The Nemesis
Chapter 3: The High Stakes Hotel
Since my last battle with Kimiko things have been great for me. The job I won that night in the freight elevator has been everything I had hoped. I’ve even got to keep my competitive side happy with ‘sorority’ matches against Stephanie and some of the other women in the firm.
As good as my professional life has been going, my personal life has been even better. I’m not sure if it was the confidence I gained after vanquishing my rival, but I began receiving attention from men like I had never experienced before. It was nice to have options and I was now confident enough to be myself on dates. I found, met, dated, and married my soulmate. He’s a big, strapping federal agent, named Jake, that is everything I ever wanted in a man.
It’s been 4 years since the fight and I haven’t seen Kim since that night- that is until tonight. Jake and I are out on a great date night, one where we have a hotel room in the Ritz downtown and are enjoying each other’s company in the hotel bar after a nice dinner at a top restaurant. Out of nowhere, I see a short, dark haired woman gives a big hug to Jake.
Jake turns to me “Hey babe, this Kim...she’s the prosecutor on one of my cases.
My jaw almost hits the floor, but I manage to keep my composure. “Hi Kim, it’s been a long time” I say in a monotone, trying with every fiber of my being to keep it together and not letting my husband know how I really feel.
“Yes it has..” Kim says with a wry smile, enjoying getting under my skin. “Your husband is a joy to work with..” she says with a feigned friendliness as she leans in to give me a hug. “And I’m going to take him from you, just like I did when we were in college, bitch” she whispers into my ear.
“You can try, you two bit whore, but you know I’ll beat your ass again” I whisper back, our smiles concealing the seething hatred between us that just immediately rekindled.
“No, you won’t...you got lucky last time, cxnt.”
“Wanna bet? I’ll have you begging me for mercy again, slut.”
After some small talk, Kim and I make up some excuse to head to the bathroom. Fortunately, for us the hotel bar has several, private bathrooms and we get one. I lock the door as it shuts behind us.
Deep down, I always knew that Kim and I would fight again. There was no way either of us could leave it at one win apiece. I just wasn’t expecting it tonight, but I’m more than ready...hell, I even want it to happen tonight.
Kim and I are standing toe to toe, sizing each other up, yet again. Here we are at 29, a full 10 years since our first fight. You can tell both of us are still working out regularly, we each look stronger than we did in our last fight 4 years ago. I weigh 125 pounds now, my arms and legs are lean but muscular, my short red cocktail dress gives Kim a great view of both.
Kim is in hot pink cocktail dress that similarly shows of a physique of a woman who does more than just cardio. I’d guess that she weighs around 130, with her weight advantage all in her muscular legs and tits. Standing in our heels my usual 4 inch height advantage erased as she is sporting an expensive pair of ‘fuck me’ heels that accentuate just how strong her legs look.
Even though we both want to rip each other to shreds right here, right now, we know that it would be catastrophic to our careers. We are going to fight tonight, that much is apparent, it’s just a question of where.
“About that bet...same as the first time...I win, I get your man, maybe tonight...or not....but any time I want....I’m sure all those late night trial prep sessions could be fun...and you can’t say anything... it’s beyond me that he’s with a piece of trailer trash like you anyway, but he’s not really what I’m after...at least long term....I just want to take him from you because I can, you fucking twat.” She states arrogantly. The nerve of this woman. Does this bitch not remember that I kicked her ass last time?
“Ok, bitch, you’re on, but when I beat you.... again, you have to leave the U.S Attorneys Office and go to private practice.....I don’t want you fucking up his career because you’re bitter that I’m the better woman” I respond. She wants to take a man from me again, I’ll take a job from her again.
After some more planning, we leave the restroom and promptly get my husband drunk enough to go through with our scheme. We take him upstairs and pull a set of his handcuffs out of his bag and cuff him to the bed. He is very aware of my history of wrestling other women and I know he thinks he’s about to get to watch me and his coworker.
While I’m putting away the cuff key, I look back- that fucking bitch has stripped my husband’s pants off. “Now, now, Kelli...don’t get mad....I just wanted to see what my prize will be after I beat you...again” she says with a flirtatious giggle, before cutting her eyes back to me and silently mouthing the word ‘bitch’ to me. She saunters back out to the room’s door to wait for me.
“Sorry, baby, I didn’t want to trick you....but we have to settle this ....without you around.... I’ve beat her before and I will again....so don’t worry” I give him a quick kiss and rush to meet Kim by the door.
We walk in silence down the hall and to the elevator. I smile at her as we ride the elevator up a few floors to Kim’s room. “I bet you really hate being in an elevator with me again, don’t ya, bitch?”
“Fuck you, Kelli.... I’m going to break you physically in a few minutes then break you emotionally when I take your man later... you trailer trash twat.”
The elevator opens and we walk to her room. I feel confident that I can put Kim down again, but the butterflies are still there as she opens the door.
Neither of us say a word, we’ve been here before. The small pieces of furniture are moved into the bathroom along with anything that looks breakable, shoes are taken off, dresses removed, folded neatly then placed next to them. So again, Kim and I stand face to face in our bras and underwear, ready to prove who is the better woman.
Kim is looking more toned than she has in our past fights. Her golden skin looking flawless next to her black lace bra and matching thong. Her eyes linger for a bit when they catch my a glimpse of my six pack along with my lean body in a skimpy red bra and matching thong. It’s almost like both of us knew this day would come and have been preparing accordingly.
“You ready, bitch?” I growl.
“Ready to make you cry, and fuck your man...oh, hell yes” she snaps back.
We both start circling each other in the suite’s living room. Crouched and ready, eyes burning with a mutual hatred as we look for an opportunity to attack. Kim is in a bit more of a wrestling stance, while my hands are somewhat higher like a boxer’s.
Kim is the first to make a move as she shoots in to try and take me down. I catch her hair before she gets close enough though and start raining punches into her ribs and lower back. Kim starts trying to fight her way back, but, like always, she can’t hang with me when we are throwing punches. I have to give her credit for her toughness, I’m getting pretty winded by the time one of my body blows finally drops her to a knee.
“Ready to give up...now...bitch!” I growl in a low voice as I use her hair to make her look at me in the eyes.
“Eat shit...Kelli...” she snarls back as she reaches up and grabs the front of my bra to get back to her feet. The thinner straps of my skimpy bra snap almost instantly as she slings me towards the wall.
“Can’t you get ....your husband to ....buy you some tits....bitch” she mocks as she tosses what’s left of my bra onto the bed.
“Just wait, whore... this time... I’ll carve... my initials ...on your ‘precious’ chest..... homewrecking cxnt” I taunt back.
Again, we find ourselves across from each other. Kim’s body sporting a shiny, sheen of perspiration and the red marks from punches and scratches show brightly against the golden yellow of her skin. Her long dark hair is already wild from the fight and her mascara streaks her face.
Meanwhile, my exposed nipples are rock hard from contact with the room’s cool air and the excitement of the fight. My body has a few welts from where her punches landed, but her claws have left tracks all over as evidence of her only defense against my boxing onslaught.
Unlike our first fights, both of us are more composed and in shape. Neither of us appear winded, as cautiously close the distance between us to resume our battle.
Kim, not wanting to repeat her mistake from a few minutes ago, goes after my hands. I stifle a squeaky moan as I feel her nails dig into my wrists. We dance around the room. Me, trying to free my hands free as she tries to get in body to body, where she can use her strength.
The sounds of our breathing becomes heavier and mixes with grunts of exertion as we push and pull each other around the hotel suite. Kim’s strength proves to be too much for me and she is able to pull me in close. With a growl she releases my wrists and wraps her arms around me in a bear hug.
A pained moan escapes my lips as she squeezes my chest and lungs, trying to crush them against hers. My arms reach for anything they can grab in a panic. I yank at her hair and the back of her bra as hard as I can, with no leverage, trying to get her off of me, while she lifts me onto my toes.
Even as I hear the fabric of her bra give way, I can’t create any separation. I don’t know what she’s doing in the gym, but I’m amazed and intimidated by her strength. She’s like a python, squeezing me tighter with every breath I take. My arms feel like lead as I continue to fade. With some of my remaining I dig my nails into her neck and shoulder, earning a scream from my torturer.
“Face it...bitch....you’re done.....so weak....and pathetic....” she grunts as she tightens the bear hug. I’m only able to whimper in response. As my nails begin to draw blood, she shrieks again and drives me backwards continuing to smash my chest against her. I’m in no position to resist and am driven back until we trip over the arm of the couch.
I flop back first on to the couch when Kim finally drops me. My hips are still on the arm of the couch and up against her belly. I quickly wrap them around my rival and squeeze, earning a groan from her.
The fierce Asian woman retaliates by punching my exposed belly, landing two before I can react and try to grab her wrists to stop her. We struggle against each other like this for a while before Kim changes tactics and reaches down and grabs my panties pulling them into a painful reverse wedgie.
I wail as she violently yanks the material like sadistic saw. I try to control her hands with my grip on her wrists but she is stronger. Before long it’s all I can do to maintain my body scissors hold, but as the cruel look on Kim’s face replaces the determined one, I know it’s losing its effectiveness.
In an impressive show of strength, Kim picks me up using my thong, using the red fabric to inflict maximum damage to my womanhood. With a loud rip, the fabric tears away and I fall with a thud to the carpet. I’m flat on my back, dazed, staring up at Kim through tear blurred eyes as she stands over me with a confident look on her face that all but tells me that she thinks this over.
“How did a ...weak slut ...like you ...beat me .... in that elevator?..... I knew .... it had to be... pure luck.... I’m better... than you....I always....have been... better ... than you..” she growls out as I lay moaning, unable to vocalize any other resistance.
Kim bends over at the waist and uses one hand to grab me by around my cheeks, squeezing my lips together. She slaps me with her free hand. “How does it feel Kelli?... to be so completely beaten by a better woman?..... to know that when I finish humiliating you.... I’ll go back to your room and fuck your husband’s brains out....knowing I’ll be working with him... all those late nights... he’ll come home smelling of my perfume..... or my pussy... you’ll kiss his lips.... wondering where they’ve been on my body.” By this point, she is clearly aroused by the thought of it and has begun to rub herself.
A wicked grin comes over her face as she keeps her grip on my mouth, forcing me to look at her. I can feel the cobwebs starting to clear face on my head but I’m still at her mercy, thankful she is content to mock and humiliate me instead of punishing me physically. Kim stops touching herself for a moment and pulls her black thong off.
“I’ve got an idea, Kelli....how about I give you a taste.... just so you’re familiar with my essence when you taste it on your husband.” She says cruelly as she forces my mouth open and stuffs her now moist panties into it.
It’s all I can do not to gag, but all of the taunting has given me some time to get myself back together. Somewhat unexpectedly, the taste of her in my mouth combined with the thoughts of her with my husband unleashed a rage throughout my entire body.
As Kimiko stands over my naked body, looking as strong as I’ve ever seen her, something inside me snaps. I lash out with one leg in an awkward kick that finds its mark- the shaved womanhood of my opponent.
Kim’s knees buckle and she falls on top me. The powerful Asian woman is stunned for a few moments, giving me enough time to spit out her thong, and to wrap my arms and legs around her. I buck my hips and send her onto her side.
Kim recovers enough to fight back and we writhe against each other’s nude bodies like two snakes. We change positions more times than I count. Yanking each other’s hair with reckless abandon, our exerted groans filling the hotel suite. My scalp burns and I know, from the strands of dark hair that are sticking to my sweat covered body, that hers must be burning as well.
As the frantic pace of our catball slows, our tactics get more desperate. My nails dig into her large chest, clawing and torturing her nipples. She responds, first by going after mine, then Kim’s claws work their way down my body. Scratch marks trace their way to my inner thighs as she attacks my most private of parts.
A scream escapes my lips before I can stifle it. My right hand finds her already aroused clit and retaliates. It becomes a battle of attrition as we pinch, twist and claw each other’s pussies. The vile expletives flow from our mouths as do the tears from our eyes. I feel her weaken as I begin to take the advantage, guessing that her aroused state gave me a more vulnerable target.
As Kimiko fades, I’m able to get her onto her back. I sit on my opponent’s belly, pinning her hands beside her head. I glare down at her. “Fucking..... give up.... bitch!” I snarl.
Even though her eyes are pouring out tears, the hate in them is undeniable. “Go... to... hell... cxnt.... never!”
I’m not sure how long our battle has raged, but now we are both thoroughly exhausted and our words that we want to scream at each other come out almost like breathy whispers.
Slowly and methodically, I use the weight of my body to drain Kim’s resolve, working my way from the schoolgirl pin into a grapevine hold, taunting her the entire time. From the anguished sounds and looks she is making, every moment of this is pure torture for her, after being so close to have beaten me.
Finally, Kim stops- or is no longer able to resist. Her body is limp beneath mine, but she refuses to utter her submission. I roll off of her and she continues to lay prone. I’ve beaten her but it’s not quite over yet.
I use the bed to climb back to my feet. Kim has managed to roll to her side but that’s all. I reach down and grab her hair, wrenching her to her feet as she whimpers. I fling her onto the corner of the bed.
Kim is moaning but clearly too exhausted to do anything but barely move her arms and legs in a futile attempt to get up. An almost inaudible “no....no....no...” comes from her lips as I mount her body to continue my onslaught.
“Yes... yes... yes.. bitch.... you should ... have given up” I growl. As I start to slap her already red and swollen tits. “You thought .... you could ... take my... fucking husband.... you... trashy... ass... tramp” I say, my voice building and my hands slapping her globes harder with every successive word.
Kim is clearly beaten, only weakly grabbing at my hands instinctively, but ineffectively. She grits her teeth as she tries to stifle her sobs and groans. I look around to see if I can find a pair of our panties, but they are lost somewhere on the floor. I do, however, see what’s left of my bra. I grab it, knowing I’m not concealing the rage filled look on my face. It’s time to finish this bitch. She glares back, still defiant, knowing she’s about to be job hunting as I cost her another dream job.
As I press down with my full body weight holding the remnants of my destroyed bra across Kimiko’s neck, I can feel her claws digging into my throat as she desperately tries to fight me off. As I hold on, I feel her grip loosen, then she grabs at my triceps weakly in one last attempt to free herself, but it’s too late. Our eyes lock, no surrender is uttered, nor would be accepted.
Kim’s eyes roll to the back of her head and her arms fall limply onto the bed before I finally pull the release the bra from her neck. I roll of my unconscious and now defeated rival. I collapse next to her, my chest heaving at almost twice the relaxed rate of my slumbering foe.
I watch her for a few moments, while I collect myself. Kim’s golden skin still glistening from the sweat of our battle, her muscular legs sprawled wide, one hanging off the corner of the bed. As I stare at her body, I can’t help but be overcome with pride. She exudes beauty and power, but I’ve beaten her again.
After I crawl off the bed, I gather what’s left of my bra and panties, stuffing them in my clutch. I quickly get my dress back on. I look back one last time at Kim and let out sigh of relief as my eyes take in the nude Asian prosecutor. I know my husband loves me and is faithful, but damn, even I have to admit that she has a body built for sin- at least I’ve nipped that in the bud. I won’t have to worry about Jake being seduced by her anymore.
I quietly shut the door and walk barefoot, carrying my heels down the hallway to the elevator. As I reach my room, the adrenaline is beginning to wear off and my whole body is sore and aching. I limp into the room and make my way into the suite’s bedroom. Jake is silent, still lying there naked and cuffed to the bed. I let out a tired smile and he returns it with a relieved one. “I knew you’d win, Kell...I knew it” he says, I can hear the pride in his voice.
I grab his keys from the table across the room and unlock the cuffs, but am in no condition to celebrate my win with him, settling instead for the longest most relaxing bubble bath of my life.
A week or two later, Jake tells me how Kim left the U.S. Attorney’s office for a lucrative position as a corporate lawyer. As much as I hate her, I do respect her for keeping her word.
Sometimes I wonder if Kim will come back into my life and our battle will continue. In my mind, I know that this fight was about as decisive as we could legally get....but I know if I was the one that lost, that wouldn’t be the end of it....
