Mindy, Fantasy Session Wrestler in Dancers, Part 3: “Lessons For A Loser”

By Gark

Mindy: Age 27, 36C-24-35, 5' 9½", 145 lb.

Gloria: Age 29, 34A-23-35, 5' 8", 130 lb.

Tammy: Age 26, 34B-24-36, 5' 7", 130 lb.

[As told by Mindy]

Wednesday Night, Immediately Following ‘Dancers Part 2’

Mere moments after arriving home, my cell phone jingled at me. I’d just witnessed Gloria’s very convincing thrashing of her nemesis Tammy. Could it be Gloria already? The Caller ID confirmed it.

“Hi Gloria,” I began cautiously, not wanting to tip her off about my whereabouts previously this night. “What’s up?”

“I’m glad I caught you. I thought you had another engagement tonight,” she replied eagerly.

“Yeah, I did. But it’s over now,” I replied evenly.

“Oh good!” Gloria continued. “You’ll never guess what happened tonight!!”

I pretended to give it some thought before ‘guessing’. “Uh… Let’s see… Right now it’s Wednesday night about an hour and a half after dance class… Did you and Tammy happen to… uh… you know…?”

“You bet we did!! You should have seen it!!” Gloria gushed, leaving me wondering how much she knew. “I dominated her totally!! Tammy never had a chance. I am so grateful to you for the lessons, Mindy!!” she continued excitedly. “I literally mopped the mat with her!”

“Good for you!” I congratulated. “I knew you could do it! And… did you make her… you know…?” I asked as indirectly as possible, though I already knew the answer.

“Yes, I did. By the time I was done with her, Tammy was completely humiliated,” she replied nonplussed. “She was very ready to do anything that I told her.”

“Wonderful, wonderful. It sounds like you couldn’t have asked for more,” I offered.

“Pretty much, though there is one thing…”

“You’ve just got to tell me everything,” I told her.

“How about we get together for another pizza tomorrow night?” she asked. “You know, the same place on Wells Street… around 7:00? I can explain then.”

“Sure, sounds great. My Thursday nights are open right now,” I replied.

“I might have a new client for you, too” she teased, “that is, if she shows up.”

I knew this was coming, too, but feigned surprise. “You don’t mean Tammy, do you?” I asked.

“Um hmm. I think we’ve become ‘friendly’,” she offered. “Although, I do have the feeling she and I will be tangling again one day. But she needs training to make it a more even match up.”

“That, I can do,” I offered. “If Tammy’s willing, then so am I.”

“I think she’ll show up,” Gloria offered. “Who knows? It could be the beginning of a good friendship. I’ll see you there,” she said, signing off.

“Yeah, see you there,” I replied, grinning. I definitely liked the outlook for these two women.

Pizza Night

Gloria and I arrived first, ordering light beers. “Bring us a third one, too,” Gloria told the waitress. “We’re expecting one more.”

“How sure are you she’ll show up?” I asked, not really knowing, as I’d left the scene of their battle too soon.

“Real sure,” grinned Gloria, looking past me to the side as Tammy meandered our way uncertainly.

I glanced over my shoulder and put on my best smile. “Welcome Tammy. Please join us,” I offered, wanting to break the ice.

“Okay,” Tammy replied tentatively, slipping into the booth next to Gloria. The two of them had obviously become ‘friendly’.

“I’m afraid I must apologize for my rudeness last week,” Tammy told me. “I was jealous of Gloria, and shouldn’t have been rude to you… or her,” she offered. “I’ve learned my lesson now… the hard way…” As the words spilled forth, Tammy managed a wry smile in Gloria’s direction.

“We’re friends now,” offered Gloria. “You know, buried the hatchet and all,” she added, smiling back towards Tammy.

“That’s wonderful news!” I told them both. “Being friends is so much better!”

The waitress brought the light beers for the three of us and soon we were all relaxed and chatty. As it turned out, Tammy was good company. Who would have thought?? By the time the pan-style spinach pizza arrived, we were ready to talk shop.

Between bytes, Gloria began. “I want Tammy to take lessons from you Mindy, just like I did.”

“What do you say, Tammy?” I asked. “Is that what you want, too?”

“Um hmm,” she smiled. “Even while Gloria was thrashing me soundly last night, there was a certain ‘allure’ to the whole thing. I’ve never been so turned on in my life!! And with a woman, no less… and even while she was dominating the heck out of me…”

“Yep, that’s the case, more often than not,” I offered. “Too bad it was so one sided, though.” I realized my blunder immediately.

“So, you were there, weren’t you?” grinned Gloria. “You knew Tammy had seen us last week and figured out what might happen last night. Am I right?” she asked.

I blushed beet red, and then replied, “Guilty as charged. If it’s any consolation, I had a great time watching…”

“After we heard the squeaky stair step, we realized what must have happened,” Gloria replied. “I have no problem with it. In fact, I’m kind of glad you were there.”

“Me either,” added Tammy. “Though a few weeks ago I’d never have imagined… And, I can attest to having had a great time watching, too. In fact, last week when I saw you, Mindy, come out acting all snotty, acting just like me, pretty much saying what I’d said to Gloria a few months before… and then when Gloria called you by my name… well… what can I say??? I was stunned, to say the least! But, before long, I was hooked… watching the two of you, tangled up in your nakedness, fighting for supremacy. My hand somehow found its way between my thighs,” she offered, turning a deep shade of red at the confession.

“Yeah,” I replied. “The same thing happened to me last night watching the two of you. And, by the way, I was going to confess to watching you before we broke up tonight. But I kind of figured you guys already knew and so I thought I’d give you the chance to call me on it first,” I smiled.

“Thanks, we appreciate it,” smiled Gloria.

Tammy smiled shyly, changing the subject. “I want to give Gloria an even match, one on one. When can I have my first lesson?” she asked.

Gloria interrupted before I could respond. “I should tell you first that I’d like to go into ‘maintenance mode’ in order to give Tammy a chance to catch up… maybe a lesson every two or three weeks?”

“That sounds about right,” I replied. “I can fit you in most anytime that way. As for you, Tammy, you can have Gloria’s old timeslot on Wednesday evenings at 8:30, right after dance class.”

“Okay, that’s what I was hoping,” smiled Tammy.

“You’re especially in luck, Tammy,” I offered in return. “I’ve not had the chance to tell Gloria yet, but I’ve closed my old wrestling studio and moved to better surroundings. I call it MFC, short for ‘Mindy’s Fitness Center’. The place looks like one of those women’s fitness centers that are popping up all over. There’s a sign in the window - Mindy, Personal Trainer. By Appointment Only… and no phone number. It’s an absolute hoot!” I laughed. “But it’s cozy as heck, out of eyeshot, and there’s a big open area with a large wrestling mat… and espresso coffee, too.”

At that, the two women laughed, disbelieving. “No really,” I countered, “there is an espresso coffee maker, among other things… gifts from a grateful client. Believe me, you guys will absolutely love it!” I grinned.

From thereon that night, it was all small talk as we finished off each delectable slice of pizza, mostly discussing the two matches thus far, lesson plans, etc. I definitely liked the direction this teacher/clients relationship was going. Plus, assuming I’d read my two clients correctly, I also liked the direction their friendship was going, too. Could it be…?

Lessons For Tammy

Tammy was a very apt and attentive pupil. It was obvious she had a singular goal in mind, that of giving Gloria a good contest, possibly even besting her in naked combat. But for the purpose of lessons, the clothing always remained on. At each session, we always wore dance-skin leotards and tights. There was never any sexual stuff, just an honest, fun loving yearn to learn on her part. Though timid at first, once Tammy gained some confidence, a more aggressive style of wrestling emerged, at least relative to Gloria.

As it had been with Gloria, Tammy and I had quit practicing scissors holds almost as soon as we’d started… I just couldn’t handle that level of pressure for very long. Both Tammy & Gloria had vice-like, powerful thighs! Also like Gloria, Tammy’s arms weren’t particularly strong either, though probably a bit more so than Gloria. Her body was very limber and flexible. At 34B, Tammy’s boobs were slightly larger than Gloria’s at 34A and smaller than mine at 36C.

As Tammy improved, it became clear that she relished the intimacy of a rough and tumble, though friendly, match with her opponent. This was not quite as true for Gloria, who seemed more into the technical aspects of wrestling, though by all means I knew she enjoyed it immensely.

In just 10 weeks of lessons, I decided Tammy was ready, as I myself was having great difficulty keeping her from besting me. Technically, Gloria was probably the better of the two, but Tammy was the more aggressive. When the time came, she would give Gloria a good showing.

So, I broached the subject with her one night after her lesson at MFC. “Tammy, I think you’re ready for Gloria. Though your styles are different, I consider the two of you an even match.”

“I concur,” she replied. “I think I’ve got a good shot at taking her. But Gloria and I agreed that I should wrestle you first… using the same scenario and script that I witnessed originally between the two of you… but this time you can be Gloria… and I can be me!”

“Alright, sounds good to me. I assume Gloria will be in the observation room.”

“Um hmm. How about next week?” challenged Tammy. “The two of us will go at it for real.”

“Agreed,” I replied confidently. “Next week…” I continued, pondering the possibility of wrestling this tough, beautiful woman, possibly in the nude. If so, it would be our first contest this way.

Tammy smiled briefly and then confidently turned to leave. Next week, we would see who was the better woman…

Wednesday Night After Dance Class

I walked up the stairs to Gloria’s studio, excited about wrestling with Tammy in front of Gloria, who would be sequestered in the observation room. I’d reviewed the original script that Gloria and I had used so long ago and knew it by heart. I assumed Tammy would do her part, as well. As before, the script left the ending open… whoever won, won. After the script played out, Tammy and I would engage in a Type II sexfight, where the holds were not outright sexual, but at submission, the winner forced the loser to pleasure her. The winner would then decide whether to pleasure the loser or not.

I’d seen Tammy naked before when Gloria had dominated her so completely, and Tammy had seen me naked when I’d originally bested Gloria. But we’d never before wrestled each other naked… a new experience for us both!! As always, the thought of battling a beautiful, agile woman in the nude was close to intoxicating!

As before, a number of students filed past me on the stairway, making their way out after dance lessons, none suspecting the spectacle that was to come. The locker room door opened and Gloria emerged. “Everyone’s gone except for the three of us,” she chattered excitedly. “I can hardly wait to see Tammy’s progress!”

“Tammy is waiting inside for the ‘1-minute’ signal from me. You can change clothes here,” Gloria continued, handing over one of her dance-skin leotards and tights. It was an exact duplicate of the cranberry one I’d ripped off her originally. Likewise, the tights were white.

I changed clothes quickly, tossing my street clothes into the observation room. Gloria then stepped into the locker room and gave Tammy the ‘1-minute’ signal, before she retired to the observation room. In tingly anticipation, I waited near the cash register for Tammy to appear. From this point on, Gloria was the persona I would portray and, of course, Tammy would portray herself.

The locker room door swung open abruptly and Tammy swaggered into view. “Hey, where’d you put my dance slippers? Did you steal them or something?” she asked belligerently.

“C’mon. You know I wouldn’t do anything of the sort,” I replied calmly.

“Well, they aren’t where I left them last week. Where’d you put them?” she replied hotly.

“Hey, I’m not your ‘mommy.’ Didn’t you ever learn to pick up after yourself?” I replied crisply.

“I don’t like the tone of your voice. You should show more respect to a paying customer,” Tammy countered snidely.

“Just a minute,” I replied. I opened the cash register and pulled out a wad of cash. “Here,” I spat, throwing the cash at her, hitting Tammy square in the chest. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time. You’re no student of mine anymore. Take your money and get out… and don’t come back!” I shrieked.

“You snot! You think you’re prettier than me… or anyone else, for that matter!” Tammy sneered, throwing the money back at me. “It’ll take more than money to get me to leave.”

“So… what is it you want Tammy… to fight me or something?” I asked.

Tammy was ready with her reply. “Yeah… I suppose I would like to fight you Gloria… and the winner keeps the money.”

“Okay… and either way, you never come back,” I returned.

“Agreed… but let’s make it wrestling… wouldn’t want to bruise you, or whatever,” she challenged.

“Hey, it’s your idea Tammy… you must be the one that’s worried about bruises… but I accept… on one condition,” I insisted.

“So… what is it?” she asked

“Simple, we wrestle until one of us verbally submits to the other,” I said with conviction.

“Good. I agree. That should settle things,” she countered.

“Okay. Let’s pull out the exercise mats and get started,” I stated coldly.

As before with Gloria, the script between Tammy and myself had gone well. Tammy helped me set the mats flush against the mirrored wall, showing belligerence in her every movement. By the time we were done, we’d assembled a large mat area for wrestling, maybe 20 x 25 feet, just like before. We were still dressed in our dance-skin leotards - myself as Gloria in cranberry red and Tammy in black.

Tammy’s hair was dirty blonde with light highlights, shoulder length and tied back in a ponytail. I’d done the same, not even attempting to mimic Gloria’s far shorter hairstyle. I wore my auburn brown hair in dual ponytails instead. I doubted that either of the two women, wrestler and watcher, would mind in the least.

We stood on opposite sides of the mat for the moment. Then I dropped my slippers off to the side of the mat and unsnapped my leotard at the crotch. Then I pulled down my white nylon tights and tossed them to the side and re-snapped the leotard.

Tammy did likewise on her side of the mat with her light yellow tights and black leotards. By way of the script, neither of us wore panties. All we were left wearing were our dance-skin leotards! We stepped onto the mat from opposite sides and began to circle each other slowly. The match would proceed pretty much unscripted from here, other than the Type II requirement.

In a few moments there would be no further scripted dialog between us, only adlibbing. I looked towards Tammy, who seemed quite ready to go, sneering in my direction. I returned the sneer, but inside I was smiling, anticipating a very excellent time.

“Okay, Tammy. It’s time to pay the piper,” I hissed.

“Only in your dreams, Gloria. Only in your dreams…” she hissed in return.

I knew that I had to keep clear of her powerful legs. If Tammy got me in a scissors, I’d likely end up on the losing end of this match. My strategy was that the best defense was a strong offense. I figured that if I kept her too occupied fighting off my attacks, she’d have no chance to get the drop on me. At least it seemed like a good plan.

We circled and parried for a few moments, each looking for an opening, but getting nowhere. I decided to go for it and take a chance. I lurched forward suddenly, but instead of meeting her head-on, I turned my side to her and crouched down somewhat, smashing into her waist with my side and bowling her over.

The move was crude but effective. I lay sideways across Tammy and immediately tied her up in a classic pin. Of course, pins didn’t count here, but at least I had control of Tammy, or so I thought. But before I could get my arm under her neck to complete the hold, Tammy tried to roll me over and reverse the hold. We struggled back and forth, neither one of us quite able to complete the hold. Suddenly, I saw an opening and managed to lock my legs about Tammy’s waist. I squeezed as hard as I could, applying as much pressure as I could manage onto Tammy’s abdomen. Though I lacked Tammy’s more powerful legs, I knew the hold was taking its toll when I heard her grunt in pain a few times.

But before long, Tammy was forcing my legs apart slightly, eventually slipping them below her waist and further. I jumped up quickly and landed astride Tammy, trying to complete a schoolgirl pin maneuver. But as I lurched forward to place my knees upon her shoulders, she bridged and I flew forwards and off of her.

We got up slowly, neither one risking a fast move that might backfire. Thus far, I’d managed to keep her too busy to use her powerful, dancer’s thighs against me, so the strategy still seemed sound. I’d either outsmart her or outlast her.

I feigned another move similar to my opening move and caught Tammy unprepared with a wristlock. I twisted her arm and she grunted in pain once again. I gradually forced her to the mat, and converted the hold to an armbar. Tammy grimaced as I continued to apply pressure. Finally, I slipped around beside her and put her in a headlock. When my legs again wrapped about her waist, I knew I had her good with a combination headlock / waist scissors. I kept Tammy immobilized in this position for some time, wishing only to wear her down.

After a time of grimacing and grunting, as the both of us struggled, her to escape and me to contain, I decided to have some fun at her expense and unsnapped her dance-skin leotards at the crotch. Tammy merely smiled, realizing I’d over extended myself. She rolled me onto my back, even though my legs still about her waist. But she managed to kneel, and then stand, and soon I was the one at a disadvantage.

Tammy slipped free of my legs and pounced atop me. Her butt landed square on my breasts and knocked the wind from my lungs. Before I knew it, Tammy’s bare pussy was staring me in the face just inches away. She had control of both of my arms and I was relatively weak & helpless.

“Give up Gloria,” she hissed. “You haven’t a chance. Lick me nice & sweet and maybe I’ll do the same for you,” she cackled haughtily.

“No way,” I gasped. “I’m not beaten yet,” I replied testily.

Tammy forced her pussy against my face and continued to taunt me. “Give up,” she cooed. “You know you want to.”

“No way,” I managed to say in-between the smothering, but that was all I could manage.

Tammy toyed with me that way for some time, enjoying my predicament. But I was playing for time so that I could regain my strength. But I was afraid Tammy would regain her strength, too. Once replenished, I plunged my tongue along the full length of her labia until I’d licked her clit fully. Tammy lurched backwards in pleasure and my right leg came up and caught her on the breasts and bowled her off me. I quickly rolled sideways to safety. Tammy did likewise in the opposite direction.

“Now that I’ve given you a ‘taste’ of the finale, perhaps you’d like to give up,” taunted Tammy.

I responded by unsnapping my own leotard at the crotch. “Perhaps you’d like a sample, yourself,” I snickered. “I’d be happy to provide it for you!”

Tammy responded by rushing at me and tackling me to the mat. There was no rhyme or reason to our movements. We just ripped and clawed at each other’s leotards until there was nothing but shards of black and pink leotard scattered about the mat. We flew apart briefly, standing once more, circling each other on the mat, and appraising each other’s nakedness.

Tammy’s body glistened with sweat. Though I’d seen her nude in her previous match with Gloria, this was different - she and I were tangling now. I could appreciate Tammy’s taut, fit, dancer’s body fully now, glistening in the bright lights above. Her thighs were somewhat disproportionate to the rest of her body, and maybe her boobs were a little bigger than the average dancer’s, but she looked astonishingly hot! I wanted to force her down and dominate her completely!!

Tammy appraised me as well, smiling and licking her lips. I could only imagine what she was thinking, but I figured it would be similar to my own thoughts.

Even though Tammy had trapped me with a schoolgirl pin, I still felt good, as I’d managed to avoid her powerful scissors thus far. I judged that we’d worn each other down about the same, so there was no advantage yet for me. I’d just have to tough it out with her and keep her thighs away from my waist.

We stopped circling and moved slowly together, entranced by our nakedness, until we met fully, body-to-body. Mesmerized, our arms encircled each other almost automatically until we embraced tightly in a mutual bearhug. As I was a few inches taller, my larger breasts rode up slightly upon Tammy’s breasts. We wriggled back and forth together, sliding our sweat drenched breasts together until they were on a more equal plane. Then we began to squeeze with our arms, pulling our bodies together tighter and tighter. Soon our legs were entwined, even as we stood there, squeezing together. I felt her thigh pressed tightly upon my crotch, and I did the same to her. I felt her hot breath upon my shoulder. All I wanted at that moment was to throw Tammy down and dominate her totally!! But I knew that was her goal as well. So who would be the victor??

I could see Tammy’s taut ass in the mirror wall nearby behind. With a sudden effort, I pushed Tammy backwards into the mirror so her ass was pressed against the handrail. Our arms came free and I quickly grabbed her wrists and pressed them against the wall above her head. Our sweaty breasts slid against each other as I held her tight. Gradually, our hands slid together in a handclasp and we struggled against the wall. For a time, she reversed and held me tight, sliding her boobs back and forth against mine. Then to my surprise, Tammy kissed me fully on the lips as she held me tight against the wall. My ass pressed hard against the handrail and Tammy’s thigh found it’s way between my legs. What we had started as a wrestling match had quickly become a sexfight!

I spun her around, holding the kiss tightly and reversed the hold. Tammy slid her ass up high on the handrail, the better to match my height I’d assumed, when suddenly her hands unclasped mine and her arms slipped off me & onto the handrails. Then her legs lurched upwards and about my waist!

Tammy had lulled me into a false sense of security. Suddenly I was in deep trouble with Tammy’s thighs hard about my waist. I stood there helplessly as she squeezed ever harder. Tammy’s body was suspended above the floor as she used her arms latched upon the handrail to hold herself there. I wasn’t certain what to call the hold - maybe a standing waist scissors?? But I was the one who was standing upright!!

But at least my hands were free. I grabbed at her 34B breasts and twisted & squeezed as hard as I could. It was all I could manage. Tammy squeezed my waist while I squeezed her breasts. I knew that it was a losing proposition for me, but what else could I do?

I finally came to my senses for a time and managed to back away from the mirror wall. Tammy had no choice but to let go of the handrail, but her legs remained clamped about my waist tightly with her body hanging below my own. I could only remain upright a few moments, so I tried a forward roll onto the mat in hopes of disentangling.

But it was to no avail, as Tammy held tight. The pain was unbearable, and I had run out of options. Tammy had me cold.

“I submit, Tammy. You have bested me,” I groaned.

Tammy wasted no time, releasing my waist and again mounting my body in a schoolgirl pin / facesit. Tammy carefully placed her ass upon my boobs and leaned forward gradually. My tongue was ready this time and I pleasured her in the best way I knew. Tammy squealed, moaned and groaned loudly before shuddering wildly. Finally her body went limp and she lay down beside me.

“Thank you Gloria,” she said. “That was more than I’d expected. Perhaps I should repay you,” she cooed. “Just lay there on your back and let me do the work.”

In a moment her legs had wrapped about my right leg holding me in place. Her left arm came around my neck and held my left arm in check. My right arm was trapped beneath her body. I was helpless before her as she used the middle finger of her right hand to ply my hot, moist, receptive clit. I found the feeling of utter helplessness very hard to resist and soon I was spasming & squealing in delight as Tammy worked her magic on me.

Tammy released me and we lay side-by-side for a while. Then Tammy broke the silence. “Still want to dismiss me from dance lessons, Gloria?” she asked.

“No way,” I replied. “You get as many lessons as you want, no charge. Just wrestle with me every so often.”

“Sounds like an offer I can handle,” she cooed.

It was then that we noticed the real Gloria overhead, standing there in the nude, looking the two of us over from head to toe. In the heat of battle/lust, we’d all but forgotten that Gloria was nearby watching the two of us the whole time. “Anything we can do for you?” I asked Gloria.

“Not at the moment. I already had mine in the observation room. But I do believe that Tammy and I are ready for our rematch!!” she chortled. She helped pull each of us upright to a standing position, where we had a three-way naked hug.

“How about one week from tonight?” Tammy asked.

“You’re on,” replied Gloria.

“You guys are welcome to use MFC, at no charge,” I offered, hoping to witness what was certain to be an epic rematch.

“Thanks, but no thanks,” they chimed simultaneously. Then Gloria continued, “But you’re welcome to be here to witness the big event,” she offered.

“Yeah, you can be the referee, or whatever,” Tammy chortled. “You know, up close and personal…”

“Sounds good to me,” I grinned.

“Me too,” chimed Gloria. “After all, how could we battle without our favorite wrestling instructor watching?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!!” I exclaimed. “Hey, anyone hungry for a pan-style spinach pizza?” I asked.

Before I knew it, we three were dressed and heading out the door to our favorite pizza place on Wells Street.

The End.