THE GYMNASTS- CHAPTER 4
The evolution of the relationship between Lori and Piper was something the women gave a great deal of thought. They were never friends but at least they started out friendly. However, as the number of fights between them increased even that friendliness was disappearing. And the fact that Tom was now dating Piper only added to the conflict. They were rivals now, intent on hurting each other in their fights. They still maintained a level of respect for each other for no other reason than the fighting abilities each possessed. Their fights were not over, and they would only grow in intensity each time they fought.
No longer were they fighting for fun and the excitement of competition, but to hurt one another and prove who was the better woman.
When the adversaries met in the dead of night in the empty Wal-Mart parking lot, Piper refused to get into Lori’s car. She beckoned Lori to talk on the pavement. Maybe they would come to blows right there? Piper didn’t want that, but was ready for it nonetheless.
“Well you asked for this meeting, Lori. What’s on your mind?” Piper’s hands were shaking with nervousness and she hid them by stuffing them into her pockets.
“First things first Piper. I was hoping we can put the thing at The Burger King behind us and go from there.”
“OK. It’s forgotten,” lied Piper. “What else?”
“Have you told Tom about our ‘meetings’?”
“No. We both agreed to keep the fights between us private and not tell the guys. I’ve kept to that agreement.”
Lori paused before she continued. She wanted to chose her words carefully, because what she would say next would be important. “When we first started meeting I never hated you, Piper. But that has changed. I don’t want to fight you again. I need to. Will you agree to another fight?”
“Of course. I beat you good last time and I can do it again if you want. If you hate me, don’t worry. it’s mutual. Wanna go right now, right here?”
“No. This is not the time and place. When I kick your blonde ass I want it to happen somewhere we will not be disturbed.”
“Fine by me. Since you are fond of slapping, we might as well include that. And how ‘bout punching anywhere below the neck?”
“Sounds good to me, Piper. And I’ve got something else to add.”
“What’s that,” asked Piper.
A one word answer. “Knees.”
“It’s your funeral, Lori. You want knees in play, I’ll be happy to hurt you that way too. I do so like making you cry. Text me the date and I’ll be there.”
Piper turned and headed for her car. Lori did the same. Both women were angry.
Ten days later the text to Piper arrived. It was short. “Friday at 7PM, at The Cabin.”
Piper’s response, “I’ll be there.”
The days leading up to the fight were hard on both women. It was really all they could think about. They were both in a perpetual bad mood. Tom sensed something was up and quizzed Piper as to why she seemed so out of sorts. Piper played dumb and she made some lame excuse to avoid further questioning. After she beat Lori she would tell Tom all about it. He would be so proud of her.
Friday could not come soon enough and when it did both women felt a sense of relief that they would finally get to release the pent up nervousness and fight their rival. They were both looking forward to it with fear and excitement.
When the fighters arrived at The Cabin they did not speak to each other. They knew exactly how the furniture had to be moved from their previous matches and they worked together in tandem to do that, but never uttered a word to each other,
They went to opposite sides of the room and stripped. No modesty on Lori’s part this time. She was topless in quick order. Yellow boy shorts for this fight. Piper wore black. Piper had done up her hair into a tight bun like last time, but Lori just had a pony tail so the blonde undid her bun and let her hair flow loose to her shoulders. When Lori saw that, she removed the scrunchy from her pony tail and let her own dark hair tumble to her shoulders. What’s fair is fair, after all.
Now the two topless women stretched. And when gymnasts stretch it is a remarkable sight. Both bent and contorted their bodies in amazing ways. It was almost as if the stretching was a competition in itself. And with both having the flexibility to literally bring their legs above and behind their head, this contest was ruled a draw.
They had still not spoken.
A catfight between two fit and athletic women intent on hurting one another is a horrible and wondrous thing. Two women. Alone. Wanting to fight. Wanting to win and break their opponent. They tried to seem cool and detached about it, but they failed. And the tension of the duel and what they were about to do to each other almost took their breath away.
The two tiny fighters finished their stretching and stood and faced each other; an awesome sight. They did not speak, they only nodded and as they began to circle it was clear the fight was on.
Lori rushed forward and immediately grabbed both of Piper’s tits. She had never touched the blonde’s tits in the last fight and wanted to rectify that as quickly as possible. Piper simply walloped the brunette across the face with a slap breaking the hold, which hadn’t hurt her a bit. Lori had expected that, but she wanted to show Piper early on that she was serious about this being a catfight. They immediately came to grips with one another, one hand each in the hair.
As they struggled and lurched around the room both were intent on using their free hand to slap the face of the other. Sometimes the slaps landed. Mostly they missed or were blocked. Piper wasn’t careful with her balance while trying to slap and Lori used her handful of the blonde’s hair to yank her back and down to the floor with her on top. They wrestled frantically.
Lori crawled forward on Piper and momentarily had her in a school girl pin. But school girl pins were almost totally ineffective when these women fought. Because of their flexibility the pin was almost always quickly reversed by the women underneath, throwing her legs up and around the girl on top, immediately toppling her off. And that’s what happened to Lori.
Still wrestling on the ground, Piper got Lori in a side head lock and put as much pressure as possible into the hold while deliberating what to do next. Lori fought back but her face was practically engulfed by one of the blonde’s tits. She grabbed a handful of Piper’s hair and pulled her head back sharply, trying to break the hold.
It was then that the first words were spoken by either of the rivals. Piper said, “A little hair pulling isn’t gonna bother me hun.”
Lori did not reply because her mouth was covered by Piper’s tit. She released the hair and started slapping Piper’s back, but that too had little effect. At last she managed to turn the tide a bit by using her remarkable strength to roll Piper over the top of her So at least she was partially on top even though the blonde still had her in a head lock. She squirmed and struggled, Piper’s hold weakened and was finally broken. Lori now was totally on top with Piper face down. The brunette straddled her adversary, and grabbed her hair again, bending her back so far that Piper’s tits literally came off the ground. Lori started to rhythmically slap Piper’s face with her free hand and it was too much for the blonde.
“I give.” Lori 1-0.
Lori released Piper’s hair and the blonde went thudding face down on the mat.
“That was fun,” said Lori sarcastically.
Piper didn’t take a very long break between falls. She was intent on revenge now. The women attacked and went down, wrestling and grabbing at hair and flesh. They mostly resembled a jar of eels, spinning, twisting and somersaulting around. No position was held for very long because they both had the flexibility and strength to escape trouble. At one point it appeared that both women had the other in a head scissor creating a sort of “69” position. They rolled over several times, grasping at thighs and hamstrings trying to break the hold. It did appear that Piper had her scissors better locked in and she eventually slipped out of the hold that Lori had on her.
Piper was now in control, and she quickly rotated up and on top of Lori so that she had the advantage of being in a reverse facesit position. Lori’s head was turned to the side as her head was being crushed between the floor and Piper’s delicious ass. Lori tried throwing her legs up, around and sideways trying to get out from under the blonde. But Piper was avoiding the legs flying around her and while also trapping Lori’s arms under her own legs.
Piper had this reverse facesit locked in, and no amount of thrashing from Lori was dislodging her. She then calmly reached down and grabbed the two tits of her rival that were right in front of her and began to crush them with her bare hands. The pain was incredible. Lori desperately tried to knee Piper in the face, but in her position she could see nothing and the blonde easily evaded the knees all the while strangling Lori’s breasts.
It was too much for Lori. From down below a muffled cry was heard, “I give.” 1-1. Piper got off and Lori rolled on to her side cradling her damaged tits.
They took a longer break between falls this time. Things were getting quite serious. They sat quietly, sipping water, lost in thoughts of how they wanted to fight the next fall. Then apropos of absolutely nothing Lori said, “You are a bitch.”
Piper took the insult in stride, “Fuck you Lori, get up and fight.”
They came out punching!
It remained unclear why these two women wanted to up the level of violence each time they fought. Was it the rivalry? The distaste they had for each other? Or was it some sort of fighting addiction that the two needed to increase the dosage to get high. It was interesting that they both spurned face punching. Why not include that and really beat the shit out of each other? Was it because that was not the way women fought? Or maybe they just were so proud of their million dollar smiles, that they did not want to risk it.
Neither was very adept at punching, but they gave it their all, and had no qualms about trying to land shots to the tits. But they were more pushes than punches. Lori did land one hard punch to Piper’s sternum, and it backed the blonde up a step or two. Lori sensed it was her advantage and she pounced on Piper. They wrestled to the floor and it was obvious that the brunette was getting the best of things. Piper found herself face down again with a scissors wrapped hard around her waist. Lori coupled the scissors with a hard pull of blonde hair, bending Piper’s neck at an awkward angle.
“I got you now bitch. Better give up.”
Piper struggled, but it was futile. “I give.” 2-1, Lori.
Lori thought that the fight was going her way, and she had a definite strategy for the next, and what she hoped would be the final round.
As they came together once again, Lori passed on punching and instead grappled in close. As they struggled standing up, Lori waited patiently for the opening she wanted. Piper was intent on pulling hair and to maintain her balance she spread her legs out a bit. Lori was ready. A devastating knee to the pussy rocked the blonde. Lori wasn’t happy with just one knee, she landed two more in quick succession. The pain shot through the blonde from pelvis to the top of her head. Her knees buckled and she started to go down, but she only got as far as dropping to her knees, because Lori was keeping her upright with a hand full of blonde hair.
Standing above Piper, Lori now wound up with her free hand and landed a tremendous slap to the face of her rival who had her hands covering her damaged crotch. And then another. And another. It was simply the most brutal sequence their fights had yet seen. Tears welled up in the blonde’s eyes. She started to cry.
The brunette let go of Piper who crumpled to the floor, laying on her side. She was a beaten woman.
Lori straddled Piper and pulled her arm back, ready to strike again. “You want more?” She asked. “Or are you done?”
The blonde sobbed, “I give.” The fight was over.
Lori rose in triumph leaving the defeated woman crying on the floor.
As she pulled on her sweats she told Piper, “Make sure you lock up when you leave.” And then she added, “Also make sure you tell Tom how your day went today.”
And she was gone.
As the jubilant brunette drove home she considered her future with Piper. She knew that this would not be her last fight with the bitch. Piper was too much of an athlete, too much of a competitor to leave things at 3-3 with her having lost the last fight. Lori knew she would get the call, she just didn’t know when.
It was not a call, but a short text from Piper that came about a month later. It read: “I want another. Nude this time. Pussies in play. How bout it, bitch?”
Lori wasted no time in responding: “If you want to get wrecked again, I’ll do the honors. Beating you gives me such pleasure. But I want Tom there to see you get fucked up. In fact, why don’t we have it at his place?”
Final Chapter on Saturday
