THE GO-BETWEEN
CHAPTER 4 (WITH COMMENTARY)
UNDER THE LIGHTS OF THE STAR PAD
Ava and Harper arrived at Simone’s house on time and each with a sense of purpose. Their wishes will be fulfilled this evening. They ascended the stairs to The Star Pad and each took to their respective dressing room to prepare for the fight. Simone double checked everything in the room to make sure all was ready. Bottled water was available pre-fight if needed.
Simone commentary, simply her thoughts as the fight progressed: “This is when the tension is at its highest. Before the start. My job is to make things run smoothly so the women can concentrate on what they are about to do.”
Simone allows the fighters to use the bathroom one last time, and then calls the women to the mat. Now totally naked the fighters advance to the mat and begin their stretching. They are careful to stay outside of the circle as they stretch.
Simone: “I have had several women here over the years that are as pretty as these women, but never two at once. They are both quite spectacular in the looks department. Reminds me of me when I was their age.”
After a few minutes of stretching Simone reminds them of the agreed upon rules and then says, “OK ladies when you are ready, step into the circle and begin. Good luck to each of you.” It would be the last thing that Simone would say until the fight was over.
Simone: “I’m usually really good a predicting the winner by simply looking at them nude. Not every time, but most times. This time I have absolutely no idea who the winner will be.”
Although it is not needed each woman takes a brief pause to let their hair loose and then refix their pony tails. Simultaneously they step into the circle and raise their fists. “Come and get your beating bitch,” says Ava.
“Shut up and fight, whore.” They advance and meet in the middle with fists flying. Mostly ineffective punches, but some land. Ava does score with a direct blow to Harper’s face which leads her to retreat a step, but she then steps forward and catches Ava with a direct blow to her left tit. The brunette lets out a squeal and now she is the one to take a step back. She comes right back and in close quarters the women clinch for the first time.
In close to one another they each reach for their rival’s pony tail and pull down. The fighter’s head are bent back and they can only see the fairy lights above them. So the fighting is now by braille. They use their remaining free hand to search for soft tissue. Ava finds a tit and digs at it while Harper searches for a pussy but cannot find it. She resorts to a fist and batters Ava’s flank with free punches.
Simone: “Those punches to the side will have an effect. Ava is going to have to give up her tit attack.”
And as Simone predicted, Ava releases her tit grab and pushes the blonde away. They circle again while trying to inspect the damage done to them. Harper attacks and lands a solid punch to Ava’s cheek and then they are in close tangling again. Ava flips Harper off her hip and the 2 crash to the mat with the brunette in control. It will be quite some time before they are on their feet again.
Ava has the blonde in a fierce head lock. Harper with Ava’s ample tit almost covering her mouth grabs her foe’s pony tail and pulls back hard trying to release the pressure as the 2 fighters scoot around together in a circle on the mat. Harper squirms free of the headlock and quickly scrambles so that now she is the woman mostly on top. Ava scissors one of Harper’s legs. Harper pulls at Ava’s hair. Ava squirms below. Their tits are pushed together as if they are in a separate fight of their own.
Their sweat mixes together.
With great effort Ava rolls, and holding her scissor on Harper’s leg she keeps one hand in the blonde’s hair and uses the other to grab and squeeze her rival’s tit. The tit flesh oozes from between Ava’s fingers. Harper screams and starts pounding ineffectually on the back with both fists. She abandons that tactic and grabs what is left of Ava’s ponytail and pulls backwards as hard as she can. Ava’s face, etched with pain, eyes almost closed, rises to a high point, but she refuses to release Harper’s tit.
Now, with the pain almost unbearable, Harper releases Ava’s hair, and as the brunette’s face comes crashing back down onto the blonde’s chest, she twists and rolls breaking the tit hold and allowing her to scramble to lock in a scissor hold around Ava’s neck.
Simone: “I thought that might be the end for blondie.”
But Ava does the same and now they are in a double head scissors, each digging between the bodies with their hands trying to fins the other’s pussy. Harper finds “pay dirt” first and claws at the tender flesh. The brunette feels the searing pain, releases her scissors and manages to wriggle free of Harper and rolls away. The women stand and face one another.
Simone: “What an awesome sight. These two women are giving it everything. Their tits are hanging low, almost like they have been deflated! What women!”
What the 3 women had no clue about was that the fight would be over in a short period of time. The fighters came together and Harper did something so simple, so elementary and yet in the end, so decisive. She but her leg behind Ava, pushed forward and tripped her. The woman came crashing to the floor. Ava flat on her back, and all of the blondes weight falling directly on top of her. Ava had the wind knocked out of her. All she could do was struggle to breathe.
You would expect Harper to simply mount Ava and get her in a school girl pin. But Harper, realizing her advantage, did something different. As if she had watched an instructional you tube video on catfighting. But she hadn’t. It was all instinctive. With Ava flat on her back, Harper rolled off to the brunette’s side, and clamped a scissor hold across the rival’s thighs. She had Ava’s right arm useless and trapped under her. Harper deftly snaked her left arm under Ava’s neck and grabbed the brunette’s right wrist. Now Ava was on her back and completely incapacitated. And Harper had her right arm completely free to inflict damage on her enemy.
Simone: “This is a death position. It will be over shortly.”
First the slaps to the face. Many slaps. Ava began to cry. “Don’t like it bitch?”
Then to work on the tits. Back and forth. Right tit, left tit, right tit. “How’s it feel, bitch?”
Then of course to the pussy. It took a bit of digging, but she hit the bullseye and tore away at the sensitive contours. “I love this, bitch. How bout you?”
Ava’s last gasp maneuver was to roll over and try to get away. But the blonde, still torturing, simply rolled with her. The final position of the fight was Ava flat on her face, with Harper lying on top of her with her arm snaked around front with her fingers deep inside her rival.
“Stop. I give,” moaned Ava.
“What did you say Ava? I don’t think Simone heard you. A little louder, please.”
Simone, now up out of her chair told Harper, “I heard her just fine. The fight is over Harper. You’ve won. It’s over.
Harper rose from the mat, set dripping off her sweaty body onto her arch-rival on the stretched out on the mat. “I beat you bitch. Fair and square. I beat you!” She then let out a scream of victory and rushed out of the fighting circle. Simone had left her chair and was coming to aid Ava. The blonde intercepted Simone half way and surprised her with a full embrace.
“I beat her Simone. Did you see that? I kicked her ass.! Did you see?”
“I did Harper. You were fantastic. Now go to your dressing room and collect yourself and get dressed. You should be a very proud woman today.”
Simone had buzzed Gwen downstairs, indicating that the fight was over and she should come up to help with Ava. Ava was still face down on the mat sobbing. Simone and Gwen kneeled down besides her, checking her condition. “Any blood?” Gwen asked Simone.
“I don’t think so, unless it’s her pussy. The blonde did a number on it. Let’s roll her over a bit and see.”
Harper was supposed to be in her dressing room, but instead stayed to watch the scene on the mat. Not out of concern for Ava, but more to relish the brunette’s pain and savor her victory.
Simone and Gwen had rolled the disconsolate loser on her back. Ava covered her face with her hands to try to keep everyone from seeing her cry. Simone whispered to Ava, “You did well my dear. You were brave. You fought hard. There is no disgrace in how you lost.”
“I tried Simone, I really tried. But she just hurt me too much.”
Gwen said, “There’s a bit of blood between her legs Simone, but nothing that we haven’t seen before.”
“OK then, let’s get her up and down to the recovery room.” Simone and Gwen, on either side of the loser, with her arms over their shoulders, gingerly helped her to the elevator.
Harper now on the far side of the room close to her dressing room could not resist one last shot at her rival. “Yeah, enjoy the elevator ride, bitch. I beat you. Always remember that. I beat you, bitch. And I'm the one with the better tits."
A thin trail of blood mixed in with sweat and flowed down Ava’s leg. The 3 women took the elevator down one flight and Simone and Gwen deposited Ava in one of the recovery rooms, and tended to her. They soon left her to give her some privacy and to take some time to rest and gather herself again. Even after they closed the door they could still her the sobs from Ava inside.
The blonde victor passed Simone as she came down the stairs.
“You did well Harper. Congratulations.”
“Thanks Simone. And thanks for having this. I feel great! Tell the bitch that if she wants to come back and do it again I’ll be more than happy to.”
“I will Harper. Be certain of that.”
After about an hour, the women poured Ava into the back of an Uber for the drive back to the City. She’d be OK in a couple of days. Simone went up to The Star Pad to clean up. There was just a bit of blood on the “May The Better Woman “ insignia on the mat. But Simone took care to mop the entire mat. She shut off the fairy lights and went downstairs to have a nite-cap with Gwen.
As they clinked glassed Gwen said, “Well I thought that went very well, don’t you?”
And the Go-Between replied, “Yes, very well.”
