Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental.
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The last time that Ken wore a suit and tie was at
Le Buse Et Crachat
and tugged at his tie uncomfortably as he entered the hall in a local firehouse where
DiSH
were holding their New Year's Eve party.
Things were going well between him and Brenda. Though they didn't come as a couple tonight, they had planned to join each other and sit together. He found a table that was relatively empty and took a seat.
Brenda arrived about ten minutes later wearing a colorful party dress. She sat with Ken and they kissed. A hostess came around with a tray of hors d'oeuvres, and they each took one. Over the next half hour, more people filtered in and their table filled up. Brenda and Ken made light conversation with the other DiSH members at their table, as the band warmed up.
When the band finally started playing a slow rumba, Brenda said to Ken, "C'mon! Let's dance!"
No sooner than they had begun to sway to the music on the dance floor then Ken froze and his jaw dropped in stunned shock. Brenda was about to say something when Jenna stepped up behind her with such a scowl on her face, and tapped Brenda on the shoulder.
Brenda turned and gasped when she saw it was Jenna.
Jenna announced to the whole room, "You're dancing with my squeeze!"
"I don't think you own him, slut!" Brenda spat back.
"You fucking bitch!" Jenna yelled back and slammed her purse across Brenda's face.
Immediately, the room stood in shocked silence as all the guys started chanting, "Cat fight! Cat fight!"
Brenda then kicked Jenna in the groin and she had doubled over. But Brenda made the mistake of turning back toward Ken as Jenna swung her leg up and kicked Brenda in the kidney.
Brenda screamed in agony and went sprawling onto the dance floor as shocked DiSH members backed away from the contemptible spectacle.
Then Jenna stepped on Brenda's back with one foot on the small of her back and kicked her between the legs, slamming the toe of her shoe hard into her crotch.
"Yaaooowwoooww!" Brenda cried so loud she out-shouted the live band, who suddenly realized what was happening and stopped playing.
Whimpering, Brenda struggled to push herself up off the floor with her hands. In one last blow, Jenna slammed one foot on one of Brenda's hands, evoking another screech from the tortured woman, and kicked her hard in the side of the head.
Ken just stood there in shocked silence at the outrageous spectacle of one woman beating another to a pulp -- over
him!
Jenna then stepped over to Ken and she grabbed him by the arm with both hands so tightly it felt like she had vices for hands.
Brenda moaned and slowly sat up, her face cut and bruised, and blood trickling out of her nose onto the floor.
"Ken," she whispered in a hoarse voice, holding her twisted black-and-blue hand out to him. "Please..."
Jenna huffed and tugged at Ken's arm, pulling him back closer to her.
Ken quickly looked back and forth between Jenna, who had a steel grip on him, and Brenda, broken and bleeding on the floor.
"I'm sorry, Brenda," Ken finally said, "but Jenna won the fight. I guess I belong to her."
Brenda flopped to the floor as people rushed to her aid with water and towels.
Jenna whispered, "C'mon lover, lets go exploring!"
Ken shrugged, still in disbelief at what just went down, and let Jenna lead him away.
They went through a door into a hallway.
"Where are we going, Jenna?" he asked.
"I don't know, but I'll know it when we find it."
