The secretary

At 20 Maria Alvarez was considering her life as more than satisfying. She moved half a year ago from her small village near Bilbao to Madrid , and quickly found a good paying job at a family-owned company that represented foreign companies. She was a good student in high-school and her English level was well above the standard in Spain . After 2 months she started her first degree in marketing in the university. She started an English for business course, and began again practice in judo, after 2 years break, she took right after she was crowned as Spain youth champion in the under 57 Kg class. She shared a small apartment with her boy friend, Eduardo, who joins her just few weeks ago. The cost of living in Madrid and the university costs were high, but she somehow managed. Still she and Eduardo were living on the line and saving in order to be able to finance their wedding. It wasn't set officially, but they both knew they have found the right one.

The company's customers were rich business people and sales directors coming for short visits. Sometimes she was asked to join them for dinner, but they never crossed the lines.

Maria enjoyed expensive dinners on their business expenses, and they enjoyed the good looking polite Spanish women. They hardly came to Madrid with their wives or girlfriends and most of them liked to be shown in the company of the young athletic pretty girl. Therefore, Maria was surprised when one day, Antonio D'agato, a well known Italian TV and commercial director, ex-playboy and actor, stepped into the office, accompanied by a well kept, well dressed women in her mid thirties. Hi Maria, meet my wife, Ingrid; he introduced the pretty blonde women in the blue suite. Ingrid greeted her and revealed her German origin. She must be very special she thought when she shook her hand, if D'agato, a rich, charming and very good looking 42 years old man, who can pick almost every woman in the pack, is still loyal to this mid thirties, a bit over weighted lady. She herself wouldn't refuse to Antonio, despite Eduardo. Indrig was about her height, 5”5, and her mini skirt revealed her toned good shaped legs. She was obviously keeping herself in shape for him, she thought, and confirmed by the strong hand shake of Ingrid.

Maria, I have heard you are into sports like us, Antonio remarks with his charming smile.

I am organizing a small private wrestling event this evening, and it will be lovely if you can join for a drink, maybe you even like to compete. There are nice money prices, he mentioned. Maria's ears rose a bit. She can use some extra money. Which wrestling is it and how big are the prices? She asked, as she remembered Eduardo is spending the night at his friend, as they have a test tomorrow morning. Submission pin wrestling 3 rounds of 5 minutes each, 3 submission or pins to decide, 1500 Euros for the winner, 100 Euro for the loser. We are looking for an opponent in the light weight, as one competitor couldn't make it this time. I believe you might be the right one.

Maria digested the proposal. Who am I wrestling with? She asked. In any case a woman of your weight class, we don't allow more than 3 kg difference. And the special bonus? Antonio smiled as keeping a very special secret. I will tell you before you fight, he said with the confidence of a man that never got a refusal from a woman, be there at 7:30, and handled her quite a small map. The address was at the richest neighborhood in Madrid .

Maria had reached home shortly before 5. It sounds a good deal. 15 minutes of work and I get 1500 Euros. This is almost my monthly income, she smiled to herself. She was standing in her underwear before of the mirror, and was happy with her athletic muscular body. The mat was her territory; she didn't lose to a girl on the judo mat since she was 12 (and even then it was by a single point to an opponent who was 3 years older). Maria decided she will go for the big pot.

She slipped into her jeans and yellow t-Shirt, packed a leotard in her beg, remembered Antonio didn't tell her if leotard is the preferred attire, but she was about to look at her best. In her excitement she didn't call Eduardo. I will do it from the way; she said as her watch showed 6:20, when she was disturbed by a horn. Just outside her place, a limousine was parking. Limousine? In this middle-low class neighborhood? She went out, and the driver asked her “Miss Maria Alvarez”? She was flattered; Antonio & his wife really treated her as a young princess. You may use the phone at the back, the driver answered as she was dialing to Eduardo. The cell phone was turned off. “Hi love, I am going to wrestle tonight, I might even earn some money for us, kisses, Maria”, she spoke softly with confidence, she didn't want Eduardo to worry a bit. She knew Eduardo loved her madly, but was worried sick when she fought. The driver stopped in front of a huge house, and handed her a small package. Good luck tonight, he whispered as he opened the back door for her. Maria was anxious to open the package.

Inside was a shiny red-yellow robe, and a red-yellow bikini with a Spanish flag on the bottom part. So, I am fighting for Spain tonight, she smiled, as she understood she was a part of Antonio casting. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind that Ingrid herself might be wrestling tonight, maybe ever her own opponent. She rejected the idea. Antonio won't let his wife go against a hungry strong 20 years old, she thought, and she must be heavier than me. Her thoughts were cut as a long legged lady in a red suite & a fitting red mini skirt welcomed her: you must be Maria, I am Camilla, my pleasure. I believe you have decided to wrestle tonight, she said, without waiting for an answer. Let's get over with the weighting and get you to the dressing room. Who am I fighting tonight, Maria asked? Not me, I am not included tonight, Camilla laughed. Did you wrestle here already? Twice, said the lady, I am a middle weight, so don't worry we won't meet neither tonight nor in the future. And my opponent? No idea, but you are fighting an Italian girl, look here. How are the fights here? Very aggressive, but you are looking good, and it's your first fight here, right? The crowd will like you. Is Ingrid wrestling tonight? She asked. D'gata's wife? She usually does wrestle, she is a middle weight. She was the first to wrestle in her country colors, Germany , and Antonio fell in love with the idea. In your weight class? Asked Maria, yes, no need to put salt on my wounds Camilla said, she is the only woman ever to beat me.

On the wall, just in-front of the weighting, the 3 fights appeared: Light Spain-Italy, Middle: Germany-Ukraine, Heavy: USA-France. So, it's not Ingrid, and not Camilla.

56.3 Kg Camilla announced. The Italian weighted at 58.9, so the fight is confirmed.

Your fight is the third and last this evening. You can see the first fight, and you need to warm up when the second starts, Camilla explained. Hi, I am Kelly, a tall black hair woman slapped on her should. I guess we are the debutants here. I don't know my opponent, they don't tell me. Kelly was around 6', and she surely weighted 70 Kg. She was pretty but Maria couldn't avoid looking at her wide shoulder blades. I am a member in the US Olympic rowing team; they asked me to stay a day after the training camp yesterday. Kelly was called to the mat. Good luck, Maria shouted after her, when she has seen the muscular French black woman climbing the 2 stairs to the round mat. Maria thought she recognize her from an international judo competition, but wasn't sure. She saw Antonio and Ingrid sitting on the first row, Antonio was wearing a tailored suite while Ingrid was wearing an expensive black sweater and a black mini, she was looking even better than in the office. Maria smiled her warm smile when Antonio approached her. Are you ready? As always, she said. This is not a usual fight, you will be stretched to your limits as every competitor here is very good, Antonio prompted briefly; I need to go back as the fight is starting, but just to let you know, every winner is getting an overnight in Puerto De America, the fanciest hotel in Madrid, and with the man of her dreams: her man, or she has a choice of inviting every bachelor in the a udi ence, or a married man whose wife will be beaten tonight. If he refuses, you get another 1500 Euros from him. I doubt if any man will refuse to you, he smiled. The hint was obvious. So I needed Ingrid to wrestle tonight, she teased him. Antonio smiled calmly and went back to his seat, as the ring sounds. Maria watched the fight. It was very even for a start, but slowly the French girl wearing the French flag colored bikini took charge. While Kelly was relying on her sheer power, the French girl knew her way on the mat. It took her 4 minutes to pin Kelly in the first, as Kelly was straggling bravely under the muscular black body, 3 minutes to get a choke submission in the second and she was very well in control in the third when Kelly managed to look her long legs from behind and squeezed a submission from the suffering French girl. Both women gave it all in the last minute, but the black girl, almost exhausted got it with 2:1. Maria was a bit surprised when the winner placed her leg on Kelly's chest who was almost popping out of the American flag bikini while the woman referee raised her hand.

Camilla slapped on Maria's back, time to warm up. At the corner of her eye, she has seen Antonio looking at the beaten Kelly who stepped down the mat with tears in her eyes. The French winner was all smiling to the crowd. Ingrid chair was empty. Maybe she is the German indeed. She has seen a well-built woman in a blue-yellow bikini, leaving the dressing room. So this is the Ukrainian wrestler, she said.

She stretched herself on the floor in-front of the mirror. It won't be easy but I will get the Italian, she thought. Noises came down the corridor, make way to the winner. A good looking athletic lady made her way in surrounded by few people. She has a similar build and look to Ingrid, but was somehow taller. Maria noticed that the German colored bikini bottom was wet. Soon after 2 men opened the door carrying the strong Ukrainian that just left the dressing room when Maria arrived, on a stretcher. Maria couldn't help seeing that the Ukrainian wasn't conscience. Her upper bikini part was half torn, revealing her right breast, and her face were covered with some white spots. No good, said Camilla, it's her third lost in a row, and tonight she was really destroyed - she is out. Who is this German? She asked Camilla. She is Susan, Ingrid's younger sister. A tall man stepped in, time for the third fight, he shouted, wake her up, stick 100 note to her forehand and send her home, he pointed out at the beaten Ukrainian.

At 56.3, fighting for Spain , please welcome Maria, she heard when she climbed to the mat, at 58.5 fighting tonight for Italy , a week after she got her citizenship, welcome Ingrid, the voice shouted. So it is Ingrid indeed, she didn't know if she should be happy on the occasion. Maria took her silk robe slowly, flattered by some whispering in the crowd when her beautiful body was revealed. The noises became stronger as Ingrid revealed her amazing athletic body. Maria was wrong when she first saw her. She was muscular, she wasn't over-weighted. Ingrid wasn't tall, but her body was strong and proportional to perfection. Her muscles were very well shaped. She was much stronger than she looked when they first met in the office. Maria caught in the corner of her eye that Antonio was trying to swallow both amazons body with his eyes. Her adrenaline was running wild now. We are going to fight for all the marbles tonight. Ingrid gave her a very harsh look. The girl was all business. Maria knew it would be a very long night. “Shake hands”, order the tough referee, may the best woman win. Ingrid hand shake was strong and quick. Maria sensed she was eager to start the fight. Maria has a mixture of excitement and fear. Here I am, testing my ability as a warrior to the ultimate. Placing her foot on Ingrid firm chest will mean much more than just money for her. Her Basque blood was boiling. “Wrestle” ordered from the ref.

Maria was moving smoothly around the strong German, sending her leg in quick attempts to cause her to lose her balance. Ingrid looked calm and kept her balance. Maria went for her old winning trick: a dummy attack, to make the opponent see a chance, and then kicking her from her weak side. Ingrid was quick: she followed Maria's dummy attack with a kick of her own, which would have brought to the mat almost any opponent, Maria was a rare one. She was moving one thought ahead: Ingrid approaching leg was caught in the air, by the quick lighting Spanish. Ingrid's full weight was for a second on her left leg, and this was more than enough for Maria. She hit Ingrid's left foot with full speed and dived on her fallen victim. Ingrid landed on the mat, and tried to turn immediately. Maria was too quick. She went for the head lock. The strong German right shoulder was now touching the mat, and Maria kept the head lock in order to force the left shoulder to the mat as well. Before Maria could take advantage of the upper position, she felt Ingrid's legs just around her ribs. Maria pushed forward, she has surprised the veteran, and she wanted to use the momentum and put her full weight on her. The pain coming from her ribs proved to her that she underestimated the toned legs she first saw this morning. She was put in scissors before, by strong women, but none was near the steal legs that were around her body now. Her efforts to shift her body forward eased the pain. Ingrid, who felt Maria's breathing right on her face, pushed Maria's head away from her. It was less than 2 minutes into the fight, Maria was in her favorite position, right on top of her opponent, but Ingrid wasn't making it easier on her.

Maria kept the headlock and increased the pressure, right in-front of her, she has seen Antonio, but she wasn't able to see his facial expression. Ingrid reacted immediately. She has straighten her legs, and pressed. A shout of pain came uncontrollably from Maria's mouth. The pressure was unbearable. Maria was forced to release the headlock, and pushed the steal legs away from her hurt ribs. The pain was eased immediately, but Ingrid's head was now free again. Ingrid's face was red. Maria was frustrated a bit to lose her initial advantage, but tried to regain her composure as Ingrid was preparing her counter attack. Ingrid and Maria were now facing each other on their knees. Maria was always the best in quick headlocks from the knees positions in training. They both went for the kill simultaneity. Maria was shocked to find out that Ingrid had a fraction of a second advantage. The mutual headlock was fierce. Maria could feel Ingrid's breathes and her sweat mixed in her own. She felt that her grip is lost slowly. Ingrid was a powerhouse, and although Maria considered herself a very strong woman, especially for her weight class, a sheer power struggle with Ingrid wasn't a very smart move. Maria felt when her right shoulder touched the mat. Ingrid was trying to force her left should to the mat, as Maria's ponytail was now touching the mat. She felt the salty sweat of Ingrid dropping in buckets into her eyes and over her face. She stuck her legs in the mat and went for the turn around. Ingrid wasn't a push over, and Maria held on in a bridge. The crowd was going wild as the two pretty & strong women were fighting for supremacy.

The new girl on the block was obviously forcing the veteran to fight for every inch, they were getting full reward for their money..

She thought it took ages, until she was able to plant her head again in the mat, securing one free arm and one clean shoulder. She felt Ingrid's boob on her left cheek. “You are mine now”, Ingrid said in her ear with quite clear words, for a woman putting such an effort. Maria managed to use the slippery bodies to turn on her stomach. She knew Ingrid was now in command, and she needed a way out. Ingrid was trying to get to her throat, when she heard the ring for the end of round 1. The two glittering bodies rose slowly to their feet.

Maria looked in the corner of her eye and knew she has a lot of respect to the older woman that was toweled by her sister. Camilla was now standing in her corner, handling her pink towel. “You are doing great, kid, she is getting tired”.”Me too”, she mumbled, but knew her age and perfect shape maybe her big advantage against the unbelievable strong German.

Ingrid was coming like a bullet from her corner for the start of the second round. Maria was trying the same tactics that brought the German down in the beginning of the fight, but Ingrid was pushing forward fast. Maria was indeed catching her leg, but the hold was broken immediately, and Ingrid was soon again on top of Maria, taking control from where she was interrupted by the bell. Maria protected her throat as she was taught, while Ingrid right arm was trying to twist the protecting hand, catching her wrist. As Maria flatted her body, Ingrid was quickly changing tactics. She sat on Maria's back, and caught her ankles, pulling them wildly in the opposite direction. Soon she applied the pressure on Maria's low back, arching the Spanish girl's back more and more. Maria was a very flexible girl, still the pain was increasing. Maria strong legs were struggling to get free. She gritted her teeth, and pushed her attacker. She managed to cause Ingrid to lose her balance for a second, but that was enough for Maria to roll aside. Ingrid wasn't willing to lose her previous advantage. Immediately she threw herself on the lying pretty Spanish. Maria rolled instinctively, but Ingrid legs were already wrapped around her waist. The flash of pain hit Maria once again. She was now a fighting animal trying to survive in the fight. She didn't think either about the money or about Antonio. She wasn't about to lose to a woman on the mat. She felt Ingrid legs stretching to the limit, she felt Ingrid breathes in her left ear. She didn't make a sound. She felt the increasing frustration mixed with admiration from Ingrid without words. The German was inflicting more and more pain and the stubborn Spanish held on. The crowd was becoming less noisy. The struggle between the 2 women has kept them glued to their seats. Maria felt for a second a relief as Ingrid eased the hold, just to feel the conquering legs of the German wrapped around her neck. Ingrid was going for the kill now, and Maria was fighting desperately to keep the pain to a reasonable level by changing the bridge position every few seconds. She dig her fingers in the German's legs, just to allow additional apace for her throat to breath. Ingrid wasn't holding back, she went for a pin, lying upside down on the sweaty Spanish. Her legs were now locking Maria's head from both ends. Maria heard the crowd cheering for her to hold on. She felt her head was going to explode. She has felt Ingrid pussy right above her mouth and nose when she was trying to breath. She raised her right shoulder to avoid the pin, as the ref was counting till 3 few times, but the oxygen her brain was now getting was very thin. The German was now the best woman, no doubt, this thought was clear to Maria, as Ingrid pressed down to improve the hold. Maria was sensing a very strange feeling as she was now breathing through the Italian flag on Ingrid's lower bikini part, she was really struggling to stay in the fight. A very distance sound of the bell caused the ref to tap on Ingrid's shoulder. Suddenly she was able to breath freely again. She was shocked to find out she survived that round. Her legs were still shaky from effort and surprise when she reached the small wooden chair Camilla prepared for her. “You are a great fighter” she complemented. She was killing me out there, said Maria. “do you want me to throw the towel?” Camilla asked. No way, was the answer. Maria straightened her bikini, while she was sure she has seen a smile in the corner of Antonio's mouth. She wasn't sure if he is trying to encourage her or just being proud of his wife. She is excellent, Maria thought to herself, but I am not going down. Time, called the ref, as the 2 warriors went on for the last round. Maria was weakening during the second round, she felt now better, and her spirit was higher than ever, but she still had 5 minutes on the mat with a woman that controlled her for the last 5 minutes, something that has never happened to her before.

Ingrid went immediately to work. She will keep the pace and the Spanish girl will give up, she thought in the traditional German way of thinking. Maria allowed Ingrid to headlock her. She needed to be creative now. She placed her leg behind Ingrid, and in a sudden move shifted the weight backwards. The judo move found Ingrid unprepared. She landed on her back, pulling Maria with her. Maria was now on top for the first time since early in the fight, trying to get as high as possible on Ingrid's body. When she picked up her body, trying to move up the blonde's body, Ingrid proved her that she is much more than just a strong woman. Her right foot flipped Maria in a tomonagi move. Maria landed on her back, while Ingrid completed the move to sit astride on Maria stomach and quickly moved up to the chest, before Maria could move a finger. A good old schoolgirl pin, thought Maria, as Ingrid legs were on both sides on her head. No count, said the ref, as Maria picked her shoulder. She was too tired to shake the German from her shoulders. But Ingrid didn't want to get a pin, she picked Maria's head and pushed it between her legs forcefully. The familiar smell of Ingrid juices was now nearer than ever. Ingrid bent her right leg to lock a figure 4 on Maria. For the first time in the fight, Maria was now at the complete mercy of Ingrid. She felt like a rag doll between the fierce legs. I can't breath, she mumbled, I can't breath. Ingrid was moving back and forth. Maria didn't understand how she is surviving, but the back and forth movements allowed her to catch an occasional breath. She soon realized that Ingrid's pussy is becoming more wet. She didn't have an idea how much time if left, but she knew she has lost the fight. Ingrid was now playing with her. She didn't force her submission, Maria herself didn't know if she could stand if Ingrid would have closed the figure-4 on her, but she knew the German was more of woman than her, and truly deserved Antonio. She was struggling for the extra millimeters to hang on. Ingrid has raised her hands up when the bell sounds. She stood on Maria's chest to get her photo taken by Antonio. The ref signaled Maria to admit her defeat by kissing Ingrid's leg. Ingrid helped her to her feet. She was surprised to get a warm hug from Ingrid. “You are the best warrior, I have ever faced, no woman had survived 3 rounds with me”. For a second the 2 warriors sweat was dropping together. Maria stepped down of the mat, hoping she has kept some of her hurt pride. The crowd was cheering her on her way out. She showered, removing the white flacks left on her face from Ingrid's winning juices. When she stepped out, regaining her composure, the manager stood in the entrance of the dressing room. There is a special bonus from Mr. and Mrs. D'gata he said, handling the envelope. There were there 2 hundreds Euros and a night voucher for Puerto De America, and a short note “I will keep my husband for the time being, but I am proud to invite you with your boyfriend for dinner tomorrow at our villa. He should be proud of you”. When she stepped inside the limousine, she found another envelope on the back seat. “Losers get a taxi, winners deserve a limo, tonight we have got 2 limos, see you tomorrow, your friend, Ingrid”. Maria was flattered as never before, when she raised her head, she saw a pretty woman smiling at her from the moving limo. She was beaten tonight by a true better woman. She must call Eduardo, she never felt better in her life. Despite the loss, she has proved to herself, she is a true warrior.