My name is Kim, and I work in housing administration at a liberal arts college in South Florida. In my last story, I described the first half of my trip to the Bahamas with Claudia, her boy toy Chris, and Debleena. We had been brought there by William and Sandra, an obscenely wealthy and slightly disreputable couple from Boston who had been exiled to Florida. They had paid for Claudia to have a catfight with Sandra, which Claudia won. Debleena was going to fight their assistant Julia the second night, and I was going to fight their adopted daughter Kathie and a woman we had met at the resort, Mollie, the third night. William had assured us that he would obfuscate and bribe to make amends for any additional entertainment we created during the trip, and it was clear to all of us that he was a great fan of entertainment. I had picked a fight with a random girl on the beach for him to watch, and he certainly seemed to enjoy it. I had enjoyed it as well, kicking her ass in front of strangers and William, but at the same time it was a shallow enjoyment. The deeper satisfaction of competition wasn’t there; the fight had been very stimulating exercise rather than a defining moment.

The morning after Claudia’s fight when I awoke next to Debleena I put on a robe and stood on our balcony, in the sun and the water and the air. We had shared a wonderful night together, but Anna was back home waiting for me--unless she wasn’t, a thought that had been dwelling in the back of my head. Debleena would be in bed most of the day in advance of her fight that night. She had lost her job because she had beaten up her supervisor’s wife, and she had convinced William to put Julia’s job on the line—how she had convinced William to do that I wasn’t sure, but it might have precipitated her need for last night’s diversion with me. She was stunning with her hair splayed out on the pillow, flats of sunlight across her face and body. The air was brisk and the last of her perfume smelled of lilacs. Her eyes fluttered open and I turned back to the ocean before she saw that I had been watching her. There was nothing else between us beyond this one night and morning, and I wanted to parcel the moment.

I kissed her on the forehead, dressed in exercise shorts and a jog bra with my hair in a ponytail, and walked along the beach. Aside from a few joggers and a half-naked man who had passed out the night before, I was alone. I found a stretch of sand where I wouldn’t be interrupted, and I ran sprints, first in the hard sand near the water and then in the softer sand up the beach. After half an hour, my legs were on fire and sweat was flicking into the air off my fingertips as I ran. I plopped myself down and caught my breath. I felt good, strong, and as if I were the only woman on the beach. The sun was bright and I thought about how open the ocean was, all that emptiness. Above the water and below it. When I was little, and then again after I got out of college and was looking for a job, I would have given anything to be able to soar out over the water and up into that emptiness. Now, though, having run on the sand and ready for tomorrow night I felt like I was living within my own life.

I went back to the cottage to shower and change, and then I took a seat in the least impressive of the resort’s restaurants and ordered eggs, wheat toast, and fruit, and a lot of water. I was wearing tight khaki shorts and a plain white t-shirt. Two guys in their twenties eyed me over as they passed my table, but I made a point of ignoring them and checking my phone. A few couples and a large table of teenage girls were there as well. I read the Times on my phone and then ate my breakfast, and when that was done I drank another glass of water and watched the vacationers stroll along the path outside the door. A brown hummingbird landed on the restaurant’s sign and sat over the patrons and the two boys clowning with a rolled-up newspaper. Older couples were on the morning stroll, wobbling on arthritic knees, bellies obscured by layers of excess clothing. Young men and women paraded fit bodies, lean tight lines along the stomachs, thighs, and arms and backs. All the life in the world was inside them. And the waiters and cleaning staff stood ready just out of line of sight.

William and Mollie strode across the pool area, her arm looped through his so that the side of her breast brushed against his ribs. He was in slacks and a casual button-up shirt, and she wore a loose skirt and a blouse that was open all the way down, revealing a deep-cupped bikini top that overflowed with her cleavage. Both wore sunglasses and seemed oblivious to their surroundings. They never looked in my direction. After they had passed out of the hotel, I followed at a distance. They walked slowly down the street toward the shops and street merchants. It was getting hot and after a block a new line of sweat had formed across my forehead and along the top of the cups of my bra. Mollie dragged William by the hand to one of the stalls, and he bought her an orange and then they continued down the street. After they had passed a ways I bought a bottle of water for myself. The three of us made our way down the street like that, Mollie touching her head to William’s shoulder once and her ass swaying to and fro beneath her skirt. Her blonde hair caught in the breeze, and she tucked it behind her ear over and over and once William turned and arranged it for her. As he did, I caught his eye. He showed no surprise and I winked at him in the instant before he returned his attention to her.

Soon after, he led her into a swimwear shop. I browsed the antiques store next door, and within a few minutes William sent me a text message that I should enter. There were only a few customers aside from the newly minted couple. William was sitting on a bench near the back, admiring Mollie in a green string bikini—with a triangle top and double string bottom—that she was strutting back and forth in. She had a brazen smile on her face, and her blonde hair swung violently with each stride. The bikini was doing all it could to hold her breasts in place as they swung with equal force as her blonde hair. At last she saw me, and with a sly grin she stood in front of William and ran her finger over the top of his head. She asked him if he liked what he saw and he nodded vigorously. I took a yellow string bikini to the saleswoman and asked if they had one in my size, a 36 D. She said that they did and that she could get it out of the back. I pulled her close and asked about the blonde in the back. “Oh, she said she is a 40 E. That top isn’t large enough for her, but she doesn’t seem to care,” she answered with a sly grin, and then she found the suit for me.

I passed by William and Mollie without a glance and found a changing booth. The suit fit well, and it looked good on me. The top was tight in just the right way, and my ass looked good in the mirror. I had taken the top off and was standing admiring myself topless when Mollie opened the door to the stall and sashayed in.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked. “Watching me from a distant second place?”

“Hi, bitch,” I answered. We were standing only a few inches apart and taking up nearly the entire space of the stall. I felt her hatred of me coming in waves from her flesh.

“Did you get lost?” she asked

“Your ass isn’t hard to follow.”

“And yet it would seem that you have a difficult time living up to the standard that it sets in this new suit, judging by the way that William responds to it.”

“The bar bends under the weight set by your ass, honey. It isn’t the same thing. And we will see just how William responds once he’s seen a more varied and fit array of competition.”

“I will ask one more time, and you will answer or I will give you a beating here and now that you will never forget. What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Buying myself a new swimsuit.”

“Well it seems like you’ve made it halfway there. Did you need help with the other half?”

“You might be missing the second half of yours,” I said, looking her body up and down. “They seem to have shorted you a bit on the fabric.” I traced the edge of the top with my finger where her flesh oozed out.

She slapped my hand away and hissed, “Keep your trashy claws off of me.”

I smacked her across the face and then taking her by the hair drove her against the wooden side of the stall. She stumbled to one knee, but before I could take advantage she elbowed me in the stomach. She was strong, and I slumped against the wall holding my stomach, the air pushed out of me. Mollie regained herself and leapt on me. She drove me to the ground, the stool bruising my leg as we fell into it. We yanked on each other’s hair and shrieked at each other. She was on top of me, though, and had me pinned up against the wall and I couldn’t get out from under her. She banged my head on the floor, rattling my brains. I tried shifting my hips out from under her, but as we strained the store’s clerks appeared above her and yanked her off of me. Mollie still had hold of my hair, pulling me up as they pulled her. I got in a few punches to her head before they disentangled us completely.

“I will beat your ass, bitch!” I shouted at her.

“Any time you want, you come and find me!”

William was standing behind them, and he put a towel around Mollie and dragged her away. After they had gone, the store clerks made me dress and ushered me out, but only after making me pay for the bikini. My hair was still a mess, and the sun was even hotter than before. I flexed my hands and I was breathing hard, thinking about getting my nails into Mollie. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow night, and I sent William a text saying, “I want her right now.” A few minutes later I had my answer: “In two hours at the marina north of the hotel. Bring the new bikini. Mollie is looking forward to it.” I stood fuming in the middle of the sidewalk, and then I inhaled, exhaled, and walked on.

Two hours later I was standing at the entrance to the marina, watching Mollie and William walking up, her draped over him and wearing a sun dress over her green string bikini. I smiled and offered my hand, and she took it. We shared a long, firm handshake as we smiled with all the earnest feeling that a woman brings forth in circumstances in which she must feign feeling for a woman she wants to ruin and who wants to ruin her in return—which is to say, the dissembling that we must do nearly every day. William said that we should get ourselves aboard, and he led us to a very impressive yacht at the end of the pier. It was a 90 foot model, white and navy blue, with two full stories and a wheelhouse atop. William explained that it belonged to a friend of his from Boston whom he had spoken to about his trip here, and with a few phone calls it was ours for the afternoon. It was implied that no questions would be asked if the yacht were found to have newly repaired or replaced furnishings later.

I changed into my bikini and joined William and Mollie in the helm station as we were moving out of the marina. He was in the captain’s chair, and Mollie was standing next to him in her new suit. Her legs and hips had more curves than mine, smooth arcs along her thighs and hamstrings to her womanly hips where mine were leaner and showed more muscle as I moved. But I knew from our brief fight that she carried a lot of strength in her lower body. Her long blonde hair was blowing freely in the wind, and I watched the individual strands drift over the skin of her shoulders and upper back. Her breasts were enormous globes, as much standing out as hanging down from her chest, barely contained by her triangle top. They were more impressive than mine, and as stunning as any woman’s I had seen. She turned and gave me an icy look. Despite the solidity of her body, her face was lean and sharp. She had stunning blue eyes and a small, smooth nose. A pretty face, but her cheekbones didn’t quite match her eyes and nose, and I judged that my face was prettier. She slid her eyes up and down my body, as I had hers, and she smirked and turned her attention back to William.

“It looks like the competition finally showed up,” Mollie said as she ran her fingers over his back.

“We need to decide how we’re going to settle this little disagreement between you ladies.”

I stood directly behind him, putting one hand over his chest and my arm around Mollie’s waist. I hugged her to me, enjoying the glare she gave me as I did so. “But what about tomorrow night? I was looking forward to our rumble with Katie.”

“Katie has decided that this sort of thing isn’t for her,” William said. “The fight between Debleena and Julia will be tomorrow night. We’ll have to see after that if we can arrange any other entertainment, but I think that my wife and daughter have both done all that they care to. And I’ve already talked to Claudia as well as my wife. They aren’t expecting us back tonight.”

“All I care about is kicking her ass,” Mollie said. “I’m sick of her eyeing me and her jealousy. And I know that she manipulated those women into attacking me the other night. Just a jealous bitch, and I’m the one who is going to make her take her medicine.”

“Kim?” William asked.

“Jealousy? That’s funny. I’m smaller and prettier than she is, and I look better in the bikini. And I will still kick her fat ass.”

That got her attention. She whipped her head around and stared into my eyes. Our faces were only inches apart. Her perfume and shampoo filled my nose. Revolting. “You think you’re prettier than me? Seriously? And the only place you’re smaller than me is the place where it counts the most.” And she slid her hand over my breast, cupping it and digging in her fingers just the tiniest bit.

Another yacht passed us, and the three guys on board were pointing and hooting at us. I kissed Mollie on the cheek and the neck and slid my hand over her stomach and then traced the inside swell of her breast with my index finger. I could feel her rage as her body tensed at my touch, the woman who wanted to destroy her. She was the voluptuous woman I would be catfighting in a few minutes. “I think that those guys in the other boat are loving the view right now. And I think that William should have the chance to enjoy the view for himself.”

Mollie kissed me full force on the lips, and her hand pawed at my breast. “I’m good with that. This lipstick lesbian is going to find out what a real woman can do.”

“No rounds, no time limits, no rules,” I said. “Whoever gives up, loses.”

“Agreed,” Mollie answered, and we broke apart. I went downstairs to wait. Twenty minutes later Mollie and I were facing each other in the salon. William was sitting in the chair in the corner. He had removed the breakables, but there were two more stuffed chairs as well as a couch and two tables. He had turned off the air conditioning and opened the doors at either end so that the ocean air blew through. Sweat already stood in beads over the entirety of my body and Mollie’s. She and I were breathing hard, arms and legs tense and ready to strike. Every part of me was ready to hurt this woman and to dominate her, no matter the cost. William asked if we were both ready, and Mollie and I nodded. “Ding ding, ladies,” he said.

Mollie and I stepped forward quickly, on our toes, dancing and bouncing in a circle. Her breasts were swaying as we moved, as were mine. As we came close, Mollie reached out for my hair. I ducked under her arms and slugged her in the stomach. She “hoofed” but she still got her hands on me. She yanked my hair and shoved me back into the table. My ass hit the wood, and as she drove herself into me, the table gave way under us. I ended up sitting on the floor, with my back against the wall and her standing over me. Mollie was bent at the waist, and she still had hold of my hair. She yanked my head back and forth, and then she started banging my head against the wall. I pulled on her hands, but she had a good handhold. Her boobs were dangling in front of my face, and I reached up and took hold of them. She called me a dirty bitch, and I clamped down hard and started twisting. That got her hopping. She let go of my hair and slapped me around the head and pulled my hands away. I gave her boobs a good slap with a right and a left. She covered her chest and backed away from me, a dark look on her face. I returned the glare and got to my feet. I was feeling rattled, but I pushed myself off the wall and squared off with her again.

Mollie slid her boobs back into her top and said, “I’m going to hurt you bad for that.”

“Show me then,” I answered.

She rushed at me and swung an open hand at my chest, as I knew she would. She was strong and the slap hurt bad, but I took it and knocked her in the side of the head with my fist. That sent her stumbling to the side. As she was bent over, I kicked her in the thigh and then in the ass. Mollie pitched forward to her hands and knees. I got behind her and punched her in the small of her back, and as she howled and arched I yanked her head up by the hair. I bent her head back until she was staring up into my face. She tried to reach up and get my hair, but with my other hand I hit her in the face and the upper chest. Then I pulled her tit out of her top and squeezed, hard, provoking another howl. She scrabbled at my hand, and I dug my fingers into her giant melon, kneading and pinching. I had bent too far over to get at her chest, though, and at last she slugged me in the face. Everything went starry, and I plopped down on my ass behind her. My lip and nose got hot, and I put my hands to my face and found blood. While I was checking my face, Mollie was sitting hunched over with her hands over her breast. I leaned forward and yanked her hair, but she threw her elbow back and caught me square in the boob. The pain exploded, and I flopped onto my back gasping for air and moaning.

We both stayed like that. Despite the pain in my tit, I kicked her in the small of the back, a rewarding “ugh” from her with each one. She rolled forward and pulled herself to her feet by the couch, and I followed her. I tackled her from behind and we fell together onto the couch. We were both gasping for air and dripping sweat. I leaned all of my weight on her, my head resting on her upper back. With one arm I held down her arm, and I hit her in the side and on the back with my other. Then I shifted myself to knee her, but with my weight off of her she spun out from underneath me and elbowed me in the stomach. While I was holding my gut, she got to her feet, and standing over me she slapped me in the face. I spun around and landed with my face in the carpet. I still had my senses, but as I rose she kicked me in the side and followed that with a stomp in my stomach as I rolled onto my back. Every ounce of air rushed out of my body and all of my strength with it. I looked up and saw Mollie standing over me. She was leaning forward with her hands on her knees, her breasts shaking with every deep breath she took, hate and desire in her eyes.

She pulled me to my feet by my hair. I was still gasping to catch my breath, and it felt like Mollie had set off a blender inside my abdomen. I tried to get free, but I had no strength left. She grabbed my arm with both hands and spun me in a circle, sending me tumbling into the wall. The shock of hitting the wall swept through my body. I was on my hands and knees, but I couldn’t muster the strength to stand. I turned my head to the side, and through my hair I could see Mollie coming toward me. She was in a lot better shape than I was, but she was stumbling and I could see her arms and legs were heavy. When she reached me, she bent over and untied my bikini top and stripped it off me.

“It’s time that we all get a good look at those boobs of yours,” Mollie said. “I know that William has been dying to see what I’m going to do to them.” In response, I lunged forward and grabbed her around the calves. She toppled over and fell on her fat ass. “Bitch,” she hissed. But I gave her a cruel smile and bit her on the ankle. She howled in pain and thrust her foot out, and she hit me square in the middle of the chest. I felt like I had been hit by a car; even after our fighting she was still a strong woman. I collapsed against the wall, holding my arms across my chest and moaning. Blood was dribbling down her foot, and she wiped it away and then returned her attention to me. Her blonde hair was hanging down in front of her face, and sweat was running down her arms, her torso, over her breasts, beading on her face. “Maybe I’ll chew on those big nipples of yours,” she said.

She fell onto me, and we grabbed each other’s hair. I tried to get out from under her, but with her strength and her size she soon enough had me down. I did untie her top though, and the material hung loose from her chest. She sat astride my waist and pinned my arms down over my head with one hand, and she was hovering over me. Her enormous breasts were exposed, the feeble cloth of her top pushed aside, and she tossed aside her top and they shook and wobbled as I tried to buck her off. She slapped me across the face, and then she grabbed my boob and squeezed. I could feel her fingers digging into me and her grip was like a gator’s bite. I tried to hold back, but as she kneaded her fingers deeper into my breast the tears started running down my cheeks. The smile that leapt onto her face made my soul whither. At that moment I wanted to be away, to have never met Claudia or William and never goaded Mollie into this catfight. And I was looking up into her eyes and her down into mine, and I could see that this fear was on my face and that she saw it, and her own eyes lit up. She smacked my face over and over, but lightly and I knew that she meant to draw out the conclusion of our fight. I wriggled and squirmed under her, trying to get free, but I didn’t have the energy to put up any more of a fight than that. Then she slapped my boobs, forehands and backhands, but again more lightly than she had before, and when she was done with that she seized hold of my nipple. She twisted and pinched at the tip of my poor boob, and she was smirking now.

“Do you want me to keep working her tits?” Mollie asked, looking back over her shoulder to William. “Or is there something else fun that we can do for you?”

“Use your imagination, Mollie,” William said. He was leaning forward, his hands on his knees, and I could see his breathing hard and his eyes narrow, unblinking, as he watched us.

Mollie turned her attention back to me. She switched so that she was holding down each of my hands with hers, out to the side, and then she lowered her boobs over my face. She swung her knockers back and forth. The massive bags mashed against my face. The feeling of her boobs, the boobs that had attracted the attention of William and all the other men that she had met, rubbing against my face as she had me pinned down and was humiliating me in front of William. The desire sparked inside my chest. She was dragging her boobs across my face again, and I sunk my teeth into her flesh. She screamed and jumped off of me. “Fucking bitch! I’ll fucking kill you!” she shouted. But she was facing away from me, holding her boob in her hand. Pushing myself up the wall, I got to my feet as she turned around. We faced off, both of us bent at the waist, sweat dripping and hair a mess and with our very large assets exposed.

“I’m going to make you pay for biting me,” Mollie hissed.

“I owe you some titty twister,” I answered her.

She ran at me, her hands reaching out for my hair. As she got close to me, I dropped and threw my shoulder into her stomach and gripped her by the back of the thighs. I felt her collapse onto my back. I tried to drive my legs forward, and we shifted and struggled like that in the middle of the room. She started hitting me in the back, and then she threw her legs back and put all her weight down on me. I wasn’t strong enough to hold both of us, and we fell together into a pile on the floor. We threw ourselves into a few seconds of vicious catfighting, rolling back and forth and pulling hair until we both ended lying alongside each other, panting hard. She got me in a headlock and wrenched my head toward her. Our faces were pressed against each other. I couldn’t get my arm around her, so I got a good handful of her blonde locks and pulled as hard I could. She mewled and with her other hand dug her fingers into the side of my tit and pinched an entire handful of my breast. I gritted my teeth and bore it, and I retaliated with a handful of her tit. But soon she had me moaning in pain and then crying it. It was unbearable. I got desperate to get out and started punching her in the boob. After a few blows she was moaning too, and with a good punch to her stomach I got free of her grip and rolled away from her. I crawled away from her on my hands and knees. It was as if I could still feel her fingers pinching and slicing into the flesh of my chest, now swinging free under me.

“You aren’t getting away from me.”

Mollie crawled after me, also on her hands and knees. Now, reflecting back, the image of these two sweaty, buxom women, hair dangling over their faces, panting hard, one chasing the other in the middle of this catfight seems the summary of all my experiences on this trip. And I could feel my lungs aching and straining with each breath, the muscles of my arms and legs tightening and shaking as I crawled along the floor, the bruises and welts already forming on my back where I had hit the wall, on my breast from Mollie’s probing fingers, on my hip and ass where I thudded to the ground, on my stomach and side where she had kicked and stepped on me. And in it all, now still looking back on the event, the two of us in all our buxom female flesh on display but for our bikini bottoms, feeling our sexuality fully in our appearance and our combat. My sexuality as well as Mollie’s, who had looked so stunning during Claudia’s fight the night before and looked just as hot as I did in that moment. And possibly sexier at this moment in that indisputably she was winning our catfight.

She reached out and grabbed my ankle and bit me. I yanked my foot free and scrambled to my feet and turned to face her. She lunged into me, banging her head into mine. She drove me backward with a surge of power that I didn’t believe possible and she overwhelmed me and I stumbled backward with her on me until I smashed into the wooden bar, the padded edge hitting me in the lower back. Spasms erupted up and down my back, and I was momentarily helpless. I was only saved by Mollie’s fatigue. Driving me across the room had drained her, and she could only lean on me and keep me against the bar. In an instant I thought of my fight with Gemma at the bar that night and the humiliation of losing to her and now of losing to Mollie in front of William. Her head was pressing on my breastbone, right under my chin, and I brought up both my hands and boxed her on the ears. That shook her body and made her groan, and she punched me weakly in the side. I yanked her hair and hit her in the ear over and over, and I got some movement from her. She stepped on my foot and scratched and slapped my side. I held her head in place by the hair and hit her in the side of the head over and over. She pressed her face harder into my face and tried to turn away to escape the blows. With a snarl I grabbed her ear and twisted the lobe, hard. She screamed and as her mouth opened took a big bite of my tit. I howled and beat her on the head and yanked a patch of her blonde hair out of her scalp. That got her teeth out of my breast. She raised her head and pushed herself off of me.

We stood like that for a second, me with her teeth marks on my chest and her with some of her hair floating away in the air. I punched her in the face, and she punched me back. I punched her and she punched me. She busted my lip open, and I got her nose bleeding. I hit her in the stomach and the breast and she stumbled backwards and I could see her eyes glaze over for an instant. I hit her in the face again and she came back and got me in the stomach. Gassed, we fell against each other. And then I reached up and grabbed both of her breasts in my hands and squeezed. She did the same to me, immediately, and pushed me against the bar again. But I had my arms inside of hers and could squeeze and twist her breasts more easily. We maimed breasts like that, staring into each other’s eyes. Both of us were whimpering. I took hold of the flesh around her nipples, driving my fingers straight back toward her rib cage. That got her hands off of my chest, and she squeezed her eyes shut with the pain and tried to free herself. I kneaded her flesh, expanding and contracting my fingers in her breasts and watching her flesh ooze around them as I hurt her. It felt good to hurt her the way that she had hurt me. She tried to pull away from me, and with a shout I pushed her and turned her by yanking on her tits and shoved her into the wall next to us. With her against the wall I could lean forward, driving her puppies up her chest so that my hands were nearly at the level of her collarbone. She pulled at my hands and then smacked me in the face. But she didn’t have the strength left to get me off her those breasts of hers, and I was not going to be denied my chance at them. After a minute of this, she was crying freely, tears running down her face, and I loved it.

“Please stop, please stop. I can’t take it any more. Please.”

“Say that I’m better.”

“You are, you’re better than me. Just let go of my boobs.”

I let go, and she immediately slid down to the floor holding her chest in both hands. I took hold of her hair and lifted her face up and stared down into her. I held the two of us in that position, forcing her to return my stare, and I could see her will break. “Any time you want a rematch, just call me and I’ll be happy to do this dance again,” I said down to her, and then I spit in her face and let go of her hair.

We all stayed on the yacht for the rest of the day. I slept in the luxurious master stateroom until late at night, and when I awoke every part of my body hurt. I eased myself off the bed and hobbled to the vanity mirror and took stock, naked: bruises on my face, sides, back, breasts, stomach. I put on a robe and sat on the bed. The sheets were smooth, like running my fingers across the top of a pool of water. My girlfriend Anna was back in South Florida and I thought of her robust body here on these sheets with me and my tracing my fingers along the lines of her hips and breasts and over the soft smoothness of her mound and then the lips of her pussy. Anna who had chosen to stay home in South Florida and Debleena who was here and waiting for her own fight with Julia tomorrow night. Her dark skin and the focus and sharpness that she brought to everything she did, the passion for life and conflict that drove her. I lay down again and went back to sleep.

It was the last day of our vacation when I woke up. William put us back in the marina. As we were coasting in, I found Mollie standing on the fly bridge. She was wearing loose shorts and shirt. I stood next to her, and she started to return my smile but then glanced down at the floor. The sky was cloudy and I could feel the first drops of rain on my face. I had showered, but I was still a wreck and everything still hurt. I reached out and swept her hair back out of her face, and to my surprise she smiled and put her arm around my waist. I put my arm around hers. The sides of our breasts pressed together, and it hurt but it felt good. I sensed her tension and her beginning to pull away, and I held onto her more tightly.

“Just a couple of old women on a pleasure trip with an ultra-rich perv,” I said with a laugh.

“I feel like I’m paying a high price for his pleasure this morning,” she said with a nervous smile.

“You didn’t enjoy our fight?”

“Oh, I did, it was a great experience,” she answered, and I noticed that she was tucking her chin down into her chest as she spoke.

“What specifically did you enjoy about it?” I asked her. “Because I know that I enjoyed it quite a bit. And you gave my chest quite a going over.”

“I told you that I would,” she said, her voice gaining an edge.

“And I kicked your ass,” I hissed into her ear, and as I did I teased my fingers through her blonde hair and along the edge of her breast. “I really liked slapping your face, pulling your hair, grabbing your breasts. And I would love to do it again.”

She pulled out of my arm and said, “I have to get my things together,” and she ducked downstairs.

After leaving the boat, I went back to our cottage. Debleena guessed everything that had transpired for me as soon as she saw me ease myself into the overstuffed chair. She sat with me and I told her about my fight with Mollie. Even though we had agreed to meet it had been a fight of passion, and staring at Debleena I felt that passion again. Her straight black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she was wearing short shorts and a tight t-shirt, and I wanted her to put her hands and her lips to the bruises that covered my skin like a map of my catfight. And as I was thinking about her lips, she leaned toward me and reached out and put her hand over mine. Her touch was smooth and firm. I would have given up my job and Anna and my house and anything anyone wanted to be able to kiss her and touch her but her contest with Julia that night kept me from it. And competing was the center of the new life that I was making for myself on this trip, the orienting point of the new woman I was becoming.

Debleena spent the day watching television in bed, and I hovered nearby trying to find a place for myself. Claudia took her boy toy shopping for the afternoon, and I knew that she was sensing the changes taking place between Debleena and me. I told her about my fight with Mollie, and she squealed and congratulated and hugged me gingerly. But we also had some distance between us, and I wondered how she really felt about my having gone on my own for my fight with Mollie and my having had so much contact with William outside of her control. Tonight Debleena had the chance to work directly for William, too, and not only would that cut Claudia out of an important relationship, but Debleena was proving herself more than capable in working social relationships as well as her looks. If she could fight as well as she could position herself, that would as much strain on her relationship with Claudia as it could strain. And it would put more strain on my relationship with Claudia, too.

At 9:00 William and Julia arrived. There were fewer of us than the previous night, and no one said very much. William and I shared a quick kiss on the cheek, and following me Claudia gave him a long hug and squeezed his arm. Julia and Debleena were staring at each other, and neither had said anything. Julia wore skintight jeans, sandals, and a button-down dress shirt that her braless chest was straining to burst out of. Debleena also wore tight jeans, and she was barefoot and wearing a t-shirt. She was without a bra as well. We spectators made some small talk while the two women were watching each other, and I think that we could all feel their anticipation. William was carrying a small bag with the special handcuffs in it, and he was tapping it impatiently as he watched Julia and Dee, drinking in the moment. When he had his fill, he announced that we would be leaving. He had arranged for a special location for our last fight, and we all gathered our things and got into the pair of SUVs waiting out front for us. I sat next to Dee, and she smiled at me and we held hands as we drove through the night. When the SUVs stopped, we were at a golf course. A manager (I assumed) was waiting for us, and soon we were on one of the fairways under the moonlight.

The women stood facing each other. Two curvy and powerful brown women ready to fight. Both women took off their shoes and shirts and shook out their hair. William stepped between them and handcuffed their left hands together. The handcuffs were actually tight Velcro cuffs with a four foot leather strap between them. William said that the winner of the fight would work as his assistant and that they would have no rules except agreeing to stop when he called the fight ended. As he spoke Dee and Julia said nothing but tugged subtly at the leather strap that bound them. William stepped back, and I drifted over to stand next to him. I could hear his harsh breathing in the darkness. The moon was behind the two women, and I could see their breasts, hair, thighs in its glow. Their chests were swelling with each deep breath they took, and I could imagine the beads of sweat popping open on the brown true flesh. Julia was two or three inches taller, and she looked stronger in the arms and back, too.

“I’m going to whip your fucking ass,” Julia said in a throaty voice.

Dee answered her with a hard slap across the face. The sound was muffled in the thick air, but the scream from both women wasn’t. It was hard and passionate. Julia got her hands up to protect her face, but Dee got into her, driving her back. I saw Dee hit her in the stomach a few times, but then I couldn’t follow what was happening in the dark for all the speed they moved with. The leather strap was whirling between them. They each got an arm around the other, and they were standing next to each other. Julia slugged Dee in the gut, doubling her over, and then she spun and threw her to the ground and crashed atop her. They were rolling back and forth on the ground then, hitting and yanking hair, and Julia seemed to be getting the better of it. She got on top of Dee and banged her head on the ground and then hammer fisted her in the face. Dee groaned and squirmed, trying to shield her face with her hands. Julia took the chance to smack her in the breasts, and Dee groaned again. She was in a bad spot, and the longer she stayed there the worse it was for her. I wanted to jump on top of Julia and hurt her for what she was doing to my friend. William must have guessed at what I was thinking, as he put his hand on my upper arm.

“Now, now, you have to let the two of them settle it themselves. I wouldn’t have let her help you against Mollie.”

At last Dee got her hips up and rolled Julia off of her. Dee got to her feet, and I could hear her gasping for air and feel the desperation for her and I could feel her face turn toward me in the dark and I wanted to be there for her, to touch her. She put a hand on one knee and as she reached to push her hair out of her face, Julia yanked that arm back by the strap and Dee around with it and slugged her across the face. Dee went down to her knees, facing ninety degrees from Julia. Julia used the whip again to turn Dee back to her, and she yanked her head back by the hair and held her in position, on her knees in front of her. Both women gasping for air in the night and the glow of the security light. In a burst forward, Dee punched her in the front of the knee. Julia howled and fell on her ass, pulling Dee half onto her. The two women lay in a mass, Dee weakly crawling over her and Julia clutching her knee and swearing in a raspy voice. Dee hit her in the stomach with two short punches, turning the swearing into coughs and hacks, and then slammed her elbow down into the middle of Julia’s chest. Again, and Julia’s body arced up off the ground with the blows.

“Finish her!” I shouted at her. “Put that bitch down!” I had forgotten about the pain and bruises throughout my own body and felt the exhaustion and agony building up throughout Debleena’s.

Dee hit her across the face, but Julia threw her off to the side. Julia was a strong woman, and she obviously kept herself in good shape. Both women were getting to their feet, but Julia hit Dee across the back with her forearm, sending her back down to her hands and knees. Julia then kicked her, and Dee rolled over onto her back, waving her hands and her feet to ward off the next blow. But Julia used the strap to drag her to her feet, and with some inner strength she got the both of them stumbling forward and spinning like a dervish with Dee at the far end of the taught leather sent her crashing into a tree along the edge of the fairway. Dee hit face first and Julia followed, throwing the weight of her body into her, and then she pulled Dee back by the hair and turned her around. She hit her in the mouth, and Dee fell to the ground. Not to be caught again, Julia waited for Dee to get back up on her own, and when the buxom Indian had regained her feet she hit her in the face again. As Dee was turned by the punch, Julia seized her from behind and then she wrapped her forearm around Dee’s throat and grabbed her breast with the other. Somewhere in the dense night air birds were squawking. Julia ravaged both of Dee’s breasts with her free hand as Dee tugged at the arm across her throat, and both women were snarling and hissing. The rage and violence and desire was pressed on both of their faces as if by some medieval device. Julia’s fingers scratched the surface of her skin and probed deep into her flesh, torturing Dee’s prized assets. I knew that she was proud and self-conscious of her large chest, ambivalent of the gifts that nature had given her. Dee elbowed Julia in the side and stamped on her foot and got loose. Dee hit Julia in the breast and then across the face but Julia slugged her in the side of the head and Dee went sprawling, pulling Julia with her by the leather between them.

Julia got to her feet, and she dragged Dee across the ground by the leather strap. She reached a sand pit and pulled Dee down into it. “Get up and face me on your feet, you stupid fucking Indian slut,” Julia gasped. I could hear how tired she was in her voice, but she still tugged Dee up by her thick black hair. For just one instant the two fighting women were framed against the light, one black and the other a deep brown, their beautiful faces and naked feminine torsos and powerful hips and legs encased in their tight jeans and the bare feet in the sand and the image of that taking me back to bare knuckle boxers locked together. Dee threw a roundhouse punch that missed, and Julia hit her in the stomach and in the chest and then kneed her in the crotch. Dee slumped and hugged Julia, trying to hold her close, but it was obvious that she was hurting badly. She hit Julia in the side but to little effect. Julia hit her in the side of the head and then in the ribs, and as Dee stumbled backward from the blows she kicked the black woman in the knee but Julia smacked her across the face and Dee fell down into the sand. Julia was on top of her, and the two women started catfighting, pulling hair and rolling back and forth. I could see them scratching each other’s backs and sides and pinching and mauling each other’s boobs. Dee was getting the worse of it, and I ached inside for her, watching her taking this beating.

I leaned forward, but William held me. I could feel his charged breathing even over the grunts and thuds from the two women. It felt like hours, but after a few seconds Julia had pinned her down and was slapping her back and forth. Dee tried to cover up but she could not hold up and as she went limp William stepped forward, pulling Julia off of her. He released Julia’s handcuff and held her in his arms, helping her up out of the sand trap. Dee was lying helpless and beaten on her back, rolling her head and moaning, her stomach and chest heaving with desperate breaths and half-conscious sobs. I rushed forward and knelt by her, touching her face and arm and telling her that she was okay. I peeled the handcuff off of her wrist and threw the leather strap away. That seemed to bring her around, and she pushed herself up into a sitting position. Even in the darkness I could see the blood on her mouth and nose and swelling over one eye, and when I put my hand on her back she flinched. I could feel Claudia standing behind me but not coming forward to help Debleena.

“Come on, let’s get you up,” I said, and I slid my arm around her back as gently as I could.

“Kaali kutti,” Dee said as we rose together.

“What the fuck did you say,” Julia said. She and William were still standing on the fairway by the sand trap. She turned and started walking back toward us, but William grabbed her and turned her away from us. Dee lunged forward to go after her, but I held her in place easily. Claudia was still standing by us, unmoving, and I caught her crossing her arms over her chest as this newest stage played out.

William said, “We will go ahead in our car, and you should wait a few minutes here and then your driver will take you back as well.”

As the two of them headed up the hill to the clubhouse, I saw Claudia watching them go and I shot her a “you better not” look. Dee was leaning heavily on me, and I eased her down so that she could sit on the edge of the sand trap. She leaned forward, forearms on her knees and her head hanging low, still gasping for air, and I kneeled in front of her and put my hands on the outside of her legs. She was trembling. I could feel her anger and her embarrassment, and then she cried, hitching sobs and then real flowing tears and I pushed her hair out of her face and kissed her on the forehead and leaning my head next to hers I said, “You did great and I’m so proud of you right now.” Claudia came toward us with her hand out, saying something similar, but I gave her a look to back away and then I just held Debleena as best I could until it was time for us to return to our cabin.