[Doc Holliday]

It seems that the writer Damerei has left this site and their profile has been deleted along with all their stories. Thankfully as they were one of my favorite writers I saved their stories and am going to repost them so that they are not lost forever.

Tangled Ambitions Part I



Part I

Lauren Holmes watched the numbers on the red digital clock as they ticked up. 48. 52. The treadmill’s belt whirred away beneath her. The clock turned over to an even 20:00. She quickly hit the stop button and slowed with the treadmill until she was standing still. She wiped her forehead off with a white gym towel and ran a hand through her blond pixie cut, breathing heavily.

Finally her daily cardio was over and she could move on. She grabbed a quick drink of water and cast her eye around the rest of the gym, looking. A gaggle of women in matching yoga pants giggled near the Pilates mats, their workout more social gathering than a serious challenge. No takers there. There was Ally, who looked like she could bench press a small car, in her customary place. She might actually be interested but she weighed probably a hundred pounds more than her and could probably crush her like an insect. No, that was no good either.

The quarry Lauren was after wasn't someone who preferred pastel weights and gossip sessions, or someone who looked like they injected synthetic steroids.  Lauren craved an equal, a reflection. Someone who pushed as hard, lifted as heavy, and sweated as much as she did. Someone who wouldn't back down from a competition.

This quest for an adversary wasn't new.  For years, for as long as she could remember really, Lauren had dreamt of this faceless rival, a woman who could match her stride for stride, rep for rep.

She had always loved any sort of competition. Back at the University of Michigan, the heptathlon had been her battlefield – seven grueling events testing her limits in speed, strength, and endurance. Every jump, throw, and sprint had been a personal duel against her opponents, a glorious war of wills waged on the track. The thrill of victory had been intoxicating, but even the sting of defeat held a strange allure, a reminder to push harder, train smarter, to become the best version of herself. Ten years since she had graduated, and that competitive fire still burned, albeit in a different form. The track had been traded for the squat rack, the heptathlon for barbells and dumbbells. But the core desire, the burning urge to test herself against worthy adversaries, remained.

She loved battling with other women on the track or in the weight room, but what she really, secretly craved was the ultimate physical competition, a raw, unadulterated test of strength and will – a wrestling match.

Whenever she would compete against another woman in any arena she would image the present contest melting away, replaced by the image of two bodies locked in a fierce embrace. Legs would strain, arms would lock, and sweat would mingle as they grappled for dominance. It wouldn't be about beating her opponent to a pulp, but a deep, instinctive struggle to control, to pin, to claim victory through sheer physical will. To force another person to submit, to feel their body yield beneath her’s. It wasn't just about victory, it was about proving your place in the pecking order, your right to survive and thrive.

She didn’t know where it came from, or what it was, but whatever it was, the desire was undeniable, a primal urge to test herself in the most fundamental way possible – woman against woman, nothing else, locked in a battle of will and strength.

The closest she’d ever come was Rachel. Her good friend and teammate on the Michigan Track Team. The two of them were well matched in strength and athleticism and they were kindred spirits as well. They pushed each other in training, their competitive fire a constant source of motivation. During their senior year, when they had both laid claim to the same hotel bed the night after an away meet, Lauren had worked up the courage to playfully challenge the other girl to wrestle her for it.

Rachel was up for anything and when she had agreed Lauren had been elated. But the moment they locked arms, Lauren's dreams of a fierce, competitive match evaporated. Rachel, it turned out, wasn't quite on the same page. Instead of the real intensity Lauren craved, Rachel giggled, her resistance more playful than determined. The wrestling quickly devolved into a tangle of limbs and laughter. It had been fun, it had even been pretty sexy to roll around the bed in their underwear, but the primal edge Lauren craved had been completely absent.

The memory of Rachel's playful wrestling bout left a bitter taste in Lauren's mouth. College, with its constant camaraderie and abundance of strong female athletes, felt like a lifetime ago. Since then, opportunities for such raw competition had dwindled. 

Sure, she grappled with her boyfriend sometimes, but those sessions were fun, a playful way to reconnect after a long day and channel some of her competitive energy. But the thrill of competition was muted. James, a former college baseball player, outweighed her by a good 40 pounds. Their wrestling matches, though spirited, always became an exercise in easy dominance on his part, leaving Lauren wanting more.

Moving to Denver a year ago had been a fresh start, and this new gym, with its plethora of in-shape women, felt promising. It was in this place, with it’s whirring machines and constantly clanking weights, that Lauren clung to the hope of finally finding a worthy opponent.

The problem, as always, lay in the initiation.  Direct challenges had always felt... awkward.  Like admitting a secret shame, this yearning for a raw physical test.

Instead, Lauren had resorted to a series of clumsy provocations, a dance of unspoken aggression that never quite hit the right note.  She'd linger a beat too long on the squat rack, pretending to adjust weights while a woman waited impatiently.  She'd make pointed comments about "proper form" when another woman lifted.  The most daring attempt had been a "mistaken" brush with a woman using the cable machine, and a feigned apology that barely masked the challenge in her eyes.

But every time, it fell flat. The women she targeted either dismissed her with an awkward smile or simply backed down, the fight evaporating before it even began.  They just didn't get it, Lauren thought with a grimace. They worked out to be healthy, or look good in a bikini. They must have all been lacking the same primal urge to test themselves.

As Lauren’s eyes surveyed the gym floor they finally settled on a woman warming up on a deadlift platform. She was taller than Lauren, probably around 5’10 to her 5’7, and looked to be around 10-12 pounds heavier than her own 142lbs. But her build wasn't bulky; it was lean muscle, sculpted by dedication.

Lauren watched the woman loading her bar with weights, her movements practiced and efficient. Her form was perfect and she was lifting in her socks. This was no novice lifter.

Lauren's heart began to hammer a familiar rhythm against her ribs. This woman had the physique, the focus - could she have the spirit too?  Lauren quickly hurried over to the empty platform beside this strangers. She kicked her own shoes off and stepped on to the platform, laying down a bar and starting to lift.

As Lauren started her own warm-up sets, she couldn't help but steal glances at the woman on the adjacent platform. Each time their eyes met, a subtle exchange occurred. A flicker of recognition, a hint of a challenge simmering just beneath the surface. The unspoken competition was clear.  Neither woman needed words. The clanging of metal was the only conversation that passed between them.

With every rep, Lauren pushed herself harder, her gaze flitting between the weights and the woman beside her. Each successful lift felt like a victory, but also a gauntlet thrown down. The woman responded in kind, adding weights with a measured deliberation.  The tension in the air grew thicker with each clang of the bar, the atmosphere electric.

Finally, they came to 315lbs, five pounds above Lauren’s personal record. They both approached their bars. The other woman looked nervous too. Lauren’s teeth clenched as they groaned in unison. Both of their bars lifted a few bare inches off the ground then promptly came crashing back down. Heaving breaths escaped both their lips as sweat beaded on their foreheads. Lauren met the woman's gaze, a grudging respect passing between them. They had pushed each other to their limits, and this woman hadn’t backed down from the unspoken challenge.

Lauren watched this woman out of the corner of her eye. Was this it? Had she finally found an opponent? This other woman seemed like she might be game for it, but how to approach her? Should could try to subtly provoke her, but that had never worked in the past. She decided to try to just talk to her and see if she could somehow ease her way into the suggestion.

As the other woman was stepping off her platform she walked up to her smiling.

“Hey,” she said, smiling, “that was a hell of a battle. You were so close to that 315.”

The other woman laughed, “Thanks, so were you. I don’t often see other women who can lift that much.”

“Amen. We’ll have to lift together some time.”

“Definitely. That sounds like a lot of fun. I love a good challenge! I’m Maya by the way.”

Lauren could feel her heart rate increase again. “I’m Lauren.”

The two of them exchanged numbers before parting ways to head into work. Lauren couldn’t stop smiling to herself as she got changed and drove towards her office. This woman, with her obvious strength and willingness to compete was the best potential opponent she had found in years.


Part II


The Denver branch of Kinetic Solutions occupied a sleek, modern high-rise that gleamed against the clear blue Colorado sky. Kinetic Solutions was a regional leader in industrial automation solutions, and its office spaces reflected that status – sleek, minimalist, and distinctly masculine. Polished concrete floors gleamed under the harsh overhead lighting, reflecting the muted charcoal tones of the cubicles that stretched endlessly down the hallways.  Stainless steel accents and floor-to-ceiling windows aiming to capture the majesty of the Rockies, did little to soften the atmosphere.

Lauren had discovered her passion in a most unexpected place – a freshman year elective on industrial design.  Professor Hernandez, a wiry woman with a twinkle in her eye, had opened Lauren's eyes to the world where engineering met art. She’d devoured every design principle, every software program Hernandez threw at her.  She loved this field, where the challenge wasn't just making something work, but making it work efficiently and beautifully.

Now, a seasoned design engineer almost ten years into her career, Lauren still reveled in transforming the complex workings of industrial automation into intuitive and aesthetically pleasing interfaces. It was a dance between logic and creativity, a challenge that ignited a spark deep within her.  Every product that rolled off the production line, every satisfied client, was a testament to the power of design and how form could meet function.

But being a woman in this industry wasn’t easy. At every job she had taken she had been met with an initial skepticism. Nine out of every ten people in her field were men, and it sometimes had the feel of a “good old boy’s club”. Her talent however, always eventually silenced the subtle eye rolls, patronizing pats on the head, and the subtle insinuations that she was only hired because she was a woman.

However equal she felt she had become, there were always still reminders that she was different.

Today’s reminder came in the form of her manager, a portly man named Doug with a perpetually worried frown. He had popped into her office a few minutes after she had arrived herself, a peculiar request dangling from his lips.

"Lauren," he'd begun, his voice laced with something that resembled annoyance, "we've got a new transfer coming in from Albuquerque. Maria Alvarez, another mechanical engineer. They wanted you to..." he trailed off, clearing his throat.

Lauren raised an eyebrow.  New employees were typically ushered in by Doug himself, a company tradition meant to establish a sense of hierarchy.  So why Lauren?

Doug coughed again. "Well, you know, Maria's another woman on the team. Figured you two could..."

Lauren had stifled a sigh. Of course. Token women unite.  It wasn't malicious, just a touch clueless on Doug's part.  Still, the prospect of a day spent babysitting a newcomer was less than appealing.

"Sure, Doug," she'd finally said, a tight smile plastered on her face. "Happy to help."

But behind her smile a deeper, more unsettling feeling gnawed at her. Maria Alvarez, another mechanical engineer. The words echoed in her mind, stirring a familiar disquiet. In the vast sea of men, women in their field were a rare breed.  They were constantly compared, their successes and failures held up for scrutiny under a harsh spotlight.  Lauren had carved out a space for herself at Kinetic Solutions, a space she'd earned with blood, sweat, and countless late nights spent hunched over her workstation.  The arrival of another woman, particularly one with a similar background, triggered a primal urge to compete. She often felt insecure in the company of other women in her field if she had not yet determined whether she was the more capable and “badass” engineer or not.

Lauren hated this feeling.  Logically, she knew she should be welcoming, a beacon of support for another woman in a challenging environment.  But the constant pressure to be the "best" woman in the room, the one who shattered glass ceilings and defied expectations, had fostered a deep-seated insecurity. 

A light tap on the doorframe drew Lauren's attention away from her swirling thoughts. A woman stood there, a warm smile curving her lips and a confident glint in her eyes.
She was shorter than Lauren by an inch or so, maybe 5’6 or just a touch shorter. Lauren  could tell that she was fit, although her body was hidden beneath a loose hanging black jacket, and a nice white blouse, tucked into sleek black slacks. Her outfit was similar to Lauren’s own stylish business casual attire. Her hair, a rich chocolate brown, fell in a stylish bob that just brushed her shoulders – short, but still longer than Lauren's sharp blonde pixie cut.

Maria extended a hand, her smile confident. "Maria Alvarez, reporting for duty," she said, her handshake surprisingly firm. A bit too firm to be friendly; there was a subtle challenge in its grip.

Lauren met the pressure head-on, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before it was replaced by a practiced smile. "Lauren Holmes," she returned, releasing Maria's hand a beat too slowly.  "Welcome to the Denver Branch.”

As Maria settled into the chair opposite her desk, Lauren couldn't help but size her up. There was something about the newcomer, a quiet intensity that mirrored Lauren's own. The initial orientation jitters Lauren might have expected were absent.

"So, Albuquerque huh?" Lauren began, opening Maria's file on the onboarding program on her computer. "What brings you to Denver?"

"Same reason as you, I imagine – the chance to work on cutting-edge projects," Maria replied, a hint of amusement dancing in her voice. "Though, the mountains here are definitely a bonus."

Again Lauren felt a flicker of competitiveness. This office was her domain.

As Lauren led her through the office onboarding process on her laptop the two of them chatted casually about their respective professional histories.

Both women had impressive academic backgrounds, graduating with top honors from prestigious engineering programs. Lauren from the University of Michigan, Maria from UCLA. Their early careers had followed similar trajectories – stints at smaller firms, tackling a diverse range of projects that honed their skills in both design and engineering, before being recruited by Kinetic Solutions.

However, the seemingly friendly conversation was peppered with a subtle undercurrent of competition. Lauren casually mentioned a complex project she'd led that resulted in a significant efficiency upgrade.  Maria countered with a story about a design flaw she'd identified in a prototype, saving the company from a costly production run.  Each anecdote was a veiled attempt to establish dominance, a display of technical prowess disguised as pleasant conversation.

The subtext was clear. They were sizing each other up, two wolves circling one another in a professional territory that already felt overcrowded.  Lauren could feel a familiar knot of insecurity tightening in her gut. This was a silent duel, a battle for recognition in a world where women in their field were still an anomaly.

As the morning wore on, the competition grew more evident.  Lauren, showcasing her workstation, highlighted the latest design software she utilized.  Maria, in turn, bragged about her proficiency with a specific coding language that Lauren hadn't yet mastered.  By noon the air was virtually crackling with unspoken tension.

By the time lunch rolled around, the air around Lauren and Maria was thick enough to cut with a knife. The supposed "getting-to-know-you" banter during the orientation had devolved into a series of thinly veiled boasts disguised as small talk. They settled at an outdoor table at a trendy restaurant near the office, the uncommonly warm spring air doing little to thaw the iciness between them.

They sat across from each other, both studiously avoiding eye contact as they sipped  iced tea. The conversation that they forced themselves to make was as awkward and halting as a first date gone horribly wrong. They discussed things to do in Denver. They traded surface level questions about their families and backgrounds.

The silence threatened to engulf them again. Maria shifted in her seat and, seemingly unable to bear the oppressive heat and stifling atmosphere any longer, took off her blazer to reveal a crisp white sleeveless blouse. Lauren's eyes darted down, catching a glimpse of the defined musculature in Maria's arms.  They were toned, athletic – more than Lauren had initially thought. They looked to be extremely similar to her own. Another spark of competitiveness, sharp and unexpected, ignited within her. Maria caught her lingering glance and smirked.

Casually, Maria folded her napkin in her lap.  "Do you work out much, Lauren?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of amusement, a hidden barb perhaps.

Lauren swallowed a defensive retort.  "Actually, yes," she countered, heart beating faster now, fueled by the competitive fire burning in her chest.  "Used to compete in the heptathlon back when I was in college."

Maria's eyebrows shot up in surprise.  Lauren noticed a flicker of something in her eyes, a grudging respect perhaps, or maybe just a raised bar in the silent competition.

"Heptathlon, huh?" Maria said, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Impressive.  I played tennis."  She paused, then added, "Still play occasionally, but mostly do Crossfit now. I try to go at least five times a week.”

The words hung in the air, a challenge disguised as a casual statement.  Lauren felt the heat rise, not just from the scorching sun, but from the sudden urge to prove herself.  She could practically feel the two of them measuring their nonexistent dicks.

“Really? I’ve never done Crossfit, but I take the gym pretty seriously too.”

They lapsed back into an awkward silence, neither quite sure where to go from there. Maria was smiling in a slightly patronizing way, as if she didn’t believe her. The thought that this woman imagined that she had one upped her, that she had somehow scored a point on her, infuriated Lauren.

After around a minute of them eating in silence Lauren took off her own blazer.  Her blouse wasn't sleeveless, but the short sleeves revealed arms that were as solidly built and defined as Maria’s, honed by years of weightlifting. She stretched her arms above her head, subtly flexing the muscles of her arms for Maria’s benefit. She noted with a great deal of satisfaction that the other woman seemed surprised, though she tried not to show it, to find that they were more equal then she thought.

She lowered her arms slowly, as though she were just stretching. Maria met her eyes. Both of them clearly understanding the silent competition they found themselves in.

Back in the office, the late afternoon sun slanted through the windows, casting long shadows across the desks. Both Lauren and Maria had elected to leave their jackets off,  throwing them casually over the chairs in Lauren’s office, despite the fact that the building was somewhat chilly. Lauren couldn't help but steal glances at Maria's arms, the defined muscles hinting at a dedication to fitness that rivaled her own. Her own arms, exposed beneath her short-sleeved blouse, felt like they were burning under Maria's hidden scrutiny. Every subtle flex, every exaggerated reach for a pen, sent a jolt of competitive energy coursing through Lauren.

Their catty banter resumed, again disguised as friendly conversation. Lauren mentioned a recent hike she'd conquered, highlighting the grueling incline. Maria countered with a story about a weekend rock climbing trip, casually dropping in the name of a notoriously difficult route.

With each exchange, the unspoken question hung heavy in the air: who was stronger, who was fitter, who was tougher?

As Lauren took Maria through the intricacies of the company’s new design software program, she couldn't help but let her mind wander as it always did when she found another woman who was on the same ‘level’ as her . They were about the same size, both athletic, both clearly competitive.  The thought, sudden and startling, flashed across her mind: who would win in a wrestling match?  A ridiculous image of them grappling on the office floor, a tangle of limbs and flying software manuals, filled her head. Lauren tried to push the vivid scene out of her mind. She had always resolved never to mix fantasy with her professional life. It just had the potential to turn out so badly. After all, you don’t shit where you eat, right? The risk to reward ratio just didn’t make sense.

And yet she found that, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Would Maria's agility from her tennis days give her an edge over the explosiveness she had honed on the track? Would Lauren's weightlifting program give her an advantage over Maria and her Crossfit regimen? 

As the clock struck five, Lauren stood up, her muscles protesting slightly from a day spent hunched over her computer. Maria, mirroring her movement, offered a tight smile.

"Well, Lauren," she said, extending a hand. "Thanks for showing me the ropes. Looks like I’ll be able to really make a difference here."

Lauren bristled internally at the slight dig. She clasped Maria's hand, both of them squeezing quite hard.

"Looking forward to working with you, Maria," she replied, the words laced with a quiet determination that mirrored the glint in her eyes. "Just remember, these ropes have a tendency to trip up newbies."

“Thanks,” Maria said as the released their handshake. “I guess they can trip anybody up right? I’ll just have to make sure I step over them.”

Their parting jabs hung in the air, a final note in a day filled with hidden barbs and unspoken challenges. As Maria left the office, Lauren sank back into her chair, a single thought echoing in her mind: she could not let this woman get the better of her.


Part III


Weeks bled into one another, and the air at Kinetic Solutions crackled with an energy that Lauren had never known before. Lauren and Maria circled each other warily, both acutely aware of the unspoken rivalry that simmered between them. Their male colleagues, oblivious to the undercurrent of competition, fueled the fire with their unsolicited comments.

"Maria's a sharp one, Lauren," a burly engineer named Hank had boomed one day, clapping Lauren on the shoulder a little too heartily. "You two gals must keep each other on your toes, huh?"

Lauren plastered on a smile, her insides churning. "Something like that," she managed. The implication was clear – they were now the two "gals" to watch, forever measured against each other.

Maria, an extremely competent design engineer, was also clearly a social butterfly, quickly charming the other engineers in the office, even the more reserved and skeptical ones, with her quick wit, impressive ability, and easygoing nature. Lauren watched, frustration simmering in her gut. It rankled that Maria seemed to be embraced so readily, a stark contrast to the year Lauren had spent battling to be taken seriously. She felt like she'd paved the way, only for Maria to waltz in and reap the benefits. What did this woman have that she didn’t? She was more outgoing and bubbly to be sure, but that shouldn’t matter.

As much as she hated it, this perceived advantage pushed Lauren into a state of hyper-vigilance. She redoubled her efforts to maintain her position, adopting a forced cheerfulness around her male colleagues. It felt inauthentic, this desperate attempt to maintain their approval, but the alternative – being seen as the "lesser" woman – was simply unbearable.

As the pressure to prove themselves intensified, Lauren found herself working late more frequently, meticulously refining her designs, pushing the boundaries of functionality and aesthetics. Maria, in turn, refused to back down, determined to prove that she was more than a match for her. This extra level of effort that they both pushed themselves to did nothing to improve their relationship.

Meetings devolved into thinly veiled competitions, each woman vying to present the most innovative solution, the most insightful critique. Lauren and Maria, seemingly on opposite sides of every issue, would spar verbally, dissecting each other's ideas with a brutal surgical precision that occasionally left colleagues shifting uncomfortably. Their presentations, initially focused on the merits of their designs, would inevitably descend into thinly veiled attempts to outdo each other, with displays of technical prowess that bordered on arrogance.

Their attire, once practical, professional, and notably casual, took on a subtly provocative edge. Gone were the comfortable blouses and slacks; both women began favoring outfits that accentuated their impressive builds. Skirts became shorter, pants became tighter, blouses more revealing. Jackets disappeared entirely as each woman showed off her athletic physique to the other, determined to prove that she had the superior body. As the weeks passed both became frustrated by their inability to gain an edge over their newfound rival with either their engineering abilities or their physical appearance.

As annoyed as she was by her, Lauren couldn't deny a strange sense of fascination with Maria. This was the first time she had ever had a colleague who was so much her equal.  One who mirrored the competitive fire that burned within Lauren herself. Their bodies, Lauren continued to notice each day with a mixture of annoyance and intrigue, were eerily similar – toned arms, strong legs, solid cores, a testament to their shared dedication to fitness.

Every stolen glance at Maria, in her form fitting outfits so similar to her own, reignited the lingering wrestling fantasy in Lauren's mind. The image of them grappling, a fierce struggle of strength, will, and strategy, became a recurring daydream.  But the absurdity of it all wasn't lost on her.  As much as she had always wanted to take on another woman in a wrestling match, wrestling a co-worker, one she barely knew, was a recipe for disaster, particularly given their strong feeling of mutual dislike.  Professionalism, she reminded herself sternly, professionalism.


Part IV


Three months of simmering tension, fueled by their passive-aggressive barbs and competitive dressing, culminated in a situation Lauren should have predicted. She and Maria were assigned to co-lead a project – the redesign of the KL-500 control panel, for the automation system of a major car manufacturer. It was a project that had eluded Kinetic Solutions years ago. It was a chance to prove herself, to showcase her design expertise on a grand scale.

Except, she had to do it with Maria.

The news came from Doug, his usually stern face twisted in a smile at the thought of impressing this new client by improving on a project that Kinetic Solutions had once been beaten out for.

"New client, big opportunity," he said happily, shuffling papers on his desk. "Needs a user-friendly interface for their automated assembly system.  Figured a fresh perspective…" he trailed off, his eyes darting between them. 

A beat of stunned silence followed before Lauren forced a smile. "Sure, Doug. Sounds great."  Maria, across the table, offered a similar sentiment, her expression unreadable.

Great. Just great.

The initial team meeting was a disaster; they locked horns from the very start. Lauren, used to leading projects solo, outlined a clear vision for the redesign, a vision heavily influenced by her past successes. Maria, ever the challenger, dissected Lauren's ideas with surgical precision.

"The haptic feedback on these buttons seems unnecessary," Maria argued, her voice laced with a hint of condescension. "It adds complexity to the manufacturing process and might be confusing for end users."

Lauren bristled. "Haptic feedback is a user-friendly feature, Maria. It provides confirmation of button presses and enhances the overall user experience."

"But is it truly essential in this case?" Maria countered, her gaze unwavering. "We need to prioritize functionality."

As the days passed, their constant debates raged on, each point a battle flag planted in the design sand. They argued about color palettes, button placement, even the font size of the instructional labels. Sometimes it felt like they were arguing just for the sake of arguing, the initial focus on the project lost in the quagmire of personal rivalry.

They both found themselves clinging stubbornly to their own ideas, refusing to budge an inch. They each, in turn, became increasingly frustrated by the other’s inflexibility.

One particularly contentious debate centered around the overall aesthetic of the control panel. Lauren envisioned a sleek, minimalist design, all clean lines and muted tones.

"It needs to be modern, Maria," Lauren insisted. "Something that speaks to cutting-edge technology."

"But modern doesn't have to be sterile," Maria countered. "We can incorporate a touch of color, something that reflects the versatility of the product."

They went back and forth, each presentation an increasingly less veiled attempt to dominate the design direction. Lauren showcased sleek, minimalist interfaces, while Maria countered with vibrant prototypes.

By the end of the week, the project was in a state of disarray. Lauren and Maria had a mountain of design options, each one a reflection of their conflicting visions, and none truly capturing the essence of the project. Their initial trepidations had evolved into a suffocating sense of frustration, a feeling that they were both drowning in a sea of their own professional egos.

The days that followed settled into a predictable pattern – every attempt at collaboration devolved into a power struggle, each design decision a battleground.  Lauren found herself constantly on edge, and Maria was obviously feeling the same.

During one particularly heated debate over the optimal color scheme for a progress bar, Lauren found herself staring at Maria, their foreheads practically touching across their work table. The insistent tapping of Maria's heel against the floor was starting to sound like a war drum in Lauren's ears.

What would Maria say if she just threw it out there? If she just got up, pushed aside the table they were working on, and challenged her to have it out right there. Who could say? She might be all for it, she was certainly combative enough.

Lauren couldn’t believe that she was really considering it! The potential for any challenge she made to be poorly received was very high. It wasn’t like things between her and Maria could get much worse, but what if Maria freaked out or something. She did not want to get reported or end up having this get around. A reputation for making physical threats to your coworker seemed like it could be a real career killer.

If only she hadn’t fantasized about wrestling another woman for so long! She just couldn’t get the idea out of her head. She had never met a woman she wanted to come to grips with more than Maria.

The fantasizing was killing her. It was building to the point where she could think of nothing else. She had never had the nerve to actually challenge another woman since she and Rachel had rolled around in college, as badly as she had wanted to a few times. All she had to do was say it, and she would get it out of her head. She would know one way or the other.

She looked up from the table. Maria was still going on about why her vision for the progress bar was the only way that made sense. She could barley hear her over her own thoughts. The Latina woman was leaning over their worktable, hands planted flat on its surface, causing the muscles on her shoulders and triceps to stand to attention. Lauren felt another intense burn of competitive fire course through her.

She heard Maria's voice rise now, her increasing frustration echoing through the small office room. "...and frankly, Lauren, these color swatches are just… lifeless.  The interface needs personality, a pop of something!  This is next-gen robotics, not a filing cabinet reorganization!"

Lauren slammed her laptop shut with a resounding thud that startled Maria mid-rant.  Silence descended, thick and heavy with unspoken tension.  Lauren took a deep breath, her heart pounding against her ribs.  This was it, the moment of truth.

"Look, Maria," she began, her voice surprisingly steady, "I just don't think we're ever going to see eye to eye on this.  What if we… settled it another way?"

Maria blinked, momentarily speechless, obviously caught off guard by the sudden interruption. "Settled it?" she echoed, suspicion creeping into her voice. “Um… ok. What did you have in mind?"

Lauren's palms were slick with sweat, her stomach churned with nervous excitement. She could hear the rush of blood in her ears. Now or never, she thought, taking another deep breath.

"Do you…know how to wrestle?" she heard herself blurt out. The question hung in the air between them.

Lauren watched as a look of genuine shock and surprise planted itself on Maria’s face. “Do I know how to wrestle…uh…no?” She gave Lauren a strange, searching look. “You think we should wrestle?”

Lauren felt the heat rise to her face. She was immediately filled with a feeling of panicked regret. She couldn’t believe she had actually said it, what was she thinking? She had become so lost in her own fantasy that she had just challenged her project co-lead to a wrestling match over an industrial design. She must look like a complete lunatic!

"Oh," she stammered, her voice barely a squeak.  "No, of course not.  I, uh… just saw a video online the other day.  Something about Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, looked like a great workout."

Maria continued to stare at her. She scrambled to try to salvage this situation. "Maybe… maybe we could just settle this by flipping a coin or something?"

Maria was looking down at her hands now. Shit, Lauren thought, what must she be thinking? She'd crossed a line, and now Maria was probably plotting her revenge in HR.
The only sounds in the room were the fans in their laptops and Lauren’s heavy, nervous breath.

It was quiet for a few moments. Lauren was on the verge of saying something, just to break the tension when she heard Maria speak quietly. “No actually. Wrestling sounds good to me.”

Lauren caught her breath, hardly able to believe what she just heard. “Um, what?”

Maria looked up from the table. “If you want to wrestle to decide this,” she responded, a hungry look in her eye, “we can wrestle.”

“Uh, ok. “Are you sure?” Lauren replied, uncertain now.

“Yeah, why not?” Maria responded, appearing more confident by the second, “You’re right, we’re at something of an impasse here. And like you said, it does seems like a good workout.”

Maria paused for a moment, as though she were uncertain what she wanted to say, before continuing. “To tell you the truth I’ve always kind of wondered how I would do if I were to test myself against someone you know, woman to woman.” A grudging half smile broke out on her lips, “And, I mean, I think we’d be pretty damn evenly matched. You don’t know how to wrestle do you? If we’re going to do this it has to be a fair fight.”

Lauren stumbled over her words in her haste to get them out. “No, no I don’t either. It’ll be a fair match. I mean, I roll around with my boyfriend every now and again, but I don’t think that really counts.” She felt her face go beat red.

She was surprised to see Maria give a slight chuckle and shake her head. “Of course. You would like to tussle around with your man, wouldn’t you? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

Lauren looked at her for a moment, confused, before she continued, “Me and my husband do the exact same thing, so I guess neither of us will have an advantage there.”

“Oh!” Lauren replied, laughing awkwardly, “well, I guess it really is a wash then. It’ll be nice to go against someone more my size. James can always just get on top of me and hold me down, if I ever get one on him I know her just let me do it.”

“Oh believe me, I know exactly what you mean.” Maria laughed as well. It felt so strange to sit here giggling with this woman who had been driving her nuts just a few minutes ago.

The two of them were quiet for a moment before the Latina continued. “So, how would we actually do this?”

“Ummm…I don’t know,” Lauren responded, thinking her options over. Maria seemed to be pretty open to a physical contest but still, she didn’t want to come on too strong and make her back out. “Should we maybe just see which one of us can pin the other down? You know, just whoever can hold the other’s shoulders down on the ground for…5 seconds, or 10…wins?”

Maria considered Lauren's suggestion, a thoughtful crease forming between her brows. “Trying to pin each other, huh?" she mused. "That's not a bad idea, keeps things simple. But..." she trailed off, fingertips drumming the table nervously.

"But what?" Lauren prompted, a flicker of disappointment warring with a strange sense of anticipation as she watched Maria’s face.

“But wouldn't it be more interesting," Maria continued, a fierce look creeping into her eyes, "if we see who can get the other to submit?”

Lauren felt a warmth rise to her cheeks. The idea of submissions – of imposing her will onto Maria until she was forced to surrender – sent a jolt through her. It was exactly what she had envisioned during her frequent daydreaming.

"S-submissions?" she stammered, her voice betraying a nervous excitement she couldn't quite control. "Like… chokeholds and stuff?"

“Yeah, chokes, holds… whatever it takes. Except for hitting, pulling hair, stuff like that. Of course, if you don’t think you can handle that we can just stick to pins.” Maria threw her a challenging look.

“Oh I can handle it,” Lauren snapped back, affronted, “if you want to get choked out… well I’m sure you know how much I would love to help you with that.”

She saw Maria smirk in satisfaction. “Perfect. Bring it on.”

A giddy lightness bloomed in Lauren's chest, pushing aside the remnants of her initial embarrassed shock. Maria was actually into this? The woman she'd been locked in a silent battle with for weeks, the woman who'd become a constant source of frustration and, dare she admit it, a feeling of unwelcome obsession, was actually entertaining the idea of a wrestling match. It felt surreal, a scene ripped straight from one of her late-night fantasies.

For years she had fantasized about this moment, and now here it was, in this most unsuspected of settings. She thought of her hotel room roll-around with Rachel; her contrived run ins at the gym. How close she had come, only to be disappointed. But Maria? Maria's confident stance, the glint in her eyes as she proposed they battle for a submission – Lauren could tell from her body language alone that this wouldn't be a one-sided affair. This was going to be a real test, a chance to finally pit her strength and skill against another woman who wouldn't hold back. How funny that the one time the two of them see eye to eye it was about them battling each other. A nervous thrill danced along Lauren's spine. This was insane, completely out of bounds for a professional setting, but the only thing Lauren could feel was a sense of liberation.

“I guess the only question now is,” she heard Maria say, “is where we should do this.”

Thankfully Lauren’s fantasizing meant that she already had something in mind.

"Actually," she offered, trying to sound casual even though her insides were buzzing with excitement, "the gym I go to has a matted room.  They do gymnastics classes in there sometimes, but I'm pretty sure you can reserve the room for private use. How about tomorrow?  I’m assuming Saturday works for you?”

Maria grimaced. “Shit, actually Saturday wouldn't work for me," she said apologetically. "My husband's family is coming into town."

Lauren's heart sank a little. "Oh, of course," she said, “well I guess we could…”

But before Lauren resign herself to waiting, Maria surprised her again. “However," she interrupted, clearly excited, "Sunday is a possibility.  Labor Day weekend, remember?  My husband's actually going on a fishing trip with his dad and brother back to New Mexico. They won't be back until Monday night."

Lauren couldn't believe her ears.  Sunday worked even better!  Labor Day meant they both had Monday off, plenty of time to recover from… whatever it was they were going to do.

"Really?" Lauren blurted out, unable to contain her excitement.  "That sounds perfect!  Actually," she continued, hesitantly at first, "we could even do it at my place. I have a decent amount of floor space…"

Maria chuckled, shaking her head. "I just remembered, there's a better option.  My husband likes to work out at home, so we have this whole room… anyway he has these big mats that would be perfect for us. That way we wouldn’t just have to roll around the floor or worry about people walking in on us.

"Your house?" she asked, a bit uncertain again. She wasn’t sure she wanted to take this woman on on her own ‘turf’ so to speak. "Are you sure your husband wouldn't mind?”

“Ha, yeah, I’m pretty sure he won’t mind two women wrestling it out with each other on his matts.” Maria gave another little smile, “and anyway, he’ll be miles away catching trout!” "So come on, do we have a deal?  Sunday morning, my house, winner gets design control up to the initial presentation.”

Lauren stared at Maria, a brutal mix of excitement and nervousness churning in her stomach.

“Deal.” She said as the two of them shared another firm handshake, staring challengingly into each other’s eyes.




Part V


Sunday morning dawned bright and crisp, the air carrying the barest hint of autumn's approach. She knew it would be a hot day, but the morning air was nice and cool. Lauren gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, her knuckles white against the black leather, as she navigated the highway west of the city towards Arvada, the leafy suburb where Maria lived. Every muscle in her body vibrated with a nervous energy that she had been struggling to contain since Friday. It seemed like the butterflies that had taken root in her stomach had started doing aerobics classes.  Every muscle in her body seemed to vibrate with anticipation.

Her mind had replayed the scene in the office room a dozen times, each time savoring the thrill of the unexpected challenge.  The thought of finally wrestling another woman was sending a current of electricity through her.  Years of fantasizing were finally coming to fruition.

Her boyfriend, bless his clueless heart, had been curious about her sudden burst of energy.  "Meeting a new client?" he'd asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.  Lauren had simply smiled and mumbled something about "catching up with a girlfriend."  There was no way she could explain this, not without sounding completely insane.

Finally, the GPS announced her arrival at Maria's address.  Lauren pulled into a quiet cul-de-sac, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs.  She took a deep breath, trying to force some semblance of calm. This was crazy. After years of harboring this secret fantasy, it was actually happening.

The house that greeted her was far grander than she'd envisioned.  Two stories of gleaming brick sprawled across a manicured lawn, a stark contrast to Lauren's own modest apartment.  A pang of self-consciousness flickered through her, quickly overshadowed by a surge of determination. “I’ll show this uppity bitch,” she thought to herself. Who care’d who had the better house? This was about who was the better woman.

Lauren parked her car in Maria’s driveway, took another deep breath, and steeled herself. It was time. With a determined glint in her eye, she straightened her clothes, exited the car, and marched towards the imposing front door.

The door swung open, revealing Maria in a fitted grey sports bra and black yoga pants. The athletic wear accentuated Maria's toned physique, a stark contrast to the tailored suits she usually wore to the office. Lauren couldn't help but stare for a beat, a flicker of something akin to surprise crossing her own face before she quickly looked away.

An awkward silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the distant chirping of birds.  Lauren cleared her throat, forcing a smile.

"Hey," she managed, her voice a touch higher than usual.

Maria seemed to shake off a similar nervousness. "Lauren, right on time," she replied, her voice surprisingly warm.  "You sure you're still up for this?"

Lauren swallowed hard. There was no turning back now. "Absolutely," she declared, trying to project a confidence she didn't entirely feel.

Maria stepped aside, ushering Lauren into the house. The interior was a tasteful blend of modern design and comfortable living. Sunlight streamed through large windows, illuminating plush couches and a gleaming open kitchen.  As they walked deeper into the house, a framed diploma hanging on the hallway wall caught Lauren's eye.  "Dr. Miguel Alvarez," it read.  Maria's husband must be a doctor. That would explain the house.

Following Maria's lead, Lauren found herself at the back of the house.  Gone was the image of a dark, basement gym she'd conjured up in her head. Instead, a bright and airy room awaited them. Floor-to-ceiling windows on the far wall offered a panoramic view of a nature trail and a lush green expanse beyond. The space was well-equipped, with a gleaming set of weights in one corner, an exercise bike gathering dust in another, and various resistance bands hanging from a rack.  But it was the section closest to the window that truly captured Lauren's attention.  Sunlight spilled onto a section of thick, shiny, interlocking mats, forest green and smelling faintly of rubber, which spanned from wall to wall and covered roughly a third of the room.

Without another word Maria stepped over to the mat, she peeled off her sneakers and socks as she did so before stepping barefoot onto the shiny green surface and began to stretch. Lauren, momentarily surprised at her abruptness, watched, then mirrored her action, her own shoes and socks landing beside Maria's with a soft thud. The coolness of the mat spread through her toes. She watched as Maria stretched across the mat from her, every twist or bend clearly designed to show her body off to her. She felt her nervousness wash away as a rush of competitiveness ran into her.

“So, Alvarez?" she called out, her voice laced with a snide edge that surprised even her. “Ready to admit that you don’t know shit about design?”

Maria's eyes narrowed.  "You’re the one who challenged me Lauren," she shot back, her voice dripping with anger,  “all because you were just too jealous to let me shine at all.”

The air crackled with hostility. The brief camaraderie they’d shared on Friday now totally evaporated.

"Oh please," Lauren scoffed.  "From the moment you strolled into the office, it was all 'look at me, I'm the design guru.’ You were always trying to prove that you were so much better than me. But I think we both know that the only reason you landed the job was because you “charmed” the pants off every single guy in the office."

Maria's face flushed a deep crimson.  "I charmed my way in?" she spat, her voice tight with anger.  "You’re delusional, Lauren.  I had the skills and the experience.  You, on the other hand, were so comfortable with your little queen bee routine, that you just couldn't handle a little competition.  Couldn't handle the thought that another woman might be  better than you at something."

Lauren's jaw clenched.  "Better than me?" she retorted, her voice rising with each word.  "Don't make me laugh!  If it wasn't for all that… friendliness with the higher-ups, you wouldn't have lasted a week.  No, when everything else is stripped away, I'm twice the engineer, and twice the woman you are!"

“Oh…” Maria gasped, so flustered she could barely speak. “You, you…you bitch!”
“You know what!”

Lauren’s eyes just about rolled out of her skull as she watched Maria grab the bottom of her sports bra and pull it up over her head, leaving her tits to slap back against her chest. Her breath hitched in her throat. Her mind, caught off guard, struggled to process the image before her. Maria stood there, bathed in the soft light filtering through the windows, her upper body completely bare. The sight sent a jolt through Lauren, a mix of surprise and a strange, unfamiliar heat that pooled in the pit of her stomach. Her mouth fell open as she watched the other woman place a hand against the wall and strip off her yoga pants and her panties before turning back to face Lauren, wearing nothing but the hair on her head.

“That stripped down enough for ya, you jealous whore?” Maria sneered at her. Lauren just stared at her, jaw literally lolling open, hardly able to believe what she was seeing. “Come on, you gonna show me that you’re twice the woman I am, or what?”

Lauren could barley think. She had been shocked that Maria had even been open to the idea of a wrestling match, and now she was standing in front of her, naked as the day she was born, her clothing thrown haphazardly to the floor, with her hands on her hips in a silent challenge, and here eyes shining with a triumphant light. That look in her eyes inflamed Lauren. Maria was convinced this would throw her off. On occasion she and the women who inhabited her fantasies had stripped down like this, but even in her wildest dreams she had never thought this element of her daydreams would ever really happen. She hated to admit it to herself, but she was intimidated. But no. She had to banish those thoughts from her mind. She couldn’t let Maria one-up her. It would be an admission of defeat, a surrender before the fight even began. How would she ever face her in the office again?

“You really think that’s going to make me back down Maria?” she shot at her. “If you wanna do this naked I am more than up for it, just don’t complain when you get mat burn on those saggy tits.”

She gave a satisfied smirk when she saw the enraged look on Maria’s face. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she forced her hand to move. With a self-consciousness that felt raw and unfamiliar, she mirrored Maria's actions. Her fingers fumbled with the clasp of her sports bra, her heart hammering against her ribs like a frantic bird trapped in a cage.  Finally, the bra came loose, falling to join its counterpart on the floor.

Her hands, slick with nervous sweat, moved on to her leggings. Each article of clothing she removed, felt like the shedding of another barrier, professional or otherwise, that remained between them. She took another deep breath, closed her eyes and slid her underwear off, throwing them down beside her leggings.

She felt exposed, raw. She could feel the late morning light warm her skin, but she was still covered in goosebumps. She felt her nipples harden as well, swelling into jutting points. She opened her eyes. Maria was staring at her with a hungry look.

In the raw, primal space they now occupied, clothing discarded like shed skin, Lauren's gaze devoured Maria's form with an intensity that eclipsed everything else.  The professional rivalry, the design clash – all faded into the background.  Here, in the primacy of their nakedness, only the physicality of it all mattered.

As she drank in Maria’s body she was once again taken with how similar they were. Both were around the same height – Lauren probably an inch taller than Maria’s 5'6.
Their weights looked as though they hovered around the same mark, 140 pounds of toned muscle and athletic prowess, their frames carrying the sculpted definition of dedicated gym routines. Maria’s muscles looked as defined and powerful as Lauren’s own. Even their chests appeared to boast the same C-cup size, although a begrudging part of Lauren admitted Maria's might be a just a hair larger. In spite of her previous taunt, neither of their bosoms seemed to sag much at all. The athletic roundness of Maria's buttocks was also strikingly similar to Lauren's own. She noticed with a gulp that both of them had shaven their pubic hair off.

There were differences though. Maria's dark hair was sculpted into a chic bob, framing her face with a sophisticated polish, in contrast to Lauren’s shorter, blonde pixie cut. Lauren’s skin was a creamy white shade inherited from her ancestors in the British Isles, while Maria's held the warmth of sun-kissed caramel.

There was nothing more to say or do.

Maria began to circle Lauren, her movements fluid and predatory. Her eyes, narrowed slits, followed Lauren's every twitch with a feline intensity. Lauren crouched low, mirroring Maria's stance. She began to circle as well, not allowing Maria to close the distance between them. Muscles tensed and released, a silent conversation passed between them in the tense quiet. Their breaths came in shallow pants, the only sound in the room besides the rhythmic thud of their bare feet on the mat.

The two of them circled each other, each feigning lunges at the other. Their hands would make contact and sometimes one would even make contact with the other’s arm or shoulder, but they would quickly retreat, neither one willing to enter a committed engagement. It was clear both of them were tiring of this game of cat and mouse, but neither seemed to know how to proceed.

Lauren decided to end it. She stopped circling, planting both feet firmly in the middle of the mat and raising both hands in a clear challenge. Maria looked relieved as she took a few quick steps forward and clasped Lauren’s hands with her own, shoving against her with all her strength. Their knuckles turned white.

Due to the fact that she had some momentum behind her, Maria was able to push Lauren back until she was almost against the opposite wall. Lauren countered, digging her heels in and straining against Maria's hold.

“Looks like all those 'likes' on your gym selfies haven't translated into any real muscle," Maria grunted as Lauren was bent back. "Maybe you should spend less time posing and more time lifting."

Lauren gritted her teeth, channeling the barb into fuel, shoving back into Maria’s hands with everything she was worth. Maria was driven back a step

"Oh yeah," Maria groaned out, still taunting despite her clear exertion, "I can tell you've been hitting those weights real hard lately. Like, maybe once a week, hard."

A surge of anger flared in Lauren's chest, momentarily eclipsing the burn in her straining muscles.  With a mighty groan, she dug deep, pushing back with all her might.  Inch by agonizing inch, she forced Maria back to the center of the mat.

A desperate groan came from Maria as she was forced back. Lauren was feeling the burn of triumph when Maria suddenly ripped her hands from hers in a swift downward motion and charged into her, driving her chest firmly into Lauren’s. Lauren gasped, shocked by the feeling of Maria’s bare breasts being slammed into her own. The way their respective pairs were rubbing distracted her for a moment. She felt embarrassed at how hard her nipples were. She could feel Maria’s nipples digging right into her breasts, so Maria must have been able to feel hers.

Lauren quickly regained her focus as she pushed down her embarrassment, just in time to halt Maria’s momentum driven drive before she ran her back into the wall. She planted her left foot on the wall behind her and pressed off, managing to push the two of them back near the center of the room.

Lauren heard Maria groan as she squeezed their bodies together, their tits compressed and the Latina woman’s head leaned back, teeth gritted against Lauren’s bearhug. Lauren suddenly felt the other woman’s hands slip down to her waist and dig into her butt cheeks. She yelped in shock, unsure of just what the hell Maria was doing before she felt the other woman lean back and her own feet leave the ground, as Maria hoisted her up and tried to dump her on the ground.

Desperate to stay on her feet she squeezed her arms as tightly as she could around Maria, preventing her from lifting her very high. When her feet touched the ground again, she thrust out her left leg for better balance, and tried to slip her right leg between Maria’s, trying to trip her down to the mat. She got her knee behind Maria’s and almost succeeded in pulling her down before Maria managed to raise her leg and avoid her trip.

She felt Maria’s hands cupping her armpits, trying to shove her arms up over her head. When it became clear that this attempt was going nowhere she abandoned it and wrapped Lauren in a bearhug of her own.

They were locked in a tight embrace, bodies pressed flush against each other. The heat radiating from their skin intensified, a furnace fueled by exertion and a strange, simmering tension. Lauren could feel the ridges of Maria's back muscles beneath her skin, a testament to her dedication to the gym.

Sweat ran down Lauren’s face, stinging her eyes. Groans rumbled in both of their chests, a primal language of exertion and barely suppressed pain. Muscles screamed in protest, each squeeze a silent battle for dominance. They shifted their weight, searching for an opening, a way to gain leverage.  Their legs pressed against each other slick skin and straining muscles battling back and forth. Their struggle became a clumsy dance across the mat, each woman attempting to gain leverage, to break free from the suffocating embrace. They stumbled and swayed, their bare feet struggling to find stability on the already somewhat sweat-slick mat.

Trapped in their suffocating bear hug, they stumbled across the mat, a stumbling, grunting dance of exertion. Lauren, in a sudden burst of strength, managed to shove Maria backwards until her naked back smacked into the large window looking out over the nearby trail.

She heard Maria wince at the sudden feeling of cold glass on her skin, but Maria reacted more quickly than she anticipated, using her momentum against her and turning the two of them so that Lauren’s back was pressed into the window.

They struggled against each other, breasts jostling for position between them. Maria was shoving her up against the cold window, forcing her up onto her toes. This awkward position left her unable to exert very much force back onto her opponent and as such it was all she could do just to resist Maria’s attack. She began to panic as she felt the Latina woman’s arms squeezing the breath from her with much more force than she could match.

As she felt herself becoming quickly overpowered in their mutual squeeze, Lauren decided that she needed to free herself. She released her hug and pressed the palm of her hand into Maria’s jaw, forcing her neck back until she was looking at the ceiling. She felt the other woman’s arms start to loosen.

“Fucking… bitch!” She heard Maria groan out through her teeth as her head was forced backwards. Lauren kept pushing as she felt the other woman start to slide off of her.

She felt Maria’s arms release her sooner than she expected. She fell forward, pressing against nothing but air as Maria whirled to the side of her, throwing her arms around her neck and locking her into a side headlock, forcing her head down.

“Like the view?” Maria taunted, as Lauren’s face was forced into her left tit.

Maria tugged at her head and neck, trying to fling her to the ground. Lauren stumbled and was almost thrown down, but managed to catch herself by shoving a balancing hand against Maria’s lower back, just above the curve of her buttocks.

The two of them stumbled around the mat as Maria struggled to toss her over and Lauren battled to stay on her feet. Lauren managed to grab onto Maria’s elbow and start working her arm off from around her head, still pushing on her lower back with her right hand. Her lips ran along Maria’s breast as her head slipped back and out. She heard Maria groan in despair as she worked her way free.

With her hands still on Maria’s back and arm she shoved the other woman down, forcing Maria into a pike position as she was forced to catch herself with her hands to stop her head from being slammed into the mat.
Eager to capitalize on Maria’s sudden vulnerability, Lauren hopped onto the other woman’s back, getting Maria in something of a half nelson with her right arm while her left hand planted itself on Maria’s left shoulder to stabilize her. She planted her left foot firmly on the ground while picking up her right foot and wrapping it around Maria’s right leg, hooking her foot behind her knee. Her tits pressed firmly into the other woman’s back. Maria’s butt was pushed against her crotch.

She wasn’t entirely sure what to do from here, half standing and half riding on Maria’s back. Maria, however, didn’t quite seem to know what to do either. It felt wrong to just sit still, so they each gave some token shifts of their bodies, jostling each other lightly as they stayed there catching their breath. Lauren was quite happy to let Maria carry some of her weight as they stalled in this awkward position.

Suddenly Lauren felt herself lurch violently as Maria started tilting and jerking forward, trying to toss her over her shoulders. Lauren held on tightly as her standing foot was actually pulled off the floor twice. When it happened a third time she jumped onto Maria’s back with all her weight. The two of them collapsed into a pile on the mat as Maria was driven down onto her knees

Maria tried to push herself up but Lauren shimmied her way higher on her torso, driving the Latina’s elbows back into the ground, leaving her in a crawling position with Lauren hanging on her back. Keeping her half nelson locked in with her right arm, Lauren reached under Maria with her left hand, looking to secure a more stable position. She grabbed for anything, and anything of course ended up being her hanging tits. She felt the other woman’s soft tissue bunch between her fingers and her engorged nipple press into her palm.

Maria yelped out in surprise and pain. “Get off my tit, you fucking bitch!”

Lauren hadn’t actually meant to grab her breast, but she decided to double down.

“You’re the one who wanted to fight naked, slut! What did you expect?” She dug her fingers even harder, shaking the tit in her hand for emphasis. Another yelp escaped Maria’s lips.

At this Maria started to thrash around, desperate to escape from Lauren. Lauren struggled to maintain her mount on her opponent, but eventually found herself rolling to the right as Maria forced them both onto their sides. Their bodies smacked down against the carpet with thud. Maria managed to roll halfway on top of her, pinning her right arm beneath her leg. The back of her right shoulder ground into Lauren’s tits and her own right breast pushed into Lauren’s face as she wrapped her arm around Lauren’s head again, squeezing firmly. 

Lauren bucked wildly with her hips, and shoved against Maria’s hard, sweaty abs with her lower free hand. She felt the Latina’s body raise up off of her, and for a moment she thought she had bucked her off before Maria flipped her body and thrusted herself down onto her, driving a rush of air from her as her belly drove into the blonde’s tits. Lauren’s legs and hips quickly dropped back down to the floor as she abandoned trying to bridge out from under Maria’s body, instead grabbing for the other woman’s head with her hands. Lauren began shoving roughly against it as her feet started to petal against the mat, trying to work herself out from under Maria, or at least bring their bodies even.

She was able to get her knee and shin between the two of them as they wrestled. She planted her feet on Maria’s raised hips and pushed off, sliding herself forward and bringing them roughly to eye level. Before Maria could react, she planted her right foot and bridged hard, managing to roll into her. 

Lauren got to a seated position before Maria flung her arms around her, crushing her in another bear hug that was swiftly returned, before they slammed down onto their sides.

Their legs and feet immediately began to fight for top position as their hips continually bumped into one another, both of them trying to put the other woman on her back. Lauren began to feel a heat in her loins that she hadn’t anticipated, despite her constant fantasies.

They squeezed each other tightly not that either of them could put too much strength into the hug from the where they were laying. Their breasts compressed against each other, fighting their own battle in the space between them, swelling and retreating with each breath.

Both of them were putting everything they had into pinning the other, or squeezing them into submission. Every bit of their bodies seemed to be warring against the other’s. Their arms and legs squeezed, their asses and cores flexed. Their feet battled to subdue each other. They coiled together as tightly as two snakes mating, their bodies starting to glow with sweat as their rolling became more frantic and the mat beneath them became slick. Lauren could smell mint on Maria’s breath as they panted into each other’s faces, foreheads bumping against each other as they rolled. Lauren squeezed  her viciously, managing to roll her onto her back. Grinding and flexing, she tried to crush the air out of Maria’s lungs, and dominate her legs with her own as her weight bore down into the caramel skinned woman. Maria pulled her head back, teeth gritting in effort as she struggled against her.  The expression on her face a mixture of exertion, desperation, and a hint of something else Lauren couldn’t place. Maria groaned as she put all her effort into heaving Lauren off her, rolling both back onto their sides.

As Lauren felt Maria’s muscular limbs squeeze at her she felt a level of satisfaction she had never felt before. This was what she had wanted. This competition, this struggle between equals. No wonder she always gravitated towards the most challenging workouts, the ones that left her muscles screaming and her lungs begging for mercy. It wasn't just about aesthetics or a sculpted physique. It was about pushing herself physically, to feel the burn of effort, the ache of reaching her limits – and maybe even pushing past them.  And she craved being pushed back just as hard. The thought of victory over an equal opponent, someone who could match her strength and tenacity, was exhilarating. But here on the mat, even the thought of defeat felt strangely thrilling. It was all part of the dance, the brutal ballet of dominance and submission.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Maria trapped Lauren’s left leg between her own, straightening her legs and locking her ankles in order to capture her leg. Lauren didn’t quite know what she aimed to accomplish with this, but, not wanting to be disadvantaged, mirrored her Latina opponent, locking her ankles to hold Maria’s left leg.

She felt Maria’s muscular quad press firmly into her vagina just as she felt the shaven remnants of Maria’s pubic hair scrape against her own thigh. She felt the other woman’s sharp intake of breath against her cheek and heard herself respond with a gasp of her own.

Lauren’s entire body froze and she felt Maria’s do the same. She saw Maria’s eyes go wide and then narrow into a fierce glare as she began to grind her leg into Lauren’s crotch. She immediately felt a more intense heat begin to emanate from her groin and a flush run up her body to her face. She quickly responded in kind, rubbing and flexing her thigh as much as her rival’s constricting legs allowed her to. She heard Maria moan softly, as though she were trying to hold it in, as her thigh fondled the Latina’s moistening labia.

Lauren didn’t know what they were doing at this point, where they still wrestling or where they fucking? All Lauren knew was that she was desperate to win.

This couldn't be real, could it? Here she was, locked in a desperate struggle on the mat, her bare skin slick against Maria's as they strained against each other. Each of them was having their pussy rubbed by the other’s muscular thigh. This – this raw, brutal struggle with Maria, a woman she'd spent months competing with in the sterile confines of the office – it was happening. It was everything she'd fantasized about in those stolen moments, the secret daydreams of wrestling a worthy opponent, a woman who could push her to the absolute limit.

She felt Maria’s clit swell as it pressed into her leg and knew that her own was just as engourged. She started to rub more frantically as the frequency of Maria’s moaning increased. Maria matched her stroke for stroke. Lauren could no longer tell whether or not they were even resisting each other anymore, whether they were humping each other’s legs or trying to pull away.

Lauren poured it on harder and faster. She could see that Maria’s eyes rolled back and it she was biting her lip. Suddenly she felt Maria release her hug and unlock her ankles. Lauren felt a triumphant fire flare in her chest, that is until she felt Maria’s fist smack sharply into her muscular flank. She felt the palm of Maria’s other hand push her chin back as more punches slapped against her side. She groaned, furious at the fact that Maria was punching her now. She briefly tried to resist being pushed back, before giving it up as pointless and releasing her own grasp on Maria, shoving off the other woman’s shoulders as they pushed away from each other.

She quickly sprang up to her knees and, seeing Maria laying flat on her back, flung herself at the other woman before she could get up, determined to smash her into the mat. She saw a panicked light in Maria’s eyes as she scrambled away from her on her hands and butt. Lauren soon caught her however and lunged down, only to have her lunging body sharply halted as Maria raised her feet and caught her in the chest, holding her back at legs length. Maria immediately tried to kick-shove her back away from her but Lauren quickly grasped forward, latching onto Maria’s forearms and wrists, pulling herself into her pushing legs. After a second she released Maria’s right forearm and buried her left hand into Maria’s bob cut hair, tugging sharply. If this bitch wanted to turn this into a catfight, Lauren figured she better pay her back in kind.

“Bitch!” Maria screamed out in pain. Lauren felt the other woman’s right foot leave her chest. She then felt it being planted firmly on her face, pressing off just as hard. She continued to pull in, groaning as her neck was bent and her face pushed. She felt Maria’s toes crawling up her cheek. Her top lip was curled back and her cheek was smushed upwards. Her eye closed as Maria’s foot was now pressing the length of her face. She let out a noise halfway between a groan and a yell, refusing to give in. She pushed off the mat harder with her own feet, driving her body down into Maria’s leg and forcing the knee of the Latina’s pushing leg back into her own breast.

“When I…get on top of you…bitch,” she grunted out, “you’re going to eat my pussy!” Where the hell had that come from?

“Get on top of me?” Maria growled, teeth gritted against the pain in her scalp, “bitch I’ve been holding you down this whole time!”

They continued to struggle against each other, Lauren pulling at Maria and Maria pushing at her. Eventually realizing that just pulling herself into Maria’s foot wasn’t getting her anywhere, Lauren brought her left leg leg up higher, driving forward and planting her foot beside Maria’s hip to give her better balance. She released Maria’s hair and used her now free hand to grab the Latina woman’s heel and push her foot up and off her face.

She quickly let go of Maria’s forearm with her other hand and garbed onto the backs of her legs as they flew in the air as the other woman’s pressing foot slipped free. She shoved forward with all her weight and heard Maria shriek as she forced her into a reverse somersault that ended with Maria lying flat on the floor, chest down, and Lauren mounted on her lower back facing her legs.

“Thought you were stronger than me bitch?” Lauren taunted. She bore down into Maria’s back with all her weight, relishing the groan she extracted from the other woman’s lips. The dominant position which she found herself in, was turning her on more than she could imagine, and the way that Maria’s sweaty back was wriggling against her pussy was certainly not lessening the sensation. Lauren’s primal urge to dominate this woman, to force her submit, burned through her.

She looked at Maria’s legs writhing in front of her, watched as her muscular ass pulsated just below her own hips. Lauren brought her right hand cracking down sharply on Maria’s shapely butt cheek, and felt a rush of satisfaction as she watched it jiggle.

“Arghh!” She heard Maria yell beneath her. “Get off of me you fucking whore!”

Lauren responded by slapping her ass again, bringing out a light pink tinge on her caramel flesh. Maria shrieked in rage and pushed herself up onto her hands. Her sudden movement combined with their sweat soaked bodies meant that Lauren was thrown fairly easily from her unsecured mount, falling off Maria and to the side.

Lauren spun around on all fours, facing Maria, both of them on their hands and knees, crawling around absurdly with their tits hanging down below them. Almost simultaneously the two of them lunged at each other, immediately descending in to a tangle of limbs and sweat, a chaotic blur absent any real attempt at technique, on the sun-drenched mats. They tumbled around the mats, trading top position in a frantic blur of arms and legs as they tussled. This was practically resembling an oil wrestling match now, as they slid around the mat and each other. Their skin was now so slippery that it was difficult to grab. Their fingers dug deep into each others muscles as they battled for any kind of grip or control, but any attempt to hold a position quickly became an uncontrollable tumble. The heat between them was becoming intense, and they were both sucking in air.

As they slipped around, Lauren heard how heavily they were breathing and threw her hand forward, palm flat, covering Maria’s mouth with a tight seal and pinching her nose shut between her thumb and forefinger.  The unexpected move caught Maria off guard.  She tried to wrench her face away, but Lauren's grip, fueled by adrenaline, held firm. Maria's eyes widened in panic, the fight momentarily forgotten as the primal need for air took over.

But Maria wasn't one to give in easily. Reacting with lightning speed, she mirrored Lauren's move, her own hand slapping over Lauren's face, cutting off her air supply. It was as if their minds shut off and their primal instincts took control. Lauren would not have been able to recount the next few minutes if she was forced to, as the two of them rolled across the mat, in a grotesque tangle as their bodies writhed together and their faces purpled and contorted beneath smothering hands.

Gasps turned into choked moans, their aggression giving way to desperation. The mats  offered little traction to begin with, and the sweat left behind by their frantic struggles did not help. Lauren's vision swam at the edges, spots dancing before her eyes.  She found herself on top of Maria, sitting on her stomach. One of Maria’s arms was pinned beneath her leg and the other was still smothering her airways, just as the other woman was doing to her. She reached down with her free hand and grabbed the other woman’s left breast, digging her fingers into her areola and the surrounding flesh.

She felt Maria let loose a muffled scream against her hand. The Latina bucked beneath her like a wild horse sending their sweat soaked bodies flopping around. She released her smothering hand from Lauren’s nose and mouth and instead wrapped her fingers into Lauren’s short pixie cut hair, pulling her head down towards her waist.

Lauren let out a choked scream of her own as Maria’s legs shot up and around her head. Maria fell back onto her back, extending her legs and locking her ankles. Lauren’s chin was just a few inches from her glistening crotch as she thrashed around on her knees in front of her.
 
She grabbed onto her thighs, trying to pull them apart but Maria was squeezing her legs so hard around her head that she couldn’t come close to getting them apart. She could hear that Maria was saying something, but she had no idea what, as the Latina’s muscular thighs pressed against her ears.

Lauren threw her legs back, dropping to the floor flat on her chest. She felt Maria drop onto her own shoulder, swinging around to grab her leg and pull herself into Lauren’s side, so her chest was even with Lauren’s belly.

She felt Maria’s fingers slide into her moist folds. The Latina’s other hand was still buried in her hair and she loosened her head scissor slightly, just enough for her grabbing hand to pull Lauren’s face firmly into her sopping pussy. Lauren couldn’t believe what was happening. She felt her own hips buck and push, almost against her will, as she thrusted her hips frantically against Maria’s fingers as they circled her clit and plunged rapidly in and out of her. She slapped desperately against Maria’s thigh as she felt her body shudder and her orgasm rip through her.

Maria’s thighs loosened a bit more and Lauren pulled her head an inch back from Maria’s crotch. “UGGHHH!” She groaned out, “I’m done! I’m done! Please let me go!”

She felt Maria’s thighs spring apart as the other woman let her go and scooted away from her. Lauren rolled onto her back, writhing and spasming involuntarily as the after effects of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced coursed through her.

As she was blinking the spots out of her eyes she felt the Latina woman climb onto her, pinning her arms beneath her legs and planting herself on Lauren’s chest. She looked up into Maria’s face. She was covered in sweat and her skin was red and blotchy. Her hair was in a state of total disarray. She looked down into Lauren’s eyes with the fierce and primal light of triumph. She flexed her arms for Lauren’s benefit, displaying her impressive biceps.

“Weak bitch! I told you you couldn’t get on top of me!” Maria growled. “But what did you say I would do if you did? Oh yes, I remember now.”

She scooted forward forcing her soaking pussy into Lauren’s face. Lauren had little choice and she soon felt the Latina woman trembling on top of her, moaning as her tongue worked at her. She felt the other woman start to shake and before she knew it, Maria was screaming out in an explosive orgasm of her own.

The other woman immediately rolled off of her, and they lay a few feet apart, both on their backs, drenched in sweat, staring at the ceiling, panting hard.


Part VI


Lauren’s head was still pounding from the squeezing Maria had given it and the orgasm that had been torn from her. She had lost. She could hardly believe it. Maria, this woman who had challenged her position in the office, had bested her on the wrestling mat. She had fantasized about this moment for so long, and now that it had come, she had fallen short. She blinked as tears of frustration and humiliation welled in her eyes. She wanted to look over at the other woman laying beside her, but she couldn’t make herself do it.

After a few moments she heard Maria get up. She closed her eyes, unable to bear the idea of Maria seeing her tears. She listened as the other woman walked around the room a bit before crossing the gym and walking out the door. She heard her footsteps on the staircase down the hall.

She bolted up, rushing to her pile of clothing and starting to pull it on as quickly as she could. She left her underwear off, just pulling on her leggings. She pulled her shoes on with no socks, and she was pretty sure her shirt was on backwards.

She hurried to the door, looking frantically down the hall to make sure Maria hadn’t come back downstairs, and then rushed to the front door, hopped into her car, and sped off.

She drove around the corner, stopping in a the parking lot of a public park to adjust her clothing so that she was dressed properly. From there she drove to her gym, eyes still teary as she went in and slipped into the swimsuit she always kept in her gym bag. She couldn’t go home, not yet, not like this.

Not many people were in the gym, this being the Sunday before Labor Day, and the hot tub in the room beside the pool was empty. As she soaked in the warm water she felt some of the aches and pains begin to leave her muscles. As she laid her head back on the tub’s rim to stare at the ceiling her mind raced. She had lost a few track meets in her career, but she had never before felt that she had been bested by another woman, not like this. She didn’t know how to feel. Part of her was miserable that she’s lost, but another part of her… well, it was all she could do to hold back from touching herself under the water.

And what was she supposed to do now? She had just had a naked wrestling match with her workplace rival, who had somehow managed to defeat her. She knew that this had been a bad idea, for all she knew Maria would go to HR, or even just tell someone else in the office. And even if she didn’t… it wasn’t like Lauren could just quit her job. It was her dream job in many ways, and how could she explain that to her boyfriend… to anyone? But how was Lauren supposed to face Maria in the office again, after the other woman had forced her to submit?

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and trying to focus on the sound of the hot tub’s bubbles.

The End

[Doc Holliday]

Tangled Ambitions Part II- The Better Woman

Part I


Maria groaned as the bar inched away from her chest.

“Come on! Come on!” cried out the voice of the woman standing just above her as she lay on the bench. “You got this!”

Maria groaned even louder as she locked out her arms and let the bar fall back onto the rack.

She let out a cry of success as she stood up.

“That’s right baby! 185lbs.” said Grace as she gave her a jubilant high five. “How much does that bitch even weight? 140? You are so going to kick her ass again!”

Maria grinned. Grace’s enthusiasm was infectious.

She had met Grace just over five months ago, following what was one of the more unusual occurrences of her life. It had all started when she took a transfer with her company, Kinetic Solutions, moving from Albuquerque to Denver. That was where she met Lauren. Lauren Holmes, maybe the biggest bitch she had ever met, and that was saying something.

Right from the start Lauren had frozen her out. Constantly putting down her ideas and badmouthing her to their co-workers. She was just one of those women who had go be the alpha bitch. A true pick-me. It had been bad enough just working in the same office, but when they somehow got assigned to work on a project together it had gone from bad to worse.

Lauren has disputed every little detail, refusing to listen to any input Maria had on anything. And well, Maria couldn’t just let her walk all over her, not when she had struggled so hard to get to where she was, so she pushed back, arguing her side as aggressively as Lauren did.

Then, one day, out of nowhere, the crazy blonde asked her if she knew how to wrestle.

Maria couldn’t remember being so taken aback. Wrestle? Of course she didn’t know how to wrestle. What were they, in middle school? The thought of two grown, professional women settling their differences in some sort of quasi duel was ridiculous, right?

But how the hell was she supposed to back down from a challenge like that? If she said no Lauren’s gloating surely would have been unbearable. To tell the truth, once Lauren mentioned it, getting her hands on the other woman sounded better than just about anything. Funny that the one time the two of them could be semi-friendly was when the prospect of kicking each other’s asses was on the table.

And, well, a part of Maria had always wondered how she would handle herself against another woman.  

She had been competitive for as long as she could remember. It was in her blood, something she couldn’t turn off no matter how much she tried to downplay it. Growing up, she had played every sport she could, but tennis had always been her favorite. She had played all through her youth, competed in high school, and even played at the collegiate level. She still played occasionally, though not as often as she liked.  

But for Maria, a match was never just a match.  

There was always an undercurrent of something more, an edge to every close contest that made her feel like she was proving more than just who was the better player that day. It wasn’t about the score or the rankings. It was about her and the woman across from her. About which one of them was stronger, tougher, better.  

And when that woman was someone similar to her—someone who matched her in height, weight, build—it felt somehow primal.  

No one had ever made her feel that more than Mary Sanderson.  

They had been rivals for years. Almost eerie in their similarities—same height, same weight, nearly identical builds. Even their names were close. Mary. Maria.  

They had met countless times on the youth circuit, battling through long, grueling matches, neither able to establish true dominance over the other. Their skill levels were nearly identical. But when they both went on to rival colleges, their own rivalry intensified even more.

Maria had never forgotten the feeling of facing her across the net. The way their eyes would lock between points. The tension in the air when a match went deep into a third set.  

She had imagined it back then, after a particularly hard-fought match—what if they just threw their rackets aside and threw down right there in the middle of the court?  

She wondered what Mary would say if she What would she messaged her now, after all these years, and asked if she wanted to wrestle?  

She spent the next few days hardly able to think of anything except her and Lauren tangled up, rolling around the green mats in her home gym where she had shed so much sweat. She even dreamed about it. For reasons she didn’t understand, or maybe tried to ignore, when she dreamed of wrestling with Lauren, their bodies were stripped of every inch of clothing, as they strained against each other.

Even once they agreed Maria hadn’t honestly expected it to happen. And yet Lauren showed up on the agreed upon morning. They had been cordial at first, but of course Lauren couldn’t keep it up for long, and within a few minutes she was back to her old self, trying to bully and intimidate her.

Well fuck that, Maria had thought, this was her house. It was time to put this whore in her place. She just thought she was so much better, so superior. Before she knew it Maria was stripping off her clothes. She hardly knew what she was doing, she hadn’t even thought about it, all she wanted to do was show Lauren that she wasn’t intimidated by her. Lauren thought she was such a tough girl, such a badass challenging her to a wrestling match? She thought she was so much braver, thought she had her on the back foot? Let’s wrestle naked then bitch, what do you think of that?

She hadn’t known what to expect from Lauren, but no sooner had she stripped than the blonde was pulling off her own clothes.

Their match had been nasty. At times more of a catfight than a wrestling match in truth. They had really gone at it, holding nothing back. Maria had to admit, as much as she hated Lauren, the other woman was tough, strong, and scrappy. They had done things Maria hadn’t even imagined. Even squeezing each other’s boobs and going after their rival’s crotch.

For the vast majority of their battle Maria didn’t even know if she was winning or loosing. But when Lauren threatened to make her eat her pussy, Maria had become determined to flip that script of hers. No way was she eating this slut’s pussy in her own gym. And sure enough Maria got her head between her thighs, and Lauren ate the meal she had meant to serve Maria.

God. She had never felt anything so good. She loved her husband, and she would of course never tell him this. But she had never orgasmed nearly as hard as when she forced Lauren to eat her. It was something about seeing her beaten, the woman who thought she was her better. Seeing her put her body up against hers in the most intimate and primal way imaginable. Only for Maria to prove that she was better. Well, what more needs to be said.

When she returned to the office she honestly expected that Lauren would be gone, never to show her face again. What does someone do after all, when they are bested in a naked wrestling match by their co-worker, show up to work the next day? No. But sure enough when Maria entered their shared office she found Lauren sitting in her usual place.

For the rest of their project Lauren was agreeable and demure. Even downright obedient, following Maria’s lead on every aspect of the KL-500 control panel. The day they presented their project to Hank, Lauren sat silently beside her in his office and smiled.

When they left the room Maria thanked her for her help, and for being so cooperative, she said this second part with a grin, rubbing Lauren’s face in the fact that she lost their fight.

Lauren turned towards her, a most un-obedient snarl ripping across her face. “Ok Maria, you got your stupid panel, we’ll see if it actually works. Your ideas are a fucking joke.”

From that moment on their catty behavior in the office continued. With barley concealed arguments in meetings and much more aggressive arguments in private. They even bumped into each other in the hallways, whenever they passed each other, ramming shoulders and hips together without a word. Part of Maria was furious that Lauren seemingly refused to acknowledge her superiority. Another part of her was thrilled. The competition between them lit a fire in Maria’s chest like nothing else. From that first day on Maria knew that they were destined to fight again.

And that very day she went to the gym, where she was a loyal and very active member and signed up for sessions with a personal trainer. If she knew Lauren, and after having her naked body coiled around her’s she was pretty sure she did, the blonde woman would be training with a new fervor, and she figured she better do the same. She’d be damned before she let that self righteous slut walk over her.


Part II



That’s when she met Grace.  

Maria had walked into the gym that evening with one goal in mind—get stronger. Their match had been close, she needed to make sure that if she and Lauren ever did go at it again she wouldn’t be at a disadvantage.

So Maria had marched straight to the front desk and asked about personal training. That was when they pointed her to Grace.  

The first thing Maria had noticed was that she was fit. Grace was a few inches taller than her, with broad shoulders, toned arms, and the kind of muscle definition that made it obvious she knew her way around a weight rack. She was lean and strong, the kind of woman who made everything look effortless.  

And, on top of all that, she was pretty. Unfairly so.  

Her red hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, a few strands falling loose around her face, and when she turned to Maria with a bright, easygoing grin, Maria felt immediately out of her depth.  

“So,” Grace had said, resting her hands on her hips. “What are you looking to get out of training?”  

Maria opened her mouth, but for a second nothing came out. Standing in front of Grace, she suddenly felt like an idiot. She couldn’t exactly say, “Hey, I need to make sure I can kick my coworker’s ass next time we wrestle.”

So instead, she scrambled for a normal answer. “Uh… just looking to get fitter. You know. And, uh… look good.”  

Grace’s lips twitched, like she was trying not to laugh. “Alright, that’s one way to put it.” She gave Maria a bored look. “Well, let’s see what we’re working with.”  

From there, Maria barely had time to breathe.  

Grace worked her, pushing her through a brutal circuit of squats, presses, rows, and sprints that had her legs shaking and her arms burning in minutes. Maria had always considered herself in decent shape, but by the time they were halfway through the session, she was drenched in sweat and questioning all of her life choices.  

Grace, meanwhile, barely seemed fazed. She demonstrated every movement with perfect control, corrected Maria’s form when she needed it, and kept up a steady stream of conversation like this wasn’t physically killing her.  

By the time the hour was up, Maria could barely stand.  

“Not bad,” Grace said, grinning as Maria sat on a bench, breathing hard. “I mean, for someone who says she just wants to look good.”  

Maria shot her a tired glare. “That was brutal.”  

Grace shrugged. “That’s what you’re paying me for, unless you just want me to give you a booty boot camp or a pilates class.”

Maria huffed out a laugh, shaking her head. “No, no, this is perfect. It was exactly what I was looking for.”  

Grace’s grin widened. “Good.”  

Over the next two weeks, Maria learned three things about Grace.  

One: She was an absolute menace in the gym. She never let Maria slack, always pushing her past what she thought was her limit. If Maria looked like she might be catching her breath, Grace was already throwing another set at her.  

Two: She was obnoxiously charming. Somehow, even when Maria was sweating through her shirt and dying on the floor, Grace managed to keep things light, cracking jokes, teasing her, making her want to push harder just to shut her up.  

Three: She was actually really cool.  

Somewhere between gasping for air between sets and griping about how sore she was, Maria realized she actually liked Grace. She was fun, friendly, and pushed Maria places she would never have gotten to by herself.

Every muscle, every inch of her skin felt stretched and worked in a way that was both exhausting and deeply satisfying. It had been two weeks since she’d started training with Grace, and the difference was already obvious.  

Her legs felt stronger, her arms more defined. Her stamina had improved, her movements felt sharper, and—maybe the most surprising thing—she actually liked pushing herself this hard.  

That was all because of Grace.  

Maria had never trained like this before. Not really. Sure, she had always been active, had spent plenty of time in the gym, but this was different. Grace didn’t let her just go through the motions—she forced Maria to push past her limits.  

When Maria thought she couldn’t get through another rep, Grace would stand over her, grinning like the absolute menace she was, and say, “You’ve got three more in you.”  

When Maria’s legs were shaking, when her arms felt like they were about to give out, Grace would lean in and whisper “Come on, you think she’s quitting right now?” While pointing out another fit woman somewhere across the gym.

And that always did it.  

Every time Grace pointed out some other woman Maria’s mind put Lauren in her place —Lauren, training somewhere, getting stronger, preparing to take her down. The idea of it sent a surge of adrenaline through her veins every time.  

So she kept pushing.  

She trained until her muscles screamed, until her shirt clung to her skin, until she collapsed onto the bench at the end of each session, breathless and spent.  

And every time, Grace would sit down next to her, slap her on the back, and say something like, “See? That’s how you get stronger.”  

And Maria was getting stronger. But that wasn’t what had been occupying her mind the most lately.  

It was the fact that she wanted to tell Grace the truth.  
  
The idea of telling Grace had been gnawing at Maria for weeks.  

She didn’t know why she wanted to tell her.  

Maybe it was because Grace was the one person in her life right now who pushed her, who challenged her, who understood what it meant to throw everything into something physical. Maybe it was because, for all of Grace’s teasing, she never seemed judgmental. Or maybe it was just because Maria was tired of keeping it to herself, of carrying this ridiculous, insane secret alone.  

Whatever the reason, the words had been sitting at the back of her throat for weeks, begging to be spoken.  

But how?  

How did she explain that she wasn’t just training for fitness? That she wasn’t here to run a race, or impress someone, or even just feel better about herself?  

How did she tell Grace that she was training because she had wrestled a woman from her office, completely naked by the way, in a full-blown battle for dominance, and that she knew they were going to do it again?  

Every time she thought about saying it out loud, she stopped herself.  

Because it sounded insane.  

But then, one day, Grace unknowingly handed her an opening.  

It had been three months since Maria started training with her, and she was stronger than she’d ever been. But today, Grace had her working the dip station, and Maria was struggling.  

Her arms were on fire, her shoulders shaking as she tried to push herself up again, sweat dripping down the back of her neck.  

And that’s when Grace, standing behind her with her usual easy confidence, said, “Come on, just imagine you’re pushing down another woman your size.”  

Maria grunted in surprise, but the words hit something inside her. Her mind immediately conjured up an image of Lauren, that familiar tension, the feeling of forcing her down…  

And suddenly, Maria found herself grinding out three more reps.  

When she dropped back down, gasping for breath, Grace let out a laugh and held out a hand. “There you go!”  

Maria slapped her palm in a high-five, still panting. Then she let out a breathless laugh and said, “Okay, but what was that? Pushing down a woman?”  

Grace smirked. “It’s just a mental trick. Whenever I’m struggling in an exercise, I pretend I’m up against someone else. It makes me push harder.” She mimed grappling an invisible opponent. “Like, if I’m deadlifting? I picture trying to rip someone off the ground. If I’m benching? I imagine shoving them off me. And dips?” She grinned. “Pushing them down.”

Maria wiped the sweat from her forehead, trying to keep her face neutral, but inside, her heart was racing.  

Because that? That hit way too close to home.  

Her mind immediately flashed to Lauren, to their fight, to the feeling of struggling against her, to the way she had pinned her down, to the electricity in the air between them.  

Maria swallowed, her pulse still hammering.  

This was her chance.  

She could tell her. Right now.  

The words were right there.  

So, before she could stop herself, she cleared her throat and asked, “You ever actually fought another woman before?”  

Grace raised an eyebrow, like she hadn’t expected the question. Then she grinned. “Oh, yeah.”  

She stretched out her arms. “Me and my sister used to go at it all the time growing up. We’re only two years apart, so we were always competing over something. When we were little, it was just dumb stuff—playground fights, wrestling over the remote. But in high school? It got more intense. We’d wrestle in the living room, knocking over furniture, slamming into walls. And in college? Forget it.”  

Maria smiled, feeling a bit less awkward. “So who won more?”  

Grace huffed. “I wish I could say me, but honestly? It was pretty damn even. She’s tough as hell.” She cracked her knuckles. “We haven’t really fought since we graduated, but every now and then, if we’re both home for the holidays, we’ll have a friendly match.”  

Maria laughed. “Like, full-on wrestling?”  

“Oh yeah. No rules or rounds or anything, just let’s see who can pin who first kind of deal.”

Grace took a sip from her water bottle, then tilted her head at Maria. “What about you? You Ever fought before?”  

Maria’s stomach flipped.  

This was it.  

She could lie. She could dodge the question, keep the secret buried a little longer.  

But instead, she took a slow breath, wiped her sweaty palms on her leggings, and finally said it.  

“Well… yeah.”  

Grace’s eyebrows lifted slightly, but she didn’t interrupt.  

Maria exhaled, shaking her head. “Okay, I need you to promise me that when I tell you this, you won’t think I’m insane.”  

Grace grinned. “That’s a big ask.”  

“I mean it.”  

“Alright, alright,” Grace said, holding up her hands in surrender. “No judgment.”  

Maria hesitated just a second longer—then she went for it.  

She told Grace everything.  

She told her about Lauren. About the rivalry, the passive-aggressive meetings, the outright fights they’d had in the office. About how one day, out of nowhere, Lauren had challenged her to a wrestling match.  

Grace’s eyes widened in disbelief at that, but she still didn’t say anything.

So Maria kept going.  

She told her about how she had accepted. About how, in the days leading up to it, she hadn’t been able to think about anything else. And then, finally, she told her about the fight itself.  

She left nothing out.  

How things had started tense, but controlled—until the anger took over. How they had stripped down, how they had struggled, tangled, and fought like their lives depended on it.  

How Maria had won. How she had wrapped her legs around her head. How she had shoved her pussy in her face. How Lauren had eaten her.

And how, ever since she and Lauren had finished their project, she knew they were going to do it again.

When she finally stopped talking, her pulse was racing.  

Grace just stared at her.  

For a second, Maria panicked. This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have told her.

Then, after a beat of silence, Grace burst out laughing.  

“Holy shit, Maria!” She shook her head, grinning like she had just heard the wildest story of her life. “You fucking wrestled your coworker, naked! Holy shit!”  

Maria groaned, covering her face. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you.”  

“No, no, no, I love this,” Grace said, still laughing. “This is insane! This is like… straight-up animal kingdom dominance shit!”  

Maria peeked at her through her fingers. “Oh my god, shut up.”  

Grace wiped at her eyes, still grinning. “No wonder you’ve been training so hard. This is next level!” 

Maria huffed out a breath. “So… you don’t think I’m crazy?”  

Grace gave her a look. “Oh, no, you’re definitely crazy.” Then she smirked. “But I respect it.”  

Maria let out a laugh, the tension in her chest finally breaking.  

She had told her.  

And it felt good.

Grace was still grinning, shaking her head in disbelief. “I can’t get over this,” she said, stretching out her legs as she sat on the mat. “Like, actually—you and some office bitch just… stripped down and fought it out? That actually happened?”  

Maria exhaled through her nose, still coming down from the high of confessing. “Yeah. It actually happened.”  

Grace let out a low whistle. “Damn.”  

She studied Maria for a moment, eyes sharp with curiosity. Then, voice softer but no less exited, she asked, “So what was it like?”  

Maria hesitated. Not because she didn’t know, but because putting it into words felt impossible.  

She ran a hand through her damp hair, searching for the right way to explain it. “It was…” She shook her head. “It was a rush.”  

“A rush, huh?”  

Maria met her gaze, something unreadable flickering across her expression. “I’ve never done anything like it before. It wasn’t just fighting, it was…” She paused, exhaling. “Primal. Feral. Completely unhinged.”  

She shook her head again, almost in disbelief at herself. “You spend your whole life playing by the rules, staying civil, pretending to be the bigger person. And then one day, it’s just… gone. No rules. No office politics. Just two people, going all in, seeing who’s stronger.”  

Maria leaned back on her hands, staring at the ceiling. “It was so freeing. No restraints, no bullshit—just raw, physical struggle. I mean, I definitely hate that bitch, but honestly, I fucking loved fighting her. I felt alive.”

She let out a small, breathy laugh, shaking her head. “I don’t even know how else to describe it.”  

Grace was quiet for a beat. Then she let out a short laugh of her own. “Shit, Maria.”  

Maria turned her head toward her. “What?”  

Grace grinned, like she was trying to hold in her laughter. “You really do sound fucking crazy.”  

They both burst out laughing, drawing some eyes from around the gym.

Grace leaned back, stretching out her arms before continuing on quietly. “I get it, though. I mean, I loved wrestling my sister.” She smirked. “I know it’s not exactly the same, but still. We haven’t done it in a while, but it’s always been one of my favorite things. Just testing yourself against someone, feeling that struggle.” She shrugged. “There’s nothing else like it.”  

Maria nodded, still processing everything she had just admitted.  

And then Grace, almost awkwardly, cleared her throat.  

“So… uh.” She scratched the back of her neck, looking away for a second before forcing herself to meet Maria’s eyes. “If you think you and Lauren are going to go at it again…”  

Maria raised an eyebrow.  

Grace smirked, but there was something hesitant behind it. “Do you… wanna practice?”  

Maria blinked.  

She hadn’t been expecting that.  

Grace quickly added, “I mean, you’re training like crazy, and I do have a little bit of experience I guess. If you want to actually be ready for her, maybe we should, you know… give it a go.”  

Maria hesitated, suddenly hyper-aware of the tension between them.  

Not a bad tension, necessarily, just… something charged.  

She wasn’t opposed to the idea. Hell, she had been thinking about getting some real grappling practice in. But the thought of wrestling Grace, someone she actually liked, someone she respected, felt different.  

Maria exhaled, glancing away for a second before forcing herself to smirk. “You sure you can handle me?”  

Grace grinned. “Oh, I know I can handle you.”  

Maria chuckled, shaking her head. “Alright. Let’s give it a go next session.”  

Grace clapped her hands together. “Hell yeah.”  

Maria couldn’t tell if she was nervous or excited.  


Part III


Two days later she found out, as she walked into the gym feeling like she was about to puke.  

She reminded herself that she had agreed to this. She had wanted this. But now that it was actually happening, her stomach twisted in a way it never did before a workout.  

This wasn’t lifting weights. This wasn’t running on a treadmill. 

She was about to wrestle her personal trainer, who was bigger, stronger, and had years of experience grappling with her sister.  

Maria swallowed hard as she spotted Grace waiting for her near the front desk. As usual, Grace was already smiling, her easygoing confidence completely intact. But instead of leading Maria toward the weight room like usual, she motioned for her to follow in the opposite direction.  

Maria frowned. “Where are we going?”  

Grace just smirked. “You’ll see.”  

She led Maria down a hallway and pushed open a door to reveal a gymnastics room.  

The floor was padded, the bright overhead lights casting sharp reflections against the blue mats.  

Maria stepped inside, glancing around. “Didn’t know this was here.”  

Grace chuckled. “Yeah, well, they usually run classes in here, but we’ve got an hour before the next one starts. Should be plenty of time.”  

Maria’s stomach tightened.  

She glanced over at Grace, who had already started pulling off her sneakers and socks, tossing them into a pile near the wall.

She followed suit, kicking off her shoes and peeling off her socks, suddenly feeling exposed despite the fact that she was still dressed, unlike her only other experience ever.

Grace was in her usual athletic shorts and sports bra, her toned arms flexing slightly as she stretched out her shoulders. Maria, in her sports bra and fitted yoga pants.

For the first time, she wondered if this had been a mistake.  

They were friends.  

And yet, here they were, standing barefoot on the mats, about to wrestle each other.  

Grace must have sensed the hesitation because she smirked and tilted her head. “Getting cold feet?”  

Maria exhaled sharply, shaking off the nerves. “Not a chance.”  

Grace grinned. “Good, because I’m not going easy on you. You might regret agreeing to do this.”

They moved toward the center of the mat, facing each other, standing just a few feet apart.  

The awkwardness hung between them for a beat too long.  

Then Grace smirked. “So… how do you wanna start this?”  

Maria let out a small laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. “Hell if I know, I’ve only done this once. You’re the one with all the experience.”  

Grace rolled her shoulders. “Alright, let’s keep it simple. No rounds, no points—just a pin or a submission to win.”  

Maria nodded, trying to shake off the tension settling in her shoulders. “Sounds fair.”  

Grace took a step forward. “Ready?”  

Maria swallowed, forcing herself to focus. This is just practice. Just another workout.

She nodded. “Yeah.”  

It started tentative, cautious—both of them circling, trying to feel each other out.  

Maria struck first, lunging low, trying to wrap her arms around Grace’s waist. But Grace reacted fast, twisting out of the way and hooking her arm around Maria’s shoulder, dragging her downward.  

Maria grunted, trying to shake her off, but Grace’s grip was iron. They struggled, bodies pressing, twisting—Maria trying to slip free, Grace keeping control.  

Maria fought hard. She struggled, rolled, tried to use every ounce of strength she had to throw Grace off. And for a few moments, she thought she had a chance.  

But Grace was strong, stronger than Maria had expected. And she clearly had a much better idea of what she was doing than her.

Every time Maria tried to break away, Grace countered. Every time Maria thought she had an opening, Grace shut it down.  

They rolled across the mat, muscles straining, breath sharp and ragged. Maria was giving everything she had, but Grace was just crushing her.

Still, Maria didn’t make it easy for her.  

She fought. She refused to give in, refused to let Grace just take the win. She forced Grace to work for it, twisting, squirming, using every ounce of speed she had.  

At one point, Maria managed to reverse their positions, getting on top for a split second.  

Grace let out a short strangled laugh. “There you go.”  

Maria didn’t have time to enjoy the victory.  

Because within seconds, Grace twisted beneath her, and hauled her over onto her back.

Maria barely had time to react before she felt Grace’s body press against her, pinning her shoulders to the mat.  

Her breath came fast and hard, her heart hammering against her ribs.  

Grace grinned down at her, eyes gleaming. “Gotcha.”  

Maria gritted her teeth, thrashing beneath her, trying to break free. But Grace was locked in, her weight perfectly distributed, keeping Maria trapped.  

Maria let out a sharp breath, frustration burning in her chest. They were both breathing hard, skin slick with sweat, chests rising and falling rapidly.  Maria’s pulse pounded.  

She hated losing. Hated knowing that Grace was stronger than her.  

But at the same time, something inside her was thrumming with energy. Despite the fact that she was getting her ass kicked, she wanted more.  

Finally, Maria exhaled sharply. “Alright,” she gasped, smiling up at Grace. “You win this one.”  

Grace grinned and released her, rolling off and sitting up. “Damn right I do.”  

Maria groaned, rubbing her arms before propping herself up on her elbows. “Okay, that was harder than I expected.”  

Grace chuckled. “Yeah? You thought you I was some random chick from your office you could just throw around?

Maria huffed out a breath, shaking her head. “I thought I might last more than 5 minutes.”

Grace just smirked. “Come on. We’ve got time for one more round.”  

Maria groaned dramatically but didn’t say no.  

For the next two months, Maria and Grace trained like usual—lifting, sprinting, grinding through brutal workouts. But now, once or twice a week, their sessions ended with wrestling that got increasingly.  

From the moment they stepped onto the mat, all their usual joking and easy banter faded away. The moment Grace nodded— Ready?—Maria was on her, giving it everything she had.  

And yet every time, Grace was ready for her.  

Maria had known going in that Grace had the edge. She was younger, stronger, faster, and had been doing this far longer than Maria had.

Maria fought with everything she had. She lasted longer. She got better. She learned to anticipate Grace’s counters, to be quicker, to be smarter.  

But no matter how hard she pushed, Grace always had the upper hand.  

She was too strong. Too experienced.  

And Maria?  

Maria hated losing, but she didn’t stop.  

Because every match made her better. Every pin, every counter, every time Grace forced her into submission, Maria learned.  

She learned how to stay on her feet longer. How to shift her weight at the right moment. How to breathe through the struggle instead of wasting energy on pure brute force.  

She still wasn’t winning. But she was fighting, and that was enough to keep her coming back.  

There was never any animosity. She still liked Grace, despite the fact that the redheaded trainer was routinely kicking her ass. They had fun with it, and unlike her scrap with Lauren, these bouts were punctuated with laughter and playful trash talk. They kept things clean, for the most part.  

There were no cheap moves here. No hair-pulling, no clawing. Grace didn’t grab her tits, she didn’t go after Grace’s pussy.

But that didn’t mean it was gentle.  

There were moments when it got brutal, where Maria would find herself crushed beneath Grace’s weight, her limbs trapped, her breath ragged as she tried desperately to get free.  

And then there were moments where Maria was the aggressor, where she would drive into Grace, throwing everything she had into finally pinning her down, only to have Grace counter at the last second, flipping the fight back in her favor.  

They weren’t holding back, and that’s what made it so damn addictive. Maria absolutely loved these matches.  

She left every one of them sore, exhausted, drenched in sweat—but also thrumming with something deep in her chest, something she had only ever felt once before.  

After Lauren.

The rush of it. The fight. The struggle.  

It was the only thing that came close.  

And every time she walked out of that gym, Maria felt it building, pressing against her ribs like a caged animal.  

Because as much as she loved wrestling Grace…  

It wasn’t her that Maria wanted. Or rather, it wasn’t just her.

Not really.  

It was Lauren.

And Maria knew—knew—that no matter how much she trained, no matter how many times she fought Grace, no matter how much better she got, nothing would be enough until she faced Lauren again.  



Part IV



And so that brought her to today. It was Monday morning, and she was already in a mood.

Her weekend had been nothing but catching up on work and training, with Grace pushing her through grueling circuits, wrestling her into the mat over and over. And even though Maria was getting better, she still wasn’t strong enough to take Grace down consistently. She still enjoyed their matches when she felt she was doing well. When she didn’t it just pissed her off.

And worse? The more she trained, the hungrier she became. Because no matter how much she wrestled Grace, no matter how much she loved the fight, it wasn’t the fight she wanted.  

It wasn’t Lauren.  

So when she walked into the conference room that morning and saw Lauren already sitting at the table, looking smug as hell, Maria’s blood pressure spiked.  

The meeting had barely started before things got ugly.  

It began with a disagreement—just normal workplace bullshit, something about the new revisions to the KL-500 control panel specs. But with them, it was never just business.  

Maria made a suggestion. Lauren shot it down.  

Maria countered. Lauren scoffed.  

Their voices grew sharper, their tones more clipped, and before long, they weren’t talking about the project at all.  

They were talking about each other.

Maria leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “Well, Lauren, if you actually listened to someone else’s ideas for once, maybe we wouldn’t have to keep fixing your mistakes.”  

Lauren smiled, sickly sweet. “Oh, I am listening. I just don’t take advice from someone who’s barely competent enough to even have their job.”

One of their coworkers let out a small, nervous cough.  

Hank, their manager, shot them both a look.  “Alright, that’s enough.”  

Neither of them acknowledged him.  

Maria’s nails dug into her arm, as she struggled to keep herself from yelling.  “Oh, right. Because you’re just so great at your job. Remind me again, how did the last thing you were in charge of go? Oh, right—it fucking tanked?”  

Lauren’s jaw clenched, but she didn’t falter. “At least I don’t half-ass everything and expect to be praised for mediocrity.”  

Maria let out a sharp laugh. “Mediocrity?  I carried our last project.”  

Lauren’s eyes burned. “You carried shit, Maria.”  

At this point, the tension in the room was unbearable. Their coworkers were shifting uncomfortably in their seats, avoiding eye contact, pretending to be very focused on their notes.  

“Just face it Lauren,” Maria growled, momentarily forgetting their audience, “I have proven that I’m better than you, and if you need a reminder, please just let me know.”

Lauren’s face contorted with rage as she opened her mouth to respond.

Hank cleared his throat loudly, cutting her reply off. “I said enough,” he repeated, sharper this time. “Let’s move on.”  

Maria smirked, staring Lauren down.  

Lauren glared back.

For now, they dropped it.  

But Maria wasn’t done.  

Not even close.  


Part V


About an hour later Maria sat at her desk, staring at her computer screen, but she wasn’t working. She could still feel the heat in her chest from that damn meeting. She had spent the last hour replaying every sharp remark and angry look Lauren had given her.

She imagined them throwing down right there. Just jumping over the table and putting her in her place in front of everyone in the room

Just as she was thinking that, there was a knock at her office door.   

Maria smirked before she even turned. She knew exactly who it was.   

“Busy,” she called, making no move to get up. “Unlike some people, I actually have work to do.”   

The door swung open anyway.  

Lauren stepped inside, looking pissed off but trying to keep it together. She shut the door behind her, taking her time.

Maria just leaned back in her chair, “You look mad. Did I hurt your feelings back there?”  

Lauren crossed her arms. “You’re a real smug bitch, you know that?”  

Maria smirked, deciding to goad her on. “Well, I did make you submit, didn’t I, so I guess I have the right to be.”

Lauren’s whole body tensed for just a second before she covered it with a scoff. “You think one lucky win makes you better than me?”  

Maria shrugged. “Oh, I don’t think. I know.”  

Lauren stepped forward, and for one wild moment Maria thought she might jump her right here, but she just placed her hands flat on Maria’s desk, leaning in just enough to invade her space.

“Ok, Maria you beat me, congratu-fucking-lations. But it’s not like you dominated me. You got lucky, and you still barely won.”


Maria tilted her head, letting her voice drop just slightly. “You’re still thinking about it, aren’t you? That moment when you were stuck under me, when you couldn’t get out, when my pussy was in your face.”

Lauren’s jaw clenched. “That was a fluke, if we wrestled ten times, I’d beat you eight of them at least.”

Maria didn’t blink. “But the one time we did fight, you were on your back, your head was between my legs, and you gave up.”  

Lauren out a short, humorless laugh and shook her head. “You really want to do this again?”  

Lauren exhaled through her nose, a slow smile creeping across her face. She had been waiting for this since the moment their first fight ended.  

“You tell me.”  

Lauren’s eyes darkened with something between frustration and excitement. She nodded once. “Yeah. We’re doing this again.”  

Maria’s pulse picked up, but she forced herself to stay casual. “Good.”  

Lauren took a step back, “Not at your place.”

Maria’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Why? Afraid I’ll have home-field advantage?”

“Are you scared to lose it?”

Maria scoffed. “You really need an excuse, don’t you?”

Lauren just shrugged. “Neutral ground.”

Maria drummed her fingers against her desk, pretending to consider it, though she already knew it didn’t matter. She would wrestle Lauren in a park if she had to.  

It didn’t matter where they fought, so long as she could get her hands on the blond woman again.

“Fine,” she said smoothly. “I’ll find the spot.”

Lauren nodded, then turned for the door. Just before she left, she glanced back over her shoulder. “You better be ready this time.”  

Maria leaned back in her chair, smirking. “I was ready last time. That’s why you lost.”  

Lauren’s eyes flickered, but she didn’t take the bait. She left without another word, shutting the door behind her.  


Part VI


Maria stormed into the gym, her pulse still pounding from the confrontation at work.  

She barely remembered the drive over. Her mind was stuck in that office, in Lauren’s face, in the way their argument had spiraled into exactly what she had wanted.  

Lauren had challenged her again.  

And Maria had accepted.  

Now, she needed to move, needed to feel her muscles strain, needed to burn through this adrenaline before she lost her damn mind.  

She spotted Grace near the squat racks, casually stretching. She wasn’t even looking in Maria’s direction yet, but before Maria could stop herself, the words were already spilling out.

“It’s happening.”

Grace turned, raising an eyebrow. “What?”  

Maria dropped her gym bag, still buzzing. “The rematch. It’s on.”  

Grace’s mouth curled into a slow grin. “No fucking way.”  

Maria nodded, barely able to stand still. “We were arguing in a meeting about… well, I don’t really know. And then afterwards she came to my office  We argued again, and now we’re going to wrestle again.”  

Grace let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head. “Damn, Maria, I leave you alone for one day and you’re already picking fights at work?”  

Maria smirked. “It’s not picking fights if they ask for it.”  

Grace crossed her arms. “So when’s it happening?”  

Maria exhaled. “I don’t know. We didn’t say. She doesn’t want to do it at my place.”  

Grace arched an eyebrow. “What, is she scared of your home-court advantage?”  

Maria rolled her eyes. “She said she wants neutral ground.”  

Grace chuckled. “That’s rich, coming from the woman who lost. Why does she get to set the conditions?”

Maria scoffed. “Right? But whatever—fine. I told her I’d figure it out.”  

Grace hummed, thinking. Then, her grin widened. “What about here?”  

Maria frowned. “What?”  

Grace nodded toward the hallway. “The gymnastics room.”  

Maria blinked.  

Then, slowly, a smirk tugged at her lips.  

That… actually wasn’t a bad idea.

Padded floors. Privacy. No distractions.  

It could be perfect.

She tilted her head. “We can get in after hours? We obviously can’t do it when the gym’s open.”  

Grace tapped her chest. “Got a key.”  

Maria let out a breath, already picturing it. “Shit. That might actually work.”  

Grace smirked. “Of course it works. I thought of it.”  

Maria rolled her eyes but couldn’t help grinning.  

Then, finally, she let herself breathe. She was ready for this.  


Her body still buzzed from the anticipation, her muscles practically screaming for movement. She wasn’t done yet.  

She turned toward the weight bench. “Come on. Are we lifting or what?”

Grace chuckled. “You got it.”  

They loaded the bar, starting with a warm-up set.

Every rep felt sharper. Her whole body felt stronger.

By the time they loaded up 185 lbs, Grace was watching her with a mix of amusement and something close to pride.

“You sure about this?” Grace asked.  

Maria grinned. “Absolutely.“  

She lowered the bar.  

Pressed.  

She groaned as the bar inched away from her chest.

“Come on! Come on!” Grace cried out  “You got this!”

Maria groaned even louder as she locked out her arms and let the bar fall back onto the rack.

She let out a cry of success as she stood up.

“That’s right baby! 185lbs.” said Grace as she gave her a jubilant high five. “How much does that bitch even weight? 140? 145? You are so going to kick her ass again!”

Grace smacked her on the shoulder. “New PR?”  

Maria exhaled, wiping sweat from her brow. “New PR.”  

She ducked down, miming a takedown in her trainer’s direction.

Grace chuckled. “You gonna fight her right now?”  

Maria smirked. “Fuck it, if she was here I just might.”

Grace shook her head, still grinning. “You’re out of your freaking mind.”  

Maria slapped her shoulder, earning another laugh.

“Come on,” Grace said,” Let’s go do some sled pushes. Need to get ready to shove that arrogant bitch across the room.”




Maria gritted her teeth as she pushed the sled across the artificial turf, her muscles burning with effort. She crossed the end line, letting go of the sled as she dropped her hands to her knees and struggled to catch her breath.  

Grace, standing behind her, let out a low whistle. “Damn. You are STRONG today!”

Maria rolled her shoulders, shaking out the tension. “Gotta be. Big day coming up.”

Grace smiled. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t go breaking yourself before you even get there. Don’t want you go in hurt.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Maria replied as she reached for her phone to check the time, but as soon as she picked it up, her breath caught in her throat.

A message from Lauren.  

She opened it, and her chest tightened.  

It was a photo.  

Lauren stood in front of a mirror, clearly in a gym locker room.  Her body glistening with sweat.

She wore tiny black shorts spandex shorts on her legs, low on her hips. She was barefoot, her stance aggressive and deliberate. One leg was planted firmly in front of the other, flexing her leg so that her quad and calf muscles looked as hard and big as possible, the muscle definition standing out under the bright lights.  

She was flexing her arm in a classic pose, bicep peaked, her lean, sculpted abs fully visible. Every inch of her looked hard, strong, like someone who had been training relentlessly for months.  

And she was topless. Her sweat shiny breasts jutting forward, her nipples hardened into peaks of pink.

Her damp platinum blonde hair, cut into a messy pixie, clung slightly to her forehead, giving her a raw, wild look.  

But it was her expression that got Maria the most.  

That smirk. That sharp, confident smirk like she knew exactly what she was doing. Like she was daring Maria to react. Her icy blue eyes locked onto her reflection, but Maria knew the message was meant for her.  

She glanced down at the caption.  

“I hope you're ready, bitch, because I am.”

Maria exhaled slowly, gripping the phone a little tighter. She felt a rush of heat in her face and it felt like her heart was beating in her throat,

Grace, who had been watching her face, raised an eyebrow. “What’s up?”  

Maria turned the screen toward her.  

Grace just stared for a few moments, then let out a low whistle, “Topless? That’s a bold move.”

She continued to stare at the photo, seemingly enraptured, before laughing quietly, “Well, judging by how hard her nipples are, I’d say she’s as excited for this fight as you are.”

“Damn, shit.” Grace blurted out in a sudden rush of doubt, “she looks a lot fitter than last time Grace. Fuck. What if last time really was a fluke? What if she kicks my ass?”

Grace placed a steadying hand on her shoulder, “Girl, will you please calm down. Yes, she’s clearly been working, but so have you. She’s just trying to get in your head.”

Maria wiped sweat from her forehead, rolling out her shoulders. “Yeah, well, it’s working.”  

Grace arched an eyebrow. “Oh, shut up. It just caught you off guard.” She paused, “you know, what you really need is to fight back.”

Maria looked at her. “What do you mean?”  

Grace shrugged. “She sent that picture to rattle you. You should send one back. Let her know that not only are you not intimidated, but you’re coming for her.”  

Maria considered it, then laughed in spite of herself. “Alright. Let’s do it.”  

They powered through the rest of their session, Maria pushing herself hard, her muscles burning with effort. By the time they were done, she felt as strong as she had ever been. Her arms and shoulders were fully pumped, veins teasing along her biceps. Her abs were cut, deep and defined, her core feeling like solid rock. Her legs ached in the best way, thick quads tight and powerful.  

By the time they hit the locker room, she knew she was as pumped as she was going to get.

The room was empty, nothing but the hum of the vents and the cool, sterile air of the gym.  

Maria kicked off her shoes, then peeled off her yoga pants, leaving herself in just the athletic green underwear she had underneath. Then she grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, stripping down to her sports bra. She pulled that off before she could think about the fact that Grace was about to get an eye full of her bare boobs.

Grace, standing a few feet away, let out a slow, appreciative whistle as she gave Maria a thorough once-over.  

“Holy shit,” she said, shaking her head. “You look dangerous.”  

Maria giggled, rolling her shoulders, feeling the way her muscles moved beneath her skin. “That’s the plan.”  

She couldn’t believe that she was practically naked in front of her personal trainer.

Grace stepped closer, nodding toward Maria’s arms. “Your biceps are ridiculous right now. That pump is insane. You look like you could tear her apart.” She moved her gaze lower, lips curling into a smile. “And damn, your abs. They look like they could crack a walnut. Lauren’s not gonna know what hit her.”  

Maria giggled, sounding a bit crazy. Grace knew just how to hype her up. She adjusted her stance slightly, feeling her core tighten.  

Then Grace’s eyes honed in on her chest, and she grinned. “And I mean, not to be that person, but your tits are looking phenomenal right now. If this was a competition in who looks hotter flexing half-naked, you’d already have this fight won.”  

Maria laughed, shaking her head. “Gotta match the competition, right?”  

Grace smirked. “Lauren is definitely gonna be second-guessing herself after she sees this.”  

Maria turned to the mirror, adjusting into the same pose Lauren had used.  

One foot forward, quad flexed and sharp. Bicep curled, thick and tight. Core engaged, abs standing out in the fluorescent lighting.  

She lifted her phone, angling the shot perfectly, making sure the lighting hit just right.

Grace stepped beside her, watching. “Oh yeah. That is dead on.”  

Maria snapped the picture.  

Then she stared at it for a long moment.  

Her pulse slowed, her breathing husky as she studied herself.  

She looked powerful.  

Then she swiped over to her camera roll, pulling up the photo Lauren had sent earlier.  

She flipped back and forth.  

Lauren’s picture.  

Then hers.  

Lauren’s body was lean, her muscles sharp and well-defined, her abs tight and cut. Her short blonde pixie was damp with sweat, her expression full of swagger.

She was just as fit, just as well defined. Her arms and legs looked just as thick. Her abs just as cut. She gulped, her nipples just as hard.

They looked almost identical.  

Same stance. Same energy.  

She flipped back and forth again, her eyes narrowing slightly.  

Maria’s hair was a bit longer, her skin a few shades darker.

But their bodies were damn even.

And that realization sent a surge of electricity through her.  

Lauren wasn’t better than her.  

She wasn’t walking into this fight outmatched.  

This wasn’t going to be a one-sided affair.  

This was going to be a war.

And that was exactly what she wanted.  

Maria smirked, tapping out a message of her own “More than ready for you slut,” then attaching the image, and hitting send.  

Let Lauren think she had the upper hand.  

Because after this?  There was no way she could be as confident.



Part VII


Several hours later Maria sat on her couch that night, her legs curled under her, phone in hand. When her phone buzzed. She tried to control her breathing. She didn’t want her husband, sitting on the other end of the couch to think anything was wrong. She checked her phone as casually as she could manage.

It was Lauren.

Lauren: Not bad, bitch. You almost look as good as me.  

Maria’s hands shook with adrenaline as she replied.

Maria: Almost? Please. If you worked your ass off for another six months you might be a match for me.

The reply came fast.  

Lauren: That right? Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you’re not intimidating me.

Maria: Cute. You trying to convince me or yourself? Because I’ve seen your little mirror selfie enough times now to know I’ve got you beat.

Lauren: Oh yeah? In what way?

Maria: Arms. Abs. Legs.

She hesitated for half a second, unsure if she wanted to go there, but fuck it, Lauren had opened this door by sending a topless picture. She quickly added—

Maria: And definitely tits.

There was a long pause this time. She struggled to control her breathing.

Then…

Lauren: Are you kidding? You must need to look at my picture again, because mine are bigger and definitely firmer. Your’s are sagging down your chest.

Maria: You’re deluded girl. I guess we’ll see the difference when mine are crushing your’s.

Lauren: Can’t wait. You’re scrawny body’s not going to be able to handle me.

Maria: Really? Is that why it was me pinning you last time we fought?

Lauren: Keep thinking about last time, you fucking whore. Good luck talking all that shit when my labia are on your lips.

Maria actually gasped, drawing a questioning look from her husband. If she didn’t wrap this up fast she might have some explaining to do.

Maria: Does the gymnastics room at my gym work for you. I can get in after close on Friday. Padded floors. Neutral ground. Unless you think I’ll have some advantage there too, pussy?

The reply was instant.  

Lauren: I’m the pussy? I came to wrestle you at your fucking house! You’re just afraid to go at it anywhere that doesn’t feel safe. But, fine, your gym will work. I’ll be there at 10PM.

Maria locked her phone, exhaling slowly.  

It was official.  

In just a few nights, they would settle this
  

Part VIII


The rest of the week passed in a blur.  

Maria threw herself into her training, but her mind was elsewhere. Every time she walked into the office, she half-expected Lauren to look at her, to smirk, to throw some last-minute jab her way.  

But Lauren didn’t.  

She barely acknowledged Maria.  

And Maria did the same.  

It was almost funny—after all the arguing, after all the vicious words, they had both silently agreed to keep their distance.  

Because they knew.  

Friday night was coming.  


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Thursday night, Maria stood in the kitchen, rinsing off her dinner plate when her husband walked in.  

“You said you’re out this weekend?” he asked, leaning against the counter.  

Maria nodded, keeping her expression neutral. “Yeah. Taking a trip with some girlfriends. Just a couple of days.”  

Her husband barely reacted, just nodded. “Cool. Where you going?”  

Maria set the plate in the drying rack. “Not far. Just a little getaway.”  

He didn’t ask for details. He never did.  

Maria forced herself to keep her body relaxed, to act normal.  

She wondered what he say if he knew the truth. Would he be afraid she would get hurt? Would he try to stop her? Or would he be all for it?

————

Maria drove in silence, the low hum of the car’s engine the only sound in the cabin. The city lights flickered past her windows, but she barely noticed them.  

Her mind was elsewhere.  

On what was about to happen.  

The picture kept popping up in her mind. The picture of Lauren in the locker room, her tits out, flexing for all she was worth.

She had spent the past few hours at the hotel room she had rented for the weekend, trying to relax, trying to stay still. She had showered, stretched, even laid down for a while, watching the clock slowly tick toward the inevitable.  

But there was no relaxing.  

Her body was wired, her skin buzzing with anticipation.  

This wasn’t like last time.  

She knew what she was walking into now.  

She had trained for this.  


---  

As Maria pulled into the parking lot, she slowed her car, scanning the dimly lit space.  

The gym was closed, abandoned. The front windows were dark except for the faint glow of security lights.  

It felt empty. Secluded.  

Like it existed just for them.  

Maria parked in a far corner of the lot, cutting the engine. The sudden silence made her pulse feel even louder.  

For a moment, she just sat there, gripping the wheel. Her fingers itched to move, to do something.  

Then, a flash of headlights.  

She turned her head just as Lauren’s Volkswagen rolled into the lot.

Maria exhaled. Right on time.

Lauren pulled into a space a few spots away. The engine cut off.  

And then…nothing.  

Neither of them moved.  

The air in Maria’s car felt thick with tension. She could feel it, even from here. The silent, charged energy between them, stretching through the empty parking lot like a live wire.  

She took a deep breath, then opened her door and stepped out.  

It was cold out, but she barely registered it.  

She strode toward the entrance, keys already in her hand. 

Behind her, she heard Lauren’s door open, her footsteps quiet but purposeful as she followed.  

Maria reached the door, unlocked it, and pushed it open.  

She didn’t hold it for Lauren.  

Lauren didn’t expect her to.  

She stepped inside without hesitation, brushing past Maria as she entered.  

Maria followed, pulling the door shut behind them. The lock clicked into place, sealing them inside.  

A shiver ran up her spine. There was no going back now.  

---  

The gym was eerily quiet, the usual noise of treadmills and weight machines replaced by the soft hum of the ventilation system.  

Neither of them spoke as Maria led the way down the dimly lit hallway, their footsteps echoing against the tile floor. They both seemed hesitant to break the silence.

When they reached the gymnastics room, Maria flicked on the lights.  

Only half came on, but it was enough. The warm glow spilled across the padded floor, casting shadows.

It felt almost sacred.  

A private battleground.  

Maria turned, glancing at Lauren, and nearly gasped in surprise.

Lauren had already tossed her gym bag aside and was stripping down, yanking her shirt over her head, baring her breasts, fingers moving quickly and efficiently.  

Like she didn’t have a worry in the world. Like she couldn’t wait to get her hands on her.

Maria exhaled slowly, watching as Lauren peeled off her shoes, her socks, her leggings, and finally her underwear, before standing straight and walking naked to the center of the softly lit mat.

Maria’s heart hammered in her chest. She guessed they were doing this naked again.

Not that it had ever really been a question.  

Maria kicked of her sandals, then reached for the hem of her own shirt, her movements slower, but steady. She pulled it over her head, the fabric whispering against her skin, then unclipped her bra, letting it slide down her arms before she tossed it onto the bench.  

The room was warm, but not stifling.  

The mats beneath her bare feet felt cool, grounding.  

She rolled down her leggings next, then her underwear, until she was just as bare as Lauren.  

She looked down at her feet and took a deep, steadying breath, watching as her unsupported breasts rose and fell.

She lifted her chin, locking eyes with Lauren.

Maria had studied Lauren’s picture more times than she cared to admit. She already knew her rival had been training just as hard as she had. But seeing her in motion, seeing the way her muscles tensed and flexed beneath her pale skin, was something else entirely.  

Neither of them spoke.  

They just watched each other.  

Then, as if following some unspoken cue, they both began to stretch.

Maria bent forward, reaching for her toes, feeling the tight pull in her hamstrings. As she straightened, she made sure to roll her shoulders deliberately, letting the movement emphasize the tight, lean definition in her back. Her abs contracted, the deep lines of her core flexing as she shifted her stance.  

Lauren’s eyes flickered over her, taking it all in.  

Then the blond woman lifted her arms above her head, stretching her body long, her ribs expanding as she pulled herself tall. Maria watched as the muscles along her torso tightened, her breasts lifting slightly with the motion.  

Lauren’s back, already defined before, was now sculpted, the lines of muscle standing out beneath her smooth, ivory skin. The dim light made every shift in her body more pronounced, highlighting the deep cut of her lats, the tautness of her lower back.  

Then Maria’s gaze drifted lower.  

Lauren’s ass, always firm, looked even tighter now, the muscles flexing subtly as she adjusted her stance. Her legs were definitely bigger than they had been six months ago.

Maria exhaled slowly, stretching her arms behind her head.  

She had known Lauren had been training. But seeing her now?  

It just confirmed what she already felt in her gut.  

This was going to be a fucking war.

Maria felt a rush of trepidation mixed with satisfaction at the thought.  

Good.

She rolled out her shoulders, trying to shake off the last of her nerves.

“Same rules as last time?” she asked.  

Lauren met her gaze, “Works for me.”  

Maria exhaled slowly.  

She was nervous. Not as nervous as last time, when she had had no idea what she was doing. This time, she felt different.

The dozens of hours she had spent wrestling the bigger, stronger Grace had certainly made her more able and more confident.

And now, she was ready.  

She stepped toward the center of the mats, and Lauren immediately mirrored her. They stopped just a few feet apart.  

For a moment, the room was completely silent except for the sound of their breathing, already a little sharp with adrenaline, their bodies humming with the anticipation of the fight.  

They each fell into a loose crouch, circling each other, muscles tensed, eyes locked.  

Neither of them made the first move.  

The energy between them was almost suffocating, the weight of everything pressing down on them; their rivalry, their history, the months of bickering and simmering tension.  

Maria’s fingers twitched.  

Lauren shifted her weight slightly.  

Maria decided to break it.  

“You wanted to go after my tits so bad last time?” she taunted, her voice sharp. 

She spread her arms slightly, her chest pushing forward in challenge.  

“Well, here they are.”  

Lauren snarled.

Maria charged.  

Lauren matched her as quickly as she could, both of them lunging forward, bodies surging across the mat.

They met in the center of the mat with a thunderous collision, their bare bodies slamming together with the force of two rugby players crashing into a tackle. The sharp smack of flesh against flesh echoed through the room as their chests flattened violently against each other

Maria had instinctively dropped her stance a hair lower during their charge, and her breasts pressed up into Lauren’s from underneath, forcing them to lift slightly on the blonde’s chest.  

She could feel everything, the tightness of Lauren’s toned body, the heat radiating between them, and the sharp, unmistakable pressure of Lauren’s hardened nipples digging into her own soft skin.  

Their arms wrapped around each other almost instantly, fingers digging into backs as they locked up in a fierce embrace. Their muscles flexed as they tried to overpower one another, legs straining as they pushed and twisted, each trying to force the other back.  

Maria gritted her teeth, digging her toes into the mat as she tried unsuccessfully to power Lauren forward. Her breasts, already pressing firmly into Lauren’s, molded and shifted against the blonde’s slightly lifted chest with every breath, every movement.  

They were already starting to sweat.

Lauren growled in frustration and tried to adjust, shifting her stance to neutralize Maria’s lower positioning, but Maria held firm, keeping the pressure where it was, forcing Lauren to feel her pushing up into her.  

Their bodies trembled with the strain, their grips tightening, breaths coming faster, their skin slick and burning from the intense contact.  Maria could feel every inch of Lauren’s body straining against hers. Their muscles flexed, their chests heaving, sweat slicking their skin as they struggled for control.  

Then Lauren shifted.  

With a sudden twist of her hips, she turned Maria slightly off balance, creating just enough space between them without fully breaking their hold. Maria barely had time to react before Lauren surged forward, slamming her chest back into hers with a fleshy, resounding smack.  

Maria gasped at the force of it, the impact sending a sharp jolt through her body as her breasts compressed violently against Lauren’s before bouncing back into shape.  

Not to be outdone, she immediately returned the favor. With a grunt, she pulled slightly back from Lauren before ramming her chest forward. Their breasts collided again, the sound of flesh-on-flesh filling the warm air, their bodies rocking slightly from the force of each strike.  

Lauren let out a sharp breath, but she didn’t hesitate. She did the same, pulling Maria in just enough to create momentum before throwing her chest forward again, meeting Maria’s head-on.  

The smacks of their bodies colliding grew rhythmic, an aggressive back-and-forth exchange as they continued slamming their breasts together, neither willing to back down from this impromptu titfight.  

“Told you. My tits are crushing yours."  Maria grunted out through the pain.

Lauren let out a choked, humorless laugh, tightening her grip on Maria’s back. "The hell they are. I can feel yours flattening every time."  

Maria growled, jerking Lauren just slightly to one side before driving her chest forward again, harder this time. "Funny. Feels like yours are about to cave back into you chest.”

Lauren hissed at the impact but retaliated immediately, her breasts slapping forcefully against Maria’s in response. "Dream on. You’re the one getting crushed here!”

They kept at it, again and again, their chests colliding in the small space that existed between them, their arms still wrapped around each other in a loose but firm embrace.  

The force of each hit sent subtle ripples through their flesh, their breasts flattening momentarily before reforming, their nipples dragging and grinding together as they rocked back and forth.

Then they both gasped as they slammed into each other with equal force, their breasts colliding in a crushing impact that sent shockwaves through both their bodies as they both pulled the other forward at the same time. The smack of flesh echoed through the gym, sweat spraying from the sheer force of their chests smashing together.  

Before Maria could pull back again, Lauren wrapped her arms around her in an even tighter hug, pulling her in, crushing the length of their sweat soaked torsos together.

Maria responded in kind, tightening her grip, pulling Lauren in just as forcefully, refusing to let her take control.  

“What’s the matter?” she snarled, “tired of getting your tits whipped by mine?"  

Lauren didn’t answer with words. Instead, she let out a low, guttural growl and squeezed tighter, her arms flexing, muscles straining to the limit.  

Their chests ground together in slow, relentless friction, breasts flattening and shifting as they wrestled in the tight embrace. Their nipples, already stiff, scraped and stabbed against soft flesh, the constant grinding contact sending sharp, electric jolts through her.  

Their breath came faster, hotter, damp against each other’s skin. Their legs shifted, bodies twisting slightly, testing, searching for an advantage, as they went at each other like a pair of butting rams.

Then, at almost the same time, they began trying to trip each other.  

Maria lowered her base, bending her knees, shifting her hips underneath Lauren’s. If she could get low enough, she could lift and throw her to the mat—just like Grace had drilled into her countless times.  

But the moment she moved, she felt Lauren adjust instantly.  

Maria’s stomach tightened. Lauren had pulled her hips back, shifting into a light crouch, the perfect counter.  

Maria felt a sudden rush of doubt. Shit. That wasn’t luck. That wasn’t instinct.  

Lauren had trained for this.  

Their bodies remained locked together, muscles coiled tight as they grappled in an unrelenting bear hug. Every inch of them strained, their arms squeezing with everything they had, trying to crush the other into submission.  

Their legs tangled slightly as they shifted, pushing and twisting, their feet digging into the mat for leverage. Their chests remained mashed together, their breath coming in heavy bursts, their ribs expanding and contracting against each other.  

Maria felt Lauren’s muscles tense, a subtle shift in weight. She knew what was coming a split second before Lauren moved.  

Lauren swung her hips forward, trying to hook Maria over them in a sudden, explosive hip toss.  

But Maria was ready.  

She braced, dropping her own weight low, countering the momentum before it could take hold. Lauren grunted in frustration as her attempt was neutralized. 

They each asserted themselves with a few pulsating squeezes, before settling back in to their grinding bear hug. 

Lauren growled. "Looks like you’ve been practicing, bitch."

"Like you haven’t? Or did that hip toss just come to you?"

Lauren’s grip tightened on Maria’s back, fingers digging hard into her sweat-slicked skin. "I don’t need practice to throw your ass down."

"Then what the hell are you waiting…”

She suddenly gasped in pain as Lauren’s heel slammed down on her toes.

A sharp jolt shot up Maria’s leg as her grip instinctively loosened for just a second. That was all the opening Lauren needed.

Before Maria could react, Lauren jumped up onto her, wrapping her strong legs around Maria’s waist in a crushing body scissor. At the same time, she tightened her arms around Maria’s upper back, locking in an even more brutal bear hug.

Maria let out a sharp gasp as Lauren’s legs crushed into her ribs, her strong thighs pressing into Maria’s sides like steel bands.

The sudden shift in weight nearly took Maria down immediately, her knees buckling slightly as Lauren latched on, her entire body wrapped around her like a python trying to squeeze the life out of its prey.  

Maria staggered, her muscles burning, her breath coming in short, pained bursts.

“Urgh! Get off me!*” she growled, bouncing up and down as much as she could with 140lbs wrapped around her, trying to dislodge the blonde.

“Give up slut,” Lauren hissed in her ear, “or I’ll crush your fucking ribs!”

Maria let out a frustrated grunt, her arms still squeezing Lauren as hard as she could, though she was quickly loosing steam.

She stomped forward, taking a few shaky, labored steps with Lauren’s weight wrapped around her, her knees trembling with effort.  

Each step felt heavier, her legs like lead, her core straining to keep her upright.  

She bounced again, jerking her body, but Lauren’s grip was ironclad.   

Fuck. Her whole body was screaming.

Her lungs burned, her ribs aching from the relentless pressure.  

And then her legs gave out and she dropped to her knees under the weight of her opponent.

Her breath was ragged, sweat dripping down her back as she sat back on her knees, Lauren still coiled around her. Clearly the other woman had no intention of letting her go.

Maria growled, releasing the bear hug she had been holding onto for so long.  

She planted her left palm squarely on Lauren’s breast, shoving into her chest with all her strength, causing the pale mass to contort around her hand.

With the other hand, she gripped her chin, fingers digging into the curve of her jaw, and pushed.  

Lauren grunted, her head tilting back as Maria shoved, trying to pry her off.  

But Lauren refused to loosen her grip.

Her breath hissed against Maria’s fingers as she tightened her arms even more,  “You’re not going anywhere, bitch.”  

Maria snarled like an animal caught in a trap, her fingers pressing harder against Lauren’s jaw, her body on fire from the pressure of Lauren’s legs around her waist. She felt like she was going to vomit.

Desperation surged through her, and with a anguished yell, she tapped into all of her strength, rearing back, arching as far as she could on her knees, dragging Lauren’s weight up with her.  

Lauren held on, instinctively trying to pull her back down, but Maria didn’t stop.  

With every ounce of strength she had left, she threw herself forward, slamming Lauren’s back against the mat with a bone-jarring impact.  

The force of the landing drove the air from Lauren’s lungs, her grip loosening for the first time.  

Maria felt the shock ripple through Lauren’s body, heard the sharp huff of breath as she struggled to inhale.  

She ripped herself free, shoving at Lauren’s arms with both hands, breaking the bear hug, then twisting to pry open the tight coil of legs around her waist.  

Lauren tried to hold on, but Maria wrenched herself loose, shuffling quickly back on her knees, creating some space between them before standing up.

The blond woman remained on her butt, one arm braced slightly behind her for support. She had her right leg raised in front of her, foot primed to fire off a kick should Maria approach.

Maria took a careful step forward, only to slide back as Lauren kicked out at her, missing her thigh by just a few inches.

“What,” Maria panted, “are we kicking now?”

“Oh, get off your high horse bitch,” Lauren replied, her breathing also labored, “you punched me last time.”

Maria feigned forward, her body tensing as if she was about to lunge.  

Lauren took the bait.  

She fired off another sharp kick, her muscular leg snapping out fast, aiming for Maria’s ribs.  

But this time, Maria was ready.  

She caught Lauren’s ankle with her left hand, gripping it tightly as she wrenched it to the side and stepped forward.  

Lauren’s balance was instantly thrown off. She let out a sharp breath as her body twisted, her back hitting the mat with a dull thud.  

But she wasn’t done yet.  

Before Maria could capitalize, Lauren drove her other foot straight into Maria’s stomach.  

Maria let out a grunt as the force of the push knocked the wind out of her, but she refused to let go. She kept moving forward, her grip still locked around Lauren’s right ankle, trying to press the advantage.  

Lauren extended her left leg fully, pushing into Maria’s stomach with all the strength in her quad.  

Maria felt herself being lifted off the ground, her body tipping forward as Lauren’s foot acted like a spring beneath her.  

For a moment, she was suspended in the air, balancing awkwardly on Lauren’s outstretched leg, like a child playing airplane on their parent’s foot.  

Then, gravity took over.  

Her weight tipped forward, and she crashed down onto Lauren in a chaotic tangle of limbs.  

Their sweaty bodies collided with force, arms scrambling, legs twisting as they fought to gain control in the messy, uncontrolled fall.  

Neither had expected the sudden shift, and for a brief second, they were both left scrambling, trying to be the first to react and take control of the chaotic position they had landed in.

The moment Maria landed on top of her, Lauren exploded into motion, bucking wildly beneath her, twisting her body with everything she had in an effort to throw her off.
Maria felt herself nearly roll to the side as Lauren bridged her hips up hard, her toned legs kicking wildly, trying to create space.

But Maria had just enough control.

She reacted quickly, getting a hold of both of Lauren’s wrists and leaning forward, using her superior position to muscle the blonde’s hands to the mat.

With her arms trapped, Lauren doubled her efforts with her lower body, her hips bucking violently, her legs pin-balling in every direction. She twisted left, then right, trying to unseat the Latina woman.
Maria clenched her jaw and bore down with her weight, keeping the other woman’s torso down with her own. She struggled to entwine the pale woman’s muscular legs.
With some effort she managed to hook her feet around Lauren’s calves and begin to force her legs apart, stretching her opponent out beneath her.

Trying to lock this hold in while Lauren was thrashing like a wild animal beneath her was no small feat. Maria could feel the energy burning away, her muscles straining as she worked to keep Lauren pinned. But she knew Lauren had to be burning even more, burning herself out as she fought tooth and nail to escape.

She exhaled sharply, staring down at her rival, their faces only inches apart.
Their bodies were sealed together, sweaty torsos pressing so tightly that Maria could feel every defined ridge of Lauren’s abs against her own. Their chests rose and fell in staggered breaths, their skin sticking together, their legs tangled in a slow, grinding struggle for dominance.

Their hips shifted, and Maria’s pussy rubbed roughly over the blond woman’s stomach, just above her crotch. She felt a burning heat radiate through her.

Lauren locked eyes with her, still defiant, still full of fire.

Every muscle in Maria’s body felt like it was bulging from the sheer effort, her arms and legs locked in a brutal contest with Lauren’s. Beneath her, Lauren’s powerful legs rippled with resistance, her thighs flexing as she fought against the slow but steady force spreading them apart.  

For long, grueling seconds, neither of them moved much, being locked in a tense, grinding stalemate. The only sounds were their harsh, panting breaths, the low grunts of exertion, and the slick slide of sweat-covered skin against skin.  

Maria had her trapped.  

Lauren couldn’t bridge out of this, couldn’t use her arms to pry her off, couldn’t summon the leverage to throw her aside. Maria’s position was too dominant.  

Sweat dripped from Maria’s face onto Lauren’s as she poured everything she had into the hold, forcing the blond woman to blink rapidly. 

The Latina’s fingers dug into the blonde’s wrists as she pushed her arms up and out.  At the same time, she bore down with her legs, pushing outward with relentless pressure, forcing Lauren’s thighs wider inch by inch.  

Lauren gritted her teeth, shaking her head, her breath coming in sharp bursts as she fought to keep her legs closed. Her abs flexed beneath Maria’s, their tight stomachs pressing together with every ragged breath. Their bodies were slick, hot, trembling under the strain, locked together in an exhausting test of pure strength.  

Lauren pulled her arms down towards her waist, using Maria’s grasping hands as leverage to pull herself just a few inches up, her sweaty back sliding easily on the mat.

Then Maria felt the other woman suddenly bucked, arching her hips hard off the mat, slamming her vagina directly into Maria’s.  

Maria let out a strangled gasp as a wave of heat surged through her body like an electric charge. The impact of Lauren’s pussy slamming into hers had momentarily stunned her, a mix of pain and pleasure that caught her off guard.

Lauren seized the opening instantly.  

With a fierce burst of effort, she kicked her left leg forward and out, breaking free from Maria’s grip. At the same time, she twisted her torso just enough to force Maria a few inches off her, disrupting the control she had worked so hard to maintain.  

Maria barely had time to react before Lauren drove her freed knee up, slamming it between Maria’s legs.  

“Agghh!” Maria yelled in pain as her rival’s pale knee slammed between her legs and dug in.

Lauren pushed upwards with her knee, driving Maria up and off of her, as she attempted to roll her over.

Instead of allowing Lauren to take control, Maria released her entirely, rolling off and planting her left hand and foot against the mat, stumbling slightly as she pushed herself to her feet.  

Lauren wasn’t far behind.  

The blonde twisted her body fluidly, rolling onto her side before driving herself up onto her knees and then surging to her feet.  

Now standing, both women locked eyes again, their chests rising and falling with heavy, labored breaths.  

They were soaked in sweat, their bodies glistening under the dim lights. Red patches covered their arms, torsos, and legs—marks left behind from the brutal friction of the mat and each other.  

Their short hair was a chaotic mess, strands plastered to their foreheads and temples, sticking out at odd angles from their constant struggle.  

Their breasts were swollen from the relentless battle, the constant smacking, grinding, and squeezing having left them flushed and tender.  

For a long moment, they simply stood there, catching their breath, their muscles tense and burning, neither willing to show even the slightest hint of weakness.  

Maria wiped a hand across her forehead, smearing sweat away before rolling her shoulders. “Did you just hump me, slut?"

“Oh, please you whore,” Lauren panted, “you were the one rubbing your pussy all over my stomach.”

They moved toward each other again, but this time there was no reckless charge.  

Both women were slower, more cautious, circling slightly as they approached, eyes locked, muscles tense.  

Their hands reached out at the same time, fingers scrambling before gripping tightly, intertwining as they closed the distance. Their palms pressed together, their fingers laced in a tight grip as they strained against each other, testing strength, their knuckles whitening as they fought to force the other’s wrists back.  

Maria took a step in, planting her right foot between Lauren’s and driving forward, shoving her chest right up into the other woman’s.

Their swollen boobs mashed together, flesh flattening and spreading as their bodies met again, their slick skin sliding against one another. Their nipples met head on, pink pair and brown pair crushing against each other.

Lauren let out a low moan, her breath shaky from the sensation, but she didn’t back down. Instead, she stepped forward as well, matching Maria’s pressure.
She pressed her forehead into Maria’s, their noses nearly brushing as their breaths came hot and heavy against each other’s faces.  

"Get your saggy tits off me, whore," Lauren growled.

Maria bared her teeth, pressing in even harder.  

Their bodies were welded together, arms trembling from the strain, fingers clenched so tightly around each other’s hands that neither could move without the other feeling it.  

Their foreheads ground together as they panted against each other’s lips, their legs braced, their feet digging into the mat as they tried to drive forward.  

Lauren suddenly reversed course.  

With a sharp, unexpected jerk, she yanked backward and twisted to her right.  

Maria’s momentum carried her forward, her body surging past Lauren as the blonde stuck her leg out, hooking her foot behind Maria’s ankle and tripping her.  

At the same time, Lauren wrenched her hands free from Maria’s, breaking their grip entirely.  

Maria lost balance and fell, landing with a hard thud on her side, the impact jolting up her spine.  

But before Lauren could capitalize, Maria recovered fast, twisting her body to face her rival, sitting upright, legs bent, hands planted on the mat, staring up at the blonde who loomed above her.  

Lauren stood over her, sweat dripping from her body, her chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. But it was the look in her eyes that made Maria’s muscles tense. The sharp, predatory glint of a woman about to strike.  

Lauren took a slow, measured step forward, her body coiled like a panther ready to pounce.  

Maria wasn’t about to let her. She took a page out of Lauren’s book, snapping her foot forward with everything she had, the ball of her foot slamming hard into Lauren’s shin.  

Lauren let out a sharp cry as her leg buckled from the sudden pain, her balance crumbling. She fell forward, her body crashing down directly into Maria’s lap.  

But the blonde wasn’t down for long.  

Lauren reacted instantly, wrapping her toned legs around Maria’s right leg in a crushing scissor while her arms locked around Maria’s left, pulling it across her body.  

Then she stretched herself out.  

Maria’s eyes flew open as her legs were forced apart.

Lauren’s powerful thighs clamped down like a vice, locking her right leg in place, while her arms yanked Maria’s left to the side at a punishing angle.  

A deep, splitting agony tore through Maria’s groin and inner thighs as her legs were wrenched apart. Her back arched, her muscles spasming under the intense stretch.  

She felt like she was being torn in half.  

She gritted her teeth, trying to force down the pain, her mind scrambling for an escape. Her right hand shot up, gripping Lauren’s damp blonde hair, and she yanked hard, forcing the blonde’s head back.  

Lauren hissed in pain but didn’t let go. She forced Maria’s leg to the mat with her hands, then put one forearm across her ankle, pinning her leg down. Her now free hand shot towards a new target, and she latched onto Maria’s pussy, digging her fingers viciously into her second pair of lips.

A searing bolt of pain shot through her, making her vision blur for a moment.  

She screamed. Holy shit, she couldn’t remember anything hurting so bad.

Lauren’s grip tightened. "Give up, bitch,” she growled as she flexed her legs, spreading Maria’s even wider.

Maria gasped, her body trembling, every nerve on fire. 

She released Lauren’s hair and grabbed at her face, squeezing her cheeks brutally, before plunging two fingers straight into the blonde’s mouth, forcing past her lips before hooking them deep into the inside of her cheek and tugging like she just caught a fish.

Lauren’s eyes went wide in shock, her body jerking from the unexpected intrusion.  

Maria yanked her head hard to the side, twisting her rival’s neck at an awkward angle.  

Lauren let out a muffled grunt. Maria could feel the outsides of her teeth moving against her fingers. She let go of her groin and placed her hand on the mat, pushing herself straight with both arms, and sitting upright on Maria’s meaty thigh.

Maria twisted her hips and swung her now free leg up, shoving her foot against Lauren’s chin, and shoving her back. Lauren let out a short gasp as her body was forced backwards. She tumbled onto her back, her toned legs splaying out.

Maria moved to sit up, planting her hands behind her for leverage. But Lauren struck first. With a fierce snarl she heaved her left leg up and drove her foot hard across Maria’s chest.

Maria grunted as her own momentum was abruptly halted, her body jolting as Lauren’s foot crushed both her boobs up into her chest.

As the two of them held each other in this awkward position, Maria suddenly wondered what their coworker would say if they could see them now. After the last few weeks everyone in the office knew that they hated each other. That much was obvious, but there was no way any of them would have imagined that after hours, these two professional women in their mid 30s would be locked in a desperate, naked tangle on the floor of a dimly lit gym.

She gritted her teeth as Lauren’s foot held her back. She pulled her own leg back, bending at the knee and taking her foot off Lauren’s chin, driving it straight forward, striking the blond woman right in the exposed pussy.

Lauren yelled in pain as Maria kicked her. Maria could feel the other woman’s pussy moving beneath her toes, and she shoved off, extending her leg to it’s full length, pushing herself backwards and Lauren away from her.

She quickly rolled over, crawling away from the other woman, but before she got more than a few feet, Lauren flung herself at her, wrapping her arms around her waist and bringing her down like a lioness taking down a wildebeest.

She dragged herself up on Maria’s body, grabbing her hair and using it to pull herself up so that she straddled the small of Maria’s back.

She let go of her hair and grabbed onto her shoulders, shoving them to the ground. In desperation Maria bucked like a wild horse and turned, managing to dislodge the blond enough that she could spin to her back looking up at her.

Lauren gave an exhausted cry and just flopped her boobs down onto Maria’s face before the she could react.

She wrapped her arms around the back of Maria’s head and crushed down, her boobs covering her nose and mouth, sealing her in tight.

Maria let out a muffled gasp, her body jerking as she tried to turn her head. She fought viciously, her legs kicking, her hands grabbing at Lauren’s sides.

Maria began to panic. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t see.

Lauren’s pale, swollen, sweat soaked boobs filled her face. She felt like she was suffocating. Her left eye stung, something sharp was poking at it, and she realized it was Lauren’s nipple.

There was sweat in her nose, in her eyes, on her lips. Every inhale she tried to take was met with nothing but humid skin.

She thrashed in desperation, but was unable free herself. Her hands clawed for anything they could reach, burying themselves in Lauren’s damp, short hair, tugging on it viciously. She heard the other woman snarl in pain, but she didn’t let up.

She opened her mouth to bite her, to do anything to break free, but couldn’t even spread her lips enough to get her teeth out.
She started to feel a pounding in her ears, a rush in her head. Fuck. Fuck! She couldn’t take this anymore. She couldn’t take it! SHE HAD TO GET OUT!

She blindly tapped Lauren’s side, just like how she signaled to Grace that she gave up in their practice matches.

Lauren didn’t let up. Her pulse spiked. Shit! Shit! Shit! She tapped her side five or six times in rapid succession, frantic, pleading. and took in a blessed, ragged, mouthful of air as Lauren’s boobs lifted off her face. Her arms were still around her head.

“You give up, bitch?” Lauren growled down at her.

“Yes.” Maria whimpered, hardly able to hear herself.

“So, you know what that means, right? You’re ready to eat my pussy?”

A crushing wave of dread and disappointment flooded Maria. She scowled in defiance, but quickly nodded as Lauren began to slowly lower her boobs. “Ok. Ok. Fine.”

Lauren unwrapped her arms for behind her head and clambered forward, straddling her neck, before lowering her pussy onto her face.

The blond woman moaned as she rode her. One had running through her short hair, the other grabbing at her own breast. After just a minute or two she convulsed on top of her as she reached an explosive climax. 

After a few panted breaths, the blond woman stood up off of her, she walked across the mat to where her clothes lay piled by her gym bag. She pulled out a towel and quickly wiped herself down before starting to dress.

Maria lay on the mat, staring at the dim light on the ceiling. Her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

She was absolutely devastated.

Every muscle in her body ached, her skin was on fire, and her lungs burned with exertion. But none of that compared to the hollow crushing feeling in her chest.

After all her work, all her training, after pushing herself to the limit week after week.
How could she loose?

She felt the sting behind her eyes before she could stop it. A deep, bitter frustration welling up inside her, mixing with exhaustion, humiliation, and anger.

Lauren walked back on to the mat, fully dressed now and stood over her.
“I told you I was the better woman bitch. See you on Monday if you’ve got the guts to ever show your face in the office again.”

With that she walked off, and Maria heard the door open and shut. She laid there for another few seconds, really starting to cry now. She then stood up and walked over to her own bag.

She flipped her phone over to check the time. She had a message from Grace: “So did you do it? How’d it go?”


THE END

[CuriousCombat]

Thank you so much for doing this. This was one of my favourite wrestling stories.