[sinclairfan]

Dramatis Personae
Paula--a 52-year old blonde widow, straight thick blonde hair to her shoulders which, comboned with her trim figure and 38c bust, makes her look more like 42 than 52.
Sabrina--a 48-year old brunette divorcee, with a similar figure to Paula's.  Sabrina is not used to mingling with women her own age with a bust which can compete with hers, and is wondering if Paula's are real or enhanced.  She's also jealous af of Paula's great hair.

The two women live in the same master planned community, and have been told by mutual friends they should get together and spend time together.  Sabrina especially has been wasting too much time on bad Tinder dates.

The 2 women had a nice steak dinner together, and are back at Paula's place for drinks.

P:  I'm really glad we did this, Sabrina.  This evening sure has beat another night of watching 2 hours of Jeopardy Masters.

S:  Yes, I agree, dear.  Thank you for pushing when I was reluctant at first.  I guess I didn't want to admit the L-word to myself.

P:  The L-word?  [Is she about the tell me she's a lesbian?  And make a pass at me?]

S:  [Realizes her mistake] Oh, no no no!!! Paula, not THAT l-word!!!!

P:  Oh.....which one then?

S:  LONELY!!!!  I didn't watch to admit to myself I've been lonely.  Since my divorce!  Moving here.  Meeting the neighbors.

P:  Oh?

S: Well....you know....the stingers.  You DO know stingers live in this neighborhood, right?  And not just a few.

P:  So I've heard.  They're like a secret society, tho.  They don't don't talk about it.

S:  Right, like some fucking Fight Club or something.

P:  Oh....there's a Fight Club here too?

S:  Ummmm.....not that I've heard.  Why?  Would, you, ummm.... join?

P: Well....don't tell anyone....but if I was 20-years younger?  Heck ya. I love to fight.

S: [Awkward silence]....well, would you join, like,  ...., a Masters Female Fight Club?....say, age 45-plus?  Or a 45 to 55 division?

P:  Now there's an idea.  There's no such thing, tho?  Right? Even here?

S:  Not that I know of.....unless....

P: Unless what?

S:  Unless you and I start one.  As the founders, we get to be first President and Vice President.

P:  Interesting.  How do we choose who is which?

S:  I think we both know the answer to that, Paula.  We fight for the job.

P:  I like the idea....but now....when should we do this?

S:  I vote for now....before we change our mind.

P:  Are tough calling me out?  Bitch?

S:  [Kicks off her heels and stands]  Damn straight.  Wench.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

Paula instinctively stands as well, about arms length from Sabrina, sliding off her own heels. 

Both women survey the room for coffee table corners and other fight hazards.  There are none.  Paula designed the layout of her house to make it inviting for her daughter and her daughter's infant to visit from up north over the holidays, so the room is baby-friendly.  And fall-friendly.  For the resident grandmother, Paula.

> Shit, Paula thinks to herself.  I'm a grandmother, and I'm about to have a girlfight?  Should I feel creepy?..... or elated?  I wonder if Sabrina is a grandmother.  Shit, I don't even know if she has kids.  She and I never get that far in our chat......How well DO I know this bitch?  How do I know this fight will stay sane?

> [Sabrina has a different interpretation of the wide-open floor plan.] Dang, it looks like this woman sets this part of her house aside specifically for fights.  She DID say she loves to fight....what woman ever admits to that.....EVEN WHEN IT'S TRUE.  Is she gonna wipe the floor with me?  How embarrassing.  My last fight was 2018....before the fucking pandemic.  Against my hubby's business client, who was totally putting the moves on him.  That was a different kind of fight tho.  That was for fucking blood.  Is that how Paula wants to fight.  We forgot to mention rules.  Even stingers discuss the rules first, before they swap off to fuck.  Should I discuss rules with Paula?  Or will that make me looked afraid?

The 2 women push each other in the chest.

> Fuck, Sabrina realizes.  Her tits are real.  Just like mine.

To be continued....

[sinclairfan]

As Paula and Sabrina continue to circle each other and push and jab and hand-check, they drift more towards the center of the large most-empty room, baiting each other with hissed insults and threats.

> Make your move, bitch.

> Fight me, slut.

> Are we gonna do this?  I don't have all night.

> Where ya gotta be, dumb ass?  Ain't got no man in your bed, right?  Right?!?  Answer me.

> Make me.

Sabrina is thinking of her 2018 confrontation with her ex-husband's mistress.  Sabrina found out the workout center where her rival would lift weights and do treadmill, and bought a day-pass.  She cornered the mistress in a side work-out room.  The intent wasn't to brawl in the facility--it was public, and the two women would be quickly separated, defeating the purpose of the fight.  No, Sabrina's purpose that day was to lay down the gauntlet to her rival....to make her aware the SABRINA was aware of the affair-in-the-making, and to give her rival a final chance to bow out gracefully.

But, as Sabrina had feared, the affair wasn't just about sex.  No, the mistress truly loved Sabrina's husband.  Enough to fight over him.  The mistress turned the tables on Sabrina, and suggested SABRINA be the one to bow out gracefully.  To hire a divorce attorney and to end things civilly and sensibly.

> Or what.

> Or we go to war, honey.  And I mean it.

> Who's WE?  Wouldn't a divorce be between me and my husband, sweetie?

> I'd be right in there by his side, sister.....Believe You Me....you and he will be going at it with lawyers....BUT you and I will go at it hand-to-hand.  If that's what ne needs from me.

> Oh, is that a fact, tramp?  Because if hand-to-hand is how you want it....[Sabrina gets into her rival's face, nose to nose)]....we don't need to wait for the divorce.

[Women from the gym start staring at the 2 bickering women thru the gym glass door.

> Are those 2 fighting?

> Maybe it's just some martial arts sparring.  Women practice in that room sometimes.

> They look mad at each other, tho.  Do they WORK here?  Is one the boss and the other an instructor?

> Is the instructor getting fired??

> Shut up, we don't even know if she's an instructor.  Jheesh.

Sabrina and her rival realize they need to conclude this confrontation.

> You and I are settling this.  IN PRIVATE.  AND SOON.

> Fine by me.  Text me.  Anytime you wanna go.

They push apart and separate.  Sabrina goes thru the gauntlet of women spectators to the spectacle.  Their eyes look at Sabrina questiongly, wanting an explanation of what they just witnessed.

> Back to your workout, bitches.  Nothing to see here.  Just some Girl Talk.

Later the next morning, Sabrina and her rival met in Sabrina's backyard.

More Girl Talk.

And Sabrina proceeded to beat the living shit out of her husband's mistress.

The mistress went away.

Sabrina divorced her husband anyways.

Then the pandemic came.  Sabrina moved to Florida.  For a fresh start.

To be contined.....

[Doc Holliday]

Absolutely love this so far. Can’t wait to read more!

[sinclairfan]

Paula, too, is thinking back on past fights.  But slightly different types of chickfights than Sabrina's epic showdown with her rival.

Paula is thinking back to high school, back when she was forced to learn to fight.

Forced by what, you ask?  Forced by her looks, her body.  The thick, straight blonde hair, the large 38c bust.  Those drew the eyes of the older boys, the one's graduated and with jobs, who knew how to fuck, how to eat pussy, how to get a girl off.

The types of boys a girl would fight for.  Worth fighting for.

Paula's looks would get her the attention of older boys like that.  And their jealous girlfriends, usually as pretty as Paula.  Sometimes even prettier.

Pretty girls, when they fought, wouldn't fight after school in a park, with 300 7th graders watching.

No, pretty girls like Paula fought in private.  In finished basements, in homes where the parents were away in Aruba.  And small audiences.  A select few.  Usually just the boys they were fighting over.

Many of these girls were 21, 22, 23 years old.  Older than Paula.  And more experienced in fighting than her.  So she needed to learn fast, or she'd get beaten up bad.  Learn to punch, to hairpull, to claw the face.

By her third fight, Paula was good at it.  And she loved it.  It turned her on.

She'd masturbate for hours after a fight.  Especially if she had marked up a really pretty girls.

Were Sabrina and her about to mark each other up here?  To scratch each others' faces?  To pull hair out?

Paula claws at Sabrina's thick hair. She pulls Sabrina's face down and knees it.  An old tactic to give a pretty girl a bloody nose.

Sabrina pushes forward and bull rushes Paula.  The two fall to the floor.

> You fucking bitch.

> I hate you cxnt.

Fight Club Masters' Division Fight #1 is underway.

Way better than Jeopardy Masters.

Sabrina's hair is in all 10 of Paula's fingernails.

And in her mouth.

How did it get there?

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

As Paula lay on her back and felt Sabrina's hands and fingers sink into her thick blonde hair, Paula realized the unexpected outbreak of a catfight on what was supposed to be a simple girls'-night-out had caused her to skip a fight preparation step from her schoolgirl days:  putting her hair up.

When Paula had her 1980s/1990s Georgia pretty girl fights, she had put her hair up to prevent the exact tactic she was experiencing now:  getting her hair pulled.  She hated that.  For many reasons.

> It hurt her scalp like hell to get her hair pulled by another woman.  She loved it while fucking; but not while chickfighting.

> She hated getting her head jerked in unpredictable directions.  Even while fucking.

> She hated spending the next three weeks of letting her hair grow back in where it had been torn out in a fight.

Putting her hair up....or in a ponytail....was no cure-all--it could still get pulled.  But fully-down hair was very vulnerable. 

In a fight.

Against a total bitch.

Like she was in now.

Against Sabrina.

> Fucking bitch. 

> I'll kill you.

To be continued....

[sinclairfan]

As Paula struggles on the ground with Sabrina, in a fight which has become much more catty than she expected, she thinks back to her early- and mid-20s in the Atlanta suburbs, when her love of fighting to get sex inverted into....a love a using sex to get in a damn good brawl.

She even remembered the exact girl.  Her name was Sophia.

Sophia started circulating in the Pretty Girl circle that Paula was in.  Sophia was the opposite of the other pretty girls....not a Georgia Peach Blonde, but rather dark-skinned, with raven hair which she frosted.  The grapevine chatter said that Sophia was from Miami.  Sophia was Catholic, not Southern Baptist like most Pretty Girls.  Sophia had a big mouth, unlike the demure Georgia girls Paula was used to.

Paula wanted to fight Sophia sssooo bbbadddd.  Paula would have 5-hour masturbation sessions,  fantasizing about a long vicious catfight between her and Sophia.

Paula would bump Sophia at parties, trying to start shit with her.  Sophia would bump her back.  Paula wondered if Sophia wanted to fight to.

Paula cornered Sophia at a party.

> I'm gonna fuck your boyfriend, bitch.

> Do it.  I'll cut your throat, white girl.

> You wanna go, Sophia??  You want a piece of me??

> Stay away from my boyfriend.

> Make me.

Challenge accepted. 

The next day, Paula went to where Sophia's boyfriend worked as a loading dock gopher.  She told him she wanted to suck his cock.

He let her.  He wanted to fuck Paula's face.  Paula wondered if he fucked Sophia's face every night.

It made Paula want to ride Sophia's face.  After beating her in a catfight.

The next party Paula and Sophia were at, Paula cornered Sophia again.

> U gonna slit my throat, bitch?

> Why?  What did you do?

> I gave your boyfriend a blow job.  At his workplace.

> You lie.

> He's uncircumcised.  About 6 inches.

> That proves nothing.

> He fucked my face.  He didn't want me to swallow.  He wanted to fuck my face.

> [Sophia's face drops.  She knows Paula is telling the truth.]  Care to step outside?

> Love to, bitch.

Paula and Sophia went out to the backyard outside the party house.

The tore into each other, claws clutching onto flesh--the face, the shoulders.  Then each others' tits, raking and tearing like wild animals.

After 15 minutes, Paula slid her panties off and mounted Paula's face, riding it like a rodeo horse.

Paula exploded in waves of orgasm.

It was the best fight she'd ever been in.

> Get off me, Paula.

> My pleasure.  Bitch.

Paula went home and masturbated the entire next day.

She knew she loved to fight.

To be continued.......

[sinclairfan]

While Paula was soaking in the enjoyable experience of being in a sizzling catfight, Sabrina's focus was more functional.

She wanted to win. 

She wanted to be President of the Female Fight Club--Masters' Division.

Women could apply to join, Sabrina was envisioning, by challenging an existing member to a fight.  If the newcomer could win, or salvage a draw, she was "in".

As President, Sabrina would get to assign who the first batch of newcomers needed to fight to make it thru the admissions gauntlet.

Sabrina had The Plan already worked out in her head.

If the applying woman seemed hard, she would designate her Vice President, Paula, as the assigned fight opponent.

If the woman seemed soft, Sabrina would "take her" for herself.

Ever since thrashing her husband's amorous business client back in 2018, Sabrina relished the idea of laying a punishing beating on an opponent.

The domination.  The fear in the other woman when she realized Sabrina was stronger.  And had the other woman had a disadvantage.

In her 2018 catfight over her husband, Sabrina's rival had begged for mercy.  "I give, Sabrina.  I give up.  You win."

But Sabrina hadn't stopped.  She kept fighting.  Continued the throw punches to her rival's face.

Sabrina had loved that feeling.  When she moved to Florida, she had hoped to get into another fight with a woman over a man.  To be able to have another woman under her, at Sabrina's mercy.

But for 5 years, her plans were frustrated.  She dated men who had women....but the couples she inserted herself into always turned out to be swingers. 

To Sabrina's frustration, the other woman always turned out to be ok with Sabrina fucking the man.

So Sabrina had changes strategies to starting a Female Fight Club.

Which she was doing right now.

By catfighting Paula.

She started punching Paula in the face.

Paula retaliated by ripping open Sabrina's blouse and mauling Sabrina's boobs.

> What the fuck, bitch?

> What the fuck yourself.  It's a fucking fight.

Sabrina tore Paula's top.

She saw Paula's erect boobs and got jealous.

She started mauling them.

Both women started screeching.

To be continued....

[sidekick]

Another classic story from one of the masters. Thanks and keep it coming sinclairfan.

[sinclairfan]

The two adversaries had very different experience levels, and thus skill levels, at breast mauling in a catfight.

Sabrina had not ever engaged in much breast mauling at all in her previous fights.  The brunette was extremely skilled with her fists, and favored striking her enemy in the nose, moth, and jaw to achieve victory.  She found breast mauling to be a distracting, and inefficient, use of her hands.  They were best applied clenched into a fist, wearing down her opponent, and then scoring a knockout blow in victory.  Or at least leaving visual evidence, in the form of bruises and shiners, for the whole world to see who the better woman was.

Paula, on the other hand, was a longtime connoisseur of the feminine martial art of breast mauling.  Growing up, Georgia Pretty Girl opponents would sometimes come to a pre-fight agreement to not attack each others' faces.  They didn't want to alert parents, teachers, bosses, that behind closed doors, Pretty Girls like them were fighting like cats and dogs (and less Pretty Girls).  So, in lieu of face strikes, their hands would be employed in clutching, twisting, and torturing each others' chests.  Paula learned quickly, out of necessity, how to secure surrender from an adversary or rival in such tests of will.

She feared when a catfight entered the breast mauling phase.

And yet....

She ssssooo craved it.  And loved it.  It turned her on, more than sexual foreplay.

And tonight, in 2025, she was engaged in a breast twisting duel in her own house with a worthy adversary.

Yep....sure beats another 2 hours of Jepardy Masters, she thinks.  I could do this every night for the rest of my life.

If I can get a Female Fight Club going, maybe I will.

> Fuck you, bitch.

To be continued....

[sinclairfan]

With each passing minute, Sabrina is more surprised at what a ferocious fighter Paula is.  Paula's outer demeanor at dinner was so mellow and laid-back.  And yet when go-time happens, the bitch becomes a ferocious hellcat.

Such a reversal, thinks Sabrina to herself, from the 2018 rival for her then-husband's affections.  That woman had directly threatened Sabrina with "hand-to-hand" combat, mistress versus wife.

And yet when Sabrina squared up with her 2018 rival in Sabrina's backyard, she could tell right away that the challenger was all-talk.  The cheating woman's right hand punches were in a bizarre backhand-type wing, as if the two were engaged in a soap opera-like slapfest.

Sabrina knew right away...or, 20 seconds in.....that she would win the 2018 battle.  The only question was how badly Sabrina would choose to hurt her enemy.

And she knew the answer:    .....bad....she'd hurt her real bad.

And proceeded to do so.

What about tonight with Paula.

How bad should Sabrina allow this catfight with Paula escalate?

Sabrina wanted to remain friends with Paula.  After all, they had a Female Fight Club they would need to run together.  That would be hard to do if there were hurt feelings after tonight's fight.

Maybe I should just give soon, thought Sabrina to herself.

Get a drink of water and wash up.  [Shit, I'm thirsty.]

Then.....

.....ask Paula where she learned to fight so well.

> Paula?  Honey?

> Ya give, bitch?  Cuz if not, just shut the fuck up.

> Paula....ur too good tonight.  I give.

> Call me Madame President.

> I give ..... Madame President......that was a good fight.

> It actually was. ..... Good fight.....Madame Vice President.

To be continued....

[sinclairfan]

In the immediate aftermath of their fight, both Paula and Sabrina revert to their prior fight history in order to have their adrenaline cool down to normal.

In Paula's 1990's North Georgia Pretty Girl fights, both the victor and the loser would seek a mirror .... or, lacking that, a friend.... to mend her wrecked hair.  And, then, always a frightening step....to inspect her face for damage .... any damage:  scratches, bruises, cuts, shiners.  Because, under no circumstances could "the outside world"--family, friends, frenemies, employers--discover that 2 Pretty Girls had met and settled their differences like hellcats.  THAT would be even mortifying than news spreading that one of the Pretty Girls had lost a fight.  Paula would heave a sigh of relief when her hair was fixable .... and her face was unmarked.  She could venture to work.... to school.... to the club...to the mall....to church....with everyone else unaware of the brawl Paula was just in.

I'm still Pretty.

THAT was almost as much of a rush as winning a fight.

ALMOST.  Because there was still one piece of finished business after winning a fight.  The masturbation session.  Sometimes short and explosive.  But usually long.  Hours long.  Paula exploring her own surprise sex drive after having tension build with another Pretty Girl.

And it culminating in an actual catfight.

Sabrina's history....and her reaction tonight ....was a little different.

With her, it wasn't always about how had just won the fight.  It was also time to assess HOW you had won.  Had you humiliated your enemy?  Or had you barely won, meaning she might want a rematch?  Was there a Round 2 building?

That was why Sabrina had beat up her husband's business client so thoroughly.  She needed her rival to be AFRAID OF Sabrina.

If you just barely won, you still had an enemy OUT THERE.

Sabrina had lost tonight to Paula.  But Sabrina had been on top most of the fight.

She had "just" under-estimated Paula.

She wouldn't make the same mistake next time.

Because there WOULD be a next time.

And that made Sabrina want to touch herself.

The two women lay next to each other on the floor.

They pull down each others' panties to the knees.

They feel each other wetness.

> You can touch me if you want. 

> I want to.

> Then do it.  Tell me how you like it.

> If it's you?  I like it any way.

> Me too.

They start to moan with arousal.

Sabrina feels her loneliness leaving her.

For the first time since her divorce.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

As Sabrina walked back to her house and lay restlessly in bed after her fight with Paula, she felt excited for the coming day and week for the first time since her 2018 divorce.

Her post-divorce dating life had been such a letdown.  Sabrina enjoyed the validation from men seeking to bed her and commenting favorably on her looks.

But we'll over 80% she had dated, both in Georgia and in Florida, were seeking validation FROM HER.  They were playing the role of the woman.  And Sabrina was playing the role of the man.  To lead.  To protect.

Which was a sexual turnoff to Sabrina.

But....even worse....

....her dating dynamics made Sabrina wonder....the fights I've been in....especially the one's I won....especially the one's where I beat up my rival:  do the men I'm dating sense that?  Do I give off some sort of aura?

In her early adult years, Sabrina had occasionally de-escalated friction with rivals who she was headed to a mental, then physical, catfight with, for exactly that reason.  She wanted to maintain a feminine aura....or, maybe better stated, to avoid a masculine aura.

She was a naturally skilled athlete, but had avoided middle school and high school sports, for exactly that reason. 

And now, in 2025, she was left with nothing to show for it but her regrets.....

......her divorce.....

....her regrets over not realizing her potential in tennis and basketball....

.....her regrets at not fighting women who had undercut her....

....women at jobs....rivals in relationships....

....women who deserved a punch in the face.

Tonight there were no regrets.  Paula was a great friend.  And fierce in a catfight.  Sabrina was dying to know where Paula learned to fight like that.

Maybe she's still up.  Maybe I'll text her.

> Hey, Paula.  U up?

> Yes.  Everything ok?

> Better than ok.  I was thinking about our fight.

> Me too, hun.

> Oh?  And?

> It made me horny.  I've cum like 3 times.

> I know what u mean.  It was a great fight.

> I agree.  Talk tomorrow?

> Yes.  Text me.

> OK.

For the first time in her life, Sabrina masturbates herself to climax over one of her own fights.

Where did Paula learn all that so young?

To be continued......

[sinclairfan]

Paula, always an early riser, woke up pre-dawn the next morning.  She could sense Sabrina's loneliness, as she could with most of the single women in her Florida community.  Paula hadn't felt lonely at any point in her life, with the possible exception of the month in November 2021 when her husband died during the omicron phase of the pandemic.

But that death in the family had brought Paula closer to her grown daughter Gianna's, and had accelerated Gianna's plans to settle down, get married, and give Paula a grandchild, which happened in 2024.

Paula found Gianna to be an antidote to loneliness.  Paula and Gianna were always texting and Face-timing with each other.

Paula and Gianna told each other everything.

But.....wondered Paula....should I tell Gianna about my evening with Sabrina.  Including the fight she and I had?

Paula decided she should.  After all....Gianna told Paula about Gianna's own fights the past 10 years.

Her middle school skirmishes and face-offs.

Her Snapchat fights in high school, which sometimes escalated to real life fights.

Gianna's sorority fights at Florida State.  Some against girls from other sororities....some with girls within her sorority.

And Gianna's fights against rivals as she explored adult dating.

Paula was proud at what a good fighter Gianna was.  That she stood up for herself.  Didn't put up with nonsense.

Now she had a story to tell Gianna.

Paula wondered if Gianna was up right now, as she frequently was with her toddler.

> Hi, hun.  U up?  I had an interested 'date' last night.

> Yes, up all night Mom.  That divorced lady Sabrina, right?  U and her hit it off?

> Oh, I'm sorry.  But yes....Sabrina and I hit it off....then hit each other!

> Oh?  As in an argument?  Over politics or something?

> No, no.  The good kind of fight.  Just to see who the better woman is.  And maybe to blow off steam. 

> Wow.  And, .....so ..... who's better?  Or should I say badder?

> I'm proud to say that I get Ms. Bad Ass bragging right!  For today at least.

> Oh?  She wants a Round 2?

> Even better.  She wants to start a neighborhood Fight Club.  Like the movie.  But just for women our age!

> Wow again.  That could get interesting.  Our Day Care up here needs one if those!

> Yes,I'll have to give you some tips and tricks once we get ours going.

> Yes u will.  Not to be rude, but Imma doze off here in a second.  Long night.

> K, babe.  Sweet dreams.

Paula wondered if the rule about not talking about Fight Club included your own daughter.

Oh, well.  She knows now.

Then Paula did the one activity she never really did share with her daughter.

She masturbated to the thought of fighting.  Fighting Sabrina last night.  Then the "Round 2" Gianna foresaw.

If we do have a Round 2, wondered Paula...I wonder if we'll go even harder than we did last night.

Because I think Sabrina was holding out of me.

I think she's had fights much more violent than last night's.

To be continued....