Evelyn drove slowly through the late afternoon traffic, cursing under her breath the insanity of the Australian's for following the English custom of driving on the 'wrong' side of the road. She'd arrived six months ago from California, USA, and still hadn't gotten used to everything being 'backwards.' If it weren't for her job as the brand new executive assistant to the VP of an international trading company and the fact that she'd recently fallen in love with an Aussie surfer, she'd have chucked the whole thing and gone home long ago.

Evelyn had grown up in the beach culture of Venice, California amid the surfers, weight lifters and body builders who hung out along the miles of golden sand in ripped T-shirts, thongs and as little clothing as the law allowed. It was understandable, therefore, that she'd joined them and now at 28 years of age, the blonde had grown into a powerfully built 5ft. 7in. 160 pound goddess. John, her new boy had seen her working out on the beach and struck up a conversation. He was nearly ten years older, extremely handsome, and she was lonely; it was a match made in heaven! They spent that night and the next in John's beach cottage before Evelyn had to return to the city late Sunday so she could be at work early Monday morning.

Every weekend for the next six weeks, Evelyn had driven straight from the office to the beach, fighting the slow traffic and the arcane traffic regulations. Invariably, she arrived in a foul mood, but after a couple of hours with John, she'd mellow out and they'd enjoy their brief time together. She hated Sundays because it meant she wouldn't see John for another five days. She was surprised by how much her body missed sex, something she had become used to getting regularly in the US. Even the regular sessions with John on the weekends left her needing more. She'd finally broken down and bought herself a vibrator which she used regularly during the week. It had been disappointing, however, because she'd thought the higher voltage of Australia's electricity would give her more satisfaction, but it felt the same as the one she'd used at home.

She was in an even worse mood than usual this evening, because her boss, Mavis Travis, had kept her late to finish up some last minute affairs. Evelyn hadn't liked Ms Travis from the moment she met her, but since the firm had paid her relocation from their US office to Australia, she was obligated to remain at least a year to repay the expenses. Mavis was a tall, fairly attractive woman with what Evelyn considered a 'fair' figure for a woman in her late 30's. But her personality! Mavis was what the girls in the US office had called a 'bitches bitch.' She snapped at the women under her authority and made unreasonable demands on the entire staff.

When Evelyn first arrived, the woman she was replacing warned her about Mavis and added an unsettling postscript, 'Don't let yourself be alone with her in the Ladies after closing, if you know what I mean.' It had made Evelyn's first weeks more nerve wracking than usual, but in the six months Evelyn had worked for her Mavis' attitude had always been proper and business-like. Not that they got along, far from it. Mavis was even more demanding of Evelyn than the other women beneath her, but at least Evelyn understood that as her executive assistant, she was held to higher standards. Nevertheless, she wasn't happy about being late for her first night with John in a week.

When she finally reached the beach, Evelyn saw a red Jaguar convertible parked at John's cottage. She used her key to let herself in and the first thing she sensed was the cloying aroma of a woman's perfume. Gardenia, she thought. Then she heard the sounds from John's bedroom. There was no mistaking it, for she had made those springs squeak enough in the last six weeks to know what was happening, the bastard was screwing another woman!

She slipped off her jacket, kicked off her pumps and set down her purse. In a sleeveless blouse and knee-length skirt she tip-toed down the hall to the bedroom. As she feared, John was on top of a brunette and his hips were pumping up and down. The woman's eyes were closed and from her moaning, Evelyn guessed she was close to an orgasm. 'Good,' she thought, 'I can't imagine a better time to interrupt them.' She stepped into the room and waited in the doorway. They were oblivious to her presence until she cleared her throat, 'Hello, John. Why don't you introduce me to the bitch?' He looked up with an expression that could only be described as panic and the brunette snatched the sheet off of John to cover her ample breasts which had become exposed when John spun around.

'OH Jesus!' John gasped as he scrambled to get his pants on. 'I'm sorry Evie, I lost track of the time and didn't know how late it was.' Typical man,' she thought to herself, 'it doesn't matter that he's screwing her behind my back, only that I found out.' While John scrambled to put on some clothes, the brunette sat calmly in bed with the sheet demurely tucked under her chin. Both she and Evelyn were staring at one another icily. Finally, the brunette spoke, 'So, you must be the Yank. John's latest conquest, eh? Do you have a name, or do you just stand their and breath through you open mouth?' Evelyn realized her mouth had been hanging open the entire time and she quickly shut it, feeling a little foolish in the bargain.

Evelyn drew herself up to her full height and with a dramatic sweep of her arm, pointed toward the front door. 'Get out!' she snapped, 'And don't ever let me catch you here again or you'll be sorry.' The brunette smiled, but didn't make any movement toward the door. Finally, she grinned, 'I'm already sorry blondie. We were just getting to the good part when you showed up. Why couldn't you have made your dramatic entrance five minutes later?' Evelyn sneered at her. 'Well, a slut like you shouldn't have any trouble finding a replacement. Just hang around a fire hydrant and some cur will come sniffing around for some pussy.'

The brunette laughed. 'Terribly witty for a Yank. Do you do songs and dance too, or is jokes the extent of your talents? From where I'm sitting, you don't seem to have much else to offer a man.' Evelyn's face turned bright red and she balled up her fists. 'OK Bitch,' she hissed, 'get out of that bed or I'm going to drag you out by the hair. You're going out in the street if I have to drag you there myself.' The brunette tossed aside the sheet and stood up. Evelyn gasped at the sight! She was a giant. 'My name's Julia, by the way,' the brunette said in a low, soft voice. 'Don't call me bitch again if you want keep any of that bleached blonde hair.'

Julia stood nearly 5ft. 11in., more than 4 inches taller than Evelyn. Despite Evelyn's strong physique, Julia's was superior in every department, biceps, abdomen and especially her thighs, each of which was almost as big around as Evelyn's slim waist. Julia must have weighed at least 200 pounds to Evelyn's 160. 'You don't want to start anything with me little woman,' Julia said softly, 'why don't you pick up your stuff and go back to town. I saw John first and now I'm back to claim him permanently.' Evelyn bristled at the woman's implied challenge and she realized she had no choice but to accept it.

Julia was still weak from her love-making and when Evelyn charged unexpectedly, she was slow to react. Evelyn grabbed Julia's hair and drove the big woman back until her head hit the wall with a loud 'crack!' She felt Julia's body sag and she stepped back to gain room as she raked the big woman's chest with her manicured nails. The shock of pain snapped Julia out of her lethargy and she quickly wrapped her big arms around Evelyn's chest, trapping her own arms low in front of her. Julia shook the big blonde like a rag doll as Evelyn's head snapped from side to side as Julia shook her. As Julia's arms tightened, Evelyn's head fell back and a loud groan escaped her lips. She'd never felt such pain as Julia was inflicting.

Evelyn realized she had to do something or Julia would crush the life out of her, so she threw her head forward and her forehead struck Julia squarely in the nose. It exploded in a shower of blood and Evelyn felt the grip on her loosen as Julia's hands went to her face. Evelyn tumbled to the floor and she rose slowly as she fought to get air in her burning lungs. Just as she got to her feet, Julia reached for her. Evelyn ducked away, but Julia caught the back of her blouse and pulled her back. Evelyn gave a mighty effort and got away as her blouse came apart at the seams and left Julia with a handful of expensive cloth.

Evelyn realized that fighting Julia in the confines of the narrow bedroom was useless and she stumbled down the hall toward the larger living room where she hoped her speed and agility would give her room to maneuver against the bigger woman. Julia was right behind her and just as they reached the living room, Julia dove on Evelyn's back. The weight of the big woman carried them to the floor with Julia on top. She reached around from behind with her right arm and clamped her forearm on Evelyn's throat. Her left arm snaked around Evelyn's and she pulled it behind the blonde's back.

They lay that way for a few minutes as each tried to think of what they could do next. Evelyn struck first, raking Julia's forearm with her free hand and gouging a series of furrows in her arm. Julia screamed, but didn't relinquish her choke-hold. Evelyn's face was beginning to turn red and she turned her head to the side to help her breathe. Julia tried to roll over, thinking that if she were on her back, she'd be able to wrap her big legs around Evelyn's waist. She knew if she could just get the blonde between her powerful thighs, she'd be finished.

As Julia rolled onto her back, Evelyn bridged and it gave her sufficient room to drive her right elbow backwards into Julia's big breast. She heard Julia grunt in pain and she did it again and again until she felt the big brunette's grip on her throat slacken. It gave Evelyn just enough room to turn over to face Julia. Although the powerful woman still gripped her left arm, at least it was in front of her now instead of behind her back. Evelyn gazed into Julia's face and saw the look of determination in her eyes. For her part, Julia looked into Evelyn's cool blue eyes and saw the hatred she felt toward the brunette who'd tried to steal her man. They each knew the other would never yield until she could no longer continue to struggle.

Evelyn had done well so far, especially since she had no formal training as a wrestler. She'd had a couple of 'catfights' as a teenager and had participated in a 'show' at a nightclub once on a dare while she was a student in college. It hadn't been a real fight, and both girls had spent most of their time giggling as they tried in vain to keep their tiny bikini's in place. But Evelyn had been athletic her entire life and she understood the concepts of leverage and position. She knew enough to know that as long as she was wrapped in Julia's arms, she was in a lot of trouble!

Since Julia had been completely nude when Evelyn interrupted she and John, her large breasts were not only handy, but presented tempting targets for Evelyn's wrath. She grabbed Julia's left breast in her right and squeezed as tightly as she could. She saw Julia wince and as she bent her fingers to bring her nails to bear, Julia yelped and removed her arm from Evelyn's neck. The blonde gulped in large mouthfuls of air while the brunette went to work pulling Evelyn's fingers from her breast. By the time Evelyn realized it, Julia had a firm grip on her right wrist while she still had a hold of her left arm just above the elbow.

Evelyn looked down in panic and realized that Julia was slowly pressing her upwards using only the strength in her two arms! Despite her attempts to wriggle free, Julia easily lifted Evelyn an arms length above her, then she raised her knee and dropped Evelyn. Julia's knee hit her square in the stomach and knocked the wind out of the strong blonde. Julia tossed Evelyn's gasping body to the side and rolled over with a grin. John, who had followed them to the living room, was standing by the door with his hard prick in his hand, watching open-mouthed as the woman battled.

Julia grabbed Evelyn's bra at the front and with a firm jerk, snapped the shoulder straps and pulled it all the way to her waist. The Yanks firm breasts sprang free, showing two tiny triangles of pale flesh where her small bikini had covered her aureole's (and little else) during her months on the beach. Julia grabbed both breasts in her big fists and leaned forward, twisting and squeezing the flesh as if she were trying to make orange juice from a pair of ripe oranges. Evelyn screamed and kicked her feet in a futile effort to squirm free, but the big woman's weight pressing down on her chest was too much to overcome. John watched in fascination as Evelyn's soft tit-flesh began to ooze between Julia's wide-spread fingers. It was an awesome display of the power of one woman over another.

When she was satisfied that Evelyn had been fully paid for the pain she'd caused her own breasts, Julia released her hold and stood up. She walked over to John, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. 'I think she's learned her lesson,' Julia crowed. Evelyn struggled into a sitting position and cupped her red and swollen breasts in her hands. She looked up at the smirking brunette and slowly got to her feet. 'Not yet I haven't,' she said as she unsnapped her skirt and tossed it aside. With her legs unencumbered by a dress she hoped to have greater mobility. 'If you want him,' Julia laughed, 'come and take him.'

Evelyn lunged forward only to be met by Julia's foot which she snapped out in front of her and drove into the lower portion of Evelyn's belly just above the dark shadow of hair that showed through her white bikini panties. She doubled over clutching her belly and slumped slowly to her knees. Her mouth was moving, but no sound came out. 'I've put up with you long enough,' Julia snarled, 'It's time for you to go.' Julia grabbed a handful of Evelyn's hair, swung her right leg over Evelyn's head and clamped her thighs together on Evelyn's neck.

The poor blonde was kneeling on the floor facing John while Julia stood straddling her neck, also watching John's face. As Julia slowly constricted her, Evelyn's hands rose and clawed at Julia's thighs in a final effort to force her to open her legs. Julia reached down, grabbed her wrists and lifted her hands into the air at her sides. She began to squeeze the blonde's neck between her thighs and Evelyn was unable to do anything to stop it. She was already too weak to stand, although Julia's tremendous weight made it unlikely in any event. Without the time or ability to set her feet properly, even Evelyn's great strength couldn't lift 200 pounds of dead weight and every second that passed her strength faded because of her inability to breathe.

This continued for several minutes, with Evelyn's struggles slowly subsiding until she sat without moving between Julia's huge legs. Julia playfully shook her breasts at John as she squeezed the last resistance from Evelyn. John moved forward and knelt in front of Evelyn, watching her face closely to prevent Julia from killing the blonde. Evelyn's eyes closed and she ceased all resistance. John used his thumb to lift her eyelid and he saw her pupil was dilated. 'Let her go Julia, it's all over. She's out cold.' Julia gave a final squeeze of her thick thighs and opened her legs. Evelyn's limp body slid down Julia's legs and she toppled slowly over onto her back, laying with her arms outstretched. Her chest heaved as her lungs sucked in the oxygen they'd been deprived of.

'Now for a little fun,' Julia chortled as she pulled down Evelyn's panties and ran her hand over the woman's pubic mound. She arranged Evelyn's body on the floor, flat on her back with her legs spread wide and her arms stretched over her head. Then she placed her knees on either side of Evelyn's waist and waited for her to regain consciousness. As Evelyn came out of the blackness, her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at Julia's round face. 'G'day Yank. Have a nice sleep?' she asked. Evelyn blushed, it was the first time she'd ever been beaten up by another woman and it was humiliating. She tried to rise, but Julia pushed her back down again.

'Not so fast, love,' she said as she smiled wickedly. 'You interrupted me when I was just about to have an orgasm. Since it's your fault I missed it, you're going to make things right.' At first Evelyn didn't know what she was talking about, but when it dawned on her, she shook her head vehemently. 'No, never! I won't do it. It's disgusting! Perverted!' Julia laughed, 'That it is, love, but it's that or I put you back to sleep and this time, you may not wake up at all.' She slid forward and pushed her neatly trimmed pussy onto Evelyn's mouth. At first, Evelyn refused to even open her mouth, but since she couldn't breath with Julia sitting on her nose, she was finally forced to open her mouth and attempt to breath. When she did, Julia began to grind herself on Evelyn's face and taunt her.

'Come, love, I know all you Yanks know how to do this, do it and get it over with.' Evelyn was completely intimidated by the big woman and with a sob of resignation stuck out her tongue. She wasn't so much licking Julia's clitoris as allowing the big woman to rub against her tongue but to Julia they were both equally satisfying finishes to the fight.

Just then John heard the front door slam behind him and a voice said, 'Hello Johnny! What's this, are you into voyeurism too?' Just then Julia climaxed with a little cry and a huge sigh. She looked up and her heart sank at the sight of the woman standing beside John. She swallowed hard and meekly said, 'Hello Aunt Mavis, what are you doing here?' Mavis laughed, 'I was down this way on business and thought I'd drop by and surprise John. After all, just because we're getting a divorce doesn't mean we can't still be friends, does it?'

Mavis pointed toward the body beneath Julia's wide hips, of which only a shock of blond hair and a pair of impressive breasts was visible from where she stood. 'It looks like you've broadened your horizons Julia. Tell me you're not just sleeping with women's husbands but, you've started to include the women themselves. Right?' Julia blushed, 'No Aunt Mavis, this slut is just finishing something she interrupted.' She stood up and walked into the bedroom to get her clothes. Mavis turned to say something to John and then she suddenly turned and looked at the woman's body again.

'Jesus, John,' she gasped, 'Do you know who this is?' He shifted uncomfortably and nodded, 'Of course I do, she's my girlfriend. At least, she was until Julia came back into my life. It looks like she's my ex-girlfriend now. Why, do you know her?

Mavis laughed, 'Know her? Good lord, John, she's my new executive assistant. How long have you been screwing her?' John was stunned, 'Your what? She never mentioned where she worked. It never occurred to me that you . . and her . . even knew one another.' Mavis licked her lips hungrily as she ran her eyes over Evelyn's prostrate form. The young woman was just beginning to stir from her latest bout of unconsciousness. 'Why don't you and your amazon get out of here and leave the two of us alone. I think I need to have a long, intimate discussion with my girl.'

John wouldn't argue with Mavis, especially when Julia was involved. It had been his extra-marital affair with Mavis niece that caused their divorce in the first place and Julia had been away for more than six months healing and recuperating from the wounds Mavis had inflicted with her karate attack when she'd caught them in bed. He'd been surprised that Julia's strength hadn't been of more use against a woman nearly fifteen years older, but Mavis was a black belt and Julia had never had any formal training. John and Julia quickly disappeared and when Evelyn recovered, she saw her boss, Mavis Travis sitting on the sofa opposite her calmly smoking a cigarette.

Evelyn blushed and quickly covered her breasts and pussy with her hands. 'Now, now, Evelyn, no false modesty at this point. Remember, I've been sitting here staring at your superb figure for some time now. Come on, hands down. That's a girl.' Evelyn was too stunned at Mavis unexpected appearance to speak for a while then she gasped, 'Wha . . . what are you doing here? Did you follow me?' Mavis chuckled, 'You certainly have an inflated sense of self worth if you think I'd follow you anywhere Evelyn. No, actually, I was coming to visit my husband.' Evelyn was confused, 'Husband? I didn't even know you were married. Does he live near here?'

Mavis was having trouble controlling her laughter. 'No, silly. He lives HERE!' she indicated the house in which they were sitting. Then it began to dawn on Evelyn what Mavis was saying. 'YOU AND JOHN?' Mavis nodded slowly. 'But who was that big bag of muscles?' Evelyn asked, sounding totally confused by the events of the evening. 'You mean Julia? She's my niece. I caught she and John in bed together about six months ago and that's the reason we're getting a divorce. It's not final yet, so technically, you've been in the sack with my husband, young woman. What have you to say for yourself?'

Evelyn couldn't think of a thing to say but Mavis put her at ease. 'It's alright, dear. It's just like anything else in life. If you break the rules, you must pay the penalty. Are you prepared to pay the penalty for sleeping with my husband?' Evelyn swallowed and nodded slowly, she had wanted to go home anyway, so getting the sack wasn't going to be a complete downer.

'Good,' Mavis said as she began to unbutton her blouse, 'come to the bedroom and let's get better acquainted. I just know you're going to become a very 'personal' executive assistant after all. Evelyn and Mavis spent the entire night together and Evelyn was startled to find that her orgasms with Mavis were far more fulfilling and satisfying than the ones she'd experienced with men. 'First thing Monday morning,' Mavis told her, 'let's get together to schedule ourselves for a roll in the hay every day around tea time.' Evelyn smiled, if the rest of her year as Mavis assistant went anything like the last few hours, she had a lot to look forward to.

The End