By A. Penman

Debbie Dyson was proud of her most recent accomplishment...kind of. In just under a year the beautiful brunette with shoulder length hair had risen to the esteemed position of “Associate” at the Mesquite, TX Wolemart. Technically, her title was “Co-Associate.” This was not entirely what she had hoped for, as it was a shared title. But it was a step up to a department head position, and a step up in her career ladder. So, she vowed to swallow her pride and do her best.
However, the reason she was not pleased with this shared role was that the person she was forced to share the position with was a woman she did not like.

Hannah Hoover had been hired a little over six months ago. She was a gorgeous blond with hair that came down to her middle back. Except for hair color, she was a physical match for Debbie in every way. She had quickly become a favorite of both staff and management and had been assigned to the electronics department after her “corporate philosophy” acclimatization and store orientation was completed. But after about six months, she let it be known that she was not happy there.

Debbie was not thrilled when her supervisor and store manager, a weasel like man named Bruce Bissell, transferred Hannah from electronics to her department. Then, adding insult to injury, Debbie was ordered to orient her.

Now, just shy of the year mark for Debbie and the seven month mark for Hannah, Bissell decided that both of these lovely women should co-manage the Housewares department. She had been led to believe by Bissell that she would eventually have autonomy in Housewares. When this did not turn out to be the case, she became justifiably upset.

Bissell was known by his underlings as “Bissell the suck up” because he always had his nose up the ass of upper-level management with his lips puckered, ready to kiss ass. In his office one day, Debbie expressed her distress over this repugnant situation.

“Mr. Bissell, you told me that if I applied myself and worked hard, which I have done, that I could manage Housewares. Now you’re telling me that I must share that responsibility with...with...HER!” Debbie was so upset that she couldn’t even say Hanna’s name.
Bissell peered out over his wire rimmed glasses, barely able to avert his leer from Debbie’s wondrous EE chest. Debbie was so emotional that Bissell could see her hardened nipples pushing out as her white satin blouse struggled to contain her massive breasts. My goodness, how those top buttons are straining, he thought as his burgeoning cock hid behind the confines of his custom Wolemart executive desk.

“My dear Debbie. You have worked hard and done a wonderful job! And I know this isn’t what you hoped for. However, several studies have shown that fostering a healthy competition between employees can significantly improve productivity. And that’s what it’s all about-the bottom line.” He said, pleased with himself.

“You want us to compete against each other?” Debbie said in disbelief.

Bissell smugly leaned back in his chair. He raised his arms and clasped his hands behind his head, unknowingly exposing his underarm perspiration stains. In his mind’s eye, he envisioned beautiful Hannah squaring off with Debbie. She was every bit as busty as Debbie. And from the minute he hired her, he knew exactly what he had in mind.

Debbie cringed at the sight of his “pits” and tried not to inhale too deeply as Bissell’s essence began to permeate the office air.
“Why not? It’ll be good for the four of you...I mean the two of you. It’ll be an exceptional competition! The two of you are so evenly matched!”

“Exactly what do you mean by ‘evenly matched?’” Debbie demanded an explanation.

Bissell stuttered a bit as he attempted to explain.

“Well, you’re both young, beautiful women with exceptional assets.”

Debbie looked at him, questioning his meaning.

“What I mean is you’re both young and both have plenty of talent and ambition. I’m guessing that you’re both twenty two or twenty three years old.”

“Twenty three.” Debbie verified.

“Look, Debbie. As I see it, both you and Hannah have bright futures here at Wolemart. I’m asking that both of you hang in there and accept the situation, put aside any ill feelings and keep this a friendly competition. I believe that with cooperation and hard work, the two of you can bring Housewares up to corporate standards. I think the two of you will eventually come to see the wisdom of this decision, and the two of you will end up getting along famously. Wouldn’t that be splendid?” he lied.

Confused, Debbie left his office in a huff, unsatisfied with what Bissell had said. Still, she would try to make the best of the situation.

Bissell knew exactly how old they were, as he’d spent some time in private perusing both of their job applications for “pertinent information” such as their marital status. Sure, both girls were indeed young, beautiful and ambitious. But Bissell was far more interested in how they matched up physically. He was quite thrilled by the fact that both women sported such delightfully large bosoms. Both women were about five feet four inches tall, with beautiful faces and spectacular bodies all around. Bissell sensed that, given a nurturing work environment and enough time, there would eventually be a heated physical confrontation between Debbie and Hannah and their four EE breasts and who knows what else. He intended to provide an atmosphere in which the ill feelings between these two magnificent women could foment, to the point when they could no longer keep their hands off of each other. His intent was to gently guide them to an all out, epic, hopefully naked, winner take all, woman to woman battle. To his prurient delight, things between the two busty Co-Associates began to heat up quickly.

After little more than a week of sharing the responsibilities of the job, they began to disagree over this and that-small things at first. Each of them would come to his office in private in order to complain about the other. He would make only modest attempts to assuage them, telling each woman that she just needed to work a little harder at getting along and making the department more profitable. Needless to say, each woman left his office unhappy.

The next thing that Bissell learned, through his small network of informants, thrilled him immeasurably.

It seemed that Hannah and Debbie had begun to openly compete with outfits that each wore to work. Skirts were getting tighter and increasingly shorter. Then blouses became an area of contention. Fully aware of each other’s assets, both women began to show up to work in tighter and lower cut and blouses. On an almost daily basis, each woman would show up to work in tops that were meant to say “my tits are better than your tits, bitch.” A sweltering female competition was evolving, just as Bissell had hoped. Like molten lava, the slow, foreboding bubbling of full, rounded white hot cleavage seemed destined to erupt. Just thinking of this latent, inevitable clash of the bust lines in the privacy of his office, Bissell could barely keep his right hand off of his crotch.

But the straw that broke the camel’s back, the incident that provoked a heated verbal argument, happened in the vacuum cleaner section. The Housewares department boasted a fine selection of the latest home cleaning machines from all the top manufacturers. But Debbie and Hannah ultimately disagreed on which styles to keep in stock.

Debbie wanted to do away with all canister style cleaners that required bags. She felt that they were obsolete. Certainly, no one wanted to buy them anymore. They would just sit around collecting dust, and not the way they were supposed to. Why take up valuable display space with vacuums no one wanted anymore when they could better utilize the space to display more of the latest styles of bag-less vacuum cleaners? Hannah vehemently disagreed with her. She felt that there was still a market for canister vacuums with bags. She argued that lots of people still liked and used them, including herself. There was no way she was going to let Debbie eliminate them. Not on her watch.

So there, in front of a delightful display of Shark Navigators, Shark Rocket Ultra-Lights and Shark Freestyle Cordless cleaners, the two busty women stood toe to toe, snarling at each other over the merits and drawbacks of bag versus bag-less vacuum cleaners, no longer able to conceal or control their disdain for each other. They had reached the tipping point. A small crowd of excited men quickly gathered, hoping to witness two busty women get into tangled, roll-around catfight.

“Reeeerrrr!!!!” one of the men vocalized.

“Hiiissssss!!! another man responded.

Over the in-store public address system, a voice announced:

“Attention Wolemart shoppers! Catfight in Housewares! Once again, catfight in the Housewares department! Get over there fast! You won’t want to miss it! And while you’re there, shoppers, why not take advantage of our everyday low prices on the vacuum cleaner of your choice?”

Bissell, who had been paged on his personal pager, rushed excitedly to the scene. When he arrived, the two women were exchanging insults, about to lunge into each other. He quickly noted the minimal space that separated their jutting, perfectly aligned and heaving bosoms. The battle of his dreams was about to happen. But he couldn’t let it happen in public. He had a plan.

“Now now...ladies please!!!” he beseeched.

“Stop this public display of open hostility between two super hot women!”

Hannah turned to him and spoke first.

“Mr. Bissell, this bitch...”

“Who you callin’ bitch?” Debbie screamed.

“Alright! Enough!!!” Bissell asserted, feeling his loins surge from power. “Both of you. In my office. Now!!!”

They both looked at him, frozen.

“NOW ladies!!!!!!”

“Wow. He’s really upset. Did you see all those exclamation points?” Debbie observed.

“He must mean business.” Hannah offered.

Upset and a bit afraid, both women followed Bissell to his office. Once inside, Bissell locked the office door and gestured for the two women to have a seat.

“You want us to sit there? Next to each other on the couch?”

“I want the two of you to be close together.”

“I don’t want to sit next to that bitch!” Hannah exclaimed.

“I don’t wanna sit next to you either, slut!” Debbie retorted.

But Bissell insisted, so they begrudgingly complied. He pulled up a comfortable office chair and sat directly facing the women.
“Closer together ladies. Hip to hip if you would.”

“But...” Debbie objected.

“But...” Hannah protested.

“Hip to hip, ladies!” Bissell again insisted. So they moved in close, making contact from their butts fully down to their knees. Both women tingled at the contact. Bissell sensed their mutual arousal. He smiled at them through his poor dentition.

Sitting so close to each other, Hannah’s arm went reflexively around Debbie’s waist. Realizing what she had done, she recoiled instantly, then moved away from Debbie.

“What’s the matter bitch? You afraid of a little body contact with me?” Debbie asked, mockingly.

Hannah, realizing that she had shown weakness, then felt it necessary to over compensate. She pounced on Debbie, forcing her down on her back on the couch, and then stretched out on top of her, body to body-all to Bissell’s voyeuristic delight.

“How’s this for body contact, bitch?” Hannah mocked.

Feeling the fullness of Hannah, chest on chest, Debbie became excited and stretched her legs out while wrapping her arms around Hannah’s waist. Both busty women instantly knew their destiny. Their bodies acclimated to each other. Through the fabric of blouses and brassieres, fulsome, perfectly matched breasts began to spar and rhythmically wrestle while Bissell’s cock sprung to attention. He sensed he could now steer this in the direction it needed to go.

“Now ladies! Hannah, Debbie please...”

“Stay out of this, Bissell!” Debbie said, turning to him, surprised at her own impertinence. But then, to her surprise and delight, Hannah chimed in.

“Yeah Bissell, mind your own fucking business. This is between me and Debbie.”

Then, suddenly the two women looked at each other and realized something. Bissell then tried again.

“Actually girls, I was about to say that I have an idea. One you both might like.”

“Let’s hear it.” Hannah said, speaking for them both while not breaking eye contact and tit to tit contact with Debbie.

“Well, there is a way to settle this, if you’re interested in hearing it.”

The two sexually aroused rivals then separated and sat up.

“What do you have in mind, Mr. B?” Debbie asked.

“Well, my two prized subordinates, it occurs to me that the Executive Exercise Room will be completely empty in less than a half hour.”

“And?” They both said.

“Well, it seems to me that when I close the store this evening I could somehow forget to lock the exercise room. I have been a bit forgetful lately. This is, of course, after I conveniently provide the two of you with certain necessities, such as mats, towels and anything else that you two obviously determined-to-lock-in-battle women might need. Perhaps even some baby oil. What do you think?” Bissell snorted.

Debbie consulted with Hannah with her eyes. Hannah understood. She then spoke for both of them.

“We accept the offer. But there’s a condition.”

“Name it!” Bissell excitedly replied.

“Hannah and I have accepted our fate. We intend to settle this, woman to woman, in private.”

“OK. What’s the caveat?”

The two women smiled at each other, then turned to Bissell.

“You DO NOT get to watch.” Hannah stated, assertively.

“Oh! That’s just not fair!” A frustrated, blue balled Bissell protested.

“Tough shit, Bissell! You set us up for this! You think we don’t know that, you weasel?” Debbie added angrily.

Bissell had no choice. After all his scheming, he couldn’t not let them fight. Meekly, he consented to their stipulations.

But Bissell didn’t rise to store manager by being stupid. He had a backup plan.

To be continued