The club was big for what it was, but it was designed to give people privacy when they wanted it. It was a converted warehouse, very exclusive and very unique. It was a swingers club, a nude voyeur club and a fetish club all rolled into one. There were small rooms and alcoves and other semi-private areas scattered about the massive building which was dimly lit with techno music pounding through massive speakers. The clientele were high end--the cover charge was 300 dollars per person, 500 dollars per couple, no exceptions. The bars were on the periphery and the rooms and alcoves on the inner ring, all of which surrounded what could best be thought of as a three ring circus. In the center ring was a dance floor, on one side ring was a stripper pole and elevated stage and on the other side was a 10 foot diameter circular cage with bleacher seats around it.
The cage was the focus of Dominique and Carl's attention. It had been since the couple had started coming to the club almost 6 months ago. Dominique was a busty, confident, stunning woman who exuded the confidence of the attractive woman she was. She was athletic but not muscular and she was sexually wild. She loved to fuck and loved to fuck other men and women. For some reason, the women "fighting" in the cage had turned her on in a way that got her savagely horny. Eventually, Carl had suggested that she might want to compete, but most of the women competing were exotic dancers employed by the club for the entertainment of the guests. Every month though, there was "amateur hour" as the club liked to call it, and tonight at 1 am, those fights would start. Dominique told Carl that if the right person was in the ring, she might do it.
Carl was rock hard thinking about his wife fighting another woman with her tits and maybe her pussy. These fights were usually tits only though.
As Dominique and Carl sat in the stands to watch the beginning of amateur hour, a young and perky blonde entered the arena and strutted about talking trash to the audience. She wanted to take on "any bitch who thought she could match her weapons of mass destruction" as she taunted the crowd. She was clearly drunk or high. She was hot, but not the type of opponent Dominique was looking for. As she shook her big tits, a redhead entered the cage. They began to taunt each other and one of the "refs" from the club entered. She gave each of the "fighters" a pair of really high heels that made them a little unsteady on their feet and explained the rules to them. Dominique and Carl had a thing for the redhead, and they had hooked up with her on one of their previous visits to the club and liked her a lot so they were rooting for her.
The fight began and the two women began smashing their tits together. It quickly became clear that two women did not like each other and it also became obvious that the blonde was brutally battering the redhead, whose name was Miranda. Miranda was getting frustrated as the blonde, named Tasha, beat her around the ring. As the bell to end the second round rung, Tasha took an opportunity to get in an extra shot on Miranda and the redhead snapped. A wild, naked catfight broke out between the two women. Before the refs could get into the cage, the two women had dug their claws into one another's tits and were rolling around on the floor, with the blonde getting the better of the redhead before it was broken up.
After the dust settled, another challenger entered the ring. She was a stunning brunette named Sara and Dominique looked at Carl and said, "She's the one." and made her way to the entrance of the cage....
