The First Time

The first thought that came into my head was, "What have I done to her?"

My best friend was standing there completely nude in a grimy wrestling ring and watching her opponent strip in the opposite corner. Janise (pronounced jah-nees) was about to have a no-rules fight because of me.

Let me explain. Janise and I met when we were assigned to the same dorm room in our freshman year of college. We clicked immediately and became best friends in no time. I suppose we made an interesting pair. She’s an absolutely gorgeous, caramel-skinned black girl from California, about 5’3", wavy, jet-black hair to her shoulders, and always hiding a great figure under loose-fitting clothes. I’m Tori, a good-but-not-great-looking honey-blonde Italian from upstate New York who stands a hair over 5’8"and flaunts her imperfect body in tight tops and short skirts.

We share a lot of interests, but our one big difference is about sex. Janise never shows any interest in even dating, while I’m always on the prowl. Maybe it’s because I have to work harder when she could line them up with a snap of her fingers. No matter, I’ve had a few boyfriends and, out of curiosity at first, one girlfriend. That one turned into a friendship-with-benefits and then just a friendship. Janise, like I said, hasn’t even had a lunch-date as far as I know and may actually be a virgin. I really don’t know, and I’ve never had the guts to bring up the subject. I’ve always been a little afraid that what it might bring out could cause trouble.

Anyway, we realized we had a good thing going at the end of freshman year, so we shared another dorm room as sophomores and found an apartment near campus together for our junior year. We got part-time jobs to pay the rent, and when our junior year was over, we decided to keep the apartment and started working full-time for the summer.

Then, with the start of senior year less than a month away, I had a problem. My car nearly died of something expensive to fix, but I had to have it done because I needed the car for work. Then after I paid my tuition bill, my bank account was bare, and the rent was coming due. Janise would’ve gladly picked up the slack, but she couldn’t afford to any more than I could. Since the landlord could rent the place to someone else in a heartbeat, he didn’t believe in extensions. I had to get the money somehow.

I tried work first, but the boss didn’t believe in advances, especially with me about to start doing part-time again. Desperate, I called my ex-girlfriend, Donna, and asked her about the strip-club where she danced in her sophomore year. I remembered that they had amateur contests and asked if they still did that once a week. I figured I might have a good shot at winning. Granted, I was bigger on the bottom than up top, but I had some decent, cone-shaped B-cups and a lot of practice showing them off in tight clothing. If I had to, I could get a serious bump-and-grind going on stage. It was better than getting Janise and me evicted.

Donna shot that idea down. The amateur contests were only held during the school year, when the school provided plenty of amateurs in need of a few bucks. Now I was really desperate and asked if she knew of ANYTHING that might solve my financial woes. Her end of the line was quiet for a moment, and I knew that meant she knew something but didn’t want to say. I badgered her until she told me about a real dive at the edge of town that had nude fights once a month and paid girls to participate. She made it REALLY clear that she WASN’T suggesting that I go to this place and was only telling me about it because I dragged it out of her. I got the impression that she wouldn’t send her worst enemy to this "club."

I knew it was a bad idea, but, like I said, I was desperate. Rent was due in two days and we were short a couple hundred dollars. I told Janise that she couldn’t talk me out of it, put on my tightest T-shirt with no bra and my tiniest shorts, and headed for the club. For safety and support, Janise threw on some jeans and an oversized T-shirt and came with me.

Donna was under-stating the case when she called the place a dive. With massive renovation, it might improve enough to be a dive. It was a pit that reeked of stale smoke, stale beer, and stale stuff-too-nasty-to-mention. The people in there defined the word "scary." As we walked in and got used to the stink and ugly, there was a fight in progress in a dirty ring in the middle of the room. Actually, it was the end of a fight. A scrawny, naked blonde (with black roots) was lying spread-eagle on the grimy canvas with cum from her bald crotch making a sticky-looking puddle between her legs. I couldn’t see her face because it was buried under the nasty, hairy pussy of a naked fat woman that must have been twice the blonde’s size and age. The fat woman might have been Hispanic or simply dark-skinned, and she was grinding away on the loser’s face until she bellowed and blew her juices all over the blonde’s head. It was so gross that I nearly grabbed Janise and ran out of the place while the fat woman stood and kicked the skinny blonde out to the floor.

What stopped me was the King of the Ugly People walking up and asking what we were doing there. I couldn’t speak for a moment because he startled me, and Janise spoke for me, saying, "We’re here about being in the fights."

King Ugly ran his eyes over her and growled, "Yeah, I got one girl needs someone to fight. You’ll do."

That brought my voice back, and I said, "No, you misunderstand. I’m here to fight, not my friend."

He turned his watery eyes toward me. "I unnerstand perfect. Charlene won’t fight you, but she’ll take on this one. Take it or leave it." This stumped me pretty good. It never occurred to me that Janise would be chosen over me for this. I was about to tell him we’d leave it when Janise agreed to fight. King Ugly nodded and spit on the floor, probably to clean it. "Yeah, you get a hunnerd for getting in the ring. Two-fifty goes to the winner. You strip naked in the ring and there ain’t no rules. Winner can do anything she wants to the loser."

One-hundred dollars wasn’t enough to pay the rent. Again, Janise spoke up before I could and told him, "I want two-hundred up front to get in the ring and five if I win. I can promise you that you’ll get your money’s worth."

He was going to kill us, I just knew it, but instead, he took another good look at Janise and nodded, pulling out a roll and counting out some greasy bills. Janise made sure it was two-hundred dollars and handed me the money to hold. "I’ll get my money’s worth, all right. Charlene will drag every penny outta you." With those words of encouragement, he jerked his thumb at the ring for Janise to get inside and walked away.

I followed Janise, dumbfounded, and finally was able to tell her she was being insane as she climbed up into the ring. She looked at me, nervous, as she fumbled at her jeans. "Look, we need the money and now we have it. If you can do this, Tori, I can. I’ve had some fights in my life and haven’t lost yet." I swallowed hard and promised to make it up to her someday.

She kicked off her running shoes and stepped out of her jeans. With the oversized T-shirt, she was still covered except for her beautiful legs. All eyes were on her as she grabbed the bottom of the shirt and pulled it over her head. Janise had on lacy pink panties and a matching bra that looked pretty formidable to hold her full breasts. That bra went next. It almost seemed to spring away from her chest as Janise unhooked it, and it was easy to see why. I knew Janise had a fantastic body, but I realized that, in three years as roommates, I had never seen her undressed. I thought she had a C or D-cup, but now I saw she had to be a DD or bigger. Like ripe melons, they burst out of the confining bra and dropped maybe one-half of an inch under their own weight, but that was their only concession to gravity. Then she slid the panties down over her smooth buttocks and thighs and revealed a thick, neat triangle of silky, black pubes. A voice in my head told me that if Donna had looked half this beautiful, I’d still be sleeping with her. Another, more evil, voice said I wouldn’t have gotten Donna at all if she looked anywhere near this good. I took her stuff and sat at the cigarette-scarred table closest to her corner.

That’s when her opponent, Charlene, climbed into the ring, and I started wondering what I’d done to Janise. I had been convincing myself that I wasn’t chosen to fight because I was too big. No way, this bitch was bigger than me! Charlene was an orange-rust-colored redhead, to her shoulder-blades and probably from a bottle, at least two inches taller than I was and heavier to boot. That made her more than six inches taller than Janise, and I guessed somewhere between 40 and 50 pounds heavier. She got into the ring wearing biker jeans (with the leather on the thighs), boots and a leather vest for a top. She popped open the vest, and her boobs sagged down near her navel, big, soft whoppers with huge red-brown areola and nipples. Her belly was pudgy-looking and hung a little over her shaved crotch, not flat like Janise’s, but she didn’t jiggle much when she stripped off the rest of her clothing. I had a bad feeling that Charlene was as tough as she looked. I had a worse feeling about the fact that she carried a black doctor’s bag with her to the ring and felt miserable when she held it up to Janise and promised my friend would "love" what was inside. To really tighten the knot in my stomach, the crowd around the ring was hooting and howling for Charlene, making me think she was a favorite around here. I didn’t want to think about what she did to earn her "fans."

Janise pissed her off immediately. Charlene started doing some cheap poses that got some cheers, but the crowd’s attention quickly shifted to Janise. My friend was doing some simple stretching exercises to warm up, but with that body nude, those exercises looked incredibly erotic. Charlene couldn’t compete in a million years.

Like I said, Charlene got pissed off by it, and she ran across the ring, jugs jiggling, when Janise wasn’t looking. Janise heard her coming, of course, because the big bitch was howling as she charged, but my friend only got about a step away from the corner before Charlene crashed into her and squashed her. I could hear Janise kind of squeak as her back hit the dirty padding, and the orange-haired bitch shoved Janise’s head back with a hand at her throat. I tried to get up as the big bitch drew her fist back, but King Ugly had sneaked up behind me and held me down in my chair so I couldn’t help Janise. I could feel tears forming in my eyes as the big fist shot forward and smacked into my gorgeous friend’s stomach. I could hear Janise grunt from the blow. Charlene didn’t seem too pleased with it, though. I told you Janise had a flat stomach, and she was tensed up enough to keep Charlene’s fist from going in very far. But she couldn’t stop it forever, and Charlene definitely wanted Janise broken. I couldn’t watch and just heard the "smack" of the fists and the deepening grunts as they kept coming. I finally had to look when Janise really cried out and saw Charlene’s fist buried wrist-deep in Janise’s belly, and Janise’s legs had buckled a little.

Charlene was smiling now, and I closed my eyes again as she pushed Janise further back and raised her fist. She obviously was aiming for my friend’s face now and I couldn’t bear to watch. I cringed when I heard the "smack" and the accompanying scream, but then something in my head said, "That wasn’t Janise!" I opened my eyes very slowly and felt my jaw drop when I saw Charlene on her knees in front of Janise. The place was almost quiet as Charlene leaned her head against that flat belly she had been abusing and massaged her pussy with both hands. I heard King Ugly mumble, "The little bitch cunt-busted Charlene with her knee! What the fuck!" I had to catch a glance up into his cesspool of a face when Janise yanked Charlene’s head back by the hair and drove the palm of her right hand into Charlene’s nose with a "crunch." He looked like he’d just seen Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and Uncle Sam beating up nuns. Charlene went over onto her back bellowing like hell and bringing up her hands to hold her bloody nose. I guess I probably looked pretty shocked, too, because Janise glanced at me and looked ready to laugh when she saw my expression.

I guess she DID have a few fights in her life, and they must have been nasty. Her next move was to bend down and grab Charlene’s ankles, lifting them so the redhead’s legs were spread and up in the air. The mouth-breather behind me was grumbling over and over, "I don’t fucking believe it!" Janise was stomping his bitch like there was no tomorrow, driving her foot down into Charlene’s belly and bald pussy and getting grunts, moans, and screeches out of her. She must have stomped Charlene two-dozen times or more before she dropped the redhead’s legs. Charlene folded right up holding her belly and cunt. She was in loads of pain. Janise walked around her a little and gave her a few kicks to the back and tits and even one to the face for good measure. I was amazed! I was afraid I’d gotten her in over her head, and Janise was winning this fight like it was nothing. She didn’t even have a mark on her!

I should’ve knocked on wood or something because I jinxed Janise with that thought. One second, Janise was pulling Charlene to her knees with a handful of orange hair, and the next, she was screaming because the big bitch had grabbed her by that thick pubic hair and yanked out a clump of it. Janise let go of Charlene and danced around with her thighs locked together and her hands buried between her legs. It gave Charlene the time she needed to get on her feet again. She was walking a little awkwardly, but she got a handful of Janise’s hair and slammed her right fist into my friend’s left tit with a loud "splat" and a shriek from Janise. Charlene slammed two more shots into that lovely globe with accompanying screams of pain before Janise pulled her hands away from her crotch and got them up to protect her breasts. King Ugly was gurgling happily behind me now. Charlene didn’t miss a beat and re-directed her next punch to Janise’s stomach, and this time, Janise wasn’t prepared so one punch was all she needed to penetrate deep. Janise folded in half around the redhead’s fist, and the lousy bitch sent her flying backward onto the canvas with a knee-lift that hit my friend right in the mouth! Janise was whining and rolling around with her hands over her face, and I was dying where I sat with King Ugly’s filthy mitts holding me down.

I hoped it was all over, but I really knew better than that. The bitch grabbed Janise’s feet and gave my friend the same belly and crotch stomping that she received from Janise. Hell, I think she stomped Janise twice as much. Even worse, she left Janise curled up and shaking in pain and strutted around the ring, and everyone could see her thick pussy lips were open slightly and wet. Charlene was getting seriously aroused by abusing Janise, and I didn’t want to think about what she’d do to satisfy herself. It got really clear that I wouldn’t have to imagine it because Charlene kicked Janise on her back and dropped her big ass on my friend’s gorgeous tits. Janise kicked her legs as the air was forced out of her lungs, but the bitch was too heavy for her to dislodge, especially since Charlene had managed to pin Janise’s arms under her legs. I didn’t want to see it, but I couldn’t look away as the nasty whore slid her crotch up onto Janise’s face and ground her hips around to get herself off. Janise was really kicking now, starved for air with her mouth and nose under the wet pussy, and I was almost praying that she’d just pass out and be spared any more of this humiliation. Charlene was too mean to make it that easy. When Janise’s struggles started to fade, she raised her cunt up an inch or so and let Janise take a few gasping breaths. Vicious slut was laughing at Janise! Nice and loud, she told my friend, "Take a deep breath, slut, because I’m not giving you another chance! When you wake up, you’re gonna be getting the fucking of your life!" With that, she dropped down onto Janise’s face again and resumed her gyrations.

I buried my face in my hands and started to cry, unable to take any more of what Charlene was doing to Janise. Because of that, I didn’t notice at first when Charlene stopped laughing. Actually, it was when King Ugly stopped laughing that I realized something had changed, and I looked up when Charlene began screaming bloody murder. Charlene was pulling her own hair out and wailing like mad as she tried to stand up. The reason that she couldn’t was summed up nicely by King Ugly. "The fucking Barbie doll is biting her cunt!" It was worse than that! I think Janise actually had the bitch’s clit in her teeth, and Charlene was in unbelievable pain. It was obvious. The redhead just sort of collapsed to the side like her bones had all crumbled, and I think she was crying from the pain. It was hard to tell from my angle. It wasn’t too important because Charlene passed out about ten seconds later. She just went limp, and Janise stopped biting and slowly got to her feet, looking madder than I had ever seen her before.

Janise rubbed her crotch and belly a little with one hand, and she used the other to wipe the big bitch’s slime off of her face. She stared down at Charlene for a few seconds, and then she looked around until she saw that doctor’s bag that the bitch had brought to the ring. She went right over to it and looked inside, and Janise’s face got this grin that was kind of scary. My eyes were glued to her as she left the bag in the corner and went back to grab Charlene by the hair. It was like seeing a totally different Janise. She dragged the whore over to the corner by the hair and propped her shoulders against the bottom turnbuckle. Charlene’s arms were hooked over the ropes to keep her in place. She was still out or mostly out. I might have heard some low moaning from her but I couldn’t be sure over the noise in the place. Janise went into the bag and pulled out a piece of rope, that cheap stuff they sell for clotheslines. She tied one end around one of Charlene’s ankles. Then, in a really surprising move, she took both of Charlene’s legs and shoved them up to the bitch’s shoulders. Janise leaned into them to hold them there and pulled the rope around the middle turnbuckle and over to the other ankle, tying it too. Janise stood and Charlene stayed the way she was, propped in the corner in a kind of matchbook position. Janise went into the bag again and came out with handcuffs, and now she locked Charlene’s hands together around the bottom turnbuckle. Janise was in close to the helpless slut, and I guess she wanted her awake to see what was coming next. Getting even closer, she grabbed one of the soft, saggy tits and squeezed it like a grape between her two hands, and then she sank her teeth into the nipple, pulling it and shaking it like a wolf with a fresh kill. I don’t think anyone could remain asleep through that kind of tit-abuse. Charlene certainly couldn’t. She came around crying and screaming and begging Janise to leave her alone, but Janise shut her up with another smack to the nose that got it bleeding a little harder. She stood up over the now-scared bitch and said loudly, "You told everyone that the loser was getting a serious fucking tonight! You were right!" Janise went into that bag again, and my eyes bugged out as my roommate pulled out a strap-on dildo at least ten inches long and so thick that Janise’s fingers could barely reach all the way around it. It took a minute or so for Janise to figure out how to put it on correctly, but once she had it on, she pounced on her victim. Trussed up like she was, Charlene’s pussy was an open target, and Janise pumped and pounded it for roughly the next ten minutes. Charlene was forced to cum twice, begged for release the whole time, and finally passed out again with her own juices dripping down her ass.

Once she was definitely out, Janise pulled out of Charlene and took off the dildo. I figured that she’d just drop it or throw it away, but she cleaned it off with Charlene’s jeans instead and dropped it back in the bag. She also took the handcuffs back, but she left Charlene’s legs tied up the way they were. With that, she brought the bag with her out to me and King Ugly with his majesty’s subjects howling like a pack of wolves for Janise’s stunning victory. King Ugly wasn’t holding me in my chair anymore so I sprang up with a hug for Janise, and she gave me the biggest surprise of the night by pulling my head down for a wild kiss with lots of tongue. She stuck her free hand down my shorts, and we both could tell my pussy was hot and moist. She mumbled, "Oh, thank God," and stroked me a little, sending chills up and down my spine. When she pulled her hand out, I was tempted to try to put it back, but she looked at me with an expression that just said, "Later." She turned to King Ugly. "You owe me another three-hundred dollars."

He looked in the ring at the remains of his redhead, pretty upset from the look of him, but he pulled out the roll of bills again and counted out another three-hundred. He handed it to Janise but didn’t let go immediately, saying, "You suckered me tonight! You lemme think you wanted your slut to fight when you was the tough one! Well, you got me tonight, but you ever wanna come back I’ll have just the right girl for you! I’ll even double the money if you win ‘cause there ain’t no way it’ll happen!" He let go of the money and pulled out a half-used matchbook from the bar. "You got the guts to try it, call that number before you come!" He tossed the matches to Janise and stomped away.

Janise looked at the matchbook and dropped it in the doctor’s bag before she sat down and pulled on her clothes. I noticed that she neglected to put on the panties and bra. When she was dressed, Janise stood and grabbed the bag in one hand and my nipple with the other. As she led me to the door, she said, "I love you, you know. That’s why I fought for you, Tori. I’ve wanted you for a long time, and I’d die if we were apart. You do know that you’re my bitch now and that I’m going to fuck you silly from now on, don’t you?" I nodded, unable to control the pounding in my chest and wishing we were back at the apartment.

My first thought was, I can’t believe my luck!