Swing and a Miss

Catarina climbed off the cooler and tried to steady herself. She felt Maria approaching her again, ready to strike. This time Catarina was ready and she swung for the fences. Maria simply dodged out of the way and buried a fist right in her belly.

Her eyes bulged as the shot went into her tender abdomen. She couldn't breathe as she doubled over, holding herself. Maria took her by the sides of her hair again and forced her back to a vertical base. Maria's teeth were gritted and she, once again, launched her on top of the cooler.

Catarina flopped down on it, her face pressed down onto the heavy-duty glass. Maria used this opportunity to pick her head up and ram her face right into it.

"I'm going to mess up that pretty face of yours, you short-changing bitch. You're not so tough now, are you?"

With one last slam of her head, she left Catarina spread out on the cooler as she took a moment to admire her handy work. Her victim could do nothing but breathe heavily as the onslaught took her completely off-guard. Whoever this shop girl was, she wasn't nearly as tough as she thought she was. Maria was determined to make her regret ever tangling with her.

"That's enough rest."

Maria slapped a meaty palm onto the ass cheek of her black spandex shorts and pushed her over the other side of the cooler. Thankfully, she landed on top of some cardboard boxes filled with unstacked produce this time.

By the time Catarina managed to get onto her hands and knees again, Maria had already darted around the other side to meet her.

"Come 'ere." Maria yanked her up by the hair again, forcing her to her feet.

Wobbly and dazed, Catarina could do nothing as she was hurled into a shelf full of canned goods, stacked from floor to ceiling. She clattered into them and fell to the ground as the cans fell with her, leaving her in a heap.

Watching the poor little shop girl among a pile of cans gave Maria all sorts of ideas for how to make sure Catarina never forgot what happened here.