[Damerei]

Hello Eveyone! This is a sequel to my previous story Tangled Ambitions. It’s been a while since I posted that story, so I’ll link it here for anyone who hasn’t read it. As always I really appreciate any feedback!

Tangled Ambitions I: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=117018.0


Tangled Ambitions II: The Better Woman


Part I


Maria groaned as the bar inched away from her chest.

“Come on! Come on!” cried out the voice of the woman standing just above her as she lay on the bench. “You got this!”

Maria groaned even louder as she locked out her arms and let the bar fall back onto the rack.

She let out a cry of success as she stood up.

“That’s right baby! 185lbs.” said Grace as she gave her a jubilant high five. “How much does that bitch even weight? 140? You are so going to kick her ass again!”

Maria grinned. Grace’s enthusiasm was infectious.

She had met Grace just over five months ago, following what was one of the more unusual occurrences of her life. It had all started when she took a transfer with her company, Kinetic Solutions, moving from Albuquerque to Denver. That was where she met Lauren. Lauren Holmes, maybe the biggest bitch she had ever met, and that was saying something.

Right from the start Lauren had frozen her out. Constantly putting down her ideas and badmouthing her to their co-workers. She was just one of those women who had go be the alpha bitch. A true pick-me. It had been bad enough just working in the same office, but when they somehow got assigned to work on a project together it had gone from bad to worse.

Lauren has disputed every little detail, refusing to listen to any input Maria had on anything. And well, Maria couldn’t just let her walk all over her, not when she had struggled so hard to get to where she was, so she pushed back, arguing her side as aggressively as Lauren did.

Then, one day, out of nowhere, the crazy blonde asked her if she knew how to wrestle.

Maria couldn’t remember being so taken aback. Wrestle? Of course she didn’t know how to wrestle. What were they, in middle school? The thought of two grown, professional women settling their differences in some sort of quasi duel was ridiculous, right?

But how the hell was she supposed to back down from a challenge like that? If she said no Lauren’s gloating surely would have been unbearable. To tell the truth, once Lauren mentioned it, getting her hands on the other woman sounded better than just about anything. Funny that the one time the two of them could be semi-friendly was when the prospect of kicking each other’s asses was on the table.

And, well, a part of Maria had always wondered how she would handle herself against another woman.  

She had been competitive for as long as she could remember. It was in her blood, something she couldn’t turn off no matter how much she tried to downplay it. Growing up, she had played every sport she could, but tennis had always been her favorite. She had played all through her youth, competed in high school, and even played at the collegiate level. She still played occasionally, though not as often as she liked.  

But for Maria, a match was never just a match.  

There was always an undercurrent of something more, an edge to every close contest that made her feel like she was proving more than just who was the better player that day. It wasn’t about the score or the rankings. It was about her and the woman across from her. About which one of them was stronger, tougher, better.  

And when that woman was someone similar to her—someone who matched her in height, weight, build—it felt somehow primal.  

No one had ever made her feel that more than Mary Sanderson.  

They had been rivals for years. Almost eerie in their similarities—same height, same weight, nearly identical builds. Even their names were close. Mary. Maria.  

They had met countless times on the youth circuit, battling through long, grueling matches, neither able to establish true dominance over the other. Their skill levels were nearly identical. But when they both went on to rival colleges, their own rivalry intensified even more.

Maria had never forgotten the feeling of facing her across the net. The way their eyes would lock between points. The tension in the air when a match went deep into a third set.  

She had imagined it back then, after a particularly hard-fought match—what if they just threw their rackets aside and threw down right there in the middle of the court?  

She wondered what Mary would say if she What would she messaged her now, after all these years, and asked if she wanted to wrestle?  

She spent the next few days hardly able to think of anything except her and Lauren tangled up, rolling around the green mats in her home gym where she had shed so much sweat. She even dreamed about it. For reasons she didn’t understand, or maybe tried to ignore, when she dreamed of wrestling with Lauren, their bodies were stripped of every inch of clothing, as they strained against each other.

Even once they agreed Maria hadn’t honestly expected it to happen. And yet Lauren showed up on the agreed upon morning. They had been cordial at first, but of course Lauren couldn’t keep it up for long, and within a few minutes she was back to her old self, trying to bully and intimidate her.

Well fuck that, Maria had thought, this was her house. It was time to put this whore in her place. She just thought she was so much better, so superior. Before she knew it Maria was stripping off her clothes. She hardly knew what she was doing, she hadn’t even thought about it, all she wanted to do was show Lauren that she wasn’t intimidated by her. Lauren thought she was such a tough girl, such a badass challenging her to a wrestling match? She thought she was so much braver, thought she had her on the back foot? Let’s wrestle naked then bitch, what do you think of that?

She hadn’t known what to expect from Lauren, but no sooner had she stripped than the blonde was pulling off her own clothes.

Their match had been nasty. At times more of a catfight than a wrestling match in truth. They had really gone at it, holding nothing back. Maria had to admit, as much as she hated Lauren, the other woman was tough, strong, and scrappy. They had done things Maria hadn’t even imagined. Even squeezing each other’s boobs and going after their rival’s crotch.

For the vast majority of their battle Maria didn’t even know if she was winning or loosing. But when Lauren threatened to make her eat her pussy, Maria had become determined to flip that script of hers. No way was she eating this slut’s pussy in her own gym. And sure enough Maria got her head between her thighs, and Lauren ate the meal she had meant to serve Maria.

God. She had never felt anything so good. She loved her husband, and she would of course never tell him this. But she had never orgasmed nearly as hard as when she forced Lauren to eat her. It was something about seeing her beaten, the woman who thought she was her better. Seeing her put her body up against hers in the most intimate and primal way imaginable. Only for Maria to prove that she was better. Well, what more needs to be said.

When she returned to the office she honestly expected that Lauren would be gone, never to show her face again. What does someone do after all, when they are bested in a naked wrestling match by their co-worker, show up to work the next day? No. But sure enough when Maria entered their shared office she found Lauren sitting in her usual place.

For the rest of their project Lauren was agreeable and demure. Even downright obedient, following Maria’s lead on every aspect of the KL-500 control panel. The day they presented their project to Hank, Lauren sat silently beside her in his office and smiled.

When they left the room Maria thanked her for her help, and for being so cooperative, she said this second part with a grin, rubbing Lauren’s face in the fact that she lost their fight.

Lauren turned towards her, a most un-obedient snarl ripping across her face. “Ok Maria, you got your stupid panel, we’ll see if it actually works. Your ideas are a fucking joke.”

From that moment on their catty behavior in the office continued. With barley concealed arguments in meetings and much more aggressive arguments in private. They even bumped into each other in the hallways, whenever they passed each other, ramming shoulders and hips together without a word. Part of Maria was furious that Lauren seemingly refused to acknowledge her superiority. Another part of her was thrilled. The competition between them lit a fire in Maria’s chest like nothing else. From that first day on Maria knew that they were destined to fight again.

And that very day she went to the gym, where she was a loyal and very active member and signed up for sessions with a personal trainer. If she knew Lauren, and after having her naked body coiled around her’s she was pretty sure she did, the blonde woman would be training with a new fervor, and she figured she better do the same. She’d be damned before she let that self righteous slut walk over her.


Part II



That’s when she met Grace.  

Maria had walked into the gym that evening with one goal in mind—get stronger. Their match had been close, she needed to make sure that if she and Lauren ever did go at it again she wouldn’t be at a disadvantage.

So Maria had marched straight to the front desk and asked about personal training. That was when they pointed her to Grace.  

The first thing Maria had noticed was that she was fit. Grace was a few inches taller than her, with broad shoulders, toned arms, and the kind of muscle definition that made it obvious she knew her way around a weight rack. She was lean and strong, the kind of woman who made everything look effortless.  

And, on top of all that, she was pretty. Unfairly so.  

Her red hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, a few strands falling loose around her face, and when she turned to Maria with a bright, easygoing grin, Maria felt immediately out of her depth.  

“So,” Grace had said, resting her hands on her hips. “What are you looking to get out of training?”  

Maria opened her mouth, but for a second nothing came out. Standing in front of Grace, she suddenly felt like an idiot. She couldn’t exactly say, “Hey, I need to make sure I can kick my coworker’s ass next time we wrestle.”

So instead, she scrambled for a normal answer. “Uh… just looking to get fitter. You know. And, uh… look good.”  

Grace’s lips twitched, like she was trying not to laugh. “Alright, that’s one way to put it.” She gave Maria a bored look. “Well, let’s see what we’re working with.”  

From there, Maria barely had time to breathe.  

Grace worked her, pushing her through a brutal circuit of squats, presses, rows, and sprints that had her legs shaking and her arms burning in minutes. Maria had always considered herself in decent shape, but by the time they were halfway through the session, she was drenched in sweat and questioning all of her life choices.  

Grace, meanwhile, barely seemed fazed. She demonstrated every movement with perfect control, corrected Maria’s form when she needed it, and kept up a steady stream of conversation like this wasn’t physically killing her.  

By the time the hour was up, Maria could barely stand.  

“Not bad,” Grace said, grinning as Maria sat on a bench, breathing hard. “I mean, for someone who says she just wants to look good.”  

Maria shot her a tired glare. “That was brutal.”  

Grace shrugged. “That’s what you’re paying me for, unless you just want me to give you a booty boot camp or a pilates class.”

Maria huffed out a laugh, shaking her head. “No, no, this is perfect. It was exactly what I was looking for.”  

Grace’s grin widened. “Good.”  

Over the next two weeks, Maria learned three things about Grace.  

One: She was an absolute menace in the gym. She never let Maria slack, always pushing her past what she thought was her limit. If Maria looked like she might be catching her breath, Grace was already throwing another set at her.  

Two: She was obnoxiously charming. Somehow, even when Maria was sweating through her shirt and dying on the floor, Grace managed to keep things light, cracking jokes, teasing her, making her want to push harder just to shut her up.  

Three: She was actually really cool.  

Somewhere between gasping for air between sets and griping about how sore she was, Maria realized she actually liked Grace. She was fun, friendly, and pushed Maria places she would never have gotten to by herself.

Every muscle, every inch of her skin felt stretched and worked in a way that was both exhausting and deeply satisfying. It had been two weeks since she’d started training with Grace, and the difference was already obvious.  

Her legs felt stronger, her arms more defined. Her stamina had improved, her movements felt sharper, and—maybe the most surprising thing—she actually liked pushing herself this hard.  

That was all because of Grace.  

Maria had never trained like this before. Not really. Sure, she had always been active, had spent plenty of time in the gym, but this was different. Grace didn’t let her just go through the motions—she forced Maria to push past her limits.  

When Maria thought she couldn’t get through another rep, Grace would stand over her, grinning like the absolute menace she was, and say, “You’ve got three more in you.”  

When Maria’s legs were shaking, when her arms felt like they were about to give out, Grace would lean in and whisper “Come on, you think she’s quitting right now?” While pointing out another fit woman somewhere across the gym.

And that always did it.  

Every time Grace pointed out some other woman Maria’s mind put Lauren in her place —Lauren, training somewhere, getting stronger, preparing to take her down. The idea of it sent a surge of adrenaline through her veins every time.  

So she kept pushing.  

She trained until her muscles screamed, until her shirt clung to her skin, until she collapsed onto the bench at the end of each session, breathless and spent.  

And every time, Grace would sit down next to her, slap her on the back, and say something like, “See? That’s how you get stronger.”  

And Maria was getting stronger. But that wasn’t what had been occupying her mind the most lately.  

It was the fact that she wanted to tell Grace the truth.  
  
The idea of telling Grace had been gnawing at Maria for weeks.  

She didn’t know why she wanted to tell her.  

Maybe it was because Grace was the one person in her life right now who pushed her, who challenged her, who understood what it meant to throw everything into something physical. Maybe it was because, for all of Grace’s teasing, she never seemed judgmental. Or maybe it was just because Maria was tired of keeping it to herself, of carrying this ridiculous, insane secret alone.  

Whatever the reason, the words had been sitting at the back of her throat for weeks, begging to be spoken.  

But how?  

How did she explain that she wasn’t just training for fitness? That she wasn’t here to run a race, or impress someone, or even just feel better about herself?  

How did she tell Grace that she was training because she had wrestled a woman from her office, completely naked by the way, in a full-blown battle for dominance, and that she knew they were going to do it again?  

Every time she thought about saying it out loud, she stopped herself.  

Because it sounded insane.  

But then, one day, Grace unknowingly handed her an opening.  

It had been three months since Maria started training with her, and she was stronger than she’d ever been. But today, Grace had her working the dip station, and Maria was struggling.  

Her arms were on fire, her shoulders shaking as she tried to push herself up again, sweat dripping down the back of her neck.  

And that’s when Grace, standing behind her with her usual easy confidence, said, “Come on, just imagine you’re pushing down another woman your size.”  

Maria grunted in surprise, but the words hit something inside her. Her mind immediately conjured up an image of Lauren, that familiar tension, the feeling of forcing her down…  

And suddenly, Maria found herself grinding out three more reps.  

When she dropped back down, gasping for breath, Grace let out a laugh and held out a hand. “There you go!”  

Maria slapped her palm in a high-five, still panting. Then she let out a breathless laugh and said, “Okay, but what was that? Pushing down a woman?”  

Grace smirked. “It’s just a mental trick. Whenever I’m struggling in an exercise, I pretend I’m up against someone else. It makes me push harder.” She mimed grappling an invisible opponent. “Like, if I’m deadlifting? I picture trying to rip someone off the ground. If I’m benching? I imagine shoving them off me. And dips?” She grinned. “Pushing them down.”

Maria wiped the sweat from her forehead, trying to keep her face neutral, but inside, her heart was racing.  

Because that? That hit way too close to home.  

Her mind immediately flashed to Lauren, to their fight, to the feeling of struggling against her, to the way she had pinned her down, to the electricity in the air between them.  

Maria swallowed, her pulse still hammering.  

This was her chance.  

She could tell her. Right now.  

The words were right there.  

So, before she could stop herself, she cleared her throat and asked, “You ever actually fought another woman before?”  

Grace raised an eyebrow, like she hadn’t expected the question. Then she grinned. “Oh, yeah.”  

She stretched out her arms. “Me and my sister used to go at it all the time growing up. We’re only two years apart, so we were always competing over something. When we were little, it was just dumb stuff—playground fights, wrestling over the remote. But in high school? It got more intense. We’d wrestle in the living room, knocking over furniture, slamming into walls. And in college? Forget it.”  

Maria smiled, feeling a bit less awkward. “So who won more?”  

Grace huffed. “I wish I could say me, but honestly? It was pretty damn even. She’s tough as hell.” She cracked her knuckles. “We haven’t really fought since we graduated, but every now and then, if we’re both home for the holidays, we’ll have a friendly match.”  

Maria laughed. “Like, full-on wrestling?”  

“Oh yeah. No rules or rounds or anything, just let’s see who can pin who first kind of deal.”

Grace took a sip from her water bottle, then tilted her head at Maria. “What about you? You Ever fought before?”  

Maria’s stomach flipped.  

This was it.  

She could lie. She could dodge the question, keep the secret buried a little longer.  

But instead, she took a slow breath, wiped her sweaty palms on her leggings, and finally said it.  

“Well… yeah.”  

Grace’s eyebrows lifted slightly, but she didn’t interrupt.  

Maria exhaled, shaking her head. “Okay, I need you to promise me that when I tell you this, you won’t think I’m insane.”  

Grace grinned. “That’s a big ask.”  

“I mean it.”  

“Alright, alright,” Grace said, holding up her hands in surrender. “No judgment.”  

Maria hesitated just a second longer—then she went for it.  

She told Grace everything.  

She told her about Lauren. About the rivalry, the passive-aggressive meetings, the outright fights they’d had in the office. About how one day, out of nowhere, Lauren had challenged her to a wrestling match.  

Grace’s eyes widened in disbelief at that, but she still didn’t say anything.

So Maria kept going.  

She told her about how she had accepted. About how, in the days leading up to it, she hadn’t been able to think about anything else. And then, finally, she told her about the fight itself.  

She left nothing out.  

How things had started tense, but controlled—until the anger took over. How they had stripped down, how they had struggled, tangled, and fought like their lives depended on it.  

How Maria had won. How she had wrapped her legs around her head. How she had shoved her pussy in her face. How Lauren had eaten her.

And how, ever since she and Lauren had finished their project, she knew they were going to do it again.

When she finally stopped talking, her pulse was racing.  

Grace just stared at her.  

For a second, Maria panicked. This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have told her.

Then, after a beat of silence, Grace burst out laughing.  

“Holy shit, Maria!” She shook her head, grinning like she had just heard the wildest story of her life. “You fucking wrestled your coworker, naked! Holy shit!”  

Maria groaned, covering her face. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you.”  

“No, no, no, I love this,” Grace said, still laughing. “This is insane! This is like… straight-up animal kingdom dominance shit!”  

Maria peeked at her through her fingers. “Oh my god, shut up.”  

Grace wiped at her eyes, still grinning. “No wonder you’ve been training so hard. This is next level!” 

Maria huffed out a breath. “So… you don’t think I’m crazy?”  

Grace gave her a look. “Oh, no, you’re definitely crazy.” Then she smirked. “But I respect it.”  

Maria let out a laugh, the tension in her chest finally breaking.  

She had told her.  

And it felt good.

Grace was still grinning, shaking her head in disbelief. “I can’t get over this,” she said, stretching out her legs as she sat on the mat. “Like, actually—you and some office bitch just… stripped down and fought it out? That actually happened?”  

Maria exhaled through her nose, still coming down from the high of confessing. “Yeah. It actually happened.”  

Grace let out a low whistle. “Damn.”  

She studied Maria for a moment, eyes sharp with curiosity. Then, voice softer but no less exited, she asked, “So what was it like?”  

Maria hesitated. Not because she didn’t know, but because putting it into words felt impossible.  

She ran a hand through her damp hair, searching for the right way to explain it. “It was…” She shook her head. “It was a rush.”  

“A rush, huh?”  

Maria met her gaze, something unreadable flickering across her expression. “I’ve never done anything like it before. It wasn’t just fighting, it was…” She paused, exhaling. “Primal. Feral. Completely unhinged.”  

She shook her head again, almost in disbelief at herself. “You spend your whole life playing by the rules, staying civil, pretending to be the bigger person. And then one day, it’s just… gone. No rules. No office politics. Just two people, going all in, seeing who’s stronger.”  

Maria leaned back on her hands, staring at the ceiling. “It was so freeing. No restraints, no bullshit—just raw, physical struggle. I mean, I definitely hate that bitch, but honestly, I fucking loved fighting her. I felt alive.”

She let out a small, breathy laugh, shaking her head. “I don’t even know how else to describe it.”  

Grace was quiet for a beat. Then she let out a short laugh of her own. “Shit, Maria.”  

Maria turned her head toward her. “What?”  

Grace grinned, like she was trying to hold in her laughter. “You really do sound fucking crazy.”  

They both burst out laughing, drawing some eyes from around the gym.

Grace leaned back, stretching out her arms before continuing on quietly. “I get it, though. I mean, I loved wrestling my sister.” She smirked. “I know it’s not exactly the same, but still. We haven’t done it in a while, but it’s always been one of my favorite things. Just testing yourself against someone, feeling that struggle.” She shrugged. “There’s nothing else like it.”  

Maria nodded, still processing everything she had just admitted.  

And then Grace, almost awkwardly, cleared her throat.  

“So… uh.” She scratched the back of her neck, looking away for a second before forcing herself to meet Maria’s eyes. “If you think you and Lauren are going to go at it again…”  

Maria raised an eyebrow.  

Grace smirked, but there was something hesitant behind it. “Do you… wanna practice?”  

Maria blinked.  

She hadn’t been expecting that.  

Grace quickly added, “I mean, you’re training like crazy, and I do have a little bit of experience I guess. If you want to actually be ready for her, maybe we should, you know… give it a go.”  

Maria hesitated, suddenly hyper-aware of the tension between them.  

Not a bad tension, necessarily, just… something charged.  

She wasn’t opposed to the idea. Hell, she had been thinking about getting some real grappling practice in. But the thought of wrestling Grace, someone she actually liked, someone she respected, felt different.  

Maria exhaled, glancing away for a second before forcing herself to smirk. “You sure you can handle me?”  

Grace grinned. “Oh, I know I can handle you.”  

Maria chuckled, shaking her head. “Alright. Let’s give it a go next session.”  

Grace clapped her hands together. “Hell yeah.”  

Maria couldn’t tell if she was nervous or excited.  


Part III


Two days later she found out, as she walked into the gym feeling like she was about to puke.  

She reminded herself that she had agreed to this. She had wanted this. But now that it was actually happening, her stomach twisted in a way it never did before a workout.  

This wasn’t lifting weights. This wasn’t running on a treadmill. 

She was about to wrestle her personal trainer, who was bigger, stronger, and had years of experience grappling with her sister.  

Maria swallowed hard as she spotted Grace waiting for her near the front desk. As usual, Grace was already smiling, her easygoing confidence completely intact. But instead of leading Maria toward the weight room like usual, she motioned for her to follow in the opposite direction.  

Maria frowned. “Where are we going?”  

Grace just smirked. “You’ll see.”  

She led Maria down a hallway and pushed open a door to reveal a gymnastics room.  

The floor was padded, the bright overhead lights casting sharp reflections against the blue mats.  

Maria stepped inside, glancing around. “Didn’t know this was here.”  

Grace chuckled. “Yeah, well, they usually run classes in here, but we’ve got an hour before the next one starts. Should be plenty of time.”  

Maria’s stomach tightened.  

She glanced over at Grace, who had already started pulling off her sneakers and socks, tossing them into a pile near the wall.

She followed suit, kicking off her shoes and peeling off her socks, suddenly feeling exposed despite the fact that she was still dressed, unlike her only other experience ever.

Grace was in her usual athletic shorts and sports bra, her toned arms flexing slightly as she stretched out her shoulders. Maria, in her sports bra and fitted yoga pants.

For the first time, she wondered if this had been a mistake.  

They were friends.  

And yet, here they were, standing barefoot on the mats, about to wrestle each other.  

Grace must have sensed the hesitation because she smirked and tilted her head. “Getting cold feet?”  

Maria exhaled sharply, shaking off the nerves. “Not a chance.”  

Grace grinned. “Good, because I’m not going easy on you. You might regret agreeing to do this.”

They moved toward the center of the mat, facing each other, standing just a few feet apart.  

The awkwardness hung between them for a beat too long.  

Then Grace smirked. “So… how do you wanna start this?”  

Maria let out a small laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. “Hell if I know, I’ve only done this once. You’re the one with all the experience.”  

Grace rolled her shoulders. “Alright, let’s keep it simple. No rounds, no points—just a pin or a submission to win.”  

Maria nodded, trying to shake off the tension settling in her shoulders. “Sounds fair.”  

Grace took a step forward. “Ready?”  

Maria swallowed, forcing herself to focus. This is just practice. Just another workout.

She nodded. “Yeah.”  

It started tentative, cautious—both of them circling, trying to feel each other out.  

Maria struck first, lunging low, trying to wrap her arms around Grace’s waist. But Grace reacted fast, twisting out of the way and hooking her arm around Maria’s shoulder, dragging her downward.  

Maria grunted, trying to shake her off, but Grace’s grip was iron. They struggled, bodies pressing, twisting—Maria trying to slip free, Grace keeping control.  

Maria fought hard. She struggled, rolled, tried to use every ounce of strength she had to throw Grace off. And for a few moments, she thought she had a chance.  

But Grace was strong, stronger than Maria had expected. And she clearly had a much better idea of what she was doing than her.

Every time Maria tried to break away, Grace countered. Every time Maria thought she had an opening, Grace shut it down.  

They rolled across the mat, muscles straining, breath sharp and ragged. Maria was giving everything she had, but Grace was just crushing her.

Still, Maria didn’t make it easy for her.  

She fought. She refused to give in, refused to let Grace just take the win. She forced Grace to work for it, twisting, squirming, using every ounce of speed she had.  

At one point, Maria managed to reverse their positions, getting on top for a split second.  

Grace let out a short strangled laugh. “There you go.”  

Maria didn’t have time to enjoy the victory.  

Because within seconds, Grace twisted beneath her, and hauled her over onto her back.

Maria barely had time to react before she felt Grace’s body press against her, pinning her shoulders to the mat.  

Her breath came fast and hard, her heart hammering against her ribs.  

Grace grinned down at her, eyes gleaming. “Gotcha.”  

Maria gritted her teeth, thrashing beneath her, trying to break free. But Grace was locked in, her weight perfectly distributed, keeping Maria trapped.  

Maria let out a sharp breath, frustration burning in her chest. They were both breathing hard, skin slick with sweat, chests rising and falling rapidly.  Maria’s pulse pounded.  

She hated losing. Hated knowing that Grace was stronger than her.  

But at the same time, something inside her was thrumming with energy. Despite the fact that she was getting her ass kicked, she wanted more.  

Finally, Maria exhaled sharply. “Alright,” she gasped, smiling up at Grace. “You win this one.”  

Grace grinned and released her, rolling off and sitting up. “Damn right I do.”  

Maria groaned, rubbing her arms before propping herself up on her elbows. “Okay, that was harder than I expected.”  

Grace chuckled. “Yeah? You thought you I was some random chick from your office you could just throw around?

Maria huffed out a breath, shaking her head. “I thought I might last more than 5 minutes.”

Grace just smirked. “Come on. We’ve got time for one more round.”  

Maria groaned dramatically but didn’t say no.  

For the next two months, Maria and Grace trained like usual—lifting, sprinting, grinding through brutal workouts. But now, once or twice a week, their sessions ended with wrestling that got increasingly.  

From the moment they stepped onto the mat, all their usual joking and easy banter faded away. The moment Grace nodded— Ready?—Maria was on her, giving it everything she had.  

And yet every time, Grace was ready for her.  

Maria had known going in that Grace had the edge. She was younger, stronger, faster, and had been doing this far longer than Maria had.

Maria fought with everything she had. She lasted longer. She got better. She learned to anticipate Grace’s counters, to be quicker, to be smarter.  

But no matter how hard she pushed, Grace always had the upper hand.  

She was too strong. Too experienced.  

And Maria?  

Maria hated losing, but she didn’t stop.  

Because every match made her better. Every pin, every counter, every time Grace forced her into submission, Maria learned.  

She learned how to stay on her feet longer. How to shift her weight at the right moment. How to breathe through the struggle instead of wasting energy on pure brute force.  

She still wasn’t winning. But she was fighting, and that was enough to keep her coming back.  

There was never any animosity. She still liked Grace, despite the fact that the redheaded trainer was routinely kicking her ass. They had fun with it, and unlike her scrap with Lauren, these bouts were punctuated with laughter and playful trash talk. They kept things clean, for the most part.  

There were no cheap moves here. No hair-pulling, no clawing. Grace didn’t grab her tits, she didn’t go after Grace’s pussy.

But that didn’t mean it was gentle.  

There were moments when it got brutal, where Maria would find herself crushed beneath Grace’s weight, her limbs trapped, her breath ragged as she tried desperately to get free.  

And then there were moments where Maria was the aggressor, where she would drive into Grace, throwing everything she had into finally pinning her down, only to have Grace counter at the last second, flipping the fight back in her favor.  

They weren’t holding back, and that’s what made it so damn addictive. Maria absolutely loved these matches.  

She left every one of them sore, exhausted, drenched in sweat—but also thrumming with something deep in her chest, something she had only ever felt once before.  

After Lauren.

The rush of it. The fight. The struggle.  

It was the only thing that came close.  

And every time she walked out of that gym, Maria felt it building, pressing against her ribs like a caged animal.  

Because as much as she loved wrestling Grace…  

It wasn’t her that Maria wanted. Or rather, it wasn’t just her.

Not really.  

It was Lauren.

And Maria knew—knew—that no matter how much she trained, no matter how many times she fought Grace, no matter how much better she got, nothing would be enough until she faced Lauren again.  



Part IV



And so that brought her to today. It was Monday morning, and she was already in a mood.

Her weekend had been nothing but catching up on work and training, with Grace pushing her through grueling circuits, wrestling her into the mat over and over. And even though Maria was getting better, she still wasn’t strong enough to take Grace down consistently. She still enjoyed their matches when she felt she was doing well. When she didn’t it just pissed her off.

And worse? The more she trained, the hungrier she became. Because no matter how much she wrestled Grace, no matter how much she loved the fight, it wasn’t the fight she wanted.  

It wasn’t Lauren.  

So when she walked into the conference room that morning and saw Lauren already sitting at the table, looking smug as hell, Maria’s blood pressure spiked.  

The meeting had barely started before things got ugly.  

It began with a disagreement—just normal workplace bullshit, something about the new revisions to the KL-500 control panel specs. But with them, it was never just business.  

Maria made a suggestion. Lauren shot it down.  

Maria countered. Lauren scoffed.  

Their voices grew sharper, their tones more clipped, and before long, they weren’t talking about the project at all.  

They were talking about each other.

Maria leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “Well, Lauren, if you actually listened to someone else’s ideas for once, maybe we wouldn’t have to keep fixing your mistakes.”  

Lauren smiled, sickly sweet. “Oh, I am listening. I just don’t take advice from someone who’s barely competent enough to even have their job.”

One of their coworkers let out a small, nervous cough.  

Hank, their manager, shot them both a look.  “Alright, that’s enough.”  

Neither of them acknowledged him.  

Maria’s nails dug into her arm, as she struggled to keep herself from yelling.  “Oh, right. Because you’re just so great at your job. Remind me again, how did the last thing you were in charge of go? Oh, right—it fucking tanked?”  

Lauren’s jaw clenched, but she didn’t falter. “At least I don’t half-ass everything and expect to be praised for mediocrity.”  

Maria let out a sharp laugh. “Mediocrity?  I carried our last project.”  

Lauren’s eyes burned. “You carried shit, Maria.”  

At this point, the tension in the room was unbearable. Their coworkers were shifting uncomfortably in their seats, avoiding eye contact, pretending to be very focused on their notes.  

“Just face it Lauren,” Maria growled, momentarily forgetting their audience, “I have proven that I’m better than you, and if you need a reminder, please just let me know.”

Lauren’s face contorted with rage as she opened her mouth to respond.

Hank cleared his throat loudly, cutting her reply off. “I said enough,” he repeated, sharper this time. “Let’s move on.”  

Maria smirked, staring Lauren down.  

Lauren glared back.

For now, they dropped it.  

But Maria wasn’t done.  

Not even close.  


Part V


About an hour later Maria sat at her desk, staring at her computer screen, but she wasn’t working. She could still feel the heat in her chest from that damn meeting. She had spent the last hour replaying every sharp remark and angry look Lauren had given her.

She imagined them throwing down right there. Just jumping over the table and putting her in her place in front of everyone in the room

Just as she was thinking that, there was a knock at her office door.   

Maria smirked before she even turned. She knew exactly who it was.   

“Busy,” she called, making no move to get up. “Unlike some people, I actually have work to do.”   

The door swung open anyway.  

Lauren stepped inside, looking pissed off but trying to keep it together. She shut the door behind her, taking her time.

Maria just leaned back in her chair, “You look mad. Did I hurt your feelings back there?”  

Lauren crossed her arms. “You’re a real smug bitch, you know that?”  

Maria smirked, deciding to goad her on. “Well, I did make you submit, didn’t I, so I guess I have the right to be.”

Lauren’s whole body tensed for just a second before she covered it with a scoff. “You think one lucky win makes you better than me?”  

Maria shrugged. “Oh, I don’t think. I know.”  

Lauren stepped forward, and for one wild moment Maria thought she might jump her right here, but she just placed her hands flat on Maria’s desk, leaning in just enough to invade her space.

“Ok, Maria you beat me, congratu-fucking-lations. But it’s not like you dominated me. You got lucky, and you still barely won.”


Maria tilted her head, letting her voice drop just slightly. “You’re still thinking about it, aren’t you? That moment when you were stuck under me, when you couldn’t get out, when my pussy was in your face.”

Lauren’s jaw clenched. “That was a fluke, if we wrestled ten times, I’d beat you eight of them at least.”

Maria didn’t blink. “But the one time we did fight, you were on your back, your head was between my legs, and you gave up.”  

Lauren out a short, humorless laugh and shook her head. “You really want to do this again?”  

Lauren exhaled through her nose, a slow smile creeping across her face. She had been waiting for this since the moment their first fight ended.  

“You tell me.”  

Lauren’s eyes darkened with something between frustration and excitement. She nodded once. “Yeah. We’re doing this again.”  

Maria’s pulse picked up, but she forced herself to stay casual. “Good.”  

Lauren took a step back, “Not at your place.”

Maria’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Why? Afraid I’ll have home-field advantage?”

“Are you scared to lose it?”

Maria scoffed. “You really need an excuse, don’t you?”

Lauren just shrugged. “Neutral ground.”

Maria drummed her fingers against her desk, pretending to consider it, though she already knew it didn’t matter. She would wrestle Lauren in a park if she had to.  

It didn’t matter where they fought, so long as she could get her hands on the blond woman again.

“Fine,” she said smoothly. “I’ll find the spot.”

Lauren nodded, then turned for the door. Just before she left, she glanced back over her shoulder. “You better be ready this time.”  

Maria leaned back in her chair, smirking. “I was ready last time. That’s why you lost.”  

Lauren’s eyes flickered, but she didn’t take the bait. She left without another word, shutting the door behind her.  


Part VI


Maria stormed into the gym, her pulse still pounding from the confrontation at work.  

She barely remembered the drive over. Her mind was stuck in that office, in Lauren’s face, in the way their argument had spiraled into exactly what she had wanted.  

Lauren had challenged her again.  

And Maria had accepted.  

Now, she needed to move, needed to feel her muscles strain, needed to burn through this adrenaline before she lost her damn mind.  

She spotted Grace near the squat racks, casually stretching. She wasn’t even looking in Maria’s direction yet, but before Maria could stop herself, the words were already spilling out.

“It’s happening.”

Grace turned, raising an eyebrow. “What?”  

Maria dropped her gym bag, still buzzing. “The rematch. It’s on.”  

Grace’s mouth curled into a slow grin. “No fucking way.”  

Maria nodded, barely able to stand still. “We were arguing in a meeting about… well, I don’t really know. And then afterwards she came to my office  We argued again, and now we’re going to wrestle again.”  

Grace let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head. “Damn, Maria, I leave you alone for one day and you’re already picking fights at work?”  

Maria smirked. “It’s not picking fights if they ask for it.”  

Grace crossed her arms. “So when’s it happening?”  

Maria exhaled. “I don’t know. We didn’t say. She doesn’t want to do it at my place.”  

Grace arched an eyebrow. “What, is she scared of your home-court advantage?”  

Maria rolled her eyes. “She said she wants neutral ground.”  

Grace chuckled. “That’s rich, coming from the woman who lost. Why does she get to set the conditions?”

Maria scoffed. “Right? But whatever—fine. I told her I’d figure it out.”  

Grace hummed, thinking. Then, her grin widened. “What about here?”  

Maria frowned. “What?”  

Grace nodded toward the hallway. “The gymnastics room.”  

Maria blinked.  

Then, slowly, a smirk tugged at her lips.  

That… actually wasn’t a bad idea.

Padded floors. Privacy. No distractions.  

It could be perfect.

She tilted her head. “We can get in after hours? We obviously can’t do it when the gym’s open.”  

Grace tapped her chest. “Got a key.”  

Maria let out a breath, already picturing it. “Shit. That might actually work.”  

Grace smirked. “Of course it works. I thought of it.”  

Maria rolled her eyes but couldn’t help grinning.  

Then, finally, she let herself breathe. She was ready for this.  


Her body still buzzed from the anticipation, her muscles practically screaming for movement. She wasn’t done yet.  

She turned toward the weight bench. “Come on. Are we lifting or what?”

Grace chuckled. “You got it.”  

They loaded the bar, starting with a warm-up set.

Every rep felt sharper. Her whole body felt stronger.

By the time they loaded up 185 lbs, Grace was watching her with a mix of amusement and something close to pride.

“You sure about this?” Grace asked.  

Maria grinned. “Absolutely.“  

She lowered the bar.  

Pressed.  

She groaned as the bar inched away from her chest.

“Come on! Come on!” Grace cried out  “You got this!”

Maria groaned even louder as she locked out her arms and let the bar fall back onto the rack.

She let out a cry of success as she stood up.

“That’s right baby! 185lbs.” said Grace as she gave her a jubilant high five. “How much does that bitch even weight? 140? 145? You are so going to kick her ass again!”

Grace smacked her on the shoulder. “New PR?”  

Maria exhaled, wiping sweat from her brow. “New PR.”  

She ducked down, miming a takedown in her trainer’s direction.

Grace chuckled. “You gonna fight her right now?”  

Maria smirked. “Fuck it, if she was here I just might.”

Grace shook her head, still grinning. “You’re out of your freaking mind.”  

Maria slapped her shoulder, earning another laugh.

“Come on,” Grace said,” Let’s go do some sled pushes. Need to get ready to shove that arrogant bitch across the room.”




Maria gritted her teeth as she pushed the sled across the artificial turf, her muscles burning with effort. She crossed the end line, letting go of the sled as she dropped her hands to her knees and struggled to catch her breath.  

Grace, standing behind her, let out a low whistle. “Damn. You are STRONG today!”

Maria rolled her shoulders, shaking out the tension. “Gotta be. Big day coming up.”

Grace smiled. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t go breaking yourself before you even get there. Don’t want you go in hurt.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Maria replied as she reached for her phone to check the time, but as soon as she picked it up, her breath caught in her throat.

A message from Lauren.  

She opened it, and her chest tightened.  

It was a photo.  

Lauren stood in front of a mirror, clearly in a gym locker room.  Her body glistening with sweat.

She wore tiny black shorts spandex shorts on her legs, low on her hips. She was barefoot, her stance aggressive and deliberate. One leg was planted firmly in front of the other, flexing her leg so that her quad and calf muscles looked as hard and big as possible, the muscle definition standing out under the bright lights.  

She was flexing her arm in a classic pose, bicep peaked, her lean, sculpted abs fully visible. Every inch of her looked hard, strong, like someone who had been training relentlessly for months.  

And she was topless. Her sweat shiny breasts jutting forward, her nipples hardened into peaks of pink.

Her damp platinum blonde hair, cut into a messy pixie, clung slightly to her forehead, giving her a raw, wild look.  

But it was her expression that got Maria the most.  

That smirk. That sharp, confident smirk like she knew exactly what she was doing. Like she was daring Maria to react. Her icy blue eyes locked onto her reflection, but Maria knew the message was meant for her.  

She glanced down at the caption.  

“I hope you're ready, bitch, because I am.”

Maria exhaled slowly, gripping the phone a little tighter. She felt a rush of heat in her face and it felt like her heart was beating in her throat,

Grace, who had been watching her face, raised an eyebrow. “What’s up?”  

Maria turned the screen toward her.  

Grace just stared for a few moments, then let out a low whistle, “Topless? That’s a bold move.”

She continued to stare at the photo, seemingly enraptured, before laughing quietly, “Well, judging by how hard her nipples are, I’d say she’s as excited for this fight as you are.”

“Damn, shit.” Grace blurted out in a sudden rush of doubt, “she looks a lot fitter than last time Grace. Fuck. What if last time really was a fluke? What if she kicks my ass?”

Grace placed a steadying hand on her shoulder, “Girl, will you please calm down. Yes, she’s clearly been working, but so have you. She’s just trying to get in your head.”

Maria wiped sweat from her forehead, rolling out her shoulders. “Yeah, well, it’s working.”  

Grace arched an eyebrow. “Oh, shut up. It just caught you off guard.” She paused, “you know, what you really need is to fight back.”

Maria looked at her. “What do you mean?”  

Grace shrugged. “She sent that picture to rattle you. You should send one back. Let her know that not only are you not intimidated, but you’re coming for her.”  

Maria considered it, then laughed in spite of herself. “Alright. Let’s do it.”  

They powered through the rest of their session, Maria pushing herself hard, her muscles burning with effort. By the time they were done, she felt as strong as she had ever been. Her arms and shoulders were fully pumped, veins teasing along her biceps. Her abs were cut, deep and defined, her core feeling like solid rock. Her legs ached in the best way, thick quads tight and powerful.  

By the time they hit the locker room, she knew she was as pumped as she was going to get.

The room was empty, nothing but the hum of the vents and the cool, sterile air of the gym.  

Maria kicked off her shoes, then peeled off her yoga pants, leaving herself in just the athletic green underwear she had underneath. Then she grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, stripping down to her sports bra. She pulled that off before she could think about the fact that Grace was about to get an eye full of her bare boobs.

Grace, standing a few feet away, let out a slow, appreciative whistle as she gave Maria a thorough once-over.  

“Holy shit,” she said, shaking her head. “You look dangerous.”  

Maria giggled, rolling her shoulders, feeling the way her muscles moved beneath her skin. “That’s the plan.”  

She couldn’t believe that she was practically naked in front of her personal trainer.

Grace stepped closer, nodding toward Maria’s arms. “Your biceps are ridiculous right now. That pump is insane. You look like you could tear her apart.” She moved her gaze lower, lips curling into a smile. “And damn, your abs. They look like they could crack a walnut. Lauren’s not gonna know what hit her.”  

Maria giggled, sounding a bit crazy. Grace knew just how to hype her up. She adjusted her stance slightly, feeling her core tighten.  

Then Grace’s eyes honed in on her chest, and she grinned. “And I mean, not to be that person, but your tits are looking phenomenal right now. If this was a competition in who looks hotter flexing half-naked, you’d already have this fight won.”  

Maria laughed, shaking her head. “Gotta match the competition, right?”  

Grace smirked. “Lauren is definitely gonna be second-guessing herself after she sees this.”  

Maria turned to the mirror, adjusting into the same pose Lauren had used.  

One foot forward, quad flexed and sharp. Bicep curled, thick and tight. Core engaged, abs standing out in the fluorescent lighting.  

She lifted her phone, angling the shot perfectly, making sure the lighting hit just right.

Grace stepped beside her, watching. “Oh yeah. That is dead on.”  

Maria snapped the picture.  

Then she stared at it for a long moment.  

Her pulse slowed, her breathing husky as she studied herself.  

She looked powerful.  

Then she swiped over to her camera roll, pulling up the photo Lauren had sent earlier.  

She flipped back and forth.  

Lauren’s picture.  

Then hers.  

Lauren’s body was lean, her muscles sharp and well-defined, her abs tight and cut. Her short blonde pixie was damp with sweat, her expression full of swagger.

She was just as fit, just as well defined. Her arms and legs looked just as thick. Her abs just as cut. She gulped, her nipples just as hard.

They looked almost identical.  

Same stance. Same energy.  

She flipped back and forth again, her eyes narrowing slightly.  

Maria’s hair was a bit longer, her skin a few shades darker.

But their bodies were damn even.

And that realization sent a surge of electricity through her.  

Lauren wasn’t better than her.  

She wasn’t walking into this fight outmatched.  

This wasn’t going to be a one-sided affair.  

This was going to be a war.

And that was exactly what she wanted.  

Maria smirked, tapping out a message of her own “More than ready for you slut,” then attaching the image, and hitting send.  

Let Lauren think she had the upper hand.  

Because after this?  There was no way she could be as confident.



Part VII


Several hours later Maria sat on her couch that night, her legs curled under her, phone in hand. When her phone buzzed. She tried to control her breathing. She didn’t want her husband, sitting on the other end of the couch to think anything was wrong. She checked her phone as casually as she could manage.

It was Lauren.

Lauren: Not bad, bitch. You almost look as good as me.  

Maria’s hands shook with adrenaline as she replied.

Maria: Almost? Please. If you worked your ass off for another six months you might be a match for me.

The reply came fast.  

Lauren: That right? Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you’re not intimidating me.

Maria: Cute. You trying to convince me or yourself? Because I’ve seen your little mirror selfie enough times now to know I’ve got you beat.

Lauren: Oh yeah? In what way?

Maria: Arms. Abs. Legs.

She hesitated for half a second, unsure if she wanted to go there, but fuck it, Lauren had opened this door by sending a topless picture. She quickly added—

Maria: And definitely tits.

There was a long pause this time. She struggled to control her breathing.

Then…

Lauren: Are you kidding? You must need to look at my picture again, because mine are bigger and definitely firmer. Your’s are sagging down your chest.

Maria: You’re deluded girl. I guess we’ll see the difference when mine are crushing your’s.

Lauren: Can’t wait. You’re scrawny body’s not going to be able to handle me.

Maria: Really? Is that why it was me pinning you last time we fought?

Lauren: Keep thinking about last time, you fucking whore. Good luck talking all that shit when my labia are on your lips.

Maria actually gasped, drawing a questioning look from her husband. If she didn’t wrap this up fast she might have some explaining to do.

Maria: Does the gymnastics room at my gym work for you. I can get in after close on Friday. Padded floors. Neutral ground. Unless you think I’ll have some advantage there too, pussy?

The reply was instant.  

Lauren: I’m the pussy? I came to wrestle you at your fucking house! You’re just afraid to go at it anywhere that doesn’t feel safe. But, fine, your gym will work. I’ll be there at 10PM.

Maria locked her phone, exhaling slowly.  

It was official.  

In just a few nights, they would settle this
  

Part VIII


The rest of the week passed in a blur.  

Maria threw herself into her training, but her mind was elsewhere. Every time she walked into the office, she half-expected Lauren to look at her, to smirk, to throw some last-minute jab her way.  

But Lauren didn’t.  

She barely acknowledged Maria.  

And Maria did the same.  

It was almost funny—after all the arguing, after all the vicious words, they had both silently agreed to keep their distance.  

Because they knew.  

Friday night was coming.  


---  

Thursday night, Maria stood in the kitchen, rinsing off her dinner plate when her husband walked in.  

“You said you’re out this weekend?” he asked, leaning against the counter.  

Maria nodded, keeping her expression neutral. “Yeah. Taking a trip with some girlfriends. Just a couple of days.”  

Her husband barely reacted, just nodded. “Cool. Where you going?”  

Maria set the plate in the drying rack. “Not far. Just a little getaway.”  

He didn’t ask for details. He never did.  

Maria forced herself to keep her body relaxed, to act normal.  

She wondered what he say if he knew the truth. Would he be afraid she would get hurt? Would he try to stop her? Or would he be all for it?

————

Maria drove in silence, the low hum of the car’s engine the only sound in the cabin. The city lights flickered past her windows, but she barely noticed them.  

Her mind was elsewhere.  

On what was about to happen.  

The picture kept popping up in her mind. The picture of Lauren in the locker room, her tits out, flexing for all she was worth.

She had spent the past few hours at the hotel room she had rented for the weekend, trying to relax, trying to stay still. She had showered, stretched, even laid down for a while, watching the clock slowly tick toward the inevitable.  

But there was no relaxing.  

Her body was wired, her skin buzzing with anticipation.  

This wasn’t like last time.  

She knew what she was walking into now.  

She had trained for this.  


---  

As Maria pulled into the parking lot, she slowed her car, scanning the dimly lit space.  

The gym was closed, abandoned. The front windows were dark except for the faint glow of security lights.  

It felt empty. Secluded.  

Like it existed just for them.  

Maria parked in a far corner of the lot, cutting the engine. The sudden silence made her pulse feel even louder.  

For a moment, she just sat there, gripping the wheel. Her fingers itched to move, to do something.  

Then, a flash of headlights.  

She turned her head just as Lauren’s Volkswagen rolled into the lot.

Maria exhaled. Right on time.

Lauren pulled into a space a few spots away. The engine cut off.  

And then…nothing.  

Neither of them moved.  

The air in Maria’s car felt thick with tension. She could feel it, even from here. The silent, charged energy between them, stretching through the empty parking lot like a live wire.  

She took a deep breath, then opened her door and stepped out.  

It was cold out, but she barely registered it.  

She strode toward the entrance, keys already in her hand. 

Behind her, she heard Lauren’s door open, her footsteps quiet but purposeful as she followed.  

Maria reached the door, unlocked it, and pushed it open.  

She didn’t hold it for Lauren.  

Lauren didn’t expect her to.  

She stepped inside without hesitation, brushing past Maria as she entered.  

Maria followed, pulling the door shut behind them. The lock clicked into place, sealing them inside.  

A shiver ran up her spine. There was no going back now.  

---  

The gym was eerily quiet, the usual noise of treadmills and weight machines replaced by the soft hum of the ventilation system.  

Neither of them spoke as Maria led the way down the dimly lit hallway, their footsteps echoing against the tile floor. They both seemed hesitant to break the silence.

When they reached the gymnastics room, Maria flicked on the lights.  

Only half came on, but it was enough. The warm glow spilled across the padded floor, casting shadows.

It felt almost sacred.  

A private battleground.  

Maria turned, glancing at Lauren, and nearly gasped in surprise.

Lauren had already tossed her gym bag aside and was stripping down, yanking her shirt over her head, baring her breasts, fingers moving quickly and efficiently.  

Like she didn’t have a worry in the world. Like she couldn’t wait to get her hands on her.

Maria exhaled slowly, watching as Lauren peeled off her shoes, her socks, her leggings, and finally her underwear, before standing straight and walking naked to the center of the softly lit mat.

Maria’s heart hammered in her chest. She guessed they were doing this naked again.

Not that it had ever really been a question.  

Maria kicked of her sandals, then reached for the hem of her own shirt, her movements slower, but steady. She pulled it over her head, the fabric whispering against her skin, then unclipped her bra, letting it slide down her arms before she tossed it onto the bench.  

The room was warm, but not stifling.  

The mats beneath her bare feet felt cool, grounding.  

She rolled down her leggings next, then her underwear, until she was just as bare as Lauren.  

She looked down at her feet and took a deep, steadying breath, watching as her unsupported breasts rose and fell.

She lifted her chin, locking eyes with Lauren.

Maria had studied Lauren’s picture more times than she cared to admit. She already knew her rival had been training just as hard as she had. But seeing her in motion, seeing the way her muscles tensed and flexed beneath her pale skin, was something else entirely.  

Neither of them spoke.  

They just watched each other.  

Then, as if following some unspoken cue, they both began to stretch.

Maria bent forward, reaching for her toes, feeling the tight pull in her hamstrings. As she straightened, she made sure to roll her shoulders deliberately, letting the movement emphasize the tight, lean definition in her back. Her abs contracted, the deep lines of her core flexing as she shifted her stance.  

Lauren’s eyes flickered over her, taking it all in.  

Then the blond woman lifted her arms above her head, stretching her body long, her ribs expanding as she pulled herself tall. Maria watched as the muscles along her torso tightened, her breasts lifting slightly with the motion.  

Lauren’s back, already defined before, was now sculpted, the lines of muscle standing out beneath her smooth, ivory skin. The dim light made every shift in her body more pronounced, highlighting the deep cut of her lats, the tautness of her lower back.  

Then Maria’s gaze drifted lower.  

Lauren’s ass, always firm, looked even tighter now, the muscles flexing subtly as she adjusted her stance. Her legs were definitely bigger than they had been six months ago.

Maria exhaled slowly, stretching her arms behind her head.  

She had known Lauren had been training. But seeing her now?  

It just confirmed what she already felt in her gut.  

This was going to be a fucking war.

Maria felt a rush of trepidation mixed with satisfaction at the thought.  

Good.

She rolled out her shoulders, trying to shake off the last of her nerves.

“Same rules as last time?” she asked.  

Lauren met her gaze, “Works for me.”  

Maria exhaled slowly.  

She was nervous. Not as nervous as last time, when she had had no idea what she was doing. This time, she felt different.

The dozens of hours she had spent wrestling the bigger, stronger Grace had certainly made her more able and more confident.

And now, she was ready.  

She stepped toward the center of the mats, and Lauren immediately mirrored her. They stopped just a few feet apart.  

For a moment, the room was completely silent except for the sound of their breathing, already a little sharp with adrenaline, their bodies humming with the anticipation of the fight.  

They each fell into a loose crouch, circling each other, muscles tensed, eyes locked.  

Neither of them made the first move.  

The energy between them was almost suffocating, the weight of everything pressing down on them; their rivalry, their history, the months of bickering and simmering tension.  

Maria’s fingers twitched.  

Lauren shifted her weight slightly.  

Maria decided to break it.  

“You wanted to go after my tits so bad last time?” she taunted, her voice sharp. 

She spread her arms slightly, her chest pushing forward in challenge.  

“Well, here they are.”  

Lauren snarled.

Maria charged.  

Lauren matched her as quickly as she could, both of them lunging forward, bodies surging across the mat.

They met in the center of the mat with a thunderous collision, their bare bodies slamming together with the force of two rugby players crashing into a tackle. The sharp smack of flesh against flesh echoed through the room as their chests flattened violently against each other

Maria had instinctively dropped her stance a hair lower during their charge, and her breasts pressed up into Lauren’s from underneath, forcing them to lift slightly on the blonde’s chest.  

She could feel everything, the tightness of Lauren’s toned body, the heat radiating between them, and the sharp, unmistakable pressure of Lauren’s hardened nipples digging into her own soft skin.  

Their arms wrapped around each other almost instantly, fingers digging into backs as they locked up in a fierce embrace. Their muscles flexed as they tried to overpower one another, legs straining as they pushed and twisted, each trying to force the other back.  

Maria gritted her teeth, digging her toes into the mat as she tried unsuccessfully to power Lauren forward. Her breasts, already pressing firmly into Lauren’s, molded and shifted against the blonde’s slightly lifted chest with every breath, every movement.  

They were already starting to sweat.

Lauren growled in frustration and tried to adjust, shifting her stance to neutralize Maria’s lower positioning, but Maria held firm, keeping the pressure where it was, forcing Lauren to feel her pushing up into her.  

Their bodies trembled with the strain, their grips tightening, breaths coming faster, their skin slick and burning from the intense contact.  Maria could feel every inch of Lauren’s body straining against hers. Their muscles flexed, their chests heaving, sweat slicking their skin as they struggled for control.  

Then Lauren shifted.  

With a sudden twist of her hips, she turned Maria slightly off balance, creating just enough space between them without fully breaking their hold. Maria barely had time to react before Lauren surged forward, slamming her chest back into hers with a fleshy, resounding smack.  

Maria gasped at the force of it, the impact sending a sharp jolt through her body as her breasts compressed violently against Lauren’s before bouncing back into shape.  

Not to be outdone, she immediately returned the favor. With a grunt, she pulled slightly back from Lauren before ramming her chest forward. Their breasts collided again, the sound of flesh-on-flesh filling the warm air, their bodies rocking slightly from the force of each strike.  

Lauren let out a sharp breath, but she didn’t hesitate. She did the same, pulling Maria in just enough to create momentum before throwing her chest forward again, meeting Maria’s head-on.  

The smacks of their bodies colliding grew rhythmic, an aggressive back-and-forth exchange as they continued slamming their breasts together, neither willing to back down from this impromptu titfight.  

“Told you. My tits are crushing yours."  Maria grunted out through the pain.

Lauren let out a choked, humorless laugh, tightening her grip on Maria’s back. "The hell they are. I can feel yours flattening every time."  

Maria growled, jerking Lauren just slightly to one side before driving her chest forward again, harder this time. "Funny. Feels like yours are about to cave back into you chest.”

Lauren hissed at the impact but retaliated immediately, her breasts slapping forcefully against Maria’s in response. "Dream on. You’re the one getting crushed here!”

They kept at it, again and again, their chests colliding in the small space that existed between them, their arms still wrapped around each other in a loose but firm embrace.  

The force of each hit sent subtle ripples through their flesh, their breasts flattening momentarily before reforming, their nipples dragging and grinding together as they rocked back and forth.

Then they both gasped as they slammed into each other with equal force, their breasts colliding in a crushing impact that sent shockwaves through both their bodies as they both pulled the other forward at the same time. The smack of flesh echoed through the gym, sweat spraying from the sheer force of their chests smashing together.  

Before Maria could pull back again, Lauren wrapped her arms around her in an even tighter hug, pulling her in, crushing the length of their sweat soaked torsos together.

Maria responded in kind, tightening her grip, pulling Lauren in just as forcefully, refusing to let her take control.  

“What’s the matter?” she snarled, “tired of getting your tits whipped by mine?"  

Lauren didn’t answer with words. Instead, she let out a low, guttural growl and squeezed tighter, her arms flexing, muscles straining to the limit.  

Their chests ground together in slow, relentless friction, breasts flattening and shifting as they wrestled in the tight embrace. Their nipples, already stiff, scraped and stabbed against soft flesh, the constant grinding contact sending sharp, electric jolts through her.  

Their breath came faster, hotter, damp against each other’s skin. Their legs shifted, bodies twisting slightly, testing, searching for an advantage, as they went at each other like a pair of butting rams.

Then, at almost the same time, they began trying to trip each other.  

Maria lowered her base, bending her knees, shifting her hips underneath Lauren’s. If she could get low enough, she could lift and throw her to the mat—just like Grace had drilled into her countless times.  

But the moment she moved, she felt Lauren adjust instantly.  

Maria’s stomach tightened. Lauren had pulled her hips back, shifting into a light crouch, the perfect counter.  

Maria felt a sudden rush of doubt. Shit. That wasn’t luck. That wasn’t instinct.  

Lauren had trained for this.  

Their bodies remained locked together, muscles coiled tight as they grappled in an unrelenting bear hug. Every inch of them strained, their arms squeezing with everything they had, trying to crush the other into submission.  

Their legs tangled slightly as they shifted, pushing and twisting, their feet digging into the mat for leverage. Their chests remained mashed together, their breath coming in heavy bursts, their ribs expanding and contracting against each other.  

Maria felt Lauren’s muscles tense, a subtle shift in weight. She knew what was coming a split second before Lauren moved.  

Lauren swung her hips forward, trying to hook Maria over them in a sudden, explosive hip toss.  

But Maria was ready.  

She braced, dropping her own weight low, countering the momentum before it could take hold. Lauren grunted in frustration as her attempt was neutralized. 

They each asserted themselves with a few pulsating squeezes, before settling back in to their grinding bear hug. 

Lauren growled. "Looks like you’ve been practicing, bitch."

"Like you haven’t? Or did that hip toss just come to you?"

Lauren’s grip tightened on Maria’s back, fingers digging hard into her sweat-slicked skin. "I don’t need practice to throw your ass down."

"Then what the hell are you waiting…”

She suddenly gasped in pain as Lauren’s heel slammed down on her toes.

A sharp jolt shot up Maria’s leg as her grip instinctively loosened for just a second. That was all the opening Lauren needed.

Before Maria could react, Lauren jumped up onto her, wrapping her strong legs around Maria’s waist in a crushing body scissor. At the same time, she tightened her arms around Maria’s upper back, locking in an even more brutal bear hug.

Maria let out a sharp gasp as Lauren’s legs crushed into her ribs, her strong thighs pressing into Maria’s sides like steel bands.

The sudden shift in weight nearly took Maria down immediately, her knees buckling slightly as Lauren latched on, her entire body wrapped around her like a python trying to squeeze the life out of its prey.  

Maria staggered, her muscles burning, her breath coming in short, pained bursts.

“Urgh! Get off me!*” she growled, bouncing up and down as much as she could with 140lbs wrapped around her, trying to dislodge the blonde.

“Give up slut,” Lauren hissed in her ear, “or I’ll crush your fucking ribs!”

Maria let out a frustrated grunt, her arms still squeezing Lauren as hard as she could, though she was quickly loosing steam.

She stomped forward, taking a few shaky, labored steps with Lauren’s weight wrapped around her, her knees trembling with effort.  

Each step felt heavier, her legs like lead, her core straining to keep her upright.  

She bounced again, jerking her body, but Lauren’s grip was ironclad.   

Fuck. Her whole body was screaming.

Her lungs burned, her ribs aching from the relentless pressure.  

And then her legs gave out and she dropped to her knees under the weight of her opponent.

Her breath was ragged, sweat dripping down her back as she sat back on her knees, Lauren still coiled around her. Clearly the other woman had no intention of letting her go.

Maria growled, releasing the bear hug she had been holding onto for so long.  

She planted her left palm squarely on Lauren’s breast, shoving into her chest with all her strength, causing the pale mass to contort around her hand.

With the other hand, she gripped her chin, fingers digging into the curve of her jaw, and pushed.  

Lauren grunted, her head tilting back as Maria shoved, trying to pry her off.  

But Lauren refused to loosen her grip.

Her breath hissed against Maria’s fingers as she tightened her arms even more,  “You’re not going anywhere, bitch.”  

Maria snarled like an animal caught in a trap, her fingers pressing harder against Lauren’s jaw, her body on fire from the pressure of Lauren’s legs around her waist. She felt like she was going to vomit.

Desperation surged through her, and with a anguished yell, she tapped into all of her strength, rearing back, arching as far as she could on her knees, dragging Lauren’s weight up with her.  

Lauren held on, instinctively trying to pull her back down, but Maria didn’t stop.  

With every ounce of strength she had left, she threw herself forward, slamming Lauren’s back against the mat with a bone-jarring impact.  

The force of the landing drove the air from Lauren’s lungs, her grip loosening for the first time.  

Maria felt the shock ripple through Lauren’s body, heard the sharp huff of breath as she struggled to inhale.  

She ripped herself free, shoving at Lauren’s arms with both hands, breaking the bear hug, then twisting to pry open the tight coil of legs around her waist.  

Lauren tried to hold on, but Maria wrenched herself loose, shuffling quickly back on her knees, creating some space between them before standing up.

The blond woman remained on her butt, one arm braced slightly behind her for support. She had her right leg raised in front of her, foot primed to fire off a kick should Maria approach.

Maria took a careful step forward, only to slide back as Lauren kicked out at her, missing her thigh by just a few inches.

“What,” Maria panted, “are we kicking now?”

“Oh, get off your high horse bitch,” Lauren replied, her breathing also labored, “you punched me last time.”

Maria feigned forward, her body tensing as if she was about to lunge.  

Lauren took the bait.  

She fired off another sharp kick, her muscular leg snapping out fast, aiming for Maria’s ribs.  

But this time, Maria was ready.  

She caught Lauren’s ankle with her left hand, gripping it tightly as she wrenched it to the side and stepped forward.  

Lauren’s balance was instantly thrown off. She let out a sharp breath as her body twisted, her back hitting the mat with a dull thud.  

But she wasn’t done yet.  

Before Maria could capitalize, Lauren drove her other foot straight into Maria’s stomach.  

Maria let out a grunt as the force of the push knocked the wind out of her, but she refused to let go. She kept moving forward, her grip still locked around Lauren’s right ankle, trying to press the advantage.  

Lauren extended her left leg fully, pushing into Maria’s stomach with all the strength in her quad.  

Maria felt herself being lifted off the ground, her body tipping forward as Lauren’s foot acted like a spring beneath her.  

For a moment, she was suspended in the air, balancing awkwardly on Lauren’s outstretched leg, like a child playing airplane on their parent’s foot.  

Then, gravity took over.  

Her weight tipped forward, and she crashed down onto Lauren in a chaotic tangle of limbs.  

Their sweaty bodies collided with force, arms scrambling, legs twisting as they fought to gain control in the messy, uncontrolled fall.  

Neither had expected the sudden shift, and for a brief second, they were both left scrambling, trying to be the first to react and take control of the chaotic position they had landed in.

The moment Maria landed on top of her, Lauren exploded into motion, bucking wildly beneath her, twisting her body with everything she had in an effort to throw her off.
Maria felt herself nearly roll to the side as Lauren bridged her hips up hard, her toned legs kicking wildly, trying to create space.

But Maria had just enough control.

She reacted quickly, getting a hold of both of Lauren’s wrists and leaning forward, using her superior position to muscle the blonde’s hands to the mat.

With her arms trapped, Lauren doubled her efforts with her lower body, her hips bucking violently, her legs pin-balling in every direction. She twisted left, then right, trying to unseat the Latina woman.
Maria clenched her jaw and bore down with her weight, keeping the other woman’s torso down with her own. She struggled to entwine the pale woman’s muscular legs.
With some effort she managed to hook her feet around Lauren’s calves and begin to force her legs apart, stretching her opponent out beneath her.

Trying to lock this hold in while Lauren was thrashing like a wild animal beneath her was no small feat. Maria could feel the energy burning away, her muscles straining as she worked to keep Lauren pinned. But she knew Lauren had to be burning even more, burning herself out as she fought tooth and nail to escape.

She exhaled sharply, staring down at her rival, their faces only inches apart.
Their bodies were sealed together, sweaty torsos pressing so tightly that Maria could feel every defined ridge of Lauren’s abs against her own. Their chests rose and fell in staggered breaths, their skin sticking together, their legs tangled in a slow, grinding struggle for dominance.

Their hips shifted, and Maria’s pussy rubbed roughly over the blond woman’s stomach, just above her crotch. She felt a burning heat radiate through her.

Lauren locked eyes with her, still defiant, still full of fire.

Every muscle in Maria’s body felt like it was bulging from the sheer effort, her arms and legs locked in a brutal contest with Lauren’s. Beneath her, Lauren’s powerful legs rippled with resistance, her thighs flexing as she fought against the slow but steady force spreading them apart.  

For long, grueling seconds, neither of them moved much, being locked in a tense, grinding stalemate. The only sounds were their harsh, panting breaths, the low grunts of exertion, and the slick slide of sweat-covered skin against skin.  

Maria had her trapped.  

Lauren couldn’t bridge out of this, couldn’t use her arms to pry her off, couldn’t summon the leverage to throw her aside. Maria’s position was too dominant.  

Sweat dripped from Maria’s face onto Lauren’s as she poured everything she had into the hold, forcing the blond woman to blink rapidly. 

The Latina’s fingers dug into the blonde’s wrists as she pushed her arms up and out.  At the same time, she bore down with her legs, pushing outward with relentless pressure, forcing Lauren’s thighs wider inch by inch.  

Lauren gritted her teeth, shaking her head, her breath coming in sharp bursts as she fought to keep her legs closed. Her abs flexed beneath Maria’s, their tight stomachs pressing together with every ragged breath. Their bodies were slick, hot, trembling under the strain, locked together in an exhausting test of pure strength.  

Lauren pulled her arms down towards her waist, using Maria’s grasping hands as leverage to pull herself just a few inches up, her sweaty back sliding easily on the mat.

Then Maria felt the other woman suddenly bucked, arching her hips hard off the mat, slamming her vagina directly into Maria’s.  

Maria let out a strangled gasp as a wave of heat surged through her body like an electric charge. The impact of Lauren’s pussy slamming into hers had momentarily stunned her, a mix of pain and pleasure that caught her off guard.

Lauren seized the opening instantly.  

With a fierce burst of effort, she kicked her left leg forward and out, breaking free from Maria’s grip. At the same time, she twisted her torso just enough to force Maria a few inches off her, disrupting the control she had worked so hard to maintain.  

Maria barely had time to react before Lauren drove her freed knee up, slamming it between Maria’s legs.  

“Agghh!” Maria yelled in pain as her rival’s pale knee slammed between her legs and dug in.

Lauren pushed upwards with her knee, driving Maria up and off of her, as she attempted to roll her over.

Instead of allowing Lauren to take control, Maria released her entirely, rolling off and planting her left hand and foot against the mat, stumbling slightly as she pushed herself to her feet.  

Lauren wasn’t far behind.  

The blonde twisted her body fluidly, rolling onto her side before driving herself up onto her knees and then surging to her feet.  

Now standing, both women locked eyes again, their chests rising and falling with heavy, labored breaths.  

They were soaked in sweat, their bodies glistening under the dim lights. Red patches covered their arms, torsos, and legs—marks left behind from the brutal friction of the mat and each other.  

Their short hair was a chaotic mess, strands plastered to their foreheads and temples, sticking out at odd angles from their constant struggle.  

Their breasts were swollen from the relentless battle, the constant smacking, grinding, and squeezing having left them flushed and tender.  

For a long moment, they simply stood there, catching their breath, their muscles tense and burning, neither willing to show even the slightest hint of weakness.  

Maria wiped a hand across her forehead, smearing sweat away before rolling her shoulders. “Did you just hump me, slut?"

“Oh, please you whore,” Lauren panted, “you were the one rubbing your pussy all over my stomach.”

They moved toward each other again, but this time there was no reckless charge.  

Both women were slower, more cautious, circling slightly as they approached, eyes locked, muscles tense.  

Their hands reached out at the same time, fingers scrambling before gripping tightly, intertwining as they closed the distance. Their palms pressed together, their fingers laced in a tight grip as they strained against each other, testing strength, their knuckles whitening as they fought to force the other’s wrists back.  

Maria took a step in, planting her right foot between Lauren’s and driving forward, shoving her chest right up into the other woman’s.

Their swollen boobs mashed together, flesh flattening and spreading as their bodies met again, their slick skin sliding against one another. Their nipples met head on, pink pair and brown pair crushing against each other.

Lauren let out a low moan, her breath shaky from the sensation, but she didn’t back down. Instead, she stepped forward as well, matching Maria’s pressure.
She pressed her forehead into Maria’s, their noses nearly brushing as their breaths came hot and heavy against each other’s faces.  

"Get your saggy tits off me, whore," Lauren growled.

Maria bared her teeth, pressing in even harder.  

Their bodies were welded together, arms trembling from the strain, fingers clenched so tightly around each other’s hands that neither could move without the other feeling it.  

Their foreheads ground together as they panted against each other’s lips, their legs braced, their feet digging into the mat as they tried to drive forward.  

Lauren suddenly reversed course.  

With a sharp, unexpected jerk, she yanked backward and twisted to her right.  

Maria’s momentum carried her forward, her body surging past Lauren as the blonde stuck her leg out, hooking her foot behind Maria’s ankle and tripping her.  

At the same time, Lauren wrenched her hands free from Maria’s, breaking their grip entirely.  

Maria lost balance and fell, landing with a hard thud on her side, the impact jolting up her spine.  

But before Lauren could capitalize, Maria recovered fast, twisting her body to face her rival, sitting upright, legs bent, hands planted on the mat, staring up at the blonde who loomed above her.  

Lauren stood over her, sweat dripping from her body, her chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. But it was the look in her eyes that made Maria’s muscles tense. The sharp, predatory glint of a woman about to strike.  

Lauren took a slow, measured step forward, her body coiled like a panther ready to pounce.  

Maria wasn’t about to let her. She took a page out of Lauren’s book, snapping her foot forward with everything she had, the ball of her foot slamming hard into Lauren’s shin.  

Lauren let out a sharp cry as her leg buckled from the sudden pain, her balance crumbling. She fell forward, her body crashing down directly into Maria’s lap.  

But the blonde wasn’t down for long.  

Lauren reacted instantly, wrapping her toned legs around Maria’s right leg in a crushing scissor while her arms locked around Maria’s left, pulling it across her body.  

Then she stretched herself out.  

Maria’s eyes flew open as her legs were forced apart.

Lauren’s powerful thighs clamped down like a vice, locking her right leg in place, while her arms yanked Maria’s left to the side at a punishing angle.  

A deep, splitting agony tore through Maria’s groin and inner thighs as her legs were wrenched apart. Her back arched, her muscles spasming under the intense stretch.  

She felt like she was being torn in half.  

She gritted her teeth, trying to force down the pain, her mind scrambling for an escape. Her right hand shot up, gripping Lauren’s damp blonde hair, and she yanked hard, forcing the blonde’s head back.  

Lauren hissed in pain but didn’t let go. She forced Maria’s leg to the mat with her hands, then put one forearm across her ankle, pinning her leg down. Her now free hand shot towards a new target, and she latched onto Maria’s pussy, digging her fingers viciously into her second pair of lips.

A searing bolt of pain shot through her, making her vision blur for a moment.  

She screamed. Holy shit, she couldn’t remember anything hurting so bad.

Lauren’s grip tightened. "Give up, bitch,” she growled as she flexed her legs, spreading Maria’s even wider.

Maria gasped, her body trembling, every nerve on fire. 

She released Lauren’s hair and grabbed at her face, squeezing her cheeks brutally, before plunging two fingers straight into the blonde’s mouth, forcing past her lips before hooking them deep into the inside of her cheek and tugging like she just caught a fish.

Lauren’s eyes went wide in shock, her body jerking from the unexpected intrusion.  

Maria yanked her head hard to the side, twisting her rival’s neck at an awkward angle.  

Lauren let out a muffled grunt. Maria could feel the outsides of her teeth moving against her fingers. She let go of her groin and placed her hand on the mat, pushing herself straight with both arms, and sitting upright on Maria’s meaty thigh.

Maria twisted her hips and swung her now free leg up, shoving her foot against Lauren’s chin, and shoving her back. Lauren let out a short gasp as her body was forced backwards. She tumbled onto her back, her toned legs splaying out.

Maria moved to sit up, planting her hands behind her for leverage. But Lauren struck first. With a fierce snarl she heaved her left leg up and drove her foot hard across Maria’s chest.

Maria grunted as her own momentum was abruptly halted, her body jolting as Lauren’s foot crushed both her boobs up into her chest.

As the two of them held each other in this awkward position, Maria suddenly wondered what their coworker would say if they could see them now. After the last few weeks everyone in the office knew that they hated each other. That much was obvious, but there was no way any of them would have imagined that after hours, these two professional women in their mid 30s would be locked in a desperate, naked tangle on the floor of a dimly lit gym.

She gritted her teeth as Lauren’s foot held her back. She pulled her own leg back, bending at the knee and taking her foot off Lauren’s chin, driving it straight forward, striking the blond woman right in the exposed pussy.

Lauren yelled in pain as Maria kicked her. Maria could feel the other woman’s pussy moving beneath her toes, and she shoved off, extending her leg to it’s full length, pushing herself backwards and Lauren away from her.

She quickly rolled over, crawling away from the other woman, but before she got more than a few feet, Lauren flung herself at her, wrapping her arms around her waist and bringing her down like a lioness taking down a wildebeest.

She dragged herself up on Maria’s body, grabbing her hair and using it to pull herself up so that she straddled the small of Maria’s back.

She let go of her hair and grabbed onto her shoulders, shoving them to the ground. In desperation Maria bucked like a wild horse and turned, managing to dislodge the blond enough that she could spin to her back looking up at her.

Lauren gave an exhausted cry and just flopped her boobs down onto Maria’s face before the she could react.

She wrapped her arms around the back of Maria’s head and crushed down, her boobs covering her nose and mouth, sealing her in tight.

Maria let out a muffled gasp, her body jerking as she tried to turn her head. She fought viciously, her legs kicking, her hands grabbing at Lauren’s sides.

Maria began to panic. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t see.

Lauren’s pale, swollen, sweat soaked boobs filled her face. She felt like she was suffocating. Her left eye stung, something sharp was poking at it, and she realized it was Lauren’s nipple.

There was sweat in her nose, in her eyes, on her lips. Every inhale she tried to take was met with nothing but humid skin.

She thrashed in desperation, but was unable free herself. Her hands clawed for anything they could reach, burying themselves in Lauren’s damp, short hair, tugging on it viciously. She heard the other woman snarl in pain, but she didn’t let up.

She opened her mouth to bite her, to do anything to break free, but couldn’t even spread her lips enough to get her teeth out.
She started to feel a pounding in her ears, a rush in her head. Fuck. Fuck! She couldn’t take this anymore. She couldn’t take it! SHE HAD TO GET OUT!

She blindly tapped Lauren’s side, just like how she signaled to Grace that she gave up in their practice matches.

Lauren didn’t let up. Her pulse spiked. Shit! Shit! Shit! She tapped her side five or six times in rapid succession, frantic, pleading. and took in a blessed, ragged, mouthful of air as Lauren’s boobs lifted off her face. Her arms were still around her head.

“You give up, bitch?” Lauren growled down at her.

“Yes.” Maria whimpered, hardly able to hear herself.

“So, you know what that means, right? You’re ready to eat my pussy?”

A crushing wave of dread and disappointment flooded Maria. She scowled in defiance, but quickly nodded as Lauren began to slowly lower her boobs. “Ok. Ok. Fine.”

Lauren unwrapped her arms for behind her head and clambered forward, straddling her neck, before lowering her pussy onto her face.

The blond woman moaned as she rode her. One had running through her short hair, the other grabbing at her own breast. After just a minute or two she convulsed on top of her as she reached an explosive climax. 

After a few panted breaths, the blond woman stood up off of her, she walked across the mat to where her clothes lay piled by her gym bag. She pulled out a towel and quickly wiped herself down before starting to dress.

Maria lay on the mat, staring at the dim light on the ceiling. Her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

She was absolutely devastated.

Every muscle in her body ached, her skin was on fire, and her lungs burned with exertion. But none of that compared to the hollow crushing feeling in her chest.

After all her work, all her training, after pushing herself to the limit week after week.
How could she loose?

She felt the sting behind her eyes before she could stop it. A deep, bitter frustration welling up inside her, mixing with exhaustion, humiliation, and anger.

Lauren walked back on to the mat, fully dressed now and stood over her.
“I told you I was the better woman bitch. See you on Monday if you’ve got the guts to ever show your face in the office again.”

With that she walked off, and Maria heard the door open and shut. She laid there for another few seconds, really starting to cry now. She then stood up and walked over to her own bag.

She flipped her phone over to check the time. She had a message from Grace: “So did you do it? How’d it go?”


THE END

[eageremma]

Well now there HAS to be a Pt. III! Loved it! And why do I get the feeling that Lauren has her own Grace, and there needs to be a tag team lol

[Doc Holliday]

I was so happy to see this story continued. The first part was one of my all time favorites on this site, and this part is just as good. Maybe even better! I agree with Emma, there needs to be a part 3. A tag team match with Grace and whoever Lauren found to teach her to wrestle would be fantastic!

[Dude64]

So amazing

[Rocko23]

This was superb. It was interesting to change the POV in this one. I preferred the first tale but this was excellent. Loved the breast battle and the leg scissors as well as the tit smother and the pussy attacks. Thank you.

[Damerei]

Thanks to everyone who has enjoyed this story! I think there will definitely be a Part 3 at some point!

[YH5050]

Absolutely loved this just as much as the last; and agree with the others. Can't wait to read part 3! Keep on keeping on!

[fionaflex]

Great story! Also agree with the others, a big match is needed to settle the score.