TANYA’S FIRST CATFIGHT
By DAVID H M

To pay for her school, twenty year old Tanya drove a mini-van that took people on a four hour tour of Budapest. She had finished driving for the day and was sitting on a bench in the park eating a tuna salad sandwich and drinking an orange juice when a fat little man in gray jogging clothes approached. “We’re shooting cat-fighting videos and could use a girl with your looks,” the man said. At 5’7”, 129 pounds, with blond hair and 35C boobs Tanya looked terrific. The man gave Tanya a card. “If you’re interested come to this address today for an audition.”

The idea of appearing in a film excited Tanya. Wearing sneakers, faded cut off jeans, and a maroon loose fitting V-neck T Tanya went in search of the address on the card. Her journey led to the warehouse district. Bright red letters on the door blared - “Screaming Pussy Videos”. Tanya entered.

Two men and a women, late twenties, greeted Tanya from behind a table. One of the men asked Tanya to take off her clothes so she striped down to a pair of black thongs.”Everything,” the woman said. Tanya stepped out of the thongs and showed a luscious shaved pussy. It took all of ten seconds seeing her naked for them to give her the role. The woman gave Tanya two sheets, one asking for her name, address, height, and weight, and the other a release form to sign. “In case of an accident,” the woman explained. “The pay is one thousand dollars if you last ten minutes. Of course, if the other wrestler quits, you still get the money.”

When Tanya asked if it was a real fight one of the men said, “We expect you to make it look real. You’re an actress aren’t you?”

The other man said, “Have you ever fought anyone before?”

Tanya said, “In high school I took a self defense class for girls.”

“Practice some wrestling moves and come back tomorrow so we can shoot.”

“And bring a bikini,” the woman said. “That will be your outfit.”

Tanya phoned Gavin, a male friend who knew some judo. Than night in Gavin’s apartment they pulled back the furniture and laid a mattress on the floor. Gavin was three inches taller than Tanya and thirty pounds heavier. He lifted weights at a gym and was in god shape.

“Forget that I’m a girl,” Tanya said as they undressed. “and try to beat me. If you beat me just once you can have your way with me,” she offered smiling. She knew that the thought of a such a reward would make his heart race. Beat her once and get to taste her sweet shaved pussy.

The first fall lasted less than a minute and Tanya made him submit with an arm bar. She saw that the press of her silky curves and voluptuous tits against his bare skin aroused him, got him hard, and made him even more desperate to defeat her. The second fall lasted longer until Tanya caught him in a leg scissors. Gasping for air he submitted. They were both sweating and breathing heavily but they kept it up for ten minutes. No matter what Gavin tried Tanya kept winning.

Tanya took a shower and dressed. “Poor baby, better luck next time,” she cooed as she sauntered out the door hips swaying naughtily.

The next day Tanya returned to the warehouse, sore all over from her wrestling match with Gavin.
The air inside the warehouse was hot and spicy. Where the table had been they had placed a large thick blue mat on the floor. Dozens of spectators sat on benches around the mat. On the mat a girl naked under a loose fitting yellow mesh robe sat on a red three legged stool brooding. Next to the stool Tanya saw a gallon bottle of water, a spit bucket, a sponge, and a big white towel. The girl was older than Tanya, more muscular, but pretty, with short-cropped dark hair. The two men picked up hand-held cameras. The woman held a long stemmed piece of sound equipment.

The fat little man who had given Tanya the card said, “You’re late.” He wore gray sweats.

Tanya shrugged and did not bother to say that the bus she rode on got stuck in traffic.

The fat little man said, “I’ll work your corner. Change into your bikini so we can get to work.”

Tanya hurried into the locker room and returned quickly wearing a peach-colored bikini. She had tied her hair back into a pony. One of the men let the camera hover on her sleek creamy thighs and firm rounded ass. The fat little man handed Tanya a mouthpiece and a pair of black leather fingerless gloves good for punching or grappling. A woman, also wearing gray sweats, did the same for Tanya’s opponent.

Tanya caught her opponent’s harsh stare and began trembling a bit. Goose bumps popped out on her nearly naked flesh and her nipples jutted out. “You smell sweet, honey,” the fat little man working Tanya’s corner said. “Like vanilla pudding.” Tanya pegged him as a pervert. Rather than smile Tanya’s lips tensed.

Across the mat from Tanya the girl rose from the stool and removed her robe. She had smaller breasts than Tanya’s, a lush hairy pussy, and a few tattoos. She looked mean and dangerous. The entire scene was totally erotic and scarier than anything Tanya had ever experienced before.

A woman wearing a striped referee’s jersey stepped onto the mat holding a small microphone. She said, “In the white corner standing five feet seven inches and weighing 129 pounds with no record, Tanya Darvo. In the red corner standing five feet eight inches and weighing 145 with a cat-figthing record of three wins and no losses, Glory Valoo.”
The little man in Tanya’s corner dug spike like fingers into the bunched muscles in Tanya’s shoulders. “Loosen up honey and do your best.” She felt him bury his nose in her hair.

“The match will last ten minutes with one minute pauses after each knockout or submission,” the referee said. “There will be no biting, elbowing, eye gouging, head butting, or punches to the face. We want our fighters to look beautiful for the camera. Girls, are you ready? Do it.”

Glory rushed across the mat and as Tanya raised her arms to grapple Glory fired a vicious straight right-handed punch to Tanya’s exposed belly. Tanya yelped, doubled over, and dropped to her knees. The referee rushed between Tanya and Glory and began counting. When she reached ten Tanya remained on all fours gasping for air. The referee waved her arms over Tanya and bellowed, “One win for Glory Valoo.”

The man working Tanya’s corner hooked his arms under Tanya’s and lifted her. He struggled dragging Tanya to her white, three legged stool. Tanya’s breath came in rasps and she was in agony.

A man with a camera said to Tanya, “You have one minute to recover or the match is over.”

Sweat drenched Tanya’s hair and skin. Now Tanya knew why the room was so hot. They wanted the catfighters to glisten. Sweaty babes with athletic bodies and nice tits looked sexy on film.

A slutty looking woman rose from one of the benches and came to the edge of the mat. “I’m the ring doctor,” she told Tanya. “Do you want to continue?”

Tanya blurted, “Yes,” and took a deep breath. The corner man gave Tanya a swig of water. Tanya swallowed some and spit the rest into the bucket. The man sponged the sweat from Tanya’s forehead so it would not run into her eyes. He made Tanya stand and told her to do some side bends to ease some of the pain in her mid section. As Tanya moved side to side her beautiful tits jiggled beneath the skimpy bikini top. She could see the corner man’s rod sticking out in his sweat pants.

The referee shouted, “Fight.”

Tanya shoved the mouthpiece into her mouth and headed for the center of the mat. She and Glory became two alley cats circling one another. Their hands were raised and their fingers curled like talons darting out to scratch with sharp nails or grab. Suddenly their fingers locked and Glory lunged forward bending Tanya’s arms back and down.

Somehow Tanya managed to knee the inner part of Glory’s left leg. The impact of Tanya’s hard knee against Glory’s muscular thigh made a thumping sound. Glory, stunned by the knee kick, still managed to pull Tanya down to the mat. They began rolling one on top of the other, their tits mashing, their sleek arms and lithe legs intertwining.
At first Glory seemed in charge because of her weight advantage but all at once Glory quit thrashing. Tanya could hear Glory’s labored breathing. Exhaustion had set in for Tanya too. She loosened the hold she had on Glory, scrambled to a kneeling position, and rocked backwards on her bent legs.

Tanya’s brushed a sweaty forearm across her eyes to get rid of the sting of the salt from her sweat. She watched Glory, her breathing much heavier than Tanya’s, arch her shoulders to open her lungs so as to force in more air and when Glory did that Tanya sprang at her. Glory screamed in pain as Tanya bent her far backwards so that all of Glory’s weight crushed against her bent legs. Tanya scooted behind Glory and applied a chokehold and seconds later Glory tapped out.

One of the men with the camera came to Tanya’s corner. “Great show. The best catfight we’ve filmed so far.” Tanya glared at him. “I thought this was supposed to be fake.” The man grinned and said,” Who told you that? Just fight your fucking ass off for five more minutes and you’ll get one thousand dollars.”

Looking at her arms and legs Tanya saw black and blue marks everywhere. She also noticed that her top had been torn loose and her breasts were bare. She didn’t expect the thong to last much longer either. The corner man sponged her face and tits and told her to stand. He knelt before Tanya and sponged her inner thighs and pushed the sponge inside the thong and cooled her throbbing pussy. That a man she did not know was fondling her did not seem to matter now. She could feel his anxious breath against her legs inhaling her rich girl aroma. Looking down she saw his face moving toward her pussy. “Don’t do it you little perv,” she warned. When his tongue flicked she had enough. She kneed him in the face, dazing him. Whimpering, he crawled off the mat.

The referee hollered, “Fight.” The spectators on the benches were all standing.

Glory tried the belly punch again but it was weakly thrown and Tanya blocked it easily by crossing her arms over her stomach. Tanya began pummeling Glory’s arms with windmill punches as if Glory were a body bag. After twenty seconds of relentless punching Glory’s arms hung heavily and she became limp. Tanya guessed that Glory’s muscles were filled with lactic acid rendering them, as often happens with big muscles, useless. Tanya couldn’t lift her arms or lift her fists either.

When Glory dropped to one knee Tanya paused to put her hands on her knees and tried to catch her breath.

The referee hollered, “Fight.”

Neither Tanya or Glory moved. Tanya wasn’t sure she could continue but more than anything she wanted to defeat Glory. A draw wouldn’t be good enough for her. As the ring doctor approached the mat, Tanya stumbled toward Glory who was standing but sagging forward, her eyes glassy. Tanya punched Glory as hard as she cold in the gut and Glory fell face first onto the mat. Tanya raised her arms over her head in victory and the camera zoomed in on her.
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