Lauren's Catfight Triumph

The businesswoman had now been deskirted, unsleeved, and was staggering barefoot to retrieve her ripped skirt in a vain attempt to cover in inappropriate panties.

Childish underwear, unbecoming of a woman of her rank, status, or age. The shame was welling up in her now, and so she charged at Lauren. Without her contacts or two front teeth, that had just been painstakingly cosmetically capped, she figured she didn't have much left to lose.

Of course, Lauren was hardly a fool, and simply moved out of the way. While attempting to do a judo flip she grabbed and ripped the rest of the woman's jacket off. A pocketbook clattered to gutter.

Even in her dazed, ass upended state she recognized the importance of her precious pocketbook.

It contained her ID, social security card, credit cards, checkbook, as well as cosmetics and her desperately needed feminine hygiene products. and bus pass

"Please, don't! I need that!"

"Oh yeah, and what'll you give me?"

"Give you?!"

Lauren back up her foot and aimed it squarely at the pocket book, aiming for the storm sewer.

"Okay, okay, I'm here on fucking business! That has my ticket! YOu can't leave me stranded here, like this!"

"You're right," Lauren lowered her foot in pity.

"No sense in letting good money go to waste."

Lauren reached down to the pocket book and extracated $1500 dollars in cash, the methodically dropped her ID, social, and credit cards through the drain's slots as the brunette scrambled to recover her life, her adulthood. Her money, her credit, her identity!

All went down the drain, and just as she reached for the last card she heard the rip of her ticket and then the flutter of it into the gutter.

Lauren looked down at the woman, who looked like she was about to cry. She had just lost access to all her money, along with her contacts, and therefore, eyesight. Lauren mercifully shoved them on her face. The frames were bulky with a double wire bridge with coke bottle lenses that pitched them down her now squashed nose.

"Please, why are you doing this?!"'

"This next part? Well, I could use some ****, that and I'm working off a little energy."

She grabbed the kneeling brunette by her beautiful, glossy mane and attempted to lift her up to her feet like a wrestler, but try as she might the other woman just wouldn't play along, and lay like a sack of potatoes. On the second tug her hands scrambled for her hair and she screamed bloody ****. Lauren smiled cruelly and decided just to give another tug before giving up.

Lauren staggered back from her **** being suddenly released. Nearly following over she looked at her handiwork. It was a wig. A beautiful, exquisitely made wig. It was thick, lustrous, and natural.

She looked back to the head of the woman now clasped in two frantic hands.

"Don't look at me!"

Bald.

As a cueball.

"Alright, baldy, Lauren announced with supreme confidence, here's the deal. I want your clothes, undamaged. You can keep you underwear, but I want your blouse, then you can have your wig back."

"Give me my hair!"

"You have my offer, and it's going fast." Lauren ripped a thick hung from the wig, leaving a nasty bald spot.

"Alright, alright, here you go!"

In an instant her blouse was off, and Lauren couldn't believe her eyes.