Sarah and Emma Part 3 and conclusion: The battle of the parking garage
By The Masked Writer
Emma’s car was parked in the shadowy, lower level of the parking garage. At that time, there was never anybody there. As Sarah walked toward her, footsteps echoing off the concrete walls, her resolve hardened. Emma, earing her steps, glanced up, a flash of recognition crossing her face. She raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised to see Sarah there so late.
“What are you doing down here, Sarah? Lost?” Emma said with a smirk
“Not at all,” Sarah replied, her voice steady, her gaze fixed on Emma. “Just thought we had some unfinished business.”
Emma’s smirk deepened, but Sarah could see the curiosity in her eyes. “You’re not serious,” she said, half-laughing as she set her bag down on the hood of her car.
Sarah took a step closer, planting her feet with the confidence she had gained through months of training. “You humiliated me. And I think it is about time I settle the score.”
Emma’s smile faded as she straightened, sizing Sarah up. She stepped forward, her eyes darkening. “So, you want a rematch?” she said, her voice low, almost amused.
“No,” Sarah replied, shaking her head slowly. “This time, I want to win.”
Emma studied her, the smirk slowly disappearing from her face as she took in Sarah’s stance, her clenched fists, the quiet fire in her gaze. But her old arrogance took over and she laughed.
Sarah did not bother answering Emma’s laugh. In the dimly lit parking garage, she felt her pulse quicken as she prepared for what she had imagined a hundred times since their fight in the elevator. She wanted nothing holding her back. With a steady breath, she slipped off her watch and earrings, setting them carefully inside her handbag, which she put on the floor. Then, keeping her eyes locked on Emma, she took off her shoes, feeling the cool concrete beneath her feet. Finally, she unclasped her blouse and skirt, leaving her in only her pantyhose and bra, her lean figure on full display, a testament to the months of training she had endured.
Emma watched, one brow arching with an amused smirk that only fueled Sarah’s resolve. Chuckling softly, she dropped her own handbag onto the hood of her car and quickly removed her heels, blouse, and pants, leaving her in a black sports bra and shorts. Her well-toned physique, every muscle defined, hinted at hours in the gym, the kind of strength that made her confidence almost palpable. She flexed her shoulders, rolling her neck with a lazy grin.
“So, this is how it’s going to be,” Emma said, a hint of thrill in her voice. She squared her stance, sizing Sarah up with a glint of anticipation. “I’ll admit, I didn’t think you’d go this far.”
Having never seen Sarah without clothes before, she had no idea of the change in her physique.
Sarah held her ground, her breath steady. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” she replied, setting her stance as well, her arms rising defensively. She could feel every lesson, every bruising day of training settle into her core.
They circled each other slowly, neither breaking eye contact, both poised, tense, and ready.
As Sarah squared off against Emma in the shadowy confines of the parking garage, the tension in the air felt almost electric. She took a deep breath, steadying herself for this moment she had waited for so long. Emma was ready too and both women lunged at each other simultaneously. Sarah, fueled by a mix of adrenaline and determination, surprised Emma with her newfound quickness, strength agility as well as her aggressivity.
Sarah darted in, delivering a quick jab to Emma’s midsection which produced satisfying thud, followed by a swift uppercut. Emma stumbled back against the cold metal of the nearby car, momentarily caught off guard. Sarah pressed her advantage and throwed a series of punches to Emma’s side and ribs. The anger of past humiliations coursed through her, giving her strength. Each hit felt like a small victory, every moan from Emma a step away from the helplessness she had once felt.
But Emma quickly regained her footing, eyes narrowing with a determination fueled by anger at being caught off guard by Sarah. With a fierce snarl, she retaliated, swinging a powerful fist that caught Sarah on the shoulder, sending a shockwave of pain through her arm. Sarah winced, momentarily disoriented, and Emma charged forward. She seized the initiative, overwhelming Sarah with a flurry of controlled strikes. Sarah backed off.
Doubt began to creep in Sarah’s mind. She could feel the sweat pooling on her brow, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Emma’s blows landed with precision. The stark cement floor seemed to close in around her, and she felt the weight of exhaustion, the reality of their brutal contest sinking in. Emma’s strength was indeed superior and briefly, Sarah questioned whether she had not kissed more than she could hug. Maybe Emma was too strong for her.
But then, a flicker of resolve sparked in Sarah’s chest. She remembered the countless hours spent training, the bruises, and the moments of doubt through which she had fought. She ducked beneath another of Emma’s strikes, feeling the rush of air as it passed over her. In one fluid motion, she pivoted and landed a knee strike to Emma’s plexus. The impact was immediate and stunning, a shock of pain flashing across Emma’s face as she doubled over, gasping for breath. Now Sarah knew she had her. All her doubts evaporated.
Seizing the moment, she transitioned seamlessly into a judo move, wrapping her arms around Emma’s neck and pulling her into a chokehold. As she squeezed, a mix of power and exhaustion coursed through Sarah. Emma thrashed against her, panicking she clawed at Sarah’s arms, but it was futile. Her strength, which had once seemed insurmountable, began to wane. Sarah squeezed tighter.
Emma’s frantic became aimless, and then movements slowed, all energy leaving her body as she succumbed to the chokehold. Sarah held on for a moment longer, her own breath ragged, tears of exertion threatening to spill as the adrenaline coursed through her. Finally, Emma’s body went limp, and Sarah released her grip, allowing her defeated opponent to slump against the cold cement floor.
Panting heavily, Sarah stepped back, her heart racing as the reality of what she had done fell on her. The parking lot felt eerily quiet now, the world around as she processed the fight in her mind. She felt the anger, the pain, the exhaustion, going away as the undeniable triumph surged through her. She had fought back, she had won. The victory was hers, and with it came a deep sense of satisfaction, a relief from months of grudges and self deprecation.
She took a moment to contemplate the limp body of Emma, powerless now, vulnerable, lying on the cold cement floor, face down.
Exhausted but happy, she raised her head and glanced at the ceiling, as if she expected a sign from heaven. Suddenly, her blood froze. A camera. A surveillance camera, on a pilar, close to the ceiling, had her one-eyed lens pointed towards her.
She had forgot about the surveillance cameras in the parking lot. She knew a security agent was watching the TV screen day and night.
But then she wondered why the police was not already here.
Maybe the agent was asleep? Unlikely, it was not that late. Or he was… enjoying the show? That thought made a smile appear on Sarah’s lips.
- “Ok, officer. Enjoy!”
Then she slowly leaned over Emma, lying on the ground, just beginning to regain consciousness. Deliberately, she grabbed Emma’s bra and pulled it over her head, then turned Emma on her back, leaving her perfect breast exposed. She then grabbed Emma shorts and pulled it down her legs, then did the same with her panties, leaving her naked, lying on her back. Before Emma could completely wake up, Sarah grabbed her own clothes, then Emma’s and walked away with it to her own car, leaving her defeated and naked on the cold cement floor, in plain sight of the camera.
While driving, she laughed all the way to her apartment.
The End
