L.A. Women, Ch. 6

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LA Women, Ch 6

Kate had always loved being fit, and she had always loved being hot, and she had always loved being the best. When she was little, her dad had taken her to the theater to see the old Steve Reeves movies, Hercules and the others, and she'd been captivated by the idea of being strong, and being able to run, and being capable. She'd pestered her dad to buy her a set of weights, and she was the first person, boy or girl, in their town in Iowa to lift weights and run regularly. As she grew up, she got strong and fast, and she got very healthy. And she became a great beauty, too. Her mom had been beautiful, and just as her dad had encouraged her to lift and run to be stronger, her mom had taught her how to do her makeup and hair and the importance of being better looking than the other girls. By the time she was 20, she had it all. Her thighs and legs weren't overly muscular, but they were lean and tight, and she was clearly quite strong. Similarly, her ass wasn't oversized, but after several years of deep barbell squats, it was perfectly spherical and perfectly tight, and looking at it you felt like you could bounce a quarter off of it. One of Kate's great joys was shopping for the right pair of jeans that would put her ass and her strong thighs on display. That joy was only rivaled by the joy of searching for the right top. Her breasts, like her ass, weren't oversized but they were perfectly spherical, and they seemed larger than they were because of the contrast of their femininity with her strong arms and shoulders and the tight shapeliness of her back. Her facial features looked very fragile at first, with her small, upturned nose and narrow chin, but she wore a firm, determined countenance at all times, and any women who came across her knew that, as a rival, she would be as fierce as she was formidable. Her hair was blonde to the point of being white, and overall her appearance was that of an angel, an angel whose body had been forged by the most skilled of all masters, impossibly light, strong, and shapely, all at the same time.

At 20, Kate had left Iowa behind and come to Los Angeles in search of something more than silos and square dancing. She saw herself as the manifestation of femininity, not only in terms of beauty but also in terms of dominance. She loved knowing that when she entered a room, all the other women fixated on her and she wanted them to know that they had no chance of toppling her from her perch. Her clothes, hair, and makeup were purposefully always a bit too much for the situation. What Kate loved about Los Angeles was that so many of the women there were eager for just such a challenge, unlike her home town, where the girls and the boys were largely very forgettable and not worth her time. She moved to LA with a thousand dollars from her parents and a trunk of clothes, and she just got a room at a motel and started hitting the wanted ads. Within a week, she had a job as a receptionist at a doctor's office, a Dr. Sarantos, and a week after that she had moved out of the motel and into a set of rooms in the house of one of that doctor's friends. The female patients at the office were all very standoffish and snobbish with Kate, as she had expected. It was in Beverly Hills, and they were the wives of rich and powerful men in the city, doing their very best to hold on to their status as they hit their late 30s or crossed over to the wrong side of 40, and Kate knew that she was hardly the first 20-something blonde beauty they had felt threatened by. While they stood at her desk or sat in the waiting area, they made overly loud comments to each other about weekends in Mexico, dinners at the most exclusive restaurants, and new dresses from the best designers, all done in such a way to let her know that they knew she was listening and that she would never be welcome in their world--not if they had anything to say about it. And when their husbands were with them, they made sure to position themselves, literally and figuratively, between the husband and Kate. And Kate made sure to smile and bat her eyes at the husbands whenever she could, touch her hair or look down and glance up in just the right way.

However, to Kate's surprise, her first catfight was not with one of the wives from the office. Nor was it with one of the nurses there, all of whom were chasing Dr. Sarantos and all of whom saw Kate as their greatest obstacle and had ostracized her from the start. Rather, it was with the wife of Dr. Pickens, whose house Kate was staying at. The couple had turned a bedroom and bath at the rear of their house into an apartment, which they would rent out to nurses and receptionists in Kate's situation, young women looking to get their start in LA. The house was a large Tudor style in one of the nicer neighborhoods near the office, and Kate loved the area and the cool tree-lined streets. But the wife, an auburn-haired tiger named Tammy, had been a bitch to her from the day she moved in. Tammy obviously saw Kate as a threat to her marriage, and she was set on running her out of the house. Tammy was in her mid-30s, and she was Pickens's second wife and Kate suspected that Tammy knew exactly what it was like for a younger, more beautiful woman to snag a prominent doctor away from the aging precursor wife. Dr. Pickens was in his late 50s, and he was rather fat and balding now, and while he was quite well off, in relation to other doctors in Beverly Hills he wasn't exactly on the Priority Target list for someone like Kate. But Kate didn't tell Tammy that. She found it rather exciting, the way the second wife worked to keep Kate from being alone with her husband, how she always wore more makeup and nicer clothes around the house than you'd expect if the two of them were just at home on a normal Saturday afternoon, watching the USC game and having a glass of wine.

All of this came to a head one Saturday morning. Kate had known this showdown was inevitable, so she was not surprised when she came downstairs for breakfast to find Tammy sitting alone at the kitchen table. Tammy was wearing old shorts and a t-shirt, but even so she had put a good deal of effort into her hair and makeup. She'd obviously been quite a looker when she was Kate's age, and even now, 10 years or so later, she was still something. A trim figure, with small breasts that were still perky and a flat stomach and trim lines down her sides to her hips, and a great face with a sharp, clear jawline and prominent cheekbones. Her auburn hair was full and rather frizzy and even her hair seemed angry to Kate. The platinum blonde felt her heart surge in her chest at the sight of the housewife and what was to come. She too was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, both smaller and tighter than the housewife's, putting her spectacular figure on full display, and her straight platinum blonde hair just touched the tops of her shoulders. The shirt stopped a few inches above her waistline, and the lines of her abs were barely visible as she strutted past the housewife and went to her set of cabinets in the kitchen and pulled down her cereal as if it would be another normal breakfast. Tammy rotated in her chair as the younger blonde passed her by.

"Where's the doctor?" Kate asked in voice that was pretending to be nonchalant.

"He and some friends went to Vegas to play poker," Tammy answered curtly. "They won't be back until tomorrow afternoon. And you're going to be gone by then."

"Why is that?" Kate asked in the sort of voice that made it clear she knew the answer.

"Because I know what you're doing, and I'm not going to stand for it."

"You think I'm going to steal your man from you?"

"No, you aren't, because you aren't getting the chance."

"Bitch, I am not after your man, although I could get him from you if I wanted to. There are better catches out there for someone like me."

"You mean a slut like you?" Tammy asked, getting up from her seat. "Every woman in town already knows about you, I've made sure of it. They aren't going to let you anywhere near their husbands."

"Oh, would the second wife like to try throwing me out? I'm not going to be as easy as whatever old hag you replaced," Kate answered, coming around the kitchen island and standing before Tammy.

A few minutes later, Tammy was left sobbing on the living room floor, her clothes ripped open, her kitchen and dining room trashed after Kate had tossed her across tables and into cupboards, and her face and body a mess of bruises. At the end, Kate had sat on her and poured milk on her face until she said that she was done. Kate herself went ahead and packed up her things and moved into a hotel not too far from Sarantos's office. She'd paid for the week with a wad of cash she took from Tammy's dresser, and as she carried her last suitcase out to the taxi, she waved the cash in Tammy's face and told her that it was a tax for making Kate teach her this lesson. Tammy lay on the floor, still sobbing, and she kicked vaguely at the platinum blonde but made no real move to get her money back. What scant bruising Tammy had managed to lay on Kate was healed by the time she went to work on Monday. Although the other women in the office kept their distance from her, Kate wasn't sure if it was because word of what she'd done to Tammy had spread or it was just the energy she was putting off. Regardless, things went pretty well for her for most of the day, but what happened after lunch was not exactly a surprise. A very attractive brunette of about 35 came in and made straight for Kate's desk. Putting both hands on the desk and tapping her nails aggressively, she said that her name was Mary and that she was a friend of Tammy's. She said that Kate knew what she was here for and that she wasn't going away without it. Kate replied that she'd be happy to give her what she wanted after work. Kate invited her to meet her in the parking lot behind the office and Kate would give her everything she'd given her friend, with interest.

Thus, Kate had her second catfight in Los Angeles just two days after her first. She had changed into a pair of jeans and a red t-shirt, both of which were tight and displayed the body she was so proud of, the material of the shirt stretched just so across the swell of her firm breasts and her ass and thighs looking as tight as a steel drum in her jeans. Her face as beautiful and hard as ever. She sat on the hood of her car in the parking lot behind the doctor's office and waited, and as the sun was setting Mary pulled up in a cute little forest green MG convertible. As she did, a few of Kate's coworkers returned, walking back from a burger place across the street. And of course, Tammy was riding in the car with Mary. The two friends got out of the car simultaneously, and Kate noticed with not a little satisfaction that Tammy was moving very stiffly and that she was still wearing sunglasses even though the sun was nearly down. Right away, Mary stationed herself directly across the lot from Kate, who slid off the hood of her car and stood tense and ready. In her mid-30s, Mary was still quite attractive, and she looked fit and strong, and she had a dark complexion and darker hair and seemed to be of Italian descent. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, like Kate, and they were quite flattering to her body, although hers was a bit different from the platinum blonde. The older woman had a very large chest, larger than Kate's and much larger than Tammy's, and where Kate's breasts were more like cantaloupes, round and large and firm, Mary's were more like watermelons, enormous and elongated. It was a cool night and both women's nipples were hard and visible through the thin material of their t-shirts and bras. From the way Mary carried herself, Kate could tell that she was an experienced brawler and a good one, unlike Tammy, whom Kate had pegged as a pushover from the first. This woman had very shapely hips and thighs, and she would be heavier than Kate--and she was a few inches taller, too. Her brunette hair, so dark it was close enough to black, was down below her shoulders, longer than Kate's blonde, nearly white locks. Kate thought she won on each point of comparison in their looks, of face, hair, and body, but their catfight was going to be a proper donnybrook, of that she was certain. They were staring daggers at each other and both looked eager to get at it. The parking lot was difficult to see from the street, although the rumble of traffic was a constant in the background. Kate liked the sound of it, of the city, its energy pulsing through her.

"I see you brought an audience with you," Kate said, loudly. "Or is this not going to be one-on-one?"

"Don't worry, honey," Mary answered. "I can handle you myself. Tammy's just here to watch. As for your coworkers," she added, "I guess you just aren't very popular with them, either. They're going to see what happens to women who fuck with other women's husbands."

Kate rolled her eyes. "Like I told this dumb slut," she said, gesturing at Tammy, "I wouldn't bother with him. But like, what's the deal with you two? Do you do all her fighting for her?"

"That's how it is with friends. I guess you wouldn't know about that, though."

"Okay, you old bitch," Kate said, stepping toward the other woman. "I'm going to teach you a lesson now."

The two of them glared at each other, eyes narrowed and hands curled like tiger's paws, and then they went right at it. The crashed together at the midpoint of the parking lot and stuck to each other. No fistfighting, no tactics, just raw female rage. Claws went right into hair and they pushed against each other, bodies straining with the effort. Their feet pawed at the ground, legs and backs and arms trembling, groaning with exertion and rage. Mary was pulling ferociously at Kate's hair from one side to the other, all the while pushing against her as they strove chest to chest, proving to be just as strong as she had looked. Kate pulled her black tresses and pushed back just as hard, just as strong, and they went in a circle in the middle of the parking lot. Kate felt keenly aware of their small audience, all against her, seeing her as the interloper, the threat, the one who would take their man or their dignity. And then she pushed all that out of her mind and with a mighty shove drove the larger Italian woman back a step, then another, Mary grunted with effort and then Kate felt her hair being pulled straight down toward the pavement rather than side to side. Now they were both bent forward, heads together, and they went in a circle again.

 Then, suddenly, Kate felt herself yanked forward and grabbed around the waist and then she was up in the air and down on the pavement and Mary was on top of her. Kate was stunned and aware of nothing but the body of the larger Italian woman on top of her but she recovered herself. The two women rolled back and forth, their arms wrapped around each other's necks, wrestling, their bodies straining against each other. Their breasts were pressed together and their thighs hit against each other as they struggled. Kate was on top and then she was rolled over onto her back and then they switched positions again. They pounded on each other's back and ribs with weak punches and then they started pulling hair again. Kate got put onto her back yet again and this time she stayed there, deliberately, and she planted her feet against the ground and thrust her strong hips upward while simultaneously pulling on the back of the other woman's black hair with everything she had. Mary shrieked in pain and anger as her head was tugged and her back arched unnaturally. The larger woman took the abuse for a few seconds and then she got her hands on Kate's face and seizing her chin she pushed and turned her face away, grinding her cheek and eye into the harsh pavement. The women struggled against each other like this and then gave up their hold at the same time. Kate took the advantage, wrapping her left arm around Mary's neck and with a violent twist and thrust of her hips, pulled her off of her and into a headlock. Now Kate was on top and she stuck her feet into the ground, securing her position, and cranked that headlock for all she was worth. She was pulling up on her head with the headlock while holding her down with her body, with her strong hips, and she made Mary gasp and moan. In response, Mary threw some punches into Kate's side but there was no distance and the platinum blonde absorbed them easily enough. Then Mary escalated and snaked her hand up between the two of them and grabbed hold of Kate's right breast. She squeezed as well as she could given her predicament. Kate endured this too for as long as she could, but then the crushing pain became too much and she let go of the headlock. She tried to sit up so that she could rain blows down on the brunette but in the transition she found herself bucked off by the larger woman and they rolled apart.

The two women came up to their knees, facing each other, and Mary was just a bit quicker. She slapped Kate with a vicious right hand across her face. It was a wicked shot and it spun the blonde all the way around. She pitched forward and caught herself on her hands and knees, and then just as she was pushing herself up, the larger brunette crashed into her. They went tumbling a few rolls across the lot and when they stopped, Kate was in a bad place. The bitch was still behind her, with her legs wrapped around Kate's waist, and she was face up, toward the sky. Immediately, two hands clamped onto Kate's breasts and started squeezing. Mary gripped her chest, her firm tits, and mauled and crushed her. It was like her fingers were mining deep into her body and then Mary started pulling them around, up and down and around her chest, and then she switched her grip to a pinch and she was crushing them flat. Kate could feel the brunette's massive tits squashed against her back. It disgusted her. She howled in pain and pulled at the hands on her breasts and then she reached back and tried to get hold of Mary's hair, but to no avail. More mauling and digging and squeezing and pulling followed. Mary was laughing now. Kate threw elbows back at Mary's ribs and tried to pry open the thighs around her waist but nothing worked. Now, she looked over and saw Tammy and the girls from work watching her and smiling wildly. And as Kate looked at her, Tammy smiled and waved and blew her a kiss. The sight of it, the thought of it, of Tammy watching her lose, set something off in Kate's heart. Gasping in pain, she rolled herself over onto her stomach, with Mary still attached to her back. And then she powered up, first to her hands and knees and then, briefly, up to her feet before slamming herself onto her back, with Mary caught under her.

The fall stunned both women. Mary's legs fell open and Kate rolled onto her side and then just stopped. For several seconds she lay still, her breasts aching, her head swimming. Then the larger woman under her began stirring and Kate pushed herself up to her hands and knees and then up to her feet. Mary eyed her warily as she rose up from a crouch. Both women were breathing hard and moving slowly and they circled each other. Kate balled her hands into fists and Mary did the same and they came toward each other with their guard up. Kate threw a left fist that Mary blocked and then the big brunette threw a wild right that Kate dodged, stepping back. Mary came forward as she did and now Kate lunged forward and popped her in the center of her face with a left and a right. The punches rocked her head back and Kate nailed her in her massive bosom with a sweeping right. The other woman grunted and Kate stepped in closer to hit her in the stomach. But as she did, Mary threw her arms around her torso. The two of them stumbled about, grappling with each other. Their breasts were swelled up and out from the pressure. Kate sensed that the larger woman was trying to gather her up to slam her down into the pavement. She got her hands against Mary's waist and she pushed her hips out as far as she could to avoid the slam. Her thighs and her ass tensed and flexed as she fought off the bigger woman and her size and strength. Mary suddenly stepped forward and again squeezed her arms tight around Kate and the blonde could feel herself being drawn in for the slam. Frantically, suddenly, Kate slipped her hand free and got it up around Mary's face and she pulled her hair with the one hand. But again, the sudden and violent cinching in, another attempt at the slam. Kate imagined herself landing hard on the pavement with the bigger woman on top of her and the beating she'd take there, lying helpless on the ground. And she jabbed her finger into the corner of Mary's mouth and hooked her. She tugged on her mouth at the corner, pulling the lips and cheek away from her teeth. Immediately, Mary shrieked, a queer sound given the way her mouth was being stretched, and she let go of Kate and yanked her head away from her. The two women scampered clear, each happy to get clear of her predicament.

"Fucking bitch!" Mary yelled. She was holding one hand over her mouth at the corner Kate had tugged on. Her eyes were wild and her face red.

Kate was too raw to think of a response. Instead, she dashed forward and smashed Mary in the face with a wild right. The punch landed clean on her cheek and sent the busty Italian stumbling backward. The fight was far from over, though, and Mary righted herself before Kate could capitalize on her momentary weakness. Her eyes were still wild and came right at the blonde. A barrage of rights and legs. Kate held her forearms up and blocked some, but she took a shot to the side of her head that rocked her. And then when she raised her forearms up and ducked her head down, instinctively, Mary landed punches to her sides, hard shots that left Kate gasping. She was sent backwards and the other woman followed her. Mary made to punch her in the stomach and Kate lowered her arms and then Mary slammed one home into her forehead. The force of it raised Kate straight up and now Mary drilled her in the breast. Kate was covering up now and Mary seized her by the hair with her left hand and yanked her head forward and down and then she slammed her right fist into Kate's stomach. Over and over, thudding shots into her tight, flat abs. She tried to block the first one but then after that she was just trying to hold on. Finally, Mary jerked her head again, bringing her face forward and down, and she nailed her with an uppercut punch. The knuckles slammed home into her mouth and split her lips open. The bigger brunette let go of her hair as she did and Kate went down with the punch, landing flat on her back. She was staring up at the sky, her stomach and chest trembling with the shots she'd taken, blood smeared and running across her face.

And the Italian woman had no intention of letting her lie there and recover. She came forward and raised her foot up to stamp down on Kate's stomach. But the blonde saw it coming and just as Mary went to stamp her, standing on one foot, she rolled and threw herself into her legs. Mary crashed to the ground and the two of them were again struggling with each other. Pulling hair, clutching tightly and hitting each other, they rolled back and forth. Kate was hurting all over and all she wanted to do was to make Mary feel the same way. Worse. She grabbed hold of that pretty black hair with both hands and pulled with all her strength and she was rewarded with a shriek of new pain. Mary repaid it though with punches to her side. And then she repaid her the fishhook, pulling at her mouth and then yanking on her ear. Kate panicked and let go of her hair and the two of them scrambled again. They ended up on their knees, facing each other, and again they threw their arms around each other and were pushing and grappling, each trying to push the other over. They struggled and flexed, cheeks pressed together, arms around each other. Mary brought up one hand and pulled on Kate's hair and then she bit down on her shoulder. Kate yelped in pain and anger and in retaliation she punched Mary in the stomach with her right fist. The blow drew a grunt of pain and Kate gave her another one. And another and another. Mary bit down on her shoulder harder. It hurt but it also made her even angrier. And Kate slammed her fist into Mary's crotch and then gave her another shot to the gut and then another and another. Now, finally, Mary let go of her bite and tried to pull away, but it was Kate's turn. As Mary pulled back, Kate slammed a right cross into her face. The pretty brunette swayed to the side but kept herself upright, and Kate gave her seconds, a left fist back the other way. Mary's mouth and nose both splattered open and she went back the other way. Kate nailed her again, this time with a dessert tray of a right and a left, both to the face, and then as the older woman swayed, her eyes going loose, Kate just shoved her onto her back.

Mary hit the ground like a wet sack and Kate mounted her spectacular body. She hit her with open hands back and forth across the face and she could feel the bigger woman go limp under her. The victory was here, and it felt good. So good. Kate wrapped up the front of Mary's shirt in her left fist and drew her up and with her right hand she kept hitting her back and forth. In response, Mary moaned deeply and stared up at her. There was blood smeared all over her face now and her eyes and cheeks were turning various shades of blue and red with the bruising. Kate hit her a few more times, for fun, and then she let her fall back flat on her back. Mary was helpless at this point and Kate ripped open her shirt and then pulled down her bra, exposing her massive breasts. They were truly wondrous, topped by equally huge pink nipples. Kate stared at them and then she paid back the damage done to her own chest. She grabbed hold of those things and squeezed with all that she had, digging into the huge mounds as the flesh oozed out between her fingers. Kate thought of doughy bread and she smiled grimly, her own mouth a mess too, as she punished this woman and her prized assets. When she got tired of mauling her, she slapped the huge tits back and forth until they were as red as Mary's cheeks. Finally, Kate stopped and looked up. Sitting astride the woman she'd beaten, her gorgeous face bruised and blooded, her body capable and feminine and fit and strong, the sweep of her thighs and ass and the curves of her aching chest, she felt absolutely perfect. She put her eyes on the coworkers and on Tammy, who were watching intently, and she knew that she had to really make an example of Mary, lest they think of jumping her then or trying her some other night.

"I think your friend here still thinks she's hot shit," she said, and she gave Mary a good pat on the cheek and then she smeared the blood around on her face, finishing by wiping her hand on the remains of Mary's shirt.

The defeated woman moaned. Her eyes had regained their focus and she was staring up at Kate with the look of a woman who was done fighting that night but had not yet learned her lesson. So, the platinum blonde hauled her up to her feet by the hair and hit her across the face. Then she grabbed her by the arm and slung her into the MG, her forest green convertible. Mary crashed into the door and immediately slumped down to the ground. She was on her knees, one shoulder against the car, and now she'd started crying softly. Kate strode purposefully after her and pulled her up and hit her across the face again. Mary flopped back onto the hood of her car, arms splayed out above her head, her black hair like an inverted halo around her face. Her massive bust and her flat stomach made enticing targets, and Kate went to work, giving them one last going-over. Her giant boobs wobbled with each blow. Mary's entire torso was shaking now and she was crying openly. Kate was breathing hard, and she stopped hitting her and stepped back, away from the car.

Kate waited and waited, her breasts rising and falling with her deep breaths, her fists resting on her hips, and finally Mary pushed herself up off the hood of her car. Kate sized her up, and then she slammed one last punch home, an uppercut into Mary's chin. The Italian was spun around and ended her night face down across the hood of her car. Her massive breasts swelled out under her armpits and her curvaceous ass was sticking up in the air. Smirking, Kate gave her a smack on the ass, then she gathered up the remains of Mary's shirt and bra and, taking them as a trophy, she got in her car and drove back to her hotel room.

As expected, Kate received a visit from Dr. Sarantos a few days later. She'd not bothered to come in to work after the beating she'd given to Mary. He gave her an envelope of cash and explained that Mary and Tammy had a lot of pull with his clientele. He was sure that she understood, and the money was very good, and she thanked him and showed him the door. As he left, he gave her a business card and said that some friends of his were always looking for beautiful, aggressive women like Kate. The card led Kate to a woman named Gwendolyn and her husband David. The two of them were part of a network around Los Angeles that organized private bouts between attractive women. The audience for these matches was very rich--and much more female than some ignorant outsiders might assume--and they paid very well. Still bruised and stiff from her fight with Mary, Kate met Gwendolyn at a coffee shop. It turned out that Mary was known and respected as a fighter, and Gwendolyn was eager to sign Kate up. Gwendolyn was a bit older than Kate, but she was still very, very attractive, with an excellent face, a large bust, and a flat stomach, and, Kate discovered, a handshake that conveyed a great deal of physical strength. She also had very nice taste, and Kate couldn't help but feel the difference between their clothes and haircuts. And, although she felt no shame in the bruising on her face and the temporary hitch in her step, she was keenly aware of the benefits of the lack thereof on Gwendolyn. The benefits of being management, she thought as she left, feeling Gwendolyn's eyes on her ass as she did so.


Kate's first fight for Gwendolyn was a boxing match against another novice fighter managed by a Black woman who was, like Gwendolyn, a bit of a veteran at this game. Kate and this fellow novice, a lean and athletic brunette, fought in a large apartment owned by some old man Kate never saw again. The two young women both wore leather bras and panties and very small boxing gloves, and Kate beat the other girl senseless quite easily. She made a good deal of money, too, and she was able to land a cushy office job with a man named Steve Turnbull, who was a regular at the fights and owned a large trucking company. Several months went by, and while some women gave Kate more of a challenge than others, none of them could whip her. The closest anyone came was Mary, whom Kate fought in front of her largest audience yet. It was a wild topless brawl in front of nearly one hundred guests, and it ended with both of them bloodied and battered but with Mary lying on her back and Kate planting her foot on her chest, arms raised in victory. With a large payday and an equally large set of bruises, Kate took a month off from fighting. At the end of this, Gwendolyn would invite Kate to check out this girl named Sarah, who fought for Dani, a Colombian woman who'd moved to Los Angeles a little while before Kate did and had quickly found herself working in the fight game. Kate knew that Gwendolyn hated Dani, saw her as reaching up above her station by wanting to run in Gwendolyn's circles, and she wanted to humble Dani, push her down a rung and out of the elite clientele Gwendolyn catered to. It seemed like Dani didn't fight as much herself now, although the first time Kate got a look at her, she felt like it was a damn shame. The Colombian was a real looker, with a beautiful face, great hair, and a strong, womanly body. But Kate had been told to focus her attention on Sarah, Dani's best fighter, and Kate did as she was told, as she still worked for Gwendolyn and she suspected that at some point, Gwendolyn wanted to teach this lesson to Dani herself. So Kate had gone to a place called Handlebars with Gwendolyn to watch Dani, Sarah, and this gorgeous, big-titted Chinese girl fight three other girls they'd had some beef with. Dani, Sarah, and Titties, or Courtney, as Kate would learn later was her name, beat up the other three girls rather soundly. Kate focused her attention on scouting Sarah, and she was rather impressed with what she saw. Beautiful girl, with a great body, as was to be expected of someone fighting in front of Steve Turnbull and Gwendolyn's crowd, but Sarah could brawl, too. She could hit and she could take a hit. Kate had been impressed enough that she'd sought out Sarah another night, at a bar called Clifton's, and together the two of them had taken care of some tramp trash. And again, Kate was impressed by what she saw, impressed enough that she invited Sarah to watch her fight later that night. Kate even gave her a card with the address on it.

But Sarah didn't show up. Kate's fight was at the private club Gwendolyn used regularly for matches. It was at an older, isolated bungalow in Topanga Canyon. Gwendolyn and her husband David--whom Kate avoided when she could--had bought the house and renovated the inside and the back yard to make it suit their purposes. The house was pretty far from the road and any nosy neighbors, and with the local police taken care of with some timely donations and a few free tickets, they could do as they wanted without fear of interruption. Tonight, the night she'd invited Sarah to watch her, Kate was scheduled for a mud fight against some girl she didn't know. Kate had kept an eye out, and as it became evident that Sarah wasn't going to show up, Kate's anger rose and rose. Kate had tried to teach Sarah as an equal, had tried to show her some respect and had even invited her to their exclusive show. But the rich bitch from the proper Virginia family had spurned her, and the disrespect made Kate's pale flesh turn red. As she was waiting for her bout to start, she could feel her face getting hotter and hotter. Well, could have shown up, could have even been brought into this atmosphere and met a man who could take care of her, Kate told herself, not as wealthy and handsome as Steve Turnbull, whom Kate had set her eyes on for herself, but someone to pamper her. But now Kate was going to humiliated her in front of everyone when she got the chance, make sure that Sarah stayed down in the mud with Dani. Neither of them was really hot enough or tough enough to hang with Kate and Gwendolyn anyway. As she changed into her bikini bottoms and towel and stepped outside for her bout, Kate chastised herself for even inviting Sarah in the first place. The strawberry blonde wasn't good enough, and soon enough, Kate would prove it to everyone.

It was customary for the girls to change for their bout alone, in one of the bungalow's small bedrooms. Kate had put away her casual clothes and was sitting on the bed wearing only her bikini bottoms, still thinking about Sarah's insulting her more than her upcoming match, when Gwendolyn knocked and entered. As they exchanged the usual pleasantries, with Gwen asking how she felt and so on, Kate thought about the older woman. In her early 30s, Gwen was still a looker, with a great face and just as great a body, with an imposing bosom and feminine hips, and Kate knew that she'd been a great fighter in her time, too. And now she had made herself into a wealthy and powerful woman in LA. She and her husband David made a great deal of money off of fights like those Kate won, and, not for the first time, Kate wondered how much of the income from her fights went into her own pocket and how much went into Gwen's lifestyle. Kudos where it was due, though. The world of women was a hard one, and Kate knew that the only woman she could truly trust was herself. That and her assets, her stunning looks and equally stunning fists.

"I found Sarah and delivered the message," Kate told Gwen, as she noticed how the older woman was looking over her exposed body, evaluating her. "Guess she didn't feel up to it tonight."

"She'll get hers, don't worry," Gwen reassured her. "And Mr. Turnbull is here," she added. "I think he's quite excited about seeing you go tonight." Gwen strode up to her now and ran her fingers lightly over Kate's nearly white hair. "You're as beautiful as you can be. Give him a good show, and he can help us get that blonde and her Latina boss later. Now get your robe on. They're waiting for us."

Kate's opponent that night was a blonde, too. She was quite pretty, and as she and Kate stood on opposite sides of the mud pit behind the house, this girl had a very determined look on her face. A small crowd had paid a good deal of money to watch Kate fight this girl in the mud, and Kate was going to make sure they got a good show. Steve Turnbull was sitting next to Gwen in the center, and she meant to give him the best show of all as she turned this pretty blonde inside out. Her name was Liz, Kate learned when David announced her name. As he did, Liz dropped her towel to reveal herself to the audience. She had a lean, athletic body, with small, pert breasts topped by short, puffy nipples, and she wore pink bikini bottoms that came up high on her hips. She was a bit taller than Kate, and a year or two older, the platinum blonde would have guessed. When David said Kate's name, she too dropped her towel and stood revealed before her opponent, their small, refined audience, and the trees and shrubs of the LA canyons. Without even looking, she could feel Steve looking her up and down. Kate's full, firm breasts sat high on her chest, as if supported by a bra, and they were topped by wide, dark areolae and visibly hard and elongated nipples. The cold canyon air and the atmosphere of the fight were having their effect on her. Her hair and makeup were perfect, although of course they would be ruined in a few seconds. But for now, Kate knew that Liz and every other woman there was jealous of her. Her strong body, with her somewhat muscular arms and thighs and her perfectly spherical ass, ensconced in her red bottoms, was ready for what was to come. With a gesture from David, who was smiling broadly and playing it up for the crowd but underneath seemed desperate to get away, Liz and Kate stepped into the mud. It was cool and wet and Kate enjoyed the feeling of its oozing around her toes and up over her feet. One foot, then the other, and she and the blonde were now circling each other, slightly bent over, hands at the ready. Kate's much larger breasts swayed as she moved, unlike the comparatively boyish knobs of the blonde's chest. The rules were quite simple tonight. No punching, kicking, and no biting, and they would go until someone conceded. After that, the winner could do as she liked to the loser.

The blonde dove forward, going for Kate's leg, but as she came in Kate got her across the face with an open-handed slap. The taller blonde changed her mind about the leg and stood up straight again. The two girls circled again, feet sloshing in the mud, and then again Liz initiated. She smacked Kate across the face with a left hand that she seemed sure would unsettle the platinum beauty. But Kate just took the shot and smacked her one right back. Liz was rocked back on her heels and Kate let her readjust herself. The two stared at each other and then Kate made a "let's go again" gesture and they slapped each other again, again Liz going first and Kate taking it and then Kate hitting her back, harder. Liz went stumbling and again Kate let her regain her composure. Liz's face was turning red now, partly from Kate's wicked palm and partly from her frustration. The plainer blonde came forward, looking to strike first again, but this time as she got close Kate threw herself into her. Kate's shoulder got her across the thighs and she tackled her down into the mud. The two girls rolled back and forth and soon enough Kate was on top. She was sitting astride Liz and she gripped her wrists in each hand and slammed them down into the mud. The muck they were wrestling in was thick and gooey but not very deep, and it only came up about halfway on Liz's body as she lay on her back, staring up at Kate. The platinum beauty felt keenly aware of the shape of her body as she sat mounted on her prey, partly coated in the mud now, the lines of her haunches and the orbs of her perfect breasts, her gorgeous face yet untouched. She stared down into the eyes of the other girl and saw panic now as Liz pushed up with all her strength but to no avail. Kate grinned down at her and then she released her and stood, gesturing for the other girl to do the same.

Liz slowly got to her feet, expecting a surprise attack, but Kate gave her her space and let her breathe for a second. Then she came right at her. Quicker than Liz could handle, Kate closed the space between them and slapped her viciously across the face with a right hand and then back with her left. Liz got turned around and while was unsettled, facing away, Kate gripped her around the waist and slung her down into the mud. As the taller blonde landed, Kate maintained her lock around her waist, and she planted her feet and hefted her up into the air, just a bit, and then drove her face down into the mud. Liz hit hard against the hard bottom of the mud pit, and she was defenseless. Kate sat on the small of her back, the sphere of her ass just touching the top of Liz's, and she yanked back on the blonde hair so that her pretty face was out of the mud. Liz was staring up absently, and Kate sat like that, holding her hair in one hand, and she looked around at the crowd, at everyone focused entirely on her and the girl under her, and she playfully slapped Liz on the side of her face with her other hand. Then she rose to her feet and pulled Liz up by the hair and spinning in a tight circle flung her away. Liz went tumbling across the pit and landed in a heap on the far side. She rolled herself on her back and lay there, her lower part still in the mud and her upper back resting against the hard dirt and grass surrounding the pit, and stared remorsefully up at Kate.

"Come on," Kate goaded her. "You owe these people a better show than this, after all the money they've paid to see us. To see me," she added, slowly, letting the words roll out in her farmer's daughter accent. She checked to see if Steve Turnbull had his eyes on her, and she was happy to see that he did. She smiled at him, briefly, and she felt good that he smiled back.

Liz continued to stare at her from her back, though, and Kate stared back down at her. And then she thought of Sarah, again, the bitch who'd ignored her invitation, and she rushed across the mud and plopped herself astride Liz's waist. Liz waved her hands in the air and smacked at Kate's face and breasts, but Kate knocked her meager defense aside and went to work. She slapped her across the face, over and over, hard, and then she rained down vicious slaps into her small breasts. The blows were wet and hard and Liz grunted and moaned with each. At the end of the barrage, Kate felt the pretty blonde go loose under her and it made her hot. She scootched herself forward until her ass was on the weaker girl's upper chest and then she gripped her by the hair and pulled her face up into her crotch. Kate then started rocking her hips and moaning, all while tugging on her hair harder and harder. Then she slid herself back down the girl's body and went back to work on her, slapping her in the face and across her small breasts over and over until she started sobbing. It took her a while to get there, Kate told herself, and she was quietly impressed by how long the other girl had held out. The dominant platinum blonde had never known what it was like to be helpless under another woman like that, but she imagined it was unbearable.

Kate stopped hitting her now and sat astride her. "Had enough, bitch?" she asked loudly enough for everyone, especially Steve, to hear.

"Yes, yes," Liz whimpered.

Now Kate looked directly at Steve and asked, "How about you, Mr. Turnbull? Have you seen enough, or would you like us to go further?" He was staring at her, mouth hanging open just a bit, and Kate nodded and said, "I think we'll keep going. How does that sound to you, Liz? Do you want to keep going?" she asked the girl pinned under her.  "Or, you can tell everyone what it's like to go through life as a flat-chested loser." Liz said nothing from under her; she only kept whimpering and sobbing.

With that, Kate pushed herself up and dragged Liz by her blonde hair, on her hands and knees, across the grass to a garden hose. She held the hose overhead like a shower and made Liz wipe the both of them clean. At first, Liz was being very practical and efficient, but Kate told her to let the audience enjoy themselves. So Liz very slowly wiped the mud off of Kate's body, from her great breasts and perfect ass and her strong shoulders, arms, and thighs, down to her feet. Then Kate instructed her to lie down on her back. The platinum blonde stuck her left foot on Liz's chin and put her toes into her mouth and then she put the hose on her knee so that the water ran down her shin into the beaten girl's mouth and she bade her to drink. Liz coughed and spluttered and Kate told her to suck on her toes and then after that Kate put the bottom of her foot on Liz's face, pressing down on her, and she put her thumb over the end of the hose and blasted the mud off Liz's lithe body as best she could. Then, Kate tossed the hose aside and plopped herself down astride her victim. Again, she pulled on her blonde hair and yanked her face up into her crotch and told her to suck on her there. Liz reached up with her hands and Kate took one hand out of her hair and guided one hand onto her large breast and held it there. She was grinding herself on the blonde's pretty face faster and harder and faster and harder and then she stopped.

Kate was breathing hard. She looked around at the audience and locked eyes with Steve Turnbull and staring at him, she pulled Liz's hand from her breast into her mouth with one hand and sucked on her fingers. The other hand, she planted on the blonde's face and just pushed down on her hard, all the while starting up again with her hips, grinding back and forth slowly so that her mound she touched the blonde's chin, then bouncing up and down on her upper chest, again slowly, breathing harder and harder and staring at him. Then she unmounted the blonde she'd beaten and humbled and went directly to Steve and pulling him up by the hand led him into the bungalow to the small bedroom. She wanted him and she wanted everyone to know that she was getting him. Slamming the door shut and shoving him backward onto the bed, she let him know that too. She was in control and it was like every inch of her was pulsating with strength and life, and she threw herself atop him and made him hers.

[CoffeeMug]

Wanted to add that the "you need to move out immediately" scene actually happened to this girl I went out with a few times when I was in grade school. No physical fight, obviously.

[Drake8]

From what I can tell, you want to retire at the top, just like Michael Jordan. What a tremendous chapter! I'll probably expand too much on my analysis of this chapter, but I think the quality and abundance of details, which greatly enrich the story and lend immense depth to the characters and plots, make it worth it. As always, I'm doing this just to express my gratitude and appreciation for your immense talent and hard work, and if my literary analysis happens to be helpful to someone, all the better:

While Mad Women was told almost entirely from the perspective of its main character, Daniella (with a couple of chapters from Anna's point of view), and focused particularly on the amazing Dani-Kaira-Anna triangle, which showed us the differences between being an alpha girl and not being one; LA Women seems to be an incredible polyphonic novel featuring what appears to be a square formed by four alpha women! a clear 2 vs 2: Dani and Sarah versus Gwendolyn and Kate.

This fantastic episode introduces us to Kate, the final member of the Los Angeles Quartet (a tribute to the great James Ellroy), and a standout character for being so different from the others: First of all, she's the only one we know who has been physically training since childhood, developing a body that's not only stunningly beautiful (clearly a 10 out of 10. It remins me of that typical gym girl with a stunning, not overly muscular but very toned body, usually with large but not overly enhanced breasts, who shows off in those skimpy gym outfits) but also perfect for fighting, thanks to the perfect combination of lessons from her father and mother. That perfect physique is what has taken her to where she is today at just 20 years old. She's also the only one without a college education, and most importantly, it doesn't bother her in the least because for her a woman's value is measured in terms of beauty, status, money and power, and she can achieve it without a hitch thanks to her incredible physique and relentless determination. Finally, I think there are several details that reveal her to be a tremendously narcissistic girl with a sadistic streak, who enjoys destroying other girls as she rises to the top. In all three fights, even though they're all so different, they have one thing in common: Kate isn't satisfied until her opponents are openly crying.

The first fight, with Tammy, isn't described to us, but we know from the ending that it wasn't necessary, cause it was the typical one-sided a fight in which one woman is infinitely superior to the other in every respect. That gives us a glimpse and helps us better understand what a top alpha is. Tammy would be a spectacular girl for any man, probably an 8.5 out of 10, but Kate is that unreachable girl who's on a goddess level.

Next comes the epic battle against Mary, the undisputed leader of that group in every sense. It is one of the best fights I've ever read, thanks to all the symbolic weight you manage to bring to it. This fight is much more evenly matched, as it is a recognizable battle between two top girls, and it shows the terrible consequences of defeat when facing anunforgiving girl like Kate: humiliation, the power imbalance, and the use of the body as a tool of absolute domination. Kate does not merely defeat Mary; she forcibly undresses Mary's body, exposing her breasts while she remains fully clothed, testing and punishing those incredible attributes that made the Italian stand out. Physical submission is accompanied by the public and visual exposure of the defeated woman's body, which she punishes savagely, turning Kate's victory into an act of absolute domination. For Mary, who at the beginning of the story was presented as a strong, attractive, and self-assured woman, ending the fight this way represents the total destruction of her pride. Kate not only wins the physical fight, but also strips her of her dignity, symbolically taking away the remains of Mary's shirt and bra as a trophy
Finally, I must highlight the significant symbolic details of Mary's car, the forest green MG convertible, the quintessential sports car of 1973, expensive and sophisticated, which represents Mary's success, appeal, and high social status. By slamming Mary into her own luxury car, Kate destroys the symbol of her success. Mary goes from being the proud owner of a convertible to ending up on her knees, crying against the door, and finally sprawled and unconscious on the hood. The car becoming her "altar" of degradation. Furthermore, instead of leaving Mary lying on the ground or in the dirt, Kate beats her and throws her onto the hood of the car. The hood is an elevated, smooth surface. It functions as a stage or showcase. By placing her up there, Kate ensures that Mary's half-naked, battered body is perfectly visible to the watching audience (her coworkers and Tammy). The majestic car exposes her defeat to everyone. By taking possession of the car and using it to crush her, Kate not only defeats the woman but completely destroys her social position and dignity.

Finally, the third confrontation and Gwendolyn's crucial appearance in Kate's life. This clash of social status reveals Kate's defining characteristic besides her narcissism: her class bias. Once again, we see Kate physically sizing up another woman, but this time the outcome is very different. With Mary "Kate thought she won on each point of comparison in their looks, of face, hair, and body"; here, probably for the first time in her life, Kate feels inferior. Gwendolyn's physique, power and status are too much for the extremely young girl from a humble background; and through that final subtle yet highly significant detail (when Kate leaves the café feeling Gwendolyn's gaze fixed on her backside) we can see that the power dynamics have already been established: Gwendolyn is above (evaluating, hiring, watching) and Kate is below (being evaluated and observed). This class inferiority complex not only allows us to get to know a lot more about Kate, but also about the mysterious Gwen: if in the first episode she was presented as a capricious petty bitch, as the story progresses we see an imposing, powerful, mischievous and scheming woman, and we begin to understand how she reached her position. It's important to remember that even Sarah felt that same sense of inferiority around her in the first episode. It appears that only Dani remains unshaken in her presence, surely due to her incredibly strong personality and the experiences she's already had in Mad Women against equally powerful women.

The fact that Dani doesn't back down one bit in front of Gwendolyn is probably one of the reasons that helps us understand why Gwen was so hysterical around her in the first episode, and above all, it helps us understand one of the most important lines in the episode: "Kate knew that Gwendolyn hated Dani, saw her as reaching above her station by wanting to move in Gwendolyn's circles, and she wanted to humble Dani, push her down a rung and out of the elite clientele Gwendolyn catered to". This means that the big fight between Kate and Sarah doesn't seem so important, since what Gwendolyn really wants is to humiliate and expel Dani from the business, a plan she appears to have already implemented. For Gwendolyn, this is personal, not professional. It seems that with only 27-28 years old Dani's stunning physique and fierce ambition have put her in the line of fire of another powerful woman. As if that weren't enough, Dani also seems to be on Kate's radar: "It seemed like Dani didn't fight as much herself now, although the first time Kate got a look at her, she felt like it was a damn shame". That interesting phrase seems to indicate that for a girl with Kate's mentality, who enjoys subduing attractive and strong women to prove her superiority, Daniella represents an even bigger challenge than Sarah.

It seems that part of Gwen's plan was to use the invitation to Sarah as a way to win her over. However, Sarah's refusal reveals the significant differences between the two opposing factions. Sarah truly respects and admires Dani, which is why she prefers to sacrifice an exclusive invitation rather than disobey her. In turn, Dani truly cares for her girls, as she demonstrated in Episode 3 by fighting alongside them. On the other hand, Kate clearly distrusts Gwen and has no affection for her, only deep respect and fear of her immense power. And for Gwen, everything suggests that Kate is merely a tool, a piece of meat to achieve her goals.
Despite this failed plan, the calculating Gwen remains unfazed because she already has another one: using Steve Turnbull to get him to support them so they can go after "that blonde and her Latina boss)". Gwen seems to be taking it so seriously that she has everything planned out

Finally, the third fight, so different from the previous two, once again highlights just what an incredible fighter Kate is, and once again reveals her narcissism and sadism. Kate punishes an innocent girl for Sarah's "rejection." She won't take no for an answer and goes from respecting Sarah to hating her to death simply because she didn't show up!
The platinum blonde uses the fight against Liz not only to win, but to once again demonstrate her absolute superiority. By not ending the fight quickly, she prolongs the situation to break Liz's will. Kate seems to need her opponent's total surrender and humiliation to feel fully satisfied. This third fight portrays Kate as a girl whose motivations are deeply tied to a need for dominance and recognition. After all, she is a "country girl" in the luxurious setting of the Los Angeles hills. For me, this fight is so special because it intensifies the characterization of Kate as a character driven by megalomania and absolute egocentrism on the one hand, and social resentment and class insecurities on the other.

I can't help but mention the final detail of Kate having sex with Turnbull, highlighting the boundless ambition and unscrupulousness of a girl capable of lying with the man she's interested in to climb the ladder, even right in front of an entire audience. It also emphasizes how much of a pawn she is to Gwen, obeying her orders in absolutely everything. And finally, it highlights the great Dani, a girl who has achieved everything she has at just 27-28 years old without the help of any man.

I could point out several other details that have surprised me, but I think this is enough Congratulations and thank you again for this incredible chapter. I hope your inspiration stays at its peak, and now that summer is coming, I hope you have more time for the next chapters. I can say that I'm more eager than ever for the next one.

[Drake8]