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Business Meeting

By Wolfboy

Toni plans a meeting with Lady Amelia, but the terms will be all hers

‘I want to talk to you….about business’ the brusque Texan voice had said to Lady Amelia when she had answered a call in her office from an unknown number one afternoon.

‘And what kind of…..business might that be?’ she asked in reply, recognising the voice to be that of Toni straight away of course.

‘I want to discuss it face to face’ Toni insisted. ‘That way, there won’t be any….misunderstandings’ she suggested.

‘OK. Well, where and when then?’ Amelia asked.

‘Today, and I’ll come to you. I know where you are after all’ Toni suggested.

‘Fair enough. Come after lunch. I’m not tied up for the afternoon’ Lady Amelia told Toni, putting the phone down as Toni muttered under her breath ‘you might just end up more tied up than you expect your ladyship…’

‘I can’t believe she fell for it’ Annabelle said now, having held her silence for the duration of the call, a broad smile on her face.

‘People will fall for anything if you sell it to them right Annabelle. Just tell them it’s…..business. They’ll buy it’ Toni pointed out.

So what are you going to do?’ Paislee asked Toni now.

‘Exactly what you think I’m going to do Paislee’ Toni said, a look of menace on her face. ‘Ladies, this is is exactly how it’s going to go down’ she said, gathering her associates around her to quietly but succinctly explain the plan of action.

A couple of hours later, Toni led Annabelle and Paislee into the Smythe Mansion, the diminutive blonde walking alongside the considerably more Amazonian blonde behind her, looking every inch the odd couple as they approached Lady Amelia’s office. Toni knocked the door, firmly but politely, waiting for Lady Amelia to answer the door, opening it to allow Toni in.

‘All three of you?’ she asked, wondering out loud ‘what have I done to deserve such an honour?’

‘Oh, just me and Annabelle actually’ Toni replied evenly enough. ‘Paislee isn’t really one for….business. She’ll wait outside’ she told Lady Amelia, leading Annabelle into the office and closing the door behind them. Part one of the plan was in place; Paislee standing right in front of the door as soon as it closed, creating a pretty formidable barrier to anyone looking to intervene. The imposing blonde wore tight white jeans, with a white vest top and a pair of four inch heels to just make her look that little bit more imposing than usual.

Inside the office, Toni quickly took stock of the situation to workout the next part of the plan, making sure her initial plan would work out. A large wooden desk dominated one part of the room, Lady Amelia walking around it to her leather office chair, floral mini dress seeming to almost float around her body as she did. Lady Amelia wore a pair of high heels in fuchsia pink, increasing her own height to nearing Amazonian status too. Toni recalled well that she was an impressive woman; an impressive woman that she’d beaten before. That had acted as a route to getting to Emma before, and that was part of her plan today too. Put a beat down on Amelia to get to Emma, if that was what it was going to take.

On the other side of the desk stood Toni and Annabelle, behind two leather visitors chairs, beyond which there was an area of bare carpet before an old fashioned leather sofa against the wall. Enough room to fight in for sure Toni thought to herself, not that she expected a fight as such; she thought that if things went according to her plan, the element of surprise would mean Amelia was out of the fight, before it really got started. She smoothed her bright red dress over her curves, checking that the button front kept her fighting gear hidden for now, before she took her seat, crossing her legs demurely at the knee and dangling one of her red high heels from her foot. Annabelle, wearing a blue dress from her cabin crew wardrobe along with matching blue heels over glossy stockings, remained standing a little while longer. Still quite diminutive, even in her heels, Annabelle was Toni’s insurance policy, disguised today as her P.A.; although she’d not fought yet, she was proving very effective in training, and was primed to make things two on one, should the tough Texan need it. First though, she laid two sets of papers on Amelia’s desk, taking them from the attaché case that had been beneath her arm, being careful to put them them in such a position that Amelia would need to crane her neck over the desk to read them.

‘So’ Amelia asked lightly, ‘what are we looking at here ladies?’

‘Contracts’ Toni replied, equally lightly. ‘Contracts for me to fight for The Smythe championship’ she clarified.

‘Well, then there’s a slight issue there isn’t there?’ Amelia pointed out. ‘Your girl Paislee lost to Emma, and you know the stipulation was that you’re out of the title picture until Emma loses the belt. Last time I checked, she was still our champion’ Amelia told Toni flatly.

‘Now, I thought you’d say that’ Toni smiled. ‘But if you look at the document, you’ll see that there was a clause in that contract that renders it void’ she said. ‘Annabelle will show you where’ she said, Annabelle getting up to point to the clause in question, tapping the contract with one of her long sky blue painted nails. She was taking great care to pin the contract to the desk too, hopefully ensuring Amelia would stand to take a closer look at the clause in question. She did, meaning that part two of the plan was in place now. As Amelia started to speak saying ‘I don’t see anything here that means…’, part three of the plan hit her quickly and hard, Toni springing to her feet grabbing Amelia’s hair, and slamming her face into the heavy wooden desk, Amelia’s sentence ended with ‘AAAGGGHHHHH!’ as she was totally stunned by the surprise attack.

‘Yes…..I knew you’d say that too’ Toni smirked, grabbing the hair to reintroduce Amelia’s face to the desk, totally stunning her now. Then she grabbed her and pulled her across her own desk, so that she landed in a heap on the floor on Toni and Annabelle’s side of the desk. ‘So instead of you giving me a shot, you’ll just have to act as a message to Emma your ladyship!’ Toni said, sending a kick hard into her body with the toe of her red shoe. That drew a load groan of pain from Lady Amelia now, driving the wind from her body as it rolled her to her back between the chairs. ‘Annabelle, be a dear and keep Lady Amelia company for a moment would you?’ Toni asked, the little blonde needing no further encouragement to hitch up her dress to show a matching blue coloured thong before sitting as heavily as she could on Amelia’s face. To the incongruous sight of a 105lb woman pinning an 180lb one very securely to the floor in a smothering face pin, Toni now took her time to remove her shoes and dress so that she was totally ready to fight. She slowly unbuttoned her red dress before removing it to reveal a simple red thong back swimsuit beneath it. Attire from her adult wrestling days, perfectly practical and comfortable for fighting in, modest yet hiding none of her curves at the same time. She walked around Amelia’s desk, draped her dress over the chair there, and then strutted around towards where Annabelle was still successfully face pinning Amelia.

‘Nicely done Annabelle’ Toni commented, taking advantage of the position to slam her foot down heavily into Amelia’s stomach to once again crush the air from her already burning lungs. ‘You’re really getting good at this’ Toni complimented her protege, ‘why don’t you draw up a seat and watch for a bit now?’ she said to the blonde. Annabelle was quite happy to do that, getting off Amelia and adjusting her dress demurely before positioning one of the visitors chairs by the edge of the desk so that she could watch from there.

‘So your ladyship’ Toni said, grabbing the hair and pulling hard to make Amelia crawl after her towards the area of bare carpet she had eyes on entering the room. It may have been a thick pile carpet, but it as going to provide little cushioning against what she had planned. Slowly, she forced the raven haired woman, who was still clearly in a daze, to her feet, before sliding a hand between her thighs, finding the dress a momentary issue before she was able to lift and body slam Lady Amelia there on the carpet. ‘It really is a shame you wouldn’t just give me a title shot’ Toni continued, delivering a hard kick to the heaving breasts of the English woman. Her aim was clearly maximum pain in a short time while keeping Amelia totally off balance to prevent any recovery. In that vein, she knelt for a moment, one leg squarely across Lady Amelia’s breasts, and turned her groans of pain into a shriek with a nasty eye rake.

‘You’d have saved yourself all of this’ Toni continued her monologue now, pulling Amelia up off the floor harshly by the hair before lifting her again to deliver a second punishing slam on the floor. Amelia’s hips rose as she felt the pain of the harsh impact with the floor, only to be dropped flat to it quickly by Toni’s foot crashing down into her body again. She rolled to a foetal position, gasping desperately for air to fill her lungs as Toni took her time to follow up for a moment, turning to Annabelle to point out ‘this dress is a fucking nuisance you know!’

‘Well strip it off the bitch Toni!’ Annabelle gleefully advised.

‘Good idea…..so what do you reckon a posh bitch like this wears under her dress?’ she asked the little blonde.

‘Floral knickers and bra I bet!’ Annabelle smiled.

‘I’m going for matching fuchsia pink lace’ Toni smiled in return, before leaning over and grabbing the button front dress to simply rip it open. ‘Kinky bitch!’ she laughed straight away, on seeing that Lady Amelia wore a wet look black g-string and a half cup bra beneath the floral dress. It was a total contrast to the classy external image Amelia had projected, but perhaps a timely reminder for Toni that this was a lady who was far more than just a lady of leisure. She could fight, but the Texan brunette had no intention of giving the raven haired aristocrat any chance of doing that. Once more she pulled her upright by the hair, making sure that the dress fell from her body before cracking a slap off her cheek to send her reeling into the wall face first. Not a good position to be in against Toni who whipped two hard kidney punches in to make Amelia moan loudly in pain, before she was turned around by the hair only to be caught flush by a headbutt to the face from the Texan. Once again Amelia was stunned, face registering a vacant expression as Toni’s onslaught continued to step up. She lifted the dazed English woman a third time, this time Amelia letting out a cry of anguish, thinking she would get slammed again. Instead Toni dropped her across an outstretched leg instead, the impact of the backbreaker no less devastating as she held the English woman across her leg, stretching her.

‘Toni!’ Annabelle whispered urgently now, raising a finger to her lips. Immediately the Texan clamped a hand over Lady Amelia’s mouth, making sure that there was no prospect of her crying out for held. At the door, they heard an unknown voice asking Paislee ‘what’s going on in there?’

‘It’s a meeting’ Paislee replied flatly. ‘Lady Amelia asked me to make sure nobody went in until they were done.’

‘Is she OK?’ the voice asked now. ‘I thought I heard her cry out?’

‘They’re talking about a very exciting new secret idea’ Paislee said. ‘I heard it too’ she confided now, lowering her voice a little conspiratorially. ‘Whatever it is must be really quite something’ she suggested.

‘It sounds it!’ the other voice said, before in the silence, they heard footsteps leading away from the door. Toni counted to five in her head, then delivered a fierce double fisted blow to Amelia’s belly to wind her before shrugging her off to the floor again.

‘So that message’ Toni said to the already beleaguered raven haired woman. ‘It’s really quite simple’ she said, her bare foot crashing down on Amelia’s breasts again. ‘You see’ she continued, leaning over slightly to punch Amelia in the crotch now. ‘You’re the message’ she said, now kicking Amelia hard in the ribs. ‘You’re what I want Emma to see’ the monologue continued, with Toni spreading Amelia’s thick legs so that she could land a knee drop to the crotch. That made Amelia moan loudly as Toni went on. ‘I want her to know just what I did to you, bitch’ she continued, not entirely convinced that everything she was saying was completely registering with Amelia right now as she fought off the pain from the various cruel attacks. A slash of the nails across the belly brought a flash of recognition back to her eyes though as Toni finished ‘tell her that she caused this. That she’s a scared little bitch. And that I’m going to keep taking pieces off the board around her, until she gets all brave and fights me, woman to woman. You’re just the start your ladyship!’ Toni finished, done with words, but not actions just yet.

‘I think Paislee might like these, don’t you think?’ she asked Annabelle, indicating Amelia’s G-string and bra.

‘They would look pretty good on her, yes’ Annabelle agreed. ‘There’s room for them in my case’ she pointed out.

Toni was already on the case, stripping the ailing lady of the house with some ease so that she was now totally naked, before throwing the wet look garments to Annabelle for safe keeping. ‘Up you get bitch!’ Toni mocked now, bunching up Lady Amelia’s raven coloured hair in one hand and using that grip to pull her up to her feet. A derisory slap to the face from Toni seemed to briefly jolt Lady Amelia to life, and for the first time since the beatdown had started, she gave some token resistance to Toni, firing in the weakest of punches to the body to little effect. ‘Bitch!’ Toni hissed at her, keeping hold of the hair as she delivered a kick to the inside of each thigh, spreading Lady Amelia’s legs a little. Inevitably the third kick was a punt to the crotch, crashing home to take all of the fight back out of Lady Amelia as it turned her legs to jelly and Toni allowed her to fold to the carpet.

The point had been made, and now Toni was simply going to punctuate it with the exclamation mark it deserved as she dropped to straddle Amelia’s back as she lay belly down on the carpet. Toni wrenched her arms across her knees, getting her into a position for a camel clutch hold, but one she modified to apply as a sleeper hold instead. Lady Amelia’s eyes were suddenly wide and wild as she noted the constricting grip of the sleeper hold, one that was so tightly applied that it choked off any sounds of protest from the rapidly fading raven haired woman as soon as they formed. ‘Now your ladyship….don’t forget to deliver my message to that bitch!’ Toni said to her now, voice low but menacing as her mouth was close enough to the ear of her impromptu opponent. Then she looked over to Annabelle and said ‘I think a couple of pictures might be in order…..just in case this bitch forgets!’

There was no break in the hold as Annabelle cheerily got her phone out and unlocked it, noting Amelia’s fluttering eyelids as she focussed in for a couple of quick shots. ‘Bitch is almost out’ Annabelle remarked as Toni leaned back just a touch more in the hold, knowing that a few seconds of the increased pressure was all she would need to put Lady Amelia out. Then she released her sleeper hold, but not the rest of the hold, using her position of strength to scratch and claw at Lady Amelia’s breasts for a moment. She was taking advantage of the fact the raven haired woman wouldn’t stir just yet and cry out in pain, as she marked her big breasts up, turning the pale skin red as her nails traced across them. It was the guarantee that Lady Amelia would remember just what had happened to her today, here in her own office. Annabelle snapped one more photo of the breast damage taking place before she started to gather together all of the things they had brought with them. The blonde was meticulous; collecting the fake contracts, and putting them into the attaché case along with Lady Amelia’s risqué lingerie. She picked up the buttons from Amelia’s dress and placed them in a little pile on the desk which she tidied slightly, picking up the items that had hit the floor while Toni had dragged Amelia over the wooden surface. Finally, as Toni continued her handiwork, she collected Toni’s dress and shoes, carrying them around to place on her chair. ‘Time to go boss’ she told Toni, who switched back to the sleeper for just a moment to make sure Amelia wouldn’t raise the alarm before they were gone. Then she broke the hold, and rolled Amelia to her back, before she started to dress, calmly buttoning up her red dress and slipping on her heels.

‘Pass me that sharpie Annabelle?’ Toni asked now, the little blonde handing it over without question as Toni straddled Amelia’s belly one last time. On her left breast she wrote TONI’S and on the right BITCH. Then she pitched the pen back to Annabelle to replace on the desk, stood while the blonde took one last picture for evidence, and then the two slipped quietly out of the room to rejoin Paislee.

‘How did it go?’ the Amazonian blonde asked as the three walked calmly out of the Smythe mansion now.

‘Oh, pretty well…..I think Lady Amelia is going to sleep on it before she passes the message on though’ Toni quipped, knowing full well that she’d left her doing just that on the floor of her office. ‘Any problems outside?’ she asked Paislee.

‘Not really’ the blonde said as they found their way outside. ‘There was one person who came to the door, but they didn’t recognise me. I’d have knocked him the fuck out if he’d tried to get in anyway’ she laughed.

‘That’s my girl!’ Toni smirked as they got in to their rental car and left the grounds with Annabelle at the wheel.

‘So what’s next?’ Annabelle asked now. ‘Who do we send a message with next?’

‘First we let this message land’ Toni declared. ‘We can play this slowly for now I think ladies. Then next message to send then is me whipping that bitch Sara for the Southern Belle’s title. She’s close to Emma too, so it’ll be noticed. Then we wait and see, maybe reassess if we’re still not getting anywhere because we have plenty of options still. And Annabelle, I think it’s time that we get you your first match now’ Toni said, seeing the look of excitement on the blonde’s face. ‘I’ve got a few irons in the first that I’ve been considering for you for a little while now. I know you’re ready’ she told her blonde corner-woman.

‘I can’t wait!’ the blonde beamed excitedly. ‘I’m going to get to sit on another bitch’s face!’ she laughed as they made their way clear of the scene of their ruthless attack on Lady Amelia.