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Debbi Finds a Win


Debbi had spent a lazy late afternoon and early evening in bed with Alan Meadows. Or at least on top of the bed, since Debbi always preferred to be taken doggy style and Alan was happy to oblige. Well, it had seemed the least she could do after he had treated her to such a gorgeous meal at the Italian restaurant in Eton and bought those designer gowns and lingerie for her. Albeit he would ultimately be reimbursed for those. She kicked him out in the early evening. They both knew this was not going to be a long lasting romance and Debbi had a lot to think about before the formal interview on Tuesday with Sir Jason. She was now clear in her mind that she wanted to leave the company but did she want a change of career path as well ? She was hardly 'passionate about communications networks' as the job ads liked to maintain. But she wanted to make sure she got straight exactly what working for Sir Jason would entail.

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The interview on Tuesday at Sir Jason's London offices went well. He greeted Debbi warmly but there was no indication that when they had first met she had been naked, or at best very scantily attired, for a prolonged period. She had decided against wearing one of the new designer gowns and had opted for one of her old faithful business suits and it seemed to have been a good choice. Jason had explained that being his PA would entail much more than what in olden days might have been termed secretarial duties. Debbi would be his rock, his public face, the first point of contact with his various business associates, responsible for his social media and so on. It would be a very fluid role and she would also be expected to assist Lady Annabelle in her charitable endeavours from time to time.

It would be full on but her reward would be a very attractive package indeed. Financially it would be a big jump on her current not unimpressive salary. And in addition she would receive an annual clothing allowance. Jason was happy for her to commute from home on routine days but there would be times when she would need to be available late into the evening and she would have use of an ensuite guest room in his London penthouse. The job would also involve considerable foreign travel, when she would be put up in the same five star hotels that Jason would be using. There was a generous holiday entitlement to compensate for occasional weekend working, although Jason stressed that she would be expected to take her time off at the same time as himself. He reassured Debbi that Lady Annabelle liked to take plenty of holidays throughout the year and so that should not be a problem.

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"What's this ?" Jeff exclaimed incredulously. "What does it look like ? It's my resignation" Debbi replied as she stood in front of his desk. "But you can't do that" Jeff spluttered. "What do you mean, I can't do that ? This isn't indentured slavery" answered Debbi. "I know, er, um , of course, I didn't mean that. But all the training we've given you and the resources we've put at your disposal" he blustered. "What training ?" Debbi scoffed. "A couple of measly one day seminars ? All I learnt about comms I got from reading manuals in bed at night. Don't worry. I'm not joining a competitor." "What are you going to do ?" Jeff asked. "That's my business" was Debbi response. "But, but, can't you give us longer notice ?" Jeff pleaded. "I only have to give a month under the terms of my contract. Anyway, you're always telling me how wonderful Diane is" retorted Debbi. "But the mud wrestling ? Diane's already arranged the ring and equipment and opponent" "Ah, so now we get to the crux of it. All you're worried about is the bloody mud wrestling !" "No, of course not" Jeff protested. "Well, worry no more. I'm not bloody doing it" Debbi affirmed as she turned and left the office.

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"You're doing the right thing" Carol reassured Debbi. Carol was the only one she had told what her new job was going to be. "What about you ? Sorry to leave you in the lurch with Diane" Debbi replied. "If I was going to another company I'd try to find you a place but I can't with this job" she explained. "No problems. There's plenty of openings at my level if that cow becomes too much" Carol laughed. They were interrupted by Jeff and the MD. "Er, Debbi, look. Er, the company have invested a lot in preparing for this mud wrestling event. Surely as a gesture of goodwill after all the time you've been here ? A final boost to staff morale ?" "Bugger off" said Debbi. The MD more or less repeated Jeff's plea. Debbi paused. "Alright" she said. "I'll do it but only on one condition. That I get to pick my opponent for the fight." "But Diane's already got an opponent lined up" Jeff objected. "I bet she has, probably someone from that TV Gladiators show" Debbi speculated, not knowing how close to the truth she was. "But I'm not fighting her. I'll only do it if I get to pick who I'll fight" she repeated. "OK, well who do you want to fight ?" Jeff asked. "I want to fight Diane" said Debbi !

Diane ought to have been feeling over the moon about Debbi's resignation. It left the field clear for her to continue advancing within the company. But part of her would miss the opportunity to continue tormenting Debbi with occasional humiliating stunts. And now, of course, there was this feeble attempt at a retaliatory stunt. Trying to rope her into being Debbi's opponent for the mud wrestling fight. When it was initially proposed Diane had naturally refused, affirming that it was absurd to expect a high ranking executive such as her to partake in anything so demeaning. Jeff and the MD had backed her up but unfortunately for her, Eamon happened to be present on one of his periodic visits from Dublin and he had reminded them that it hadn't stopped Debbi, a similarly high ranking executive, from being the butt of several such escapades. Diane had always suspected that the old roue who had founded the company had a soft spot for Debbi.

Diane's next strategy was to confront her erstwhile accomplices. She first approached her cousin Elizabeth who was on an internship with the company from the previous year's graduate intake. "I'm afraid it's going to have to be you that fights her Lizzie" Diane had begun. "Er, I don't think so" Elizabeth had replied. "I don't think daddy would take too kindly to that" she emphasised. Diane always exaggerated her minor aristocratic family ties and it was Elizabeth's side of the family that were by far the more influential. Admitting defeat, Diane turned to her other alternative. "Well, it seems as if it's going to have to be you then Aditty" she confronted the Asian girl she had mentored. "No way" was the quick response. "I'm playing my MWIS card." "What on earth's an MWIS card ?" Diane wanted to know. "Muslim When It Suits" Aditty explained. "A good Muslim girl could never expose herself to something like that" she grinned. "But you're the least pious Muslim I know" Diane spluttered, regarding Aditty's tight black skirt that sat well above her knee and somewhat undermined the significance of the headscarf she was wearing. "How many other Muslims do you know ?" retorted Aditty. "Anyway, like I said, Muslim when it suits and it suits me now !"

Diane could only imagine the HR consequences if she attempted to coerce Aditty to take part. And in any case, she didn't know what Debbi's response might be to having an alternative opponent foisted on her. She made one final attempt to enlist Jeff's support but he did not dare to go against Eamon and there was also the not inconsiderable cost of cancelling the equipment they had already hired. Diane had no fear of losing the fight to Debbi but even so, she would be bound to get a little grubby. "Alright, I'll do it" she finally conceded. "But since she's picked her own opponent, I reserve the right to select our respective costumes !" "That sounds fair" agreed Jeff.

Carol was outraged on Debbi's behalf. "Diane's got no shame !" she exclaimed. "Though you might have known she would pull a stunt like this when she got Jeff to agree to her choosing the costumes." They had ascertained that Debbi was to wear a flimsy Ann Summers lingerie set, while Diane would be firmly encased in knee length spandex cycling shorts and an iron clad sports bra that provided full coverage of her ample breasts with barely even a hint of cleavage. The only mildly titillating thing that Diane might be displaying would be her navel.

"You're going to be naked and covered in mud in next to no time, especially with Jeff as the referee" Carol continued to complain. She couldn't understand why Debbi appeared to be so sanguine about the whole affair. Normally, she would be cursing and fuming but this time she seemed perfectly calm. "I took it as a given that I'd end up naked as soon as I agreed to this final stunt" she said. "But then she wins yet again. And she's added this clause that the winner gets to clean up in the executive shower room afterwards while the naked loser gets hosed down in the car park" Carol raged.

"C'est la vie" said Debbi. "It wouldn't be the first time" she added. "But they're assuming mild mannered and brow beaten little Debbi is going to play by the rules like she always does. What they are not taking into their calculations is that I no longer give a shit and the contest ends when I say it does, not Jeff !"

Yet again, Debbi was getting undressed in her own office to prepare for one of Diane's stunts. No matter how many times she had done it, it still felt strange to her to be taking her clothes off in the working environment of the office. But this time was different. This time was the last time. She took off her own underwear and put on the Ann Summers set that she had insisted the company bought for her to wear once Diane had chosen their respective costumes for the fight. She was under no illusions that the flimsy articles would not be utterly wrecked as a result of the mud wrestling and she had no intention of ruining the designer underwear from Celia's boutique. She was under no illusion that she would almost certainly end up totally naked and covered in slime. But this was the last time.

"All set ?" asked Carol, who had been watching her soon to be ex-boss prepare and was impressed by how calm she seemed to be. "Yep" Debbi replied. "Have you got the scissors ?" she asked. Carol confirmed that she did. "Right, let's get this show on the road" Debbi proclaimed and the pair left the security of the office to take the lift down to the lobby, where they knew the rest of the company was already assembling around the temporary wrestling ring.

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Diane studied her reflection in the mirror in her office. "Looking good boss" Aditty complimented her. Diane was still fuming about having been unable to get out of this, still feeling that it was beneath her dignity to be taking part. But she was satisfied with her reflection; looking good but at the same time not really showing anything. She knew that the mere act of stepping into the ring would mean she would get spattered with mud to a certain extent and that irked her. But she felt secure in the spandex cycling shorts and industrial size sports bra. She knew what Debbi would be wearing and she knew that, although Debbi was quite fit, she was taller and stronger and had been working in the gym for the past week to make sure there would be no mishaps. It was going to be short and brutal. And then she would be luxuriating under a nice hot shower in the executive bathroom while Debbi was being hosed down in public in the car park !

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Jeff, Eamon and the MD were preparing to make their way down to reception. Normally it would be Diane acting as mistress of ceremonies for Debbi's monthly morale boosting stunts but on this occasion Eamon had agreed to come over from Dublin and do the honours. Jeff had obtained a striped referees shirt in the U.S. style from somewhere or other. "I don't envisage having to do much more than count to ten for a submission, because Diane is going to overpower Debbi pretty quickly" he remarked. "A pity but I fear you're right" Eamon agreed. "Though I have detected a slight undercurrent of animosity between these two ladies and I wouldn't underestimate the depth of feeling on Debbi's part" he added with a mischievous grin.

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Debbi and Diane were already bickering. They both wanted to be in the blue corner. Debbi because blue was the national team colour of Italy and she wanted to fight as a representative of both England and Italy in honour of her parentage. Diane wanted the blue corner because she thought of herself as representing the ancestral rights of the blue blooded aristocracy. As referee, Jeff decided in Diane's favour. "You're in the red corner Debbi, it matches the colour of your costume" he decided. "What there is of it" Diane smirked, considering the skimpy red bra and knickers which were all that Debbi was wearing.

Eamon meanwhile was at his avuncular best and had warmed up the crowd ready for the contestants appearance. So when Debbi entered it was to cheers and wolf whistles, while Diane was met with a chorus of boos that only the most charitable would describe as good natured. "Plebs" she muttered under her breath. Jeff took the mic to explain the rules of the contest, such as they were. The fight was to be decided by a submission or by a shoulder pin for a count of ten. The announcement that the loser would be hosed down outside in the car park as a further forfeit was warmly received by the watching staff. Jeff drew the two adversaries together to warn them that he wanted a good clean fight. Debbi had expected the sort of impenetrable costume that Diane had selected for herself but she had not considered that Diane would also be sporting sports shoes while she herself was barefoot. "That's not fair" she protested. "It was agreed that I would choose the costumes once the concession was made that you could pick your opponent and for some unfathomable reason you chose me" Diane pointed out. "Why you would do that when you knew it would be certain to end in defeat I have no idea" she continued confidently.

The two retreated to their respective corners where Carol and Aditty were acting as their respective assistants. Eamon rang a bell enthusiastically to signal the start of the contest and Debbi hurled herself across the ring at Diane. Unfortunately, her bare feet quickly began to slip and slither in the slime of the mud which had been liberally spread all over the ring. She was already toppling forward when she made a desperate lung at Diane's midriff. Although she was able to grasp her opponent around the waist. Debbi's surge had lost all momentum and all she had succeeded in doing was to make herself vulnerable to Diane being able to reach down and grab Debbi's own waist in a firm lock. With Debbi held fast and with her feet slipping, it was a simple matter for Diane to bend her double and deftly unclasp her bra, before wrenching it clean off of her body and hurling it out of the ring. The bout had only been going for twenty seconds and Debbi was already topless !

Diane pushed Debbi further down onto her knees, attempting to bury her face in the mud. She partially succeeded before Debbi wrestled clear but as she tried to stand, her feet once more slipped beneath her and Diane was able to push her onto her back. Jumping on top of her, Diane tried to clamp Debbi's wrists. "Submit ?" she asked. "No way" hissed Debbi, kicking out and bucking frantically. Diane pushed down on Debbi's shoulders and Jeff began to count. "One, two, three.." Debbi was able to partially rise and stop the count. Diane tried again. This time the count reached five but Debbi was still able to rise enough to stop it.

Diane tried a different approach. She got up and stood on Debbi's wrists and then reached down to grab her ankles and pull them right back over her head. Diane then squatted down on Debbi's ankles, trapping her shoulders too. Surveying Debbi's upturned ass, it was too tempting a target not to rip the flimsy thong knickers off, thus rendering Debbi once more naked. Diane looked down at herself and there was rather more mud than she would have liked spattered on the small amount of flesh that she did have showing. But she knew she would soon be showering in the privacy and comfort of the executive bathroom and the view that she knew Debbi was presenting more than compensated for that. Stew had had clearer shots of Debbi's asshole and pussy during previous stunts but even through the mud, he was getting pretty good shots for his live stream.

Diane looked over at Jeff expectantly. Debbi's shoulders were surely pinned ? Jeff began to intone "One, two, three..." Diane could feel Debbi still tensing and trying to push beneath her but in the position that Diane had manoeuvred her into, there was nothing she could do. Diane began to slap Debbi's upturned ass in time with the count "...eight, nine, ten, out !" The bout was over. Once more it had ended in ignominy and humiliation for Debbi. Diane beat a final triumphant tattoo on Debbi's ass and got to her feet to receive the plaudits of victory.

Diane strode confidently back to her corner to allow Jeff to raise her arm in victory and to acknowledge the smattering of lukewarm applause. Debbi hauled herself to her feet looking like the creature from the black lagoon, festooned as she was with her comprehensive coating of mud and slime. "Scissors" she hissed at Carol. Her assistant slipped her sharpest dressmaking scissors into Debbi's hand. Debbi had been practicing her moves over and over in her mind ever since she learned that Diane would be choosing the costumes for the fight. She knew she had to be quick, since the element of surprise would not last long.

Fortunately, she was now prepared for the slipperiness of the ring underfoot and was able to swiftly make her way back across the ring. Diane was still distracted and did not see her coming. Just as she had envisaged in her mental rehearsal of the scene, Debbi pulled out the back of Diane's substantial bra and deftly sliced through with the scissors in one go. Diane felt her breasts sag but before she could compute what was happening, Debbi had taken a firm grasp on the cycling shorts and with one mighty tug had pulled them down to Diane's knees ! The audience began to hoot and holler in delight. It seemed as if the fight was going to go on a bit longer ! Diane's exposed white flesh glowed like a beacon in contrast to where the rest of her body had been covered with mud. The spandex shorts had been a substantial defence but now, bunched around her knees, their elasticity was an obstacle for Diane. Instinctively she reached down to pull them up but they were too tight and all she succeeded in doing was to shrug off the remnants of the bra, which Debbi quickly grabbed and threw to one side.

Still disorientated by this sudden turn of events and still hobbled by the shorts around her knees, it only took one good shove for Debbi to push Diane onto her back in the mud. As Diane floundered, Debbi set to work slashing away at the cycling shorts with her scissors and in no time at all, they were also flying out of the ring. "Scissors Deb" called Carol who had come over to that side of the ring to retrieve her favourite dressmaking tool before it became lost in the mud. Debbi handed them over before launching herself on top of Diane. The surprise attack had been a complete success and the two women were now grappling and rolling about in the mud, oblivious to anyone else around them. The pent up resentment built up over months now had its release. "Fucking bitch", "You cow", "I'll fucking destroy you", "Just you try". "Ummph", "Ow, my hair", "Grrr", "You pinched me !"

"You're the referee. Aren't you going to stop them ?" the M.D. demanded of Jeff. "Debbi stop it" Jeff cried ineffectually. "The fight's over. You lost" he added. "It's over when I say it is" Debbi snarled back. "Fucking, fucking bitch !"

"I think you're going to have to separate them" said the M.D. "But they're naked" Jeff protested. "So we noticed, get in there and put a stop to it before they hurt one another."

Jeff timidly set foot over the boundary into the ring. "Now that's enough ladies, you're making a spectacle of yourselves." His plea fell on deaf ears and the catfight continued. Realising he was going to have to get hands on, despite the lack of clothing on either of the combatants, Jeff reached in to try and grab Debbi's shoulders and pull them apart. But at that precise moment, the fighting pair began to roll around together, taking Jeff off at the knees and causing him to tumble down on top of them. He was immediately coated in thick mud and slime. "Debbi stop it" he called, now much more frantically and reaching in to try and pull the pair apart. "Get off my tits !" "Sorry, sorry but come on ladies, this has gone far enough."

Jeff finally managed to get a grip on Debbi's shoulders and pull her off of Diane. They stood up and Diane attempted to follow suit before slipping back down on her ass. A second attempt to rise was more successful. It was only then that the trio came to their senses and took in the raucous scenes in the audience who had been thoroughly entertained and were going wild. "Deb-bi, Deb-bi, Deb-bi" was the chant.

Eamon had taken over the mic again. "A big round of applause for our two contestants and our gallant referee" he called. The crowd all cheered heartily. "As you may recall, the forfeit for the loser was to be hosed down in the car park while the winner showered in the executive bathroom" Eamon continued. "However, I think that Jeff is going to be in need of the executive bathroom and it rather looks to me as if we have two losers, so I propose that both Debbi and Diane be hosed down outside in the car park !" This was a suggestion that seemed to be met with almost universal approval !

Debbi wasn't exactly looking forward to being hosed down out in the car park. She knew it would be cold, though there would be the compensation of getting clean from the mud and slime that covered her and Carol had promised her some shampoo. It would also be yet another public embarrassment but she consoled herself that it wouldn't be the first and was going to be the last. And it was worth it to have finally managed to get some measure of revenge over Diane. It would not even begin to put them equal but to have a one inserted in her win column was infinitely better than having a nil !

She mustered as much dignity as was possible under the circumstances and strode towards the door leading to the car park. "Don't worry about dripping mud on the flooring Deb, the contractors who supplied the ring will clear it all up when they dismantle" Stew informed her, as he hurried past with his camera equipment ready to set up in the car park. Diane meanwhile was being forcibly dragged towards the car park by Carol and Aditty who were in charge of the hoses. It was worth getting the odd splash of mud on their clothes. "I'm not going out there like this" Diane protested. "What then ? Are you going to drive home in this state and ruin your car ? There's no other way you're going to get clean, Eamon will see to that" Aditty reasoned, who was revelling in her superior's temporary downfall. As was Diane's cousin Elizabeth. The intern had her phone out, ready to forward all the gory details of the car park cleansing to the Poshos WhatsApp group they both belonged to !

Despite trying to prepare herself for the ordeal, Debbi was still taken aback by the crowd waiting outside. The entire staff of the company had rushed out from the foyer ahead of them but there were also heads craning out of all the surrounding offices and a crowd of passers by was growing, attracted by the noise. Debbi and Diane's appearance was greeted by loud cheers. "OK, stand over there ladies" instructed Eamon, indicating an area by the wall that had been cleared. Carol and Aditty were attaching the fire hoses to the hydrant. Carol tossed the bottle of shampoo to Debbi. "Arms out, legs apart" she barked at them.

Both women squealed loudly as the first jets hit them in the midriff. There were hoots of laughter as they tried in vain to cover up. "Don't keep doing that, the whole point of the exercise is to get the mud off of you" Carol yelled. "And we have to reach everywhere" Aditty added happily ! Carol had flashbacks to when she had been on the receiving end with Debbi in the contamination unit all those months ago. "Bend over and spread your cheeks ladies" she called maliciously.

The crowd were delighted with the spectacle and many were busy recording it and straining to find the best view. The jets were doing a most efficient job of blasting off the mud and the view being presented of the two women's bodies was getting clearer and clearer. Debbi ducked her head into one of the jets and then began to apply the shampoo to her hair. Somewhat surprisingly she offered the bottle to Diane and although reluctant to accept the kindness, Diane knew her hair was also caked with mud. The jets were finally turned off with Debbi and Diane still sporting hair covered in lather. "Have you got the buckets Gilbert ?" called Eamon over the mic. The lecherous security guard stepped forward and in a relay with Carol and Aditty, he poured the icy water over the heads of the two hapless executives to fully rinse off the suds !

"Has anyone got a towel ?" Diane cried out, looking a far cry from her usual dominant self. "No towels, you have to air dry" laughed Carol. "Better wave your arms around, do a few jumping jacks" she recommended.