JUST ONCE- CHAPTER 3- MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL
On Thursday, the women did not see each other at work the entire day. There was one text from Emma to Ashley. It was short, “We are on for 10PM Friday.” Included was the address of “Triple A Gymnastics and Dance.” Thursday night was fairly sleepless for both. And work on Friday was a torturous slog. Finally 5PM arrived and they could leave work and head home for a bit of rest before the fight. For the second straight day they did not see each other during work hours, but as they were headed to the parking lot they spotted each other from a distance. They each gave an unfriendly nod to the other.
Ashley pulled into the parking lot at “Triple A” promptly at 10PM. There was only one other car there and Emma was leaning against it. The blonde turned and headed to the door with Ashley behind her. They did not speak. Emma had a key and the code to turn off the burglar alarm. The main room, large and packed with all sorts of gymnastic equipment was dark, but Emma knew the way and Ashley followed close behind. Emma reached the back of the gymnastics room and slid open a door to what was called ‘The Dance Room,” even though it was seldom used for “dance” and mostly for floor exercise.
Emma flicked the lights on and revealed a room about half the size of the main room, almost entirely covered with a mammoth exercise mat, similar to a High School wrestling mat, but lacking any markings. Ashley was not surprised to see that one entire wall of the room was covered with floor to ceiling mirrors, as is the case with most dance studios.
The women had arrived dressed in what they assumed they would be fighting in. Sneakers, gym shorts, t-shirt and bra. Without saying anything they began stretching. At this point Emma said the first words uttered between the two women, “Should we lose the sneakers?”
“Yes, I prefer barefoot.” Off with the sneakers.
They didn’t really have to do anything special with their hair, as both wore it relatively short, down to, but not past their chins. It wouldn’t get in the way, but would be long enough to grab…..if necessary.
As they continued stretching Ashley said, “Remember no punching the face, no biting, no choking.” Emma nodded. Both women carefully removed their necklaces and placed them to the side so that the winner could collect them once the fight was over.
With the stretching about done the women stood and faced one another, standing about 12 feet apart.
“Are you ready Ashley?” asked Emma.
“Not yet,” said the brunette. And then she did something completely unexpected. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, unhooked her bra and tossed them to the side. Now topless, she placed her hands on her hips and glared at her rival.
Emma swallowed hard. This, she did not expect. She quickly weighed her options. She could protest and decline to fight bare chested (it had never been mentioned) or accept this silent challenge. She took a moment. Ashley’s tits were quite magnificent, but she was proud of her “babies” too, and wasn’t about to give the other woman the advantage and back down from this obvious dare.
Without saying a word, Emma calmly removed her t-shirt and bra. Ashley watched closely, saw Emma’s proud tits, and thought to herself “the guys are right, she does have an outstanding set, fucking bitch.”
And then the blonde raised the stakes by slipping off her shorts. Now, it was her turn to stand with hands on hips, completely naked except for jet black panties.
Ashley did not hesitate for one second before removing her own shorts. Now all she had on were red panties. For some unknown reason both women glanced toward the wall of mirrors, and saw their reflection. It was quite awe-inspiring. Two fit, near naked women ready to do battle. Each thought, “Is that really me in the mirror? Are we really doing this?”
“Ready?”
“Come on.”
Ashley thought she might vomit. Emma could not keep her hands from shaking. Were they really going to go through with this? Remarkably, their nudity didn’t concern them as much as the danger of the fight.
The fighters began to circle. And circle. And circle. They truly couldn’t be blamed for being so tentative. This was uncharted waters for both. Occasionally one woman would move forward and ineffective slaps would be exchanged. Finally Ashley closed the distance and grabbed a handful of the blonde’s hair, and Emma did the same. They were in close now, straining while wrestling standing up. Emma landed two solid punches to Ashley’s midsection causing the brunette to back away for just a second before she reengaged and landed a couple of shots of her own.
Then Emma got a good hold around Ashley’s neck and tripped her so that they crashed onto the mat. A mad scramble ensued, each fighter trying to gain top position. By sheer luck Emma found Ashley’s head between her legs and she locked on a head scissor around the brunette’s neck. And she squeezed with all her might. The pain was tremendous.
“I give,” screamed Ashley.
Emma released the hold and stood over Ashley who was flat on the mat, rubbing her neck. “Yes!” she exclaimed. They had hardly broken a sweat.
Emma had won, and she could have declared victory and collected the necklaces, but her adrenaline was flowing. She was feeling powerful and she had enjoyed hurting Ashley and didn’t want it to be over. “Want another round, bitch?”
Ashley had now risen to her feet, rotating her neck to ease the remaining pain. “Yes! You just got lucky. Come and fight.”
The tentativeness of the first fall was a thing of the past and in an instant they rushed together to resume the fight. Ashley landed two hard slaps to Emma’s face and then quickly wrestled her down to the mat. It became a slow motion grinding fight and they were so close together that it appeared to be one person with four arms and four legs. It was hard to tell who had the advantage as intertwined they slowly rolled roll over, one girl on top, then the other.
Suddenly Ashley let out a scream of pain. Emma who at the time was on the bottom had sneaked her hand between their bodies and latched onto Ashley’s left tit. She squeezed. Hard. Ashley felt the pain. The brunette reared back a bit and landed a hard slap to Emma’s cheek. It got the blonde to release the hold. “You fucking bitch. Is that what you want?”
“It’s a fucking fight,” responded Emma. “Can’t you take it?”
Ashley felt anger and the desire for payback. Adrenaline flowed, and with it a surge of power. She wrapped an arm around Emma’s neck and maneuvered herself so that she had the blonde’s back. Emma was now on her stomach with Ashley above her. The brunette straddled her foe and grabbed a handful of the blonde’s hair. She leaned back and pulled hard, bending Emma upwards so that even her tits were off the mat. She took her other hand, released Emma’s neck and sunk it into the ample tit flesh of her rival. Emma screamed in pain.
It was at this point that both women looked forward and saw the tableau of their catfight reflected in the mirror in front of them. It was an awesome sight. Two women in mortal combat; one having her way and the other in pain and misery. It thrilled the brunette. It embarrassed the blonde.
“I give,” moaned Emma. Ashley released her holds and Emma’s face fell forward, slapping the mat. Ashley, now the victorious one, rose and went to the edge of the mat for a drink of bottled water. She took a long swig and returned the cap on the bottle and forgetting the animosity for a second, rolled it over to her still supine rival.
“C’mon bitch. Get up. We need one more fall, don’t we? Unless you are just ready to concede the necklaces to me and save yourself more agony. I’m better at this than you!”
“Fuck you,” came the reply. Emma had rolled over and now was sitting up, taking her own drink from the shared bottle. She cradled her wounded tit. There was a spot of blood on it. “This isn’t over. One more to decide it” They weren’t truly tired, but they were breathing heavily. Neither had any thought of quitting now. They had become true catfighters.
After a few minutes rest, the women were on their feet facing one another again, for the final fall.
