Mindy, Fantasy Session Wrestler in “French Maid, Part 4”
By Gark
Seated at our usual table at the Northridge Country Club, I sipped on a fine imported beer while awaiting Dorothy’s arrival. She was late, which was quite unusual for her. There were other things unusual about today’s luncheon. We usually met for lunch on Thursdays, but it was Tuesday today. And Dorothy usually called to confirm, but this time James had called. It was probably nothing, I told myself, eyeing an elderly man making his way down the aisle between tables. His path would soon carry him near my table, so I looked up and smiled. It was then that I recognized him!! Mr. Van Der Meir himself was headed towards my table!!!
I swallowed hard, but didn’t flinch as he sat down across from me. I looked square at him, not knowing what to expect.
“Very good Mindy, very good indeed,” he chuckled kindly. “No reaction whatsoever. I expected nothing less of you. But I must apologize for my little surprise… I wasn’t sure you would see me otherwise.”
“Mr. Van Der Meir… uh…” I managed to say.
“Please, call me Charles,” he replied kindly. “I wish to hire you, so please don’t decide to leave abruptly or whatever.”
Now what! My mind reeled! He must know everything!!
Charles must have seen my confusion, as he continued. “Yes, I know everything. Dorothy tried to shield your ‘activities’ by erasing the security tapes, but she was unaware of the automated off-site backup servers. I saw everything, other than whatever transpired within the bathroom, that is.”
“Um… uh… You said you wanted to hire me…” I mumbled.
“Yes, I’m prepared to pay you a substantial fee, if you’re willing. Let’s order lunch and I’ll explain,” he offered.
I certainly liked the sound of ‘substantial fee,’ so I smiled my nicest at the old codger, saying, “Yes, let’s order lunch. I’d like to hear your proposal.”
We ordered and settled into more comfortable conversation. Noting his poor physical condition, I asked, “So, how was your latest safari?”
“More of a pampered vacation, I’m afraid, not like the old days. It was a last hurrah for me… one last time… high blood pressure, you know.”
I could see he had more to say, so I just nodded my head, “Um hmm.”
“At any rate, we made a sojourn to the very place where Elizabeth fell ill. I loved that woman deeply… I watched Beth slowly waste away…”
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to dredge up old memories. I am so sorry for your loss,” I offered.
“Yes thank you. Unfortunately, Beth and I had just six years together. Like Dorothy, she was much younger than I. It was my second marriage… outlived the first one, too…” he mumbled. “But you should know, I love Dorothy every bit as much as my former wives, although at my advanced age, I can’t supply her physical needs. That’s where you come in,” he smiled.
“You want me to…” I asked.
Charles finished the sentence for me, “wrestle, catfight and sexfight with Dorothy.”
“I think I can manage that,” I smiled.
Our food arrived and the conversation was interrupted briefly. As we dined, Charles continued, “Poor Dorothy was unaware of my imminent return. At least I didn’t catch her with another man. Although, I’d loved to have walked in on the two of you… Imagine my surprise at seeing the tapes. I could hardly believe it… almost knocked my socks off, so to speak.”
“Um hmm. I suppose it might. So how long have you been a female fight fan,” I asked.
“I was a youngster at the time… actually saw my mother and her maid have a tussle. They must have thought they were alone, but I was hidden behind a big chair and saw it all. It was my first erection…”
“Afterwards, nothing came of it - both women seemed at ease with what had happened,” he continued. “When Mother didn’t fire the maid, I realized they must fight routinely. I paid attention to their moods, and pretended to go out, instead secretly waiting for another catfight. I managed to see them in action four more times before Father fired the maid, himself. He must have caught on.”
“Hmm… and since?” I asked.
“There were a few times I managed to get a few girlfriends to fight, but nothing in a very long time. You see… I was grooming Dorothy… I wanted her and Beth to fight. And, it almost worked. If it hadn’t been for Beth’s untimely demise, I’m convinced they’d have fought.”
“Oh, they would have. I can attest to that!” I replied emphatically.
“Yes, I could tell from the recordings. You & Dorothy really mix it up! I’d like the two of you to do it again, but to my specifications. And, I want it to be a surprise for Dorothy! She knows nothing of this meeting today between us.”
The details of Charles’ plan unfolded slowly while we ate. It was an inspired plan. Dorothy would be surprised indeed!
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So, later that same day, I found myself at the Van Der Meir estate, knocking on the front door of the mansion. James, the Van Der Meir butler, promptly answered the door. “Always nice to see you Miss Mindy,” he said evenly. “I hope there’ll be no food in tonight’s activities,” he asked, a lopsided curl forming on his lips.
James was just being friendly, I realized. I’d never seen him smile before, so this had been a real effort for him. “Yes James, I promise. But I helped clean up last time,” I offered.
“Yes, you did. And for that, I thank you. Please come in, I’ll escort you to the master.”
He led me upstairs to the master suite where Charles awaited, and then James departed. “Greetings Mindy,” beamed Charles. “Are you ready? In good fighting trim and all?”
“I certainly am,” I replied enthusiastically. With the huge fee Charles had advanced me, I was literally on air… ready for anything!!
“I’m not so spry these days, so I had this view port installed some years ago… hoping to catch Beth and Dorothy in a fight, you know,” he chuckled.
Charles reached for a picture on the wall, tugged lightly, swiveling it out of the way for me to have a look. It was Dorothy in her bedroom, making up her face in front of me… in front of the full-length mirror in her room. The view port was Dorothy’s mirror! I turned to Charles, “Did you?”
“No, no. I’ve given Dorothy her privacy. I had this view port installed only in hopes of seeing a catfight… haven’t opened the thing in years… since Beth.”
“Yes, yes. But I’m here now,” I interrupted before he could sink into despair. “And Dorothy and I will give you a catfight the likes of which you’ve never seen!”
“Bravo. Well said. Let’s get the show on the road!” he gleamed.
I dropped my trench coat to the floor, revealing my outfit. This time I would be the French Maid and Dorothy the mistress. My breasts nearly spilled out the top of the low-slung outfit Charles had selected.
“Very nice, very nice indeed,” he chuckled, leading me out the door and down the hallway towards Dorothy’s chamber. “I’ve told Dorothy to dress for an interview with a candidate for maid. I had her put on a nice dress, but don’t let that bother you in the least. She’s kind of puzzled about the whole thing, as we had previously agreed to not hire a maid. But once she sees you, well…”
Charles knocked on the door, and Dorothy opened it straight away. The look on her face was priceless, seeing Charles and myself standing at the door to her chambers, let alone with me wearing a French Maid outfit. She was literally speechless.
Fortunately, Charles spoke first. “Dorothy, I’d like you to meet Mindy. She’s come to inquire about the maid position. Could you please give her your requirements and answer any questions she may have?”
“Um, uh, certainly,” Dorothy finally managed to say.
“Good. Then I’ll leave the two of you to work things out,” Charles replied, before turning on his heels towards the master suite.
As soon as he was out of earshot, I quickly spilled the beans. “He knows everything… something about offsite digital back-ups. He’s headed for the master suite to watch. There’s a view-port through your mirror. We have only a few moments to set this thing up! In a nutshell, what Charles wants from us is a very rough catfight… the kind he’d hoped to precipitate between you and Elizabeth… rougher than anything the two of us have done before. So, this is what we’ll do for Charles…”
To her credit, Dorothy just kept her mouth shut and listened while I explained. We had only moments here at the door to her chambers to prepare. “It’ll be wrestling combined with rules catfighting - hairpulling, breast mauling, spanking, body and breast slapping, but no punching, kicking or whatever. One round - we’re to rip/strip each other naked as we fight. It’ll be a type III sexfight - the winner forces the loser to service her. Once we begin, it’ll be unscripted - whoever wins, wins. The loser is to be left humiliated & unsatisfied, as I imagine a fight between you and Elizabeth might have been.”
Dorothy absorbed it all very quickly, nodding her head up and down at each new piece of information. I gave Dorothy the lowdown on the opening script, asking, “Ready?”
“Um hmm, just one question, though. This is a $20,000 designer gown!!”
“Yes, he knows… and that’s the way he wants it!” I replied.
“Okay, if it’s a rip roaring catfight he wants, then it’s the least we can do… right?” she asked.
“Um hmm, let’s go,” I confirmed. “Let’s get into character.”
Dorothy led me into her chambers as she would an interviewee. “This is my suite, as I’m sure you can tell by the elegant furnishings. I selected them personally.”
Dorothy could really lay it on thick! “Yes madam, very tastefully done,” I replied meekly.
Dorothy continued to show me around her chambers, describing my role in the household. She managed to describe as much drudgery as possible, making the job sound as disgusting as possible… “And the toilet, I expect it to be cleansed each day,” she droned.
I just nodded my head with each new repulsive task she described. Finally, Dorothy said, “Above all, you must respect your betters.”
I’d heard enough of that crap! “I will when I meet them,” I snarled. “I’m interviewing for a position as maid, not slave!”
Dorothy was unfazed by my outburst. “Regardless, if selected for this position, I would expect your complete obedience… to me first… ahead of Charles.”
“That’s not what the master told me,” I replied. “He was quite straight about it.”
“You can pretend in front of him if you wish, but your true loyalty must be to me and me only!” Dorothy cackled, “or I’ll see to it that you don’t get this job… or any other job for that matter!”
“That would ruin me… you can’t…” I cried.
“Just watch me,” she hissed.
“I won’t let you, witch!” I slapped her hard across the face!
Dorothy reeled, then recovered and slapped me hard in return. The slaps had been real, as would everything from here on.
We lunged at each other, grabbing tresses of each other’s hair, cursing loud and hard, and doing our best to disable each other. Dorothy was absolutely wild, losing herself in the fight. We careened wildly about the room, screaming bloody murder as we went.
Dorothy tried to slap me again, but I blocked it easily. I tried to slap her in return, but she was prepared and blocked the attempt, too. I changed tactics, grabbed her low-cut dress and gave a mighty downward tug. I really hated to do it, gutting such a beautiful evening gown, but what the heck. The flimsy thing tore away cleanly, leaving Dorothy reeling.
She stood there speechless in her fury, wearing only panties and stay-up silk leggings. Her breasts heaved up and down as she caught her breath. “That was a $20,000 designer gown, simpleton!” Dorothy screamed as she charged at me, tackling me at the waist. I landed hard on the floor with Dorothy clawing at my clothes. “I’ll strip you naked, serving wench! And then you’ll beg me for the job!”
“I’ll strip you naked, bitch, and make you confess your true motivations to the master!” I spat as we tumbled about on the floor, back and forth, pummeling each other with the occasional breast or body slap. Dorothy’s breasts were an easy target. I managed to land a few slaps before latching onto them and squeezing hard.
Dorothy squealed bloody murder and knocked my hands away as she rolled me onto my back, straddling me at the waist. Dorothy feinted another face slap and when my hands went up in defense, she grabbed the top of my french maid outfit and ripped it wide open, spilling out my naked breasts. She quickly latched onto my breasts and I latched onto hers. I shoved her off me, but we still squeezed the other’s breasts as we tumbled back and forth.
It hurt like hell as neither of us held back. I finally saw my break, trying to get to my knees for an advantage. But as I rose, Dorothy grabbed the back of my outfit, ripping it open at the flimsy buttons in back. Before I knew it, I was left wearing only pantyhose - no panties tonight.
I was stunned momentarily, standing on my knees facing away from Dorothy. I turned to face her, but it was too late. She pushed me forward, while grabbing a hold of the top of my pantyhose. There was a ripping sound as she pulled my pantyhose to my knees.
I was trapped with my pantyhose to the knees, immobilized, while Dorothy was free to do as she pleased. There was a tremendous slap to my bare bottom and I shrieked loudly in pain. It hurt like hell! I twisted to the side just in time to negate the next butt slap. I struck back at Dorothy and managed to land an open handed slap to the side of her ribcage. Dorothy latched onto my breasts in a death grip, so I responded in kind. We tumbled back onto the carpeted floor squeezing, mauling and rolling around like two wildcats in heat. Speaking of which, both of our female scents were heavy in the air. I knew the fight would end with one of us being totally satiated, and the other left wanting. But who would take which part?
Finally we flew apart. By now my pantyhose were at my ankles, so I quickly peeled them off my feet and flung them aside. I rose to my feet before Dorothy could resume the offensive. I was now totally naked, whereas Dorothy still wore her panties and silk leggings. We circled, sneering at each other.
“Give up now, cleaning wench,” she spat. “Submit to me now and you can have the job. Otherwise… otherwise you’ll learn how to serve me in ways you’ve never imagined.”
“Not a chance, rich bitch!” I screamed. “I won’t quit until I’ve taken you down a notch. And we’ll see who serves whom when I’m done drubbing the floor with you. And for your information, my imagination is quite vivid, too!”
We circled each other warily in the open floor between the mirror (where Charles watched) and Dorothy’s large canopy bed. Finally, we could wait no longer and flung our bodies towards the other. Our nearly equal breasts met in a solid smack as we bounced off the other momentarily. We redoubled our efforts and were soon wrapped up with the other breast to breast, clawing and clutching at the other’s body as we careened around the room. Finally, Dorothy flung me away and I flew against the mirror. I was momentarily stunned as Dorothy closed in on me and applied a full nelson. Dorothy held me firm against the mirror, my breasts squashed flat against its smooth surface. Her waist pressed firmly against my butt, splaying my crotch against the mirror as well. I was held firm for some moments, trying to recover my senses. What a view Charles must have had!!
Finally, I managed to trip Dorothy slightly and she faltered backwards. I twisted around, but she managed to hold tightly to the full nelson. I pressed the attack backwards, forcing Dorothy hard against the mirror. Her butt cheeks must have been squashed firm against the mirror. For Charles, the view had to be incredible as we fought along and against the mirrored surface.
I finally broke free of the full nelson, but Dorothy wasn’t done with me yet. She rushed at me face to face and managed to get her arms around me cleanly, clutching me in a bearhug. Our breasts mashed together, colliding repeatedly as I squirmed to get free. Dorothy had me in serious trouble yet again and I was becoming weakened.
I’d never seen Dorothy so motivated! She was in a completely frenzied, all consuming state of mind, oblivious to everything but the immediate battle. It must have been for Charles, clearly wanting very badly to defeat me in front of him… and to this point, succeeding very well. And, I wasn’t holding back… Charles had made me promise not to ‘pull any punches,’ and I hadn’t. Dorothy genuinely had me in trouble!
My arms sank to my sides, brushing against Dorothy’s waist, briefly making contact with her thong panties. Suddenly I knew what to do. In a quick motion, I grabbed hold of both sides of her panties and yanked upwards fiercely for a wedgie! Dorothy screamed like a banshee, immediately releasing the bearhug.
It was her turn to be in trouble as I yanked ever harder. Unexpectedly, Dorothy slapped me hard across the breasts. I reeled, stunned momentarily, falling backwards and ripping off a piece of her panties.
“I guess these are hurting me more than helping,” she said, slipping off what little remained of her panties and tossing them aside. “Now where were we wench?” she cackled.
“Can’t you remember bitch?” I sneered as I crashed my breasts against hers. This time I got Dorothy in a bear hug, but as I pressed for control, we toppled backwards towards the dressing table. Dorothy’s butt rode up atop the dressing table and we soon found ourselves with Dorothy sitting on the table while I stood in front of the table with my arms around her squeezing the heck out of her chest with the bearhug. In the blink of an eye, Dorothy’s legs wrapped around my waist in a scissors lock. While I squeezed her chest in a bearhug, Dorothy squeezed my waist in return with a leg scissors. We both grunted from the strain and grimaced from the pain. But we were both too stubborn to release the hold, preferring to punish the other despite the punishment we received in return.
We struggled like that, perched on the dressing table for long moments, the intensity slowly receding from both of us. Dorothy glanced to the side, taking note of our surroundings. She swiftly grabbed a bottle of body lotion and squirted it at my chest as I continued the bearhug hold. I was so surprised that I released my grip around her and grabbed at the bottle. Dorothy managed to keep the scissors locked about my waist as we fought for control of the bottle of lotion. It squirted all over the place as we tried to point it at one another. Soon, our chests were covered in lotion from waist to neck. I finally knocked the bottle aside and grabbed both of Dorothy’s arms, lifting her butt off the table. It was only a few steps to the bed, but I took them as fast as possible, narrowly dodging one of the bedposts.
Dorothy’s scissors grip loosened as we hit the bed. Dorothy landed on her back while I went head over heels, somersaulting over her and landing on my back opposite her. Dorothy recovered first, rolling over and diving atop of me. Her legs locked around my head in a scissors. I gasped for air, then reached around her and locked my arms about her waist. Our slimy chests slithered together briefly as I forced her head towards my waist area. My legs soon found her head and I scissored Dorothy in return. We were sort of 69’d together in mutual head scissors. Our slimy chests slithered back and forth as we struggled to get free of the other. Her breasts pressed against the front of my crotch occasionally and I became ever hotter at the contact. I made sure my breasts did likewise against Dorothy’s crotch.
We rolled back and forth squeezing as much punishment into the hold as possible while holding out against the constant pain. Tears were streaming from my eyes as I grimaced in pain. I heard Dorothy grunting and grimacing, too. “Give up, wench,” she sputtered, “and I’ll go easy on you.”
“No, you give up bitch, and I’ll go easy on you,” I spat.
Neither of us was willing to give an inch. We rolled back and forth, struggling for position. Dorothy’s firm, round ass loomed nearby. As we rolled in my favor, I swatted it as hard as I could! That broke her concentration and my head came free. I tried to consolidate my scissors upon Dorothy, but my ass came under attack with a hard swat, so I released the hold and rolled away.
We rose to our knees to face each other on the bed. Dorothy grabbed a pillow and whacked me across the head. Jeeez, did that ever sting! I reeled from the impact and went down briefly. When Dorothy didn’t attack, I got back up. Dorothy had thrown all the other pillows off the bed and was moving towards me with the only remaining pillow, swinging wildly. I grabbed hold of the pillow just as it smacked into my face and didn’t let go. Soon we were struggling for control of the pillow with our arms high in the air, each clutching one end of the pillow. Our slimy breasts slithered against the other as we struggled. I was so aroused I thought I might succumb right there!
With her free arm, Dorothy pushed me over backwards. I landed on my back with my legs spread-eagled. I heard a ripping sound. Neither of us had let go of the pillow and now each held a piece of it. Feathers went flying everywhere as the momentum finally carried Dorothy towards me. Her breasts landed hard upon my rock-hard clit. I squealed at the intimate contact as Dorothy took full advantage of the lotion and feathers to attack my clit. There was nothing I could do! I was helpless! I squealed and rocked in the pain/pleasure of the contact.
But instead of pleasuring me, Dorothy took the opportunity of my distraction to vault atop my body in a schoolgirl pin, eventually settling in for a face sit. We must have looked a sight, both covered in lotion and feathers, one dominating atop the other! Charles was certainly getting his money’s worth, I thought, as Dorothy’s silk-clad thighs gently caressed the sides of my head.
Dorothy’s hands controlled mine and I ceased struggling. There was no escape for me as I’d already submitted in my mind. I’d never before been this thoroughly defeated and I had to admit that I didn’t mind it one whit, especially with Dorothy. She took her time, sliding/gliding effortlessly back and forth upon my lotion & feather covered breasts, occasionally forcing her pussy close to my face, making me pleasure her thoroughly and repeatedly. I swore my tongue would be sore for days, but I kept at it until she finally could take no more.
Eventually Dorothy dismounted my body, stepped off the bed and then helped me up. We stood together on the floor and hugged for a time, sneaking a brief kiss as we parted. Dorothy led me to the shower and we cleaned each other off. True to Charles’ stipulation though, Dorothy did not try to pleasure me. Instead, I saw to her every need as we cleansed and dried ourselves.
We dressed slowly as we were both worn out, deciding to leave the room in a shambles for the time being. I wondered where Charles could be. Surely he would have wanted to join us by now. We meandered out of the room, deciding to check in with him.
Dorothy opened the door to the master suite, nearly fainting from the sight. There was Charles, slumped over on the floor. Dorothy rushed to his side while I yelled for James to call 911. But in my heart, I knew it was too late.
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It had been several hours since the cops arrived. We’d answered their questions as best we could. But they’d seen the mirrored view port, Charles with his pants to his knees and a wet spot on the carpeting nearby. They had seen Dorothy’s bedroom, too, noting its wildly disheveled state. All we offered was that we had provided Charles with some ‘entertainment,’ declining any specifics. I’m sure they’d seen it all before, so there were no further questions.
Charles died of a stroke, his high blood pressure being his final undoing. The wild show we’d put on had been too much for him. I kept the sentiments to myself, that at least Charles had died happy, getting it up one last time…
Most of the cops had left with only a forensics team finishing up. A tall, striking blond woman wearing a ‘CSI: Chicago’ jacket walked over to us, holding a videotape. “Hello. My name is Lieutenant Tagliabue with CSI. I’m deeply sorry for your loss.”
“Th… thank you, lieutenant,” a badly shaken Dorothy managed to reply.
The CSI woman continued, “It’s obvious that nothing illegal went down here tonight, just an unfortunate set of events. However, I will need to hold onto this tape I found in your panic room for a time, just to verify the evening’s events. I’ll return it as soon as I can. And, you can trust me to keep this private.”
“Thank you for your discretion, lieutenant,” I told her sincerely. “I’m sure that would be best for all involved.”
Finally, the last of them had left. James and I were left to console Dorothy as best we could. It was obvious she had loved Charles deeply. “You know, I wanted so badly to pleasure him, but he just couldn’t… you know… he was too old to… you know…”
I just nodded in understanding.
“But tonight, you know… we succeeded… the two of us. I knew he didn’t have long to live, so I’m glad for tonight… grateful even. Thank you Mindy. You’ll always be a dear friend.”
James gave Dorothy a sleeping pill and I tucked her into bed. I spent the night in her room nearby, just in case she needed me. I was sad, but confused by it all. I’d barely met the man and now he was dead. But he died well, so I should be happy. And then there was the Van Der Meir fortune. What would Dorothy do with hundreds of millions of dollars??? The thoughts swirled around in my mind, and I finally staggered into bed next to Dorothy. She sensed my presence and put her arm around me. “I believe I still owe you something,” she said, as her stupored hand fumbled for my clit.
“Not now silly,” I said. “Save it for another time. Now go back to sleep.”
“Aw right Mindy, aw right,” she mumbled, planting a big kiss on my cheek. “Thanks for being here for me… and thanks from Charles, too. We did a good thing for him tonight.”
Deep in stupor, somehow Dorothy had managed to set my mind at ease. I cuddled up close against her, comforting one another. As I drifted off to sleep, my last thoughts were on the imminent arrival of my kid sister, home from college for the summer and staying with me at my house. I’d have to adjust somehow…
[Author’s note: Any similarity of names used in this story to actual persons was unintentional and purely coincidental.]