Incident at the Club as told to Peggy Tee

The following fight story is not about me but rather my good friend Pam who was featured in my story Red Headed Housewife in Tag Team Action. In that story I described Pam as, “a buxom (38DD) 50 something blond who still turns mens' heads when she walks into a room.” She and her husband Steve own our local health club and she at various times in her past in the Pacific Northwest had been a Roller Derby Queen and a Lady Pro Wrestler. The following was written to me and a couple of other friends very late at night following an incident Pam had with a patron at their health club while her husband Steve was out of town. The woman she is involved in ( Lorraine ) will figure promently in several stories down the road so I wanted to present this piece as a way to set the stage. Hope you enjoy Pam's tale!

Dear Peggy,

It's very late but I am going to stay up as long as it takes me to get at least a rough draft of this down on paper before I forget any details of what actually happened. Please excuse me, but I am not the writer that our Peggy is, but I will do my best. Let me start with some background so you may have a better understanding of the why of this whole thing. Peg is the only one who knows any of this so I apologize to her and I will start from ground zero for the rest of you.

There is a woman at Steve's Health Club named Lorraine Martins who is a first rate bitch, gives everyone a hard time and who personally I have tried my best to be nice to over the years but who I frankly can not stand. She is bossy, has no qualms about saying

anything to anybody, and honestly thinks who the hell she is. (I must be honest - and Peg knows this – a couple of times when Peg and I were sitting around and she starts talking fantasy fights with some women she saw on line in Super Fresh, Lorraine has a couple of

times been my fantasy fight target) The only problem is that she is a VERY good customer and along with herself, controls quite a chunk of Steve's business. She's lived in the area for a long time and is very involved in many things and has great influence and could do some real damage to Steve's customer base, so everyone basically turns the other cheek whenever they come in contact with her. A very dangerous combo – a bitch who knows she has the power to be a bitch and uses it!

Okay, that's the past history…now to tonight. Steve is out of town for about 5 days on a regular swing he does to the west coast every year to check on some investments that the family still has out there. I use to go with him but honestly, it's meetings and then dinners with people I am not really interested in spending time with and I found it a boor (not to

mention the feeling of being on display with some of the people he dines with). For the past couple of years I'd rather just enjoy the beach and summer here at home and miss my guy for a couple of days. We found that in the end it works out better for us both for

him to take off and me to watch the home front from the beach! Besides, with the club up and running and it being the busy summer season, it does help that I am around and minding the store. It's not a huge involvement I have but I just get over there a couple

of times and day and show my face to the staff and customers.

Okay, so tonight I decide that after dinner I'm going to head over there and do a bit of paper work and probably stay till the club closes. I get there about 9 and the club closes at 10 so I figure that I'll get the week's membership records in order for Steve, lock up a bit after 10, and be home way before 11PM. It's about 9:55 and I'm in the back office as the staff is shutting down the place when I hear some kind of commotion in the front office. I go out and find the night manager trying to comfort one of our best aerobics instructors Jessica. I take Jessica into the back office, get her something to drink and try and find out what the problem is.

Now Jessica is a gorgeous 22 year old who was a world class gymnast till a back injury sidelined her a couple of years ago. She started doing exercise for her injured back and discovered a new love and has been with us for 2 years. She is a real looker (she's got long blonde hair, blue eyes, stands 5 foot 7 and has a great busty figure) and all the men love her but she is also one of those beautiful women that doesn't act like she's beautiful so all the women love her too! She is our most popular and all her classes are very popular. Well after I get her calmed down I find out that she conducted the late class tonight for one of our other instructors. There were only three women in the class… Lorraine and two of her buddies. Jessica said that when the class (it was a ½ hour class running from 9:15 to 9:45) was almost over, Lorraine stopped the routine and tarted to berate her. Jessica said that Lorraine told her that she was tired of hearing from all the men about Jessica and she was tired of Jessica parading around with her tits hanging out (something that Jessica has never done). She also called her a fat pig (???) and said she had tits like a cow's udders (didn't I tell you this woman was a piece of work). Finally she told Jessica that when Steve came back she'd do her best to get Jessica removed from the club!

I couldn't believe any of this and told Jessica to calm down and go home and that I'd take care of it. I left her in the office to compose herself and went to the front desk and asked Marcie if Mrs. Martins had left yet,. She said she hadn't so I told her that when she was done and Jessica was feeling better they could leave and to just lock me in if I wasn't back yet and headed up to the Lady's Dressing Room to see if she was still there. Now I know that this bitch was important to Steve's client base but I also knew that Jessica was a huge draw for the club. Power or not, I could not have Lorraine doing this kind of stuff to the staff and as much as I disliked this woman (and at that point I disliked her even more) I tried my best to hold it in check as I climbed the stairs!

I opened the door to the Ladies Dressing room and I see Lorraine and her two friends. Their hair is still damp so I assume that they have just showered. The two other women are dressed and Lorraine is still in a short pink silk robe. As I walk into the room the two

other women are laughing at whatever Lorraine has just said. As I walk up to the group, Lorraine , who is facing me, says, “Well, Mrs. Munson…to what do we owe this visit?”

I say hello and then looking to handle this as discreetly as possible say, “Ladies, would you mind excusing Mrs. Martine and I for a few minutes?”

Before either could say anything, Lorraine said, “Come now Mrs. Munson, we're all friends here. I'm sure that anything you need to discuss with me, you can discuss in front of my friends.”

This was not the way I wanted this to go, but she was obviously in charge of the situation so I started in as nicely as possible, “Mrs. Martins, tonight something happened between you and Jessica that I find totally unacceptable. She is very upset and what you said was totally uncalled for.” I stopped and looked at Lorraine and I could tell she had not expected this.

“Ladies”, she said, “It turns out that Mrs. Munson and I do have something we need to discuss in private. Would you mind excusing us?” With that, both women started gathering their stuff and closed their lockers. Then Lorraine walked them to the door of the dressing room promising to call them both tomorrow and continue their conversation. As she got them through the door I noticed she made sure the door was closed and then she turned the dead bolt. I guessed she wanted to make sure this conversation was private.

She paused at the door as if gathering her thoughts and suddenly turned, “And just who the fuck do you think you are? Do you have any idea who I am and what I could do to your husband's business? You have absolutely no right to enter into a private discussion

like that in front of those two women .”

To say I was stunned would be an understatement. Hadn't I tried to talk in private and hadn't she been the one who insisted that we talk in front of her friends?? See what I mean about this woman??? “Well, aren't you going to say anything?” she said.

“Look”, I started to reply, “I tried to talk to you in private but it was you who insisted that I talk in front of those women. Don't tell me that I've got a lot of nerve when frankly it is you who has an incredible amount of nerve the way you treat people in this club!” I was practically sputtering I was so pissed at this point.

“You know bitch”, she said back to me. “I have wanted for a long time to teach you some manors and I think this is the night to do it”.

“What exactly did you have in mind?”, I asked back

“Why that we fight of course! Are you as dumb as that fucking cunt Jessica??”

I could not believe my ears. This woman who I had long imagined beating the crap out of just challenged me to a fight. I stood there motionless weighing all the alternatives and the ramifications. Surely I would have no trouble with this woman in a fight but

what would be the price to pay..that was what was on my mind.

“Look bitch”, she said “I'll make it easy for you. We fight right now right here…just you and me. You beat me, I continue on with my membership and I will be the nicest member your club has ever seen. I beat you, and you give me free membership and I get to have a

say in who works here and when..oh and you stay out of my face.”

At this point she was standing with her hands on her hips with a very smug look on her face and I wanted nothing but to wipe it off the bitch's face. It was very tempting but what would Steve say when he got back. I had to think of that…as much as I wanted to

punch this woman right now.

“Look bitch….I'm not leaving here till I kick your ass all around this locker room…do we do this the easy way or the hard way.”

Suddenly she had made my decision for me. “ready whenever you are” I said back to her.

Let me compare the two of us. While I am a 50 something woman, Lorraine is somewhere mid 40s. I'm 5 foot 8 and I'd guess Lorraine is about 5 foot 5. To

my blonde hair she's a brunette with hair just below her shoulders. I tip the scales at 170 and Lorraine is probably 130 to 140. To my 38DD chest I'd say Lorraine has a good 34C.

Lorraine let her robe drop to the floor and was standing there in a black slip of a thong and a very lacy black bra. I was dressed in a pair of white pants and a red and white checked button up blouse.

“Aren't you going to strip to your underwear and at least give me the same chance to get at those cow tits of yours as I'm giving you to get to my tits?” Again with the cow tits line…I think this woman has tit envy going on. I stripped off my blouse and pants and

stood ready to fight her in a pair of white cotton bikini panties and a white lacy bra.

Lorraine made the first move and frankly I never saw it coming - a hard kick to my stomach just below the waist of my panties which knocked the air out of me

and doubled me over. She followed that up with two excellently placed knees to the chest which painfully flattened my tits and then a third that threw me back against the lockers. As I tried to get back to my feet she moved in close and punched me in the stomach, grabbed me by the hair, spun me around the room and whipped me into the shower room where I slid across the wet floor to the wall.

"Hmmm...I hope you did better when you were wrestling professionally because so far I'm kicking your fat ass all over the place. I guess those weekly Tai kwon do and Kick Boxing sessions have paid off.", Lorraine said as she stood over me.

Now my mind was really clicking. So she knows about my past and perhaps she has been having the same fantasies about me that I have been having about her. Suddenly I realized that I'd been had! Shit...now I knew I was in trouble as she'd set me up.

“Get on your feet you fucking old cow..I'm not finished with you yet.", she demanded.

She thought she had me and never saw the leg sweep coming that knocked her feet out from under her and dropped her on her ass next to me. Before she knew what hit her I was on her and the two of us were wrestling around the shower room floor. At one point

I managed to grab the back of her thong and pull and I think it must has gone up her ass and hurt as she called me a fucking cunt. I was managing to get the upper hand until she managed to knee me between the legs!

I was in real trouble as I tried to protect myself by getting into a fetal position and she had absolutely no trouble unhooking my bra, flipping me over, and baring my tits. She looked at the tag on the bra before she flipped it away and said something like, "Hm 38DD..I would have thought they were bigger." And then launched into a devastating attack on my tits.

She sat on my stomach and buried her hands in my tits and once she had two full hands of tit flesh she proceeded to squeeze the shit out of them. When she was finished with that she started open handed slaps hitting each one progressively harder and harder and

I'm sure leaving fingerprints! Then she grabbed my nipples and what followed was probably some of the worst pain I have ever felt in my life and she went after them with glee (I think she was actually laughing at this point) while all I could do was try pulling her hands off my tits and screaming!

I needed to stop her and I need to stop her fast, and I was finally able to tug her bra up and latch on to her nipples. Suddenly we were both screaming and I hoped I was hurting her as much as she was me!

I was able to roll her off me and the two of us let go and rolled away from each other and slowly got to our feet. My tits were on fire and my nipples were throbbing and I knew I couldn't take a lot more of this kind of punishment. Not a word was said, but our eyes were locked on each other as we slowly walked around the shower room.

Suddenly she charged me and took me to the wall and hit me with another well placed knee to my stomach and then two incredible upper cuts to my tits. I started to sag down the wall but she wasn't finished with me yet and grabbed two handfuls of hair and pulled me back up and placed a devastating knee in the left tit. I know I was whimpering with each of these shots and I'm sure in her mind the fight was all but over and she was rather enjoying having her way with me.

As she started to pull me up again by the hair she never saw the hand right punch that caught her right between the legs. If it wasn't a direct hit on her cunt it was close enough to do some real damage and her hands went to her crotch and she dropped to her knees.

I slowly got to my feet and walked behind her. I needed to have a time out because frankly there just wasn't a lot left to me. Had I not punched her, she would have very shortly defeated me, so I knew I needed to control her for a time, so I grabbed what

was left of her flimsy bra and pulled it tight across her neck. I wasn't looking to choke her (well not choke her real hard) but I needed some time and I knew that with her bra tightly wrapped wound her neck she would be controllable.

Although my tits felt like they were on fire and my nipples still throbbed, I filled my lungs with some good air and slowly started to get a clearer head. I realized that since I had the bra around her neck I might as well do some damage and for the last couple

of minutes I held her, I did tighten it up to the point she had almost stopped struggling.

Finally, I let the bra go and she slumped to the floor. I flipped her on her back and plopped my ass down on her stomach, making sure that her arms were firmly trapped beneath my legs. I had her now and I knew it and so did she. I started slowly with a few

open handed slaps to her tits (payback) and then grabbed her round breasts and squeezed. They were just the right size to fit in my hands and I know I did some damage as she started first to whimper and then to outright scream. Once I had her where I wanted, I moved to her nipples and I was a first rate bitch. Not only did I grab them and squeeze, I also rolled them between my fingers and finally used them as handles to pull her breasts in all different directions.

Finally I hit her with a couple of double punches to both her tits at the same time and that's when she cried uncle! She kind of mumbled "you win" and I gave her a couple of more hard tit slaps and said, "what did you say?" and this time she cried out 'YOU WIN..I GIVE UP. "

I gave her one more good shard slap for good measure and got to my feet. I told her to get dressed and I picked up the remains of my clothes on the floor. I gave my bra one look and then realized that it wasn't going on the way my boobs felt and went to my locker and got a t-shirt and a pair of exercise shorts and put them on.

By this time Lorraine was just about together and I stood by her locker while she closed the door. She stuck her hand out and I wasn't sure if she was trying something or was genuine but I rook it anyway.

"You're a lot tougher than I thought you'd be." She said to me.

"You are too.", I replied.

"I'll live up to my end of the bargain I just ask you not to tell anyone about this fight. This would tend to do some real damage to my reputation in the community."

"That's fine with me.", I said and the two of us silently headed downstairs. We walked out of the club and I locked the door and waited while she got into her car and drove out of the parking lot before I headed to my car and drove home. That was almost 8 hours ago!

Will Lorraine and I fight again? I would be surprised if we didn't. Will we ever fight like this again? Absolutely not. This was stupid and could have been very dangerous. I felt I was backed into a corner and fighting was my only way out, but the ramifications of this kind of a fight are too numerous to even count. No, I'll fight her again any time she

wants downstairs in the ring. We can Box, Catfight or even wrestle, but only in a controlled environment.

Will I tell Steve about this fight? Haven't really made up my mind yet. I guess I really should but I know he'll be pissed at me. Not so much for what I could have done to the business by getting involved with Lorraine, but what I could have done to myself.

I probably will tell him, but not sure when or how...but who knows, I may not.

It's now close to 6:50 in the morning and I have written this over 3 or 4 times. Changing words, adding things I remember and editing out others. I wanted to get all I could remember about it down on paper while it was still fresh in my mind. I'm sorry if it was wordy or unclear but this is not something I have done before. I guess I'll read this a couple of more times in the next couple of days and use it to help decide what and when to tell Steve.

All I know now is that my mind is shot. The sun is up and I am dead tired. Once I hit the send button, I'm pouring myself a huge drink, taking another shower (I must have spent close to an hour in the shower as soon as I came home from the club last night) and climbing between the sheets for a bit of sleep...if my mind will stop long enough to let me. Tomorrow (or I guess today) is another day!

Thanks for listening

Pam