Hey guys, here's a new story for you. I haven't written one in a while. 4 chapters in all. One every 2 or 3 days. The fight is in Chapter 4.
This is complete garbage. Like hogwash. Negative comments are well deserved. Enjoy!
THE GO-BETWEEN CHAPTER 1
I PROVIDE A SERVICE
The older woman looked across her desk at the two women sitting facing her and in a totally matter of fact way said, “You know a physical fight between two women is an awful thing.”
Her understated elegant business card read:
Ms. Simone Wilson
Female Conflict Management & Resolution
“But sometimes it is a necessity. So it needs to be done right. And that’s why you are here ladies, isn’t it? And I provide that service”
The two women she was speaking to nodded ever so slightly.
“Well the very first thing, before I offer my services to you, is for me to weigh you. Ava, you first. Please go to the bathroom back to the right and strip to bra and panties and then I will come in.”
Ava, a brunette, followed the instructions. After a few minutes Simone gently knocked on the bathroom door and Ava told her she was ready. Simone went in and closed the door. She wasn’t gone long, but left sitting alone in the office, the blonde, named Harper, swallowed hard and thought “What the fuck am I getting myself into?”
Soon Simone and Ava came out of the bathroom. Simone said, “128. OK Harper, your turn.”
The procedure was followed exactly the same way, and when Simone and Harper returned to the office Simone announced, “131. That’s fine. I’ll have nothing to do with mismatches.”
“So, what happens next, Simone?”
“I have found that it is best to wait one week before moving forward. In that time I would urge you two to resolve your dispute avoiding the violence.”
“Well that is not going to happen.”
“I have heard that before, and sometimes it is true, but not always, so we will wait for one week. And if at anytime either one of you has reconsidered, you may simply call me and I will alert the other woman that the interview has been cancelled.” “Interview” was Simone’s euphemism for fight.
“Well that’s not going to happen.”
“I see,” said Simone. “Well I have been doing this for a good number of years and I can tell you that less than half the time does the interview actually take place. So try and keep an open mind.”
“One more thing you need to know right now. Maybe the women who referred you to me have already told you. I require that if indeed you go through with fighting one another, it must be in the nude. No clothes, no jewelry.”
“Why?”
“Safety is the biggest concern. One woman gets the shirt of the other over her face she is blind and can’t defend herself. But there is something else. From what women have told me, and from my own personal experience, the whole event is more satisfying to the women who fight. Even women who have lost have told me that. In fact on the rare occasion when two women have come back to me for a rematch they demand it.”
“Are there any rules?”
“That’s up to the two of you. I won’t conduct the interview unless you two have explicitly agreed on the rules. It’s your fight. You need to do what you need to do. I have conducted everything from wrestling matches to all out no rules catfights. But if you agree on any rules you may be sure that I will enforce them.”
The two rivals sat in silence. They did not to want to offer limitations to their fight for fear of looking weak. Simone knew this and knew that the women were in need of a bit of help.
“Now, may I offer a suggestion or two?”
“Yes Simone, please.”
“Well from my experience when the fight is all about hatred for one another, as seems to be the case here, ‘Simone’s Modified Catfight Rules’ works best and is what usually my clients chose. Everything is allowed with 3 exceptions. First, no eye gouging, which goes without saying. Second, no scratching. I’ll check that your nails are trimmed and buffed before the interview. And third and most important, you may only hit with a closed fist while standing, not on the ground.”
“Why is that?”
“Well quite simply, if one woman is winning the fight and she mounts the other and begins to punch her opponent in the face……”
“Oh, I see,” said Ava. “What you say makes a lot of sense. I will agree to your “Modified Catfight Rules.”
“Wait a second,” said Harper. “Do I understand this correctly that I can go after her tits and pussy?”
“Yes you can Harper. In fact I would encourage you to, because if one woman is fighting dirty and the other is not, she ends up losing. Remember you are both naked. Tits and pussies are there for the taking. If you want to win the fight I suggest you get to the ‘honey pot’ and do your worst there.”
The two rivals shuddered at the thought and both instinctively crossed their legs at the same time. Honey pot?
How old is this woman?
“And how does the fight end?” asked Ava.
“With me beating the shit out of you and you crying for your Mommy.”
“Fuck you.”
“No, fuck you.”
“Ladies, that’s enough. Please. Ava has asked a good question Harper. The fight is over when one woman verbally surrenders. Usually “I’m done, you win” is the accepted phrase.” I will not allow any further violence once a winner has been determined. I will have a driver ready outside if you need assistance.”
And with that the meeting came to a conclusion. Simone told the women that if they chose to move forward with the interview that they have a check or cash sent to her within one week and she would begin to make the proper arrangements.
As Harper and Ava left the office they could not but notice two reasonably attractive 50 year old women pretending to read magazines in the waiting room. Behind them they heard Simone say, “Come right in ladies.”
