L.A. Women, Ch 1
It was the late summer of 1973, and Sarah was standing in one corner of the field, naked except for a pair of bikini bottoms, boxing gloves and a glimmer of sweat all over her light skin, and she felt very much alive. She had always loved competition. For as long as she could remember, she had been the girl that everyone paid attention to. She loved the way that everyone’s eyes, first boys and girls and then men and women, turned to her when she entered the room, and at some point she had come to realize that what she loved most about that was how it took attention away from other women. It felt like a triumph to her. And as much as she loved beating women in attention, she also loved beating them at school, where she earned straight As, and on the lacrosse field, where she had been named all-state and had led her school to a state championship in the private school division in high school and then a conference title when she was at Johns Hopkins. It seemed like the girls on the other teams all knew who she was and were all out to get her. Sticks and checks to the gut and into her chest, fists and elbows in the face, she took it all and gave back receipts. And more than a few times, she had settled up with an opponent after the match. She had won a lot more of those than she lost, and by the time she graduated college she had a marketing degree in one hand and, in the other, a reputation as a hard-hitting brawler.
However, as much as she loved fighting and proving herself against other women, she always had a voice that was as soft as her fists were hard, even if, despite its soft pitch, there just a hint of rasp to it. When you saw her enter a room, you would never guess how much she would enjoy licking any woman who wanted to try her. Her hair was naturally a light brown with lines of blonde running through it, as if she had been kissed by the sun, and it hung down in long waves just past her shoulders. Her hair framed a face that seemed to radiate beauty and a love of life, with big hazel eyes, full lips, and full, prominent cheeks that hinted at freckles. Clearly strong and athletic, her body was still effeminate rather than rippling with muscle, and she had full, firm breasts that stood out prominently from the wall of her chest. Perhaps her most prominent physical characteristic, and the one that most obviously displayed her athletic ability, was her backside. The perfect sphere of her ass and the lines of her hips advertised her history as a top athlete and the old-fashioned strength that ran throughout her body. She might not have had a large frame, but she was full of power. The light complexion of her skin, like her soft voice, gave her the magical aura of the lady of a very old and highly regarded estate back in the UK, where her family had emigrated from long ago, and it very much stood in contrast to her combative attitude, more likely to settle something behind the stables with her fists than with words over tea on the patio.
Sarah had graduated from Johns Hopkins in 1972 and immediately moved to Los Angeles afterward, drawn to the city by its vitality. She had visited LA one summer while in college, and everything there was pulsing with energy, especially the women. It was like every woman there was evaluating her, top to bottom, and she loved it. With her degree, and her looks, and her regal bearing, she had no trouble getting a job. She worked for the LA city government, promoting the revitalization effort led by the new LA Music Center. In her work promoting the concerts and events at the center, Sarah had gone to several meetings with an advertising firm, Abraham & Weiner, that was producing ads for the city. The first thing Sarah noticed at these meetings was that the agency had a culture of supporting strong and independent women, and a Latina woman named Daniella was clearly at the forefront of this movement. Daniella was the head of creative for the agency, and from the beginning of their first meeting together Sarah could feel the eyes on her. Daniella made a point of introducing herself at the end of the meeting, and a few weeks later, Sarah and a few other young ladies from her office were going out for drinks with Daniella and a few of her friends. The bar they chose was fifty-fifty men and women, and, as so often happened, Sarah noticed a gorgeous brunette with a group of friends in the corner. The brunette was giving Sarah the look, which Sarah proudly returned, and before the night was over the brunette had invited Sarah outside to the parking lot, where Sarah gave her a thrashing in front of everyone. It ended with Sarah sitting on her and pounding her head against the pavement and asking her, her voice soft as ever, but still with that little touch of rasp, if she wanted to submit or get properly humiliated. It took another round of abuse, but the girl finally gave in.
And with that, Sarah was in Daniella’s circle. Nearly 30 years old now, Daniella was a great beauty with a spectacular body, large breasts and wide, strong hips, a Latina from Colombia with long curly light brown hair, big brown eyes, and a devilish smile. Over time, Sarah put together that Daniella had come to LA from New York with this advertising agency, and it seemed that back in New York she had been a very serious catfighter. She had been in LA for a few years now, and in that time she had put together a profitable—and very popular in certain social circles—business in female fighting. She arranged fights to be held in front of the very rich in LA, hosted at mansions around the city or on estates and ranches up in the mountains. And the very rich, especially the women of the very rich, had a taste for female competition. Daniella had a few young ladies she worked with regularly, and there were other women like her who managed fighters, as it were, and some free agents as well. The host paid the women, and there were sometimes bonuses that could be gotten from the audience, and then the fighters could get side work from the wealthy who attended the bouts, which could veer more into more esoteric tastes. Daniella did not participate in these arranged bouts, so far as Sarah knew, but she heard that the slightly older Latina had been a real hellcat in her prime and still, on occasion, could be known to let her fists do her talking for her. It wasn’t as if LA was lacking in competitive women.
Tonight was Sarah’s third paid fight with Daniella, but it was only the beginning of what could be a very significant weekend for her long term prospects in the city. Her first fight had been a wrestling match and her second a catfight with strict rules, and she had won both easily. Now, Daniella had brought her and another girl, Courtney, whom Daniella had known longer and who was closer to her in age, up to a cabin in the San Gabriel Mountains. Although, the cabin was more like a small mansion, even to Sarah, who had grown up very well off. It was Friday night, and Sarah was going to box against a Black girl named Eve. Sarah and Eve were standing in opposite corners in a small paddock, the cabin a dark silhouette in the background, the wealthy spectators sitting in chairs or leaning against the fencing around the paddock. Daniella was somewhere in the audience to Sarah’s rear, and Sarah could see Gwendolyn and David, the married couple who sponsored the opposing girls this weekend, standing in the crowd behind Eve. The ground under their bare feet was dirt and Sarah could feel its cool, damp softness getting in between her toes. Despite the cool night air this high up in the mountains, even in July, there was sweat popping out on Sarah’s athletic and capable body, as it always did before she fought. The host, a middle-aged man who had gotten very rich in trucking and never married, was going to serve as the referee, which mattered little because there were not a lot of rules. He called the two girls forward and Sarah and Eve came up very close. Eve was very pretty, Sarah thought, and she could feel the other girl’s breath on her face. Like Sarah, she wore only a bikini bottom and her gloves. She was a little taller than Sarah and she had medium-sized breasts, topped by enormous pitch black nipples, and a flat stomach and a shapely ass. She looked strong and she had a reputation as a good fighter. Eve straightened her hair and both girls were wearing theirs in a ponytail tonight. As their host spoke, they stared into each other’s eyes, flicking glances down at the other girl’s body. Sarah flexed her hands inside the boxing gloves, which were the very small kind worn back in the olden days, barely 5 ounces. There was going to be a lot of hard hitting tonight.
“Welcome, again, everyone, to our weekend of female fighting!” said their very wealthy host, Mr. Turnbull. He was of average height and a wide build, and he had a chiseled jawline and a shaved head. Sarah thought he gave her an extra little look as he called for everyone’s attention. “Let’s give it up for these beauties, each of whom is eager to put on a great show for you. I’m very excited to start off with this bout between Sarah and Eve. The rules are going to very simple. A round ends when one lady goes down, and the first to put her opponent down 5 times wins. Mouthguards must stay in, so no biting, and no kicking or hitting a downed opponent. 1 minute of rest between rounds, no water, no sitting down.
“Now,” he added, slowing down and dropping his voice a little. “Sarah, are you ready to fight?”
“I am,” Sarah said, nodding.
“Excellent. And Eve, are you ready to fight?”
“Most definitely,” Eve said. The girls had been kept apart until this point, and Sarah was interested to hear a strong Southern drawl in Eve’s voice.
“Okay, ladies. Let’s step back and get ready to come out swinging!”
And they did come forward. Slowly, carefully, Sarah and Eve circled each other, gloves held up in front of their mouths, elbows in. Their breasts swayed slowly as they shifted their weight and looked for an opening. Eve threw a straight right and Sarah easily dodged it and countered her with a right hand to her side. Eve grunted a bit and swiveled to protect that side and Sarah came around on the other side, getting her down toward the waist with a left and then back again with her right, up under her armpit. Eve stepped back and rotated away and Sarah followed her. The Black girl had her hands lower now, her elbows out wider to protect her ribs, and Sarah came over the top. She got Eve on the nose with a left jab and then threw a straight right into her bosom. Eve took the shots and whipped a right hand across Sarah’s face, catching her on the cheekbone and nose. Tears immediately filled Sarah’s eyesight and she backed away, blinking and trying to wipe her eyes clear with her forearm, and Eve followed her. The bigger girl threw rights and lefts at her but Sarah dodged them and then got her vision clear and reset herself. This time, when Eve came in with her left, Sarah blocked it with her forearm and drove a left fist into Eve’s stomach. The blow made the girl’s body hitch up into the air just a bit and Sarah came up with a vicious right that got her squarely in the face. Eve was knocked up onto her toes and went stumbling across the paddock. Sarah chased after her, her toes digging into the soft wet dirt, her magnificent ass twisting and flexing with power as she threw one hard shot after another at the hurting girl. Some punches went awry but Sarah got her in the body with a right and a left and then with two great right hands squarely in the face. The last one sent the Black girl spinning and she landed facing away from Sarah, leaning with her elbows on the fencing, her breasts swinging freely under her and her face pointed down at the ground. Sarah stood behind her for an instant, transfixed by the lines of her flanks and her back, and then she came around on the other girl’s right side and, bracing her left hand on her back, drove shot after shot up into her breasts and her face. Eve took the punches and then the last one into her face sent her sliding down into the dirt. The first round was over.
Sarah went to the far corner on her own while Mr. Turnbull helped Eve to hers. As per the rules, the girls stood for the minute of rest, receiving no water or other aid, no seconds at all, just standing and staring at each other and breathing hard in the thin air. The minute ended and the two young women came at each other again. Sarah was the aggressor and as she tried to press, Eve would slip away from her. Around the paddock they went, Sarah throwing jabs when they got close and Eve stepping backward. Finally, Sarah backed up into the middle and gestured for Eve to come to her. The Black girl smiled and nodded once and the two of them met in the center. Sarah got her in the face with a right and Eve nailed her in the breast with a right cross and then they went wild. Toe to toe, they exchanged punches to the face, the bust, and the stomach with little thought to defense or strategy. Over and over Sarah took shots to her face and body and she retaliated in kind with everything she had, the strength flowing up from her feet through her legs and hips and into her arms and torso. Again and again she nailed the other girl and eventually she was overwhelming her. Eve stopped punching and she covered herself up and now Sarah poured it on, one punch after another into whatever patch of flesh was available to her. She drove the other girl back until she hit the fencing and then Sarah just kept walking right into her. Leaning her forehead against Eve’s, pushing on her, she slammed right hands up into her abdomen and side. Eve grunted as the shots came home and then Sarah felt herself pushed and turned and now the two of them were grappling with each other, arms hooked around each other’s shoulders, and churning along the fence until Sarah felt herself backed into the corner. Eve held her in place there, her arm across Sarah’s forehead, pushing against her, and Sarah desperately shoved up on the arm to free herself. As she got free, Eve slammed a brutal punch into the center of her stomach. All the air rushed out of her and it was like her body locked up. And then Eve ripped punches into her chest and slammed a massive uppercut into her mouth and Sarah slumped down into the corner, landing on her ass, her back leaning against the rough post. Round 2 was over and Eve had tied it up.
Sarah braced herself on the fencing and pulled herself up to her feet. Her head was spinning and her back was scratched up from sliding down the post in the corner and she slowly made her way to her corner, leaning on the fence the whole time. As the minute went by, she leaned on the corner post and focused on slowing her breathing and regaining her wits and then, only a few seconds later it seemed, the rest period was over. She turned and braced herself as Eve came charging at her. Her breasts bouncing on her chest as she dashed forward, a grim smile on her face, Eve looked ready to rip her head off. Sarah tensed her legs and waited and then at the last instant she spun herself and got free of the corner as Eve crashed into it, leading with a wild punch. The Black girl hit the wood hard and Sarah got her in the small of her back before she could turn around and right herself. And then by the time she had, Sarah was backing away and she easily dodged the backhanded punch Eve tried. The momentum of the backhand got Eve’s feet twisted up and she came all the way around to where she was facing out of the paddock toward their audience, and now Sarah came in again. With Eve still toward the fencing, Sarah was to her side and she slammed a right into Eve’s face and a left into her back and then a right into the swell of her breast under her arm. Eve moaned in pain and turned to face her smaller opponent but again Sarah was backing up. Eve followed her. Her steps were slow and methodical and Sarah guessed that she was tensing up to pounce on her and she rushed forward herself. A left and a right to the face and Eve was going backward now. Her hands came up to protect her face and Sarah nailed her in her chest with hard punches and then when her hands came down to defend herself there Sarah moved back to her face and absolutely crushed her with a left to one cheek and then a right straight into the center of her face. The punch sent Eve back into the corner and she sagged against the rough wood, both arms draped across the fencing, head down. At this point, Sarah went all in. Punches to the stomach and breasts and then uppercuts to her face and Eve tumbled face first into the dirt.
Sarah was now up 2 to 1. At first, she was worried that Eve was done, looking down at her as she lay face down in the dirt, but then within a few seconds she stirred and then pushed herself up to her feet and made her way, slowly, back to her corner. The minute of rest went by and then the girls went at it again. They met in the middle and to her credit, Sarah thought, Eve had a very determined look on her dirty face. She threw a flurry of punches that made Sarah cover up and retreat back into the corner. Most hit against her arms or the small gloves but enough got through to her sides and her head to hurt her. Suddenly, her back struck against the wood of the corner post and she had run out of space. Eve somehow was still punching, and when Sarah tried to slip away to the right, down the fencing, Eve blocked her with her arm and tried to push her back into the corner. Now the girls were clinched together, struggling in the corner, chests and faces rubbing against each other, breathing hard. They threw short punches into each other’s sides. Sarah was waiting for Turnbull to separate them but then she realized it wasn’t that kind of match. The Black girl was pushing her backward and now she found herself trapped against the post. The other girl put her glove against Sarah’s forehead and started pushing her head back so that she was looking up at the dark sky overhead. The other girl’s stomach and chest pressed against hers. Sarah pushed back but she couldn’t get any movement and then she gave up her clinch and put her left hand against the side Eve’s head and started punching her on the other side with her right. Eve took the first few shots but then she muttered under her breath, through the mouthpiece, and she let Sarah go and backed up. Sarah took the opportunity to slide out of the corner. Eve tried to catch her with a hook to the face as she did but she anticipated the move and took the blow on her arm. Now the two of them were out in the middle of the paddock again and they reset. Again, Eve proved the aggressor, coming directly at Sarah with her hands up in front of her face. Sarah could see her tense up for a big punch and right before she threw it, Sarah got her right in under the arms and nailed her in the bosom. Eve grunted and Sarah came around and got her the same with her left. Now Eve’s arms dropped down to protect her chest and Sarah nailed her across the face with a right and a left and another right and Eve spun around and fell to her hands and knees.
3 rounds to 1. When the rest period was over, they came out again. Eve was cautious now, sidestepping rather than charging in. Sarah matched her at first, and the two of them circled the paddock. Both girls threw tentative jabs but nothing landed. Eve jabbing and hopping to the side in a rhythm and Sarah studied her for two meaningless exchanges and then on the third she got her squarely in the face. The punch rocked Eve’s head back and Sarah got her with again, right on the chin, knocking her back into the fence. It looked like the Black girl was done and Sarah went in, loading up for a big right hand to her pretty face, but Eve was ready. As Sarah opened up, Eve threw a hard shot at her stomach. At the last instant, Sarah saw it coming and moved her arms down to block the punch. That move left her open to the follow-up to her face. The leathery glove hit true and it was like everything in her world went red and hot. As she tried to back up and cover herself, she took more punches to the face and then to the breasts and another to the jaw and then the next thing she knew, Sarah was lying in the dirt on her back, looking up at the boxer standing over her. Turnbull escorted her opponent to the corner and Sarah made herself roll over to her hands and knees and then push herself up to her feet. She blew a bloody wad of snot out of her nose and made her way to the corner opposite Eve.
3 rounds to 2. Sarah lurched out of her corner tired and angry, ready to do some damage to this other girl, tapping her gloves together in anticipation, and Eve did the same. The girls met in the center of the paddock and started banging. With no defense, they threw punch after punch. Sarah took shots to her face and her magnificent body and delivered the same to the Black girl. Her toes dug into the wet dirt, her legs and ass flexed and twisted, her breasts swung as she flexed and torqued herself with one blow after another. She felt hot and bruised all over but she kept hitting. A hard leathered fist smacked her in the face again and then another crushed her big boob, but still Sarah kept hitting. She got the Black girl with a left across her cheek and then a right into her mouth and finally Eve’s arms went loose and her body opened up for punishment. Sarah drilled punches into her stomach and then threw uppercuts into her breasts, making her arch her torso and lean forward up in torment, and then Sarah nailed her with a wicked shot into the face. Somehow Eve stayed on her feet, but she was pinwheeling about, eventually landing with her back against the fence midway between the posts. Sarah was gasping for air and it felt like her body was made of lead. The two female boxers stared at each other, breasts heaving, faces and bodies showing the abuse they had taken, and then Sarah took in a great breath and shook out her arms and went in to finish her off. Eve tried to raise her arms as the sunny brunette came at her but it was no good. Sarah nailed her with a right across the face and a left to the chest and another right to the face and finally Eve wilted and sank to the dirt. She lay motionless halfway at Sarah’s feet. Out of breath again, Sarah braced her forearms on top of the fence and prodded the other girl with her toe and then, when she responded with nothing but a vacant stare and a groan, Sarah turned away from her. Eve was finished. Hands raised in victory, the golden brunette walked a lap around the paddock, showing off for the crowd, her breasts, her stomach, her face all showing the damage of the fight, and then Daniella was bringing her a towel and a water bottle and a stool, all of which she gratefully accepted.
In the aftermath of the bout, the audience gave Sarah her kudos, and she made special note of Eve’s struggles to get to her feet and the help she needed in getting to the cabin. Sarah herself felt little better, honestly, and as soon as was polite, she limped to the tiny bedroom set aside for her and went to sleep. When she awoke, long after sunrise, she felt every blow she’d taken—and every one seemed etched into her pale skin with a bruise, or raw abrasion, or cut. She knew from experience that they would be gone in a few days, but that morning she was moving very slowly as she slid on a white robe and came out for breakfast. In the kitchen, she found Daniella sitting alone at the counter with a cup of coffee and plate of eggs and baked beans. The Colombian beauty greeted her with a very gingerly hug, so light they barely made contact, and prepped a plate and a giant glass of water for her. Sarah drank and ate carefully, mindful of her aching lips and face, and gratefully. She had made a good impression on the right people last night, as well as a good amount of money, but most importantly, she’d enjoyed the boxing match, and it was all thanks to Daniella. Daniella looked great, as she always did, with her light brown hair long and tangled, her little upturned nose and prominent round cheeks and big brown eyes and luscious lips, her voluptuous breasts and hips and her flat stomach.
“You were great last night,” she told Sarah. “Looked great too.”
“Thank you,” Sarah said, her voice soft as always. “It felt great.”
“I think Turnbull noticed you how good you looked. He was staring at you the whole time.”
“Well, I was the one boxing,” Sarah replied, pretending to downplay the compliment.
“Not just like that,” Daniella replied, and the two of them shared a laugh. “And you really did look great. You licked that other girl, too. I think I can get another match for you with this group, as soon as you’re feeling up to it.”
“I’m sure that she’ll be ready to go in no time,” a new voice said from behind them.
It was Gwendolyn. She came into the kitchen from the direction of the master bedroom, and she had her husband David with her. She looked very beautiful in the bright sun of the mountain morning, Sarah acknowledged to herself. She was about 30 years old, and she had a somewhat dark complexion and black hair. It was difficult to pin down her ethnicity, and she used her husband’s last name, which was very English and boring. But Sarah had heard about her from other women in the city, and from that and from her appearance, she seemed to be of mixed Southeast Asian and German ancestry. She had prominent cheekbones, thin lips, and very dark eyes that seemed to never match the emotions portrayed by the rest of her face, leaving Sarah with the impression that she was always lying. Obviously a lover of the finer things in life, she was wearing a very nice jacket and blouse and slacks, and her makeup was very thorough and detailed, making Sarah feel very exposed with her own bare and battered face. She tried to cheer herself up by reminding herself that that had been the price of humbling Gwendolyn’s girl Eve the night before, but still, she felt stung by the difference. Gwendolyn had a magnificent body, too, with large, proud breasts and a feminine strength that was obvious even under the clothes. As she came up to the counter, her husband David lingered by the door. He had very slight, even effeminate features, and Sarah thought that a lot of very silly, posh girls she’d grown up with who would have thought him very attractive. She preferred her men to look like men, though. David was dressed similarly to his wife and seemed hesitant to enter the room where the women were now confronting each other. To Sarah, he seemed very disconnected from Gwendolyn in a way that made her suspicious.
“Good fight last night,” Gwendolyn said to Sarah.
“Thank you. Your girl put up a good fight, too.”
“Thank you,” Gwendolyn replied, in a tone that said nothing of the sort. “I’m sure she’s still asleep. You probably will want to head back to bed, too. Not much for you to do until tonight.”
She had put an odd emphasis on that last sentence, and Sarah took another look at Gwendolyn’s clothes and makeup. “Are you headed off somewhere?”
“Oh, a few of us are headed down the mountain,” Gwendolyn answered, speaking a bit more rapidly and loudly now. “I was just talking to Steve, Mr. Turnbull,” she added, looking directly at Sarah now, “and it turns out there is an art gallery there. And a little antiques store that they say has some things left over from the mining camp days. I was hoping to pick something up for our new house. Right, honey?” she asked, turning to David, but before he could answer she turned back to Daniella and Sarah and explained, “It’s just a few of us going.” She paused, staring at Daniella, and then, with an unmistakable air of supremacy, she added, “I’m sure you and your little girls will find plenty to do around here today, though.”
And with that, Gwendolyn pivoted on her excellent shoes and led her husband out of the kitchen. Soon enough, Daniella and Sarah were alone as Turnbull, Gwendolyn and David, and another couple drove away. It was quiet, and then, both of them were talking about Gwendolyn and her attitude. Daniella knew her well from around the city, of course, and she said that was always like that. She gossiped with everyone and about everyone, and she seemed to always know everything and to be everywhere. Sarah asked about her husband, David, and Daniella said that everyone liked him, unlike his wife, and that no one could figure why they were together. But then, she added, it seemed like he was very much into the gossip too and that she had always found him a bit creepy—not that he seemed inappropriate but rather the opposite, that he seemed so unlikely to do something that someone might find inappropriate that she felt strange being around him. They had just bought a new house, which Gwendolyn was constantly talking about, and there had been some speculation that they would have a “fight night” there pretty soon. Gwendolyn had been a very good fighter when she was younger, Daniella added, although she had not done anything recently and Daniella didn’t know any specifics. When they were done with their breakfasts, Sarah went back to bed for a nap. After lunch, she went for a long walk through the hills with Daniell and Courtney, Sarah so that she could work out her soreness and Courtney so that she could work out her nerves. During the walk, they talked a lot about Gwendolyn, about her behavior in the morning and the times she had been like that in the past, to Daniella and to other women, and they talked about the girls she advised, or managed, in their bouts, and her marriage and her new house and how she never seemed to wear the same clothes twice. When they got back to the cabin, Sarah felt a lot better physically but she felt worse for Daniella and the insults Gwendolyn had tossed her way in the morning.
That evening, Sarah wore the pretty dress she had brought and took a seat in the entertainment room next to Daniella. The rest of the audience was coming in slowly, among them Gwendolyn and David, who moved off to the far side of the room, and when Turnbull came in, last, Sarah was pleased to notice that he made eye contact with her that was just a bit too long as he took his seat front and center. When they were all settled, Courtney and Brandy entered the living room and took up their positions at the bar. Both girls were wearing lingerie, demibras and panties and stockings, Courtney in white and Brandy in black. Courtney was of Chinese heritage and a great beauty with perfectly smooth skin. The perfection of her skin made it hard to tell her age from her looks, but Sarah knew that she was closer to 30 than 20. She had wide cheekbones, thin lips, and a petite nose that matched very well with her deep brown eyes, and she always had a look on her face as if she both had great disdain for whomever she was looking at and as if she were about to start laughing. She was small for a catfighter, and Sarah knew that she tended to do rules catfights and sexual contests rather than all-out brawls. She was rather short and had a small frame with a lean waist and a well-formed but not-at-all-large ass, and she had straight black hair that stopped right at her shoulders. But her defining physical characteristic was her breasts. Her breasts were not enormous but they were quite large and they were absolutely spherical globes sitting proudly on her chest, with enormous areolae that covered the entire front of her bosom and could be seen clearly through what little bra material she wore. It was as if she had implants, but Sarah knew they were hers. Sarah studied the trim lines of her waist and her abdomen and then all the way up to the deep, almost shocking swell of cleavage of her chest. Sarah then turned her eye to Brandy. A blonde of about 20, she was also very attractive, although not as much as Courtney, in Sarah’s opinion. She was taller than Courtney, and she had a very pretty face and an athletic body with strong-looking arms and legs. She had small, perky breasts, and her blonde hair was naturally curly and longer than Courtney’s. Sarah thought she looked like a tough fight—but then she had thought that of Eve, too, she reminded herself, with a glance at the Black girl who was sitting, rather uncomfortably, next to Gwendolyn and David on the far side of the room from Sarah and Daniella.
“Thank you for joining us this evening, ladies,” Turnbull said. “Just to remind everyone, this is going to be a rules catfight, with no biting, no kicks or knees, and no closed fists allowed. But first, I think I speak for all of us when I say that I’d love to hear your impressions of your opponent.” There was a ripple of approval from the audience at this, especially from the women. “Brandy, what do you think of Courtney?”
“I think she looks absurd,” Brandy said, looking Courtney up and down, her eyes lingering on her chest. “Her boobs are too big for her body and they just look stupid on her. I hope you got a refund,” she said to Courtney.
“This is all me bitch,” Courtney replied immediately. “You’re just jealous that you don’t have as much to work with.”
“I’m going to squeeze those things until they pop,” Brandy told her.
“What do you want to do to her, Courtney?” Turnbull asked.
“Well, she doesn’t have as much for me to target as I do for her,” Courtney said. “But I’m used to girls going after my tits and I always get them in the end. Actually, maybe I won’t in this case,” Courtney added, and Sarah noticed that Brandy’s eyes lit up for just an instant. “Because my back end is better than hers, too.”
“I’m going to make you eat those melons,” Brandy promised.
“And who does her hair?” Courtney went on. “Because I think it’s time she changed salons.”
“I’m bigger than you and I’m going to,” Brandy started, stepping a bit closer.
“You aren’t bigger than me, though,” Courtney interrupted. “That’s the whole point, you stupid blonde.”
“You want to make this more interesting?” Brandy asked, and now both girls were moving closer to each other. Just a few feet away now. The height and weight difference was more noticeable now. Sarah could see that their breathing had sped up and she could feel her own, too. The energy was crackling in the room.
“Hell yes,” Courtney answered.
“The loser gets whatever humiliation the winner wants,” she said. “Here, tonight, in front of everyone.”
“Done, bitch.”
“Ladies, can I make a suggestion?” Turnbull intervened. “Perhaps you’d like to start with some preliminary activity?”
“I’ll whip this girl’s ass at anything you want,” Courtney said.
“Name it,” Brandy answered.
“You’re both very attractive young women,” he said. “I’d like to see our guests determine who is more attractive. I’ll add a thousand dollar bonus for the woman chosen by my friends.”
“Too bad she brought knives to a gunfight,” Courtney said, sticking out her chest.
“Too bad that I’m wearing Lise Charmel and you’re wearing,” Brandy said, pausing. “Whover that is. Don’t have a man to buy nice things for you?”
“I’ve got plenty who would. Including yours, probably. Why isn’t he here tonight? Didn’t want him to get a good look at me?”
At this point, both of them were tensing up, and Turnbull softly coughed and gestured for them to start. The two young women stood facing each other, glaring, and then they simultaneously turned toward their audience and their host and began smiling seductively. Turning their bodies this way and that, letting a finger glide along the top of a thigh or the swell of a breast, suggestively running their fingers through their hair. Each girl’s lingerie flattered her body in just the right way, accentuating every feminine curve, and each girl’s hair and makeup was on point. After this had gone on for a bit, Brandy slid herself forward, getting in front of Courtney and obscuring the audience’s view of her. And as she did, Brandy also tossed her blonde hair back over her shoulder and into Courtney’s face. The smile died on the Chinese girl’s beautiful face, but only for an instant, and then it bloomed again. And she slipped past the blonde and slowly walked over to Turnbull, who was sitting in the front of the group. Courtney swung her hips as she walked and it was like the entire room was holding their breath. When she reached Turnbull, she ran her finger along his shoulder and, as she circled around him, across his back and down his other arm, and then she went back and resumed her spot at the front next to Brandy, moving just as slowly, swinging her hips and her fine ass for him to linger on. The two girls were standing shoulder to shoulder, facing their audience, and smiling, but it was obvious to Sarah—and to everyone else—that both girls were itching for the chance to tear into each other.
At last, Turnbull said, “I don’t think that we need to take a vote on that.”
“Told you I’d kick her ass,” Courtney said, laughing.
“You cheated, you fucking bitch.”
“No rules between women,” Courtney countered. Both women turned now to face each other. They were now only a few inches away from each other. Sarah could feel the electricity running along her skin.
“Well, well, I think we are ready to go here. I’ll just remind you of the rules. No biting, no closed fists, no kicks or knees. First to make the other woman submit wins and gets her reward. Courtney, are you ready to fight?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Excellent. Brandy, are you ready to fight?”
“Oh, I’m ready.”
“Okay, ladies, please step back,” Turnbull instructed. They each took a few steps back so that there was eight feet or so between them. From the audience’s perspective, Courtney was on the left and Brandy on the right. The bar was right behind them, and the clear space from the bar to the audience was a semicircle of about fifteen feet. Both girls were breathing hard and tensing their muscles, clenching and unclenching their hands. The pause stretched out and then finally Turnbull said, loudly, “And, begin!”
Immediately, both beauties threw themselves forward. They seized each other by the hair and pulled hard, their arms, legs, hips all flexing as they struggled. Grunting and straining, they turned in a circle until Brandy shoved forward and got Courtney pinned against the bar. She hit hard and Brandy pulled back on her hair until she was bent over, her face pointed up at the ceiling. Because of her short stature, the railing of the bar was against her shoulders, and with the pressure and the angle the twin hemispheres of her breasts jutted outward, almost absurdly perfect. Brandy let go of Courtney’s hair with her right hand and seized her left breast, digging in her fingers. Courtney shrieked in pain and struggled, letting go of her own hairpull with one hand to pull the hand off of her chest. But Brandy was locked on and she was hurting her. Finally, Courtney arced her back and lifted one foot off the ground, wrapping it around the back of Brandy’s thighs, and then she tried to lift her other leg to do the same. She was going for a scissors around Brandy’s waist, but instead the two of them slid down to the floor. The ended up with Brandy on top, with Courtney’s back and head pinned up against the base of the bar, and they had resumed their hairpulling. Such strain and grit on the face of both girls, pulling hair so hard. Soon enough they both began throwing slaps where they could, hitting at shoulders and arms and backs. Again and again they hit each other. Trying to improve her leverage on her hairpull, Brandy lifted her hips up and out from Courtney. The change in angle let her pull harder but it pulled Courtney’s head away from the bar, and when the Chinese girl had some space, she swung her legs under her and thrust herself forward.
The force of the move sent them both sprawling across the carpeted floor. Brandy landed flat on her back, and as she sat up Courtney slammed into her. Hands immediately latched onto hair and pulled hard, and chest to chest they thrashed about, their heads facing the audience now, the twin sets of breasts swelling up out of their bras, one much more than the other. The sweat and friction pulled the material of their bras loose and as the girls broke apart, the cups of the bras were under their breasts and they were partially exposed. Brandy rolled Courtney over onto her back and started to climb on top, but the raven-haired beauty got her legs locked around the blonde’s waist and she started squeezing with all she had. Right away, Brandy yelped with pain and pulled at the legs with both hands. Courtney rotated so that she was up on one elbow and got Brandy on her backside, facing up. As the blonde pushed and pried at her legs, Courtney used her free hand to attack her. First she pulled her hair, but then she started slapping her face and then after that she latched onto the blonde’s exposed breast. Courtney had hold of her nipple and she pinched it and pulled with all she had. Brandy forgot all about the legs around her midsection and, now howling in pain, she used both hands to free her nipple from the other girl’s vicious grip. The audience was getting involved now, cheering, and Sarah let go with a “Get that bitch, Court!” That drew a scowl from Daniella, but Sarah was excited at seeing her friend rise to the occasion and it was worth it.
Having freed her nipple, Brandy repaid the attack with a hard slap to Courtney’s chest. The pain shocked her and left her open to the blonde’s next attack, a slap across the face. The force knocked Courtney flat on her back and loosened her scissor hold, and now the two girls were scrambling. They gripped each other and rolled back and forth and then came up to their knees. Here they paused and regathered their strength. Their hair and makeup was a mess, and the cups of their bras were pulled down and their breasts hung freely, Brandy’s small boobs wobbling with her breathing and Courtney’s large set firmly outjutting. They went for each other simultaneously. Each got a grip of hair with one hand and a boob in the other and they pushed and pulled at each other, grunting and groaning as they strained. Again, Brandy’s size proved the advantage and she started pushing the smaller Chinese girl over backwards. But as they went down, Courtney got herself to the side and again locked her legs around the blonde’s waist. Brandy was face down and inside Courtney’s legs. She still had hold of her hair with one hand and she was using it to Courtney’s head forward at a wicked angle so that Daniella’s girl couldn’t apply the strength in her legs. Courtney began slapping Brandy on the back but to no great effect. They writhed like that on the floor and eventually they broke apart. They came up several feet from each other, slowly, gasping for air, sweat pouring, their faces and bodies red from the friction and the slapping and the exertion of their catfight.
Courtney lunged for the blonde’s hair, but Brandy slipped to the side and then, as Courtney’s momentum carried her past, she grasped her by the arm and spinning with her flung her into the bar. Courtney was falling to the ground as she went and she hit hard, shoulder first, against the wood and then slumped down to the ground. It seemed like about half the audience was yelling at her to get up and half was yelling for Brandy to finish her. The taller blonde bent over and, grabbing her by her hair, pulled her up to her knees and then turning with her drove her down to the carpet, facing the audience, landing atop her. Courtney hit chest and face first and lay stunned under her. Brandy pulled up on her hair so that her face was off the carpet and, holding her like that with one hand, ripped open the clasp of her bra with the other. The flimsy material fell away and as Brandy pulled up harder her breasts came totally free. Courtney was now waving her hands in the air near her head, trying to get hold of Brandy’s hand in her hair, and as she did Brandy tried to pull the bra away from her. But, she couldn’t get it free so she began smacking her in the face with an open palm. Courtney hissed and groaned in pain and then Brandy pulled her head back even more, to where her hips were pressed flat to the carpet but her head was straight up, and as her big breasts became exposed Brandy grabbed her right one in her right hand and began mauling her. The pain set the Chinese beauty thrashing and writhing under her and somehow she got herself partially turned out.
The girls scrambled like that, seizing hold of each other or hitting indiscriminately, and when they had stabilized again Courtney found herself still under the blonde but now facing her, on her back. Cheek to cheek and bust to bust they lay like that. They pulled hair and somehow each of them reached in from the side and got hold of a breast. Courtney reached around at one point and tore open the other girl’s bra, as had been done to her, and after they rolled across the floor, pressed together as tightly as could be, struggling against each other, both had come topless. Courtney was still on the bottom when they stopped churning across the floor, near Daniella and her spot in the front left of the audience, and Brandy suddenly raised herself up. She got hold of the black hair and began banging her head on the carpet.
“That’s not fair!” Daniella yelled at Turnbull.
“Nothing against it,” Gwendolyn yelled back, from the other side of their gathering.
Daniella shot her a glare and turned to Courtney. “Get out from under her! Work her chest!”
Courtney had been reaching for the blonde’s hair, but on hearing the instruction she latched onto the small breasts positioned over her. Right away, Brandy started yelling in pain. She hit Courtney’s head on the floor again but then she reached to pull her hands away. But the Chinese beauty was clamped on hard, so Brandy returned the favor. She slammed her hands down into the impressive meat of her chest, sinking her fingers in and curling them and then working her hard like that. Soon both girls were yelping and crying in pain and Courtney was twisting and bucking her hips. Courtney changed her grip to more like a vice, crushing the small, perky breasts from underneath between thumb and fingers, while Brandy was mauling hers. Finally, she got one foot braced under her and with a mighty heavy she sent the larger girl sprawling. Brandy landed next to her and as the blonde raised her face up, Courtney nailed her with a vicious slap across the cheek. The blow was loud and sharp over the audience’s noise and it put Brandy face down in the carpet. Courtney took advantage. She sat on the small of her back and lifting up on her hair slammed her face down on the carpet. Again and again. Then she rolled the other girl over onto her back and holding her by the hair lay down on her. Courtney held her arms together, both hands in the girl’s hair, pushing her breasts together into a tremendous swell of cleavage, and pushed them into her opponent’s face. Right away, coughing and gasping sounds from under her. At first Brandy slapped Courtney on the back with both hands, and then when that didn’t provide any relief she tried pushing against the floor and turning her hips. Finally, she reached up and got hold of Courtney’s hair and pulled her head back and then, as Courtney had done to her, she got one foot flat on the floor and pushed and turned. Now it was the shorter Chinese girl’s turn to get rolled off of her perch and dumped on the ground.
The two girls rose to their feet and squared off. Courtney slapped her across the face and Brandy slapped her right back. This set off a lengthy exchange of open-handed strikes to the face, the ribs, and the breasts, the two girls circling and getting in their licks wherever they could. Their flesh turned red with the abuse, black and yellow hair whirled about in the air, and they yelped with pain and anger. Finally, they came together in a wrestler’s clinch. They each got a handful of hair with one hand and put the other arm around the opponent’s back. They pushed and tugged on each other and tumbled about the room and then Courtney got her foot behind Brandy’s and she tripped her and drove her down into the carpet. They landed with a thud, the blonde on the bottom, and Courtney straddled her. She slapped her face with rights and lefts before Brandy could regain her wits to defend herself. When she did, she instinctively reached up for the assets on Courtney’s chest. She got hold and pinched and pulled at them but the black-haired beauty kept slapping her. She now took hold of the blonde hair with her left hand, her grip in close to the head and tight, and used it to hold her face in place while she nailed her with slaps with her right. At first Brandy tried to ignore it and keep attacking her chest but then she let go and tried to cover up. Courtney tried to keep hitting her but she was waving her arms about now and getting in the way.
So Courtney changed tactics. She hopped up to her feet and pulled Brandy’s head up by her hair and nailed her across the face with an incredible slap, twisting her hips and pulling her hand back behind her and whipping it around. The impact was so loud in the room. Brandy was hurt badly and Courtney took advantage. She turned her over on her stomach and got behind her and, pulling her back, got her legs locked around her midsection. Then, still behind her, she sat up with her and squeezed with her legs. Brandy moaned in pain from deep inside herself and weakly pulled at the muscular thighs around her torso and leaned forward. But Courtney seized hold of her hair and, leaning onto her back, pulled with all she had. Sarah could see the cords on her neck stand out, the muscles of her arms and legs as she squeezed and pulled on the blonde hair. Both young women were face-up toward the ceiling, Courtney’s set in grim determination and Brandy howling as she was tortured.
“Give up, bitch!” Courtney yelled.
Brandy reached back for the hands in her hair, and then slapped at the hard thighs around her midsection, and then reached for the hands again, but it was nothing. Finally she began sobbing in pain, and then she yelled that she submitted.
Courtney immediately let go and kicked the blonde away from her. Her victim curled up, still sobbing, and held her hands against her ribs, while the black-haired beauty sat up, legs splayed out, catching her breath. Her hair was a mess and her chest was red with abuse and exertion and she was staring daggers at the other girl. When her breathing had slowed down, Courtney rose and went over to the other girl and rolled her onto her back. She posed over her and put her foot on her chest, staring down at her, and then she slid her foot up to Brandy’s face and put her toes next to her mouth.
“Suck on them,” she commanded. “Or we keep fighting.”
At first, Brandy was turning her head away, but Courtney flared her eyes open and Brandy obeyed. She sucked on the toes and kissed them and then she started rubbing Courtney’s calf. Both girls’ stockings were shredded ruins at this point and Courtney ripped away what was left from her own legs and then from Brandy’s. Then she ordered the blonde to kneel before her. She made her rub and kiss her legs, starting at her calves and working up to her thighs, and she held her head by her long curly hair as she did. When Brandy got to the top of her thighs, Courtney pulled her face into her crotch and told her to kiss her there, grinding her pelvis against her forehead. Brandy did nothing in response and Courtney said she’d hurt her worse and with that threat, Brandy pulled aside the panties and made something like a kissing gesture at her kitty. Courtney was breathing hard and then she shoved Brandy down onto her back and stood over her. Holding her head in place, staring down at her, Courtney hacked up everything she had in her chest and spit on her face. Then she smeared it around her pretty face, mingling the spit with the sweat, and patted her on the cheek and told her to stay there. From behind the bar, Courtney got a bottle of wine and she put her toes back in Brandy’s mouth and poured wine down her shin into the blonde’s mouth, making her drink. Then she lay down on the carpet and poured wine on her chest and stomach and made Brandy lick it off of her.
“That’s enough!” Gwendolyn yelled.
“If you can’t run with the big cats, stay on the porch,” Sarah replied.
With that, Gwendolyn rose to her feet. “Girl, you do not want to talk like that to a woman like me.”
Sarah felt Daniella touch her on the leg, but she kept going. “Go hide behind your fake husband,” she said. Gwendolyn’s face turned a deep red, and Sarah added, “I don’t even think you two are really married.”
“Ladies, ladies,” Turnbull interjected. “I think that we can let Courtney enjoy her spoils for a few more minutes.”
And Gwendolyn sat down, with one last glare in Daniella’s direction as she did. They all watched as Brandy licked the wine off of Courtney’s spectacular breasts and her flat stomach and then as she sucked on her nipples and, finally, as she kissed her on the lips, slowly. And then, when all of that was over, Courtney stood up and brought the blonde up with her, and then Brandy was made to raise Courtney’s hand and display her, victorious, to the audience. While her hand was raised, Courtney pivoted so that her body was displayed in profile and then she bowed deeply to the audience, to Turnbull especially, it seemed to Sarah, and she told her opponent that she was now dismissed.
When it was over, and both the victorious and defeated catfighters had gone to shower, the audience mingled. A lot of them were awestruck and drifted away to their rooms. As the evening was breaking up, Gwendolyn approached Turnbull. Sarah was standing next to Daniella while she worked on a married couple who had shown interest in hosting an event around New Year’s. Sarah got Daniella’s attention, and the Latina boss strode forcefully up to the two.
“It only seems fair, given the way you let my girl get humiliated like that,” Gwendolyn was saying. Her husband David was standing quietly behind her, looking like he wanted to get his wife to leave but lacking the courage.
“What seems fair?” Daniella asked, rather loudly and abruptly.
“Gwendolyn was just saying that she has a young lady she’d like to meet Courtney tomorrow night.”
“This weekend was the two matches. Which we provided, and which we both won, fairly,” Daniella said. “I’m not letting my girl fight on no rest against someone fresh. Especially not on her say-so,” she added, gesturing toward Gwendolyn.
“Oh yes, I know,” Turnbull replied.
“There wasn’t anything fair about what you just did to Brandy,” Gwendolyn said to Daniella.
“First, I wasn’t up there, Courtney was—”
“She learned that from you,” Gwendolyn interjected.
“--Second, what Courtney did was within the boundaries that we all accepted.”
“I wouldn’t have let my girls treat one of yours like that,” Gwendolyn said, hotly.
“I guess we won’t know, will we?” Daniella said back, bobbing her head to the side just a bit as she did, her long, curly hair swaying as she did.
“Bitch, I will,” Gwendolyn started, moving toward the Latina.
Turnbull put his arm between the two women as they tensed up. Both looking very lovely, in expensive dresses that displayed just the right amount of cleavage, hair and makeup perfect, both with very capable and exquisitely sculpted female bodies, large breasts and strong limbs, with beautiful and, at that moment, very focused faces. Sarah had not known Daniella for too long, but she knew that she would never let something like this go.
Turnbull let the scene hang like that for just the right amount of time, and then he said, “Now ladies, let’s think this through.”
“Oh, I have,” Gwendolyn said.
“Just let me know when and where,” Daniella answered.
“Gwendolyn, you have this new girl we haven’t seen, right? And you’d like to match her up with Courtney?”
“That’s right. She can be here in the morning. I can find someone to teach some manners to this girl, too,” she added, glaring at Sarah.
“You know Courtney won’t be ready for a fight tomorrow,” Daniella answered, just before Sarah could respond.
“Scared?”
“She’s not wrong,” Turnbull said. “It wouldn’t be as good as it could be. And besides, most of my guests have to head back into the city in the morning. Now, we’ve had an excellent weekend here. And I don’t see why we can’t have another one, say, a month from now. Daniella, you bring Sarah and Courtney back, and Gwendolyn, you bring this girl you’ve got and another new matchup, and we’ll do this all again. And maybe we can find something new to spice it up, eh?” Turnbull added, catching Sarah’s eye as he did. “Well, are you both in?”
“Oh yes,” both of them said. And with that, the weekend was over.
