Her good mood was, however, dispelled when she stepped out of the elevator at her apartment building to see a young woman standing next to her door. She had short dark hair and was wearing black leather trousers, a figure hugging white vest top and square heeled sandals. She carried a large bag over on shoulder. Although she couldn’t recall her name, Lilah recognized her as the arrogant little bitch from Angel Investigations. She looked around and, satisfied there were only the two of them present, she strode confidently toward her apartment. The dark-haired woman looked up, her attractive face full of intent that set off alarm bells in Lilah’s brain.
“Home from a hard day summoning evil demons?” sneered the young woman.
“What the fuck do you want? Has Angel been reduced to sending messenger girls now?” snapped Lilah
“No, I’ve come her to see you alone, bitch!” snarled Cordelia.
Lilah was about to tell her to leave her alone, when she saw a door down the hall open. She didn’t need a scene in public in an expensive apartment block like this.
“Then you’d better some in then, hadn’t you,” Lilah said as she opened the door, stepped inside and switched on the light.
As she’d gotten into the habit of doing recently, she instinctively slipped off her light grey business jacket and walked to the drink cabinet, leaving her guest to close the door. As Lilah poured herself a large drink, Cordelia closed the door just a bit too loudly so as to catch the older woman’s attention. As Cordelia turned to face Lilah, she deliberately slipped her bag to the floor. She was vaguely impressed at Lilah’s taste in office dress; an expensive knee length skirt with a thigh high slit, lustrous silk blouse, stockings and heels from the latest fashion collection. She also admired the tastefully expensive furniture that by its very scarcity (a drink cabinet, large sofa, recliner, shelf units, deep carpet and a home entertainment system) emphasized the size of the room. Lilah was a bitch, but she knew how to dress and decorate to her advantage.
“I see being an evil bitch pays well,” Cordelia purred.
“Did I invite you in to stay?” Lilah snapped. “Pass on your message and get back to Angel like a good little Angel girl!”
Lilah took a drink as the young woman walked towards her. She stood to emphasize the fleeting nature of their meeting as Cordelia walked towards her, stopping only when they were almost face to face.
“Oh Angel didn’t send me, I came to see you all by myself.”
“And why’s that?” Lilah asked, trying to remain levelheaded.
“Because Miss Power Dressing Slag, you’ve messed with my mind, with my friends and what’s more, frankly, you’ve pissed me off. I’ve had enough of it so I thought I’d come see you so we could sort it out woman-to-woman.”
“You might have been a bitch in Sunnydale girlie,” Lilah hissed. “But here, you’re out of your league. Go home before you get hurt!”
Lilah was smiling as she spoke, but her irritation was clearly seeping through. She took another sip of her drink.
“I don’t need magic to hurt you Miss Lilah I slept my way to the top!” said Cordelia sweetly smiling at the older woman.
Before Lilah Morgan could fire off a reply, Cordelia grabbed the wrist of the hand holding her drink and yanked it down, spilling the drink on Lilah’s expensive carpet. With her free hand, Cordelia slapped Lilah hard.
Lilah was taken aback completely by the unexpected attack. As a Wolfram & Hart employee she was immune from the physical impact of their work and she’d left such things behind in Law school. While the shock sank in, Cordelia reached with her right hand and grabbed Lilah’s hair, pulling hard. Lilah squealed and dropped her glass as the younger woman spun round, dragging her with her and flung her unceremoniously across the living room.
Lilah staggered across the carpet, not stopping until she caught herself on the arm of the sofa. She felt a hand grab the back of her hair, tugging it out of its styling and she turned to face her young opponent using her right hand to slap her back. Lilah’s attack was rewarded with a satisfying THWACK that must have stung Miss Cordelia Chase despite her lack of outward emotion.
“You dirty little slut I’ll kill you!” hissed Lilah, her voice dripping with venom.
“Bring it on skank - if you think you’re woman enough!” sneered Cordelia showing her disdain for her opponent.
Both her hands reached up as Cordelia grabbed the lawyer’s hair, pulling furiously. Lilah retaliated, sinking her own long fingers into the investigators short dark hair. They staggered about the room battling for supremacy, each tugging and yanking viciously at the others hair; grunting and squealing with exertion and from the pain.
Being taller gave Lilah a slight advantage but it was more than offset by Cordelia having more hair to grab hold of and pull. Neither woman’s footwear was exactly ideal for a catfight, nor did the thick carpet make things any easier. Cordelia yanked Lilah’s head viciously to the right, dragging her body with her as she spat venomous insults at the older woman.
The heel of the lawyer’s expensive shoe gave way (after all, it was intended to look good, not provide a stable platform for a catfight) and she stumbled to the floor pulling the younger woman down with her. Neither would release her hold on the other’s hair so when Lilah landed on her back, she was still reaching up into Cordelia’s hair as she knelt on the carpet bending over Lilah. Cordelia was quick to take advantage, throwing her left leg over the prostrate Lilah and straddling her waist.
“Being flat on your back remind you of how you got your position slut?” snarled Cordelia as she tried to rub Lilah’s face into the carpet.
Lilah said nothing as she tried to battle back from her disadvantageous position, shaking Cordelia’s head from side to side as she bent over her. Realizing her shoes were now a liability, Lilah managed to kick off her broken shoe, but the other refused to come off so easily. As she felt her cheek start to burn from being scrubbed against the rough carpet pile, the lawyer removed one hand from Cordelia’s hair to try to gain some relief by pulling at Cordelia’s hand in her hair.
Now thoroughly pissed off with her shoe not coming off, Lilah kicked her leg until her shoe flew into the air. By some quirk of physics, the shoe hit Cordelia in the back of he head and bounced off with enough force that the young woman sat back upright and let out an expletive. This gave considerable relief to Lilah, who hadn’t gotten where she was today without knowing how to exploit a situation to her own advantage.
She let go of Cordelia’s hair with her other hand. She reached up and fastened her claws on Cordelia’s breasts, squeezing them hard through the thin damp material of her vest. Cordelia let out another string of expletives at this unexpected assault on her sensitive fleshy globes.
“You third rate tramp, lets see if you’re half the bitch you thought you were in Sunnydale!” snarled Lilah as she applied more pressure.
But Cordelia was no novice catfighter (how else do you become the head bitch in school?). She reached down and grabbed Lilah’s breasts through her blouse, squeezing so hard the legal eagle let out expletives not heard in court rooms.
“I’m sure I can teach an old dog like you a few tricks!” hissed Cordelia despite her own discomfort.
The effort of a long day at work and the trip home in a sultry Los Angeles summer meant both women were now liberally covered in a thin sheen of sweat. While they continued to squeeze each other’s breasts, Lilah was able to bring her knee up into Cordelia’s back. She let out a squeal of pain that increased in volume when Lilah was able to land a second painful blow causing her to slide off and fall away from the lawyer.
Lilah used the opportunity to let go of Cordelia and using her hand to break Cordelia’s grip on her, then roll away across the carpet. It must have been at least five years since Lilah had been involved in anything like this and although she was in shape she badly needed a short breather. But it was too short lived, for as soon as she escaped, Lilah saw the angry young woman scrambling after her on all fours.
Lilah reacted by lashing out with her stocking clad foot, aiming for Cordelia’s head but her kick was easily dodged. A second kick only resulted in Cordelia catching her by the ankle and pulling her even closer. This wasn’t what Lilah intended at all as she felt herself being dragged across the carpet kicking and flailing at Cordelia who rose up on her knees and reached out to grab the lawyer’s skirt.
But instead of Lilah’s skirt, Cordelia grabbed stocking. She pulled anyway, ripping a large hole and laddering the nylon. Lilah managed to catch Cordelia on the hip with a kick, and although Cordelia winced she continued to hold on. Cordelia next got her right hand on Lilah’s expensive grey skirt and pulled hard so that Lilah was pulled within range. But at the decisive moment, the skirt tore open violently coming away in her hand.
Cordelia toppled over backwards so she didn’t see Lilah’s hi cut white panties. Before she could recover, Lilah threw hereself on top of Cordelia, unintentionally driving her knee into the crotch of her leather trousers. Cordelia let out a loud shriek followed by a groan. Cordelia had no time to recover with Lilah on top of her digging both hands in her hair and shaking her head from side to side like a dog with a bone.
“You dirty little skank, so you wanna rip clothes, huh?” snarled Lilah.
Cordelia’s response was to let go of Lilah’s ruined skirt and twist both hands in her opponent’s long, lighter hair, pulling her head back until the smug, bitchy smile was wiped off her face. Lilah squealed as she clamped a hand across the young woman’s face, trying to dig her short nails into her eyes or cheeks, but with little actual affect. Lilah used her free hand to take hold of the investigator’s vest and she pulled so hard that, despite the young woman’s struggles, it ripped open like a magician unveiling a surprise.
In this case, the surprise was Cordelia’s firm breasts encased in a white bra. Lilah started punching Cordelia in the stomach to stop her struggling and was rewarded by a loud groan followed by a slackening of Cordelia’s hair pulling. Lilah sensed victory was near. Instead, as one of Cordelia’s hands fell away from her hair, it came back up in a vicious slap that stung her cheek. She could feel a warm glow as her cheek flushed bright red.
“Not finished with you yet. skank!” shouted Cordelia who used the hand to grab Lilah by the throat and started to choke her.
The sudden reversal of fortune allowed Cordelia to roll Lilah on her side and follow up so that she was once again on top. Lilah struggled with both hands to break the grip on her throat and was rewarded for her struggle by being allowed to gulp down a breath of fresh air. But it was when she saw Cordelia grab a handful of the front of her blouse that Lilah renewed the offensive.
As buttons started to strain unnaturally, Lilah pressed both hands up under Cordelia’s breasts, pushing her white bra up and aside so she could dig her sharp fingernails cruelly into the firm but sensitive flesh. A look of shock crossed Cordelia’s face just as Lilah’s blouse split apart from top to bottom and fell open to reveal her expensive designer bra matching her panties. In desperation Cordelia aimed a series of slaps at Lilah’s reddening face which produced no discernible relief so she took hold of Lilah’s bra, pulled it down so the older woman’s slightly larger breasts were exposed. Without any hesitation, Cordelia stabbed her fingers in and Lilah howled so loud it could have risen the dead (which in her line of work would be considered a useful ability to have!)
Neither woman was very experienced at breast squeezing as a way of inflicting pain and suffering but they were fast learners and both believed they were the aggrieved party, so they set about the task with gusto. Cordelia concentrated on squeezing and squashing the sensitive flesh between her fingers while Lilah went down the road of pulling Cordelia’s breasts in opposite directions. Each new movement wracked the other woman with pain which she expressed in moans, groans, squeals and shrieks of hurt, interlaced with crude expletives and insults.
Cordelia had suffered longer from Lilah’s attack and was trying to catch up in the hurt stakes when Lilah discovered that something interesting happened when she pinched and twisted the younger woman’s erect red nipples.
“Oh shit!” wailed Cordelia. “You dirty demon screwing whore!” she gasped as her head fell back, her face contorted and sweaty with pain.
Lilah would have smiled at the serendipity of her accidental discovery, but she too was suffering. Cordelia realized she had to break off from the fight to recover and check for damage to her breasts. She shoved Lilah’s breasts hard against her chest and the lawyer screamed oaths and invective definitely never heard in court. In doing so, Lilah lost her cruel grip on Cordelia’s nipples which allowed her to release her grasp on Lilah and scramble back on her knees.
Lilah rolled over with her arms across her chest in pain. Both women badly wanted to cry but neither was about to give the other the satisfaction of seeing her in tears if they could possibly help it. Cordelia started to crawl past the prone Lilah, trying to get her bearings in the strange room and find her bag.
With Lilah behind her, Cordelia couldn’t see the lawyer as she rose to all fours and set off in pursuit. In fact, Cordelia didn’t realize what was going on until she felt Lilah grab one of her ankles to pull the young woman back to resume the fight. As Cordelia looked over shoulder, her sandal slipped off her foot and Lilah lost her hold. Cordelia scrambled forward, kicking off her other sandal so that, like Lilah, she was barefoot.
In frustration, Lilah threw the useless sandal at Cordelia, hitting her lower back and making her squeal. The sound encouraged Lilah sufficiently to throw herself forward in a manner she hadn’t done for years but she was able to grab Cordelia’s designer leather trousers at the waist. Before Cordelia could react to what was happening, Lilah had her hair with her other hand and was pulling her head back hard so she screamed. Lilah was deaf to Cordelia’s cries as she struggled to break free.
Lilah slide her hand over the leather up between Cordelia’s legs. She tried to defend herself from what was coming but Lilah pulled her hair even harder as her other hand worked the buttons of the trousers. Despite Cordelia’s struggling and writhing, the buttons opened one after the other and Lilah started pulling the trousers. They seemed to peel away from the young detectives skin as easily as peeling a banana. Lilah only stopped in shock when she realize Cordelia wasn’t wearing panties.
Barely had Lilah uttered, “You dirty little slut!” than Cordelia’s right foot shot back and her heel made contact, albeit not as solidly as she hoped, with Lilah’s crotch.
Lilah’s underwear was certainly expensive but it gave no protection against Cordelia’s kick and she fell back clutching herself while Cordelia crawled forward as well as she could with her trousers around her knees. Hearing Lilah groan, Cordelia realized that she had some time and stopped to slide out of her damp leather trousers. She stood up, her sweaty, naked body on full view to anyone who’d been spying on the 13th floor apartment.
Lilah was slowly getting to her feet, using the arm of the sofa for support as she stared malevolently at Cordelia’s crotch and negligible pubic bush in a way that could be interpreted several ways. As Lilah stood up, Cordelia charged, sinking both hands into Lilah’s disheveled and frayed hair, pulling hard as their bare bodies slapped together. The impact pushed Lilah back, despite her best efforts to hold her ground, until her back was up against the wall. Their already sore breasts rubbed and flattened so close together that it was nearly impossible to grab them, so Lilah decided to concentrate on pulling Cordelia’s hair.
“Can’t handle a real bitch fight, huh!” Lilah snarled, twisting Cordelia by the hair and reversing their positions on the wall.
“Don’t worry skank, I can handle you any day!” hissed the ex-Sunnydale bitch through teeth clenched against her pain.
As Lilah attempted to pin her against the wall, Cordelia put her foot on wall and pushed off, forcing Lilah back. Before Lilah could protect herself, she stepped on a discarded shoe and twisted her ankle so she fell over backward. Cordelia fell with her in the mutual bout of hair pulling. Lilah landed badly, not only from her fall but also from having a twenty something woman land on top of her knocking the breath out of her lungs. Both women squealed and screeched in pain, but it was Cordelia who, having come out best from the fall, resumed the hair pulling first - shaking Lilah’s head back and forth on the carpet.
Lilah screamed and reached for Cordelia’s hair but Cordelia had moved up straddling the lawyers chest and her hair was now out of reach. Lilah resorted to pinching and scratching at Cordelia’s battered breasts but Cordelia was having none of that. She started to bounce on Lilah’s stomach, making her wail, then she started to move upward.
Lilah’s screeches and flapping was cut short when Cordelia dropped her crotch on the older woman’s face, rubbing back and forth making sure she fully covered Lilah’s nose and mouth. The legal eagle’s struggles rapidly faded as she grew weaker and weaker. To finish her off, Cordelia grabbed Lilah by the hair and jerked her red face up and clamped it tight to her wet crotch. Lilah’s capitulation was total and was marked by a soft, distant sigh as her body went limp.
Cordelia remained seated in the “winner’s position” for several minutes taking stock of the cost of her win. She stroked her aching, battered breasts, her fingers gently fluttered across the carpet burns on her body and she ran her fingers through her ruined hair.
But as she got up and looked down at the defeated woman at her feet, she knew it all was worth it. She walked over to her bag and took out a pair of knee boots and a skirt. She collected what little was salvageable from her clothes and helped herself to one of Lilah’s expensive designer blouses. Before departing, she left one of her business cards with a note on it, “Angel Investigation Babes-1; Wolfram & Hart Sluts-0”.
She turned the stereo on and dialed the volume up to an annoyingly loud level, then she left the scene of the fight, making sure she left Lilah’s front the door open so that any curious passers-by from her building could wander in to get a look at their neighbor and, perhaps, wonder just a little about her taste for kinky extracurricular activities.