I was wearing white cotton panties and nothing else. The younger girl was dressed in similar white cotton panties. We were both sweating and grunting as our bodies strained against one another. The more I strained against her, the more she began to overpower me. She forced me to the mat and straddled me. I could feel the warmth of her bare skin as her sweaty body pressed down against mine. Her breath was hot and sweet as she bent over my face and gently caressed my chin, lips and nose with her tongue. I could feel the coolness of her tongue stud as it crossed my clenched lips. The urging in my loins became too much to bear as I grabbed her long purple colored hair. Her blue eyes…lined with black mascara…stared deeply into mine as she pressed her lips to mine and whispered, “We have unfinished business….”I awoke with a start and sat straight up in bed! I was tangled in damp sheets and I was soaked in a cold, clammy sweat. I have had this same dream every night for the last two weeks. Ever since the current semester began. I know my tormentor. She is one of my Composition II students….the one who challenged me to wrestle for a grade. I won that contest but only because her foot mysteriously slipped while she was in control. My dream is of what may have happened had she not had the costly slip. When I awoke I must have made some noise because my husband was startled awake as well. He asked what was bothering me, and I told him that all is well. I just had a bad dream. Of course he didn’t believe me. I still kept my new hobby secret from him.
I slept restlessly…but without dreams…the rest of the night. The next morning I enjoyed my early jog then returned home and prepared for a lunch date with my new best friend. I met her at a small bistro in downtown New Orleans and as always I was stunned by her appearance. She is a beautiful blond haired, blue-eyed woman of 47. She is a picture of health and fitness…she actually looks closer to 35 than 47. And she is a fierce competitor. She introduced me to the finer side of woman on woman combat. She was the first to hand me a crushing defeat. But even after our wrestling encounter she and I have remained friends. She is helping me find new opponents for my new hobby, hence the reason for meeting today. She is also urging me to introduce my husband to these activities. She reminds me of how she and her husband have spiced their marriage for the last 20 years using her passion for combat. Her husband loves to watch her in a physical struggle with another woman. She says she is certain my husband will as well.
The older lady tells me that she has found an opponent for me who almost matches me in size and experience. She tells me though that unlike her and me, this girl and I will not become friends after an encounter. She tells me that my next opponent has sent her with a challenge for an intense no holds barred catfight. She says she showed the girl one photo of me, and she hated me instantly. I wondered aloud why someone would hate me after looking at a photo. The older lady said that the photo she showed the woman was the one I first sent her….I was wearing a black string bikini with the deep blue Pacific behind me. She reminded me that she too hated me when she first saw that photo. She hands me an envelope that contains the rules for the fight (this was a short list…there were no rules), the attire to be worn, and the date, time and location of the fight. Oddly, there was no photo of my opponent. When I asked the older woman why there was none, she smiled coyly and said she doesn’t have one. I told her that I was interested. As we parted, she strongly urged me to tell my husband and bring him along for this encounter.
I struggled with the issue of telling my husband about my new passion for a few days, and then I decided to finally tell him over a romantic one on one dinner. I took our children to my mother’s and prepared for the evening. I wore a strapless red dress that I knew would keep his attention. As the night progressed…after he had two scotch and waters and I had a couple glasses of Merlot…I told him. At first he was shocked! Then he became curious. He wanted to know how safe it was. He was worried about me. Then he wanted to know if men were involved. I assured him that I had no desire to fight any other men but him. I asked him if he wanted to attend my next fight, and he literally jumped at the chance! He said he wouldn’t miss it for the world. I secretly thought that he really wants to see me get my butt kicked!
The day of the fight finally arrived and we followed the directions my friend had provided. My husband drove, and I think he was more nervous than I was! I had a little fun with him describing my previous encounter with the older woman…and I knew I had him hooked. I left out my little wrestling match with my student. I keep that one to myself.
When we reached our destination, we were a little surprised. The building was a small cinder block cube that resembled a mechanics garage, except there was no roll up doors. There is, however, a metal door in the front wall of the structure flanked by two small windows. The windows had been spray painted black. There were two vehicles parked in front of the building. One was a small compact car and the other was a SUV. We parked and walked to the door. We tried the handle but the door was locked. My husband and I looked at each other. I shrugged and knocked on the door. After a moment, a small young woman of about 20 dressed in gym shorts, a sports bra and running shoes opened it and invited us in. She led us to a small locker room and told me to take a shower and dress in the agreed upon attire and she would return in 30 minutes. While I showered and dressed my husband sat nervously watching me. When the thirty minutes were up, the small woman returned and asked us to follow her. She led us out of the locker room, down a short hallway and through a wooden door. That door led into a larger room with aerobics pads covering the floor and padded walls. It was now obvious what this building was used for. It was built for fighting sports. The room was empty except for two chairs…one in one corner and the other diagonally across the room from it. The small woman asked my husband to be seated in one of the chairs and told us that the “other party” would be in shortly. She then crossed the room and exited through a door similar to the one she led us through.
I began nervously stretching and mentally preparing. I looked back at my husband and smiled. He returned the smile, but the poor guy was more nervous than I was! As I was warming up, the opposite door opened and the small woman led another couple into the room and instructed the man to sit in the chair opposite my husband. I got my first look at my opponent. She was around 19 years old and she had straight red hair that reached just below her shoulders. She was taller than me…maybe 5’4” to my 5’2”…but I was slightly heaver…I was 120 lbs to her 110-115 range. We were dressed in similar outfits consisting of tight cutoff blue jean short-shorts and tight tank tops. The only difference was that her shirt was white and mine was black. We were both barefooted. I sized her up and she was obviously doing the same with me. She had a height and reach advantage and she was younger than me by about ten years. But I was heavier. My friend had said we were about equally experienced. I wondered who her previous opponents were…and how she fared against them. Both of us wore our hair down (as stipulated in the instructions)…hers down past her shoulders and my brunette hair cut short in layers. I guess hair pulling is expected. As I look at my opponent, one thing becomes painfully clear….she doesn’t seem to be anywhere near as nervous as I am! She actually has a mischievous smile on her lips. She is looking at me like a cat looks at a trapped mouse just before devouring it. Her eyes were gorgeous but disconcerting. She was standing with one hand on her small hip and her head cocked to one side on her long slender neck just staring at me. That look was making me even more nervous!
The smaller woman who led us into the room walked to the center of the floor and asked my opponent and I to join her. She went over the rules (again the list was very short) and wished us both luck. She left us standing about three feet apart as she walked to the door she entered from and took a seat just outside of it. She then told us we could begin.
I had already made up my mind what my first move would be. I crouched and started to move but my plans were quickly shot out of the water. My red haired opponent never gave any indication what she was about to do, and was still looking me in the eyes when her foot shot out and kicked me squarely in the stomach! I was in the process of moving forward and I took the blow in full stride. I collapsed immediately to the floor….and the redhead was on top of me in an instant. She immediately wrapped one fist in my hair and tugged and she began slapping me in the face with her free hand. I was on my knees struggling to pull away from her grasp, but with each move I made away from her she would yank me back by my dark hair. I did the only thing I could think to do in a panic….I reached up and grabbed both hands full of her red hair.
I pulled, yanked and tugged at her hair. She jerked my hair and slapped me in the face. With one violent tug, she gasped and called me a “fucking bitch!” I heard an accent in her voice…British? Australian maybe? New Zealander? What does a New Zealand accent sound like, I wondered….As she made her exclamation about her opinion of me, she tugged and slapped even harder. But it was obvious this line of attack wasn’t getting either of us anywhere. After a moment we released our grips and separated.
We faced each other on our knees and caught our breath. Her straight hair was now a tangled mess and I think some if mine has to be missing. We stared at each other for a moment then, as if on cue, we launched ourselves at each other. Both of us are obviously angry at the way we pulled hair and I was more than pissed about getting my face slapped like a little girl in front of my husband! My belly also throbbed from her sucker kick…”sucker kick”…Ha! Oh well, back to business…This time we were throwing punches. I got in a couple good licks at first but her reach made the difference in this encounter. A stinging right jab just below my left eye knocked me loopy. My opponent took this opportunity to grab me around the head and sling me to the mat. She punched me again for good measure as she collapsed onto me and began choking me. As her hands clenched tightened around my neck, I could hear her uttering something under her breath. She was calling me a “stupid bitch” over and over! Obviously I had done something to draw her ire! As she throttled me, I knew I had to do something quickly. I began swinging wildly and after a few misguided punches, I landed a lucky one on her right ear. She cried out in shocked pain and lost her balance. I hit her again, this time just under her left breast. This punch carried just enough force to allow me to free myself. I scrambled to my feet and kicked her in the right side before she could stand up. She sprawled to the mat and I slipped down beside her, wrapped my thighs around her midsection and started squeezing. She immediately started attacking my legs with her fingernails, but I squeezed with all my might! After a moment she stopped clawing at my thighs and lay back! I couldn’t believe it! I thought I was on my way to my first win! She lay like this for a moment and I poured on the pressure. I wanted a quick submission. As I imagined how my husband and I would celebrate my first win, I was quickly brought back into the real world! My opponent pooled all her energy in a last ditch attempt to escape, and this time she got lucky with a right jab! She raised up and punched me flat on the chin.
Lights and stars exploded in my head as I fell back and I could feel her slip from between my thighs. Although she was breathing heavily, she was on me in an instant. She punched, slapped, clawed, kneed, and kicked every inch of my body! She was also ranting curses and calling me names with her accented voice! I still wondered why she hated me so much! Her name calling finally got to be too much for me! I started punching, slapping, clawing, kneeing, and kicking in return! We must have looked like quite a site to our men. Two screaming and spitting hellcats locked in a battle worthy of a National Geographic wildlife show! After a few moments of this, we mutually separated once again and tried to catch our breath. I wondered how much of my hair had been pulled out and how much of my skin had been scratched away. I surveyed the damage done to my opponent…and she looked pretty good except for her stricken hair and a large swelling red spot under her left eye where one of my punches obviously landed. I was also going to take some of her skin home under my fingernails. I couldn’t have looked much better….she eyed me and got a look of satisfaction on her face. Our thin tops didn't fare any better...they were laying in twin tattered heaps on the floor. We were both now topless.
As I was catching my breath, I took a chance and glanced back at my husband. He was sitting rigidly still with his mouth agape in shocked silence. His knuckles were white from gripping the chair handles! At least he didn’t look embarrassed. He actually looked content.
The pause lasted another moment, and then with a blood-curdling yell, my opponent lunged at me. But this time I was time I was ready. I sidestepped the taller girl, stuck my leg out and tripped her. Her momentum carried her face down onto the mat, and I dropped all my weight on her back. I worked my hands into her hair and wrenched her head back. I released one hand from her hair and wrapped my forearm around her exposed windpipe. I started to lock this choke hold in but my foe started bucking wildly. She bucked so hard that I lost my balance and rolled off her, but I kept my grip on her hair. Like a wildcat she turned and struck at my face with her talon-like fingernails. Her fingers hit home and I let out a shriek of pain and raised my arms to protect my eyes. My opponent took this opportunity to drive two hard punches into my exposed belly. The wind was forcefully knocked out of me and I was pushed violently onto the mat. Before I could recover, the redhead was on my chest. She punched me once…twice…three times in the face. Then she hit me with a hard right in the chest dead center between my breasts. This explosive attack was taking it’s toll. I knew I better think of something pretty quick, or I was in for a severe beating because all the while, she was still calling me vile names with increasing bitterness. This woman honestly hated me!
I did the only thing I could think to do….I reached up with both hands, grabbed her 32B breasts then squeezed and twisted unmercifully! She let out a gasping scream that reverberated across the room and off the padded walls. She lost her balance and I was able to scramble up and away. We were once again facing each other on our knees when she made a comment that made my blood run cold. She looked me in the eyes and said in her accented voice, “So you want to play dirty, eh, Bitch? Well, you get what you ask for….”
I can’t explain why her comment made me so angry, but now I wanted nothing more than to kill this bitch! Well maybe not kill her, but I wanted to hurt her bad. I lunged and hit her hard in the right side of the head with the palm of my right hand. The blow knocked her onto her side and I fell on her and wrapped a strong side headlock on her. She struggled for a minute, and then went limp. I remembered the last time I thought she was weakening and I readied myself for her assault. It came but not in the way I expected. I tightened my grip on the headlock and I felt a sudden sharp, burning pain in my left breast! Totally shocked, I realized the bitch was biting my boob! I shrieked and released the headlock! I tried to scoot away but she kept her jaw clamped tight! I slapped at her face and she clawed at mine. She opened her mouth and freed my poor, injured breast. Then she lashed out with her right foot and caught me squarely in the pit of my stomach for the second time that afternoon. I fell over clutching my belly and got three quick kicks to the kidneys for my efforts. I was roughly yanked to my knees by the hair and roughly scissorred between my opponent’s thighs. She wrapped her long thin legs around my midsection and forced me face down onto the mat. I couldn’t believe how much pressure a 110 lbs girl could exert with her skinny legs! As she increased her python like grip, I opened my mouth and gasped sharply. Before I could finish my gasp, I felt four of her fingers slide inside and roughly pull at the roof of my mouth. She wrenched my head back so far I thought my neck was going to break! I couldn’t close my lower jaw, so I couldn’t bite her. This was the most painful hold I have ever been put in! I was starting to sob. She tightened her python like grip with her thighs and deep, burning pain shot through my belly and chest. She continued to pull my mouth farther and farther open…almost to the point I thought my jaws would break. My neck was being stretched well past normal limits. I was done for, but I wouldn’t admit it.
My opponent was screaming into my ear for me to submit! Her accent made the words sound vicious and savage. I refused to relent, so she squeezed and yanked. All I could think of was my pain coupled with the humiliation of my husband seeing me lose to a better woman. I was frantic! But I was beaten. There was no escape. My opponent continued squeezing and pulling until I could no longer stand it. As wicked salty tears streamed down my face, I relented. The redhead kept me in this painful position a minute longer then released me. She stood, rolled me onto my back. She then straddled me, and to my utter astonishment, she placed the tip of her tongue on my chin and ran it over my lips and up to my nose….just like my student did in my dream! She then clasped my chin and squeezed until my mouth opened. She kissed me hard on the mouth and forced her tongue deep into my throat. As she finished and stood up, she looked me in the eye and said in her Australian (I finally placed it!) accent, “Now I own you, Bitch!” She trotted away from me and jumped up into her boyfriend’s waiting arms and they left the room together.
I lay on the floor with stinging tears of humiliation running down my cheeks. I cried until I realized my husband was hovering over me asking if I was okay. I cried harder and told him how sorry I was for embarrassing myself in front of him. He gently caressed my hair and said for me not to be ashamed. As a matter of fact, he told me that if we didn’t hurry up and get to the locker room that he was going to forcefully take me right there! We went to the locker room, and indeed, had a magical moment!
Later that week I had dinner with my older friend again. She commented about my black eye and some scratches that were still visible on my face and neck. But I knew what she was going to say next before she said it. I knew she had set me up! The girl I had fought was indeed only 19, but she had much more experience than I did! This was her seventh fight. She had only lost twice…once in a submission wrestling match (which obviously isn’t her specialty). The older lady told me that it was best for the men to watch their women lose at first. That way they won’t expect wins every time. Plus, losing kind of adds some extra spice…as I’ve learned every night since this fight. And when I finally do win...."Wow!" I was surprised to learn that the older woman had dined with my opponent the previous day. The younger girl told her that she really does hate my guts and she hopes our paths cross again someday. But she also said that I was the toughest opponent she has had. Her exact words were, "Mean fucking bitch!" The 19 year old said I was even tougher than the two women who had beaten her previously. To my mild surprise, the older lady said that she was the one who beat the girl in a no holds barred catfight. The older woman also said that we must find out how much tougher I am in a catfight than she is. She called it “unfinished business” that we needed to attend to some day soon. We finished our dinner, hugged and parted.
I was wearing white cotton panties and nothing else. The younger girl was dressed in similar white cotton panties. We were both sweating and grunting as our bodies strained against one another. The more I strained against her, the more she began to overpower me. She forced me to the mat and straddled me. I could feel the warmth of her bare skin as her sweaty body pressed down against mine. Her breath was hot and sweet as she bent over my face and gently caressed my chin, lips and nose with her tongue. I could feel the coolness of her tongue stud as it crossed my clenched lips. The urging in my loins became too much to bear as I grabbed her long purple colored hair. Her blue eyes…lined with black mascara…stared deeply into mine as she pressed her lips to mine and whispered, “We have unfinished business….”I awoke with a start and sat straight up in bed. The sheets were a damp tangled mess and I was covered in a cold sweat! My husband was awaken by my thrashing and he placed a hand on my cool, damp back. Upon his touch, I push him forcefully back onto the bed. I strip off my gown and mount him. I work my hips with increasing speed and ferocity until a red hot fire bursts from me and I release all my pent up pressure in one screaming wave after another of rolling hot lava! Cries arise from our lips and our mutual thirst is quenched after we put out the fires burning in our very souls. I collapse onto the sheets and lay still until I hear my husband’s breathing go rhythmic and steady as exhausted sleep overtakes him. I lie awake in the damp tangled sheets and my mind drifts to a girl with tattoos and purple hair….with whom I have “unfinished business.”
Author's note:
This story is a follow up to three of my previous stories. I included the very lovely girlfriend of another FCF member in this story. BillEd's girlfriend Rissa is the main character's opponent in the main catfight. If you want to see what the lovely Rissa looks like, BillEd has posted several pics of her on his profile page:
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=7532My eternal gratitude to my friend BillEd for allowing me to use the lovely Rissa in this story. She was what I had in mind for the catfight, but I couldn't come up with a character. Bill's request came at a great time!
I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Jonica
xoxo
