Stewardess Supremacy




The flight crew for the LA to Philadelphia flight was preparing to greet their
passengers when chief stewardess for the flight Betty realized that one of her
crew was late. As she turned to head for the first class cabin Rebecca came
charging through the cockpit door adjusting her blue dress and silk scarf.
Betty gave her crewmate an agitated look and asked her to step into the
galley.

Betty had been with the airline for 10 years while Rebecca was an employee for
the last three. Betty is divorced but at 39 years old can pass for ten years
younger. She worked at keeping her blonde, 5'8", 37C-25-35 figure and the
airline prescribed weight of 130 pounds. Rebecca stepped into the galley with
Betty. "I'm sorry I was stuck in traffic." Rebecca said. Betty just shrugged
her broad shoulders and said, "You always have an excuse and I am tired of
them. If you cannot work with me I suggest you find another crew that will
work with you." Rebecca had a stunned look on her face. Yes her and Betty had
their moments but this was the first time she threatened her with her job.

The younger stewardess was now angry. "Listen Betty. It's the truth. I was
stuck in traffic." Rebecca was Betty's equal physically. The brunette stood
5'9" and measured in at 37C-24-36 and weighed 131 pounds. Both women had long
legs that tapered into well-developed calves and their round; firm glutes were
the envy of many of the other women.

Betty put her hands on her hips "Well this is the last time you will be late
on my crew!" as she jabbed her index finger into Rebecca's chest. Rebecca
grabbed the finger and pushed it away. "Look don't get in my face unless you
want yours rearranged you old bat!" Betty let loose a right fist square into
the well-developed stomach of Rebecca that caused the brunette to double over.
"OOOOOF!" grunted Rebecca as the air whooshed out of her. "You won't be the
first one to try bitch!" Betty said as she turned and walked out of the
galley.

The entire flight the two women kept their eyes on the other and every chance
she had Rebecca made sure she bumped into Betty accidentally. Each contact was
emphasized with a threat of some kind. "This isn't over" or you're dead meat
bitch!" Betty just acted as if nothing happened and continued her duties.

As Betty was putting away the last of the used coffee pots from dinner Rebecca
came into the galley behind her spun her around and punched the older woman in
the chest. Betty fell back groaning as Rebecca leaned into her body, their
chests meeting, looking into the pale blue eyes of her rival Rebecca said, "My
room tonight and bring your best shot bitch." Betty grunted and nodded
whispering I'll.be..There!"

As the plane landed Betty and Rebecca were seeing the passengers off and
wishing them a good stay all the while thinking how they were going to so
enjoy beating the other into submission later that evening.

Betty picked up her overnight bag from her locker as did Rebecca and they
shared a cab ride over to the hotel they were staying at. On the ride over
they did not speak but they pressed their legs and torsos together in a silent
test of strength and will.

Betty had been in numerous confrontations before and knew how to intimidate
other women but Rebecca was not backing down. Rebecca grew up in a family of
three brothers and had learned early in life how to handle herself in this
type of situation. She was not going to let the older woman push her around.

As they arrived at the hotel they left the cab and registered. As they were
gliding up the elevator Rebecca said "Be over in 10 minutes if you dare."
Betty said give me 20, more time for you to back out if you want." Rebecca
glared. "Alright 20, if not I'm

coming to get you." Betty smiled. "No need to I'll be there."

Both women entered their rooms and threw down their bags and changed out of
their flight uniforms and prepared to battle. Betty pulled out a pale blue
lace push up bra with thong panties that accentuated her long legs and firm
glutes. She then pulled on a short terry cloth robe tied at the waist and
pulled her hair back into a ponytail and proceeded over to her rival's room.

Rebecca had decided she would wear her red bra with black trim and black
thong, she threw on her silk robe that just barely covered her and sat and
waited to see if Betty would show up.

Rebecca heard the door knock and looked at her watch. "Twenty minutes like she
said." Thought Rebecca. Rebecca decided to not answer right away. A few
seconds later and there was a second knock. Rebecca slowly got off her seat
and headed for the door. "Coming!" she called out as she made her way through
the room. Rebecca opened the door and saw Betty in her robe and her hands on
her hips. "Thought maybe you decided to go to sleep." "And miss our fun
never." Rebecca stepped aside and let her enemy in the room. Betty looked
around. Rebecca had a room similar to hers. The coffee table was pushed to one
side and the center of the room was open leaving a fair amount of room for
what they intended.

Betty turned and slowly undid her robe while watching Rebecca make her way
over to her. Rebecca started to remove her robe also. Both women faced each
other and glared daggers at the other.

"You will regret this Rebecca. I do not lose." Rebecca chuckled. "You have
never faced me before that is why."

Betty stared at the brunette. "How are we going to settle this?" "You like to
use your fists, and so do I so I suggest we just slug," and with that Rebecca
fired a left towards Betty's gut. Betty blocked the punch and returned a right
to Rebecca's solar plexus. Rebecca grunted as she staggered backwards. Betty
followed and slammed an overhand right into the stunned woman's temple
knocking her to her knees. Rebecca moaned as she looked up with a daze look on
her face. Betty stood over her, her legs slightly apart. Rebecca's head was
pounding and she was gasping for breath. Shaking her head and starting to
slowly rise to her feet Rebecca punched Betty between the legs dropping her to
the floor clutching her aching cunt. Betty's moans were music to the younger
woman's ears.

Rebecca finally made her way to her feet and stomped on the powerful and
well-defined stomach of the blonde. "Unnh!" grunted Betty. Betty rolled on the
shag carpet and curled up. "Come on get up and fight you Bitch!" Betty just
lay there. Rebecca jabbed her toe into the chest of the blonde flipping her
over on her back. Betty looked up at the ceiling her chest heaving, her
stomach pulsating with each breath. "I guess I have to help you up." Rebecca
pulled Betty up by her arm and twisted it behind her back exposing her
midsection. Three rapid punches knocked what little breath was left in Betty
out. Rebecca let her fall to the floor again.

Betty was in agony. Never had she been hit so hard by another woman. Rebecca
flexed her arms and showed off her biceps. They were 15" balls of power. Betty
forced herself to her feet. This fight was just starting and she had plenty of
punishment to give out herself.

Betty clinched with the younger woman. Her right arm snaked around her back as
she pulled her close she fired a short jab into the brunette's taunt tummy.
Rebecca grunted. "Ugh!" as the punch hit. A second almost lifted her off her
feet. Rebecca fired a short right into the ribs that caused Betty to jerk to
the side. Betty returned the punch into Rebecca's rib. Both were tied up in a
mass of female power pounding away on each other. Grunts and moans filled the
room as well as thundering smacks as fist met flesh.

This went on for only a minute but seemed an eternity to the two combatants.
Betty realized that Rebecca was not going to go down easy. Rebecca was finding
out why the other women in the airlines avoided Betty and her temper. Both
women fell to the carpet on their knees.

Panting and gasping, red welts developing on their well- proportioned bodies,
the two warriors looked at each other. Sweat was dripping off their face,
make-up and mascara was smeared. Rebecca's loose hair hung in her face as she
looked at the floor trying to find the reserve for one last assault. Betty
made it to her feet first and slammed her right knee into the brunette's chin.
Rebecca fell back like she was shot. Her head smacked the carpet hard and
bounced a little. Betty stood over her looking for signs of life. Rebecca just
groaned and slowly rolled on the floor holding her head.

Betty grabbed at Rebecca's hair and picked her up to her feet. A couple of
slaps revived Rebecca enough to know she was in a world of trouble. Betty
slammed her into the wall. A painting next to her fell to the floor with a
crash. Pinning her rival to the wall Betty started raining punches to the
stomach and chest. With each punch Rebecca gasped and moaned. "OOOOOH!,
moooooooan, GAWWWWD!" Betty was relentless. Rebecca was pleading with her to
stop. "Not, smack. "until, THUD, you, crack, agree, ummmph! To leave, the
crew." This last was followed by a right cross to the jaw that spun the
brunette around and down and out.

Betty stood over the now defeated brunette kicked her one last time in the
ribs,grabbed her robe and went to her room to take a soothing bath and call
the airline to have Rebecca reassigned.