Paying the Price
Short Story by J. Coleman
Melissa was 40 years old but looked younger with curly blonde hair and a very nice set of tits. She carried her 145 pounds well and while being just a bit on the heavy side, was not fat.
Her husband was an avid cat fight fan and after much prodding and prompting, Melissa finally consented to give him the ultimate gift, a private cat fight between her and another woman.
Melissa's search for a likely opponent ended when she met Kymberly, a 37 year old brunette with small but firm breasts and shoulder length brown hair. Kymberly had a good bit of cat fighting and wrestling experience and being a simple office clerk, was very interested in earning some extra money.
The two women spoke at length and Melissa explained that the fight was a gift for her husband and that it wasn't going to be a "real" cat fight, but more a staged fight with some competitiveness thrown in for some realism. There would be no biting or punching to the face or head. The goal was for a lot of clothes ripping and a very erotic show of female fighting techniques.
Convinced that Kymberly was the perfect candidate, the match was set up and the details worked out. A week later they met at Melissa's house for the fight which was going to take place in her family room. It was a warm summer night, crickets were chirping and a light humid breeze wafted across the air as Kymberly showed up right on time with an overnight bag containing her fighting outfit.
Both girls prepared themselves separately while Melissa's husband moved the furniture around to create adequate space for what he hoped would be the fulfillment of his ultimate fantasy.
As the women entered the family room, Melissa's husband looked on in amazement. Both were clad in sexy dresses, silk stockings and high heels. Their hair was perfectly done, their faces made up like models, and each wore heavy perfumes that were erotic and enticing and added a very sexual flavor to the mood.
Melissa's dress was bright red and very low cut, revealing her ample cleavage. The sleeveless dress buttoned down the front and was about 2 inches above her knees. Her stockings were black silk and her shoes were black leather platform pumps with spiked heels.
Kymberly was clad in a sexy black mini dress cut about 6 inches above the knee. It was tight and low cut and flared out slightly at the hem. Her stockings were also black and her shoes were stiletto heeled pumps.
Prior to hiring Kymberly for the fight, Melissa had worked out a script and a plot for the fight to add a little more realism and make it more exciting and personal for her husband. In the scenario, Melissa was confronting Kymberly and accusing her of sleeping with her husband. They would then exchange words and catty comments to set the stage and then begin the fight.
As Melissa's husband took his seat, the two women began slowly walking around each other, sizing one another up and assessing each other's fighting abilities.
"So you're the slut who's been fucking my husband?" Melissa huffed arrogantly.
"That's right, bitch," Kymberly hissed back having perfectly memorized her lines. "And I plan to keep on fucking him."
"You and he are finished as of right now!" Melissa sneered, cocking her hands on her hips.
"I don't think so," Kymberly fired back, moving closer to where they were now standing toe to toe and so close their breasts were almost touching.
"If you come anywhere near him again, I'll rip your fucking hair out," Melissa warned, lightly bumping her bit tits into Kymberly's smaller pair.
"Why don't you try it right now, bitch?!" Kymberly spat.
"Maybe I will!" Melissa snapped back and gave Kymberly a two hand shove in the chest.
Kymberly recoiled and pushed the blonde back in the same manner. "Is that all you got, slut?" she laughed.
"I've got all you can handle, whore!" Melissa wailed as she shoved the brunette harder this time, backing her up several steps.
"Piss me off and I'll scratch your fucking eyes out!" the blonde threatened as she stepped up again and returned the shove with equal force.
"Tramp!" Melissa yelled.
"Bitch!" Kymberly snapped back.
Both women then grabbed each other's hair and started dragging one another around the room, squealing and cursing and threatening each other with graphic details of what they intended to do to each other's tits and bodies.
Melissa had never fought another female before and had no idea of what to expect or what to do other than what she'd seen in several brief television cat fights. As she and Kymberly pulled each other's hair, she was finding it difficult to maintain her balance in her high heels. Kymberly, the more experienced fighter, had obviously fought in heels before because she was having no trouble at all even though she was in higher heels than Melissa.
Kymberly soon had Melissa bent over forward and struggling to maintain her balance. The brunette's face was twisted into a grimace showing that even though the fight was mock, she was serious in her intent to win and inflict a fair measure of pain of her opponent.
"Ow ow ow!" Melissa squealed as Kymberly relentlessly jerked her around by the hair, yanking her to the right and then to the left. Melissa teetered and almost fell several times, fighting against the brunette and her own high heels which she cursed herself for wearing.
Finally Melissa dropped to one knee and as Kymberly stepped back to pull Melissa down face first by the hair, the feisty blonde reach out and grabbed her opponent's ankles. As Kymberly pulled back, her feet were pinned and her momentum toppled her over backwards onto the floor. Still clinging to Melissa's hair, she pulled the blonde down with her and their nylon clad legs immediately snaked together as they began rolling back and forth in a wild hair pulling exchange.
Dresses hiked up around their waists now as they rolled and struggled giving Melissa's husband his first clear view of their lingerie. Melissa's stockings were held up by a black satin garter belt and her panties were black satin as well, cut low and tight fitting. Kymberly had on a black nylon thong that showcased her taut buttocks and lean thighs. Her extra long stockings had wide lace tops that stayed up without the need for garters, clinging sensuously to her shapely thighs only inches from her crotch.
Melissa's lack of fighting experience was having no impact at this point, she was fighting now on pure instinct, drawing on her natural female tendencies to slap, grab, claw, and pull hair.
Kymberly, the more tactical fighter, was able to keep Melissa on her back the majority of the time even though they were rolling back and forth. Whenever their momentum stopped, it was usually the brunette with the upper hand and she used this positional advantage to inflict more punishment on the blonde as she floundered on her back.
Each fighter was still catty in her verbiage and even though they were breathing a little heavier now, they were still able to resort to name calling and making threats. Finally breaking the mutual leg lock, Kymberly quickly got to her knees. Still on her back, Melissa was too slow in getting up and could only kick at Kymberly as the brunette backed off to avoid the dangerous heels of her opponent's shoes.
The reflex kicking action just pissed Kymberly off because this was supposed to be a mock fight and a kick with a high heel could do serious damage if it connected so to her, this upped the ante a level.
Grabbing one of Melissa's ankles as she tried to kick, Kymberly twisted her leg and as Melissa screamed out in pain and rolled onto her side, Kymberly dove on top of her. The brunette grabbed the top of Melissa's dress and yanked hard. A seam gave way as the loud ripping sound reverberated around the room and Melissa's black satin bra came into view. Melissa fought to pull her torn dress back up over her bra but Kymberly was having no parts of that. She continued to rip and claw at the sexy red dress until it was torn enough to expose her bra completely.
Melissa grabbed Kymberly in a headlock and rolled her over onto her back, crawling on top of her. Struggling hard to keep the wildly writhing brunette in the headlock, Melissa used her full body weight to keep the girl pinned to the carpet.
Kymberly bucked and wriggled furiously, clawing with her fingernails at Melissa's bare arms leaving red scratches in their wake. Melissa yelped and released the headlock, slapping Kymberly hard across the cheek. Things were now beginning to heat up considerably and the mock fight was becoming a bit more real for both women.
They separate and each got to their knees where they relaxed for a second and tried to regain their composure. This was no problem for Kymberly but the look on Melissa's face said that she was still in full fight mode and that this was real.
Melissa again tried to reconstruct her dress but it was no use as the ripped garment hung around her waist. Her nipples, hard now from all the intense grinding and body contact, pressed hard into the thin delicate satin cups of the bra, protruding and making inviting targets for Kymberly who now eyed them with relish.
Kymberly absently tugged the hem of her mini dress down to cover the dark lace tops of her stockings as she positioned herself to rejoin the fight. The stockings were beginning to sag slightly from all the floor fighting but were still riding around mid thigh so the dress now only covered the tops partially.
"C'mon bitch!" Kymberly urged, motioning for Melissa to come at her.
Melissa's mouth twisted into a grimace as she lunged at the brunette, grabbing a handful of brown hair with one hand and a handful of Kymberly's left breast with the other. They slammed together on their knees, thigh against thigh as Kymberly went for Melissa's blonde hair with both hands, jerking her head backwards at a horrible angle.
The blonde grunted and struggled but was still forced down backwards onto her back by the surprisingly strong little brunette. As they fell, Kymberly came down on top of Melissa and Melissa immediately snaked her silk clad legs around the blonde's waist in a scissors hold. Kymberly instantly released Melissa's hair and dug all ten claws into her rival's soft white thighs just above the dark welt of her nylons.
"Aaaaaagh" Melissa screamed as the pain overwhelmed her. She quickly released the scissors hold and bucked hard to throw Kymberly off her and to the side. Grabbing the top of the brunette's dress, Melissa growled and grunted as she tugged and yanked at the garment. Expecting the dress to easily tear away as they do in TV and movie fights, Melissa's anger increased as the dress remained undamaged. She pulled harder and harder, yanking with vicious strokes until she finally heard the telltale ripping sound and the top of Kymberly's dress began to peel away in strips.
The fight now escalated in a full blown hissing, screeching, clawing clothes ripping battle until both girls' dresses and bras were completely gone and strewn about the floor in tatters.
Crashing together, bare tits against bare tits, the two women once again began the mutual two hand hair pulling on their knees, savagely jerking each other side to side. Their tits rubbed and ground together from the vicious jerking and hard nipples were now stabbing into tender tit flesh as the battle heated up. A light sheen of perspiration was now beginning to form in their cleavage, on their brows, and in the smalls of their backs from the intense fighting and the warm summer air wafting in through the open windows. Their perspiration mingled sensuously with their perfumes, creating an olfactory delight of Melissa's husband as he looked on, enthralled by the spectacle he was witnessing.
Finally falling once again to the carpet, the two sexy fighters snaked their nylon clad legs together and began rolling and writhing around on the carpet, wildly pulling hair and now starting to grab at each other's tits.
Kymberly was the first to initiate the tit fight, grabbing one of Melissa's big breasts and squeezing it. Her nails bit into the tender flesh causing Melissa to reciprocate and almost instantly, a full blown tit fight erupted between the two sexy battlers.
With their legs still tightly entangled, they tore at each other's breasts and nipples with sadistic precision; grabbing, twisting, clawing, pinching, and gouging to mete out as much torturous punishment as they could. Tears now streamed down both women's faces, grotesquely smearing their once perfect makeup as the fight raged on. Each girl was giving as much pain as she was receiving but Kymberly soon began to gain the edge due to Melissa's much larger breasts that were more vulnerable, especially when the blonde was on top and they dangled beneath her.
Kymberly's fighting skills were really coming into play now as she manipulated Melissa's position to keep the blonde on top more now to make her tits an easier target. Her own small breasts nearly disappeared when she was on her back and she used her powerful thighs in the leg lock to maintain that position, allowing Melissa to think she had the advantage by being on top when if fact, the opposite was true.
Melissa still dealt a good bit of pain to Kymberly's breasts, however, focusing intently on her large, puffy areola and nipples. Their bodies were now beginning to glisten with a light sheen of perspiration and their breasts began to get slippery now and more difficult to grab and hold.
Kymberly now started throwing punches at Melissa's tits and at her ribs. The punches had little power but still landed solidly enough to get the blonde's attention who began fighting back in kind, throwing weak punches of her own as they continued to roll back and forth.
Their sheer stockings were now riddled with runs from being abrasively dragged over the carpet repeatedly and Kymberly's thigh tops were now slid down to almost her knees. One of Melissa's black satin garter straps was broken so one stocking dipped several inches lower than the other.
As their momentum stopped again with Melissa on top, Kymberly dug into her jiggling, swaying tits with all ten talons and Melissa replied with a vicious slap to the brunette's face that snapped her head to the side and dazed her momentarily.
Kymberly was livid. She loved to wrestle and loved to fight but getting her face slapped that hard always flipped the switch that sent her ballistic. She instantly broke the leg lock and wiggled around into a position where she could snake her long sexy legs around Melissa's thick waist.
Using the course grain of her nylons for gripping power against Melissa's sweaty flesh, Kymberly locked her ankles and began crushing the blonde's rib cage with a powerful scissors hold. The blonde began bucking and squirming around wildly in an attempt to break free, her bare tits flopping and bouncing as she struggled. She clawed at Kymberly's thighs, both at bare skin and at her sheer silk stockings, doing everything she could to break the painful hold that was squeezing the air from her lungs.
Kymberly was now being literally tossed around like a rag doll as Melissa thrashed and bucked. It was almost like she was a bull rider trying to cling to the body of a thrashing beast as it tried to buck her off. They both screamed and screeched, clawing and slapping at each other with unabashed rage and fury.
The scissors hold finally gave way due to Melissa's furious bucking but the escape wore the blonde down significantly and she was now tiring fast, sucking hard for air as her heavy tits heaved up and down.
Sensing victory was near, Kymberly relentlessly pursued her; slapping, grabbing, clawing and groping at every inch of Melissa's weakening body, brutally punishing the blonde who fought back hard but was doing little damage.
Melissa, never having done this before, had not had the foresight to lay out any kind of submission guidelines and even though she was ready to quit the fight, Kymberly was not.
"I . . . give" Melissa sputtered between labored breaths. "I . . . I . . . give!"
"Oh no!" Kymberly hissed, also heavily winded and speaking in short bursts between breaths. "I'm . . . not . . . done with . . . you . . yet!"
They broke apart and Melissa was on her back, lightly rocking from side to side with her knees pulled up into a semi fetal position. Kymberly got to her knees beside the blonde, took a few seconds to brush the hair back out of her face and pull her sexy stockings back up to their original position high on her thighs, and then leaned forward.
"Now . . . the fight . . . really . . . starts!" Kymberly threatened through clenched teeth.
"No . . . no . . . no more!" Melissa pleaded.
Kymberly then swung a leg over Melissa and mounted her in a reverse straddle pin. Her nylon clad shins each pressed one of Melissa's arms tightly against the carpet and she pressed the crotch of her sheer little thong panties against the blonde's chin. Melissa began tossing her head side to side to keep from tasting Kymberly's juices but her efforts failed as the sleazy little brunette pressed her crotch hard against Melissa's chin now to immobilize her.
Reaching down into Melissa's crotch, Kymberly snaked two fingers underneath the thin elastic leg band of her opponent's wet black panties and slid them deep inside her. Melissa gasped with wide open eyes as Kymberly thrust her fingers into her cxnt. She tried to buck but Kymberly was too solidly positioned and Melissa just didn't have the strength to fend her off.
Kymberly began fucking her slowly at first while gyrating her ass and grinding her own cxnt against Melissa's chin in a humiliating combination finger fuck and face sit while Melissa's husband looked on in awe, not knowing what to do or if he should intervene. He knew at some level he should stop the carnage, but couldn't bring himself to do it. The cat fight now turned slutty sex fight was the most incredible thing he'd ever seen and far and away topped any fantasy fight he'd ever imagined.
Melissa continued to struggle but the more she did, the harder Kymberly finger fucked her, probing and thrusting now as deep as her long slender fingers would allow, slamming her hand against Melissa's labia and clitoris hard with the end of each thrust. Melissa's rock hard nipples were now stabbing into the backs of Kymberly's sweaty thighs as she continued to pump and gyrate against the blonde's chin.
Melissa was now involuntarily pumping and thrusting back against Kymberly's fingers, caught up now in the heat of the moment and unable to control the rising tide of passion within her. She willed herself to resist but could not as she pumped harder and faster, bouncing up and down now with each thrust.
"Oh ohh ohhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Melissa squealed as the first orgasm ripped through her throbbing, sweat soaked body. She moaned and writhed about, rubbing and grinding her panty clad ass against the carpet with Kymberly's full body weight still on her.
Kymberly now leaned forward, pulling her cxnt away from Melissa's face. Grabbing the tops of both of Melissa's black silk stockings, Kymberly pulled hard. The sheer stockings tore open wide with a loud popping and tearing sound as her claws dug into Melissa's thighs. Kymberly's own mouth gaped open, caught up herself in the pleasure and ecstasy of the moment, seeking her own orgasmic release.
Slowly getting herself turned around, Kymberly slid off Melissa and peeled down her little thong panties, dropping them on the floor. Again pulling her sheer stockings back up to a taut position, she remounted her victim. This time in a school girl straddle pin, Kymberly slowly slid forward for the ultimate humiliation.
Melissa wildly tried to bite Kymberly's inner thighs as the brunette slid forward but Kymberly grabbed two handfuls of Melissa's blonde hair to hold her head still and stop the biting. She inched forward and when Melissa resisted again, Kymberly slapped her hard once, then again, then a third time until the blonde was stunned and seeing stars.
Kymberly then slid all the way over Melissa's mouth and began grinding her bare cxnt back and forth over the blonde's lips, making her eat her pussy. The brunette starting moving in rhythm, back and forth with lips parted, eyes closed, and head thrown back as she face fucked her fallen rival.
Kymberly's bare flesh glistened from sweat under the lights of the room as she lustily began pumping now, slamming her cxnt against Melissa's face faster and faster until she finally tensed, let out a loud high pitched squeal, and then fell limp, sliding off her victim to the carpet.
Both sweat lathered fighters now laid motionless beside one another, each trying to catch her breath. Melissa was coughing and spitting out pubic hairs and the salty pungent juices from Kymberly's orgasm as she slowly rose up on one elbow and smiled at her husband who could do nothing but nod and clap his approval at the incredible performance both femmes had put on.
"Are you okay?" he asked his wife as he now leaned down beside them both.
"I'm . . . fine," she said with difficulty.
He looked over at Kymberly who nodded, "I'm okay."
"Damn," Melissa said softly. "I . . . could do . . . that . . . again!"
The end?
