14 After the Ball
“Hello Brendon…hey Rowena!” I lent forward to kiss my friend's girl's cheek. “I haven't seen you two since you won that race together. Well done! It couldn't happen to a nicer couple.” I shook Brendon's hand and clasped his shoulder. I meant what I said - the merchant banker and the accountant really were a delightful couple. I'd known them both since college, where they met. Rowena had a job with one of the major firms and Brendon was an associate with a quality firm at the Merc. He had his own portfolio of clients – mostly farming businesses – trading in futures.
They were still the same quiet, rather shy, almost diffident couple I'd known back in college. They seemed so much in love. They did so much together – including sailing. They were much better sailors than I was. They raced, and raced well. It was the first time I'd seen them since they won a major.
“Thanks Pete, it was hard work but a lot of fun too.” Brendon was gracious. “You should race too. You’re good enough.”
"No, it’s not for us,” Kelly answered on my behalf as she slipped her arm through mine. “Ever since I've known Pete, I've enjoyed sailing, but the competition is a bit serious. It takes the fun out of it.”
Rowena coughed. “Erghm…you mean to say, Kelly, that there is actually one thing you don't like competing in?” There was a mildly mischievous glint in her eyes – she was teasing. “You are the limit, Darling! You’re the most competitive person I’ve ever met!” She said it with a disarming smile. She could say things to Kelly that I'd never dream of saying and Kelly would just smile back good-humored or, in this case, join in the general laughter. Of course it was true, Kelly was super competitive. She had to be the best at everything she did – and she was. That was the reason she wasn't sailing competitively yet.
"Peter used to race till he met you." Brendon went on. "You beat me more than once."
"Yes but I don't have as much time as I once did. No its not just Kelly either, its work, its training the younsters- I decided it was time to put something back into the club, to pass on my love of sailing. And Kelly is helping me at that too."
Rowena warmly, “Yes you're both doing well.Anyway, I'm glad you're here tonight. I didn't expect to see you. You don't usually come to the club dinner dances.”
“It was Kelly's idea,” I replied truthfully. I'd never come to one before tonight.
"Most things are, with you two,” Rowena said. Her simple charm worked on me just as well as it worked on Kelly. She could say things to me that, coming from anyone else, would just enrage me. But she – and Brendon in his quieter, rather staid way – were just such nice people that I knew nothing they said was ever meant as more than gentle teasing. Even then, it was generally aimed at reinforcing our 'coupledom'.
“Hey, sailing was my idea!” I smiled. “Kelly never sailed before she met me.” It was true. Sailing was something I'd introduced her to. Not everything was Kelly's idea. “Let me go get some drinks.”
“I'll come too, hon.” Kelly squeezed my arm and we walked off together. “They’re sweet,” she murmured. “Maybe just a bit too sweet.” Then she gripped my arm hard and I heard her sharp intake of breath – almost a hiss. I looked where she was looking, and the look on my face must have betrayed my confusion. Kelly said, “Yes, that's Alan Lobsey and Fiona Burke.”
“But they don't sail. I've never seen them here.”
“Precisely!”
“Kelly, forgive me for being dumb but I don't understand where you’re going with this.”
“They’re phonies,” She declared. “Not even wannabees – wannabes actually want to be something. Phonies pretend but that’s all it is.” Her face tightened. “I can’t stand people like that. They're not here because they like sailing, but because they want to be seen with people who like sailing. They think sailing club people are the 'right sort' to be seen with – well heeled, well connected – so here they are. They’re snobs – among other things. You watch – they’ll especially want to be seen with Brendon and Rowena. They’ll know that Brendon and Rowena won the race – it’s printed on the menus so they’ll want to be seen hanging out with the winners. Phonies.” She almost spat the word out.
I turned to her, lent forward and whispered, “It sounds like you don’t think much of Fiona or Lobsey. Not that I blame you – you’re worth ten of them.” I smiled at my own sudden flash of inspiration, and continued, “But in their stead thy name and glory cling
To all high places like a golden cloud forever.”
I felt the warmth of Kelly's blush, an instant before she let out a peal of joyous laughter. She turned to face me and kissed me deeply on the mouth. “Tennyson, darling! How sweet of you!” Then she pouted, though playfully. “But you could have chosen something a bit racier to quote from than ‘The Passing of Arthur’. I’ve got a lot of living yet to do, hon.”
After a brief reflective pause, she added, “No, I don’t think much of them, but it's a lot more about him than her. He's always been fake. Even having Fiona on his arm tonight is part of his pretence. He doesn't have it in him to love anyone but himself. There’s a long history. Lobsey’s a bully. He loves beating up women. He loves intimidating people. He even tried to cheat his neighbour, an old retired doctor, out of some land.
“Fiona’s into fighting - at least she’s real in that respect. A friend told me how she beat up a little brunette before some concert they were both going to. Lobsey was there that night. To be honest, I think a lot less of her for being with him. There was a time...” She broke off. “Anyway, they both get their kicks out of fighting.” (
I chuckled. “They aren’t the only ones, hon.” I chuckled again and kissed her.
“Uh huh.” Kelly was noncommittal . “But those two sometimes like fighting each other, or at least beating each other up. You told me how Fiona broke Lobsey’s nose that day after Jenn beat her. Not the first time they fought either, and it wont be the last.”
I shook my head, I couldn't imagine myself fighting Kelly. Men just don't fight women, its not done, call me old fashioned but a man has to ahve some standards. That's why I could never stomach that domestic violence thing. Men who bash women are shits.d She's my girl. “Lobsey must be a brute,” I said. I thought back to that day on the beach when he had bullied Jenn.
“He is.” agreed Kelly, “And I'm going to pay Master Lobsey back by taking his girlfriend apart in front of his eyes.” She grinned. “His ego won't be able to cope with that.”
“Oh Baby,” I winked at her. “That’d be so hot… just like it was when Jenn Peccavi took her down.”
Kelly gave me a sidelong glance. “The trouble with you, Peter Balfour, is you still lust after that slut.”
I shrugged. She had me there. “I love you. Besides, I'd be happy to see any girl take Fiona down.” I changed the subject slightly. “Anyway, what’s your issue with her? Not that you need an issue to fight.” I laughed. “You make them up, just like you did with Jenn. But what's with Fiona and you?”
“I have a history with her, all the way from college. She stole a guy from me. Not much of a guy, but I don't let that sort of thing pass. I never got the chance to square the account, which was a pity because she had quite a reputation as a fighter back then."
I raised an eyebrow. “I'm surprised you didn't smack her..." I ventured, and then trailed off as Kelly turned her thousand yard stare on me.
“Of course I did. I caught her telling someone about how she stole that pathetic guy from me, so I spun her round and smacked her.” Kelly paused “Unfortunately, it was right under the Dean's nose.”
I burst out laughing.
“It wasn't very funny at the time, I can assure you,” Kelly said acidly. “I very nearly didn't graduate. I really wanted to fight her but I just couldn't risk it at the time. I guess it’s been long enough now that my alma mater won't take back my degree. If you're OK with that?” She smiled impishly.
"Oh I'd love to see you take her apart in front of her worthless boyfriend Lobsey then slut her out like you did to Peccavi. Finger her, make her eat you out,” I said breathlessly. “Make her your sex slave.” I could feel the hardness in my pants at the thought of it.
“Stop, you’re teasing me!” gasped Kelly. She was flushed red and I knew she was excited at the thought, too.
“Who’s teasing who exactly, my Darling?” I asked. “You know how much the merest wiff of you catfighting drives me crazy.”
Kelly laughed again and kissed me. “Don't you like me teasing you, Darling?”
“Oh I do.” I laughed too, kissing her back. “But hey…we should be getting those drinks.” We did so, then returned to Brendon and Rowena. Kelly was right yet again. Lobsey and Fiona were there, fawning over them.
“Hello, Kelly,” said Fiona as we joined them. “We came to congratulate Brendon and Rowena. We heard about their win.”
“Really?” Kelly let the word drawl from her lips. “I didn't know you sailed, Fiona.”
“Thinking of taking it up,” Fiona replied, suspicious of Kelly's manner.
Kelly remarked, “Yes, it was a good win for them.” Then she added, her eyes boring into Fiona's, “Well, you should do what Peter and I do and hang around this pair because you can bask in their success vicariously, even if you don't happen to have any of your own.”
Everybody else laughed but Fiona colored. She spluttered and finally found her voice. “What do you mean by that?”
“Oh,” said Kelly, “I thought you said you didn't actually sail yourself.”
Fiona glared at her fixedly but seemed unable to reply.
Kelly clapped a hand to her mouth. “Oh!” she tittered. “Oh, you thought I meant...that other business. I heard you…what do they call it in soccer…’scored an own goal’ ?” Kelly was purring. She turned to look at Alan. “You know, your nose is almost back in shape again. Perhaps the doctors are right when they say sometimes you need to break a badly set bone again to get it right.”
I noticed Rowena and Brendon look at each other, mystified. I knew they’d be asking questions later about this.
Fiona turned bright red and clenched her fists “You don't know...” she choked.
Kelly interrupted. “Don't let it bother you, sweetie. Maybe I heard wrong. It certainly didn't sound like you.”
She swung round and resumed talking to Brendon and Rowena about sailing, ignoring Alan and Fiona. She didn’t give them a chance to ask what she had meant by her comments. She knew they would want to know, if only because everyone could see that Alan and Fiona were so obviously stewing inside. Kelly had played Fiona and Alan beautifully, tossing those two conversational grenades about that day on the beach. That had totally disconcerted them and made Brendon and Rowena wonder why. Then she moved on, leaving everyone wrong-footed. She’d played them just as she’d played me the first time I met her, disrupting my thoughts and then disappearing, leaving me thinking about her instead.
Kelly cut off the chance of any more conversation. “Look, dinner’s being served. We’d better go take our seats.” I’d seen from the seating plan that the other couples and ourselves were on different tables. She’d timed it so well, and I had no doubt that she’d done so deliberately. I thought she’d already caused maximum mayhem – but no, she caused still more, talking to me at the table about “poor Alan Lobsey ‘s nose” in just such a way that others wanted to know what had happened. She was such a tease, spreading gossip about them. " Oh yes, Fiona got into a physical fight with some rough girl at the beach who beat her up really badly. Then Fiona and Alan got into some dreadful argument about her losing the fight and she – you know – snotted him and broke his nose.”
By the time the dinner was over, the fight – no, rather Fiona’s humiliating loss in the fight and her subsequent fight with Alan – was the talk of the table. It seemed there were a few others who had heard the rumours. It was hard to keep something like that quiet – after all, it was a public fight on a popular beach in high summer quiet – and Kelly’s gossip had unleashed so many tongues. With each rumour and each retelling, the story got wilder and wilder.
After dinner, there were a few short speeches and the prize giving. Then, as people do, they moved tables to talk with friends. Some left the tables altogether to sit in the lounge area. We found Brendon and Rowena there, sat down and started to talk sailing.
It was only a few minutes before Fiona and Alan appeared. Fiona glared at Kelly. “What have you been saying about us?” she spat. “And why?”
Kelly’s face dimpled. “Oh, not a lot. Not much more than what we were talking about before dinner. As for why...it’s all true isn’t it, so why not?”
“You’ve got no business spreading gossip about us!”
“But I wasn’t,” protested Kelly with feigned innocence. “I was just talking to Peter about it. After all, he saw it, so it's hardly 'gossip', Darling.” That hit Fiona and Alan hard. I guess they hadn’t known I was there.
“Well, don’t!” Fiona snapped.
That was the comment Kelly was waiting for. She stood up slowly and faced Fiona. “So now you're telling me what to say, Fiona Burke?” Then, more quietly so that I had to strain to hear, she added, “At least I only say things that are true.”
There is something special about two slim, sexy, arrogant blondes doing it. I just drank in the blonde-on-blonde anger. They were evenly matched in height and weight, though Kelly was much better looking with much bigger breasts than her modishly endowed rival. I was sure that was one reason Fiona was so resentful. You could taste the envy.
All this flashed through my mind in the split second it took for Fiona to respond by raising her hand and going to slap Kelly who, no doubt expecting the move, caught her arm and held onto it. Kelly's beautiful blue eyes blazed as she stood there like a warrior goddess confronting her foe, her full breasts heaving under her simple low cut black strapless dress. My eyes were drawn to the sapphire pendant rising and falling in her ample cleavage.
I looked across at Fiona. She wore an equally low cut yellow – almost corn coloured – dress that matched her long mane of hair, which flowed loose down to her shoulder blades tonight. Both her dress and her hair were set off by a rope of gold chains round her neck and another single chain round her ankle. The gold flashed in the dull light of the club's dining room..
Kelly said quietly, “I've waited a long time for this, Fiona Burke…but not here. Let's go outside and settle this in private, where we won't be interrupted. After all, this is the sailing club. We can't have any unpleasantness here. You'd never have your membership applications approved. You'd be black-balled for life.” She added. “That reminds me…whose 'guest' are you this evening? You didn't gate crash…your names were on the seating chart. I must tell whoever invited you what happened…how you were beaten up by that fat slut Jenn Peccavi.”
Kelly half turned so she was watching both Fiona in front of her and Rowena and Brendon on her left. “Yes, this is what I was saying earlier. I guess by now you've heard the rumours. It's been the table talk tonight. But Peter saw it – he can tell you what happened. But that’s a topic for afterwards.”
She tossed her head in the direction of the doorway. “While we’re in the club, let’s be civilised.” She glanced at me. “Peter, remember you and I are members, just like Ro and Brendon, so we’re required to act appropriately. As for you two,” she turned a withering eye on Fiona and Alan, “try to be polite. Now…follow me.” She dropped Fiona's hand, spun on her heel and walked out.
I followed, almost in a daze. In just a few sentences she’d reminded Fiona and Alan that we were club members and they weren't, which had to hurt their pretentious little minds. She had also reminded them that Jenn had beaten Fiona. Both those points had pushed Fiona to the limit of her temper. Kelly’s baiting was masterful. I wanted to hug and kiss her.
The sailing club was a big building- there were store rooms below the dining room for tackle, sails, spars and all the other things needed for sailing. I guess it took us five minutes to troop down stairs and across the parking lot to a small garden almost entirely surrounded by hedges.
I looked back at our procession, three men in dinner suits, three women in expensive gowns and jewellery. It made me feel like we were heading to a duelling field. In a sense, that was true – we were, but instead of two men with pistols or swords, two beautiful young women were going to engage in no-holds-barred, unarmed combat until one was forced to submit to the stronger will of the other. I was practically trembling with excitement.
As we crossed the parking lot, Kelly slackened her pace a little and took my hand, giving it a squeeze as she smiled and stared into my eyes. Somewhat to my surprise, Brendon and Rowena followed us out and drew level with us. Even more surprisingly, they had made no protest or attempt to stop this catfight taking place. They seemed to be taking it all remarkably calmly.
Fiona and Lobsey brought up the rear, a few yards further behind, talking together in hushed tones. No doubt Fiona was getting the benefit of a good deal of advice. I didn't think much of that. As the old golf saying goes – the bigger the handicap of the person you're playing with, the more likely you are to get advice on how to play your shot.
In the few minutes it took to cross the floodlit lot, with Kelly constantly squeezing my hand for encouragment, I told Brendon and Rowena all about the fight that Fiona lost to Peccavi, speaking loudly enough for my description to carry to Fiona and Lobsey. “Yes, like Kelly was saying, I saw it. There was this big, rough woman" I said that for Kelly's benefit. She rightly suspected that I was still attracted to that big sexy broad- a dated expression but one that suited her. kelly didn't need to know that I thought Peccavi was fucking hot- and not just because she was slutty, no not even mainly that. She had the body type for me, just as that black woman who we' d seen work Vic's mistress over on almost our last sailing weekend a month or so ago. No I had to tread carefully now. I went on
" I'd guess she was a year or so older than Kelly…maybe 28. She was…well, I hope Kelly wont mind me saying this…a strapping, exuberant, voluptuous brunette. She'd be about two inches shorter than Kelly or Fiona, but heavy…big boobs, big butt, a little plump. More of a 1950s bod…think of Jane Russell." And I mentally relived those moments I'd seen her that first day on the beach- her powerful swimming stroke as she rescued the kids' ball, her complete dominance of their mother in that scuffle afterwards and then just before Kelly ambushed her . I' d seen her wringing wet, her t-shirt clinging to every ample curve, her full breasts bouncing with every stride as she stalked proudly panther like up the beach. I had to bite my tongue, I didn't want to get carried away and say something I'd regret later.
I coughed slightly and continued, " She's called Jenn Peccavi…"Alan apparently knows her from somewhere" I nodded to Lobsey who by now was listening whle pretending not to be. " Anyway, she was on the beach and seemed to be minding her own business, I hadn’t noticed her that day though I'd met her before one time when I was with some friends. Suddenly I heard some raised voices and when I looked, there was Fiona picking on her.”
Fiona spluttered – clearly she was listening. I turned and said over my shoulder, “I hope you're not going to deny that. My friends saw you and her.” Fiona subsided, though I could see she was furious. I described the battle on the sand,
Alan chuckled, or at least he tried to, and called out, “That girl was a slut who puts out for anyone!.”
"Maybe, But you're an asshole, with a broken nose." Fiona favoured me with a savage grin which mellowed into an appraising smile. I . There was a definite thrill in locking eyes with a hot babe who was about lock up with your hot girlfriend.
By this time, we were in the garden. I opened the wicket gate letting everyone through, then closed it after us. During the day, it was a safe place for kids to play with only one entrance, away from cars, boat ramps and anything else that might hurt a child. There were a set of swings in a corner, and some benches for picnics in another. I'd never seen anyone use it at night. It was an ideal spot for us.
Looking at Fiona, I had to give her credit – there wasn’t a tremor of fear or hesitation about that girl. She stood ramrod straight, eyes blazing, chest heaving. Fiona had fire in her belly.
So did Kelly When I placed my hands on her slim waist and kissed her full lips, there was the quiet, determined fire of long-held antipathy burning in her beautiful eyes. She pressed her sapphire pendant into my hand. “Hold this for me.”
Lobsey was still talking animatedly to Fiona. She seemed to be trying to draw away from him and just get on with it. Kelly and I just stood there, holding each other, waiting for his tirade to end. As it finally petered out, Kelly touched her fingers to her lips, then to mine and stepped away without another word.
Kelly and Fiona kicked off their heels. The grass was damp with dew. They stood facing each other for a moment before Fiona’s anger overcame her patience. She swung her hand in hard. Kelly grabbed it as she had before, but as Kelly was twisting it back, Fiona jabbed her other hand – a fist now – straight into Kelly's tummy. Kelly's eyes widened. She was clearly surprised.
Dropping Fiona's hand, Kelly tried to retaliate with two punches of her own. The left hit Fiona's side as she moved to her right and slammed her knee up into Kelly's thigh. Kelly winced. She backed up, her arms out defensively.
“Take it to the bitch!” Alan encouraged his girl.
Fiona pressed her advantage, shooting little jabbing punches aimed at Kelly's middle and sides. Some of them hit, though Kelly deflected most of them. Nevertheless, she was defending, not attacking. She kept retreating with Fiona following her like a hungry predator. Soon, I thought, she would have nowhere to go. She sidestepped, turning and sending a hard kick at Fiona's leg. The kick hit with little force. Fiona retreated for a moment, then came on again. Confidently she closed on Kelly
I was trembling, not just from the unbearable excitement but from a little voice whispering in my ear that Kelly was being outfought, even out thought, by a rival she had perhaps too easily dismissed. Fiona was fighting way better than the last time I saw her in action against Peccavi, while Kelly was, to my horror, not fighting as well as she had in her own encounter with that buxom brunette. This little piece of alliteration made me smile suddenly, as did the thought that Peccavi was somehow the yardstick by which I measured all other catfighters.
Fiona slammed her knee up again, but this time Kelly was prepared. Spinning to the side, she avoided the knee and while Fiona was still on one foot, slammed her body into the other blonde. Fiona reeled back, and stumbled. She grabbed Kelly's arm to stop herself from falling. Kelly slammed a fist into Fiona's face. Fiona let go and staggered back.
Lobsey was shouting advice to Fiona. I was okay with that. If she heard him and paid attention, it would only distract and confuse her. It would be wonderfully ironic if he cost her the fight.
Brendan and Rowena were standing next to me. To my absolute astonishment, Brendon muttered to Rowena, “I wish he'd shut up.” I stole a brief glance sideways at them. They were both absolutely intent on the fight, eyes shining and mouths open. Then I noticed Rowena's nipples were rock hard beneath the clinging material of her gown. But I knew why- it was rare that two Valkaries fought. Kelly and Fiona were magnificent women, athletic, strong, each determined to bring the other down, their lean bodies glowed in the arclights glare. Fiona's left breast was bare- the strap on her gown had snapped and the fabric hung limply. Kelly's gown was intact but sticking closely to her body- so closely you saw her panties underneath
Kelly attacked, firing a hard punch to Fiona's face. Fiona swung her head, avoiding it, but she wasn't so successful with Kelly's next blow, a punch to her midriff. Fiona wasn't fazed though, and responded with a left-right combo to Kelly's chest, just below her breasts. Kelly deflected one, the other hit, harder than I – or I think Kelly – expected. She faltered, stepping back, just as Fiona unleashed another blow which struck Kelly over her left kidney. Kelly groaned. I could see the pain on her face. She retreated, her arms up, blocking Fiona's further blows with her fists. She kicked out and Fiona dodged back, avoiding the kick
Fiona swung to the side, kicking out in her turn. Kelly grabbed at Fiona's up-swung foot, but missed as Fiona hopped to her left. Kelly launched herself on a still unstable Fiona, clutching her rival around the waist. Fiona fought for balance as they swayed together. Kelly leapt into the air, grasping the Fiona in a bear hug, springing forward to knock her backwards.
The two women hit the ground with Kelly on top. They rolled about in a fury of punches, slaps and swinging heads as Fiona tried to dislodge Kelly. She succeeded, the two broke the clinch. Fiona began to stand, but was still kneeling when Kelly again launched herself on Fiona, her head butting into Fiona's stomach. Fiona fell backwards again, clutching at Kelly. Again they rolled on the grass, a melee of slaps, punches, elbows thrust into ribs, kicks and scratches. Kelly fought her way to the top. Fiona aimed a punch at Kelly's temple. Kelly swung to her left. Fiona turned the punch into a roll, dislodging Kelly.
The two women got to their feet. Their torn dresses, their disheveled hair, their rent and swollen skin showed the effects of the fight. Their bare skin was glistening with sweat and with moisture from the grass. They were both gasping for breath.
My own heart was pounding uncontrollably. To my considerable relief, Kelly had recovered some ground but they still seemed very evenly matched and capable of taking each other to the absolute limit. Not that that was a bad thing. I moistened my lips. This was turning out even better than I'd hoped. If I was honest with myself, an easy win for Kelly would have been a bit of a letdown. It was good to see her being tested like this against a worthy opponent. Maybe Fiona had just had an off day against that Peccavi slut – that maddeningly sexy Peccavi slut.
For a moment they circled, each jabbing at the other without committing themselves to a real attack. The pace of the fight was slower now, as it seemed the opponents sensed that this would be a longer, harder contest than either had expected. Both scored blows, however. Kelly, who aimed for the midriff, broke through more often than Fiona who tried to concentrate on Kelly's head, but neither really damaged the other.
I looked at Rowena again, standing there with her mouth open, breathing hard. I wondered if she had ever seen a fight like this. It more likelyshe had never seen girls fight at all outside of a playground.
“Fiona, don't screw around! Take it to her, get stuck into the bitch!” Lobsey pushed his girl. “You're just playing, like you did with Peccavi!”
I'd had enough of this. I said, “Come on, Lobsey…Fiona didn't want to win. Everyone could see she loved that Peccavi slut sitting on her face when it was all over.” To my intense satisfaction, Lobsey visibly crumpled up as if I'd punched him in the stomach. It might yet come to that, before the night was out. No way was my girl being humiliated by that rock ape if she lost. Being humiliated by Fiona – up to a point – was probably part of the unspoken agreement between the two gorgeous combatants and I could live with that – more than live with it, actually.
My words were meant as much for Fiona as for Lobsey. I wanted Fiona rattled, I wanted her angry, I wanted her too furious to think straight. Then she’d be easier meat for my Kelly. Whether she was stung by my words or Lobsey’s, Fiona gave a roar of anger and strode forward, launching a high kick. It hit Kelly's stomach, though it would have hit harder had Kelly not back peddled sharply. Even as it was, it obviously hurt Kelly. I heard her groan and she almost doubled up. Fiona chortled at Kelly’s pain. She closed in, trying to drive Kelly's head down.
For a second it seemed she succeeded. Then Kelly lunged forward, driving her head into Fiona's belly. Fiona staggered back, gasping. Kelly pressed her advantage, slapping her hands on Fiona's shoulders, pushing, snaking her foot behind Fiona's ankle . Had she copied Peccavi's trick – the trick that had landed Fiona on her back in the first moments of the fight, the trick that made me certain Peccavi was going to win? It had worked for Peccavi, and now it worked for Kelly. Fiona fell, sprawling on her back.
She kicked up, keeping Kelly at bay. She rolled away, too quickly for Kelly to capitalise. She got to her knees, just as Kelly strode in. Yes, she was going to do what she did to Peccavi. It was all over for Fiona.
I was shocked when Fiona seized Kelly's foot, pulling it forward and pulling Kelly off balance. Kelly fell forward onto her hands and knees. Fiona was onto her quickly, wrapping her hands round Kelly's waist. Kelly tried to push up, to get free. She failed. Fiona pushed hard and Kelly fell on her side. She rolled, twisting out of Fiona's grip. She fended Fiona off with a few hard jabs while still on her knees. Again the two women got to their feet.
After first backing away so as not to be taken by a sudden charge, Kelly bent forward and pulled off the torn remains of her dress, which had been hanging and all but falling off. She stood erect again, in her sexy, lacy black bra and panties which defined her magnificent body to perfection. Fiona too removed her dress, revealing that she was braless and wore only the tiniest of thongs. Again they stood, circling each other, this time more slowly. Both looked tired, both were flushed, their breasts heaving.
I thought I might have gone too far for Brendon and Rowena with my remark about Peccavi facesitting Fiona but during this interlude, Brendon turned to me and said quietly, “At least you shut that blowhard up. He was starting to get on my nerves too!” He chuckled and murmured, almost to himself, “Sat on her face, eh?” He chuckled again. His eyes were bright and his gaze strangely fixed as he said this. I thought, “Brendon, you old dark horse!” But then again, what guy doesn't like a hot catfight between hot babes, with a bit of facesitting thrown in for good measure!
The lull, during which Kelly and Fiona threw only a few sparring punches, came to an end as Fiona attacked, sweeping in low, her body hunched, leading with her left shoulder. Kelly swung to her right to dodge, but Fiona changed course abruptly and struck my girl on her side. Kelly groaned but stayed upright and, clenching her fists together, brought them down on the back of Fiona’s neck.
Fiona dropped to the ground, but she rolled away and came up to her knees. Kelly closed in as Fiona climbed to her feet. Kelly was a little more circumspect than last time. She kicked hard at Fiona’s midriff. It connected. Fiona swayed. Kelly kicked again, just as Fiona stood up. The kick hit Fiona’s thigh. She groaned and staggered but stayed upright. She looked all but spent, almost punch drunk.
Astonishingly, she lurched rather than stepped forward, her head down, her pace increasing. She hit Kelly’s belly. Kelly staggered. Fiona wrapped her hands around Kelly’s waist and shoved. Kelly stumbled. Fiona pushed and the two women fell to the grass. This time Fiona was on top.
Fiona tried to capitalise by straddling Kelly but before Fiona had her knee across Kelly’s body, Kelly thrust her elbow into Fiona’s chest, just above her breasts. Fiona, unstable with her knee still in the air, fell sideways, hitting the ground. She rolled and got to her feet, just ahead of Kelly. Again Fiona tried to attack. She grabbed at Kelly’s sides, trying to repeat the push that had so nearly worked. This time Kelly slammed her knee up into Fiona’s gut. Fiona groaned and almost fell.
Kelly advanced, pushing Fiona back, slamming her knee up into Fiona’s belly again. Fiona’s arms dropped to her sides. She faltered as Kelly shoved her hard. She all but fell, then lurched upright as Kelly sent another knee into her stomach.
Rowena hissed, breathily, “She’s had it, finish her off!” Her eyes were glowing, her face flushed. Damn, I thought. She was one to watch.
Kelly smiled, savouring the moment. She closed in, her hands up reaching for Fiona’s shoulders. She seized them and shoved hard. Fiona tried to shove back, but she had no more strength. Kelly abruptly turned and dropped her arms from Fiona’s shoulders. Suddenly deprived of the support, Fiona lurched forward past Kelly who swung her clenched fists into Fiona’s side. Fiona hit the ground.
Kelly dropped down, and rolled her enemy onto her back. She hissed something to Fiona. Fiona mewled piteously. Kelly grabbed Fiona’s hair, one hand on either side of her head. She pulled it up, then slammed it into the unyielding ground. Fiona whimpered. Kelly pulled Fiona’s head up again and again she slammed it down. Fiona was barely struggling now.
Kelly thrust her knee hard into Fiona’s tummy, then straddled her almost defeated foe. She bounced up and down on Fiona’s belly, just as she had done to Peccavi in that duel on the beach. Fiona didn’t even try to defend herself. She couldn’t – she had nothing left. Kelly yanked Fiona’s head up again then slammed it down harder than ever. Fiona went limp, and lay there, silent.
Standing up, Kelly stomped on Fiona’s belly, then posed in the same classic victory stance – her foot on her destroyed enemy’s stomach – as she had when she had defeated Peccavi. She looked defiantly, triumphantly at Lobsey, at Brendon and Rowena and then, at last, at me. She smiled. I ran forward, swept her glorious sweaty body into my arms and kissed her deeply. (
We broke the kiss to the sound of Lobsey standing over the crying Fiona, berating her for her loss as she still lay on the ground. “You useless cxnt! You had her! You stupid fucking loser bitch, how could you fuck it up again??? You’re useless! You need to learn how to fight!”
With an effort, Fiona pulled herself to a sitting position. She glared at him. “Maybe what I need to do,” she gasped, her voice filled with pain, “is get a new fuck buddy.” Her lip curled. “That's right…fuck buddy! That's all you are! All you ever were!” All her anger was focused on him. “You seriously wonder why I never let you be my boyfriend? Now I don't know why I ever let you touch me! You make my skin crawl! Now just get the fuck away from me, you bastard! Lobsey just stood there awkwardly, looking like a deflated balloon. I was afraid he was going to burst into tears.
Brendon coughed and said in his diffident way, “Well, we must be going. Can we offer you a ride anywhere, Fiona?” His aversion to Lobsey was clearly evident. He didn’t even look at the man, let alone extend the offer to him.
To my surprise, Fiona replied, “No, thank you, Brendon,” after which Brendon and Rowena took their leave. They seemed relieved that Fiona had declined their offer.
Fiona waited until they had gone before she said to Lobsey, “I don't want you here, you reptile! I won't tell you again to fuck off.” Lobsey opened his mouth to protest but one look at Fiona's face closed it again. He fucked off.
Kelly turned to me, “did you see how wide eyed Rowena and Brendon were were, both of them, how they kept touching each other? They are going home to fuck like rabbits.
Fiona said , It just goes to show that even the nicest people could get turned on by catfights! “
I wondered what did it for Rowena and Beendon, was it the power exchange that so excited me? I was sure that two gentle people like them wouldn't be turned on by the violence alone.
Fiona waited until they had gone before she said to Lobsey, “I don't want you here, you reptile! I won't tell you again to fuck off.” Lobsey opened his mouth to protest but one look at Fiona's face closed it again. He fucked off.
“Well,” said Fiona, gazing up at Kelly, “I guess I owe you a forfeit!” Now that she’d lost, now that she’d gotten rid of Lobsey, she didn’t seem too concerned at the prospect.
“Well,” Kelly smiled suddenly with genuine warmth, “I guess you do!” My heart quickened even further at the look in her eyes. “For a start, let's get you out of your soaking wet clothes.” Kelly removed Fiona's thong with surprising gentleness and threw it to me. “That'll go nicely in the trophy cabinet!"
Fiona suddenly giggled. “You have one too, huh?”
Kelly laughed. “Oh yes, Darling…a very large one!” They both laughed.
I couldn't believe what was happening at this point. These two hellcats, who'd just beaten seven bells out of each other in one hell of a catfight, were making doe eyes at each other! I kept looking from my Kelly, magnificent in her lacy bra and panties, to the naked Fiona.
“You realise, Fiona Burke,” said Kelly in a low voice, “I'm going to have to slut you out now?”
“Yes, Kelly” said Fiona meekly. She lay back, her bare body pale against the wet grass.
Kelly placed an elegant foot on Fiona's mouth. Fiona immediately began to lick and suck it, taking Kelly’s toes into her mouth. I watched Kelly, fascinated as the extreme arousal rolled across her face. It wasn’t the physical sensation, it was the knowledge that she had dominated yet again.
After only a few minutes of this, Kelly withdrew her foot from Fiona's mouth and placed it lightly on her crotch. Without Kelly saying a word, Fiona spread her legs wide. Kelly slid her foot down along Fiona’s pussy, forcing her big toe inside. Fiona sucked in her breath, but she did not flinch or try to move away, surrendering willingly.
Kelly toe-fucked Fiona slowly, savouring every moment of being in complete sexual control of her rival. She spoke to Fiona in a low, husky voice. “You fought well, Fiona Burke. You put up a good fight.” She was purring again. “I've wanted you for such a long time. I always knew you'd be good. You nearly beat me. You really turned me on in that fight, Darling, but in the end you had to submit to your Mistress!”
Fiona gasped, “Yes!” She groaned, arching up off the grass. She grasped Kelly's ankle and calf with her hands. I thought for a moment she was going to fight back, even now, Kelly knew better however, and didn’t react. Sure enough, Fiona pulled Kelly’s foot against her, forcing Kelly’s toe hard inside her as she shuddered, close to climax. Kelly bent and slapped Fiona's hands away. “No you don’t! Not yet!” Fiona moaned needfully.
Kelly turned to face me, slowly removing her bra, then her panties, making a show of it. I tore off my clothes to reveal a raging hard-on standing proudly to attention. Kelly shoved me onto my back and mounted me, arching her back as I entered her, slipping easily into her wet pussy. She rode me urgently while staring silently into my eyes. She cried out as she climaxed violently in no time at all, and toppled off me.
Lying on her back, her breasts rising and falling as she fought for breath, she called out, “Eat me out, bitch!” Fiona scrambled to comply, licking Kelly through several more shuddering orgasms. This sight naturally made me hard again and I was relieved when an exhausted Kelly looked across at me and said breathlessly, “I'm giving the bitch to you as a plaything, Darling. Bone the slut and put her out of her misery.” Fiona rolled onto her back, opened her legs and drew me into her wet pussy eagerly, gazing hungrily into my eyes with agonised desire. I pounded her without mercy. She came quickly, and then often. Finally I blew inside her, taking care not to make too much noise about it, so as not to offend Kelly.
I collapsed on my side, spent, and fell asleep right there on the grass. I woke not long after however, from the noise the girls were making as they took each other in a 69. Eventually we got up and dressed – in the girls’ case as best they could in the rags that were all that was left of their once gorgeous gowns. The car was easy to find – it was the only one left in the lot. . We took Fiona back to our place and played with her till dawn.
It was just as well they held those dinner dances on Friday nights. The three of us rose very late on Saturday. Both girls looked wild and gorgeous at breakfast with their hair mussed and tousled, the marks of their titanic battle fresh all over their beautiful bodies. Looking hot in a borrowed kimono, Fiona smiled and said as she sipped her orange juice. “Kellycat…I have a confession to make.”
‘Kellycat’ smiled indulgently at her new lover and said, “Yes, Fi?”
“When I stole Roger Atlee from you, back in college…I only did it to get your attention. He was a dork, but you were so hot. I'd heard about you trashing Sally La Fere and stuffing her panties in her mouth, so I figured you'd come after me. I wanted to fight you then. I wanted to beat you and slut you out. That's why I went round badmouthing you…just to provoke you!”
“It worked!” laughed Kelly “I wanted to beat you and slut you out too. I just picked the wrong time and place to start it! But last night I knew I had you. I knew I could provoke you into a fight. I knew you wouldn't stand for me spreading those stories about you. I could tell you were up for it, the way your eyes flashed at me right from the start.”
Fiona laughed. “Oh I so was, Darling! It was a dream come true, finally getting my hands on you. It was a great fight too, the best I've ever had!”
“Me too,” said Kelly quietly.
“And you slutted me so beautifully…there, and here…it doesn't even feel like I lost!” They both laughed. “Well.” said Fiona with a cheeky grin. “I'm so glad we've finally resolved our differences!”
“Me too,” breathed Kelly as she lent across and kissed her.
Fiona left late on Sunday afternoon. Kelly and I lay together on the hammock on the deck. “So,” I said, “that was building up for a long time between you and Fiona?”
“Yes,” Kelly sighed, “it was. She had this big reputation on campus and I guess I did too. It should have happened years ago.”
“But you didn't just want to fight her…to beat her. You wanted to slut her as well?” I couldn't resist asking.
Kelly sighed again. “Yes.” She bit her lip lightly before she added, “Or be slutted by her. I thought she might have been the one....”
“Hold on a minute,” I said. “I thought you always had to win.”
She sighed. “Oh…” she said languidly, “it’s…complicated.” She paused and I could almost hear her mind working, arranging her thoughts, trying to find the words. “Yes, I’m the alpha bitch, the one who has to dominate. But deep down inside we all want to surrender sometimes. The more alpha you are, the deeper it's buried…but that just makes it all the more powerful when it's...unleashed.” She smiled. “Fiona and I both understand that. I was able to give it to her. She got rid of that dumbass boyfriend, or fuck buddy, or whatever he was, so that she could enjoy it properly.” She kissed my neck. “Me…I'd want you there to share it.”
“Why?” I asked hollowly, not a little dumbfounded.
“Because you're the man I love, and I want to share everything with you,” she said simply. “And don't tell me you wouldn't have enjoyed seeing me lose, Peter Balfour!” She looked straight through me and then laughed. “That's okay, Darling. Winning and losing are both erotic, I get that. Just as a little voice in me says that sometimes it would be nice to lose, I know it’s the same for you. A man always secretly craves to see the woman he loves humbled by another. Am I right?”
“Yes,” I croaked.
“And you do love me, don't you?” She kissed me on the lips.
“Yes,” I replied, “Truly, madly, deeply!” kissing her right back.
“And I don't imagine my…bisexual proclivities…will be a problem either?” she teased gently.
“Er…no,” I laughed. “Do you usually go as far as you did with Fiona, though? Are there just some girls you're attracted to? You obviously didn't find Peccavi attractive.”
Kelly looked at me indulgently. “Even smart men are so one dimensional,” she sighed. “You know I like to fight, but I fight for all sorts of reasons. Sometimes I fight girls I'm attracted to, silly, so I can play with them afterwards…or be played with.” She smiled as she felt me go hard against her bare thigh. “A few of those girls in the trophy cabinet became my lovers. Some still are. You'll be meeting some of them in due course.
“Some girls I fight because I want to put them in their places. You think of me as a ruthless alpha bitch – yes, I know you do.” She grinned again. “And you’re right, that’s exactly what I am. Sometimes people need to be put in their places because they step out of line for whatever reason…either they won't do what I tell them, or they need to be reminded who’s boss, or maybe they’re just being uppity. And yes, often I’ll work them over sexually, afterwards. Again, it reminds them who I am and who they are.”
“But…Peccavi...” I faltered.
“I’m getting to her. There are others like her too. They’re trash…whores…they think they’re better than they are. They usually have a chip on their shoulder the size of the Trade Center. They bully other people, they think they’re alpha bitches, they think they can do as they like. They need to be squashed…crushed like the slugs they are. And if I can do that and have some fun doing it, then so much the better. That woman is a bully. She’s a slut. She thought she was an alpha, and maybe in her small world she is.”
Kelly paused, thinking, then continued more slowly. “I know her type. She'll have a small bunch of girls that she bosses around and plays with. They probably think she’s wonderful because they don't know any better. She probably has a few men too. She's a female Lobsey. She needs a guy telling her how good she is. She needs a guy fucking her. She needs the same from women too. Without that praise, without that attention, she feels as worthless as she is. I reminded her of that.” She snuggled into me. “It was so hot making her submit. I know she hated it. I know she hated me…feared me. I'd do it again, tomorrow if I could.”
“So...you'd fight her again?” I asked tentatively.
“Of course,” she replied without a moment’s thought. “Why don't you set it up? Fuck her if you have to. Bring her to me. But...Fiona will want first crack at her. She thinks that dumbass Lobsey led her up the garden path, telling her how easy Peccavi would be. Fiona didn't take her seriously enough and got pounded at the start.” She laughed. “Something else came up in our girl talk while you were sleeping. Lobsey must have seen me take Peccavi apart, but he didn't tell Fiona it was me, just 'some blonde'. Obviously the asshole didn't want to discourage her from taking me on…in fact, he set her up. She's furious about it!” She stopped and stared at the late afternoon sky for a moment. “She's so beautiful,” she murmured dreamily, then added more lightly, “Why don't you fuck her this week, while I'm away? She's our lover now.” She kissed me as my head snapped toward her in surprise. “It’s not cheating. I know you only love me, Darling.”
“I…” I started to speak, not sure what was going to come out of my mouth, but she stopped me with a finger on my lips.
“These are the rules…you can fuck any girl I've beaten, In fact, I want you to, so long as I get to watch or at least see pics of it, like you showed me of Peccavi that day. The sluts need to know where they belong, defeated, at my feet, to do as I command. Most of them will get off on it too…just like Peccavi did…just like Fiona did.
I was lost for words
This is something different in this series, it was one of the first written, when I collaborated with PJS who has now stopped writing altogether and hasn't been on this site for years (which is a shame). I hope it's not too different as to annoy readers. Again I need to thank my editors.
