B-I-L VS S-I-L part 2

Even though I “won” my first wrestling encounter with my sister-n-law Angela, I didn’t feel like it. My groin was sore for three days, my chest and stomach was sore and red. Hiding it from my wife wasn’t easy. I had to tell her that I had fallen against my friend’s car, you remember the one I was helping him to fix. And I had a three-day headache. I wanted revenge, and I wanted it against her friend too, Stacy.

Through email, Angela and I agreed that for our next match, we would have partners. She would have Stacy, and I would find a female partner. We also agreed to find another place.

After our match, Angela began watching wrestling, she also began surfing the net and locating sites with photos of female wrestling, boxing, catfights, and stories of each. So with ideas from the web, she and I agreed to move the match out of her house and into a gym. After searching we came up with a dance studio that was used for teaching ballet and dance. Stacy’s sister was an instructor there and through her, we secured it for a night two weeks away. The closest thing to a ring we would use would be a stack of floor mats 3 feet high, measuring 16 feet by 16 feet.

I thought long and hard about a partner. Where I worked, there were women who were nicely fit, athletic and smart, but whether they would get in a ring and wrestle with another woman was a question I was hesitant to ask. Fear of harassment or accusations made me tread slowly through the rows of employees as I searched for a candidate.

I stopped at Julie’s desk. Julie was 22, 5’9”, probably weighed around 160 with dirty blond hair just past her shoulders and green eyes. She wasn’t bikini slim, but I wouldn’t call her fat either. She looked good, she had a gorgeous smile and an outgoing personality. But she also had pictures of wrestlers in her cubicle. Not wall to wall, but a few that were easy to see. But what really got me to stop, was her screensaver. It showed random pictures of WWF Divas. They were posed in a variety of positions, in ring and out, and in a variety of attire, some little, some more. Julie wasn’t at her desk, which explains how I saw the screensaver, but she greeted me when she returned.

“Are you a wrestling fan too?” she asked. Startled, I responded truthfully, “Yeah, I watch it when I can, it’s entertaining.”

“Yeah, the guys are hot” she confided, “but some of the women are a joke.”

My interest peaked. She continued with my prodding, “well, they’re scrawny, they don’t fight very well, and they can’t sell a bump to save their lives. There is only a few that I think are worth keeping, I’d lose the rest.”

I continued the conversation. “You think you could do better?”

She hadn’t expected that question, after pausing she replied, “Yeah, I do. I mean I don’t have any training, but hand to hand I think I could. I took this as an opening. Julie knew I was married, and I knew she had a friend so I hoped she wouldn’t take this the wrong way, but I asked her to lunch confiding that I wanted to talk to her about something. Being the friendly sort she was, she agreed.

We met in the company lunchroom the next day, she had plans the day before, and I gently led into my situation. I told her that this was between her and I, this was not a come-on or some sick fetish. I told her about Angela, her ego, and how I wanted to avenge my wife’s pride, not a complete lie, and all that. Her eyes revealed her interest. She suggested we go for a walk in the company public park area where we could talk more privately but not appear to sneak away.

By the end of lunch I felt she was sold. She told me she wanted to think about it, and would let me know by email. I told her no rush, even though we only had two weeks, and if she didn’t want to I’d completely understand.

We parted at 12:45, after a short meeting at 1:00, I returned to my office and by 1:45, she had emailed me three times. Her first email asked some obvious questions. “What are the rules? Did either of you get hurt the first time? What did you wear?” Her second email said that if she agreed, and only if, she would need to practice first, suggesting we meet somewhere to try a few moves and such. I agreed. Her third email went into detail about where we would meet and that she as going to bring her sister to have a female body to spar with. If she was bringing her sister because she wasn’t sure about my intentions, that was more than fine with me.

Two nights later we met at her sister’s house. Jackie was 32, weighed about 150 and stood slightly shorter than her sister at 5’7”. She was built just like her sister though. She wasn’t slim, but she filled an exercise suit well. Her hair was also dirty blond. Julie was already there when I arrived, and already sweating. She commented that she was excited about trying wrestling moves and she and Jackie had been playing around for a half-hour or so. Once in the sparring room, a clean bedroom, I showed them some of the moves Angela and I tried. The headlock, and leg scissors, and slow motion punches. I even mentioned that she “crotched”me which gave her a round, but when I returned the favor, the night swung in my favor. Julie told me to tell Jackie how the night ended.

After explaining what occurred, Jackie was angrier than me.

“Why don’t you let me and Julie take them on?” The comment from Jackie surprised me.

“Well, she and I agreed to this in the beginning, I’m not sure what she would say about wrestling 2 people she doesn’t know.”

Julie chimed in, “fake an injury, and don’t tell her until she night before.”

My mind raced. I could do that, and just make it an injury where I could still be there and maybe be the referee! I was liking this idea more and more.

The night lasted another two hours with the sisters performing moves on each other with my direction, as well as going through motions of double-teaming me. Since that was a tactic used by Angela and Stacy against me, I assured them that if necessary, Angela would try that again.

Throughout the night I began to notice a few things. These ladys were not rookies when it came to wrestling. They appeared to be picking up on moves and holds rather quickly. Here’s why:

Jackie was a part-time stripper/dancer, and on the occasion where she was hired for a private session, if she felt comfortable with her customer, she would offer more “personal opportunities.” And on some occasions, her customers, both men and women, might request a roll in the hay of a dominant nature. Wrestling, spanking, even some slight domination pleasures, as long as they paid. Jackie wouldn’t call herself a dominatrix, but she got paid well. I also learned that Julie, while not as often as Jackie, had also “privately danced” for the right amount of money. Most often her customers came through her sister, where she has also danced with her sister, and taken part in some of her more physical escapades. Including 2 on 1 domination. I had definitely found the right ladys for my Sister-n-Law.

The night before the match, I called Angela and told her that I had injured my back at work, and was on medication for the pain. She immediately offered to reschedule the match, but I told her that my partner had offered to go through with it and that she would ask her sister to be her partner in my place. Showing no sign of doubting me, Angela agreed to meet us at the studio tomorrow night.

24 hours later, Jackie, Julie, and I pulled up to the dance studio. I wore shorts and a nice T-shirt, if there is such a thing, while the women wore sweat suits over they’re outfits. At the door we were met by a striking woman of about 30. She stood 5’11” and might have weighed 155. She was slim and muscular, she was obviously a dancer. Her auburn hair color struck me that she might be Stacy’s sister. She was. Sharon introduced herself and pointed us in the direction of an available changing room.

I stayed in the dance room and waited for the participants to come out. Angela and Stacy came out first. Angela was wearing a different suit than before. It was a black sports bra with matching lycra shorts pants. The black made Angela’s tan body and dark hair look even more attractive, if possible. Stacy, with her Auburn hair in a ponytail, wore a flattering blue workout suit, similar to Angela’s only a little tighter around her smaller ass. She was a student in her sister’s class. Angela smiled at me and commented that she was sorry I was hurt, but glad that she’d have somebody knew to throw around. Stacy sarcastically asked if my manhood was still in tact. I commented that it certainly was.

When Jackie and Julie came out, I could tell that Angela was surprised that I had found two women that were as attractive, and built as them. If anything, Julie and Jackie were heavier than Angela and Stacy, and more muscular. They were wearing matching purple sports bra and shorts. (What is there, a store with these things, everyone has one!)

No handshakes were exchanged, no smiles were visible. I stood to break the ice and introduced everyone. Nods exchanged but no contact. They stood at opposite sides of the mats, and glared. This had gotten intense, a lot quicker than I thought it would. I offered to referee the match. Sharon spoke up from behind and said that she would stay too, and how about if she and I sat our opposite sides of the “ring” and when somebody was pinned, we could count, or wait for someone to tap out.

They all agreed. Angela said, “you might as well watch them, cause they’re the ones that will be tapping out.”

Jackie replied, “bring it on bitch, we’re ready.”

Angela and Julie started the event, eyeing and circling each other. They started slow, both obviously getting the feel of the stacked mats. Jackie and Stacy both stood on the floor, waiting their turn.

Angela’s face was intense, Julie’s had a slight smile. Both women lunged, and Angela was able to secure Julie in a headlock, or was she. Julie immediately lifted Angela high off the mat, and dropped her spine first onto her knee. Angela bounced up yelling in pain and grabbing her ass. Angela only got about three steps before Julie tackled her from behind. Knocking her down face first, Julie crawled up Angela’s back and sat on her shoulders. Julie reached under Angela’s chin, locked her fingers, and pulled Angela’s head back. Julie quick dominance brought a smile to Jackie’s face, and a look of fear to Stacy’s.

Angela desperately reached to the edge of the mat and pulled herself, with Julie on her back, to the edge. But when Julie wouldn’t let go, Angela sought more desperate measures. The corner she found, was a neutral one. So when Angela reached for her partner, Stacy started towards her, but Jackie also moved and warned Stacy to , “wait your turn. You’ll get some too!”

Now in tears from the pain in her neck and back, Angela crawled over the edge sending her and Julie tumbling off the mats. Julie read the escape and rolled with the move. Julie was back on her feet before Angela and had her by the hair as she dragged her back onto the mat. Once on the mat, Julie reached to her corner and tagged in her sister. Jackie climbed onto the mat, and took the kneeling Angle by the hair, walked her to the center of the ring, and kneed her in the head. Angela fell over, grabbing her head in pain. Jackie grabbed Angela’s hair again, and kneed her on the other side of her head. Jackie stalked her injured opponent around the mat, waiting for her to stop rolling. Jackie picked Angela up by the hair again, this time pulling Angela up to her feet, and forcing her head down between her legs, Jackie grabbed around Angela’s waist and lifted her up into a piledriver. Both women collapsed to the mat with Jackie sitting up while Angela fell over in a heap. Angela laid there, breathing very heavy but not moving.

Jackie spoke to her, “aw c’mon. if that’s all your gonna put up as a fight, then this is gonna be over quick. Let’s go tag your partner, I think she wants some of this too.” Jackie grabbed Angela’s hair once again and dragged her to within a tag of Stacy. Jackie held Angela’s limp hand towards Stacy, who hesitantly tagged Angela’s hand.

With her foot, Jackie kicked Angela’s prone body off the mat. When Angela hit the floor, 3 feet down, Sharon rushed to her aid. Seeing this, Jackie helped Stacy up onto the mat with a handful of hair, seizing her advantage, once Stacy got both feet up, Jackie buried her right fist deep into Stacy’s gut. Doubled over, Stacy was easily pulled, by her hair, to the waiting Julie. With Sharon helping Angela to her feet, Julie came onto the mat without tagging in. She grabbed herself a handful of Stacy’s hair like Jackie, they each grabbed an arm, and took turns bringing knees up into Stacy’s bent over body. Connecting with her belly and chest. When Stacy began calling out for help, Jackie landed a knee against Stacy’s jaw, shutting her up for the time being.

After 7 or 8 knee shots to her body, Stacy fell limp to the mat. Jackie stepped off the mat, and Julie took over. Julie released Stacy’s hair as the auburn babe fell to the mat, beaten and bruised. Julie then laid down beside Stacy but head to feet and feet to head. Julie lifted her legs apart, reached through her spread thighs and grabbed Stacy’s hair, and pulled her head between her muscular thighs. Julie cinched down on Stacy’s head and she began kicking wildly. To stop this escape attempt, Julie wrapped her arms around Stacy’s legs, holding them down. Stacy resorted to slapping at Julie’s legs, the muscles around her head. But Julie laughed her hits off and continued applying pressure. Stacy then went to balled up fists hits to Julie’s legs. After three hits to the same place, Julie had enough and drove her own balled up fist into Stacy’s unprotected belly. This stopped Stacy’s attack. Once Stacy stopped kicking, Julie rolled over on top of Stacy, bending her knees and sitting her ass down on Stacy face. With her ankles and thighs locked around Stacy’s head, and her ass now smothering Stacy’s face, Julie was free to inflict any other pain to Stacy’s body.

“Hey Bill, last match, when they stripped you, did you get to see Stacy stripped first?” Julie asked. I knew what she meant and where this was going. I positioned myself closer and replied that I hadn’t.

Julie bent down, and pulling Stacy’s sports bra up, ripped the bottom with her teeth, and then proceeded to rip the bra in half. Stacy wasn’t as well endowed as Angela, but she was stimulating to look at topless. Stacy began kicking again now that her air was nearly gone, and she was topless. Julie grabbed a breasts in each hand, and twisted Stacy’s orbs in opposite directions. Stacy’s muffled screams could barely be heard from under Julie ass, but they were there.

Angela protested, “Hey, this is wrestling, not catfighting!”

Jackie responded, “ya’ll said no rules! Besides, we’re just having fun.”

When Stacy appeared to be out, Julie looked to me and said, “Come in here and lift her arm, she’s out!”

“I’ll do it.” Sharon reluctantly spoke up, realizing she was about to count her sister out. Sharon crawled up onto the mat, and sat beside Julie who was still using Stacy’s face as a stool. Julie smiled as Sharon lifted Stacy’s arm once, it fell, twice, it fell again……………….suddenly Sharon lunged at the back of Julie and wrapped her arms around Julie’s head and neck. Sharon fell back towards the mat, pulling Julie off her sister and onto the mat. Sharon immediately wrapped her long legs around Julie’s waist and held her choke/sleeper tight as she saddled up behind the surprised Julie.

Stacy began coughing in air as Jackie protested. “What the hell is that!”

But as Jackie crawled onto the mat, Angela was a step ahead. When Jackie was completely on the mat on her hands and knees, preparing to stand, Angela was already up and attacking. Angela brought a kick up into Jackie’s chest, with her shin connecting with Jackie’s face. Jackie took in the kick and sat up on her knees with Angela standing directly in front of her. Angela lifted her foot again and buried it in Jackie chest again, forcing her off the mat, where she landed on her back on the floor.

I didn’t know what to do. I stood, not sure to help Julie or what. Sharon saw me stand and said, “it’s all right Bill, I’m taking Stacy’s place. She never was one to fight back.” Sharon sounded fully confident as she held the smaller Julie in a secure position on the mat. Her arms still locked around her throat and her muscular legs viced around her stomach. Julie flailed her arms about, trying to roll or strike her attacker, but to no avail.

On the floor, Jackie tried to escape to safety, but each time she got to her knees to crawl, Angela was there to kick her in the stomach, knock her back down, or just stomp her back. When Jackie finally appeared to be done, Angela rolled her onto her back, and set her foot on Jackie’s throat. Jackie’s hands came up to prevent the choke, but Angela pressed hard. She asked Jackie if she wanted to quit. When Jackie didn’t respond, Angela took her foot off Jackie’s throat, and buried it in her gut. When Jackie rolled to her side to cover up, Angela went to her feet, lifted one in each hand, spread her legs and smiled.

Jackie immediately screamed, “No, please, don’t…………I quit, I quit!”

Angela said in a gentle voice, “okay, okay……….I accept…………..but one shot wouldn’t hurt…………..me.”

Angela stomped Jackie’s unprotected crotch with her right foot, sending Jackie into pain oblivion. Angela chuckled at her conquest and turned back towards the mats.

Once back onto the mats, she found Sharon tending to her battered sister as Julie laid sleeping on the mat.

Angela asked, “Sharon, this bitch ripped your sister’s top off. Then grabbed her boobs. Your just going to leave her intact?”

“No, I waking her so she can do it.”

When Stacy came to, topless and all, she went over to Julie, who was stirring but not up yet. She sat down on Julie’s belly, trapping Julie’s arms under her knees, and proceeded to rip Julie’s top off. It came off easier than Stacy’s, and was thrown across the studio. Julie began to stir and started to protest. Stacy immediately went for her breasts. With right and lefts she pummeled the naked orbs until they were red and bruised. Then she wanted to put her out again.

“You smothered me with your ass, but I’m gonna give you one better. Angela, come put this bitch out again!”

Angela obliged by pulling her top up to her neck and dropping to her knees at the top of Julie’s head. She then lowered her boobs onto Julie’s face, wrapped her hands around Julie’s head, and pulled her in tighter. With Stacy sitting on her arms and stomach, and Angela smothering her from above, Julie could only wait and pass out. This time didn’t take as long. Within a few moments, Julie’s legs stopped moving, and she was asleep again.

Jackie did finally escape, to the dressing room they had used. With Julie out and topless in the center of the mats, Angela, Stacy and Sharon approached me.

Angela spoke for the group, “I thought you were gonna get us real competition? These girls weren’t much. I would have rather wrestled with you again.”

“Give me another chance.” I commented.

“Okay, but this time, find three. I think Sharon would be disappointed if she wasn’t invited.” As she winked at her. “Let me know when your ready.” I promised her I would.

It took me an hour to get Julie and Jackie up and around enough just to leave. They were beaten, embarrassed, and quiet. Julie and I didn’t have much contact at work for the next week or two. I decided I would look elsewhere for a new team.