[de Vire]

Cate walked briskly through the busy streets of Tokyo back to the club that had been her home for the past year, and on many previous trips over the past decade. Heads turned as she thrust out her long shapely legs in front of her, trying to get back before the rain came. She would have attracted attention in any crowd... as a well built, statuesque woman of 174cm and 60kg and then there was the flowing blond hair, beautiful blue eyes and the full, pouting lips...but as a Western woman in Tokyo, she was a sensation.

To the acute observer, her features and pale alabaster skin marked her as an Englishwoman and she was obviously young, in fact she was 30.

Cate was lost in her own thoughts as she walked, thinking back on her life. Passers by would have been astonished by the wicked thought that brought a smile to her face. It was her first catfight defeat at the club at the hands of Keiko, years earlier on her first visit - and the sexual humiliation that followed. "Ooh la la" she murmured to herself as her full chest heaved at the memory. Her mind wandered through her other club catfights all the way back to her after school catfights. It was a pleasant reverie.

Cate was going home to London in two weeks and, what the club didn't know yet, was that it would be for the last time. The Wedding Invitations had already been sent, she was going to marry her true love, Peter and start a family. It was time. It was more than time as far as Peter was concerned. He had stood by her during all her after school catfights, win or lose. And she lost a couple. But she didn't mind that, it actually turned her on more than winning, which she did most of the time. She reflected on how lucky she had been to find Peter, who shared her catfight fetish. Including the arousal that came from another woman overpowering her. He was building a career in his father's firm and couldn't accompany her to Japan on her extended trips. Cate preferred it that way, she liked flying solo, on a don't ask don't tell basis. Which she violated when she returned from her first trip, she simply had to tell him everything. He didn't seem to mind. The money from the club had been very good and, together with Peter's salary, had allowed them to buy a house together. The generous payoff from her final catfight with Alexandra in 2 days time would certainly make a dent in the mortgage.

"Alexandra" she murmured to herself, savouring the beautiful name. She'd seen some stats but what she really wanted were some pictures, then she could trust her instincts to tell her what kind of girl she was. In fact Cate didn't know much about the mysterious Russian girl except that she was reputed to be a great beauty as well as a great catfighter. She fought in a famous Moscow Club which had done a swap with the Tokyo Club for Keiko for 12 months.

Both clubs apparently needed to refresh their line ups. The tried and tested routine of the gorgeous Western girl Cate beating all the Japanese girls at the club only to be finally vanquished by the Japanese Goddess Keiko had been rolled out three times now and it would have been four but for Alexandra taking Keiko's place. Cate had thought the Club were taking their high roller clientele for granted until the swap had been announced and the ticket sales certainly bore this out - the house went from half full to sold out in a few hours.

Cate also thought that she probably wasn't the only one to wonder if at least some of the Japanese girls were being paid to take a dive for the sake of the story line, she only knew that there was no need to pay her to lose to the exquisite Keiko!

Cate licked her lips. The unusual prospect of two Western girls going at it - one English, one Russian - was no doubt enough to pack the house without looking for other reasons. It certainly appealed to Cate - in fact the delicious uncertainty of facing the mysterious Russian was making her very wet.

[Alexandra X]

I look forward to seeing how the story develops further

[de Vire]

Alexandra stared out the window at the clouds below. She had finished her book earlier and was now content to let her thoughts roam free. She didn't fidget, sitting completely motionless with perfect posture, only a smile played on her face from time to time. They had passed over Siberia and would soon fly over Vladivostok where they would turn south for Tokyo.

She seemed completely unaware, or was perhaps was just indifferent to, the impression she had made on the other passengers and crew. Her features were strong and unmistakably slavic but softened to the point of extraordinary beauty. She was just 25 years of age, blonde with striking eyes,176 cm tall with a willowy slender body that weighed just 54kg yet somehow betokened explosive power. She had swayed down the aisle with the perfect poise and bearing of the model she had once been. The air hostess who had been studying her the whole flight wondered what lurked beneath the polite, self contained exterior. She trembled at the thought and made a final decision to slip this enigma her phone number before the end of the flight.

It had begun soon after she boarded when she was 'upgraded' and moved close to the front of the plane. The young, 30ish, First Officer, had then come back to talk to her and invited her up to the flight deck for the landing, which she politely accepted. Her benign smile concealed her amusement at his obvious and instant infatuation. In fact, like the well dressed young businessman seated across the aisle, who clearly fancied himself and his chances; he was wasting his time. She was not much interested in men these days, except perhaps in what they could do for her; instead, much preferring the company of women.

Like, for example, the attractive air hostess 'Diana' who had been hovering around her the whole flight. Alexandra studied her surreptitiously as she passed, automatically assessing her as about 175cm and 63kg and in good shape. Most importantly, she intuited her deep desire. "Yes" she decided "She will do for a warm up snack before Cate." But she would force Diana to make the first move, to show her hand. This would stamp her authority over her and place Alexandra firmly in control of all that followed. To her, the pleasure of sex was enhanced exponentially by the psychological aspect and she believed in feeding her fetishes.

Still, she could help the girl along. The next time Diana came to refill her champagne glass, Alexandra fixed her with her 'come hither smile' and allowed herself to be engaged in conversation. This became increasingly risque as Alexandra's perfect formal English with a sexy Russian accent had poor Diana almost panting with desire. By the time the tall English air hostess stepped away she had handed Alexandra a card with her number and details of her hotel in Tokyo. It would be a true layover.

Having appraised Diana carefully, Alexandra was pleased with her latest conquest. And it would be a conquest. Alexandra licked her lips in anticipation of getting rough and dominant with Diana as a lead up to her catfight with Cate.

The thought made her wet. She had been told that Cate was very beautiful and a legend at the Tokyo club where she had been catfighting for a decade. Which meant she must be pushing 30, probably time to retire from this game. Cate must have had a lot more experience than her - Alexandra had only been catfighting for a year. But that didn't worry her, she knew from experience that her orgasms afterwards would be far more intense if she lost.

She always wondered whether that had something to do with her first catfight, where as a complete novice she had not only been beaten but totally dominated and humiliated to the point where the other girl had cum on her face and in her mouth. She was already strongly bisexual, if not close to being a lesbian, so eating pussy was nothing new or abhorrent to her. But she wasn't initially sexually attracted to her opponent and SHE hadn't CHOSEN her. She'd felt a confusing mix of emotions from anger and resentment to humiliation, submissiveness and...extreme arousal. She couldn't deny it. She felt like she'd tumbled through a secret door to another world like Narnia. Where the pleasure of sex was taken to another level by adding the secret ingredients of exquisite physical pain, domination and submission and...utter humiliation. In fact now, when she pleasured herself to this memory in the dark, she found lustful thoughts creeping in for the thick bodied. peasant faced opponent who had done this to her.

But that was a year ago. Her first catfight loss, actually her first few, liberated her from any fear of defeat and she went into each catfight with nothing to lose. She got better each time and soon had her first victory. It was a hard fought win and the exhilaration and dominance she felt as her cum squirted into her opponents mouth was an incredible high. She didn't completely understand why but it still wasn't as big a high as when she lost. It didn't bother her, she just accepted it and appreciated the fact that it insulated her from any pain of defeat as she relentlessly pursued the fetish that had consumed her. The goal was always to win and she fought hard every time, racking up an impressive string of victories and steadily climbing the club rankings.

She had jumped at the club's offer of a year's secondment to the Tokyo club in exchange for their top catfighter Keiko. Despite her successes she certainly wasn't the top girl at her club. Her blonde looks and slender frame, which was more comparable with the smaller Japanese girls than most of the better Russian girls, were certainly advantages but the clincher was her fluency in English. [She actually had considerable ability as a linguist and was confident she would master Japanese in the year away.] The Moscow club manager was not even aware of all the travel experience she had gained while working as a model but was certainly pleased to learn that she already had a current passport. This would ensure that Alexandra could leave earlier for a match with Cate before her visa expired, as the Tokyo club had requested. The only alternative, had she not already had a passport, would have been to pay a substantial bribe to get one through in time.

Alexandra settled back in her large comfortable seat. Thinking about the match with Cate was making her unbearably wet. She'd never fought an English girl before. She might have less experience than her but the Moscow club was a hard school. No, it was brutal. She knew she would give a good account of herself. A grim smile passed over her face as she thought she might just surprise Cate! What a match it would be! She knew from experience that the crowd and the noise would all fade into the background and the world would contract to just her and Cate grappling on the mats, just two girls gloriously struggling for supremacy. And Alexandra felt that the reverse of the old Russian saying "From love to hate is just one step." was also true - she had a strong feeling, an instinct, that from hate to love would be just one step after her catfight with Cate.

The situation with her pussy was becoming unbearable! She got up and went forward. The flight was quiet, most people were sleeping. Diana was alone at the attendants station. Alexandra nodded to one of the toilet cubicles and Diana followed her in, closing the door behind her. Alexandra turned to face her, hitching up her fashionable dress. She did not have time for kissing. "Get on your knees." she ordered.

Diana meekly complied and removed Alexandra's soaked panties. Alexandra pulled Diana's face into her pussy. Diana was good! She ate her out ravenously until Alexandra squirted her relief into her mouth. And she knew to keep going!  More orgasms tore through Alexandra in quick succession. "That's enough." she said through gritted teeth when she didn't think she could stay silent through any more, though it was such a turn on not being able to make any noise.

"Could you do me?" Diana asked plaintively. What could she say but "OK" ? Fuck, that girl tasted great and came in a tidal wave! And more than once! Eventually she stood up and they both composed themselves.

"Could you wait a minute before you follow me out?" whispered Diana and she nodded. Alexandra understood straight away that this would make it much harder for anyone who happened to see them to pick up that they had been in the same cubicle. She waited 5 minutes to be sure, straightening herself out in the process. She brushed a disheveled looking Diana on the lips as she passed whispering "You'd better go back in and fix yourself up my love." and returned to her seat. Five minutes later Diana brought her an ice cold glass of champagne, which was exactly what she felt like! The Japanese trip was off to a flying start! She'd already deflowered one English rose and was about to do another!

[tommyfighter]

Great buildup.

[de Vire]

Cate lay on the futon in her tiny attic room, pleasuring herself while reliving her first catfight.

It had been a humiliating defeat at the hands of Tanya, one of the hard girls at her school. It had been reckless to take her on but she couldn't help herself: while out running a few weeks earlier she had come across two girls having an intense naked catfight in a remote wooded corner of the park. She had never been so turned on in her life and, slipping her fingers inside her running shorts, she had pleasured herself as she watched from behind a tree. The misery and humiliation of the loser under the dominance of the winner facesitting her brought Cate to a tumultuous climax. She didn't know either of the girls involved - they seemed a little older than her own 18 years and she slipped away unseen so as not to disturb their privacy.

But she couldn't get the memory and the images out of her mind. She started reading catfight stories on the web. She was desperate to catfight herself. She kept her dark secret to herself, not even telling her first and only boyfriend Peter to whom she had given her virginity. She wrestled all the time with Peter while having sex and he complemented her on her strength and quick reflexes. She tended to dominate her girlfriends in slumber party wrestling matches, except Greta who was bigger and stronger than her and sporty Sally who was about even. Cate regularly swam a mile at a blistering pace. She rode her horse and chopped firewood at her family's farm. She was in good shape and confident she could hold her own in a catfight.

But who to choose as her opponent? Her thoughts lingered on her best friend Sally, who was the first girl she had "experimented with". She was Cate's size and they had wrestled several times during threesomes with Peter. But...how do you say to your best friend "Do you want to fight?" Would she think Cate was weird? And...Cate knew she was already playing with fire having threesomes with her best friend. They'd all been drunk the first time. Get her drunk and get her into a fight? Get rough during a wrestle and let it escalate? That was the plan she was working up the nerve to carry out when it happened.

Tanya got into her face at the school swimming carnival after Cate beat her in a heat. Accusing her of "bunging on" her posh accent. Tanya had a great body, stocky at 1.65m and 63kg, which looked sensational in her black one piece swimming costume [Cate looked pretty hot in her pale blue one piece too!].

Tanya finally got right up close to her and said quietly "You think you're pretty special but I'll bet you don't have the guts to meet me after school?" Cate had responded coolly "Where and when?" Tanya had grinned "Just you and me?" [Cate didn't know then that Tanya was under threat of expulsion for fighting and couldn't risk a public fight.] Cate swallowed hard and listened to the voice in her head "No, I'd want my boyfriend there."   

Peter tried hard to talk her out of it, pleaded with her, threatened not to go with her but she called his bluff on that one. Tanya's boyfriend was a sulky brute called Michael that Cate didn't like the look of at all. Peter negotiated rules with Tanya while Cate and the brute looked on. It helped that Tanya didn't want any visible damage for the same reason she couldn't afford a public fight. At one point Peter threatened they would walk away but Tanya just smiled and gave way on all his points.

They removed their school dresses, as they would just get torn anyway, and stripped to the one piece swimming costumes they still wore and which Peter hoped would provide some protection for Cate. He held her trembling body and kissed her. "You can still back out" he said "I don't want you to do this OK?". She kissed him again and groaned "No, I want this." He looked her in the eyes and sighed "Just remember, if it doesn't go your way, give in straight away before she really hurts you. I'll make sure it stops. I really admire you for doing this. Good luck! I love you."

They say no plan survives first contact with the enemy and all Cate's theories and strategies from reading about catfights went out the window when Tanya cracked her across the face with a mighty stap that turned her head and she reeled away. Tanya was on her raining punches to her body before grabbing her hair and painfully rag dolling her all over the place. Cate punched her breast from underneath which seemed to infuriate Tanya who threw her to the ground and mounted her, ripping her swimming costume open and clawing her perfect 36C breasts. Cate sobbed but ripped Tanya's swimming costume with all her strength and clawed her 38B breasts in return. Tanya grinned through the pain as she crushed Cate's breasts harder "Pathetic Blondie,  is that all you've got?"

Cate realised she should be doing something to throw Tanya off her but she was firmly astride her and Cate's best efforts did nothing to disturb her except provoke Tanya into raking her claws down Cate's breasts. The shock of this caused Cate to lose her grip on Tanya's breasts. Tanya leaned back and slid her hand under what was left of Cate's one piece, clawing her pussy.

Cate screamed the agreed word "Surrender" and Peter was on his feet "That's it. Get off her." he said in a commanding voice. Michael had risen too and went to grab Peter. Peter had anticipated this as he had gone over this scenario again and again in his mind while sitting on the park bench watching the girls catfight. He pivoted and drove his left fist into Michael's throat but checked himself from using full force because this was a move that his father had taught him, to be used only in case of dire emergency. Michael dropped noiselessly to the ground with his hands reaching to his throat. Peter turned back to the girls on the ground and took two steps towards them...then stopped.

Tanya was sitting on Cate's face but also had her fingers in Cate's pussy and it was very clear from Cate's responses that she was immensely enjoying the experience. He sat the fuck back down! He glanced at Michael now sitting on the ground. He was clearly uncomfortable but OK.

The girls came spectacularly together and Tanya rolled off Cate. They both lay on the grass recovering. Eventually Tanya got up and rubbed her foot over Cate's face before sliding it down to rest on her stomach as she raised her arms in a victory pose and stared boldly at Peter. Who stared back. He couldn't help the pure desire he felt for Tanya after she had conquered Cate but he knew he couldn't act on it.

Tanya stripped the remnants of Cate's one piece from her saying "Another one for the trophy drawer." and tossed the remains of her own costume on the grass next to Cate saying "That was fun Blondie. We should do it again some time. Here's something to remember me by."

Tanya came over to the bench and put her dress on, then her shoes and socks. Peter felt the heat and sex radiating from her body as she sat next to him. She nodded to Michael now struggling to get up "Impressive, Peter. Let me know if you ever want to upgrade."

"He king hit me when I wasn't ready." Michael croaked "Next time..."

Peter laughed "Any time, bozo." as Tanya helped Michael to his feet and they slowly walked away.

Peter went to Cate and held her without speaking. 

Eventually she smiled at him and said "It's OK my love." she swallowed "I actually really enjoyed that, all of it."

She watched him steadily as he slowly exhaled "Then I guess it's just as well that I have a secret catfight fetish. I didn't have a problem with you catfighting babe, it's just I would have liked you to be better prepared and you could have picked an easier opponent for your first match. Maybe you'll let me help you next time."

They made love in the park until way after dark when he helped her home and she sneaked into her bedroom unseen.

Peter was a bastard however. When Cate spent her gap year after school on her first trip to Japan and they agreed that they were free to see other people, Cate didn't mean that he should spend the whole year fucking Tanya.

But he redeemed himself by bringing Tanya to Cate when she returned. After a year of catfighting at the club it was Cate sitting on Tanya's face after the rematch.

Japan had certainly been good to Cate. She stirred. It was time to go downstairs to act as interpreter for the Mama-San welcoming Alexandra to the Club. She spoke good English apparently. A linguist like herself! Cate ached for her first glimpse of her soon to be opponent on the mats.

When the driver appeared even fluent Cate had trouble following the rapid fire native Japanese fury of the Mama-San. Alexandra had got the driver to take her to a hotel and told him to pick her up the next day at 10am! Cate had to suppress her smile given the Mama-San's fury but oh, this girl had some chutzpah!

[de Vire]

Diana opened the door in her hotel robe and smiled. Alexandra followed her in and let the door close behind her. They kissed as they walked and Alexandra deftly threw Diana on the bed and then straddled her "I hope you like rough sex." she said. Actually, it didn't matter whether Diana liked it or not, it was what she was getting but it was always polite to ask.

Diana stared up at her and for the first time Alexandra noticed how beautiful her translucent green eyes were against her golden tanned skin "Actually, between trips I work in a Dungeon in Soho as a Mistress. I can go Dominatrix or Submissive but I prefer Submissive and I can take anything you want to dish out." she said.

"Perfect!" said Alexandra as she slapped her.

After a torrid session they lay completely sated in each others arms. Alexandra sighed "That was perfect Darling, just what I needed."

"Me too!" sighed Diana.

"Normally I'd want you to give me some back but I'm here for a catfight so my body can't be marked." said Alexandra.

"That's OK, I understand. I love a good catfight myself. We do them at the Dungeon." said Diana "Who is your opponent?"

"Oh, an English girl like yourself." said Alexandra.

Diana stiffened "Fuck! It's not Cate is it?"

Alexandra smiled "That's the name I've been given but..."

"I know her!" She catfights at the Dungeon in London. Fuck, she's beaten me twice. I'd heard she was in Japan."

"Well then it's probably her." smiled Alexandra "Tell me about her, tell me everything you know about her."

When Diana had finished Alexandra licked her lips and said "I could get you a ticket to watch if you like. Are you sure you have to go tomorrow Darling?"

"Yes. Well I could go sick but I've done that too often recently and they're a bit pissed off with me, so I'd better not." said Diana smiling sheepishly.

" 'Pissed off' means angry yes?" smiled Alexandra and Diana nodded "Well then, the next time we meet I hope you are pissed off with me."

"In London?" queried Diana with a raised eyebrow.

"Or Moscow." smiled Alexandra "Or even Tokyo" she added "I'm here for a year."

[de Vire]

Cate admired Alexandra's proud bearing even as she drank in her elegant figure and profound beauty as she  was ushered into the Mama-Sans office by the hapless chauffeur, who beat a hasty retreat. "Hello Alexandra and welcome to Tokyo." smiled Cate as they shook hands.

"You must be Cate" said Alexandra, liking what she saw in front of her.

The Mama-San started a staccato rant in Japanese, which Cate translated as "The Mama-San welcomes you to Tokyo and is pleased to have you under her roof but regrets that you couldn't be her guest last night."

Alexandra smiled at her faintly "I think perhaps she was a little more er..."

"Emphatic" supplied Cate smiling back at her.

"Precisely, thank you...more 'emphatic' than that."

Cate turned and spoke rapidly to the Mama-San who responded tersely, while looking sternly at Alexandra.

Cate then responded in what seemed a forceful manner directly to the Mama-San, who finally gave a reluctant nod.

Cate said to Alexandra "I'll take you up to your room now" and nodded and bowed her way out of the room. "The Mama-San just asked that I act as your guide if you wish to leave the club before our match." she said in a low voice.

Alexandra gripped Cate's bicep forcefully and pulled her around to face her in the hallway. Cate's ample chest heaved with excitement. Alexandra kissed her hard on the lips. "I didn't need a translator to know what was really going on in there. Thank you for what you did Cate." 

Cate kissed her back hard "My pleasure" she gasped "And you can lay hands on me anytime Alexandra."

Alexandra smirked and released her "Cate, I often make friends with the girls I catfight with, after our match I have a feeling that we will be friends but not before." she had to toy with Cate sexually, maintain ascendancy.

Cate showed Alexandra the small room next to her own where her bags had already been placed saying "This was Keiko's room." and then she showed her the central communal bathroom and kitchenette. There were a dozen small rooms that had been built into the attic space which were used by girls who fought at the club.

"You can always rent your own place but it's frightfully expensive in Tokyo." said Cate apologetically.

Despite herself and her determination to present a stern visage to her opponent Alexandra smiled "Perhaps we Russians do not look for peas under the mattress as  English Princesses do?"

"Oh touche Alexandra!" laughed Cate "That's rather good! Would you like me to make tea while you start unpacking Darling?" Cate hoped that Alexandra didn't understand that the failure of the Mama-San to offer tea had been a calculated insult, intended to convey her displeasure.

Alexandra had finished unpacking her few things when Cate returned with the tea and laid it on the futon between them where they sat cross legged.

"By the way, your friend from the Dungeon, Diana, sends her love." said Alexandra and then had to explain what had transpired.

"If I was you I wouldn't tell the Mama-San about any of that." said Cate when Alexandra had finished "Anyway" she pouted "I was so disappointed when you didn't turn up, I was so looking forward to meeting you."

"Why?" asked Alexandra with a glint in her eye.

"Because for me a catfight, win or lose, is the ultimate erotic experience - something I really only share with the other woman involved, not the spectators." said Cate.

"It is a sacrament between two women." said Alexandra staring into her eyes.

"Oh, beautifully put, that's exactly what it is." said Cate.

"Do you want to fuck me Cate? I mean, right now, not just after the fight?" asked Alexandra, conscious that she was starting to lose control of herself in the presence of this hot sexy woman.

"Oh desperately Darling." said Cate.

"But how can you do that when we will soon be tearing each other to pieces?" asked Alexandra feeling her breathing elevate.

"Don't be so fucking Russian about it, you don't have to compartmentalise everything. Catfighting is just the ultimate form of rough sex. Take it from me, there is nothing more beautiful than a catfight between lovers." said Cate staring into her eyes.

Alexandra processed this. She had found lovers while catfighting with them at the club in Moscow and she had fought them again while they were still lovers. She had been living with two of them, girls she regularly fought with at the club, before she came out here. With a shock she realised it was true, the quality of the experience was way elevated after they became lovers. How could it not be so? Catfighting to her was a sexual fetish. Many catfights dissolved in sex. She often came during her catfights. It was all about sex. Catfighting with a lover was just an extra layer of kink. Cate had changed her point of view...

Cate broke in on her thoughts "Anyway, that's my case. I'm going to make a porn movie in the showers, if necessary on my own. Join me if you dare, Alexandra." and left the room. Alexandra sat on her bed stunned as she listened to Cate kicking off her shoes and throwing off her clothes in the room next door, to emerge in a kimono tied tightly around her slim waist. Cate stalked towards the showers without a backward glance. Alexandra admired her perfect derriere and shapely bare legs. She rose and threw off her own clothes, putting on the kimono hanging on the back of her door, a present from Keiko. Then she walked to the showers feeling the arousal in every fibre of her body.

Had Cate won the first round? Had she broken her? Was her will stronger? "I don't give a fuck about any of that, I just want this." Alexandra thought as she stepped into the shower room and hung up her kimono.

The warm water cascaded down Cate's shapely 36C 26 36 body as Alexandra pressed her exquisite 34B 22 34 frame into her and their full lips met.

Alexandra had had many sexy sessions in showers in her life but never anything remotely like this. The way Cate soaped her down, used her luscious body, her hands and mouth. The taste of her pussy. Alexandra found herself responding to her in a way she never had before and was pleased to feel the effect she was having on Cate in return. Each considered the other the most beautiful woman they had ever been with. Alexandra was lying on top of Cate in a 69 with two showerheads raining down on them when the hot water from the boiler started to give out. 

They went back to their rooms and laid the two futons next to each other in Cate's room. Something Cate obviously did with Keiko Alexandra thought without jealousy - she was the one here with her now, that was all that mattered. That was all that would ever matter - what was here, in the moment. They lay down and began kissing. Cate said "Tomorrow night we fight like whores. But it's not for them Darling, it's for us!"

[sinclairfan]

"Catfighting is just the ultimate form of rough sex."

Classic.

[de Vire]

Alexandra woke up after mid day to find Cate lying on her side smiling at her from the adjacent futon greeting her with "Good morning lover." 

Alexandra yawned and stretched, putting her arms and long legs in the air, which Cate found unbearably sexy, before rolling on her side to face Cate "Oh that was definitely what I needed!" she said "There's nothing like the sleep you have after a great fucking session!"

Cate giggled and shuffled into her and after a lingering kiss they held each other. Cate and said "Darling, we need to talk." and there followed a lengthy discussion on their private agreed rules for their catfight. It turned out that their likes and dislikes were virtually identical.

"Now I'm sure you've been told about the match fees." Cate said and Alexandra nodded "But if we play this right, we can do a lot better."

Alexandra stiffened "Are you talking about fixing the fight for the bets?" she asked frostily.

"Oh good heavens no." Cate said hastily "That would actually be incredibly dangerous with the sort of people who will be betting. No, I'm talking about the tips, the bonuses the spectators pay us if they really like the fight we put on. They will be far more than the match fees and we get to keep all of them, for once the Mama-San doesn't take a cut, and they are split equally between the winner and the loser. Tonight's crowd is the elite, a lot will fly in on private jets and there will be Princes and oil Sheikhs among them. If they like what they see they will tip big."

"Go on." smiled Alexandra.

"What I have noticed is that the crowd seems to love the sexual humiliation of the loser even more than the catfight itself." Cate paused as Alexandra giggled and nodded "So I suggest we make the the most of that, I personally will have no problem worshipping your feet and your pussy for an hour" again Alexandra nodded and smiled "and we are on last after 6 preliminary bouts so we really can go that long if we want to, the question is what more can we do to spice it up that hasn't been done before? I thought there might be something you do in Moscow that we could use."

Alexandra frowned as she thought long and hard.

"Actually there is something. When girls catfight for the club championship the contest is always over 5 rounds, which are untimed with only 2 minutes between  them, so it is basically 5 separate catfights back to back. It is extremely brutal but also for grudge matches, it is only 3 rounds. I myself have never fought in these contests, one catfight at a time has been enough for me but perhaps we can do something like that, with humiliation after each round?" said Alexandra.

Cate ran her tongue over her lips "I've fought over 3 and 5 rounds and yes it is brutal but more than that, it's exhausting. We'd need time to recover between each round and we don't want to lose momentum but I like the way you're thinking Darling." she said thoughtfully.

"Who says we have to do it all at the end? Why can't we space it out over the night with the other bouts in between to cover our recovery time!" said Alexandra.

Cate kissed her "You're a genius Alexandra. We start with Round 1, then 3 support bouts, then Round 2, 3 support bouts and Round 3 to finish!"

"No, 5 rounds, with the others between. We fight to destruction Cate. Unless you are afraid?" Alexandra said flatly with a hard expression on her face that Cate hadn't seen before. "I want that with you, the question is, do you want that with me?"

Cate groaned "I want that with you." and Alexandra lunged and kissed her forcefully.

"So it's best of 5? If we get to 3 Nil we stop there? Might be a bit of an anti-climax to have the support bouts going on after we finish." Cate frowned.

"So we don't stop, we continue. It would be a chance for the loser to regain at least some honour, or be completely destroyed 5 and Nil." said Alexandra breathing hard and reaching for her.

"Oh" gasped Cate "You're really turning me on now but we can't fuck..." she said holding Alexandra off "...we have to save it all for tonight."

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This time there was tea with the Mama-San. She was not in a good mood but was much more felicitous towards her two stars than in their last encounter. One of her girls had broken her ankle - dancing in a night club last night, the fool! And as if sensing her difficulties, the rival club that had agreed to lend her two of their girls, for a handsome fee, had reneged at the last minute. So she was down to 5 bouts and she had promised 7. The main bout was by far the most important but her clientele were easily displeased.

The normally taciturn and inscrutable Mama-San actually smiled as Cate explained what they proposed. She could easily portray this as 9 bouts rather than 7. Even if they only lasted for 3 bouts, as she thought far more likely, that would still get to the promised 7. And to have the two beautiful Western girls tear each other to pieces over even 3 rounds was far more than had been promised. And best of all, her practised eye and instinct told her the two beauties in front of her were wet for it. Her spy told her they had fucked with complete abandon for hours last night. Always better that way. They had the fever. They would destroy each other. She licked her lips in anticipation.