tried to bear hug her from underneath. Their tits oozed out the sides of their torsos as they were crushed between them. The two rolled around the tiled floor fighting to gain the upper, controlling position. Suddenly Amrita squealed as her arms were trapped beneath Vrinda as she lay on top of Vrinda. Their legs intertwined as they jockeyed for a better position. Amrita released the bear hug as her head was painfully yanked back by the hair and then she brought both fists crashing down onto each of Vrinda’s already sore tits in retaliation. Vrinda’s yell of pain echoed around the empty gym changing room.

Vrinda was in trouble. She was tired from her strenuous workout. She was dazed and battered from the initial onslaught in the toilet, and her opponent was oiled and fresh. Only her instincts and hatred of defeat in any form kept her going. With her face twisted in pain and anger, she slammed her fist into Amrita’s hanging right tit, the fist burying itself deeply and painfully into the soft hanging flesh. She repeated the effort and then buried her claws into the titflesh. Amrita screamed in absolute agony and twisted and writhed, trying to escape.

The head of the southern states bellowed out in agony and immediately her hands went for Vrinda’s to pull them from her ravaged nipples. Unable to free the hand savaging her left nipple, Amrita tried to dig her hand down into Vrinda’s cunt, but her hand was caught in time and pulled away. A flailing, despairing punch landed and opened another cut on Vrinda’s bottom lip. It gave Amrita respite and she followed it up with a straight arm palm causing Vrinda to spit out blood. However, Vrinda managed to knee Amrita in the cunt causing her to roll off her in pain.

It was a classic no-rules fight, not a staged WWE. This was warfare at its rawest. No great skill, but an unbelievable desire to hurt the opponent even if it meant taking pain to achieve this.

Both women had taken great damage but like giant battleships in a sea encounter, they refused to give up while they could still inflict damage and hurt their opponent. The two began to circle each other as they sucked in air, their bellies heaving with each gasp as they assessed the wounds they had received. Finally, Amrita unleashed a kick aimed at Vrinda’s belly. Vrinda just managed to step back in time and managed to grab Amrita’s leg by the ankle before she could pull it back. A trapped Amrita just managed to drop to her knee as Vrinda’s own foot flew forward in an Ultimate Fighting type kick, causing it to land just below her abdomen and above her cunt, avoiding serious pain to either. Vrinda quickly pulled her leg strike and standing on two feet again, she levered Amrita’s leg up and sent her crashing backwards in a heap onto the floor.