Highland Hopes– By Beaker

Sarah Frasier v Jill Dorgan

Jill Dorgan had suffered a humiliating defeat at Lynne Leyton’s hands and had slipped away from the scene to allow her 5’5” frame well proportioned at 34B-26-35 inches a little weighty at 138lbs as she went to Scotland to regroup and recover a spell in a spa had refreshed and working in the fitness suite had helped her confidence to rebuild. A call to beaker revealed he was in Edinburgh on business and he came to see her and let her clear her mind on her plan to get some revenge on the blonde from London; her passion was compelling and she roared her desire to destroy the mouthy blonde as she called her. They were in the bar at the health spa and fitness centre near Perth where she was staying there was only one other person present a local employee of the club who wandered past a couple of times clearly checking the man out, a situation that became apparent to the English rose when the woman wandered past again.

“Can we help you?” asked Jill in a clear irritated tone, “You can’t but he can,” smiled back the raven haired woman clearly confident in her outlook, “Pardon me,” spluttered Jill, “You cheeky cow now clear off and leave us alone.” “Why what are you going to do about it big mouth?” challenged the woman clearly about 15 years younger than the 50 year old Ms Dorgan. “I will give you a good hiding,” snapped Jill getting to her feet and squaring up to the younger woman, the newcomer was also 5’5” tall so they were eyeball to eyeball although she had a fuller 34D-28-36 inch figure and a couple of pounds extra on the scales at 136lbs.Beaker got between them, “Now ladies calm please,” but the two tried to get at each other, “She’s needs taking down a peg or two common tart,” snapped Jill, “What are you going to do slap me with your bus pass old woman!” replied the Scottish woman prompting Beaker to suggest, “Perhaps we should take this to the gym where you can settle things away from prying eyes?”

The two women stepped back, “Deal” said the Scot and she turned smartly making straight for the gym with Jill following quickly leaving Beaker to grab his things and follow on. The gym was empty and a spin of the key ensured they would not be disturbed as the women strode towards the matted area used for circuit training there were a number of weight bags and mats strewn around but otherwise an area about 20 feet square clear. The young woman turned towards beaker and said, “Hi I’m Sarah you buy dinner for the winner!” as she peeled off her top to reveal a black bra closely followed by stepping out of her trousers and kicking off her shoes black matching knickers and knee high sheer socks were revealed. Jill threw off the sweat shirt and discarded the tracksuit bottoms and trainers to reveal powder blue bra and briefs as she moved on to the mat.

“Come on then little girl let’s get this over with dinner will be well worth it after I have wiped the floor with you!” challenged Jill standing hands on hips facing the younger woman, “Delighted,” purred the Scot Sarah Frasier as she met the gaze and moved towards the English woman with purpose. Jill stood her ground and then lunged forward as Sarah closed in on her and then the world rotated as Sarah took her right wrist dropped and twisted delivering a neat toss to send Jill crashing to the canvas in surprise. Jill rolled and came to her feet only to find the Scot already on her lifting her about the head into another toss across the mats as Ms Frasier started confidently.
Jill scrambled to her feet looking surprised, “Who the fuck are you?” “You’re worst nightmare old woman!” sneered back Sarah charging forward to solidly body check the older woman back to the mats. Grabbing Jill’s ankles Sarah flipped the woman face down and applied a neat Boston Crab drawing a wail from the older woman still wearing a shocked expression as the younger woman controlled her effortlessly. Sarah dumped the woman to the mat and stepped over to Beaker and cooed, “I know a really good fish restaurant!” before she turned to assist Jill to her feet as the older woman pushed up hoisting Ms Dorgan off her feet to deliver a stunning body slam tossing the woman down hard on her back before the Scot strutted around her taunting, “Thought you were going to kick my arse big mouth!” as she strode around the woman now rolling to her hands and knees before she paused to deliver a solid kick to the midriff that threw Jill to her back gasping for breath as Sarah strutted back to Beaker’s side and said softly, “You need to see younger women! The old ones can’t hack the pace!”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and added, “Women like me,” then a kiss before she turned away towards Jill as Ms Dorgan struggled to her feet and stepping into the older woman she hooked a brutal blow low to the belly a powerful punch that seemed to disappear into Jill’s body folding her like a book allowing a rabbit punch to the back of the neck that sent Jill sprawling face first to the carpet. Sarah turned back to the raptly watching Beaker, “Like what you see?” she asked posing provocatively before sliding over to him “I do like a good scrap there is always some bitch thinks she’s hard or after your man well if they cross me they suffer.” “How many fights have you had?” he asked, “Dozens only lost the once but then there were three of them Police women like a good girl fight do you?” “Oh yes I run a little business down south you might be interested in!” She smiled, “interesting we can chat in a minute let me deal with this old tart first.”

Jill had struggled to her feet as Sarah turned and advanced on her again this time she was able to lock up with the woman and started to strain against the thrusting power of the younger woman. The stalemate though was broken by the introduction of a “Glasgow Kiss” as Sarah head butted the redheaded English woman rocking her backwards before dragging her forward by their still interlocked hands into a knee rammed into her midsection. Jill folded forward into a solid looking front headlock before Sarah gripped her knickers at the hip before falling back to suplex Ms Morgan back to the mat again. Sarah rolled over to finally end up straddling her opponent and she gave the older woman’s breasts a caress that was by no means friendly as she mauled the soft breast flesh with Jill kicking her feet in frustration and she bucked and heaved in an effort to dislodge the Scottish siren. Sarah scoffed at her rival’s efforts, “Not a nice ride are you? Is this all you’ve got?” that prompted an increased effort from the English woman who finally twisted enough to cause the Scot to topple to one side with a squeal of surprise.

Jill used her right foot to slam a kick to the woman’s face, “Will you just shut up!” she snapped rolling to her knees a small cut above her eye was leaving a thin trail of blood down her face a wound created by the head butt and she was determined to get some revenge. Sarah was rolling over shaking her head clearing her senses when Jill leapt on her driving her face down to the mat and the redhead moved quickly to apply a camel clutch bending the woman into a helpless position, “Now bitch it is my turn to hurt you!” sneered Ms Dorgan yanking back on the woman’s chin bending her spine with her arms trapped bent back over Jill’s thighs; Sarah yelped as she was bent and that yelp became a screech as Jill dropped her right hand to the woman’s right breast and gave it a squeezing and twisting mauling.
Sarah was in trouble for the first time and she twisted and heaved with Jill taunting, “Not easy is it big mouth!” before she suddenly dipped forward slamming the younger woman’s face to the mat hard. Moving to one side she pulled Sarah to her side by yanking on her arms as she planted a knee between the woman’s shoulders as she settled on her side behind the trapped woman. “Not so cocky now are you bitch?” spat Jill begin to regain her composure after the storming start of her opponent and she shoved hard with her knee drawing another wail from the trapped Scot. Jill glanced at beaker and said sweetly, “I like sea food as well when she squeals the location we can go and give it a try,” before focusing her attention back on the woman wriggling on the mat, “Had enough yet slut?” as she shoved again with her knee.

Sarah managed to get her knees to the mat and with them as a brace she finally was able to twist enough to wrench an arm free to break the hold but as she sat up Jill kicked her again the sole of her right foot landing flush on the Scot’s cheek knocking her back to the mat. Jill scrambled to her feet and quickly moved to heel stomp the woman at her feet sitting the Scot up before she dragged the woman up by the long strands of black hair until she could hook a punch to the woman’s knickers a blow that immediately dropped Sarah to her knees. Moving behind the moaning woman Jill grabbed the Scot’s arms and wrapped them about her neck a neat scarf hold as she started to assert herself trying to suffocate the woman into a swift submission, “Give up bitch before I have to choke you completely!” hissed Jill as she wrenched on Sarah’s arms.

The Scot said nothing but instead planted her feet and started to push up before suddenly falling forward into a head over heels that threw Jill with a yelp of surprise over her head to somersault to the mat with a thump. Sarah rolled to her knees and started to push up breathing hard as she restocked her oxygen supply but Jill was up quicker and turning she charged back at the younger woman grabbing her bra between the cups and dragged the raven upwards the bra tore free from the Scot’s body just as Jill landed a forearm across the upper chest and throat that sent the woman now topless sprawling to her back with the English woman tossing the torn black bra towards Beaker saying, “Souvenir for you!” as she launched herself at a woman she was growing to dislike really intently.

The charge forward though suddenly became another flight through the air as Sarah lifted her foot and used it to pivot the woman over her in another flip back to the mat that had Jill crash landing in amongst the weight bags and mats heavily. Sarah slowly got to her feet and smiling said, “Sorry small hold up but definitely building an appetite!” before turning to grab Jill by the hair and drag her from the corner of the room. The redhead appeared to trip and stumble over the weight bags until she suddenly launched her right arm forward thrusting one of the bags firmly into Sarah’s mid section. The blow folded the Scot forward over an “O” shaped mouth as she lost her oxygen supply again until Jill slammed the bag into the side of the woman’s head knocking her sprawling across the mat.

Jill strutted after the Scot and as Sarah struggled to get back to her hands and knees she delivered a kick right between the woman’s thighs that sent Sarah sprawling face first to the mat with a screech. Jill immediately reached down to grab the woman’s ankles and lifting her leg gave her another sharp stabbing kick between the legs before stepping over the woman to apply a classic Boston Crab as she dragged the woman across the mats therefore ensuring that her bare breasts were scraped over the tough plastic coated mats gaining a wail of protest from the woman in the process as the English woman regained control.
“Well I think your done now don’t you?” quizzed Jill as she leant back to increase the pressure on the Scottish woman’s lower back as she hooked the woman’s feet under her arms and cupping Sarah’s thighs leant further back. Sarah moaned and her hands began beating the mats at her pain and frustration, “Do you give up?” hissed Jill through clenched teeth as she strained with the effort of bending the woman in half. Sarah did not respond and she instead used her right hand to claw at Jill’s left ankle and when the redhead shifted her foot the Scot gave a powerful thrust with her left palm on the mat and the action caused Jill to stumble losing the hold and allowing Sarah to roll to her back. Acting quickly the Scot shoved her foot against Jill’s backside and propelled her away allowing her to scramble to her feet still in the contest.

The two women eyed each other with Sarah speaking first, “Had enough yet?” “What me you’re the one spending her time wailing in pain!” snapped back Jill stepping forward positively only for Sarah to step forward and cracking her across the face with a hefty open palmed slap that snapped the redhead’s head around. “Shut up and fight big mouth!” said the Scot by way of a renewed challenge which was met by Jill whipping back and replying in kind with a face stinging slap of her own that had Sarah staggering sideways her own head having been snapped around by the blow. Jill braced herself on her left leg and lashed a kick at the other woman’s stomach that landed with a slap folding Sarah forward as Jill stepped forward to lift her knee into Sarah’s bare breasts. That blow stood Sara up on her heels and Jill lashed a wicked back hander across the woman’s upper chest sending her tottering back a couple of paces.

Sarah glared at her opponent one hand cupping her left breast, “You will pay for that bitch!” she snarled turning to face the redhead as Jill purposefully closed the gap between them. Suddenly Sarah’s right fist shot forward snapping Jill’s head back as she punched the woman on the forehead then stepping forward she kneed Ms Morgan in the groin and as the redhead folded over the crippling crotch shot the Scot ripped at Jill’s bra pulling the garment free of the woman’s breasts and wrapping it around Jill’s neck before dragging the woman into a position to repay the knee lift with interest thumping half a dozen blows into the gasping redhead before using the bra as a method of whipping the woman back to the mat on her back.

Releasing the ruined garment Sarah grabbed and parted the woman’s ankles before knee dropping the redhead’s crotch finishing any thoughts of fun she might be having for later and as Jill sat up in shock a sharp punch to each breast knocked her back to the mat. Then the Scot dived forward grasping the English woman around the head and pulling her face between her own breasts suffocating the woman with her firm fun bags the smother was a brutal and clearly effective hold. Beaker saw Jill’s arms drop limply to the mat before he stepped forward to pull Sarah off the now unconscious redhead, “You’ve beaten her let her go!” and the Scot glared at him clear intensity written all over her face for a moment before she let the limp woman fall to the mat. Jill flopped down arms falling to the mat the gentle rise and fall of her chest the only indication of life she was out for the count as Sarah rose to her feet to pose one foot on the beaten woman’s breasts, “Well do I get dinner now?” she asked as the man approached before she moved to embrace him pressing her body against his, “I see you’re as horny as I am maybe dinner can wait,” she smiled before leading him from the room as Jill coughed and spluttered back to consciousness in time to see the door closing and her conqueror claiming her prize, immediately she started to plot revenge but that was for another day. THE END