[CharlyC]

***first and foremost I want to thank Evelyn for this rp adventure. Her writing and creativity feuls my need to outdo her post for post making every moment of our encounter feel epic to me.

She is my muse and she makes me cross boundaries I always set for my fights., she has been wonderful enough to let me turn this into a story….a story I couldn’t find the right category for because it’s a subset of 4 fights….a catfight,  that turns into a nhb…two sexfights and a fight to the death. I’ll probably add the url to let part 1 to cross over into part 2-4. For likes on the story not ideal, but for matching tastes I hope it works.

It’s a long tale and I’ll be trying to add regularly so bear with me….and finally, I hope you enjoy the ride***

Charlotte has been propositioned to fight a girl on a yacht off the coast of Belize. According to the instructions a helicopter was to bring her there. And if you ask why? Well a large sum of cash was dangled before her….and all she had to go on was a picture of a dirty blonde slut with smokey eyes, full lips and and expensive taste, judging by the jewellery and clothing she wore. Later she would learn her opponent went by the name of Evelyn.

The woman who approached Charlotte was in her twenties with dark black hair and a nicely tattooed body. She was pure seduction, with lips that were made for kissing and more, and a body that was close to perfection. She looked like someone that loved to display her 34G bust whenever it was possible, but on this occasion, she was clad in a sexy black business skirt, white blouse and partly visible black lace bra. She was formal to the extreme and didn't tell Charlotte how she came by her name but she was very proficient in describing the rules...catfight….no holds barred....lingerie....fight till submission...with the opportunity to use the loser as deemed fit. Seeing Evelyn's picture with her tanned skin, subtle cleavage and leather skirt she seemed accustomed to living the highlife and it made Charlotte wonder whether her opponent was in it for the money or just for the kick of it.....for Charlotte it's the money and the opportunity couldn't have come at a better time!

For Evelyn it was also the money, of course.  But there was more.  It was the visceral thrill.  It was the adrenaline.  Evelyn had competed before, multiple times and it had made her comfortably wealthy…and irretrievably hooked.  She had lost too.  But wouldn’t you know, it only made her crave it more.

The chopper touched down on the yacht, the helipad hot in the tropical sun.  Evelyn knew nothing about who she was matched up with. Honestly, she didn’t care. The organisers took pains to fix good matches and the Owner and his friends didn’t enjoy one-sides matches.  Their tastes ran on watching two girls compete on the edge…..

Charlotte arrived on a separate run on the helicopter and she was very impressed by the sheer opulence of the trip and the vessel she landed on. They ran a tight shift because, immediately after landing she was escorted to a room below deck. On the way she was able to sneak a peek at some of the guests. Not completely surprising because they too were keen to see keep an eye out on the helipad, interested as to what tonight’s entertainment would bring. Charlotte was instructed to shower and put on white lace panties and bra which they had laid out on the bed for her. To complement her outfit she was fitted with white lacquer high heels.

They checked up on Charlotte and she was surprised they even went so far as to walk in a make up artist, nail technician and hair dresser to prepare her for the fight…To her it felt more like a fashion show rather than a fight, but she followed the instructions and let them prepare her for what was to come. Looking at the mirror she knew she looked fabulous and chuckled at the thought that her make up and nail polish could be considered a modern day war paint. She felt butterflies in her stomach and the anticipation was making her giddy. When the time came, she followed one of the deck servants towards the "arena".

Left and right of the centre area there were rows of luxury sky leather seats occupied by the wealthiest of the wealthiest, men and women, dressed in cocktail and drinking champagne. They walk Charlotte to the other side of the room and told her to wait.

The feeling was indescribable for both. The tense moments before a fight. The whole scene was carefully presented as if it were a sexual fantasy.  Hearts accelerating.  Hands unconsciously curling.  Only one feeling is better, and that’s winning.

Evelyn demanded to appear second.  Whoever she is, let her wait she thought.  Let her anticipate the storm. The ship’s crew gave her the go and Evelyn put on her practiced strut, shoulders back, and she plunged into the opulent cabin.  The less-experienced of the crowd gasped at her entry; the more-experienced smiled with an erotic thrill.

Her eyes swept the cabin and picked a flash of red.  The other tigress in this billionaire cage.  Her complete and utter enemy.  Only one of them would walk away…..

Charlotte watched her sweep into the room...and Evelyn looked fabulous in her red lingerie set.... Her form was admirable, her grace, the way the bra accentuated her cleavage. Charlotte's eyes slowly ran down her opponent's body, eying her fit stomach, slender hips and long legs. Evelyn was drop dead gorgeous...but when she looked into her rival's eyes you could see a slight jolt as Charlotte suddenly realise just how serious this was. In Evelyn’s eyes there was nothing but hatred and something that resembled desire. Charlotte couldn't quite place the look but she also realised Evelyn was not just her opponent….she was her enemy. That she'd have to go into this match with the intent to kill if she was to survive....and suddenly the insane cash amount made sense. Because now, just like Evelyn, she new she wasn’t here for the money anymore. She was here to conquer and to do that she’d have to go through Evelyn.

Their eyes lock and I know it’s a cliché but it’s also instinct…. Evelyn licks her painted lips in anticipation.  Charlotte is lithe and beautiful… a little taller than Evelyn…. But they’re a well-made match on paper.

But the test is not of paper, is it?

Charlotte spreads her fingers wide, each nail displayed.  Her posture is upright yet that of a stalking cat.  Her body practically ripples as she takes the center of the cabin, the spectators fall silent. One woman already releasing her man’s straining cock, stroking him with diamond-covered fingers as her eyes glitter just as brightly at us…

With model stride Evelyn steps confidently to the centre. Charlotte’s breathing falters for a second and she clenches her jaws together, together with her fists, whitening her knuckles. Evelyn meets Charlotte’s gaze...and following her line of sight she realizes why Charlotte is momentarily distracted by the guests. Her eyes are open in surprise as she sees a lady slip out an eight inch cock...it's already hard and her hand is slowly stroking it as she whispers something in his ear.

Charlotte’s eyes dart to the other side and there she sees a woman hike up her foot on the edge of the couch, spreading her legs open wide as she slides her fingers over her silk panties. Charlotte ever so slightly shakes her head in disbelief realizing this kink goes far far further than just watching to women fight till the end.

Evelyn only smiles, having seen this before and feeling greattfull she’s been matches with an inexperienced woman. It dawns on Charlotte that Evelyn is waiting for her....so she closes the distance slowly.....there she stands before her, close enough to be inside Evelyn’s comfort zone but far enough to prevent a nasty head butt early in the match. Her eyes are on fire and adrenaline rushes through her body...anxiously waiting for the go to rip into her opponent and tear her apart.

"I'm going to end you, bitch!" Charlotre says with as much confidence as I can muster.

[Evelyn]

Mmmmmmm…. You delicious bitch….

[CharlyC]

Evelyn looks into Charlotte’s eyes and she licks her lips at the sight of the full kaleidoscope. Excitement.  Anticipation. Uncertainty. Fear.

And Bravado.  An amateurish threat from her.  Oh, this crowd will happily accept verbal warfare, but only after the speaker has established some bona fides.  Until then, it’s empty.  Evelyn’s only response is a slight smirk and a small movement deeper into the invisible intimate envelope they now share. 

It feels like forever before the signal to begin is given. Some of the audience members can even hear Charlotte’s knuckles crack as she once more squeezes her fists tightly. There is so much confidence in Evelyn’s eyes one could wonder what that is based on.

In short…it’s experience. The Billionaire’s club network is extensive, they comb the world for women like Evelyn and Charly.  Physical attractiveness is a must, of course, but they go much deeper. Evelyn’s first fight was at a nightclub. There was a mention in police records, but that only involved the other girl’s hospital visits. Her family was able to hush it up. This was the first of several “altercations”. 

They selected Charly, not because of her formal training but more because she’s had to fight for everything in her life. She’s worked her way through shitty jobs though school, college, uni, and even the firm she currently works at. She has literally had to fight tooth and nail from the playground to back alleys to nasty catfights after hours at the office. Evelyn’s not the first stuck up pretty face she’s had to fight and she’ll certainly not be the last

Both stand there very much conscious that one of these fights will eventually be their last. They know it in the cold reasoning of logical thought. But in the hot blood of conflict …. They feel unbelievably powerful. Alive. Not invulnerable to pain, nothing like that.  More like they embrace it and are poised to attack at the soonest possible moment.

The host finishes his lengthy introduction and at midword “Go”, Evelyn is able to take Charly by surprise despite her apprehension. Spitting Charly in the face she lands a well aimed glob of saliva in her eye. Charly stumbles back in shock and humiliation but might as well count her blessings because a fraction of a second later she feels Evelyn’s fist slice upwards through the air and ever so slightly grazing her chin. After a quick recovery Charly lashes out with a left haymaker a right slap to Evelyn’s jaw and cheek. Although Evelyn visibly and audibly takes Charly’s retaliation, her hair whipping dramatically, the impact is bearable due to Charly’s inexperience fighting on high heels.

The intensity of those first few seconds thrill the audience causing an instant buzz which feeds Evelyn, stokes her fire. There will be no circling, no slow dance between them, of that much Evelyn is certain.

Evelyn lunges forward into Charly, body to body.  Forcing her breasts to collide with breasts.

“Unghhh” Charly grunts upon impact. She reaches out to Evelyn’s face, to the back of her head and grabs a handful of her blonde hair. I

Evelyn’s belly slaps her enemy’s taut abs and her claws slash into her face, one above Charly’s right eye, one in her left cheekbone, raking her nails down Charly’s face.

“What’s wrong, farm girl?” Evelyn hisses into her opponent’s ear. “Too used to barefoot rassling?”

A second bodily surge causes Charly to stagger back, still unsteady on her stillettos. If it wasn’t for her firm grip on Evelyn’s scalp she would have toppled over.

Charly sends her clenched fist into the bridge of Evelyn’s nose just before Evelyn wraps one leg around her opponent’s leg and slices her heel downwards into Charly’s calf. Evelyn’s head snaps back from the strike to her face.  Their straining push-and-pull has them both fighting for leverage now, both near-staggering.  Evelyn’s eyes fill with tears from the blow;  One of the men watching moans…..and the women don’t need to look to know why.

Evelyn shakes her head violently to clear them as best she can while trying to jam the heel of her hand under Charly’s chin forcing her heel down further stabbing the heel of her shoe into Charly’s ankle.

The scratch hurts and in reaction Charly yanks down hard with full force, trying to bring the bitch out of balance by her hair. With Evelyn’s heel still stabbing at Charly’s ankle they fight to tip the other onto the ground.

Still standing Evelyn’s free hand rips at Charly’s bra. Is it what the audience wants?  Of course.  But it’s what she wants too. That’s why she’s considered one of the best they have. She strips her cup away and sink five knives into Charly’s breast.  Razor sharp and cruel.  Twists them, and twist her enemy’s mind with pain…..forcing her to cry out in agony.

The ladies are totally focused on each other and don’t hear or see anything in the ship’s lounge. The tension is palpable and has an effect on everyone. If there wasn't a hand on a cock or pussy yet, there is now....and everyone's eyes are glued to a magnificent start of what might become an epic voyage fight.