Posted by Emma on 12/6/2002, 6:21 am
Message modified by board administrator 12/17/2002, 7:05 am

This was the first of two catfights I had with other air hostesses. While nowhere near as common as people would like to think, they do happen sometimes. In fact, when I first started flying, I was made aware that there was a hierarchy of "hard" girls who would give you a thrashing if you stepped out of line. Fresh out of boarding school - a veritable fighting academy for young ladies - this just made me wonder where I would fit in! I was aware of Davinia's [stupid pretentious name, isn't it?] reputation as the second hardest girl flying when I found myself working with her on a flight. I was 19 at the time and weighed 126 pounds. She was 25 and a very well built blonde of about 5'9" and 150 or so pounds. She had powerful shoulders, broad hips and full breasts. I decided that it would be fun to provoke her into a fight. If she beat me she beat me, I was always philosophical about that. It was just that I loved the high that fighting gave me. If she took advantage of me sexually after she beat me, so much the better! She wasn't a bad looking sort by any means! Provoking her proved to be very easy. I knew she was flying with her boyfriend, the first officer - affairs that began when the tyres lifted off the runway and ended when they touched again on the return to our home airport were legion and named after a certain tyre company! The man was married of course but some girls could be extremely possessive of "their" boyfriends! I just made a cup of coffee and handed it to him as he was doing his walk around the cabin. Whether he really wanted it or not I knew he would stay and chat to a, if I may say so, not bad looking 19 year old girl. These "boyfriends" were not known for their loyalty! I kept him chatting as long as I could until Davinia, who was obviously expecting him at her station, came looking for him. When she saw him chatting to me her brow was black as thunder! It was hard not to laugh! He took one look at her face and bolted! She moved menacingly close to me and said "Obviously, you haven't heard, he's mine, so keep your mitts off!" "Oh yes, I've heard you think he's yours but he seemed to like me better!" I said smiling. I knew that she wouldn't risk her job by starting anything in the cabin so I thought I might as well wind her up! I was terribly precocious when I was younger! She got even closer to me, veins starting to pop all over the place and said through clenched teeth "Do you know who I am?" I touched her name badge, turning it slightly as if to see her name and said "Davinia?" and then "A silly tart with a jumped up name?" She nearly exploded but somehow managed to keep herself under control "Right, you little upstart, I'm going to come looking for you when we're on the ground and give you the beating of your life." "Really" I drawled "Please stop, you'll make me pee myself. If you want a fight, why don't you ask lover boy if he wants to watch us and see whose better? That should help him make up his mind!" She stopped and I thought for a moment I might have gone too far and given the game away, that I'd been trying to provoke her into a fight all along. But poor old Davinia was pretty thick and just needed time to think it over. In her own mind obviously this silly young slip of a girl would commit hari kari in an attempt to win over her marvellous boyfriend! And wouldn't it be great to show off in front of him by giving her a belting? I could almost see the wheels turning, written on her face. "All right then" she said at last "I'll ask him and we'll come to your room." "No" I said "Call me and I'll meet you in the lobby and we can slip off somewhere quiet. Where we're going that shouldn't be hard." "All right" she said, moving off glaring at me. Which just goes to show how thick she was. I thought she would have had a great advantage over me in the confined space of a hotel room, where her greater strength would have counted for more. I wanted open space to manoeuvre in. It did not at all surprise me that she had the boyfriend with her. Few men could resist the spectacle of two young women fighting over them, as he thought! He seemed well pleased with himself! We easily found a deserted patch of beach, screened by palm trees. We had agreed to fight in Bikinis and slipped off our shirts, shorts and sandals. She had a great body I thought with a quiver of excitement as she stripped. I had to ask her to remove her two big knuckle duster rings though. She must have thought I was stupid as well! We faced each other and I felt that familiar rush of pleasure run right through me at the prospect of combat with another woman. She was standing flat footed as I rose up lightly and took the proper boxers stance. she didn't seem to be alarmed by this, probably because she didn't realise what it was! She rushed at me, I dodged to the side and hit her hard over the ear as she went past. She landed on her face in the sand but was up again quickly enough. "I could play this game with her all night!" I thought. She came at me again. This time I stayed put and gave her a straight right to her left breast. She went over backwards, howling. She rose more slowly this time, watching me warily. "Fight properly" she said "Enough of your tricks!" I really don't know what she meant by that! "Make me!" I said. She came at me another three or four times with the same result, usually one hard punch, sometimes two, sending her to the ground. I realised that I was going to win this fight, my first one out of school. She was starting to look the worse for wear. As she rose for the last time I didn't wait for her to charge again, I didn't think she would actually, even she must have realised by now that this tactic wasn't working. I hit her a terrific right to the jaw and hit both her breasts among the five or six punches that I threw. She flopped to the ground, sobbing. I straddled her and started slapping her face, hard, with both hands from side to side. "What was that about giving me a beating?" I asked. "I give in. Just leave me alone." she sobbed. As I rose from her, the boyfriend, undressed, approached me with a huge erection on display "To the victor the spoils." he said, apparently thinking it very poetic. "What about your girlfriend." I asked, indicating Davinia sobbing on the ground. "I don't care about her, I want you!" he said putting his arms around me. I kneed him as hard as I could, which was pretty hard, in the balls. He screamed and collapsed to the ground. "I don't care about you, either." I said. I helped Davinia back to her room at the hotel and left him lying there. Unfortunately she wasn't into any "lezzo stuff" as she called it so I left her alone and went back to my room. Emma emmakatebrown@hotmail.com