My girlfriend just found out about my attraction to stories about female combat. She told me a story that happened to her a few years back and it has kept me up at night ever since. What I would have paid to have been there to see it. I have been asking her to write the story out because I love how she tells it. She has finally agreed to allow me to post it here. This story is pretty tame compared to most but I loved it and hope you will too. Here it is.
Hello Gentlemen,
I recently discovered my current boyfriend is a regular visitor to this site. I had no idea there was such a large audience for this type of story. I told him what happened to me during the summer of 2019 and he thoroughly enjoyed it. He has been begging me ever since to put my story in writing so he may share it with all of you. Submitted for your reading pleasure, please enjoy what he calls my great adventure but I call it the most humiliating experience of my life.
My name is Shelby and at the time of this story I was 27 years old. I had blonde hair and brown eyes and stood 5 feet 4 inches and weighed 125 pounds. I was dating a guy named Randy. He was that guy. You know the type, he did not like other guys hitting on me or to see me talking to other guys but he was free to flirt with anything female on two legs. The relationship was rapidly coming to an end and this night was the one that ended it.
We had decided to go out for a night on the town which meant a visit to our usual haunt. It was a bar on the other side of town which had a dance floor and pool tables and Randy enjoyed his pool. It was common for us to arrive, find a seat and Randy would commence playing pool with his buddies leaving me alone for hours.
On this Friday night I wore one of his favorite outfits, black boot cut jeans with ankle boots, a white button down blouse and a black leather jacket. Shortly after our arrival the usual nonsense began. Randy was off playing pool and socializing with all the other regulars while I sat alone nursing a drink.
About an hour in, a group of four young ladies arrived. You had to be at least 18 to enter a bar where we lived and these girls were required to show identification at the door. They were all clearly dressed for attention with one of them in a schoolgirl outfit consisting of a short plaid skirt and revealing blouse with high heels. I called this one ‘Precious’. Her outfit consisted of far more skin than cloth. The one I called ‘Alpha Chick’ appeared to be the leader of the group as she seemed to direct all their activity. She was dressed a little more conservatively than her friends. She wore a black low cut sweater, skin tight jeans and stilettos with little black socks. The other two I called ‘Soldier one’ and 'Soldier two’, were also in short skirts with revealing tops. Both wore thigh high stockings with the lacy tops clearly visible under the hemline of their skirts. They all appeared to struggle in their skyscraper heels. I remember being concerned for their safety based on how they were dressed.
About 20 minutes later the girls were moving about the pool tables clearly enjoying all the attention they were receiving from all the guys including my prince Randy. He seemed to pay special attention to the one I called ‘Precious’ and she seemed to set her sights on him. She made her way over to the table he was playing at and began complimenting his game. She asked if there was any way he might be kind enough to teach her how to play. Randy was only too happy to get in behind her and take her hands in his and guide her through the finer points of the pool shot. I found the whole thing nauseating as they were both so obvious. After a half hour of listening to the fake laugh and watching the ridiculous behavior, I decided enough was enough and I walked over and confronted them. I tore a strip off Randy for leaving me alone while he set his sights on this young girl. Then I let her know I did not appreciate the disrespect she was showing me. As I chewed her out I was becoming more and more angry because she was holding Randy’s arm and hiding behind him like she was afraid of what I might do. That is when it occurred to me that she would have no way of knowing who I was and I realized I was out of line to come at her as hard as I was.
I decided to apologize and make amends for accusing her but before I could do so I heard a voice behind me ask,
"What’s your problem?"
I turned to see who was addressing me and came face to face with the friends. ‘Alpha Chick’ was standing front and center while ‘Soldier one’ and' Soldier two’ two stood slightly behind and on either side with their arms folded over their chest. I almost laughed out loud. Did they really think I would be intimidated? ‘Alpha Chick’ stepped forward and squared off with me confirming she was clearly the leader of the group. I quickly sized her up. She was no taller than me with her stilettos so I figured I had a couple of inches and a good 10 pounds on her. In spite of this she did not seem to be the slightest bit intimidated by me as she issued her warning,
"If you have a problem with my friend then you have a problem with me."
I will admit I found her confidence a little unsettling as I explained my problem was being disrespected. She defended her friend by pointing out she would have had no idea who I was. I conceded that point and apologized but asked her to consider what she would do in my shoes. She made a point of looking down at my feet and then back up at me and said.
"I happen to love your shoes and if I get the chance to be in them I won’t be such a bitch."
This got all of her friends giggling so I said,
"Careful little girl."
She stepped forward and asked,
"Who are you calling little girl? I’m 18, which makes me an adult."
I said,
"Well I’m 27 so 18 to me is a little girl."
At this point she stepped right up into my face and said,
"Call me little girl one more time."
The security guys saw what was happening and came right over to tell us to cool off or we would have to leave. We assured them there would not be a problem and they walked away. At this point I heard ‘Alpha Chick’ tell her friends if they got kicked out she would kick my ass. I let her know I heard her by saying,
"Dream on babe, you think you can kick my ass, take me outside and prove it."
‘Alpha Chick’ accepted the challenge and said to her friends,
"Ladies, it’s time to shut this bitch up"
She looked at me and said,
"You, outside."
With that she turned and started moving toward the front doors with her friends in tow. I followed close behind and noticed a considerable crowd coming out with us. As we left the building I knew she was taking me to the island, a grassy section in the middle of the parking lot where people went to smoke or cool off in the night air. I found myself becoming more and more nervous as we neared the island. How could she be so confident? What did she know that I didn't? My heart was pounding as it appeared half the bar had emptied to see what would happen. Suddenly I was feeling all the pressure was on me as I had challenged her. It was starting to look like a no win situation for me. If I beat her, I am a bully. But what if I lose. For the first time I began to consider that possibility. Her confidence was really starting to rattle me as she was showing no apprehension at all.
As we arrived at the center island in the parking lot, ‘Alpha Chick’ walked onto the grass and kicked off her stilettos and turned to face me. I walked up to her and noted that without her stilettos I had a good 3 inches on her. I gave her a little shove hoping to shake her confidence and said,
"Time to reconsider your options you little bitch."
She responded by pushing me back and a shoving match ensued. If I am being honest I would have to give her the edge in the shoving match as she kept me off balance with each push. At one point she knocked me on my ass to the delight of the crowd. Embarrassed, I got up as quickly as I could and determined my footwear was the problem so I decided to follow her lead and pulled my boots off one at a time and tossed them aside. At this point I learned her name was Ashley as her friends began cheering her on. It became apparent she was the crowd favorite as all I heard were encouraging comments for her,
"Cmon Ashley you can take her"
"Lets go Ash you got this"
I went right back at her and found myself in a full on fist fight. She was throwing punches and slapping at me and I returned fire with some of my own. She was clearly getting the better of me as I was unable to land any blows against her but I heard the crowd respond every time she landed a hard slap or punch. I knew I had to get closer to her to hit anything other than air so I grabbed a hold of her sweater and pulled her toward me. As I stepped forward I walked right into a solid right hand that dropped me to my knees. I was dazed but I managed to fight my way back to my feet amidst a barrage of slaps and punches. The crowd was going crazy for her and I heard a male voice say,
"The kid’s beating the shit out of her. Cmon lets go Ash.''
Seconds later I was dropped again by another vicious blow. I still had a hold of her sweater so I pulled her down to the grass with me and we began rolling around desperately trying to gain an advantage. I remember being on my side pushing down on her prone body when she grabbed a handful of hair and pulled violently from behind forcing me to my back. Near panic set in when I saw her swing her leg over and straddle me. I knew I was in major trouble and I began to buck, twist and turn in an effort to free myself but she managed to maintain her position on top of me. Somehow in the struggle, my right arm was trapped by my side under her knee. She began landing several hard slaps to the now unprotected right side of my face. I remember feeling like my head would explode with each stinging slap. She was slowly beating the will to fight out of me. I realized my struggling had become far more desperate than effective. It would have been obvious to everyone there that I was being dominated. I tried one last ditch effort to free myself. I kicked out my left leg and using my right for leverage, I lifted and turned my hips from right to left to force her off of me. She finally fell over on her side and I rolled into the top position but she had her legs wrapped around me. I managed to get in a couple of hard shots but she began squeezing me with her legs making it hard to breathe. She used her legs to force me to the ground face down and then she rolled onto my back. Ashley continued slapping at me but I was able to cover up. Seeing her attack was ineffective while I was face down, she began trying to roll me over. I resisted with everything I had but she eventually overpowered me and forced me to my back and I found myself right back where I started. I couldn't believe how strong she was. All I could do now was try to deflect her slaps but she was hitting more than she was missing and exhaustion was setting in. I heard her ask,
"Have you had enough?"
Finally after several more slaps and a couple of punches I knew I had no choice. It was clearly well past time to surrender.
"Yes!! Please stop!"
Ashley stopped hitting me but did not release me. I just lay there with my hands in front of me palms up in a defensive position. She told me she wanted to hear me say it and I knew she was demanding a submission. I almost choked on the words but I offered it.
"Yes I give, you win. I won’t mess with you again."
The cheering crowd made it perfectly clear this was the desired result as Ashley took a hold of my wrists and pressed them into the grass beside my head pinning me completely. She leaned in close and delivered the message I was to take from all of this.
"We will talk with any guy we want whenever we want and you have nothing to say about it. Do you understand?"
I just nodded silently as I felt the hot tears of humiliation burning my cheeks. With that she released my wrists and sat up straight and raised her arms over her head in victory while sitting on me. This drew a huge cheer from the crowd and I could see Ashley’s friends dancing around and celebrating. I was laying still and let my legs slide out straight in anticipation of her getting off of me. When she didn't I finally tried to ask her to let me up.
"Look, you made your point, now would you please just…"
That was as far as I got before she cut me off mid sentence.
"Shut up! I’m not through with you."
I immediately shut my mouth and stopped talking as she pressed my wrists back into the grass. My knees lifted as I instinctively pulled my feet back towards me in response to being pinned. Other than that, I offered no resistance at all. I lay quiet and still to let her know I had completely accepted defeat and had no intention of challenging her further. All I could do was hope she would finish what she needed to do and let me up. After another minute or so she was satisfied her dominance had been demonstrated so she smiled at me, gently slapped my cheeks and rose to her feet. She concluded our interaction with a warning.
"Now that you know what I can do to you, I suggest you be a little more careful running your mouth"
I was thinking at least it is over but there was one more indignity waiting for me. Ashley had stated earlier that she loved my boots and now announced that she would be claiming them as her victory trophy. She walked over and picked up the boots, lifting them into the air which drew more cheering from the crowd. They were all applauding and offering their hands for a high five opportunity with her. Wonderful guy that he was, Randy helped her step into the boots and after seeing that they fit he assured her and the crowd that she won them fair and square by beating my ass. With that he took her hand and raised her arm over her head symbolically declaring her the winner which drew an even louder response. All I could do is stand there and confront the fact I challenged her and I lost. Now here she was rocking my gorgeous Steve Madden boots and there was nothing I could do about it.
With the victory celebration concluded, everyone started heading back into the bar. Apparently I did have some support as a couple of women in their twenties kindly helped me clean up. Afterwards I followed the crowd as I tried to figure out how I was going to get home. Initially the staff was not going to allow me back into the bar without shoes but when I argued there were several women on the dance floor in their stocking feet at any given time they reluctantly allowed me in. I was given strict behavioral guidelines, I was not allowed to approach Ashley or any of her friends.
For the next three hours Randy did not come anywhere near me which was probably a good move on his part. During this time I had the pleasure of watching Ashley prance around the bar showing off her new boots while I wandered around in socks. It served as a constant reminder of what happened. I held out hope that Ashley would return the boots to me right up to the moment she left with her friends. As I watched her leave, I knew I would rather walk home without shoes than leave with Randy. I finally secured a ride home with a couple of women in their 40s that took pity on me. Needless to say, I never went out with Randy again.
The humiliation of it never really leaves me. I think about it far too often and it is never good. Friends try to console me by telling me it could have been worse although I am not sure how. They also tell me age has nothing to do with it and all I think about is how there was not a mark on Ashley but my face was bruised and swollen for days. I didn’t just lose, I was dominated by a girl nine years my junior. I am smart enough to know age has nothing to do with it but that does not take the sting away. I think the most embarrassing part for me is I allowed myself to get into a physical altercation with an 18 year old girl. I was older and supposedly wiser, why didn’t I just walk away? I don't know what I was thinking but I can’t help believing I got everything I deserved.
