After the Holiday – part 1

by Aristocatch

You may have read how I came back from my sporting holiday rather a changed person. My attitude towards several things developed, and I was determined to use that experience to push my life forward. Inevitably catching up on a week away and the demands of work delayed getting on with that. The time did come, however, when I began to seek out whether there were any wrestling opportunities within an acceptable range of my home.

The internet led me in several directions, but none of these seemed to be what I was looking for. All I wanted was a chance to wrestle in a manner that was enjoyable and not too competitive. I had no interest in paying to wrestle session wrestlers, nor to become one and have to wrestle with men whom I'd never met before.

I had, of course, talked to various people about my holiday, without providing all the details, though I had mentioned the enjoyment some of the evening's activities had given me. It was through a friend of a friend that I finally got a contact that seemed potentially interesting. I gave my permission for my phone number to be passed on and I got a phone call from a lady representing a club an hour or so from my home. We talked for a while and I was more frank with her about the nature of the evening sessions on holiday, as a result of which I made an appointment to see her at the club.

It transpired that the club was for men and women, and offered on Thursday evenings women's wrestling, which was basically two women doing some light wrestling in bikinis. This could be in some substance such as oil, and could involve becoming topless, but never more on account of their licence. They were always on the look out for willing participants. The pay wasn't great, but would at least cover the costs. I went to see her, discovered that half of the staff involved were women and that it wasn't just a club for sex-starved men and decided to give it a go.

The first time I wrestled in public I was very nervous. I put on my nicest bikini and spent about ten minutes rolling around well oiled with a girl who was shorter than me, but rather more endowed in the chest region. In short she had big boobs! You cannot organise a fight in oil to any great extent. The only constraints we were given was that I should capitulate at the end so that my more experienced opponent could win. We talked together in the changing room beforehand and she suggested that I remove her top quite quickly as the public loved her tits. She would then remove mine a little later. Other than that we were to allow each other to slide out of our grasps, to give the impression that it was a well-balanced fight.

There were plenty of people in the club, generally milling around and drinking. There were several wrestling matches that evening and as each one started people would stop and watch but, as often as not, some would lose interest before very long.

We arrived to polite applause as the public announce system introduced us. Clearly my opponent was known and her boobs were appreciated. Even as I concentrated on sliding around in the oil with her I could hear chants suggesting that her boobs shouldn't remained covered longer than necessary. Ever the willing I duly obliged and their exposure to the public gaze brought forth the loudest cheer of the evening.

It may have been my first public fight, but I am no fool, and it was clear that those inflated mammaries were attracting more people to our fight than to the previous combats. It seemed only sensible to try to exploit that situation and so I sought holds that pushed those breasts to their limits and made them look even larger than they really were.

My opponent quickly understood what I was doing and played along with me, milking the level of noise that accompanied us. The oil thwarted some of my attempts, but I did manage to get a grip around her arms from behind, arching her body backwards so that those melons jutted out just as far as possible. I also managed to roll her (briefly) over a knee in a form of a back breaker, with just the same effect.

At some stage she remembered that I was supposed to lose my top as well, but the oil had soaked into everything making getting a hold difficult and so we contrived a position where she could unhook it from behind, pulling it off theatrically as I supposedly sought to roll clear.

You may recall that my body is generally well tanned, but that I always sunbathe in a full bikini. As a result my boobs are in stark contrast to the rest of my body. They are not overly filled, or even prettily shaped, but the contrast between the white skin and the darker skin elsewhere creates an effect that makes them seem more dramatic and would also seem to fill some sort of fantasy for women as much as for men.

Their exposure to the public gaze confirmed this fact. Even in the midst of concentrating on wrestling I could not fail to hear the increase in noise. My opponent was used to being on the receiving end of such a reaction and, to her credit, she quickly realised the potential and, rather than being jealous, sought to exploit it much as I had exploited her assets a little earlier.

We avoided finding our bodies locked together, so as to make sure our boobs were visible as long as possible. Rather late on, by accident rather than planning, we realised that would could exploit the audience by hiding and then exposing our breasts. By then the fight was almost due to end and so I let her dominate me, pin me and claim victory.

The lady who had contacted me joined us in the changing rooms to tell us just how pleased she was. Being a businesswoman she had straight away seen the potential and she wanted us to do the same again a fortnight later, and she was willing to up our pay rate if we would agree. My opponent turned out to be called Julie. Initially she was slightly hostile to the idea of 'losing' her favoured status, but when she realised that it could have benefits above and beyond an extra income she quickly agreed.

In the showers, as we sought to remove all the oil she told me that she had been wrestling in the club for nearly six months, and she was hoping that it might lead to a more professional career in wrestling or even modelling. Given that the fights were not about winning or losing, it didn't really matter whom she fought but if developing our combined assets could bring her to the attention of possible employers then she was all for it.

Two weeks later we returned and went through much the same routine, although this time in jello. Although the jello partially coloured my breasts, the effect was still good enough to attract the public, and show to the club owners that the first time wasn't a one off. We therefore met twice more, though not the mud-wrestling week when the owners realised that our effect would be less. The third time I was even given the privilege of being allowed to win!

This sort of club doesn't go around putting up posters advertising its entertainment. They have to use displays within the club and word of mouth. Ever adept at publicity they were announcing our fights as 'the battle of the boobs', and they even paid for me to go to some suntanning sessions to increase the colour contrast of my skin.

It was inevitable that the owners would seek to maximise the effect, before the novelty wore off. They therefore approached us to see if we would be prepared to go a stage further and have a longer fight where we would appear to seek to attack each others breasts though, like our other fights, it would be all simulation. Julie made it clear that she was interested in developing a career and brief negotiations lead to the owners agreeing to invite a contact of theirs along who might be able to help her achieve that end, if we would put on a 'good show'.

Julie invited me to a nearby restaurant and over the meal we planned just what we could do to satisfy the owners and to kick-start her career. We had plenty of ideas, but weren't sure whether they would all work. Rather than risk failure we jointly visited the ladies toilet which we occupied for several minutes – the first few in testing out some of our ideas and the last while waiting for all other users to vacate the premises; we didn't both want to leave the same cubicle in front of anyone else!