When I read FyreCracka's Cat-Pin Journal I had to hold my breath. It was something that I had never seen here or on any other story site. Simple vehicle of the Cat-Pin driving two women who committed themselves to the Sorority to engage each other in a catfight got my creative juices running.
I'm not a professional writer, but reading Journal made me want to. This is my first attempt. I will write more, I have a few already in rough draft now and will proceed.
Read, enjoy, critique.
Sally was an attractive middle age mom. At 36, she thought all was right in her life and nothing could be better. She kept herself reasonably fit. Phil, her husband, and she ran a farm and with all the choirs and work to be done on a daily basis, she was never idle. That didn’t mean she didn’t put on some pounds, but thirteen years of marriage can “grow” on you, and it did with her, a little. She was roughly 5’6 and at 145 plus ish, as she would call it, and depending on the day, she felt great. Her auburn hair touched her shoulders straight with a little curl, it was worn in a pony tail most of the time. She always looked in the mirror after getting dressed making sure Phil would look twice when he came in from early morning field work.
One innocent night, after a heavy two hours of the best sex they have had in a while, Sally and Phil were sharing a cuddle recovering. Last time they had an evening like that was 5 years ago when their daughter Ginny, spent a weekend with her Grandmother Betty.
She was still throbbing, and feeling those tingling feelings slowly subside as their hearts calmed down, and they were just staring at the ceiling when Phil lit a fuse.
“Honey?”
“Yes dear?”
“Oh never mind, just something came into my head that I wanted to ask you but I’ll wait.”
“Wait for what? What’s wrong asking me now? “ Sally was curious now, but she could wait.
She rolled halfway on top of him her thigh was resting against his now flaccid penis. She felt the warmth of it against her thigh, it excited her but she had had enough for the night.
Just as she thought about turning in she felt it throb against her skin, something aroused it and gently poked her then subsided.
“Honey?”
“Yes?”
“What caused that, what were you thinking about?” She was curious.
“Caused what? Oh, that? It came back to me what i was going to ask you before I guess.”
“Was it erotic?” She smiled at him.
“Eh,” he hesitated, “yeah, you could say but I don’t think you would think so?”
“And why not?” She stared into his eyes leaning a little heavier onto him. This time she had a firm feel of his member against her thigh and it had shriveled a little. There was a small frown on her forehead now.
“Oh it’s just a passing little kink I was toying with.”
“Oh and what kinky sites have you been visiting, tell me, what did you find that made you a little hot there?”
Sally knew Phil visited internet porn sites on their home office computer, this wasn’t new to her nor did she mind. She even visited a few herself. Both had been very open about their turn ons before and since their marriage. What ever spiced up their love making was fine for Sally, she loved it.
“Oh there was this chat room and someone asked me if my wife, you, had ever been in a catfight.”
A catfight? Sally knew what it was, but what on earth made that come up she was thinking?
“What brought that up,” she asked?
“Don’t know.”
“Don’t know? You weren’t sharing any of my pictures were you?”
Both Sally and Phil knew better than to do that.
“No I didn’t and we both know not to.”
“Ok so what brought that on?”
“Just chat told him what you look like and how great a fuck you are in bed.”
Sally winced when he said fuck, but she was all smiles how he said it, she knew her love making with him made him king and her queen of their domain. She was still curious as to what led to the question about catfighting.
“Ok, but still what brought that up,” she asked again?
“We were chatting about women and girlfriends we knew or had, and if any of them got into a catfight. I said I had known you ever since we started school together and have never seen you get into one. I know we have both seen them but thats all.”
She looked at him hesitantly. Biting her tongue.
Phil was just looking straight out at the wall across from their bed.
Still positioned as she was on him, thigh resting on a now flacid penis, looking up straight into his eye, with a suddenly dry mouth.
“Honey I have something to tell you.”
She felt a stir and throb against her thigh.
Phil was now looking straight into his lovely wife’s eyes. He didn’t say a word.
“Honey I was in three fights, I know you didnt know about them because you weren’t around when they happened. Two of them while we were while we were still in high school, The last one happened when we were both at State.”
She felt his penis become very erect when she told him this.
“How come you never told me about it?”
“I didnt think you would have wanted to hear it, all three were quick, some hair pulling, a slap or two and were all broken up fast. There wasnt any damage done, maybe a sore face but you didn’t see me until the next day and by then it didn’t matter anyway. So why, would you have wanted me to tell you about them?”
He was still looking into her eyes. ”Nah I guess from what you just told me, I guess back then I didn’t need to hear it.”
She could see with her eyes a little flicker of disappointment in his. Not knowing what to make of it she just let his feelings be shared with her. She didn’t know why she did, maybe because she loved him and that shared all their emotions together.
Phil’s penis had shriveled a little, it was still warm against her thigh. Slowly she removed her thigh off of it and rolled onto her back staring at the ceiling. Not wanting to end that evening by putting ice on it she just took her one hand and reached over and wrapped it around his penis.
“Want to know who I had the fights with?”
She felt him come back to life.
He didn’t say a word.
She just leaned to him gave him a good night’s kiss and rolled over onto her side.
A minute went by before she felt Phil take a spooning position against her back, penis very hard and nestled between the gap of her thighs.
The next morning Sally went about her normal routine, once Phil and their daughter were out the door to work and school. She sat down and started to think deeply into what occurred the night before. She wanted to know more about this kink that was in his head.
Now Sally thought she knew everything about Phil. They had been hanging together and dating even before they were freshman in high school, and there was never an interruption in their relationship.
She also remembered the three catfights that she was in and could not see what it was about it that Phil thought might be erotic.
After about ten minutes of pondering about it she got up to continue her choirs. Maybe it was just a passing thing she thought and let it go.
Sally finished the housework fast, she now needed to sort out some boxes in their attic.
While rummaging through the boxes she found one buried in a corner under some drop cloths. She looked in it and discovered a pile of dusty covered VHS tapes and DVD cases. Under them were some magazines, also covered in dust. She got curious and wondered what they were.
Blowing the dust off the cover of the top magazine she saw a picture of two naked women.
Oh great, she thought at first, nudie magazines nothing to worry here move on, however something was different and that caused her eyes to widen,
The women on the cover were naked but they had their hands in each others hair and were pulling it. They were catfighting.
Sally’s head went blank at what she saw.
Flipping through the pages all she saw were women in various stages fighting.
This was not looking like a passing kink to her now.
She started looking through the pile and again the magazine that was now on top had another picture of two women in a catfight, same with the next and the next and the entire pile. There were 20 magazines all focused on catfighting and had many pictures of women pulling hair, slapping and just about anything else, all related to women fighting.
Looking at the date stamped on one of the covers, it dated back to when they were in high school. Then she saw another cover and that had a more recent date, only a year ago.
Next she looked at the VHS tapes, the labels were weathered so she was not able to see the titles. The DVDs did not have labels. She grabbed the entire box and went to their home office, she wanted to see what was on the DVDs at least they still had players unlike the VHS tapes.
She inserted one DVD in the holder and hit the play button. Just like she thought, the DVD had videos of women in various catfights. A lot were pulled from YouTube she saw the bug. Some were old and some had log dates to 2 years back.
She had to have watched over a dozen catfights on that one DVD alone and she looked at how many were on it and it was full of them.
Sally’s mind was racing. Why did he hide this from her they seemed to be very open about many things? But Catfighting? Two women clawing it out, pulling hair, inflicting pain, hurting each other? But why?
Things were backing up in her thoughts about it all. Then as if things couldn’t be worse, it dawned on her.
OMG he wants me to fight. Phil wants me to get into a fight with another woman, a catfight. She became worried now.
She put everything back in its box and instead of returning it to where she found it she placed the box in a corner of their walk-in closet, covering it with some items to camouflage it.
When Phil came home from working their fields later that afternoon he planted himself in front of their big screen TV and was flipping though the channels. Sally was watching from the kitchen what he was looking at. He landed on one that happened to be one of the Pro Wrestling Channels. Sally’s eye brow raised in curiosity.
On the screen were two of the lady wrestlers going at it. Now she and Phil watched the TV Wrestling together, quit frequently in fact. She got into it both the mens and the ladies, she didnt think anything into it.
Then something snapped in the back of her head, every time the ladies were wrestling he would be holding her tight against him and while she was turned on by his affection her hand would be wandering along his thigh and she would discover how excited he was, she didn’t understand it at the time.
Now she realized it wasn’t from her initial contact it was hard by the time she got there and she really hadn’t done anything to make it such. He was turned on by the ladies wrestling.
Flashback to the previous night and when she asked him if he wanted to know who she got in a fight with.
Her jaw dropped.
Quietly she walked over to the couch, out of Phil’s sight. Not that he would have noticed her, his gaze was fixed to the screen. As soon as she reached her spot she noticed Phil had unbuckled his pants, and had slipped a hand down there. She knew what he was doing. She looked again at the screen and then him. She retreated back to the kitchen.
Her mind was again racing, questions were rapid fire, who, what, why and she didnt have any answers.
Dinner was muted. Not that she would bring it up at the table let alone in front of their daughter but the silence was deafening. What was even more unusual was that Phil who was the talkative type was silent. Her daughter paid no attention, iPhone in hand always kept her silent at the table.
Dinner was done as she cleared the table Phil said he had business to take care of and headed for their home office.
Sally was in bed when Phil joined her. Farmers turn in early because they rise early, he was up a little later than he should have been, 9pm was late.
The next morning after Phil and their daughter were out of the house, Sally went to retrieve a folder from their home office.
When she looked on the office’s computer screen she noticed that he left it on.
The windows screen had its share of folders, she had a good memory what each one contained and where they generally sat on the screen. However today was a little off.
She spotted what caused that, one was labeled Catfights.
Ok what the hell is this on here, she thought?
She moved the mouse and clicked on the tab.
Sally had to sit down at what she saw. There on the screen was a whole venue of women in catfights. She saw women wrestling, catfighting, boxing, some MMA it was all there, just like what was on the DVD’s she found. Now it was right on her husbands computer. Actually their office computer, the one she had been using the past year now with all the data and programs she needed to conduct the business for the farm.
There were links too, she started to click on them. As she surfed, watched and read things that begining to was stir things in her gut. She was getting upset about him not sharing this with her. It was in our wedding vows, to trust each other, for better or for worse.
She started to think where is he going with this and again she got very concerned about if he wanted her to fight another woman. Too much was swirling around in her mind.
Then she spotted one tab on his computer was labeled cat-pin, now unless she hadn’t already investigated his screen, she would have thought nothing of it. But it stood out, It was another link she had never seen before. What the hell she thought what more will I find on here. She thought she had seen enough in the last 2 hours to last her a life time.
She clicked it and instead of seeing it open in the google browser it opened up in something she never had seen before.
She had always heard of the Dark Web but never ever thought anything of it, other than it being a mystery and dangerous place.
Yet here she was, Sally had just entered the Twilight Zone.
In front of her was another list of menus. As like what she had seen on the other sites and there was a members only. She gambled and clicked on it, it opened.
OH she was thinking, he didn’t log out. She ventured further.
She looked on a tab saying videos. Ok lets see what is THIS? Thinking it would be more catfights like that she had already seen, but instead what she saw had her mesmerized. Instead of the the slinky beauty queens she had seen in Phil’s collection so far, or the drunken teens at someones party here instead she saw women like herself. Mothers, wives, housewives, grandmothers, young, and old all in various forms of fighting. Some were wrestling, some were boxing, some fist fighting, and some were catfighting. Every day women, nothing unusual or special or anything different than she. Yet it was different than what she had previously seen. Here, video after video, the ladies were fighting for real. Nothing scripted, nothing fake, no one stopping them or getting in the way. They were organized and both ladies in them wanted to fight.
Sally was confused, yet seeing them fight she got excited. She didn’t realize that it until she felt her heart racing, and some perspiration forming on her forehead. As if by instinct alone her head reacted more to these videos than the others. Was it because they were real and she knew it?
She had seen several while growing up and going to school with Phil, in fact she remembered again one time they both saw one together and that later that day while hanging out he was all over her, she loved it.
Again she had the flashback to the other night.
She remembered the three she was in, they were nothing like what she was seeing, just typical school fights that had hair pulled, some slaps but they were all broken up quickly. Nothing really to talk about like she told him. She never thought Phil needed to know.
While watching the fights something was drawing her closer to them. Something about the women. The positive look of confidence that was on their faces prior to their fight. The determination to win, to beat and conquer another woman who was her equal. In a physical fight, not the verbal kind that she and a lot of women are used to.
How many times she wanted to but didn’t, something was holding her back. The women on the screen looked like nothing was stopping them.
Winners gloated, losers pouted but even as the loser’s face showed the disappointment, the frustration of losing she still held her head up high. She fought bravely and although she lost she knew there would be a next time and she would be the winner.
Determination to be the best in what ever she did was deep within Sally’s gut.
Women succeeding in college or even going was rare in her family, even her mother tried to talk her out of it, she didn’t listen. Staring at her on the screen were women like her, bucking the system and accomplishing even more. She envied them. They had the guts to do this.
She watched a variety of videos and after each one she was feeling the dare that they were issuing to her.
‘We dare you Sally.’ ‘What, you can’t do it?’ ‘Poor baby.’
It was starting to dig at her. She could do it, the only thing she needed was to confront the demon that was holding her back and she needed to know who that person was. From what she had been seeing, she knew where it pointed. She didn’t want to admit it.
She looked at a few profiles of the ladies. What she saw made her go straight to the application link.
She looked at it. She wanted to fill it out but she felt like she needed an answer, everything hinged on that. ‘Why Phil?’
“If they can do it so can I. I want to do it!”
Phil’s answer was now optional.
She read the requirements and filled out the application. Hesitating before hitting the send button, she thought am I crazy?
Nah!
And with one big exhale, CLICK!
She left the Twilight Zone, returned his screen to how it originally looked, made sure no clues that she was surfing his catfight sites and got up and finished her day.
Sally checked her email before Phil came home she wanted to make sure at least she got confirmation that they received her application. She got it, in fact they approved her within an hour of receiving it. Faster than some other online applications. She was surprised it happened so quickly.
In it was the membership log in and other information regarding all the rules. Being a member was the goal all pledges sought, and the sooner the better.
A big exhale came out of her lungs. Sally was on the books at the Cat-pin Sorority as a pledge. She knew the three fight requirement needed in order to get that pin. Being on a farm away from many town people, let alone the population of her town was going to be a challenge.
This was where she really needed to have Phil’s help. As much as she wanted to break out in this on her own, she had to, who else could she turn to?
How will she deal with Phil, she had met her first challenge of the Pin.
She had a plan.
After dinner with everything squared away for the evening, daughter in her room and Phil in their office, Sally retreated into their bedroom. She was going to corner Phil.
It was again 9pm when Phil came into the bedroom. Striped down to his skivvies and crawled onto his side of the bed. Before he even had a chance to settle in Sally got right on top of him. She was just in her panties which is what she wore all the time in bed. She settled in on top of him before she started her plan. She had his flaccid penis firmly wedged between them and it wasn’t excited or even stirring. Her naked breasts pressed into his chest.
“Honey not to night please I got to get some sleep,” he said looking into her eyes.
“Wow that’s a twist,” she laughed. “Did you burn yourself out the other night?”
“Really? NO!” He was feeling like he did something.
“Well dont worry I just want talk, I need to know something.”
“Ok I can deal with that, it won’t take all night will it?
“Ah no, don’t think it will.”
“Ok shoot.”
“I was wondering did I ever tell you about me and Julie Campbell, you know back in freshman year in High School?”
“No, I knew you two didnt get along but thats about it why did you see her today?”
“No, and yeah we weren’t really close at all.”
“I know she wasn’t friends with a lot of the girls back then. I met her husband during one reunion, he passes through town from time to time. He says they have been going to parties and getting invites to a lot of things, her job has good perks, and apparently she has a lot of friends now.”
“Not from around her thats for sure,” Sally added.
“No but they live way over in Berkville so probably started over since they didnt know her. So what were you going to say about her?”
“Well she was the first girl i got into a fight with or rather a brief catfight.” She gave emphasis on saying catfight.
She felt something stir and throb between them.
He got wide eyed and was now looking straight into her eyes. Instant dry mouth, he managed to reply,
“Oh really?”
“Yeah she was talking shit about one of my girlfriends in the locker room and I got in her face.” She felt him stir some more.
“What happened?”
“Oh we shoved each other pulled hair, slapped a few times, but we were pulled apart pretty fast.”
She felt a surge.
“I remember you two were out of school for a few days. Ok never knew the reason.”
“You never asked me why. That was pretty much the reason.”
“I paid no attention to her at all, just you,” he kissed her.
She was feeling warm now but was not done with her plan just yet. He was stirring a little under her and she played dumb about it.
“Was that all you wanted to know he asked looking deep into her eyes?”
“No there was a little more,” she continued. “You remember Beth Ann Connors?”
“Yeah, don’t tell me you had a catfight with her,” he asked?
Sally felt a surge when he said catfight.
“I thought you two were friends weren’t you?”
“We were but you know she got into a catfight with Julie too.”
There was an unmistakable surge that time.
“It happened Junior year down by the 4H center.”
He was now hard, and it throbbed against her, she felt it. Sally was now beyond moist herself at that moment. She had him where she wanted, she was in control and it felt great.
“Yeah we were hanging out down there when Julie walked by. She was pissed at Beth because, Beth made a comment to her guy about her, and he like asked Julie earlier that day if it was true.”
“Oh no.”
“Yeah Julie said she told her she wanted to talk about it.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah all Beth said was you’re a cxnt and it was on. All over the place, Beth and her got into a nasty catfight, Lots of hair pulling and wrestling like on the ground. Got some fists going too. Beth kicked her ass.”
Phil was now beyond surging and even though she was wet she felt his wetness penetrate her panties. She knew he came.
He was looking in her eyes through out his orgasm. She watched his face light up.
They just looked into each others eyes and after a few minutes she rolled off him and went to the bathroom to change her panties and clean up a bit. When she returned she noticed he had as well.
Getting into bed she turned to him gave him a kiss and said Good Night, and rolled over to her side.
The next morning while they were at the breakfast table, she noticed Phil wasn’t eating his breakfast as fast as he did the last few days. When her daughter left to catch the bus, he looked at her.
She giggled. “You look like a kid who got caught in the cookie jar.
His face flushed. He got up and went out to finish up his morning work.
She sat back down and regretted saying what she said but she wasnt backing out what she set in motion.
That evening in bed, Sally took her position again on Phil. He was tired but she needed answers.
As she shifted herself to accommodate him as she did the night before, she began.
“Honey, does the thought of two women in a catfight excite you?” She immediately felt his reply but played dumb about it and just looked into his eyes waiting for an answer.
Cotton mouth Phil was now red faced. He was smart enough to figure out she knew something and he started to squirm a bit.
Sheepishly he said “yes.”
She felt him shrivel a little. She knew she had him by the short hairs.
“Honey, I know we have our kinks, and I was willing to share mine with you, why didn’t you want to share this with me?”
Looking into her eyes he opened up, ”I didn’t want you to think Im a freak.”
“You’re not, when you told me about your other kinks that you shared with me did, I run?”
“No.”
“We talked about them right?”
“Yes.”
“I talked about mine with you, so why can’t we talk about this one?”
“I don’t know its just that I know girls think its crude and vulgar and perverted to want to see them fight. You know hitting, kicking, pulling hair.”
“Well you concerned about them or me getting hurt?”
Yeah, he paused that “me” sunk in, he knew she had something on him.
“I mean its not like us guys, we are used to it.”
“OH so you think giving birth to a child is a cake walk?”
“NO not saying that you know what I mean we get into fights all the time.”
“Like we don’t?”
“Well we use our fists sometimes.”
“So whats wrong with us using fists or claws?”
“Well,” he started to rationalize what she just said.
“Honey I can fight like the rest of them. I told you about my fight with Julie, I had a few more that I didnt tell you about but I came out of those ok. I know that we are told women are not supposed to fight, thats just bullshit. And what I saw on the computer, we do fight and we want to.”
She realized she let the cat out of the bag. He was wide eyed now and he shrank and fell off the radar with that one.
“Yes I saw the stuff,” she confessed. “I also signed up and am in the Cat-Pin group.”
“You what!?”
“I entered the Cat-pin Sorority the pledging part im not in yet.”
He rolled her off him and sat up on his side of their bed. She moved around to him and was sat next to him.
“I want to do this.”
“Are you just saying that to make me feel less guilty?”
“NO I want to fight. I want to get into a catfight with another woman. Is that wrong for me to want? I can fight and really I don’t need your approval to do it.”
“Yes, I mean No I dont know this is all too fast for me to grasp.”
“You think so? How do you think I felt when I saw that website AND that you were foolish enough to not LOG OUT.”
“Im sorry I..”
“I dont want your sorry, I want to fight. I looked at the women who fight, I read their profiles, there is nothing different about them and me, nothing special. Just the fact we want to break this stigma of women being the fairer sex, BULLSHIT. We do everything that you guys do except we cant get the respect when we do stuff on our own. So why cant I knock back with a few brews now and then and maybe have a good ole fist fight to boot? You think I don’t need a release? I know there is pain I felt it when i had my fights. I had pain bearing your kid god damn it!”
Phil was quiet he let her talk, he wasn’t even contemplating interrupting her or even getting up to lock himself into the bathroom. He deserved her ranting on him.
She saw he was withdrawing into himself with her rant, thats the last thing she wanted.
“Honey look at me please.”
He raised his head meekly and looked into her eyes.
“Im sorry Sal, I don’t want to interfere with what you want to do, I was just concerned that, you know, if you got into a fight you would get hurt.”
“I know I will hon thats what happens in a fight.”
“Let me finish please?”
“Ok go.”
“I don’t want you to think I put you up to this that I’m to blame for whatever happens to you in a fight.”
“You won’t. I take responsibility. It’s my body, it’s my pain, I want to fight. You heard me say it and I’ll say it again. I WANT TO FIGHT.”
“Ok, you do what you want to do.”
“You don’t sound supportive Phil, thats ok I will fight without you.”
“Wait, that came out bad I know. I want you to fight, really. I had been thinking about it for a long time. Its just Im beating myself up for denying the fact that you actually want to fight. It’s strange I know my mind is going in circles and there is a skip in the record.”
“Honey I love you, you know that.”
“I love you too. From the minute I first saw you I said you are my love and my life.”
She hugged him and gave him a very hard kiss. Arms went around him and she controlled their falling back onto the bed. She felt his penis start to inflate on her stomach. Not wanting him to second guess her intentions she took complete control of the next hour.
When they emerged from the post orgasmic bliss she asked, “you got to work tomorrow?”
“No Im ahead on everything really just need to make the rounds around the property make sure things are ok. I can do that in the afternoon.”
“Good, I need sleep we need to talk in the morning.”
After the their daughter ran off to the bus. Sally took Phil by the hand and went to their office. She booted up the computer and went directly to the Cat-pin site.
“Ok,” she said, “Im in. Im made pledge. I need three fights to get full membership.”
He listened.
“I have looked at a few members who are kind of close by.”
“Closest is like 30 miles away,” Phil said.
“Oh you been looking to see who is?”
Sheepishly he replied, “yes.”
“You know, unless the other woman and her husband is ok with it, you would never get an invite to see them.”
“But sometimes they stream them live.”
“I know, has that couple done any?”
“No they posted their pledge videos and she had 2 pin fights since then.”
“So she is still new to it?”
“Yeah but I dont want to suggest you and her go at it.”
“Why not? If she is looking, she’s fair game.”
“I don’t know I know its just my guilt side saying that.”
“Oh I know hon, but let me look at her profile.”
She did she found out that the other woman Patricia had her five fights posted to the video section. Her stats were 39, 5’9 170lbs. 40Ds brunette. Right off Sally said no out of my class.
“But if you ran into each other wearing the pin, you would have to fight her.”
“I know, if and when that time comes will see, I do have the options but we all know it doesnt look good in the Pin Community. You fight, win or lose. We are sisters in this good or bad we make it together.”
Phil was silent.
“Ok right now no one is really close that means I need to find a fight somewhere and you just video it.”
Phil thought and said, “There’s a bar over in Pittstown, its a little rough at times Fridays or Saturday afternoons I heard.”
“Ok lets make plans for Saturday, Ginny goes to your mom anyway that day she has choirs for her to do.”
Ok sounds like a plan.
Saturday was a day away, but seemed like a hundred getting there.
It was spring and starting to warm so Sally decided what to wear for fighting. She knew this would be spontaneous so she wanted to be ready. She had plenty of torn jeans and scruffy shoes so adding a beat up football jersey was a no brainer. She had an old bra that would give some protection. She learned what to wear from the blogs she read.
Saturday mid morning they dropped off the Ginny to his mother.
Betty, Phil’s mother, saw what Sally was wearing and with a raised eyebrow.
“Going to a fight,” she asked?
Sally stopped in her tracks when she heard that and looked at her mother in law. The looks alone answered the question.
“Good luck,” was all Betty said.
“Thanks.”
When entering their truck she looked at Phil and asked, “Does your mom know anything about this stuff?”
“NO hell no, never.”
“Never found your magazines or videos?”
“No never.”
He started the truck and off they went.
About an hour later the arrived at the place. It was a simple shot and beer saloon. Inside were pool tables, pinball machines, a juke box, tables and the TV going. A few patrons were at the bar drinking and talking.
Phil and Sally got a table and Phil went to get a few bottles. On returning they just took a sip and sat back and waited.
There was another couple in there but they finished their drinks and left. Few of the locals came in, guys, gave them the once over glance and went to the bar for their drinks.
Sally was wondering if this was a good idea but she knew from reading the blog that patience is needed. So patience it will be she said to herself.
They were silent didn’t say anything between them.
Sally was just thinking back at the fights she was in and what happened. Remembering what she did and really upset she never had a finish to any of them. Wondering if she would have won or lost was bothering her, she would have liked to have known. Today she would have that answer, she hoped.
They were just starting their second bottle when another couple came in. Sally noticed the woman was dressed similarly as she was, “dressed for a fight.” A light bulb went off in her head.
She looked the woman over carefully, she looked same age give or take and she was pretty close size wise at Sally. Sally prided herself by keeping fit and this woman looked like she did as well. She gave a glance at Sally as she sat down at a table across the room from them, but quickly looked at the man who she came in with.
The woman was a brunette with shoulder length hair as well, looking about same height. Weight she looked maybe a little heavier but within Sally’s range. Her breasts looked like D’s from where she sat. Sally didn’t care, she looked like a formidable opponent and she wanted a fight.
When her partner came back with their beers she pointed to Sally as he sat down. Sally saw that but didnt react.
She leaned over to Phil, “What you think?”
Phil had been looking at her the minute they walked in.
“Funny she is dressed like you, wondering if they might be looking as well.”
“Thats what ran through my mind too.”
Sally’s nerves were getting excited and her heart started to beat a little faster, could this be happening?
As the other couple settled into their seats the woman would glance over to Sally and then back to her partner leaning over and whispering, just like Sally and Phil were.
They finished their first round and her partner was heading to the bar for their second round. As soon as he returned with their bottles he turned for the mens room.
“Honey go chat with him. You know, invite them over.”
“Ok.” Phil left for the mens room.
Two minutes later he returned the other guy was talking to the other woman and both stood up and came over to join Phil and Sally.
He spoke first, “Hi I’m George this is Brooke, thanks for the invite.”
Phil introduced Sally and himself, and as the men shook hands the women just cordially smiled said, “Pleased to meet you.”
The guys just started talking football and watching the action on the TV.
“So what brings you here today Sally,” Brooke asked?
“Oh Im here to meet someone, they are going to help me with a project im working to complete.”
“Business?”
“Kind of, more involved than that not really business related. What brings you here?”
“Same I have a project that has some requirements that I have to obtain before I move on.”
“Like girl scouts?” Sally giggled.
“Yeah you get your merit badge lol.”
“Mine is a Cat-pin” said Sally looking into Brookes eyes.
Brooke was wide eyed with that reply.
Both husbands stopped talking when Sally mentioned the Cat-pin.
George looked at Phil and asked, “Is she?
“Yes.”
Brooke looked at her George, ”Honey this is it.”
Sally said “Oh no, you too?”
Brooke looked back at her and replied, “Yes.”
Both ladies just looked at each other, Phil said to, George. “Lets let them figure it out, will just do what they need us to do.”
Sally heard that and for the first time in their lives she was in complete control over what will happen next, good or bad, it’s in her hands. She suddenly had the cotton mouth and took a swig from her bottle.
“Ok, I guessed from your clothes there, like mine you wore for a purpose.”
“I was saying to George the same thing. I suspected that you too. That why you sent Phil to talk to him?”
Both Sally and Brooke were chatting like two women who just happened to pick a conversation with each other. Instead of talking where one bought her shoes they were talking something more serious but you couldn’t tell from the tone of their voices.”
“Yes, so how do you want to do this, we aren’t from around here we drove a hour to get here.”
“We did too its slim pickings in this region and this is our first venture both for the pin and finding a fight for the pledging.”
“Me too,” Brooke reached out for Sally’s hand and gave it a friendly squeeze.
Both ladies were smiling at the fact both had something very much in common.
Sally broke their hand squeezing and said, “You know we cant be friends, it won’t work.”
Brooke with a frown, “I know, and we have to do this. I need it, you need it, so how do you want to do it?”
They nervously chuckled.
“Well, the road we came in on is all farm there were a few gas stations and cross roads but nothing significant as far as someplace to fight.” Sally didn’t even think that a when they started out.
George entered the discussion, “There was an abandoned gas station about two miles out. It looked safe since the town limits were a mile from it. Since its Saturday not much traffic passing it either. Looked like there was a few wrecks behind it.
Phil asked, “Ok you said two miles out which way?”
“North, yeah you cant miss it we’ll meet you there.”
Finishing their drinks Brooke and George left.
Sally looked at Phil, “This is it dear.”
She saw his face he was elated.
“Ok lets go,” he said grabbing her hand and exiting.
Getting in the car he made sure everything was ready to go, phone was fully charged and he had backup charger just in case.
She checked herself in the mirror, silly habit, she was going to fight another woman nothing she would need to worry about how she looked.
They spotted the building and pulled in. George was on the side of the building and motioned that they should drive around back. Once he did, Phil saw there were couple of wrecked cars and that George had parked behind them to give them extra cover. You couldn’t really see them from the road but he wasn’t taking any chances.
Phil found a spot turned off the motor and looked at Sally. She was looking at him.
“You ready for this?”
Cotton mouth Sally replied “Yes, lets do it.” She grabbed a sip of water.
Phil got out moved to Sally’s door and opened it for her. As she stood and did a little stretch she looked around she spotted Brooke stretching in the middle of what looked like a small piece of grass patch. Slowly she walked towards Brooke.
Just as she was stepping on the fringe of that grass patch George came walking from the back of the building. He just made sure things ok nothing would surprise them.
Phil said, “Ok ladies Im ready how you going to do this.”
“I guess we are going to have a catfight,” said Brooke, looking at Sally for confirmation?
Sally looked her and then at Phil, “Yes ok we are. Yes a catfight, fine with me.”
She looked in Phil’s eyes and for the first time she showed a little fear. Be it nervousness or what, she was going to battle this fear and this woman at the same time. She caught the same look in Brooke’s eyes as she was looking right at Sally.
“Ok ladies lets stand side by side and give your bio facing me.”
As the two stood side by side Brooke started first.
“Brooke Synder, 35 5’6 150 34D Brunette.”
“Sally Goodwin, 36 5’6 145 36C Auburn.”
“Ladies what are we going to see?”
Sally looked at Brooke and then to the camera, “A catfight.”
“That good with you Brooke?”
“Yes that’s fine with me.”
“Ok ladies step back and face each other.”
Slowly both took a step back and faced each other. Eyes were looking into eyes. It was an awkward silence as the two were now facing their moment of truth. Their pleasantries they shared less than an hour ago, the bonding of sisters seeking the same goal, was no more. The fact that they were about to inflict pain on each other showed. Nerves were now wound so tight they didn’t even hear the count down to begin.
Both heard George say “FIGHT,” but were still in a moment of reflection. Still standing they were breathing hard, nothing more.
Phil shouted out “Slap her Sally.”
Sally heard it and just reacted, it was like a jolt to her, she wasnt in control of her action it just happened. Her slap landed on Brooke’s cheek, without any attempt to defend it.
Brooke reeled from the slap, she felt the pain and it brought her back from her trance she was in with Sally. Placing her hand where she was slapped she felt the heat from it, she knew it was red no need to look in a mirror.
With tears forming in her eyes, she did what came naturally. She didn’t even need to hear George shout “Slap her” a mili second before she landed the palm of her hand square on Sally’s cheek.
The smack and pain knocked Sally down from her cloud fast. Shaking her head from the hit she too felt her cheek on fire.
Both ladies teary eyed were now glaring at each other. The challenge to a duel had been issued.
“Fucking cxnt!” was heard coming from Brookes lips, followed by Sally saying “You cxnt” to her face.
Both lunged out simultaneously for hair and got it.
The fight had started.
They were pulling in earnest. Heads shaking violently back and forth, left and right, with hands firmly grasped in the others hair. Legs shuffled, bumped, kicked out, moving sideways, then going left, then right. They danced in a small circle kicking up dust as they did.
Hair was being pulled back on both heads, they were trying to see eye to eye and straining to do so. Occasionally strands of loose hair drifted to the ground.
Within seconds this dance became ugly.
Squeals were let out with each tug of hair, but for the most part both ladies were quiet. They were absorbing the pain in their scalps as best they could. They needed to, neither one wanted the other to know she was hurting from the pain. Sucking it up they fought on.
Bitch, whore, cocksucker, cxnt, words that Phil and George heard them call each other while they shuffled about.
Their dance now had them bending forward trying to see who could pull the other down by her hair and dominate her. Arms tangled together, they twisted around each other and came side by side, hard, banging hips. Shoving into each other twisting and scratching looking to get them around the others neck.
Sally saw an opening and broke free with one hand and wrapped her arm around Brooke’s neck. She tightened her into a headlock and was now trying to bulldog her to the ground. Pulling hard at Brooke’s neck she was trying to flip over her hip and onto the ground.
Brooke managed to get her arm around Sallys waist and prevent her from being so. She did what came naturally, she punched Sally in the gut with her free arm. She heard Sally grunt, she punched again. Another grunt but at the same time she felt the weakness of the headlock she was in. Ok, one more time she landed it again and success, she was free.
Both ladies were now backing off each other. Brooke rubbing her neck, Sally holding her gut getting her wind back.
They both had scowls on their faces.
Brooke took advantage of Sally’s trying to recover. She moved in quickly and grabbed her hair and forced her head down and into a foreword head lock of her own.
Bent under Brooke she was staring at the ground trying to pull out of her arms that were squeezing her neck. She couldnt stand because Brooke was pushing down with her upper body weight. No way was Sally wanting to go down. She gave up trying to pull Brookes arms from around her neck and reached out and wrapped her arms around Brooke’s thighs. Brooke kept up her pressure around Sally’s neck.
Sally pushed forward backing Brooke up a bit. Brooke dug in with her feet. Sally pushed again and she was gaining some ground. She gave one more push and when she did she lifted Brooke at that same time.
Brooke’s feet were now off the ground and she was being tackled backward. She hit the ground hard, and the air in her lungs forced out from the impact. Sally landing on her gut didn’t help either. Her headlock had broke, and Sally was free of it.
Sally scrambled and got on top of her and their hair pulling began again. While both were pulling the rest of their bodies wrestled for a dominant position. The ground was an obstacle now.
Sally’s thigh was hard pressed into Brooke’s crotch, to which Brooke quickly secured that thigh with her two in a scissor hold. Their breasts mashed into each others. Hands filled with hair. Faces inches apart felt, they heavy breathing and the heat the other. The stalemate allowed a moment for them to catch a much wanted breath.
It was short lived.
Brooke broke the stalemate but initiating a roll to get Sally off her. With a grunt and a heave she rolled both of them to their sides. Still with hands in hair it wasnt easy.
Sally resisted as much as she could but Brooke overpowered her.
Both ladies were now squeezing each other hard hard with their leg scissors.
Brooke pushed to roll Sally under her again and just as she worked to get on top, Sally let the momentum continue to roll them so again they were side by side. One more time she tried it only this time Sally completed the roll by winding up on top.
Again there was another stalemate. They were eye to eye. Each saw the tears of pain and anger. The want to inflict more hurt on the other. Gritting their teeth, this fight was not over.
Slowly Brooke forced another roll and just when Brooke thought she was going to get Sally under her, Sally broke loose with one hand slapped and Brooke in the face.
It caused Brooke to let go some of her hair. Sally slapped her again and Brooke slapped back this time. The stinging brought more tears to their eyes.
With just one hand in each others hair it was enough to let Sally push Brooke back a bit. Brooke slapped again.
There was pause before a brief flurry of slaps between them erupted. The smacking of skin was crisp and loud. They were one handed slaps while the other hands still deep in the others hair pulling. They could not prevent the slaps from hitting and hurting them. Just as quickly as it broke out it stopped.
The sound of sniffing noses and some unpreventable cry of pain and hurt between the ladies was heard by the men.
Simultaneously they released their scissor hold and kicked out letting go of the others hair as they did. They rolled a few steps away from each other in doing so.
They were laying on the ground grabbing air.
Both ladies were beating each other up. Faces were showing it, blood had dried on the corners of their mouths where a swelling of their lips formed. Scratch marks on faces and necks clearly visible. They were sharing the pain, and strangely it was beginning to feel good to them. Never had they felt this way, it was new and they were no way sadistic. They didn’t like the pain but yet something in their bodies was going on.
Sally was slow standing up. As she did she noticed her bra had been pushed up and her breasts were free if it. Swaying as they did in the breeze that was flowing through her now shredded t-shirt. With one quick move she released the clasp and let it drop. Her breasts were already scratched up from their fighting what good would it do her now?
Brooke now standing did the same.
Looking into each others eyes told them there was more to go.
Slowly this time they approached each other, hands out ready for whatever came. As soon as they were within reach the sprung for hair and got it.
Another hair pulling dance began. Same song, same steps. Brooke took the lead this time planting her leg and sweeping the other behind Sally’s bringing both ladies crashing down hard to the ground again.
Sally landed hard with Brooke on top of her and no sooner than they hit, they wrapped themselves into a catball and began swinging fists and slaps along with hard knees, striking any flesh they could. They were blindly lashing out not caring what they were hitting or getting hit with. Their pain and crying didn’t matter, they wanted to hurt the other.
Again after another flurry of fists to the others body and head another kick out occurred. Both were flat on their backs sucking in the air. Neither thought about the other at the moment.
Slowly both ladies got into a sitting position on the ground, still catching their breaths. Just as slow they began to get to their knees and then lift themselves upward to a standing position. There they began shaking out th cobwebs the other placed on them and stretched some of the pain out of their necks and elsewhere.
They put some distance between them.
The fight had gone almost 7 minutes but for them it felt like hours.
Slowly they approached the other crouching at the waists, feigning one way, moving the other, waiting for that blink to spring.
The ladies didn’t wait and again rushed and grabbed each other by the hair and again started pulling. This time around they were breast to breast and face against face pulling dancing around the dirt. Foreheads bumped. Knees lashed out at thighs hoping to strike the other’s pussy, even in missing they were hurting the other.
Occasionally a hand would let go and slap out at the others face, they were weak.
Sally managed trip Brooke to the ground this time, their catball was weaker than the last. Sally knew the end was coming soon.
While in their rolling hands grabbed the others breast and squeeze hard digging in with their trimmed nails into soft flesh. This was a new attack for both and it was taking a faster toll on their endurance.
Their catball slowed to a stop with Sally on top. Both ladies latched onto the others breast with one hand while the other was buried in hair. With Brooke under her Sally started to raise herself up lifting Brooke with her. Just as quickly she slammed her back down hard on the ground. It stunned Brooke and her hold on Sally loosened a bit. Sally repeated the lift and slam. Brooke had the air forced out of her and had totally let go of Sally’ hair. She reached out and wrapped her arms around Sally and pulled close to prevent another lift and slam. Sally leaned into her and put more pressure down on Brooke who was now curled with her back and shoulder pinned to the ground. She tried to push Sally off but wasnt having any luck, all it did was burn up whatever she had left in her.
Sally let go of Brooke’s breast and slapped her face hard. Brooke tried to slap but only managed to hit her arm. Sally sent her fist straight into Brooke’s breast, and felt the punch hit her rib.
Brooke tried again and her slap to Sally’s face was weak, that punch hurt her.
Sally punched again and again only Brooke’s rib prevented it going further.
Brooke was desperate now and did what only she could and with her hand she firmly went for Sally’s face with her clawed hand. She managed to take hold but did not scratch. Sally did her best to keep her eyes out of reach, and while doing so sent another fist flying, this time it connected with Brooke’s cheek.
Sally knew it hurt because Brookes claw tightened.
Sally sent another fist down and this one connected with Brooke’s mouth which again started bleeding from the busted lip she received. But now Sally made her own claw and attached it to Brooke’s face.
Both ladies didn’t dig they just held the others face with in their claw hold.
Breasts were now visibly showing bloody rows of where nails dug into them. Faces were puffy from the swelling from fists and slaps.
Both were now dragging as far as what ever they had left in them was burning out fast.
They had fought hard and dirty up to this point, both sensed the fight was coming to a close.
Sally took her claw off Brooke’s face.
Sally forced Brooke’s legs apart and in doing so planted her knee hard into her crotch. It just missed her pussy and clit but it did hurt. Sally did it again and it was enough to stun Brooke to where she released her claw on Sally’s face and her hair to cover her pubis from further attack.
Sally quickly straddled her catching both arms as she sat down hard on them.
Brooke could not buck her off and Sally knew it. She sat firmly on Brooke’s breasts, and started bouncing hard on them.
Brooke managed to wiggle out one arm only to have it grabbed and pinned under Sally’s knee. The other arm tried as well but it too was pinned.
Looking down on Brooke from her now schoolgirl pin Sally saw for the first time what she did to her. She saw the marks and bruises but what got her was the tears she saw coming out of Brooke’s eyes. She was looking straight into the eyes of a defeated woman.
George asked “Are you done?”
She looked at Brooke, “I think we are.”
Brooke was silent. She saw the tears coming out of Sally’s eyes too.
With a sigh Brooke caughed out, “I give.”
The fight was over.
Slowly with some pain, Sally started to rise up from her. As she stood up backing off a few feet she began to cry out loud. Brooke was crying as well still flat on her back.
Both Phil and George stood still and did not utter a word.
Phil stopped recording the fight.
After a few minutes, the crying began to fade.
Brooke slowly began to sit upright on the ground, feeling her face, touching where she was tasting bits of her blood and looking on her finger to confirm there was some. Sally was doing the same.
Both ladies were topless with breasts heaving with each breath they took. Sweat had caused the dust to collect and cake on their bodies and faces. Clumps of hair were scattered on the ground.
Sally moved to where Brooke was sitting up and offered her hand to help her up. Brooke accepted it and once standing she hugged Brooke hard. Brooke wrapped her arms around Sally and accepted it giving her a hard hug as well. They felt the sweat on each others breasts as they came into contact and slide together. Feeling sting from their sweat as it flowing into their claw marks was bearable, it was that bittersweet feeling they had felt during their fight.
“You were tough,” Sally whispered into Brooke’s ear.
“Thanks,” she replied with a sniffle. “You were very tough as well.”
Sally broke the hug and looked deep into Brooke’s eye, “We both knew there would be only one winner. But look, we fought and thats what counts. We are one step closer to that pin.”
“As much as I hurt and how nasty we got, I want more, I want that pin.” as Brooke said looking into Sally’s eyes.
Sally felt a twinge when she said that, “I do too. I want to fight and earn that pin just as bad.”
“We’ll get it,” Brooke agreed.
“We’re in it together, thick or thin, not looking back only forward.”
“Oh, I think this is yours now” Brooke handing her tattered bra to Sally.
Sally accepted it with a quiet thanks.
Brooke hugged her hard when she heard that, “Don’t feel sorry you won, you did. I lost fair and square.”
Just as they broke their hug the husbands were right behind them and soon hugged their wives for a tremendous endeavor.
Phil kissed Sally hard, she was in pain but the hardness she felt pressing into her below her stomach made it bearable. Brooke was feeling it too with her George.
The ladies were shaking off the effects of their fight, dusting off what dirt and grit was on them. Not talking to each other while doing so, their husbands were chatting.
Before they parted both ladies hugged once more. There was a bonding between the two and they felt it. They parted and were looking in each others eyes. The message was silent but both heard it loud and clear. They broke their hug and turned and walked to their husbands.
Before they parted, Sally still looking eye to eye with Brooke, “Congratulations again on your first fight,” she complimented her.
Brooke was still down about her lost but that made it a little better, she smiled “Thank you and congratulations to you too, I know the win feels good but you’re right it’s the fight that counts.”
“We are sisters now.”
They hugged one more time before getting in their trucks and driving off in opposite directions.
You were great honey, Phil complimented her again.
The adrenalin was fading and the pain was settling in on her, she smiled, “Thank you for not interfering honey, I know it was tempting.”
“Oh no I wouldn’t have. I did like you told me stay out of it win or lose. You were terrific, you have fulfilled my wish and dreams by doing so. I love you Sally.”
Sally felt a rush of emotion sweep over her when he said that. She did something on her own that someone deeply appreciated it. She smiled.
When they arrived at his mom’s to pick up Ginny she realized she had a the marks on her face. She quickly pulled some cover up makeup out and did the best she could so as not to raise suspicion.
As Ginny rushed by to the truck her mother in law looked a little closer. She saw the dirt on her clothes. the quick repair on the face and noticed her son was in an excited state.
“How did you do, did you win?”
Looking in her eyes, “Yes I won.”
“Good for you dear, I’m glad you did. My Phil picked the right girl for sure.”
“I picked him Betty.”
“Oh you’re right, sorry Sally. You better get home I think he has a special reward waiting for you.”
Sally smiled, “After I soak a bit.”
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