Recently I have had the good fortune to collaborate with the great catfight fiction author Felix Gato. We are working on a project where I provide illustrations for a story he is writing of a catfight between two beautiful women vying to be the alpha female in a high end New York apartment building. As we communicated on the project, he was kind enough to share a previous story he had written a while back. I have always been a huge fan of Felix's work so I thought I would share this story with the readers here in FCF. To add to the fun, I created some images of the two protagonists in this story to heighten the interest. Hope you enjoy!
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Eric Arrow sat at the expensive, white wrought iron lawn table that adorned the largest of the three redwood decks that surrounded his sumptuous vacation house on the northern Pacific coast. A tall, distinguished and athletic man in his late thirties, he was having coffee this fine morning, savoring the salt air, the sun, and the superb view of the sea. For a few moments, he idly followed the progress of a large tanker near the horizon, then turned his attention back to the personal ad he was reading in one of the steamier L.A. sex papers. He smiled to himself. The reason this ad so held his interest is that the ad was his!
Eric had been placing very special personal ads in the major California sex newspapers for nearly two years now. The language he used was subtle but provocative, and the money he offered was sufficiently generous that he always received a steady supply of respondents.
Eric Arrow, it seems, had a great fondness for catfights, for watching young women fight, and he had devised a system to provide himself with a steady stream of varied and spirited combatants for his personal enjoyment.
His system was this: he would arrange, via the ads, for one young woman to come live with him for a time at his northern California estate. He would expansively pronounce her his "Mistress in Residence" and pay her generously for her services. However, during her tenure, he would continue (with her full knowledge) to advertise for her replacement! When a promising candidate presented herself, Eric would interview her. If the first interview went to his liking, the newcomer would be invited to return a week later for a second one.
He had two requirements of each candidate: first, she had to be naturally submissive and fond of S&M games. She had to agree to become his live in sexual playmate and freely engage in S&M oriented sex. He explained that, for these services, she would be very generously compensated, and enjoy a life of real luxury. That was the easy part. There were many young women eager to trade their bodies for a shot at a life of leisure, even if (and sometimes because!) kinky sex was part of the arrangement.
The second requirement was more demanding, and separated the casual applicant from the women he really sought. He insisted that his live in playmate fully participate in the interviewing, screening and "testing" of her replacement! This seemed bizarre until he explained further.
The return interview for potentially successful applicants was always conducted by the current Mistress, with Eric present. That's when the fun always really began, because the only real purpose for the return visit was to carefully explain to the eager new applicant the process by which she might obtain the position.
The current Mistress would explain that, to successfully replace her, the newcomer would have to engage her in a no holds barred, anything goes catfight. If the new applicant won, she would become the new Mistress and the current one would be retired. If the applicant lost, she would be given a generous sum of money for her troubles (and scratches and bruises!) and be sent on her way.
If, once she was told all this the new applicant was still interested, arrangements for the upcoming catfight would be discussed by all three, with Eric having final say on all particulars.
The incumbent Mistress always had a decided interest in participating in these catfights. Eric would pay her a large cash bonus above and beyond her regular retainer for every fight she engaged in. And to make the reward more exciting and immediate, he always paid it while the sweat and blood of her opponent was still fresh on her body. She had only to win...
Eric knew that to find women who would agree to such an arrangement was difficult, but he was interested in only those. He found that those women who were turned on and intrigued by his offer were invariably hotter and more exciting than any others he had ever met.
Now, as a fresh breeze blew in off the sunny Pacific, Eric glanced down at his expensive watch and set down his paper. His latest candidate would soon be arriving! He poured himself a last cup of excellent coffee and sat back to wait for her.
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After only a short wait, the doorbell rang and Eric rose to answer it. After exchanging greetings and a few pleasantries, Eric showed his new arrival to his study. Candy Drapper, the latest potential new Mistress, had just flown in from L.A. A ravishing Hollywood actress turned call girl, the 22 year old, 5'4" redhead was endowed with the kind of body for which southern California girls are justly famous the world over.
She had explained to Eric during their first interview that she'd seen Eric's ad in the paper and been intrigued by its veiled language and suggestions of large sums of money. She further allowed that she was growing bored with the L.A. scene and thought a gig (especially a kinky one!) in the San Francisco Bay area might hold new thrills. In this, she would prove prophetic!
Now, in Eric's sumptuous study, she sat easily in the white leather chair to which Eric had shown her. Her long, curly red hair hung to nearly the middle of her back. The teal silk minidress she wore only accentuated her exquisite body, and her black patent leather high heels set off her long legs fabulously. Eric was genuinely impressed. Which was just what she intended...
This was the second interview. Eric had flown her up from L.A. the first time a week ago, and had been immediately interested. He had very much liked what he'd seen (and sampled he could not remember a softer mouth around his cock, or a more pneumatic blow job, in his life!). Christ the girl was awesome! Now he was eager to see how she reacted when his current Mistress presented her the remaining details of the offer...
As if in answer to his thoughts, Genevieve Dumas made one of her customary, dramatic entrances through a side door to the study. A 19 year old French blonde, she was devastatingly beautiful and obviously well aware of it. She was elegantly clad in an expensive designer outfit consisting of a short red leather skirt, matching jacket, a black silk blouse flirtatiously buttoned just a bit too low, and seamed black hose. Beneath the luxurious silk fabric flirted a pair of sumptuous breasts. Spiked red leather heels completed her outfit.
The blonde walked self assuredly to a large white leather couch across from the new applicant and sat down gracefully. Her short red leather skirt did little to hide her obviously muscular, stocking clad thighs. She brushed back a strand of long, curly blonde hair from her face, and turned to her guest.
"Eric has shared with me that he likes you. A lot..." she opened. The smile that crossed Candy's face said "I know" silently but eloquently. Genevieve decided to let that pass. "As you know," the blonde continued, "the arrangement at our house is a little unusual..." She watched for signs of a reaction. She saw only curiosity. "In fact, to be very clear, Eric insists that there be only one Mistress in residence at any given time." She continued to watch her possible rival. "And you should know that I am the current Mistress..." she finished.
This had an effect. Genevieve noticed with satisfaction that Candy involuntarily drew herself up a little straighter in her chair, and became more alert. As discreetly as possible, the redhead was now looking her interviewer over with renewed interest. So this was not just some member of Eric's staff she was dealing with!
"You should also know that Eric..." she paused, turned towards him and flashed him an adoring smile, "is very fond of watching women fight..."
The sexy blonde let her voice trail off. At this, one of Candy's eyebrows arched perceptibly. Genevieve noted this and continued. "He runs these ads and arranges these interviews to find women who will indulge him in his favorite 'spectator sport'". No reaction. "So the real reason for this second interview is to explain to you that, if you want the position of Mistress in Residence "
"I'll have to fight you for it!" Candy smiled as she finished her blonde interviewer's sentence for her.
"Exactly." Genevieve was gratified that Candy seemed unconcerned. Maybe this redhead would agree to the terms, and then there would be a fight. Maybe tonight! Then Genevieve would pick up the ten thousand dollar bonus Eric had promised her. Of course, losing the catfight never entered her mind...
The stunning call girl looked over at Eric, then back at Genevieve. "This sounds like a beehive, with one too many queen bees. And you know how bees select a new Queen..."
Eric reflected a moment on the imagery his new applicant had used. He thought of the extraordinarily vicious fights the small female insects engaged in for supremacy of their hives, then spoke up. "That's a very good analogy" he said softly. "Perfect, in fact..."
Candy looked at Eric engagingly, then continued, warming now to her theme. "So if I agree to this, and win the fight..." Her tone was interested, curious, not at all concerned. Eric quickly interjected an answer to her incomplete question.
"You become the new Mistress in Residence. Genevieve " he looked warily towards his ravishing French blonde, "gets to pack her bags and leave within 24 hours. Unless you want her to stay awhile, to use as your sex slave..." he added, smiling lasciviously.
"So what kind of fight do we have to have?" Candy continued curiously, looking Genevieve over with ever growing interest. The redhead seemed genuinely unconcerned. "Do you have special outfits you want us to wear? Do you have special fighting rules you want us to follow? Are there special things you want us to do to each other?"
Spoken like a pro, Eric thought, delighted. Find out what the customer wants, and be sure he gets it. Lots of it! Candy seemed to understand exactly what was being offered and further, seemed very eager to please him. Eric liked that in a woman. He looked at her evenly and explained further.
"If you agree, you and Genevieve will fight for me with no rules and for no set length of time. I will be present to watch, of course, but will not interfere in any way. You will be free to do to anything you like to one another. You can bite, scratch, kick anything at all. You will continue to fight until you are both satisfied. This point is most important. It means that, even if one of you chooses to give up, the other is perfectly within her rights to continue fighting..."
"So giving up doesn't buy you anything..." Candy interrupted, immediately understanding the strategy. "You might as well keep fighting as long as you can!"
"Exactly..." smiled Eric.
The L.A. call girl smiled to herself, a wicked little smile this time, and she seemed to come to a decision. Before she spoke, she re crossed her delicious legs, allowing the teal silk hemline to rise high up her solid and shapely thighs. The body language challenge to the blonde Mistress was subtle but definite. She turned in her chair to directly face Genevieve. "So when do we schedule this little 'event'?" she asked purposefully.
Genevieve was by now expecting this. She smiled at Eric, then turned to her self annointed rival. "If you accept the challenge, we will together decide an arrangement pleasing to Eric..."
Candy barely shrugged her creamy, bare shoulders in a delightful display of insouciance, and one of her silk spaghetti straps slid delightfully down her arm to partially expose a gorgeous breast.
"Oh, of course I agree!" she exclaimed impatiently, coyly rearranging the skinny dress strap while holding Genevieve's eyes with her own. She looked around the large, sumptuous study, noting especially the deep carpeting. "If we move some of this furniture out of the way, we should have enough room right here... So how about it right here, right now?" She started to rise from her chair.
"Whoa!" said Eric, amused, as he raised his hand to restrain the eager redhead. "I admire your enthusiasm, but I don't want you two to engage in a common brawl. Please, sit a moment." He directed her to her chair with his hand. Candy, slightly put off, returned to her white leather chair but did not relax. She seemed a coiled snake, ready to strike.
Eric returned to his own chair and contemplated both young women a few moments. After some reflection, a smile crossed his face and he announced, "I will allow the Mistress an
opinion." He turned to Genevieve. "The Japanese soaking tub off the master bedroom would you like to fight Candy in THERE?"
Genevieve looked at him devilishly and smiled racily. She could always trust him to think of outrageous settings for her fights!
"Ooo all that HOT water to make your skin red even BEFORE it gets scratched! I think I'd like that... And we'd get all hot and sweaty and EXCITED!" she purred.
She brought up one shapely, stocking clad leg to dangle a spiked heel, red leather pump. She looked up at Eric with puppy eyes and feigned distress. "Every time I fight in the water, I ruin my shoes..." she pouted seductively.
"I'll buy you a hundred more pairs, darling!" Eric replied laughingly, enjoying her teasing.
Eric then turned to Candy. "Very well. Since you've accepted the challenge, the two of you will fight for me tonight in the soaking tub." He paused a moment to let his words sink in, then continued. "I have a room upstairs prepared for you. You will find in it everything you might desire to outfit yourself for the fight. It's 4:30 now be prepared to fight at seven!" His tone did not admit to negotiation.
The redhead smiled, looked seductively at Eric, and answered easily. "Thank you. I will not disappoint you!"
She then turned towards the blonde. "If you will show me to my room..." she said haughtily.
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