WIFE vs EXOTIC DANCER 3: GRACE vs CHARLOTTE
THE FINAL FIGHT
Mousy young wife Grace had a problem. Skinny and pale with almost no breasts, flat hips, and wide, thick glasses she could barely see without, Grace wasn’t what most men thought of as sexy. Her husband, Brian, began coming home very late some nights. Grace followed him to a strip club and was devastated to learn he was practically obsessed with a busty, petite dancer named Charlotte. Grace believed she had to win him back by proving she was a better woman than her husband’s strawberry blond obsession. She saw her chance when she learned the club sometimes had the dancers oil wrestle. Knowing her husband would be there, Grace showed up and challenged Charlotte to wrestle her in front of her husband. Unfortunately for Grace, the busty dancer hopelessly outclassed her physically. Charlotte not only beat but also humiliated the little wife. Grace couldn’t let it go. She secretly trained for a rematch. She tricked Charlotte into believing she only wanted a rematch to turn on her husband and that she didn’t care who won. She told Charlotte that her husband would probably prefer seeing her win again and that she didn’t care, as long as it turned him on. She also promised to pay Charlotte for her trouble. Charlotte agreed, believing it would be a simple show. Actually, Grace was on a mission to destroy the dancer. Despite being caught completely off guard, Charlotte held her on, but in the end Grace won the rematch.
Grace felt that she had proven herself to her husband. She forbade him from ever going to the club again. She considered the matter ended. Charlotte had other ideas. Charlotte had lost her best customer. Grace had tricked her and hadn’t given her a fair fight. Worse, the mousy wife had beaten her in front of her paying customers. Charlotte wanted revenge. She knew exactly how to get Grace back into the ring.
Charlotte sent Brian messages, telling him how his wife had only beaten
her by tricking her, basically cheating. Brian was stunned. Though Grace had barred him from the club, Charlotte kept in touch with her best customer by sending him sexy, revealing pictures of herself and suggesting that his wife was a coward too afraid to have a deciding third match. Brian began to believe her.
One night while they were in bed, the young couple got into a minor argument. It was only a little tiff, but in his anger Brian let something slip out. “I know what you did! You didn’t beat Charlotte, you tricked her! If you’re not woman enough to beat her in a fair fight, you shouldn’t have wrestled her!” Grace was devastated. “I wrestled her for YOU! It WAS a fair fight! How did you find out?” Fire blazed in her eyes. “You better not be talking to that witch!” Brian lied. “Uh, some of my friends go to the club. She told them, and they told me.” Grace’s bottom lip stuck out, pouting. “I beat her! I won!” She spent the rest of the night sulking, but Brian was just relieved that she bought his story. He was sure he could keep the pictures Charlotte was sending him secret. He was wrong.
Grace snooped and found Charlotte’s provocative pictures on his phone. Heartbroken, Grace went back and forth between screaming at him in a squeaky voice and bawling hysterically. Blinded by tears and rage, she shouted, “You want her? Go to your precious Charlotte! Get out and don’t come back!” She stormed to the bathroom and locked the door. Brian had obeyed Grace. He had stayed away from the club. He didn’t contact Charlotte, she contacted him. He saw no reason to apologize. He stormed out and drove away.
Almost immediately, Grace regretted her actions. She went after him in her car, but he was gone. She spent the afternoon and early evening searching everywhere she could think of, but Brian had vanished. She returned to her empty home. Sulking turned to anger. She knew where he was. She had practically sent him there. Out of pain, spite, or desire, he had gone back to the club. She was sure of it. Driven half mad by jealousy and her hate for the strawberry blond, Grace leapt into her car and sped to the club.
When she arrived, she saw Brian sitting in the front row, waiting to watch Charlotte take on an adorable Black girl in a red bikini in an oil wrestling match.
Overcome by hate, Grace strode through the crowd and straight for Charlotte.
Grace entered the ring. The jealous wife shoved the dancer down. Grace shouted, “I’ve had all I’ll take from you! Let’s do it! I want a fight to the finish, winner takes all!” The crowd went wild. The very pretty Black girl’s eyes were wide, unsure of what to do. She saw the manager behind a curtain, motioning to her to get out of the ring. He knew a goldmine when he saw one. Other than the dancers, no one had seen him there. If the jealous wife and one of his dancers wanted to have an all-out fight, he’d happily let them do it . . . in front of his paying customers. He knew they would return night after night, hoping to see more. No matter how wild it got, he could always claim he didn’t know about it, and his employees would back him.
As Charlotte’s scheduled opponent went to the back, Grace shouted, “Get up and fight or let everyone here, including Brian, know you’re afraid of me!”
Charlotte rose. “Afraid of YOU? Don’t make me laugh! I’ve been waiting for you! It took you long enough! I knew YOU were too scared of ME to step back into the oil and decide it! I sent your husband those pictures knowing it would lure you here! I’M the one who wants a brawl for it all, here and now!” She shoved Grace down to laughter from the crowd. Grace looked down at her now oil-covered skirt and blouse then looked up at Charlotte, seething. Charlotte shouted, “Now everyone, especially your husband, is going to see who the better woman really is!”
Grace leapt up, kicking off her shoes and going barefoot for better traction in the oil. Sneering, Charlotte reached in and snatched the glasses off her nose, throwing them into the crowd. The outraged wife charged. A wild melee of slapping, shoving, and grabbing began. The crowd cheered them on. In the wild struggle, Charlotte tore Grace’s flimsy blouse completely off her body, to a roar from the crowd. Grace stepped back in shock; aware her top half was almost completely exposed. Charlotte tossed the ripped blouse into the crowd, to cheers. Enraged, Grace erupted on Charlotte. They exchanged a blur of slaps. Grace was winning until Charlotte kicked her trim belly, doubling her over. A tremendous slap to her face sent Grace spinning down with a splash of oil. Charlotte sat on Grace’s back, rubbing Grace’s face in the oil. Grace desperately tried to pull herself out from under the dancer. She crawled free, but Charlotte pulled off
Grace’s skirt in the process to an ovation. Charlotte came in on her knees, but Grace kicked her off and down.
The combatants rose. On one side was the jealous and determined wife, Grace, now wearing only her modest white bra and panties, standing 5’2” and weighing 93 lbs., pale, with short, dark-brown hair. Glaring at her was the busty, curvy dancer, Charlotte, wearing a pink bikini top that could barely hold in her fantastic breasts and a thong bikini bottom that was little more than dental floss between her firm, round hip. Her long, curly, strawberry blond hair dangled down her bare back. She had something to prove to her paying patrons, to Brian, and especially to Grace.
The bitter enemies exchanged slaps for closed fists. Rapidly losing, Grace reached in and clawed her fingers in Charlotte’s green eyes. Charlotte cried out and covered her face. Grace scowled, reached forward, seized one of Charlotte’s impressive breasts in each hand, and yanked them wide apart. Charlotte let out a high-pitched scream. She clutched her bosom and fell to her knees. She tried to crawl forward to the loose ropes around the oil pit. Teeth bared, the raging wife forced Charlotte’s throat down over the bottom rope, choking Charlotte directly in front of Brian. Charlotte’s tongue hung out, and she gagged. Charlotte reached up,
clutched Grace’s oil-slicked hair and used it to flip Grace screaming over her and out of the ring. The crowd cheered. Charlotte rose, holding her throat and gasping. Grace slipped and slid on the floor, but she spun, scrambled back over the sandbags around the oil pit, and went back after Charlotte.
Grace charged, going after Charlotte’s green eyes again, but teeth bared, Charlotte dug her fingers in Grace’s brown eyes. Both women’s screams were as shrill as whistles. It was a question of who could take more. Brian started to rise to stop it, but before he could act, Grace lost. She pulled away, cupped her palms over her eyes, and turned her back to her enemy. Eyes burning but filled with rage, Charlotte seized the short, dark hair plastered to Grace’s skull and flipped the little wife head over heels by her hair. Grace screamed madly. Grace sat up with Charlotte standing behind her. With a vicious, closed-lipped sneer, Charlotte seized Grace’s hair and dragged Grace on her hips by her hair. With Grace kicking
and screaming, Charlotte dragged her twice around the ring by the hair, as the crowd cheered and laughed.
Charlotte pulled Grace up to her feet and started pounding her. Desperate to stop it, Grace seized Charlotte’s wrist. They struggled until their palms pressed together, straining, trying to push each other back. Grace knew her skinny, pale legs couldn’t begin to compete with the dancer’s golden gams, so she did the only thing she could. She lunged, slamming her body into Charlotte’s body. Charlotte’s eyebrows rose with an ‘Oh, really?’ expression. Charlotte thrust her body forward into Grace’s body, flesh on flesh, knocking Grace back a few steps. With the crowd going wild, they began a kind of sumo wrestling match, slamming their mostly bare bodies together again and again. Body vs. body, it was no contest. Charlotte’s far superior body drove staggering Grace back farther and farther until a mighty body thrust by Charlotte knocked Grace completely out of the ring through the ropes, sending her down on her back at her husband’s feet! The crowd brought the house down!
Charlotte stood on the sandbags, looking down at the thin wife on the floor beneath her and laughing at her. Overcome by fury, Grace suddenly lunged, grabbed Charlotte by her ankles, and pulled the curvy dancer’s feet out from under her, sending Charlotte splashing down on her back in the oil. Still holding both of Charlotte’s feet, Grace put her own foot up on one of the steel poles that held up the ropes, kicked back, and pulled Charlotte’s forward so that the pole slammed Charlotte between her legs. Charlotte cried out. Grace then slammed one of Charlotte’s inner thighs and then the other against the unyielding pole. Charlotte still lie on her back in the oil pit, clearly hurt. Grace looked back at her husband. All she wanted was to destroy his curvy strawberry blond obsession in front of him. Grace bit Charlotte’s toes. Charlotte wailed, slapping her hands madly and splashing oil on the crowd. Grace pulled Charlotte out onto the floor and stomped on the downed dancer. Then Grace pulled Charlotte up by her hair and ran with her to slam Charlotte’s face to the steel pole. Suddenly, Charlotte threw the bottom of her foot up onto the pole, blocking Grace. Charlotte then slammed Grace’s face to the pole instead! The crowd erupted. Brian jolted. Grace reeled back on her heels, dazed and swaying. Gasping, Charlotte scooped Grace up, lifting the wobbly wife off her feet. Grace lie sideways in Charlotte’s arms,
horizontal to the floor. Charlotte ran forward with Grace in her arms and slammed Grace’s lower back into the steel pole! Grace screamed! Brian gasped. Charlotte dropped her. Grace lie in a heap at Charlotte’s feet, her face red and wracked with pain. Grace was hurt. Brian started to rise to stop the fight, but Charlotte put her hand on his chest and shook her head. “No. She wanted this fight. She came after me. I deserve a chance to prove who the better woman really is, once and for all!” Grace looked up in shock and disbelief, as her husband obeyed Charlotte and sat back down! Charlotte lifted Grace again and dumped her over the sandbags back into the oil pit.
Grace sat up, one hand raised begging off, the other behind her on the small of her back. Charlotte stomped Grace into the mat. She forced her to her feet and scooped her up again. Charlotte held Grace there, showing off to the crowd and to Brian before body slamming her down on the mat with a tremendous splash of oil. Charlotte could have gotten a dozen three counts, but there was no referee to make the count . . . or to stop the fight. It would end when the winner was done. Charlotte pulled Grace up to her knees. The strawberry blond bombshell dragged the skinny, flat chested brunette to the ropes in front of her husband and taunted, “It’s your turn! I could take it. Let’s see if YOU can!” Charlotte paid Grace back, forcing Grace’s throat down over the bottom rope, choking her. Grace’s half-open eyes fluttered, her arms dangled, her tongue out and flat, gagging, spitting, and drooling. Brian had been willing to let Charlotte win the fight, but now his wife was hurt and helpless. He tried to stop it, but the crowd held him back. He looked up at Charlotte and begged, “She can’t take it! You’re too much for her! Please, stop it!” Charlotte winked at him and let Grace go. She flung the now pitiful little wife down to her back in the oil.
With the crowd now chanting her name, Charlotte stood over Grace with one foot on Grace’s heaving belly, striking muscle poses for the crowd, shaking her breasts and wiggling her hips, and generally strutting her stuff. She owned the pasty little wife, and she knew it. Charlotte lifted Grace up across her shoulders and just held her there. Grace was limp over Charlotte’s shoulders, her arms dangling. Sobbing softly in despair, defeat, and shame, Grace looked up through half-open eyes at her husband. Helpless, her lips silently told him, “I’m sorry. I
tried. I can’t.” Charlotte gave Grace an airplane spin and slammed her down at her feet.
Charlotte stood triumphantly over the humbled wife, looked to the cheering crowd, and asked, “What should I do to her next?” Someone yelled, “Spank her!” She nodded. She rolled the bra-and-panties clad wife to her front and spanked Grace’s hips. Charlotte asked, “What now?” A guy shouted, “Show her how much more you’ve got than she has!” Charlotte rolled her over to her back. Grace looked up at her, begging, “No! Please!” Charlotte started twisting Grace’s tiny breasts. Grace’s shrill scream could have shattered glass. She cried out, “I give up! I give u-u-u-p!” Charlotte stopped, dusting off her hands dismissively. She said, “I’d do more, but she doesn’t even have enough for a handful.” The crowd roared with laughter. Charlotte asked, “And now?” In tears, Grace sobbed, “But . . . but . . . I gave u-u-u-u-p!” Someone yelled, “Put her in her place!” Charlotte laughed. “I know EXACTLY where her place is!” Charlotte sat on Grace’s face, wiggling her almost-bare hips on the mortified wife’s face. She stopped before the face smother knocked her out.
Charlotte stood and announced, “Now, I know what I want to do to her!”
Charlotte rolled Grace over to her front. Chin in the oil, Grace looked up in tears of shame at her husband. Charlotte stood with her back to Grace’s head. She lifted Grace’s legs and tucked Grace’s feet under her armpits. Then she wrapped her arms around Grace’s lower legs and lowered herself, pulling Grace’s legs and feet back down over Grace’s own back! The lower Charlotte went, the more it forced Grace’s already devastated back to have to try to bend the wrong way, backward. Grace screamed hysterically, “I give U-u-u-p! Merci-e-e-e! I give u-u-u-u-u-p!” Charlotte looked back down over her shoulder at Grace. “Now, admit that I’m totally, completely better than you are!” Looking up at the husband she had wanted to impress, Grace cried, “You’re the better woman! You’re better than
m-e-e-e-e-!” Charlotte demanded, “Now, tell it to your husband!” Bottom lip trembling, Grace couldn’t do it. Charlotte tortured her further. Broken, Grace looked up into her husband’s eyes and bawled, “She’s a better woman than m-e-e! She’s better than me in every w-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-y!”
Charlotte winked at Brian, and said, “One last thing. Make your husband promise to come here at least twice each week and pay me more than ever to perform for him. Promise he’ll give me YOUR money! Do it!” Charlotte bounced, adding even more pressure. Grace bawled, “Brian, do it! P-l-e-e-e-a-s-e! She’ll break me-e-e-e! Promise her anything! I’m at her mercy! Do whatever she
w-a-a-a-a-a-n-t-s!” He agreed. Charlotte dropped the thoroughly defeated wife. She stood over her with one foot on Grace’s rear end and struck a muscle pose for the crowd, to deafening cheers and whistles. Charlotte left Grace beaten, broken, humbled and humiliated at her feet.
EPILOG
In the end, everyone got something. Grace got to keep her husband. Despite all her obvious limitations, he loved her and wouldn’t leave her. Charlotte proved once and for all to her paying patrons that she was the better woman. She also got her best customer back. Grace feared Charlotte. She made sure Brian obeyed Charlotte’s command and went to the strip club several times each week. She gave him plenty of her own money to pay Charlotte to dance for him. She could bear it as long as he only looked and didn’t touch. And Brian? He got to keep his wife and still got to admire his favorite dancer’s far superior assets. He got the best of both worlds!
