Note: This is a work of the imagination—it’s fantasy, and completely unrealistic.
Natalie covered her eyes as she stepped onto the patio of the resort. Highland Lake was three days’ ride southwest from Galloway, but it felt like it was a month ahead and well into the middle of summer. The lodge behind her was three stories tall and made entirely of hardwood, with two full wings angled off the center so that it felt like the lodge was curling itself around the corner of the lake. Each guest room was a suite, with multiple bedrooms and a large central room with a table and couches and chairs arranged around a fireplace. Her room was on the top floor, at the end of the east wing, and she was staying there by herself, at least for the time being. Natalie was standing at the top of the stairs that led down to the lakeshore, where there were sets of lounge chairs set up. There were no children allowed here, and for generations the landed gentry from places like Galloway had been coming here for the chance to be seen by the right people. Couples, married people who came on their own, single men or women, people who were looking for a little adventure and could afford the privacy. The lodge had a separate building, like a club, with tables for playing cards, a bar, and a dance floor. There were also private rooms that could be used for more exclusive and interesting encounters.
Today was her first day at Highland Lake. The ride south from her father’s estate had been rough and tiresome, and the last day, as they came down out of the hills of Galloway, the heat had been overwhelming. She’d sat inside the carriage, alone, wearing too many clothes, and thought back on the last month. After she’d beaten the Lady Katelyn Dunmore and spent the night with her husband, Lord Thomas, she had expected the speed of her life to have picked up. The right people would hear about her and want to meet her, the young beauty who was storming onto the social scene and bringing excitement to their boring lives of gowns and balls and gossip. But that had not happened. Natalie had found herself cut off, socially, in the subtle way that social snubbings worked in her world. The week after the fight, when she had met other young women of her age in the teahouses or dressmakers in town, they had gotten away from her as quickly as possible and none of them mentioned what had happened at the Dunmores’. Not even the attractive man and woman who had joined Natalie in the Dunmores’ bedroom afterward responded to her entreaties. At some point, Natalie found herself sticking to her own house, with her father who only spoke with her when he had to. She could not tell whether his disapproval meant that he had heard about what she’d been up to or that he’d slid another level down.
What confused and upset her the most was that she had heard about a fight that took place at the Murrell estate. Before her fight with Lady Katelyn, Natalie had made friends with a woman named Kayley who worked for the Murrells. Kayley was an attractive brunette a few years older than Natalie and a few inches taller. Natalie had heard that Kayley was a combative, modern woman and so had sought her out. She invited Kayley to her estate and gotten to know each other, and after a few meetings Natalie had struck an agreement with her that Kayley would help her arrange her first proper fight. It had been against a young woman named Gabriela, who worked on the Murrell estate and with whom Kayley clearly had history. Natalie thought back on that meeting they had had in her family library, sitting in those stuffed chairs, the portraits of her grandparents and great-grandparents overhead, and all she could think about was Kayley’s beauty and her striking figure and energy and feminine strength she projected. And at this meeting, she had also felt like there was a connection of some sort between them, although it was difficult for her to define, not entirely combative but also not entirely sexual. So Natalie had become even more confused when she was sitting at a table, alone, in front of a teahouse, waiting for her order, when she overheard two wealthy men walking by, talking about how much they had enjoyed watching a bout between two beautiful women at the Murrell estate that weekend.
And so she had booked herself a week at Highland Lake, looking for a vacation from whatever it was that was happening to her in Galloway. They would take her money at the lodge and they would be professional enough for her not to discover whether they had heard anything about her. And she was prideful enough that she would convince herself that it didn’t matter, that they were beneath her. So now, she stood at the top of the stairs by the lodge, looking down at the other wealthy folk, sunbathing and drinking and riding around the lake in miniature boats paddled by the staff. She slowly descended the stairs and took one of lounge chairs. It was hot and she was wearing a robe that had her skin glistening, and she let the robe slide down her shoulders and then past her hips and to the ground. There were a number of people nearby, and Natalie took careful notice of how each of them was checking her out while seeming indifferent to the existence of the rest of the world. Her blonde hair hung in loose curls down past her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. She had full cheeks, clear blue eyes, and tight perfect lips that were perpetually stuck between a bewitching smile and a knowing, superior smirk. As her robe fell to the ground it revealed her voluptuous and athletic body encased in a single piece swimsuit. The suit was black and the deep V of the top revealed the swell of her magnificent breasts, the high cut of the bottom the swath of her wide feminine hips and her flat stomach. Before she reclined on the chair, she paused, rotating her body and pivoting up on one toe so that the line of her thigh, the curve of her ass, the swell of her chest, all were displayed to the proper effect.
A waiter came and she ordered a glass of wine and she spent some time slowly drinking the wine and lying under the sun, content in her knowing that everyone else there was keenly aware of her presence. Two young men sat down with her and talked about themselves for a while and how much land their parents had and the jousting tournaments they had entered and the girls back home they had known. Natalie at first listened to them with clear disdain and then when they ignored her disdain and kept talking about themselves she asked them if they’d drop their pants and compare their dicks with each other here in front of everyone. Soon enough the two young men left her alone and she ordered a second glass of wine. Then, a long shadow fell across her. She looked up into the face of a tall young man she had never seen before. He wore no shirt, and he had a lean muscular and broad shoulders and Natalie made no effort to disguise the way her gaze slowly crawled up his body from bottom to top. He was tall, and he had short brown hair and a wicked smile on his face. Without speaking, he gestured to the chair next to Natalie and then, when she smiled and nodded, he sat down. They sat together, still not speaking, and watched the couples paddling back and forth across the lake.
“That looks tiresome,” the handsome young man said at last.
“All that paddling, just to end up where you started,” Natalie replied. “Seems an apt metaphor for something, but I can’t for the life of me see what.” The young man laughed, briefly, and Natalie extended her hand to him. “I’m Natalie.”
“I’m Jonathan,” The young man spoke with a slight accent, rolling his r’s, his vowels oddly flat. Natalie thought it rather charming, and she brushed her hair back from her face and smiled at him again.
They sat like that, sometimes talking about nothing in particular and sometimes just doing nothing and watching everyone else do nothing. She could feel Jonathan stealing glances at her body and she enjoyed it and she pretended to be looking away when he did it. “Where are you from?”
“Petersburg,” he said.
“I’ve never heard of Petersburg,” she said. She made sure that her pitch of her voice went up just a bit at the end of the sentence, so that she sounded more vulnerable. She had no intention of being vulnerable to this man or to anyone else, but it amused her that he would see her that way. “What’s it like there?”
“It’s cold. This heat is so strange to me,” he answered. “It took us weeks to get here. It was so boring riding every day, and we aren’t even home yet.”
“Where are you going?”
At that moment, a beautiful East Asian appeared on the other side of Jonathan’s chair. So beautiful, in fact, that it took a second for Natalie to register it. This beauty looked to be 18 years old, just a bit younger than Natalie. The two women locked eyes for a prolonged period of time and then scrutinized each other’s face and body. As they did, the Asian beauty stepped closer to Jonathan and wrapped both of her arms around his one and sidled up to him so that she was leaning on him and almost using herself to screen Natalie from him. She had wide, full cheekbones, a strong chin, and brown eyes that conveyed a sharp intelligence. She was wearing a short, tight red summer dress that revealed an athletic body, with firm breasts that were smaller than Natalie’s but stretched the front of her dress well and arms and legs that would indicate natural athletic ability. It was difficult to tell from the angle but it seemed she was perhaps two inches taller than Natalie. Natalie thought that her own breasts were better and that her own body was more enticing overall, but she did admit to herself that this other woman was extremely attractive and that her face was beautiful, perhaps even more so than her own. Natalie noticed that the young woman’s eyes lingered over her body and she hoped that she was getting a good first impression.
“Who’s this, honey?”
“This is Natalie. Natalie, this is my fiancée, Elle.”
“How delightful to meet you,” Elle said in a flat voice, and Natalie said the same. The two young women did not move to or take their eyes from each other.
Jonathan suddenly smiled. “Natalie, some of us are playing poker in the clubhouse tomorrow night. You should join us!”
“Yes, that would be great. We’d love to have you,” Elle said in a voice that somehow conveyed even less emotion now.
Natalie smiled with her entire face and said, “I’d love to.” And then Jonathan and Elle said they had to meet his aunt for dinner, and as they walked away Natalie took a good long look at Elle’s well-formed ass—and Jonathan’s, too.
Her dinner consisted of a salad, which she ate alone in her room while examining the clothes that she had brought with her. All of the dresses were expensive and flattering on her, but after half an hour of pacing and trying them on and standing in front of her mirror, she felt terrible. None of her dresses made her feel special. Nothing she had brought with her would make her more beautiful than this Elle woman, would make her the most beautiful young woman in the room. Not to a certainty. With an exasperated sigh, she plopped herself down on the couch along the wall. She could just leave, or she could order wine and sit in her room drinking and crying until her stay was over. Or she could just go and find the happy couple and walk right up to them and kiss Jonathan right on the mouth and see what happened. She laughed at the last one. Then, she realized that each year, a lot of wealthy women came to this resort and that she could not be the first to find herself in such a situation. So she put on an informal dress with a revealing neckline and went to visit the front desk of the lodge. After the right amount of smiling and leaning forward for the concierge, she had the address of the best dressmaker in the area and she was sitting in her carriage, bouncing through the forest as rain started thudding against the roof.
By the time her carriage pulled up in front of a large, rundown cottage surrounded by pine trees, the rain had become a thunderstorm. Flashes of lightning revealed a two story house that Natalie would have thought fitting for her driver. The concierge had told her that the dressmaker was an elderly man who had lived here for decades and who sewed for the right women for miles and miles in every direction, including young women in a predicament like Natalie’s. There was one light in a window upstairs. She hopped and dashed through the rain and stood banging on the door. As she waited under the porch water dripped steadily from her hair, which was now plastered flat to her head and ruined for the rest of the night. She imagined what her hair and her dress and her makeup looked like, now ruined because she had been forced to go out in a thunderstorm because of Elle who had materialized out of nowhere, and she was as furious at herself for allowing herself to be caught in this situation where she was unprepared for the competition as she was at this beautiful bitch for causing it.
Natalie banged on the door again, and eventually it was opened by a very pretty brunette of roughly Natalie’s age. She wore a plain dress that could not conceal that she had a body very nearly as attractive as her own. Natalie had been so intent on using her appeals on an old man who lived alone that she just blinked at the busty young woman. The young woman was not surprised, however, and after a beat she said, “He’s not available.”
“I’m looking for Philip Roth.”
“I’m his granddaughter, Lauren. He’s done working for girls like you. Retired.”
Natalie recovered herself. This girl saw herself as a proctectress of her grandfather, protecting him from better young women like Natalie, who had what she never could. “I will pay,” Natalie said. “Let me see him, please,” she added, changing her voice to something less demanding and more pathetic. “I have to see him tonight. Look at how awful it is out here.”
The other young woman looked over Natalie’s shoulder at the carriage. “Seems to me like you’re doing just fine.”
Natalie suddenly felt the world come into sharp focus. “It’s vitally important that I see your grandfather.”
“Fuck off,” Lauren said, and started pushing the door closed.
“I said that it’s important, you cxnt,” Natalie replied, shoving the door open and bumping past the woman. “Where is he? Hello!” she called, stepping all the way into the house.
In response, the young woman seized her by the hair and yanked backward, hard. Natalie bounced off of the door, slamming it shut, but the sound was lost in the storm. She was stunned for an instant and the brunette was standing in front of her, hands on her hips, as if she were waiting for the rich blonde to come to her senses and retreat to her carriage. Instead, Natalie slapped her across the face with a vicious strength. It was loud in the room and Lauren took a step back but she did not go down and Natalie knew she had a real fight on her hands. The girls hit each other and then they grabbed hair and pulled, hard, yanking each other’s heads down. They tumbled into the kitchen and fell to the floor. Natalie was on top and she was pressing Lauren’s head to the floor with one hand and with the other she grabbed hold of her voluptuous breast and squeezed hard. She was rewarded with a brief howl of pain and then Lauren turned her over. They rolled free of each other and Natalie was bracing herself on the counter and getting to her feet when she was slapped again. She fell back against the counter and immediately Lauren was pulling her by her hair along the counter. They picked up speed and at the end of the space Natalie collided with the wall and was knocked to the floor. She was lying on the ground, stunned, and she could see the pair of feet in front of her but it was as if she were disconnected from her body and she could tell herself to move but nothing happened.
Luckily, her opponent took the chance to regain her breath, standing over her, hands on her womanly hips, and by the time she bent over to grab Natalie by her blonde locks she had regained herself. As Lauren pulled her up to her feet she hit her in the stomach, hard enough to make her pause and clutch at herself, and Natalie hit her again and she let go of her hair. The two young women were now facing off in the small kitchen. As they maneuvered around each other they bumped into the counters, the wall, the table in the corner. Lauren tried to grab at her hair or slap her face and when she did Natalie hit her in the stomach and chest. And then when Lauren covered up to protect herself Natalie moved to her face, slapping her and then when she was dazed she seized her by the hair and spinning with her flung her bodily into the far wall. Lauren hit hard and slid down to her hands and knees and Natalie gave her no time to recover. With one hand she pressed down on Lauren’s head and with the other she slapped and punched her on the back with all her strength. The blows sounded like banging on an empty barrel with a club and Lauren moaned and grunted. But then with a reserve of energy she grabbed Natalie’s foot and yanked and Natalie fell the ground.
Lauren tried to climb on top of her but Natalie was still too far ahead of her to take advantage. They were lying atop each other, writhing on the ground, pulling hair, moaning and shrieking in their exertion. And then Natalie began manhandling her. She got on top and it was as if she were driving the other girl down into the ground under her. She slapped her face and the side of her body and her breast and there was nothing Lauren could do in response. Then when she sensed that she could derive no more benefit from this Natalie pulled the other girl to her feet and began knocking her around the kitchen. Natalie was slapping her with rights and lefts and then when she nailed her in the breast Lauren covered up and ducked her head down, her breath hitching deep in her chest. And Natalie knew that she was done. Running forward in the small space she hit her and drove her backward so that the small of her back struck the counter, hard. Lauren groaned in pain and her eyes were rolling back and with a smile on her face Natalie pushed her back, one hand on her chin, so that she was looking up at the ceiling and she had no base for her strength. And then Natalie pulled down the front of her dress and seized hold of her nipple. Pinching and twisting it, she yanked up, stretching the breast as far as she could. Lauren was shrieking and sobbing and trying to roll or twist herself free.
“Stay still or it’ll get worse,” Natalie said, leaning over so that their faces were inches apart. Each could feel the other’s breath. Lauren stopped moving and, gasping for air, lifted her hands up in the air a bit. “That’s better. Now, is your grandfather here? Why hasn’t he come downstairs?”
“He’s, he’s, he sleeps in his old workshop. It’s in the back behind the house.”
“Good, good,” Natalie said. “If you go and talk to him and tell him some story to get him to make me a beautiful dress by tomorrow night, I’ll leave you alone.” She released her hold on her nipple and Lauren sighed in relief. “If you fail to do that, I’ll hurt you bad,” she said, and took hold of the nipple again, although she did not twist or stretch it. “Do we understand each other?”
The next afternoon, the porter brought a package to her room, and Natalie had a beautiful, stylish, and revealing blue dress to wear for Jonathan and Elle’s poker game. She immediately put it on and stood admiring herself in the mirror. The thin straps over her bare shoulders and the swell of her breasts and then she pressed the fabric against her sides and looked at the lines of her waist and hips and then her thighs that only showed a trace where the material became thicker. And she studied her face, her rich blonde hair that lay in loose curls against her shoulders and her blue eyes, and as she was turning and posing in the mirror she thought of how Jonathan and his girl and everyone else in the room would be looking at her as she entered and she imagined the two of them dancing together while that girl was forced to watch and that she would have to know that everyone else would see Natalie get his attention away from her. Thinking of these things she spun quickly so that the skirt would flow up and reveal her knees and the bottoms of her curved thighs and then with a smirk she tugged down on the decolletage and then removed the dress and lying on the bed waited for the sun to set.
Hours later, after the sun had gone down, Natalie was standing under the roof of the hotel’s entrance. It was storming, thunder and lightning and rain that pounded on the wood above her, and she was watching Jonathan running across the grass from the clubhouse. In her new dress, her hair and makeup perfect, she was staring at him and willing him to look up and make eye contact with her as often as possible. He was wearing a dark suit and with his neat haircut and the smile that she could barely make out from the lights in the hotel foyer, and he was struggling to control the umbrella in the storm. Jonathan and the rest of his family had already gone over from the hotel to the clubhouse before the storm had become too bad, but then Natalie had deliberately waited until it was too late and then asked the hotel to send someone to ask him to come back and escort her through the weather. When he reached her, they stared at each other for an instant, and then Natalie made herself blush and looked down at the ground at just the right speed and then she hooked her arm through his, and then as he led her through the rain, carefully keeping the umbrella over her, she allowed her the swell of her breast to bump his arm the right number of times. When they reached the entrance to the clubhouse, Jonathan smiled down at her, said “This way, my lady,” and opened the door for her.
There were several card tables set up in the center of the room, all full of players. The players were an equal mixture of men and women, all adults, and all clearly sure of their status among the wealthy of the region. The men wore suits and the ladies wore dresses that were as revealing and fashionable as Natalie’s. Standing at the door, she glanced down and pressed the material of her new dress flat against her skin and then she looked across the room again, lingering on the faces and the bodies of the women in the room. Some of the women were older, perhaps in their 30s or 40s, but they had maintained their figures, with large busts and flat stomachs, and their faces all shone with a sort of focused grace. And there were younger women, of Natalie’s age, all with naturally beautiful faces and bodies and also with perfect makeup and dresses. There was a blonde at the farthest end of the room who could have stood alongside any young woman in the world, Natalie thought, and she was tall in addition to her face and her body. Natalie stretched herself erect, thrusting her large chest out forward, as she thought of all the other women in the room, and as she did her eyes landed on the pair of women sitting in the center of everything. It was Elle, wearing a blue dress that put her lean girlish body on display in just the right way, whose black hair hung down straight and framed her beautiful face, and sitting next to her was the Lady Anna Murrell, the buxom blonde, in a white dress that showed off her enormous bust, whose stern and patrician face was focused on the cards showing on the table. And then, as Natalie was thinking of Jonathan, still standing next to her, Anna and Elle both looked up to the door and stared at her in a way that made Natalie’s heart sprint and fall in on itself simultaneously.
Elle glanced at Anna as if to get permission and then the young Asian beauty rose and walked toward them. She was looking right at Natalie, taking in her face and her hair and her new red dress, and Natalie set her face and stared right back at her, the way her hips swayed as she walked because she knew that Jonathan’s eyes were on her. As Elle came closer Natalie’s breathing increased and it was as if she could feel herself coming to life. And then she was there and they were standing directly in front of each other. They smiled with only their mouths and their eyes were flat and hard. Jonathan said something about how hard it was raining and neither acknowledged him.
“Hi, bitch,” Elle said. “I guess you were planning on showing up looking better than me, new dress, makeup and hair. Walk in here with my man, play some cards with your udders hanging out on the table to make sure that we see that you’ve got the men distracted. Does that sum it up?”
Natalie shrugged and widened her smile. “Close enough. Drink some wine, gossip with your friends, or your enemies, or whoever all that is. I was also planning on kicking your ass in front of your boyfriend later tonight, after I’d shown you up.”
“Then we don’t need to wait until then. I’m ready to go now,” Elle answered in a loud voice, and she stepped backward and removed her earrings. Natalie eagerly followed her, doing the same. A confused Jonathan was still standing by the door, holding the umbrella. Out of the corner of her eye Natalie could see the cardplayers responding, standing and forming a semicircle. It seemed that unusual entertainment was not that unusual at the Highland Lake resort.
The two women began circling each other, slowly. They were staring directly into each other’s eyes, breathing hard, the cleavage of their exquisite dresses rising and falling in some primal rhythm as if they were paired together, the tremendous mounds of the blonde and the small bust of the Asian. Natalie’s curled blonde hair and Elle’s straight black, both framed beautiful faces of impeccable eye shadow and red lipstick. They both kicked their shoes aside as they circled each other, and their stockinged feet lit silent on the hardwood flooring. Before they attacked each other, Natalie could feel the entirety of her heart, deep in her chest, aching to lash out and strike at the Asian beauty, to overwhelm her and drive her down to the floor and envelope her there. And at the same time she could feel the eyes of Jonathan and, more importantly, Anna on her and on her competitor and she could feel the pressure to perform, could feel their judgment on her both for how she looked and how she would handle this other young woman. This young woman who thought herself superior to her in status and beauty. And in the moment before she struck out, she thought of Anna imagining herself in Natalie’s own shoes and she wondered if Anna had ever been in this position when she was a young lady and she suspected that she had.
And then Nat slapped Elle viciously across the face. The hard smack reverberated in the room and it elicited a squeal of pain from her victim, spinning her face and shoulders halfway around. But Elle was too resilient and seasoned, even at her young age, to be put down by one slap and she came back and immediately struck Nat across the face with an open hand and then followed up with a punch to the stomach. Nat instinctively put her hands over her stomach and Elle threw an uppercut up into her bosom and then with the other slapped her across the face. Nat put both hands up in front of her, reaching out, but she found only air and Elle ducking under her hands drove her head and shoulder into Nat’s imposing bosom. And then driving her legs and wrapping her arms around her waist she slammed her back into the near wall. Nat hit hard but she had Elle still bent over at the waist and she immediately brought both fists down onto her back and then began punching her in the side and back. But Elle endured the blows and she reared back and slammed herself again and again into Nat’s midsection, eliciting a groan with each blow. And then as the blonde began to slump down the Asian beauty felt it and with a burst of strength through her thighs and hips she twisted and flung the blonde across the room.
Nat was stunned but she didn’t go down and the young women squared off in the middle of the room. Their evening gowns were frayed and ripped in places but still intact. Sweat glistened in the flickering lights of the room’s chandeliers and sometimes in the lightning flashing outside. The only sounds in the room were the sharp panting of the two combative women and the heavy thud of rain overhead. They stood staring at each other, bosoms rising and falling, and then they started swinging. Hard slaps on faces and sometimes punches to the chest and torso, whirling hair and sick groans. Then after the burst Nat leapt forward and grabbed Elle by the hair in close to her scalp and yanked forward and down and now she had her bent over at the waist and she was pulling her forward. Nat would throw a punch into her side or up into her head and then yank forward again as she spun to the side, keeping her off balance, and then repeat it. She dragged her around the room that way until finally Elle caught up with her and clenching with her she threw repeated punches into her stomach and bust. Nat had to let go of her and skip away. Elle followed her, relentless, and the two beauties traded slaps again. Nat took one to the face and returned it, sending the Asian beauty stumbling and turning away. Nat tried to take advantage, running forward, intending to take hold of her head and slam her into the far wall. But the other young woman slipped under her grasp and then as she went past her Elle yanked her by her blonde hair and spun her in a full circle.
Nat now was the young woman who was stumbling out of control. She hit against a dinner table and fell on her back across the center, between the two wealthy older men who had been sitting and watching the fight, enraptured by what they were seeing. Elle came at her, her hands greedily reaching forward. But Nat was expecting the aggression and she brought her legs up and kicking out connected both soles of her feet on the other woman’s breasts. Elle was knocked flat on her back, clutching at her wounded chest and trying to get her breath back. Nat slowly rolled herself off the table and, catching her breath, winked at one of the older men standing nearby before she turned back to her opponent. But somehow Elle was already to her feet and she slammed her first into Nat’s lower back and then, as the blonde arched her back, Elle yanked her head back hard by the hair with one hand and twisted her arm behind her with the other and then slammed her face down onto the table. Nat bounced off and stumbled away and Elle caught up with her and spun her around by the shoulder slugged her in the stomach. The force of the blow doubled Nat over and already Elle was into her, rushing forward. Nat stumbled back and the two women then grabbed hold of each other around the shoulders. Their fingers clamped onto the exposed skin of their upper backs and shoulders and grunting and straining they drove each other across the room and then they collided with one of the card tables. Nat hit her hip and stomach against it and Elle suddenly seized her by the hair on the back of her head and jerked her up and then slammed her face first onto the hard table. Nat lay there dazed and then Elle pulled her back up and turning her around slapped her across the face. The force of the slap drained the life out of her for an instant and she was turned all the way around and fell so that she was on her knees leaning forward on the table. Her eyes were clouded over and Elle stood above and behind her, smiling triumphantly.
“Your little friend isn’t going to be so pretty when I get done with her,” Elle said to Jonathan. And so saying, she took a deep breath and pushed her already sweaty hair out of her face before reaching down to pull on Nat’s blonde curls.
But Nat had already recovered enough to defend herself, and when she felt the inevitable pull on her hair she spun on her knee and punched Elle low in the stomach. The Asian beauty clutched at herself and stumbled backwards, her breath hitching in her chest and her eyes wide with shock. Nat was still little better off than her opponent, though, and she knew she had to press her advantage. She tried to leap up and forward so that her force would knock Elle over backward, but her legs became entangled in her long formal gown so that she took Elle’s feet out from under her. Elle landed on her back and Nat crawled on top of her with a snarl on her face. They immediately took hold of each other’s hair and began rolling over each other on the floor, one on top and then the other. Their hands slipped away from the hair and began roaming over each other’s magnificent bodies. They pulled at their gorgeous and expensive gowns, which soon enough were ruined and hanging loosely from their flesh. Their round breasts and flat stomachs and feminine hips and thighs were pressed tight together as they churned together across the floor. With their dresses enveloping them it was as if a female swirl of red and blue had taken hold of the entire room.
As they turned over each other on the floor, they pulled and tore at each other’s dresses and the material finally disintegrated. The young women continued fighting amidst the tattered remains of the markers of their status and prestige. They fell apart and rose to their knees, a few feet apart, and Nat slapped her across the face. The force of the blow sent both women down to their side and they came back to their hands and knees, heads close together, and panting, they stared at each other and then with a meaty thwack, they clashed again. Chests and faces pressed together, they wrapped their arms around each other and pushed and strained. And then after some time of this, Nat proved herself the stronger and pushed Elle over onto her back. Taking advantage, Nat climbed atop her. Sitting across her stomach, she slapped the Asian beauty across the face with rights and lefts. At last, the woman on the bottom regained herself and raised her hands in defense. And then when Nat changed tactics and yanked up on her hair and was going to use it to slam her head on the ground Elle struck, quick as a snake, and latched onto Nat’s enormous breasts. Nat howled in pain and pulled at the hands but Elle squeezed hard, her fingers pressing into the feminine orbs. Moaning in pain, Nat still tried to pull the hands off of her prized assets, but Elle held on hard. Finally, Nat changed strategies and slapped her across the face until Elle had to let go to protect herself. The ladies scrambled away from each other, both glad to have escaped.
They each slowly got to their feet, bracing themselves on nearby tables. They both were topless now and wore only panties and the remains of their stockings. Their chests were both a deep red with exertion, and they sucked greedily for air as their hearts pounded away deep inside them. Sweat was now running freely down their bodies, rivulets of sweat down their thighs, their stomachs, their chests, and their faces showed as much pain as determination. Both ladies had chosen stockings and panties that matched the colors of their dresses, those evening gowns they had destroyed in their ardor to ruin each other. Elle in red and Nat in blue. Nat’s enormous breasts were tipped by large and dark nipples and they swayed on her chest with each step she took. Elle’s eyes flickered down to her chest and then back up to her eyes, down to her chest again. Elle’s own breasts were much smaller and scarcely moved at all and her nipples were smaller as well but both ladies were hard and it could have been for their excitement as much as their adrenaline and exertion. Elle’s hips were more narrow and tighter than Nat and one could see the traces of her abdominal muscles on her stomach, the muscles tensing and relaxing with each breath.
They came at each other yet again, and their small elite audience held its collective breath in anticipation and pleasure. Nat tried to slap her again, but this time Elle stayed out of range and as the blonde stumbled forward she kicked her in the front of the thigh. The kick was unexpected and Nat stumbled and then the Asian beauty was on her. She slapped her across the face, sending her stumbling away, and then tackled her to the ground. Despite the force with which she hit the floor Nat tried to push herself up to the hands and knees but the other woman landed atop her. Elle wrapped her legs around her waist and rocked back and the two of them ended up on their left sides, Elle behind her with her legs locked and she squeezed with all she had. Nat moaned and tried to free herself, pushing her hands down between the thighs and her own skin. They were both drenched in sweat but she was so tired. Then Elle reached around her and clamped onto her nipples. She was pinching and clawing and even pulling them outward or up and then she began twisting them. The nails excoriating her femininity and her beauty. Nat howled in pain. She was so tired but it was as if a river of energy flowed through her. And then she somehow rolled to her to her hands and knees, the Asian still on her back and still clamping onto her breasts, legs still locked, and Nat powered up to her feet and immediately dropped onto her back, catching the other woman under her.
Nat lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, and she could hear the gasp of the audience and that of the young rival under her at the same time. Then she rolled onto her side and lay there panting and then got to her hands and knees and banged Elle’s head against the floor by the hair. She had no intention of allowing the bitch to get hold of her breasts again. She pulled her up to her feet and dragged her forward by the hair and running now she flung her into one of the poker tables. Lady Anna Murrell was standing next to the table and quickly stepped away. Elle hit it full force and went rolling onto the top of it and all the way off to the floor on the far side. Showing incredible heart, Elle almost immediately put one hand on the table and pulled herself up. She glared up at Nat as the buxom blonde stormed around the table and put her hands on her again. Nat had her by the hair in both hands and pulling her up bounced her head off of the poker table and Elle slid back down to the knees, her face and hands resting atop the table. Nat now pressed down on her, holding her against the wood and intending to raise her up for another blow. But Elle whipped her elbow back and caught her in the stomach and then as Nat stumbled back, holding herself, Elle threw the elbow again and caught her in the chest. But then when she went to strike again at Nat she collapsed back against the poker table, exhausted.
“Flat chested bitch,” Nat hissed at her.
Nat came forward again and kicked her squarely between the legs. Elle’s eyes went wide and she fell down to her knees and she would have fallen to the ground but that Nat caught her. Nat was holding her by the hair, letting her face rest against her hip for an instant, and then she rammed her knee into her torso repeatedly. When she let go after several strikes Elle fell backward. She lay on her side holding her hands over her chest and gasping and moaning in pain. Nat stood over her, thinking that she had finally won, but even now when she went to finish her Elle threw weak kicks into her legs. With her own fatigue, Nat found herself tripping over the thrashing legs under her and she contorted herself to land across Elle. Elle had one hand free and she scratched at Nat’s back and tried to pull her hair. Nat was sideways across her, her own chest on Elle’s, and she held down Elle’s other hand with her own and then with her free hand she repaid the nipple torture she had endured. Elle howled in pain, as loudly as she could, and Nat only worsened it, digging her nails into what female flesh Elle had on her chest. The women locked eyes and Nat took pleasure in seeing the rage in the other woman’s face. But then, she felt Elle’s fingers probing the rear of her panties and she was scrambling away as fast as she could.
Nat got to her feet and turned back toward Elle, prepared to see her attacking her yet again. But no, she was only up to her knees and was leaning on the table, panting for air. Nat came up behind her, confident now, and she slammed her hands down onto Elle’s shoulders and then pulled her head up by the chin with one hand and struck her in the temple repeatedly with the palm of her other. Then Nat sunk to her knees behind Elle and, as she slid her arms through Elle’s locking them in place, she bit down onto her shoulder with all that she had. Elle howled in pain, so loud in the room, over the roar of the storm outside. And still biting down, Nat pulled Elle on top of her as she rolled onto her back, and she held her there like that, arms pinned, her legs entwined with hers, and Elle yelled and then she started sobbing and then she was begging for Nat to let her go. And then Nat had won the catfight.
Natalie slept through the night and most of the next day. The following evening, a very large man with a very large beard and a bald head came to her door and told her that she was to report to the hotel’s master suite in one hour. By this point, the bruises and soreness were fading, and she spent most of the hour sitting at the edge of her bed, massaging her arms and thighs, or touching up her makeup to cover the last reminders of the previous evening’s sport. She had not expected Lady Murrell, one of the most powerful, and without question the most fearsome, woman of Galloway, to be there and to know Jonathan and Elle. But, it would be much worse to run away, so when the hour was up she dressed herself in a tasteful and modest pair of pants and blouse and went up to the master suite.
The enormous man opened the door and bid her enter. Lady Anna Murrell was lying reclined on the couch in the center of the room. The suite consisted of the large entertainment and sitting area where the Lady was now and bedrooms that split off to the left and right. The wall behind her was curved in a gentle arc and it offered a sweeping view of the lake, with windows that ran from the floor to the ceiling and a balcony outside. The sun had just set and the naked trees were silhouetted against the last of the light. Lady Anna was wearing a luxurious white robe that could not conceal the majestic curves of her bosom and hips. The top was open just enough for a hint of cleavage, and she ran her fingers along the lining as she appraised Natalie. Her face, as beautiful as ever, betrayed nothing of her feelings about what had happened the night before. Her hair was as blonde as Natalie’s and just as beautiful. She was taller than Natalie and her calves protruded from the bottom of the robe. At last, after staring for as long as she cared to, she picked up a glass of wine and motioned for Natalie to sit down.
Natalie took a set on the opposite couch and began explaining that she had never expected to see the Lady here at the resort, but Anna cut her off. “There is a robe for you in that bedroom,” she said, pointing to Natalie’s right. “If you are interested in becoming,” and here Anna paused before continuing. “A closer friend to me,” she said at last, “you can go in there, change, and accept what happens next. If you are not interested, you can go back to your room and then back to your family, and you won’t come here or to my estate in Galloway again.”
In response, Natalie cleared her throat, nervously brushed her hair back behind her shoulder, and went into the bedroom. When she returned, she was wearing only the robe. Her bare feet slapped against the hardwood flooring and the robe rubbed softly against her bare skin underneath. And Elle and a redhead were standing across from her, near the door the other bedroom. They were both wearing robes as well. Elle held her head up proudly, showing off the bruising on her face that Natalie had given her the night before. The redhead was maybe an inch shorter than Elle, busty and quite pretty, and Natalie presumed she was one of Anna’s servants. The young ladies were all three tugging on their robes and pawing at the floor with their toes.
“I’m glad that you’ve decided to stay, Natalie,” Anna said. “I think that you’re a beautiful and talented young woman, and I’m looking forward to having you around. Now, ladies,” she said, and gestured for them to come forward. “To the victor go the spoils.”
Elle and the redhead dropped their robes to show off their naked female bodies but Natalie did not follow suit. Rather, she went to the couch and sat down next to Anna, their shoulders and hips touching. Natalie looked at Elle and said, “I think that you need to take care of her,” nodding toward the redheaded servant. A strong light flashed in her eyes, but Elle went to the redhead and began kissing her on the lips and neck, running her fingers through her hair. As she did, Natalie slid her hand under Anna’s robe and cupped her breast. She first slid her index finger up and down the slope of the great orb and then, gently flicking her nipple as she crossed it, rubbed the underside. Anna moaned softly and put her arm around Natalie’s shoulder and drew her closer and Natalie could feel both of their heartbeats speed up. Elle was now standing behind the redheaded servant, sliding her hands up and down her breasts, the sides of her torso, her hips and thighs, and Natalie and Anna were watching her from the couch and as the other two women moved faster her hand was rubbing the lady’s enormous bosom faster and harder. Soon enough Natalie and Anna were kissing, deeply and passionately, their hands alternatively on each other’s faces or hips and backs. Then Natalie was pushing her gently onto her back and lying on top of her. They were kissing and gently grinding their hips together and then they both turned their heads and watched as Elle was kneeling before the redheaded servant and kissing her mound. As they watched their hips began pushing against each other harder and Natalie pulled Anna’s robe open and began sucking on her nipples as Anna watched the other two.
After some time had gone by, Natalie atop Lady Anna as they watched Elle service the servant girl, Natalie rose and took Anna’s hand and led her into the master bedroom. The room was enormous, with a bed large enough for all of them. Natalie guided Anna to sit on the bed and then she went back to the living room area where Elle was still servicing the redhead, the two of them lying on the ground oblivious to anything else. Natalie grabbed the Asian beauty by the hair and yanked her to her feet and pulled her, stumbling, into the bedroom. There she commanded her to lick Anna wherever she wanted. Then she went back and retrieved the redhead and led her in by the hand. The redhead and Natalie sucked on each other’s nipples, kissed, fingered each other while they watched Anna sit on Elle’s face. Anna was facing toward Elle’s body and while the girl pleasured her she was running her hands over her breasts and flat stomach and touching her pussy and sometimes she rubbed her hands over her own breasts and up and down her stomach and thighs. Toward the end of the night Natalie and Anna were lying together on the bed, arms wrapped around each other, sometimes kissing and tracing their fingers along the outline of the other’s body and sometimes just lying next to each other, allowing the energy of the night to fade away. While they did the other two girls were on the ground at the foot of the bed. And then when she rose in the morning Natalie, before she left the room, seized hold of Elle by the hair and stood nose to nose with her and told her that any time she wanted a rematch, she’d know where to find her—at her own house.
