WIFE vs. EXOTIC DANCER 2: THE REMATCH!
Grace vs. Charlotte
Cute little Grace always dreamed of love, but she never thought she would find it. She was five-foot-two and ninety-five pounds, had small breasts and no real figure. She could barely see without her thick, wide glasses. The pale, thin, short-brown-haired young woman wasn’t what most men wanted. Her life changed when she met Brian, and they were married. Brian was Grace’s world. Shy and reserved, the word ‘sexy’ simply didn’t apply to her. Frustrated, Brian began to seek excitement elsewhere. He began coming home late some nights, giving Grace excuses she didn’t believe. Grace eventually followed him and learned he was going to a local strip club. She was devastated to learn that her husband was practically obsessed with a small, strawberry blonde dancer with an amazing body named Charlotte.
Grace’s best friend, Joan, suggested Grace should spice up her marriage by stripping or dancing for Brian, but Grace knew she couldn’t hope to compete with a professional dancer. However, on the night she followed Brian to the club, she learned that the dancers occasionally wrestled in oil. They took on each other . . . and any amateur who wanted a shot at the meager prize money awarded to the winners. Determined to win back her husband’s attention, Grace shocked him by showing up at the club without his knowledge and challenging Charlotte to wrestle. Her plan backfired. Grace was hopelessly outclassed by Charlotte’s far superior body and greater experience. The dancer humbled the young wife in front of her husband, easily defeating her.
For a time, the match produced the desired results. Brian was much more interested in Grace than before. In time, that interest faded. Grace was afraid she was losing him. She took her problem to her best friend, Joan.
“He tries to hide it,” Grace said, “but I know he thinks about that Charlotte girl I wrestled. He hasn’t gone back to the club, but I know he misses it . . . and her. I know he thinks she’s a better woman than I am. I . . . have to prove
something to him, and to myself. I have to wrestle her again. I have to beat her this time. I HAVE to!”
Joan hesitated, but asked, “What if she beats you . . . again?”
“That won’t happen,” Grace said. “I’ll die first! I know she has a physical advantage over me, but I can compensate with more heart and skill. I thought I was ready for her last time, but I wasn’t. This time I will be. I’m going to need your help.”
Joan rolled her eyes. “I’ll try. Tell Brian we’re having some girls’ nights out. Instead, come over and I’ll help you train.”
Joan became Grace’s coach, trainer, and sparring partner. She had her work cut out for her. Joan could beat Grace with ease. Grace was going to need a lot of work! She told her, “You’re going to have to be a hell of a lot tougher and meaner than you’ve ever been, if you want to beat that woman the way you want to. You’re also going to have to learn to wrestle . . . for real!”
Grace said she had already learned some moves before her first battle with Charlotte, but obviously, they hadn’t been enough. She said she had been watching some pro wrestling clips, but Joan was a smart woman. She knew the complex and highly choreographed moves the pros did would be too difficult for Grace to do, and besides, they wouldn’t work in the kind of match Grace was going into. Joan selected a few adaptable pro moves that might work in the oil, focusing on the kind of holds and moves she thought Grace could perform.
One night, Grace said, “I need something more. It’s not enough for me to squeak out a win over that witch. I need something that Brain will never forget. I need . . . what do they call it? I need a finishing move!” Joan said, “It sounds like you have something in mind.” She did. She wanted to finish Charlotte off with a flashy, off the top rope body splash. “After the way she owned you last time,” Joan said, “you’d better just worry about having your hand raised in the end.” Grace was insistent. She wanted her big finish, to impress Brian.
Joan gave in. She agreed to help Grace learn the move, but she wasn’t
about to lie on her back and let Grace jump on her. Joan had Grace stand on a chair and practice landing on some stiff pillows on the floor. Grace’s early attempts were embarrassing. She jumped down, landed on her knees, then flopped over forward over the pillows. “She won’t even feel that!” Joan finally talked Grace into trying an actual belly flop over the pillows. Grace leapt down off the chair and landed across the pillows. Grace rolled off holding her belly. “If that happens to you in your match, that Charlotte girl will laugh at you! She’ll beat you worse than last time! Come on. Keep trying.” After two weeks and countless tries, Grace finally learned the move. It was hardly an over-the-moon-sault or a Twisted Bliss. It was basic and a bit awkward, but if she landed it, it would do far more damage to Charlotte than it did to Grace. It might be enough.
After the third week, Joan said, “You’re as ready as you’ll ever be. You still have a problem. Do you really think this ‘Charlotte’ woman will give a rematch to an angry, bitter, jealous wife out for revenge?”
Grace said, “After what she did to me last time, I seriously doubt she’s afraid of me.”
“Probably not, but she’ll assume you’re out for blood. She’s a dancer, not a fighter. I doubt it would be worth it to her.”
Grace thought for a moment. “What if I can trick her into thinking I’m not out for revenge?”
Grace’s plan was shocking, but it was the only way she could think of to trick Charlotte into stepping into a ring with her again. Having faced Charlotte in an oil-wrestling match once before, she knew how it worked. In most cases, guys paid for the privilege of rubbing oil on the women before the women wrestled. That gave her an idea. The next time the club had an oil-wrestling event, Grace told Brian that she was going to a theater with Joan. Instead, she went to Joan’s house to change into shorts, a halter top, and sandals. Her pride wouldn’t let her tell Joan what she was planning. Then she drove to the club.
Charlotte was scheduled to wrestle a small blonde girl in a yellow bikini. Several men bid for the chance to rub oil on the slightly favored blonde. Then it was Charlotte’s turn. To the crowd’s delight and Charlotte’s shock, Grace stood and outbid all the guys. She slipped off her sandals and stepped into the oil. Eyes wide, Charlotte’s shocked expression seemed to say, “Uh-uh. No way!” But Grace stood toe to toe with her and whispered, “It’s not what you think. I don’t want to fight. Listen, my husband loved watching you beat me. He gets off on me being submissive. He’s here, watching us.” Charlotte looked around at the crowd. She didn’t see her former best customer, but the place was far too crowded for her to be sure. Grace whispered, “I want you to help me turn him on. Please?” Charlotte shrugged. She fell for it. Grace had lied to her. Brian wasn’t there. Grace couldn’t bear to let him see what she felt she had to do next.
The referee gave Grace a squeeze bottle. She squirted some oil into her hand, and then she started rubbing her hands all over Charlotte’s Bikini-clad, voluptuous body. The crowd ate it up. Fully believing Grace’s ruse, Charlotte played to the audience. She put her hands on Grace’s shoulders and forced her down to her knees. Grace’s eyes drank in a body she had to admit was far superior to her own. She hated her for it. She rubbed oil on Charlotte from her thighs up to her bare waist. Finally, Grace rubbed oil on Charlotte’s breasts. Believing Grace wanted to look totally submissive for her husband, Charlotte turned around, bent over, and thrust her barely covered hips in Grace’s face. With a wicked, teasing smile, the strawberry blonde taunted, “Now that I have you on your knees, kiss my butt!” Grace’s hear pounded. She stared at firm hips completely superior to her own, inches from her face. For her plan to work, she felt she had to obey. Grace scrunched up her face, leaned in, and pressed her lips to one of Charlotte’s hips. The crowd went wild. It was like drinking poison for Grace, but she counted to ten before pulling her lips off of Charlotte’s flesh. Charlotte said, “Now, oil up the rest of me. Finish me.” Grace had never felt so debased in her life. She obeyed, but she thought to herself. “Oh, I’ll finish you! Just you wait! I’ll DEFINITELY finish you!”
Grace felt two inches tall when she left the oil pit, but her plan had worked. She had Charlotte right where she wanted her. Grace then raced back to
Joan’s house and changed back into her original clothes. When she returned to Brian, he never suspected a thing.
The next week, Grace told Brian she was going to the late show with Joan and wouldn’t be back until well after midnight. Becoming suspicious, Brian waited and then drove past the theater. He saw his wife’s car parked there and drove on. He didn’t know that Joan was in on the plot. After Grace parked, Joan picked her up in her car and drove Grace to the club. They parked and waited. A little after midnight, they saw Charlotte leave the club after a night of pole and lap dancing. Joan stayed in the car, as Grace walked to her enemy.
Startled, Charlotte asked, “What do YOU want?” Grace said, “I’ve come to make you an offer. My husband LOVED watching you humiliate me. We had the best night since you beat me last time. I want more. You know the guys at your club loved watching you trounce me, too. How about a rematch? Whatever the club pays you to wrestle one match, I’ll double it. That part will be our secret. I don’t care if you beat me again. Brian would probably prefer you do. Only thing though, it has to be real. Don’t hold back. Give me all you’ve got, because I’ll definitely give you all I’ve got!” Charlotte raised one eyebrow, “So your hubby likes watching me punish you, huh? Looks like you like it too. Oh, well. Whatever turns you on. Okay. Oh, be sure you’re hubby gets a front row seat. I want him there to see this.” Grace shook in anger from her arrogance, but she kept her cool. “Oh, he’ll be here. I wouldn’t want him to miss this!”
As Charlotte walked away, she looked back over her shoulder. “Remember, you asked for this. I’ll use you like a doormat. I WILL give you everything I’ve got!”
Grace kept up her act, trying to look scared. “Thank you.”
When Grace returned, Joan asked, “Well?”
“She fell for it. She’s so stupid! The mouse is in the trap.”
Grace had a hard time keeping her secret from Brian. As the night of the
rematch approached, she had to find a way to get him to it. One night in bed, she said, “I know you miss that club. When I wrestled, I saw a few guys were there with girls. Maybe . . . we can go there together. Don’t worry. I won’t embarrass you. Maybe I can even pick up a few ideas from the dancers. It’ll be okay, as long as we go together.” He jumped at the chance.
On the night they returned to the club, they were able to get front row seats. Brain saw that the tarp and sandbags were set up. He was surprised his wife would take him to see oil wrestling, considering her poor showing before. Grace noticed that there had been subtle changes made to the ring since she fought there before. The sandbags around the tarp-covered mat were higher, and there were now two thin, white ropes surrounding the pit. They were too loose to be anything more than show, but they were connected to four heavily weighted poles, one in each corner. There were four scheduled matches. Halfway through the second, Grace excused herself, saying she had to use the restroom. Instead, she headed to the dressing room to slip out of her clothes, revealing the black bikini she wore beneath them
After the second match ended, the referee announced the next match.
“Our next contest is a special challenge grudge match to be decided by most falls, submission, or knockout and has a fifteen-minute time limit. Introducing first, she stands 5’ 1” tall, weighing in at 109 lbs., wearing a pink string bikini, our own sexy, sultry, Charlotte!” The crowd cheered wildly. Brian’s heart raced, as she spotted him at ringside and shook her body for him, aware of what he was about to witness. “And her opponent, hoping to avenge a humiliating loss to our strawberry blond goddess, she stands 5’ 2” tall, weighing in at 95 lbs., wearing a black bikini, the fighting wife, Amazing Grace!” Brian’s heart almost stopped, as his pale little wife stepped out from behind a curtain and stepped into the oil pit, directly in front of him!
Charlotte had been tricked into thinking Grace only wanted a sexy show to turn on her husband. She had no idea how determined Grace was, or that this wasn’t the hopelessly outclassed little wife she had fought before.
The bell rang. To wild cheers, the ladies splashed together and stood struggling. Grace suddenly wrapped her arms around Charlotte’s head, taking it down to waist level and cranking on a side headlock. Charlotte struggled in vain. Brian watched in awe, as his wife slammed Charlotte to her back with a flip over headlock takedown. Grace worked the headlock. Charlotte’s feet splashed oil. Grace sat up to apply more pressure. Charlotte kicked her feet up, wrapped her delicious legs around Grace’s head, and took her down. Charlotte sat up and worked Grace over with a leg scissors. Propped up on her hands, Charlotte looked right at Brian. She sneered as her legs squeezed tight around his wife’s head. As Grace’s face was crushed between Charlotte’s thighs, now it was Grace’s feet splashing oil on Brian. She tugged desperately at Charlotte’s magnificent legs, but the little brown-haired wife couldn’t budge them. Instead, she slid her hand down Charlotte’s oil-covered legs and pulled back her toes. Charlotte yelped and let go.
They raced up, but Charlotte won that race. She slapped on a headlock of her own. She gave Grace a wild series of tugs. But Grace showed off her newly acquired wrestling skills, driving a hard elbow back deep into the pit of Charlotte’s bare belly. Charlotte shouted, “Whoof!” He cheeks puffed out, and she staggered back. Grace charged her, but she telegraphed her running clothesline. Charlotte ducked under Grace’s swing. They spun to face each other. The more experienced Charlotte instantly leapt up and slammed both feet into Grace’s body. Grace cried out. The standing drop kick floored the little wife. Grace lie in the oil clutching her tiny breasts, her face twisted in pain. As Charlotte came in on her, Grace kicked up at her to hold her off. Charlotte caught one of Grace’s little, pale feet and twisted her ankle viciously. Again, Grace cried out in pain. Brian’s heart thudded. With a taunting but sexy sneer aimed at Brian, Charlotte paid his wife back. Charlotte yanked apart Grace’s toes, bringing another shout from Grace. “Ow! Ow! O-O-O-W!” The crowd roared. Still believing she was in a match only meant to arouse Grace’s husband, Charlotte played to him, and to the crowd. She taunted Grace, saying “You’re a joke next to me! A joke! Give up! Beg me for mercy!” Head thrashing side to side and palms slapping in the oil, Grace cried “No! No! N-o-o-o!” Grace told herself, “Damn it, Grace! You’re overthinking it! Adjust!” Instead of trying to kick free, she slowly bent the knee of the leg Charlotte punished, bringing her foot closer and closer to her own body. Then she
suddenly kicked, catching Charlotte by surprise and kicking her down. Brian let
out a gasp of relief.
The tiny titans leapt up. Grace seized Charlotte’s wrists with both hands, held the dancer’s arm stretched straight out by her side, and twisted Charlotte’s arm with all her strength. Charlotte cried out in a high-pitched voice. Her eyes were wide, shocked not only by Grace’s strength and skill, but by her intensity. She had been led to believe that this was going to be mostly a show to turn on Grace’s husband. Grace had fooled her, and she knew it. A long, slow, brutal arm twist sent Charlotte down to her knees. Grace looked at her husband as she dominated his former obsession, then looked down at Charlotte and demanded, “Now, YOU beg ME!” The crowd loved it. Charlotte didn’t. She knew she had been set up. She also knew Grace was trying to humiliate her in front of her paying customers. She refused to let that happen, but Grace was firmly in control. She forced Charlotte down to her front in the oil. Grace bent Charlotte’s twisted arm up behind her back, putting her into a chicken wing. Grace lunged forward, driving Charlotte’s bent arm further up behind her back. Charlotte screamed in pain, her legs kicking madly behind her. Grace looked back over her shoulder at her husband. She knew the moves she had learned were paying off. She grinned wickedly and told him, “I’ve got her.” The crowd went wild. Charlotte HATED hearing her admirers cheering for the jealous wife. Grace demanded, “Give up! Tell Brian I’m better than you!” Charlotte didn’t care what Brian thought, but her pride and reputation were on the line. She summoned all her strength and rolled them over. With Charlotte on top, the referee counted, “One! Two!” Though Grace had total control, her shoulders were down. She had to let Charlotte go.
Completely outwitted by the jealous wife, Charlotte was hurt and gasping. She tried to use the bottom rope to pull herself out of the ring over the sandbags.
‘No!’, Grace thought. ‘You can’t let her catch her breath!’ With a vicious sneer, Grace curled her fingers in Charlotte’s long, curly, strawberry blonde hair. She smiled wickedly at her husband and then dragged Charlotte kicking and screaming on her butt, pulling her to the middle of the ring by her hair! Grace stood over the woman she hated and started stomping Charlotte’s bare midsection, pulverizing it. Charlotte looked beaten. Grace looked over. The ropes called to her. She thought about going for her off-the-top-rope body splash finishing move.
She wasn’t sure enough. Instead, she leapt up and delivered a far less risky belly flop body splash. Her body crashed down on Charlotte’s body, flesh on flesh. She hooked the leg. The ref counted, “One! Two! Three!” The crowd cheered wildly. Brian couldn’t believe it! His reserved, quiet little wife was beating his former obsession!
A count began. Chest heaving for air, Charlotte propped up on her elbows, looking up at a gloating and very satisfied Grace. Charlotte easily beat the count. She knew she had been totally duped into wrestling a woman who was there to humble her. They ended up palms to palms, fingers locked, straining so hard their bikini-clad bodies shook. It went on and on, neither willing to go down. They ended up with their oil-covered bodies pressed together, chins over each other’s shoulders, still straining. Almost nibbling Grace’s ear, Charlotte hissed, “You . . . said this was only . . . about turning on your husband!” Grace taunted, “I guess I fooled you, didn’t I? You’re so stupid! You’re . . . going down!” Enraged, Charlotte shouted, “Want to bet?”
Charlotte yanked her hands free and viciously pulled Grace’s short, brown hair. Grace screamed, but pulled Charlotte’s long hair, too. After a few seconds, Grace cried out in pain and lost. Charlotte flipped screaming Grace by her hair up off her feet, over, and down with a splash of oil. Teeth bared, Charlotte sat on Grace’s back, seized the short, brown hair now plastered to her skull, and rubbed the pale little wife’s face into the mat, half drowning her in oil. Grace’s feet kicked up awkwardly behind her. Charlotte looked back at Brian and then, in a move meant to shame Grace, she started thrusting her hips back onto Grace’s far less impressive hips, again and again, flattening them. Looking back into her husband’s eyes, Grace’s fists pounded the mat as much in shame as in pain. She knew Charlotte was deliberately shaming her in front of her husband. Charlotte leaned in until her lips touched Grace’s ear and said, “You deserve everything I’m going to do to you!” Again, Charlotte rubbed Grace’s face into the mat. Face coated in oil, Grace could barely breathe, and she couldn’t see.
Grace refused to give up. She finally pulled Charlotte off by her hair, but that only further enraged the sexy, busty dancer.
Now it was Charlotte who was out to demolish her opponent. Grace had fooled her and called her stupid. She intended to prove who would be made a fool of! She rolled the half blind brunette over and drove fists into Grace’s very thin belly. Grace couldn’t get a breath, but Charlotte wanted more than a pin. She dragged the screaming brunette around the ring by her hair, to wild cheers. Then she lifted the gasping little wife up and sat her on the sandbags so that she sat facing out of the ring facing her husband, her dangling feet almost in his lap. With Grace setting on the sandbags with her back against the thin, loose ropes, Charlotte draped Grace’s limp arms over the top rope and pulled the bottom one up over them, tying the helpless wife up in the ropes. Out to break Grace’s heart, Charlotte slid out over the bags and told the trapped wife, “Now you get to see what your hubby REALLY wants!” She slid seductively into Brian’s lap and started kissing him. Her tongue slid into his mouth. Tears rolled from Grace’s brown eyes. She screamed ‘N-O-O-O!” The crowd went wild. Brian wasn’t joining in, but he wasn’t trying to stop it, either. Charlotte was too much woman to resist. Grace thrashed and kicked madly until she pulled free.
Gasping, Grace pulled Charlotte off Brain, but eyes blurred from oil and tears, she stood no chance. Charlotte fired her fist deep into Grace’s belly. Grace doubled over, her arms dangling. The referee had let it go on to thrill the customers, but he finally pulled them back into the oil pit. Grace swooned. Charlotte lifted her and spun her down, landing body on body in a power slam. Charlotte lie across Grace’s limp body, her chin in the heels of her hands, feet rocking behind her, grinning up devilishly at Brian. “One! Two! Three!”
The crowd raised the roof. Charlotte stood, posing with her foot on Grace’s heaving belly. Grace looked up, unable to keep from sobbing. This was wrong! It was all wrong! Brian was watching Charlotte humiliate her, again! The count was on. Grace’s devastated body begged her to stay down, but she looked at Brian in shame and forced herself to rise. Grace was all but finished, and Charlotte knew it. She easily took Grace down and rubbed handfuls of oil in Grace’s face, as Grace gagged and sputtered. Charlotte could have easily pinned her, but fuming over Grace’s trick, Charlotte wanted a much clearer victory. Charlotte wrapped both her thighs around one of Grace’s thighs, both arms around the other one, and spread Grace’s legs wide open and apart in a forced split!
Grace couldn’t even scream. She only cried. She knew Charlotte was displaying the modest wife for the howling crowed to shame her. Her thighs were on fire.
Charlotte knew time was running out. She couldn’t make Grace give up before the bell. Charlotte would easily win the decision, but she wanted it all. She let Grace go, stood, and climbed to the top of the pole that held up the ropes. Flat on her back, Grace looked up heartbroken and in tears at Charlotte as she prepared to end Grace with an off-the-top-rope body splash, the exact same move Grace had wanted to use to impress her husband. Grace had worked so hard to learn how to do it. She knew how to defend against it, too.
Just as Charlotte flew down off the rope pole, Grace brought both her legs up over her body. Charlotte cried out madly, as her bare belly landed across Grace’s feet. Charlotte fell off and curled up in a ball with her arms around her devastated waist. The crowd brought the house down. Grace crawled over and scissored Charlotte’s belly between her legs. Lying on her front with her belly crushed between Grace’s squeezing legs, Charlotte slapped the mats in anguish, her tongue out and flat, looking like she was about to throw up. It went on and on. Grace destroyed her. With only seconds remaining, Grace let her go and rolled her to her back. Then Grace climbed to the top of the pole, spread her arms, and leapt off, delivering her body-on-body splash. She hooked Charlotte’s legs. Both of Charlotte’s feet dangled limply above her. The referee counted. “One! Two! Three!” The crowd erupted. Charlotte was helpless. She was counted out. Grace stood over her enemy with one foot on Charlotte’s breasts, as the referee raised her hand. Grace got her victory and her revenge.
That night, Brian was in awe of his wife. He couldn’t have been more impressed, but he said, “You were amazing! You beat her beyond doubt, but please, promise you won’t try for another match with her!”
She teased, “I’ll think about it.”
Grace was sure that somewhere, Charlotte was thinking about it too.
Note from author
Yeah, I know. The first fight between Grace and Charlotte had a definitive ending, but it was the most popular story I’ve written so far. (although admittedly I had only written three others before this, two posted in the catfighting section) There were calls for a rematch, so I wrote this. I tried to use some of the suggestions I got. I hope you liked it.
