My name is Kim, and I work in housing administration at a liberal arts college in South Florida. In my last story I described two fights that I had been in, a win and a loss. My girlfriend Anna I had met through our mutual friend Claudia, a real estate agent who also was a catfighter and knew a circle of wealthy socialites who had a kink for our interest. Anna and I had a mud wrestling match at a place called Bad Sports, us against two of their girls. The contest was more of a free-for-all than a match, though, and it ended with my dominating an extremely pretty Brazilian girl named Leila. The second was a month later. I had challenged my ex-boyfriend’s new girl, Dana, to a fight. She had moved into our house when she lost her apartment, and I had marked my territory even though I had long ago lost interest in Joel as territory, or anything else. When Anna and I showed up at the spot, though, we found Dana with another woman, Gemma, whom I had fought before and lost to. Gemma and I fought again, and she beat me again after a long and grueling fight. Losing to her twice made me feel broken inside. Anna took me home and gave me a long bath—candles and her perfume and soft sponging of all of my bruises and kissing and massaging and rubbing and a soft bosom to cry into—but I would always see Gemma’s cruel smirk as she held me up out of the stream water by the bikini top and demanded that I submit to her. When the bath was over she helped me into the bedroom and I fell asleep with her arm across my chest and her nose buried in my neck.
Eventually the bruises healed. I started exercising again, and it felt good to move around and push myself physically. Anna was still paying rent at her old place, but she was staying with me nearly every night now. I would come home from work and find her coming out of the shower after a run or a single flower in a vase on the kitchen table. And I would work on my laptop while she read and wrote essays on the couch next to me. We would both be wearing shorts and plain shirts, and she would be wearing her hair in pigtails and I might reach over and give one tail a little tug and she’d smile and knock my hand away and then I would kiss her and go back to my work. It was nearing the first of June by this point, and the air conditioning ran most of the night. The air blew cold and dry on our skin, and even though we were hot we would also cuddle together from the cold and I would snuggle up next to her. She would rub her hands up and down my arms and nibble on my ear and then she would slide her hand into my shorts and gently slide her hand over my pubis and then tweak my clit and all the while blowing air over my ear and nipping at my jawline and with her other hand massage my breast. And all the time as I wanted to turn and latch onto her directly she would hold me in place and force me to wait.
Summer break had struck the campus at work, and I always took a vacation for two weeks when we had cleared out the academic year bullshit. The other people in my office only got one week, but that was too bad for them. If they didn’t like it, they should have gotten good enough at their job to have the pull that I did. I talked to Anna, but she was working a lot of hours at the coffee shop. She was also a bit of a homebody anyway. Given how aggressive and outgoing she could be with other combative women, I was surprised at how little she wanted to go out. I had been trading emails and texts with Claudia, and when I started talking about trying to find a vacation destination for Anna and myself, she insisted that we meet for a chat. After work I texted Anna that I was going to have a drink with Claudia and that she should go ahead and eat without me. We met at an upscale bar in the city, and we were hardly the only attractive women there. Claudia squealed a little and gave me an energetic hug when I got to her table. She was wearing a conservative sweater and slacks, but you could still see her very impressive figure under it, and of course her face was pretty as ever.
“You’re looking great!” I told her, and she told me the same. “We don’t get to see each other enough.”
“Well that’s because you’re playing Susie Homemaker with Anna,” she answered, and we both laughed. “I’m so happy for the both of you.”
“Have you been seeing anyone new?”
“Maybe,” she said from her glass of wine, and we both laughed again. “Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk with you about.”
“I don’t think that Anna would be up for anything like that,” I said, seriously, but Claudia shook her head and patted me on the hand.
“No, no, nothing like that. I have an opportunity for you,” she explained, leaning in closer and dropping her voice. “There’s a rich, like actually rich couple that wants me to come spend the week with them the Bahamas. I fought the wife three months ago, and now we’re having a rematch.”
“Did you win? What kind of fight was it?”
“A boxing match. She’s this blonde woman, about 40, still with a nice figure. She had a few fights when she was in her 20s, and now she wants to revisit that passion. She has a real attitude, too.”
“So what’s in it for me?”
“I wanted you to come to the Bahamas with me. She has friends, and a daughter, and I’m certain that you’ll have some opportunities of your own if you come with me. And bring Anna, too.”
“I’ll see if she’ll come.” I thought about Anna taking care of me after my fight with Gemma and sitting at home alone right now. “How is the new boyfriend related to this?”
“I know the couple already, of course, and beyond that they have a good reputation in this circle. But it seemed like a good idea to have a guy along. So I recruited one! Chris is a fitness nut, and he’s studying Krav Maga, plus he’s easy on the eyes even if he is a meathead,” she finished, and we shared a laugh.
We would leave in two weeks. I tried to talk Anna into going, but she insisted that she needed the hours at work and that someone needed to stay home to watch the place. I thought that she was hurt that Claudia hadn’t invited her herself. The two of them had known each other a lot longer, and Anna had been involved in fighting longer than I had, too, and on top of that was my being older. But I was the one who had gotten the invitation. So I packed all of the things that Claudia had suggested: dresses, blouse and skirt, more blouses, short, jeans, t-shirts, and several bikinis and sets of lingerie. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think that you were heading to a conference-slash-horror movie-slash-skin flick,” Anna said, looking at our bed as I packed. I gave her a kiss and said, “That sounds like a great idea. Let me get my handcuffs.” I pretended to go to the closet, and she grabbed me and threw me down on the floor and lay on top of me. She pinned my arms over my head, and we both had enormous smiles. “I love you so much,” she said. “I love you too,” I told her, and she touched her nose against mine and inhaled deeply, and then she kissed me. I threw my legs around her hips, and she cupped my breast and teased my hair out over the floor and spun a strand of it around her finger and for that moment I never wanted to leave.
I would spend the night at Claudia’s before we flew out the next morning. Chris was there, and he was good looking as promised. And Dee was there, too. She was an Indian woman who lived in Orlando; one night Anna, Claudia, and I listened to her describing a vicious catfight she had with the wife of her supervisor. As I learned, her name was actually Debleena, and she only went by Dee with Americans she didn’t know very well, like a reverse nickname. She had previously lived in Orlando, I should say: She had a rematch with the supervisor’s wife, in which the two of them ran into each other at a bar and went outside to the parking lot and “talked about” the situation. That ended with two guys pulling Debleena off the blonde Texan as she pounded her head against a car’s hood. After she had beaten up his wife twice, her supervisor maneuvered to get her fired, and she had moved down here in search of a job. And she had had a spirited look to her before, but now she looked like she was ready to devour the entire world—or at least all of its women. “That idiot never does anything without his wife’s pushing him into it. She made him get rid of me because I kicked her ass. He was probably turned on by it.” She was a dark-skinned, busty beauty with a large back account and no connections.
We three ladies sat around Claudia’s kitchen table to learn about our working vacation. “This couple is part of a very wealthy family from New England. These two are the bad seeds who got sent down here to get them out of the way. The husband’s name is William, and I’ve always suspected that he has more of a fetish for our sort of activity than he likes to let on. Sandra is the wife. She and I are going to catfight the night after tomorrow. She’s in her mid-40s, lean and flat-chested, and she’s a tough one. And there is also an adoptive daughter, or a ward, I think she is. Kathie. She’s from Thailand, and Sandra told me that she’s well-developed and has a nasty streak to her. Evidently, she had quite a few problems at the prep schools they sent her to. Sandra has an assistant, a Black woman named Julia. She’s around 30, and she has a great set of tits and ass and she’s very athletic, too. That’s why I wanted three of us to go. William is paying me a hefty chunk for my catfight with Sandra, and there will be money on the table for both of you to engage in some activities, too. I’ve been guaranteed that it will be worth your time.”
“Count me in,” Debleena said.
“Me, too.”
“Great!” Claudia said with a smile and clap of her hands. “There’s a five-star resort we’ll be at. They have reserved three cottages that are on the private beach and secluded from everything else. We’ll have a cottage to stay in, and so will their family, and then there will be a third that we’ll be using for our activities. And there’s one more thing—I’ve been instructed that they will handle any necessary repairs, bribes, anything else that might come up. William said explicitly that he wants us to feel free to get as wild as we want, and he’ll foot all the bills. And he definitely wants us to get wild.”
I was a bundle of nerves the next day. Claudia and Debleena seemed calm, though, and I wondered if they had done this sort of thing. Claudia handled all of our connections with the family, the plans, the accommodations as if she had. All three of us had dressed the part, with hair and makeup and skirts and blouses that showed too much flesh. The flight was fine, and before I knew it we were on the island and then in a taxi on our way to the hotel. The road snaked along the coast, and the water was a deep solid blue that you could stare into forever. Palm trees everywhere, and it was refreshing to see a tropical beach that was so different from Florida. Clear lines of vision and clean air and crisp small shops rather than endless miles of rundown malls and pawn shops and neighborhoods where you’d be shot for no particular reason. The hotel we were staying at was massive and immaculate. Well-dressed bellhops took our luggage and took in the three of us (and very skillfully, I might add), and we checked in. By the time I had a room key, I was ready to apply to work as a maid.
Our cottages were in the corner of the hotel’s property. We ate lunch and then strolled through the pool and lounge areas, shoes in hand, past countless young bikinied babes, older women who were probably too rich for anyone to criticize for their tummies, and the distracted men drinking themselves calm. I winked at one of those men, who promptly was elbowed by his bikinied wife. At the end of the last pool area was a gate and the stone path to the cottages. They sat on a small cliff looking out over the blue Atlantic. Ours had two bedrooms, a kitchen and eating area, and a large central room. The entire wall of the living room was sliding glass onto a balcony, as it was in the two bedrooms as well. Chris took one look at the ocean and stretched out on the master bed for a nap with Claudia, who at least had a reason to need her rest. Debleena and I went out onto the balcony and leaned on the rail. A few couples were strolling on the beach below us, and a sailboat was lazing along near the coast.
Debleena’s and my hair whipped about in the breeze. It felt cool after Florida’s sticky morning. “I never want to leave here,” I said.
“I wonder what those people on the beach are thinking about,” she replied. “Are they asking themselves what we’re thinking about looking out from this view?”
“I don’t know. I hadn’t thought about it.”
“These sorts of hotels put so much effort into making you forget that different people are having such different experiences. We’re all at the same resort, but we have access to different tiers of food, living spaces, clothes, looks. And they make the barriers invisible, which just makes them that much more important.”
“I wish that I had gotten to know you sooner,” I said, and she looked at me, with her dark eyes flashing through the hair that was blowing about. “To me, you’ll always be the beautiful woman with the great boobs beating up Kristen.”
We both laughed, and she touched me on the arm. “Claudia has told me about your own fights. It sounds like you’re developing very well.”
“It doesn’t feel like it.”
“Look,” she said seriously, stepping closer. “Having an intense rivalry is important. It is what makes this different from random brawling, which can be interesting and valid in its own way,” she added hastily. “Your skills are improving, and you are gaining experience, and the experiences you have with other women in turn make you the woman that you are. And you will kick that bitch’s ass some day,” she finished with a wink.
A middle-aged man with a paunch and a comb over was standing in the living room, watching us. He was wearing khaki shorts, a short-sleeved button-down shirt that was mostly open, and a watch that looked like it cost more than my car. Debleena and I smiled at him and came in and accepted his handshake. “My name is William,” he said with a slight Boston accent. “And you must be my guests. I must say that looking at the two of you, I think that this will be a very, very productive week.”
“I am confident that we are all going to get everything that we want from this vacation,” Debleena said, brushing her hair from her face. She was playing it well, I thought. “And we’re both very grateful for your hospitality and this opportunity.”
Debleena took his hand again and patted his forearm with her other hand. Not to be outdone, I put my hand over both of theirs and kissed him on the cheek. “We are all here to provide for your desires as well as our own.”
“I think that we are all going to be great friends,” William said. “Here, let’s get a picture.” We were happy to oblige him, and Debleena and I posed cheek to cheek in front of the balcony. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to speak to Claudia.”
William went into Claudia’s room for a few minutes, and then he went back to their own cottage. “He definitely liked the two of you. And you can both gets fights of your own with them, if you’re interested. And he offered to put up some bonus money, on top of everything else.” Debleena and I were both interested. Claudia showed us pictures of them, and now I realized that the other set of women was looking at a picture of us and making their own judgments. Kathie and Julia were both very attractive. Kathie was very dark and had a narrow face with sharp features, making me wonder if she had some European blood in her as well as South Asian, and her body looked like she was an exercise machine. Her breasts were likely fake, given how fit she was everywhere else. Julia was more rounded, and Claudia was right about her tits and ass. Hers I would have believed were real.
“I want a piece of Julia,” Debleena said, and I said that I would fight Kathie.
“Now you have some options on what you do. Sandra and I are having a straight catfight, in bustiers and stockings. I think that William would like to have some variety in his entertainment.”
“I’d like to have some variety in my entertainment, too,” Debleena said. From the look in her eyes, she wanted to devour her entertainment alive. “I want to fight handcuffed together, topless, in jeans and barefoot.”
“Wow, okay, good for you,” Claudia said, and I gave Debleena a hug.
“And what do you want to do?” Debleena asked me.
“I don’t know. I don’t think that I’m ready for something like that.”
“It’s okay. There’s boxing, wrestling, catfighting, sexfighting.”
“What’s sexfighting?”
“A few women I know do it. I haven’t. Each woman races to stimulate the other, but you’re also wrestling at the same time. I’m not sure how the rules work. But we could figure something out if you like.”
I thought of Anna waiting for me at home and said that I would pass. “I know what I want to do. William hires a feisty girl who’s here at the resort, and we have a catfight in our bikinis. Kathie, me, and the new girl, the three of us all together.”
“How’s that going to work?” Claudia asked.
I shrugged and said, “I don’t know!”
Claudia and Debleena laughed, and Claudia traded text messages with Julia to work out the specifics as Debleena and I readied for a night out. Claudia and Sandra would fight tomorrow night, Debleena and Julia the next night, and my fight would be the third night. We would leave open the last night’s activities, depending on the physical condition we were all in. Julia was going to give us up to five thousand dollars for the new girl, for her discretion as well as her time and effort. Claudia and Chris had some work to do to prepare the cottage, and they were going to order room service and stay in for the evening. Chris was being a good sport about everything; I was sure from watching his responses that he would have preferred to spend the evening in the resort, or the pool, or with us rather than moving furniture and taking down mirrors and paintings from the wall. Debleena and I put on some risqué cocktail dresses—too low on the top and too high on the legs, and tight all the way around—and makeup and headed over to the casino. She had a very impressive figure, but my own D cup assets were impressive, too, and I was proud of them. The breeze off the ocean was cool and relieving and I looped my arm through Debleena’s as we walked up the stone path.
The casino was not as crass as I was expecting. The usual flashing lights and slot machines were in one corner, but much of the floor was given over to poker, blackjack, craps, and other table games. There were a lot of business types playing: older, slightly balding and pudgy, conspicuously nice casual wear and flashy watches. We spotted wives and working women playing, too, and they were well dressed but more conventional in their looks, showing some cleavage and wearing nice rings but there to relax and not to put themselves too much on display. And then there were girlfriends and single women, and they were doing all that they could to put themselves on display. Lots of flesh out for the public eye, and plenty of it had been helped along by the surgeon’s scalpel. And they were jostling with each other to stand next to the major players. Debleena and I got margaritas and stationed ourselves at the bar. There was a gaggle of twenty-somethings at a table, in various stages of drunkenness, who were shouting and playing with their phones and being bitchy with the waitress who was bringing tray after tray of shots. I was glad that I had skipped over those years; I spent more nights reading and working than desperately whoring it up when I was in my twenties. A short-haired brunette toppled off her seat and the others howled with laughter.
“What about those?” I asked, nudging Dee in their direction. “I’d love to kick one of their asses. Or all of them.”
“That would be fun, and they do deserve it. But we need to find someone who’s on her own. Despite what Claudia might have said, we need to maintain some discretion.”
“Hot, feisty, and solitary, at a Caribbean resort?” I asked. I was rethinking my plan. But Claudia had said that William wanted something different, and I wanted to please him and to experience a new type of competition myself.
A long-haired blonde with a great figure and a red blouse and matching heels was making her way through the crowd. This woman’s chest was even more impressive than mine or Debleena’s, and she had to be an E cup. Other women were there whom we could have approached, but I wanted one who was endowed as well as Debleena and I; that was part of the appeal, I was coming to realize. The blonde had a very pretty face, too, but more importantly it was a face that was competitive, that blazoned her interest and ability in our field. The men gawked and stood as aside as she passed, but it was as if she were separate and above all of them. She strode past the table of gaggling idiots without giving them a look and came to the bar near us. Debleena nudged me and ambled down next to her. “Shame the men here aren’t more of the eligible type, isn’t it?” Dee asked, and the blonde laughed and agreed with her. But when the bartender brought her her drink, she tipped it toward us and then headed over toward the poker tables. I asked if we should follow her, but instead she winked at me and led me by the hand to the whores’ table. The whores seemed confused, but they did make room for us. Debleena and I shared their next round of jello shots with them. I could tell from their faces that they did not want the two of us sitting with them; we were too old and looked too good in our clothes, a deadly combination for younger women, and we would hold them back from their night of boozing, boozing, and some guy-chasing.
“Did you see the blonde woman go by, the one with the rack?” Debleena asked.
“The old woman with the stick up her ass?” one of them responded.
“She came up to the bar to get a drink, and while she was next to me she said that you were the biggest bunch of drunken sluts she had ever seen.”
Debleena knew what she was doing. The short-haired brunette stood up and demanded to know where the blonde was, and Debleena directed her toward the poker tables. The entire gang stamped off, and Debleena and I waited a decorous amount of time and then followed. We were rewarded soon enough with shouting and a gathering crowd. The whores had surrounded the blonde, and as I got in sight the short-haired brunette shoved her, and the blonde shoved her back hard enough she fell over, and then the other women jumped her and it was on. Screaming, punches, dresses being torn. The blonde held her own against the three drunks, but when the brunette agitator got back into it, it was too much and they got her down. None of the onlookers were doing anything, and the bouncers were in the bar, coming slowly. The women were pounding on the blonde now, and when I reached the opening in the crowd and saw all of them on her dove into the pile. I got a blonde by the hair and started pounding on her back and the side of her head. We rolled off of the pile and to the side, pulling hair and slapping and hitting. A few seconds later, a bouncer was pulling us apart. I got in another kick on her and then I was being carried away. The blonde had the short-haired brunette in a headlock, and she was pounding on her face as a bouncer pulled on her.
The blonde and I were taken outside of one door and the whores outside of another and questioned by the bouncers. Our two bouncers told us that we couldn’t fight in the casino and it was bad for business and they didn’t want us coming back there regardless of who started it. William would cover for us, I knew, and I just agreed with them and smiled until it went away. Our case was helped by my needing to readjust my top after the excitement. When the bouncers left us, Debleena caught up with us and gave both of us a hug. The blonde’s blouse and skirt had taken a beating, showing a good part of her very impressive bra, as had her hair. She had red splotches around her face, but none of the other women had known how to hit and she would be fine. Debleena offered to bring her back to the cottage, give her a drink and help her fix herself up. Her name was Mollie. She was still steaming at the drunken girls and she was looking at me as a teammate, but there was an undercurrent of tension between us as well as she sized me up as feminine competition and I did the same to her.
We took Mollie back to our cottage and got her a drink and a robe to wear. We sat in our bedroom, Mollie reclined with her feet up in a chair and the two of us on our bed. All of our clothes were on the floor, and we were all wearing lingerie under the robes. Mollie had put her hair in a ponytail, and the swell of her breasts rose firmly up from her chest to a very impressive degree given their size and the flimsiness of her bra. She was wearing a wedding ring, but she had not mentioned a husband yet. She ranted about the unprovoked attack and how much she wanted to get her hands on them again. “I’ll fight all those bitches again, I don’t care. I’ll take that brunette’s face and bounce it off the fucking bar.”
“Do you have problems like that a lot?” Debleena asked her.
“Being attacked by a pack of random sluts?”
“Jealousy. I think that Kim and I can both empathize with why those women would have attacked you!” she responded, and we all shared a laugh. “Do a lot of women respond like that to you? And to your assets?” she added with a gesture toward Mollie’s chest.
“Sometimes,” she answered with a sly smile, and I knew that Debleena had made some headway. “At work the other women keep information from me sometimes. They won’t invite me to lunch as often, or for drinks after work on Friday. And I always have to be careful with my marriage. Women will always spread lies about my cheating on my husband, and any time I turn my head they’ll slink up to my husband and whisper in his ear about me. I’m just lucky that he trusts me.” I asked if her husband were here. “He’s in Miami on business. We’re from Seattle, and he has to come to Miami every year for these meetings, and I got tired of Florida so I came here instead. The drug lords here dress better. Where are you two from?”
“Florida,” we said simultaneously, and all three of us laughed.
“Have you ever had to get physical with the women who talk about you?” I asked Mollie.
“A few times. Two were serious. One was at a 4th of July barbeque, where a woman complained that I was showing too much of myself. It’s not my fault modesty is a higher standard for some than others, right? We ended up rolling around and slapping each other some. The other was with a soccer mom from the opposing team. She was talking shit about my son, and I told her to knock it off, and we agreed to meet in the parking lot that night. That was more intense, back and forth, but I eventually made her cry by hitting her in the boobs. It felt good to finally do that to another woman, when you know that so many have wanted to do it to you. And a few have, too!” she added, finishing her drink. “I had plenty of encounters with bitchy girls in high school.”
“So you learned how to really fight?”
“No, it was a prep school. There weren’t any real fist fights. Just the usual girl stuff. You like to think that you’ve left all of that behind you, but there’s still this raw energy that you get from it. Everyone expects us to be nice to each other, but after a while that gets so boring. You just want to grab hold of someone and tear their head off.”
“I think that we might be able to offer you the chance to tear someone’s head off,” I said. “Two someones, in fact.”

Mollie took no convincing at all. The three of us spent the next morning sleeping and lying around the cottage. I sat on the balcony and watched the waves rolling over the sand and the couples walking up and down it. The vista of the entire world opened in front of me, and I felt like I was the queen of its entirety. I was wearing new sunglasses and my dark hair was splayed out on the headrest and I looked hot. Hotter than the women on the beach with their men or by themselves. One I noticed on the beach was a slender redhead, a striking girl lying by herself on a towel and her top unfastened. All of the guys who went past turned their heads, but she was pretending to be asleep and having none of them. I went inside and changed into a black string bikini and went to William’s cottage to see if he was interested in some entertainment.
William went down to the beach by himself and struck up a conversation with the redhead. To make up for his age, he had put on a very expensive watch and nice clothes, and he had little trouble getting her to respond to what he was saying. She took off her sunglasses to look at him. She was indeed very pretty, probably in her late twenties, and up close you could tell that she kept herself fit rather than simply being thin. Her hair had loose curls that dangled over her face in a way that would have captivated William if this were real, and from the way that they were looking at each other I started to suspect that it might be and also that William might be a practiced hand at this. My own fire to attack this woman bloomed at the realization. I let them talk for a few minutes, and when the redhead had fastened her top and let William sit in the sand next to her, I came around the corner in a frenzy.
“Who is this bitch?” I shouted at William. William sputtered and leaned away from me, and he seemed genuinely shocked at my vehemence. “Get the fuck away from her!”
“You better watch who you call a bitch,” she said calmly. But then she sprang to her feet and was at the ready.
“Back off, Irish”
“I’m not going to tell you again,” she said, her voice showing a little more emotion. She stepped up to me now. She was about an inch taller than me, but we were in the same weight class. She had a pretty good set of assets, too, but they weren’t like mine. She was wearing a purple bikini with rather revealing cups and a thong bottom that came up high on her shapely legs. My string bikini showed off all of my curves, both on top and on the bottom. “You don’t want to talk to me like that.”
“Ladies, let’s not be like this,” William said, and he put his hand in between us. “Jennifer and I were just talking.” I pushed him away, and at that moment as I listened to him I wanted him physically away from me and from Jennifer as well. We were attracting a bit of a crowd, I noticed.
“I am not going to watch you hit on every bimbo on the beach,” I shouted. “You have been a dick to me since we left Boston.”
“Maybe that’s because you’re being a fucking cunt,” Jennfier said, and she bumped into me, our faces and our boobs touching.
We both went for each other’s hair simultaneously. She was strong and she thrashed my head about pretty good. I wrapped my arm around her torso and tried to throw her, but she braced herself well and before I knew it she had me bent over at the waist, controlling me by my dark hair. I reached out for her, but I couldn’t get hold of anything, and she soon had me down on my knees, dragging me around the sand. “Not so tough, are you, you big-titted bitch? You still wanna fight?” she was asking me, and she kicked me in the side. But when she came in to try to knee me, I got hold of her foot and tripped her. She fell in the sand next to me, and we clung to each other. We rolled over each other in the sand, pulling hair and slapping each other on the side and on the back and on the ass. She got on top of me and punched me in the stomach, but I yanked her off by the hair, making her scream as her head arched back. I felt good hurting her by her hair. I rolled her over and mounted her, sitting on her stomach and pressing her down into the sand. I slapped her across the face with a right and a left, and then I took her by the hair and started pounding it against the ground. But the sand was too soft, and it didn’t stun her. Jennifer reached up and grabbed hold of my boobs in both hands and squeezed. It was like two clamps had taken hold of my flesh. I screamed “Shit!” and slapped her across the face as hard as I could. She let go of my boobs and her eyes went loose in her face. The fight was over.
I looked up, and there were eight or ten people standing around us, both guys and girls. They were shocked and gleeful. I threw my sweaty hair back and smiled and then I flexed my arms while still astride the beaten redhead. My bikini top had been pushed to the sides off of my breasts when Jennifer grabbed onto me, and I gave them an extra shake as I preened for the audience. But behind them two guys in resort shirts were slowly coming along the beach. William pulled me off of her and with her towel wrapped around me and we were headed up the beach to their cottage. Inside, he grabbed hold of me and kissed me too on the lips with too much force. “They have all gone into town for the day,” he said. His breath smelled of scotch but it felt good to feel the energy behind it, energy that he had because of the catfight that I had. I kissed him back and pulled him into the small bedroom and sucked him off. From the clothes and luggage in the room I guessed that it was Kathie’s. That made it more exciting.
Afterward, he asked me what I thought about and felt during a fight. “It’s as if everything becomes tighter and more real,” I said. “When I slap a woman in the face, when I pull her hair, I am showing her that she has to take account of me. As we roll on the ground, pulling hair, squeezing breasts, I feel more vital. The catfighting is the act that makes our relationship real. And because we have this special relationship, we become more feminine. In turn, as other women see us, see what we do and how it changes us, we’re spreading something special. We can show other women these alternative ways of living, and so it spreads.”
“And how much of it is sexual?”
“That depends on the woman. For me, the arousal, the energy that I feel when I catfight is as exciting as sex, but it isn’t about sex. I don’t secretly want to have sex with the women I fight with.”
“But sexuality is a part of being feminine.”
“Of course it is. And when the other woman is beautiful, when other men and other women see her as beautiful, that stirs my sense of competition with her and makes me want to fight her all the more. But it doesn’t mean I want to have sex with her. And I’m in a relationship with a woman now, but that doesn’t mean I want to fight her. Those are two separate desires. They just have some similar characteristics.”
“I had always assumed that it was all about sex.”
“Then you’re a man,” I told him, and patted him on the chest. “And a rich one at that.”
“I’ll take care of management for the events on the beach. And I wanted to thank you for that, too, as well as this little conversation. An exciting and enlightening one.”
“I’d like the opportunity to enlighten you some more,” I said.
“That’s the one thing that I’m certain of in this situation.”
I returned to our own cottage to find Debleena waiting for me. I told her that I’d arranged for some fun for William and that I thought that I’d made him more amenable to us. She said that she was feeling restless and wanted to go into town to do some shopping, but I said that I was tired and needed to rest after the day’s activities. Claudia and Chris had gone for an early dinner. I took off my bikini and lay down with the door closed. What I had told William was the truth, of a sort. About us, about catfighters. My rivalry with Gemma was just that, a rivalry, and her attractiveness, her face and her body, and my desire to fight her again was a product of our rivalry. Not the other way around. And I had no desire to fight Anna, only to be with her and to talk with her—although I could admit to myself that I wanted those things with Anna rather less than I had before my second fight with Gemma. But I also could not deny to myself the excitement of watching Anna’s first match with Leila or of brawling in the mud alongside her in the second match. So fuck it, I said to myself as I turned over in the crisp sheets. The fan was spinning lazily above me, and the light was harsh against the off-white of the walls. Maybe my desire to fight was sexual. Catfighting was part of my femininity. I was not ready to say that being feminine was a result of being sexual, though, and that fighting came from sex. The two were mixed.
I lay in bed the rest of the afternoon, those thoughts running through my mind alongside memories of my two fights with Gemma and that on the beach that afternoon and against this girl in high school. Even by my junior year of high school I was fully developed, as was this girl. My family had moved from Texas to Florida that year, and I was the new girl at the school. It was a private school, so there weren’t that many girls and those who were, were stiff competition. But Crystal saw me as too much like her, too close to her turf as “the girl with the big boobs.” She talked shit about me, and when I started dating a guy from another school she spread rumors that I was cheating on him. Finally, I’d had enough. There was a party that everyone would be at, and I showed up in jeans and a t-shirt, and I called her out onto the front lawn. At first she didn’t want to fight me, but everyone egged her on. We fought it out for several minutes. We started out pulling hair and slapping, but then she ripped my shirt open and attacked my breasts and the fight turned wild. We were hitting each other anywhere we could, and I got on top of her and beat her down. I picked her up by her hair and I was going to knock her out, but two boys pulled us apart. Everyone had seen me kick her ass, and I’m sure that we were a sight fighting on the lawn. She never told any lies about me, but the other girls at the school gave me more of a cold shoulder than they did her.
I had had that experience with a lot of women over the years. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t the one who spread the rumors, and I didn’t invite men to linger at my desk the way that they did sometimes. Looking back, I had never really had close female friends. What I had now with Claudia and Debleena—and Anna, although that was complicated in a multitude of ways—was the closest that I had to female friendships. And what we had was closer to male friendship, companions based on common interests, than the illusory eternal bonds women liked to say that they had with each other. But other women had always looked to backstab me or set me up in some way, and now I had the ability to defend myself against them with my claws. I thought about Gemma standing over me in that creek, holding me up by my shirt, but also the feeling of her breasts in my hands and her flesh under my slaps. And how good it would feel to attack the buxom blonde Mollie and the young and rich Kathie, the maelstrom that we would enact for the women who would be watching us.
The time for Claudia’s fight with Sandra had come. Debleena and I spoke to Claudia and wished her luck, but she was dressed and had her makeup on, and she was ready to fight and barely heard us. After we left their room, Debleena told me that she had a plan for something extra, and she asked me to back her on it. I wouldn’t do anything to take away from Claudia’s night, but she promised that she wouldn’t either. I put on a red miniskirt and blouse that was unbuttoned down to my stomach, and we went to the third cottage where the fights would take place. We were there before William’s group, and I inhaled the stillness of the room before the competition began. I heard voices outside and opened the door for William, Sandra, and the two younger women. He gave me a lingering glance, but while Julia and Kathie both noticed it, Sandra was as focused as Claudia. The four of them took their seats on one end of the living room. Chris had done a good job, and the room was empty but for the chairs and a couch, and all of the hard edges had been covered and the breakables removed. Sandra was wearing a robe, her blonde hair in waves down onto her shoulders, and with some tasteful make-up she looked very pretty. Claudia was opposite her, also wearing a robe. Her black hair was a bit longer than Sandra’s, and she looked just as hot as Sandra and just as focused. Neither woman had said a word, but neither had looked away from each other.
Debleena was wearing a black dress that was showing a lot of cleavage and thigh. She took a seat next to me, and she gave a longing glance at William and then a short dart toward Julia. Julia was dressed more conservatively in a blouse and pants, and she had her thick straight hair back in a ponytail and was wearing glasses, but you could see the outline of a very womanly and capable body under that. Even with her blouse buttoned up you could see the swell of her breasts straining the material. She took a seat on the couch next to Kathie and began checking her phone, but you could see her tension from the look that Debleena had given her. I had the strong notion that Julia wanted to come over here and teach us both a lesson, or try to. I got no such sense from Kathie, though, who seemed to be in over her head. Claudia was clutching and rubbing the belt of her robe, and I could see that she and Sandra were breathing hard already in anticipation.
And then Mollie arrived. She entered without knocking, sliding past Chris as he moved to secure the doorway. She became the center of attention, the knockout busty blonde who saw through the men and to the other women who were sizing her up. Her blonde hair was hanging in layered waves that splashed across her shoulders. She wore a long teal dress, low cut with a black middle that highlighted her enormous bust, cleavage oozing up from some limitless alluring depth. The fabric wrapped around her wide, powerful hips and thighs. She had gone all out to make herself the men stare at her, to be the most beautiful woman in the room. I felt Debleena stiffen on the couch next to me, and I wanted to knock this blonde bitch on her ass. She had taken what Debleena and I had both gone for. William took her hand and kissed it and welcomed her formally, and he didn’t bother to hide the long look he took down into that feminine wellspring. Mollie took it all with a smile, and she even kissed him on the cheek. Then she sat down next to me, giving me a strong dose of perfume and a condescending smile to go with it.
“So nice to see you this evening,” she said, offering me her hand. We shared a tense, hard handshake, feeling out the strength and determination of the other.
As we split, I replied, “I’m so glad that you decided to accept our offer, and to have you here with us. We are going to have a grand time together.”
“Some of us are more grand than others,” she answered.
“We’ll have to see about that.”
“Kim, we see to that every time we go out into public. Although, it isn’t a fair competition when some of us are given more material to work with than others.”
We were staring into each other’s eyes, mine brown and hers a startling blue, and I was weighing the costs and benefits of slapping the shit out of her, as I knew that she wanted me to. As I was thinking of how much I would enjoy that and how much pleasure Mollie was taking in my anger at being shown up, Debleena patted me on the leg from the other side and said, “This is my time.” And she walked up to William and whispered into his ear. He listened, and then he smiled and his eyes widened and he nodded his head eagerly. And then Debleena walked to Julia and stared imperiously down at her. Two well-endowed, brown-skinned hot and aggressive women. Julia slid her eyes up the body of the Indian woman and then put away her phone and stood. She was a few inches taller, and as she stepped into Dee the bottoms of her breasts thumped into the top of Dee’s. Their faces were inches from each other, and their heavy whispers could be heard across the room.
“I was thinking that we could add some stakes to our fight tomorrow night,” Debleena said.
“Is that so?”
“I had to leave my job recently, and this morning I was talking to William about my situation and my qualifications.” William had been very busy today, and very happy as well, I thought. “And we spoke about your job, how it requires a woman who is able to project a certain female confidence as well as competence. I think that he has come to agree with me that I would be a better fit for your job than you are.”
At this point Julia’s eyes narrowed down. “Are you okay with this, sir?”
“Oh, I most certainly am,” he answered.
“Then I will beat your subcontinent ass until you wish you had never heard of this family. And I’m going to rip those qualifications right out of your scalp.”
“I’d love to make you eat those words tonight, but we’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” Debleena said, and she turned sharply and walked away. As she turned her long hair flew in Julia’s face—as I’m sure Dee intended—and as her eyes flashed I feared Julia would attack her right then, but we would have to wait.
William came into the center of the circle and thanked us for attending. “And a special thank-you for the entertainment we have already enjoyed tonight,” he added, with a look to our couch. “It’s important that we share this passion of ours with like-minded friends, both old friends and those we have just met. I am looking forward to getting to know all our new friends better. And now for tonight’s event, a catfight between my wife Sandra and our friend Claudia. The rules are: No punching to the face, no scratching, no attacks to the eyes or crotch, and no use of outside weapons or outside interference. The round is over when one woman submits, with a one minute break between rounds. The first woman to take three submissions will be the winner. And now, ladies,” he finished, motioning with his hands.
The two women stood and slowly disrobed. Claudia went first, sliding the white cloth off of her shoulders and down her body. She was a short woman, and despite her large chest she was lean down through her hips and legs. Her black hair she wore loose, as per the rules for the fight. She tucked her hair behind her ear and gave Sandra a wicked smile. She was wearing a black and red bustier and thong with matching lace garter and stockings. Her breasts were firm and in the sturdy bustier seemed majestic. Sandra rose and took hers off as well, and I could feel Claudia’s knowing that she was in the secondary position, of being the hired woman despite William’s emphasis on the word friend. Sandra was taller than Claudia and small-breasted. A few years older than us, she had the look of strength and distinction to her. She wore a white bustier and panties with stockings. Her blonde hair was also loose. She smirked at Claudia and asked if she was ready for another beating, but Claudia said nothing in response. William stepped out from the center and called the two of them forward to toe the line, the white chalk four feet apart that Chris had marked on the carpet. As they did so, Katie stood and left the cottage, brushing past Chris at the door.
“Ding, ding,” William said.
Claudia rushed forward with a snarl. She reached for Sandra, but she came too quickly and was off balance. The older woman turned her to the side, and the two crashed against the wall, Sandra on top. She smacked Claudia in the upper back and on the head, but our friend covered up with one hand and bracing herself against the wall got back to her feet. She got her hands on Sandra’s hair, but Sandra pushed her up against the wall and started smacking her in the stomach and ribs and then punching her with short strikes. Claudia grunted with each. She hit Sandra in the stomach, getting some separation, and then she put her leg between Sandra’s and shoved. The blonde staggered back, keeping her feet but vulnerable. Claudia slapped her and then yanked her head down by the hair, bending her at the waist, and then she ran Sandra across the room and into the far wall. Sandra fell to her hands and knees, and Claudia backed up for a second, breathing hard, but as Sandra rose she sprang and drove her knee into her side. Sandra went back down and Claudia clung to her back, driving her into the carpet and against the wall. Sandra slumped down, and Claudia kneeled over her, punching and elbowing her up and down her back and in the side. After a few seconds, Sandra tapped her hand on the floor and William called out the first round for Claudia.
The two women sat on their chairs, both of them panting and sweating. They stared down at the floor, hair dangling down, breasts and stomachs rising and falling. Halfway through the rest period, Sandra said, “You got me back that round. I’m going to have to work on those melons of yours. Show everyone those great nipples. Show everyone how sensitive they are, just like last time.” Claudia raised her eyes but said nothing.
William called time, and the two rose from their chairs and toed the chalk line. They circled this time, bent at the waist and hands curled into claws. Sandra slapped Claudia and Claudia slapped her back. Sandra stumbled and Claudia tackled her to the ground and got on top of her. “Running out of gas, old woman?” she asked. She slapped Sandra back and forth, and Sandra waved her arms above her head in a weak defense. But then Claudia sat up straight and turned and smiled at us, and as she did Sandra reached up and tore away her bustier and clamped onto her boobs. I could see Sandra’s pale fingers sink into Claudia’s brown flesh. Claudia howled in pain and frantically pawed at Sandra’s fingers. In the tumult Sandra bucked her off and the two women lay sprawled on the ground. “Get up!” I shouted at Claudia. She was dazed and in her confusion turned to look at me as Sandra got to her hands and knees. She put Claudia on her stomach and yanked back on her head by the hair, pulling back so that Claudia’s boobs came off the carpet. Then she reached under Claudia’s arm and grabbed hold of her breast and then pressed Claudia’s face down into the carpet, holding her by the hair and the breast and her bodyweight. The swell of Claudia’s breast mushroomed out to the side, and I could see Sandra’s hand working on it as her flesh moved and twitched. Claudia moaned and tried to push herself but Sandra held her in place. At last Claudia tapped her hand on the carpet and said she submitted.
As Sandra pushed herself off of Claudia, she said, “Told you I’d work on those melons. And I’ll do it again next round.” Claudia turned and glared at her, and Sandra said, “Know your place, puta. You have to wait until the next round to get yours.” The two of them separated, backing toward their chairs and sitting down. William said that they each had one round, and he reminded them that there was to be no extracurricular activity; whoever broke that rule would lose a round as penalty. “I’m going to kick your ass, bitch,” Claudia said, but William called for them to be silent between rounds from now on. Claudia’s bustier was ripped open, and her firm breasts were swinging free as she gasped for air. Her nipples were large, and they looked like they might be as sensitive as Sandra had promised. Claudia slipped out of the ruined top and threw it aside. The rest of her outfit and all of Sandra’s was stressed but intact. Sandra was breathing hard, though, and I thought that Claudia still had the upper hand on that point. She would have to keep Sandra off of her chest, I thought.
“Your friend seems to be at a disadvantage,” Mollie whispered in my ear at that moment. “Those tatas make great targets. And I can’t wait to work on yours. They are going to feel great under my hands.”
“I am going to kick your ass, you big-boobed blonde bimbo,” I whispered back to her.
“What, no bitch?”
“I thought it went without saying,” I answered her. “I guess I assumed too much.”
Her face went blank for an instant; that one hit the mark. But then William called time for the start of the third round. Claudia and Sandra rose from their chairs with disdain and ire on their faces. Sandra pushed forward aggressively after her success in the second round. She rushed Claudia and made a move for her boobs, but when Claudia covered up her chest with both arms Sandra slapped her hard in the face. It was the sound of a heavy box falling on the floor, and everyone in the room gasped. As Claudia staggered backwards Sandra seized hold of her breasts and drove her back into the wall. She held Claudia there by the breasts, her arms held straight out and her fingers digging deep into the brown flesh as if she were looking for Claudia’s heart. Claudia pulled on her hands and stamped her feet, all the time gritting her teeth and panting with the agony in her chest. On her chest. After some interminable period Claudia pried Sandra’s hands off of her breasts, but when she was finally free she reflexively covered up her breasts with both hands and put her head down and while she was vulnerable Sandra punched her in the stomach and then slapped her across the face and Claudia fell to the floor. Sandra stood over her and asked, “Can you handle any more?” and then kicked her when she tried to rise. On her hands and knees, Claudia tapped her hand on the ground.
“Poor Claudia. At least there’s only one more round,” Mollie said.
“Shut the fuck up or you’re going home naked tonight,” I said back.
“Oh, honey, no need for the fireworks. I’m sure she has her right where she wants her.”
I pivoted on my chair and tensed my arms and legs to spring on her. And Mollie was ready for me. But right before we clashed William said loudly, “If you two start at it now you lose my friendship. And you’re going to have a hard time of it here without my friendship.”
Debleena took hold of my shoulders, and Mollie moved over to sit in Kathie’s empty seat next to Julia. William called time for the next round. Claudia stood up slowly, but her face looked determined as she stepped to the chalk line. Sandra came after her with a smirk on her face. Claudia shuffled back and away from her, and Sandra motioned for her to ‘come on.’ Sandra rushed her again, but this time Claudia met her with a stiff kick to the gut. The air whooshed out of her lungs and Sandra folded over. We could all hear her breath hitching inside her, and her face drained of blood and her mouth was hanging open. William called the submission for his wife before Claudia could move on her. The break between rounds Sandra spent on her knees leaning on the chair, trying to get air into her body. “You should be used to being on your knees, you washed up bitch,” Claudia said. “I’m going to get my claws into you and turn you inside out.” The confidence was gone from Sandra’s face, and it was replaced by the look of a woman who was in a room with another woman who wanted to rip her apart.
William called for the last round. Claudia ran forward with a growl and crashed into Sandra before she could push herself up from the chair. The two of them fell to the ground, Claudia on the top. Sandra tried to push her off, and she slapped her boobs a few times, but there was no strength in her and I thought she was gassing out. She did put up a struggle, though, and she took hold of Claudia’s nipples, pinching them between her fingers. That got a scream out of my girl. But Claudia brought her fist down into the middle of Sandra’s chest, and that sucked the life from her. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she tried to turtle up. Claudia held her flat on her back and ripped open her white bustier, exposing her small and pale but impressively firm breasts, and she stared down into her face. Claudia on top of Sandra, black hair a tangled mess, her thighs and the bend of her hips and her impressive breasts swaying back and forth, sweat dripping from her face and her body and her breasts. Sandra gave one last attempt to buck her off, and Claudia trapped her hands under her legs.
“A little time for fun, I think,” Claudia said, to William and the rest of her audience as much as to her opponent trapped under her. “Did your family invent the radio, too?” she asked, and she twisted Sandra’s nipples viciously. Sandra screamed, as loudly as she was capable. “Do you have the stomach for it, puta, or are you going to deny everyone their entertainment?” Sandra said nothing. “Oh, goody,” Claudia said, and she went to work torturing her tits. Pulling, slapping, twisting. Sandra held out about two minutes before she was calling out her surrender. She earned a lot of respect from us for lasting that long; Claudia had quite a bit of experience in that area.
William congratulated Claudia on a well-fought match, over the protests of Julia about Claudia’s ignoring the chalk line for the last round, and their group left. We returned to our cottage after Chris cleaned up as well as he could. Debleena and I gave Claudia very gentle hugs and congratulated her, and then she limped into the bedroom with Chris and shut the door. The quiet was empty to me in the aftermath of the fight, and I leaned my head on Dee’s shoulder. All the strength and passion that I had felt while watching those two women drained out of my body. I thought of Joel and all the nights that I sat on the couch with him, watching him waste his life. Now he was repeating those nights with Dana, the co-ed who had taken my shit life with Joel away from me, and I had given up my chance to deal with her for a chance at Gemma. I lost that fight with Gemma but the memories of it were dancing in my mind, gliding from blow to blow and the feeling of our bodies straining against each other and the desire of which it was the manifestation. The desire to hurt her and to know who I was. Who I am. I pulled Debleena’s head around and kissed her. I pulled the straps of her dress down and ran my finger along the line of her collar bone. She kissed my neck gently and stroked the arc of my breast against my blouse and then she pulled off my shirt and then my bra and tossed them on the floor and pushed me down onto the couch. Lying atop me, she kissed my nipples and massaged my breasts, and I pushed myself against her dark firm chest, stomach, hips as she moved up and down the length of my body kissing and touching, each time our chests rubbed against each other sending lightning through me, and I stroked her black hair and ran my hands up and down her thighs and around her slim waist and some unknown time later she pulled me into the bedroom.