Ever since her husband Richard had
become Senior Vice President at Farlaine Industries, Vicki had enjoyed a
certain status in life. She threw the most successful parties, was the absolute
queen of any social event, and had built a rather large personal empire based
on the secrets and rumors that were offered up to her by all of the company
wives as was her due tribute. All for the promise of words whispered into her
husband’s ear and the possible favors that would flow from them. She had
watched her husband struggle up from the mailroom, supporting him every step of
the way as he climbed the company ladder rung by rung. She was very proud of
her husband, and of the life they had built together. It was not easy keeping
on top of course, being the Queen Bee in a world filled with ambitious
corporate wives was not easy after all. There was always some hopeful newcomer
who aspired to her position, who sought to advance her own husband by wresting
control of empire from the Queen Bee.
Vicki had defeated them all with
either a cold war waged of secrets and lies or, when that did not work, using
her massive breasts and dominating body to simply cow them into submission.
Corralling them into a private meeting she would either subdue them with the
power of her Alpha personality or, if necessary, crush them into a ruined,
tearful mess in the Tit-fight of their lives. Few outside corporate circles
would guess how often a Tit-fight between two savage opponents actually changed
the course of industry. Often the better tits decided who ruled the Byzantine
web of their social scene, and with that their hard-working husband’s careers.
Vicki was unbeaten. More savage and more merciless than most. No other bitch in
the company would dare to challenge her and her powerful rack.
That is until Carol came along.
Her own husband had joined the company after a hostile takeover of a smaller
firm. Rumor had it that he was ultra-ambitious and aiming at the Presidential
chair. The chair that rightly belonged to Vicki’s husband after the “Old Man”
finally decided to call it quits. Carol had come along with her own reputation.
According to rumor she was a cold, cruel and viscous Tit-fighter herself. Also
unbeaten. The clash between them was inevitable. Seeming equals in size and
power, their breasts would be tested to their limits. There could only be one
Queen Bee. The two women finally met in battle ready to destroy their rival in
a brutal war of flesh, one to rule and one to be cast down in agony.
As their war began, Vicki’s
irresistible breasts meeting Carol’s unstoppable tits head on, no one dared
guess who would emerge the stronger.
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(Depending on the response I get from this I am thinking of doing a follow up to this post with a story of their battle for supremacy. All up to you, the reader. I will be looking forward to your comments. - Hungrybear.)