My heart is pounding as I walk down the stairs into the crowded room. It is a typical Spring day in Asia, hot and sticky, but I am relieved that the basement where we will be fighting is cool. Actually, almost cold. I feel my nipples harden as the air conditioning hits me. The room is filled with boys and girls from my circle of friends, as well as several people I don't know who probably heard about our "girl fight" from their friends.
My best friends whistle and cheer when I enter. I give my widest, brightest smile, hoping that I can successfully mask how scared I am.
This is my first time. I have always been surprised I am so turned on by the thought of wrestling another girl, but always thought it would be a fantasy I would keep to myself, never to see the light of day other than as Angela27 on a catfight website I love. Yet here I am, a few days after my 25th birthday, an attractive 5'3" Asian girl standing in a cold and unfamiliar basement dressed in a tee shirt and shorts, preparing to strip down and fight my rival.
While lost in my thoughts, I am suddenly jarred back to reality by the cheers and whistles. I look up and see the long, toned legs of my "date" for the evening. Perched on gold stiletto heels, my rival Monica is descending the basement steps. Monica, always the attention whore, is wearing the tiniest white shorts and a matching top tied to reveal her smooth, flat belly. Like me, she is Asian and 25 years old. Monica is slightly taller at 5'6", and roughly the same weight as me at around 105 pounds.
Monica is admittedly a very stunning girl, one that until yesterday I had always hated just below the surface. Years of being in overlapping social circles, attending the same schools and competing for attention and the same boys had led to a hidden, but strong, rivalry that bubbled just beneath the surface.
Yesterday that all changed when we sparred verbally at the party. I remember flushing with anger at first, then with excitement as a petty verbal dispute suddenly morphed into a three fall submission wrestling challenge from Monica.
Seeing that Monica has finally arrived, I give the crowd a coy smile as I step out of my heels and strip off my shorts and top to reveal a low rise, tiny black bikini. The shiny bikini fits a glove, and I blush slightly when I see the guys admiring how it hugs my curvy, tight body. I look down at my thin, toned legs, wiry arms and taut belly which while ripped has just the slightest amount of body far to make it sexy and feminine. I hope I am ready for the challenge!
Monica dramatically steps out of her tall, gold stilettos and strips off her shorts and top. Not one to shy from attention, the little tart has dressed in an incredibly tiny leopard print g-string bikini made of shiny spandex. She turns to shake her perky, exposed, apple-shaped ass for the crowd. This pandering has a clear and immediate impact on the guys who begin to cheer wildly. I so hope to spank Monica's ass until it's raw!
Monica and I face one another. She stares me directly in the eyes, then looks up and down my body and gives a look of disdain.
"Surprised you didn't chicken out Angela. I guess you just WANT to have me kick your ass. Well, it's a three submission match, but I'm not letting you wimp out if I win the first two." Monica gives a flirty smile directed more to the crowd than to me.
My heart is now racing. "You are big talk Monica. You'll be screaming out your submissions before you know it," I hiss.
Monica circles me warily, her tight, shiny g-string and oiled body glistening under the lights. She gets up so close that our bodies are almost touching and I can feel her hot breath on my face. We are breast to breast, belly to belly. Her hand softly touches my ribcage and she slowly runs her hand down my flank, caressing me softly. My heart is pounding in my chest now, as I am both aroused and on heightened alert that the little tart will take a swing at me. Suddenly Monica grabs my bikini bottom and snaps it against my hip.
"You're mine," she whispers in my ear in a husky voice. The fiery Asian then spins around, places her hands on her hips and struts to her corner.
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