This one is fiction.
My girlfriend Shawna had gotten more and more comfortable doing catfights and women’s wrestling matches. After the first one, which was a private match in a ring that she did solely because catfighting is one of my fetishes, she had agreed to let producers/cameramen market the videos, because then she got paid. When we travelled, she got a vacation from me and cash from the producer. A win, win! Plus, she was liking the fact that guys got off on seeing her in a fight and monitored how her videos sold.
I had really upped the ante this time. In addition to women’s wrestling and catfighting, women smoking, and women in leather, I had a fetish for women in wetsuits and scuba gear. I already knew that several companies in Florida did underwater filming, including some underwater catfighting. I broached the subject with Shawna. Although she was now more comfortable with fighting a woman, knowing that generally nobody got really hurt, she was very nervous with the underwater/scuba aspect of it. She wasn’t a particularly strong swimmer (she wasn’t an athlete at all) and had never gone diving.
After some particularly strong persuading from me, she agreed. I explained her concerns to the company in Florida and they assured us that experience with scuba wasn’t really necessary. They film in a pool with two cameramen and so support was always nearby.
Shawna really liked the idea of the wetsuit because she had gotten into the latex fetish. The Florida company had acquired a very small vintage smoothskin wetsuit with a hood that they wanted to use with the right model. They also had recently gotten some old chain link fencing that they wanted to use for a pseudo-shark cage. It all came together for us. Shawna would be paid pretty good money for this video.
We arrived in Florida the day before the shoot, having arranged for Shawna to experience scuba by practicing at the pool. We met Fred, the producer, who helped Shawna suit up. Damn she looked sexy in that gear. It was pure vintage: smoothskin wetsuit, tight hood, oval mask, lead weight belt, single tank, single hose regulator. Fred cautioned Shawna to maybe not smoke so much before diving for the video the next day. Shawna exhaled a big plume of smoke and let him know that that just was not possible. He decided to incorporate it into the script. Shawna was very awkward and nervous in the water and Fred said he would work that into the script as well. We finished the “practice session” and went to our hotel, very close to where we were filming.
We checked in and went to the hotel bar. Shawna was all decked out in her knee high leather boots, skin tight leather mini-skirt, and leather motorcycle jacket. She did a few shots of Jager and smoked incessantly. There weren’t many people in the bar, and the couple not far from us overheard us talking about the shoot. It turns out that it was the other model and her boyfriend. The other model, Jeanne, was very good looking and obviously in very good shape. She was drinking light beer and was a non-smoker.
Shawna had a good buzz going, and can be a little boisterous when she’s drinking and nervous. She was kind of bragging about the modeling she had done, fetish work in the catfighting, leather and smoking realms. Jeanne had actually done a ton of mainstream modeling, and had been a competitive swimmer and a veteran scuba diver. I could tell that she found Shawna a little annoying and she and her boyfriend left to go to their room.
The next day, Shawna was even more of a wreck. By the time we got to the pool in the early afternoon, she’d already had a good bit of Champagne, a couple of joints, and half a pack of cigarettes to calm her nerves. Fred, Jeanne and her boyfriend, and Stan, the other cameraman, were all there. We were late and they asked Shawna to get ready quickly.
The storyline was that Jeanne and Shawna would be two divers in a shark tank who get into a fight. Jeanne would be the victor, choking Shawna, attacking her crotch and using the cage itself as a weapon against her, then leaving her injured after the fight. As is usual in these things, the attacks would be faked, just for show. Shawna, at only 5’3” and 110 lbs, was dwarfed by Jeanne who was probably 5’8” and 145 lbs. The two would be rivals, with a simmering hatred between them. Fred would incorporate Shawna’s smoking in the filming as a result of her nerves.
Fred had put the four pieces of chain link fence in the pool and linked them together into a square. One of the lengths had an operating door in it.
The filming started with Shawna smoking a cigarette and slowly stripping, the cool breeze making her nipples stand erect. She struggled to squeeze herself into the wetsuit bottoms. She was breathing heavy from the effort. When she got them on, she walked around awkwardly, then lit another cigarette. She placed the burning cigarette in the ashtray and then squeezed into her neoprene rubber top. Again, she was breathing heavy and paused for a drag from her cigarette. She then pulled on her rubber hood, which was attached to the jacket, and managed to get all of her hair tucked into it. She put her oval mask on so that it was perched on her head. She strapped on her lead weight belt and put on her flippers. Again she paused for a drag from her cigarette before I, obscured from the filming, helped her with her single tank. She pulled her mask down over her eyes, took two final puffs from her cigarette, crushed it out in the ashtray and put her mouthpiece in.
All the while, the second camera had filmed Jeanne donning her one piece shorty wetsuit and sneering at Shawna.
