After the Holiday – part 3
by Aristocatch

Several weeks had gone by, spent by Julie and I in developing our act (see part 2).

After my holiday I had received an email from the tennis coach, hoping that I was safely back home, and then there was a lengthy pause until just before my breast battle with Julie when I received a further email. In it the coach, who signed herself Suvi (being the first part of her first name) indicated that she was making plans to visit her uncle and enquiring as to whether we could meet up. I quickly replied in the affirmative, and two further emails identified that her uncle actually lived barely half an hour away by car.

Before her visit the date for the breast battle revenge arrived and Julie and I found ourselves once again doing battle in the oil before a large vociferous audience. I felt that we had lost some of the spontaneity that we had in the first opus, but it didn't seem to change the public's reaction. This time the producer was there with his female assistant and they came backstage to meet Julie afterwards, asking that I be there too.

They told Julie that they would be interested in making a first recording with her, and depending on how it went, they would decide what else they could offer her, but there were some conditions. Firstly they wanted her to wrestle me, secondly they wanted us to finish naked and thirdly, while they liked how we staged the fight, they wanted part of it to be more real – in other words we had to actually cause each other some pain. We agreed to the first two, but thought that we could manage to make the third look real without actually hurting each other. I made it clear that, whilst I was prepared to come along for the sake of Julie, I didn't want to develop a career in such things.

I took a day's leave from my job to go and we duly met at the 'studios' where they filmed. I was glad to note that there were more women present than men, partially because they were filming several fights that day.

Julie and I went through our by now standard routine, except that no oily substances were involved. This was a 'story' catfight, supposedly based on our rivalry. We therefore started clothed and gradually removed each others clothes. We added in a grapevine or two, to make sure that the cameraman could get gratuitous shots of our exposed sexes, and we faked attacking each others breasts so well that they didn't ask us to redo it. We even added a little hair-pulling for good measure. Finally, at the end of the prescribed time, I allowed myself to lose and concede that Julie was the better woman! If you ever see the recording you may feel that you have seen rougher fights, but I bet you won't feel that it was faked, like so many such fights that exist.

That, I thought, was that. But, of course, it wasn't. We spent several hours at the studios and I chatted to some of the other girls. One was there on her own, as her opponent hadn't showed up. When all of the fights were finished she was still there, and it was then that the director's assistant (grand title) came to see me. She asked me if I would be willing to do them a great favour and she added the usual flattery about how I was the best person, using various things I had told them as evidence against me. Most of the fighters had gone, including Julie, and so the girl on her own, Maria, came to talk with us.

They took me over to their computer and showed me a couple of films, which were rather different to what I have been used to. In one, despite what they were doing to each other, the two contestants managed to remain affable, giving each other time to recover, sometimes being quite rough, but seemingly testing out each others resilience. In the other there was a lot of fake trash talk, but the slow pace was also evident. The director's assistant said they wanted to try something similar in the absence of animosity and the calm approach, but without the kicking.

Maria asked if we could have a coffee together, so as to have a chat, and she told me about what had been planned and how we could give them the type of contest they wanted. She actually seemed a nice person and my reticence about having a fight that wasn't faked gradually faded. It was clear that I would probably hurt like hell after, but given the various fights I had had, it would be a new experience. Maria would also hurt like hell, but that didn't seem to worry her and when she said that she had never had a fight like it before and that she would be prepared to fight for real, without a prepared ending she had won me over. As we talked over what would or wouldn't be acceptable it was clear that we could approach the fight with the same ideas – evening out what the director wanted so as not to spoil us having a 'real' fight to test who was the more resilient and not necessarily the best wrestler.

When the director's assistant said that she would take us both out for a meal afterwards, my decision was made and they began setting things up. By the time we started there were no other wrestlers present.

We had to learn a little 'trash talk' to explain why we were about to fight, and then we were ready.

The trash talk set out the dispute and that it could only be resolved by testing out who could resist the longest. The first to quit losing.

We then stripped off our clothes on camera and faced each other. Maria had light brown shoulder-length hair, a slim figure, certainly without the size of chest as sported by Julie, and a shaven pussy. My pubic hairs had been trimmed for the match with Julie and were deemed adequate for this new task.

The fights we had watched featured women kicking each other between the legs, as well as hitting slapping etc. Kicking was not allowed in our fight, but general slapping was encouraged, but not punching. Whilst the area between our legs was to be a primary target (to revenge the fact that we had fictionally allowed the same man access), other areas could be targeted to a lesser degree with the objective of giving a well-rounded combat.

Bending forward we both managed two good clean slaps to the others pussy. It stung a little, but within quite acceptable limits. I was ready to repeat the dose but Maria caught my arm pulling me in close to her. She tried for a head lock, but failed, managing however to block my arms out of reach of the main target area. We didn't want this to be a stalemate fight, where defence dominated. One of my hand could and did reach her breast, to apply a hold that was no more violent than those fake ones Julie and I exchanged. It didn't hurt, but it did tell Maria that if she blocked my arms within range I had an alternative target available.

She took me down to the floor and, as we rolled around, we fired off various attempted slaps. Most landed on leg, but one of mine got through and she slapped one of my breasts in retaliation. Rolling apart we fired off another slap a piece. Mine missed altogether, her initial slap did likewise, but somehow she caught me fair and square with the back of her hand. This blow was unintended, but highly effectively. I took a minute on my knees before starting to get up.

Maria was standing waiting for me. As I started getting up I fired off an upward slap which caught her clean in the pussy and brought a fleeting look in her eyes which showed that it had been effective, even if she stoically didn't move. She allowed me to get up and so I fired off another slap which partially hit the target. Ignoring my effort she went for a sort of grab-slap leaving her hand over my pussy. Her pussy was of course in range, so I retaliated in kind and we stood ostensibly clawing each others pussies, though in fact we were merely holding them – having decided that we would leave pussy clawing until later, in the event that we needed to up the ante to finish the fight. A very brief and not applied mutual nipple twist later and we pulled apart looking daggers at each other (and feeling quite pleased with the show we were putting on – even if I could feel the slaps that my pussy had taken).

But this was a real test of each others resilience and we knew that we had to cause each other some pain, we couldn't fake everything.

We slowly moved towards each other, carefully watching for the other to make a move. This time it was Maria who tried first, and my thigh blocked her effort. I fired in a backhander, but it was too high and her follow up was spot on target. I tried to ignore the feeling between my legs, and grappled her to the ground, forcing her legs apart. My shin came into contact with her sex, and I pushed hard against it, trying to rub without a lot of success. She rained a series of slaps against my bottom. I forced her legs wider apart, creating a brief window. My slap was on target, but without any power.

She pulled me over and managed three quick but not powerful slaps which all partially hit the target before I could tie up her arms and bring me over her body, protecting my crotch at the same time. I tried to force a hand between our bodies, but couldn't get as far as I wanted. Realising that she had two hands free, she sought out my left breast and this time she gave it a hard squeeze that I was supposed to feel.

We rolled apart again, and it was clear that the play acting was over. From now on our blows would count.

During the next phase we moved carefully, each trying to out do the other. In the event it was I who created the surprise. She had been expecting me to aim between her legs. Instead I launched a full slap to her left breast which landed directly on target with a magnificent accompanying noise! Maria was not in this fight to concede too early, and we mutually exchanged half a dozen breast slaps each – though none approached that first one in effect. Pulling apart from each other we gently rubbed our breasts. The look in Maria's eyes told me that I had scored a point with that first slap and her impression of me as a worthy adversary had just greatly increased.

Staying on our feet we weaved around, firing off pussy slaps, but resisting all other contact. They generally made a good slapping noise, but few really hit their intended target, and none with any real force.

Maria was obviously looking to even up the score after my triumphant breast slap. She was getting nowhere with the pussy slapping and so she turned to close grappling. Pulling me down to the floor we fought for position, trying to force the others legs open to create a target and, of course, free a hand at the same time to exploit it. Describing it like that makes it sound like a slow process, but it wasn't. With the speed of our movement most of the slaps were slightly off target, and none was devastating enough to force us to pull apart. Our breathing became noisier and noisier as we each strove for a fight-turning moment.

Finding my right breast within reach, Maria clamped her fingers over it and squeezed. Rather than give up the top position that I had at the time, my fingers found one of her breasts and I too began squeezing, looking Maria directly in the eyes. We had no thought as to where the camera was, or what could be seen, but I gathered afterwards that both our squeezed boobs were fully on camera and the effort we were both putting in only too visible.

This was a quite painful stalemate, and as we were looking at each other we mutually released our holds. I moved to one side, opening up her legs and fired off a slap which landed directly on her crotch. Taking my weight on my feet, I rose to break away, getting in another slap on target, thinking to get out of range before she could react. I was too slow, or she was too concentrated on the fight, and I received a very effective full-blooded slap right on target, stopping me in my tracks.

We remained apart, on all fours, for quite a moment, recovering from the blows as the pain between our legs, and in one of our breasts, slowly subsided and then we slowly got to our feet. Neither tried, or was able to try, to attack before the other was ready.

The last exchange had changed the status of the fight. It had slowed us down, especially so far as our defence went. We circled each other once again, firing off slaps either between the legs or to our breasts. Rather more reached their target than previously. Although there was less force in the slaps, because our bodies were now sore, we felt them nevertheless.

Maybe we were getting like punch-drunk boxers who end up exchanging blows until one falls down. I certainly was thinking less clearly, taking a slap on the pussy or to a breast every few seconds and giving back as many as I got, but without planning any next move. Certainly I didn't see Maria's attack coming.

Pulling on one arm she dragged me into her. Having raised a leg in anticipation, my pussy collided with her thigh, stopping me short. As pain coursed through my innards she swept my feet out from under me, depositing me on my back. Her left hand found my right breast, and her right hand my pussy, but not with a slap. This time she pulled upwards on my pussy lips, before releasing that hold and going for a crotch claw – digging her fingers into my tender flesh.

That was definitely the moment when the balance of the fight turned in Maria's favour. I could have submitted, but a small part of me felt that I hadn't tested Maria's resilience as much as I would have liked. Shrugging off the pain I realised that she had left herself exposed and my slap was merciless, so much so that she stopped her crotch claw and sought to pull away, thus opening herself up even more, and I didn't waste the opportunity!

Now it was Maria's turn to clutch her own crotch, but to help the pain subside, not to hurt me.

We had agreed to give each other time to recover having, correctly, anticipated what such blows would do.

When Maria was once more standing I decided that I didn't want another round of mutual slapping, so ignoring the one she fired at me, I moved inside and seized her around the neck, manoeuvring myself so that her bum cheek was protecting my sex. My other hand sought out her breast and began an effort to sap her energy as much as she had sapped mine. Her arms quickly found that there were no targets within reach and she deliberately bent her knees to pull us down to the floor. I didn't have the strength to hold her up, and so I had to make a choice.

Releasing my neck hold and her breast, I allowed gravity to land her on her back. I was still on my feet, and so I placed one of my feet on her exposed crotch and ground it against her skin. I then made a mistake. I wanted to pay her back for what she had done to my crotch so, instead of grinding away with my foot, I dropped to my knees and pulled on her pussy lips.

My foot had been enough to hold her down, but there was now no part of me restraining her movements. Her legs snaked round my head and there I was, flat on the floor, in a head scissors. Maria had had some wrestling experience and so she used it to move from a head scissors to a face sit. I found her crotch nearly touching my chin, with me flat on the floor and helpless.

Maria adjusted her position to make sure that she was sitting clear of my breasts, and then she began a slow series of slaps to those breasts, interspersing them with the odd squeeze and a bit of nipple pulling, even if that was done without any real venom.

Feeling confident she reached round and stretched an arm down so that she could reach between my legs. Before she could do anything I got an arm free, and gave her nearest breast a nice little squeeze so that she turned back round to deal with my arm. She held me down like that for a long minute, no doubt getting her breath back, and perhaps thinking about how the fight should go. It wasn't intended to feature face sits as such and so, perhaps begrudgingly, she slid her body down mine, wrapping her arms around my head and pulling it into her chest.

There was no way I was going to bite her breast and she knew it, so she amused herself smothering me. My hands were no longer restrained and, although I couldn't see anything, I did find her backside and I began trying to pull her bum cheeks apart. I wasn't about to touch her arsehole either, but just pulling the bum cheeks apart still had an effect, causing her to release the smother and for us to find ourselves on all fours facing each other, our reddened breasts dangling down.

Maria moved slightly towards me and in a calm unprovoked manner slapped one of my dangling breasts. She then pulled her hand back more or less inviting me to do the same, so I did. Then it was her turn to target my other breast and mine to do likewise. By now we were still on all fours, but our heads were getting closer. She added another controlled slap, and waited for me to do the same. Bringing our heads next to each other she took hold of both my dangling breasts, waited for me to do the same and then we began pulling each others breasts down. She took the opportunity, with our heads being so close, to suggest that it was time for a finale and that I could call a halt whenever I wanted. My pain-filled body was telling me that that time wasn't far off, but I wanted to go out with a bang.

We still had hold of each others boobs, and were pulling down on them, our bodies being bent over while we were on our knees. I told her that I was ready and willing and allowed her to push me over backwards, freeing our hands from their boob holds.

I fired off a slap towards her pussy, but only got thigh – her attempted slap was no more successful. She was trying to wrestle me into a dominant position, with one of her legs pushing against mine, but so far unsuccessfully. My leg resisted her pushes, and then I suddenly stopped resisting. My leg went down and she went over me, rather than onto me as she wanted. Her body was an open target and this time I caught her fair and square on the pussy. I saw a very brief look in her eyes that wondered who it was that would call a halt. Unfortunately she recovered well and moved to block my upper body, forcing my legs apart with hers.

I no longer had the strength to resist and she slapped me twice right where it hurts, with precision and force. I couldn't roll up into a ball as common sense told me to, as her body was still holding me down. Had it been a different sort of fight she would surely have gone for a crotch claw and a submission, but it wasn't and so she actually climbed off me, waiting for me to get up so that she could finish me off.

I very slowly got to my feet and all the while she waited for me. It was clear to me that the idea was for her to add another slap or two while I was on my feet so that I could go down and out theatrically. But whoever said that theatre was predictable?

We stood facing each other, a short distance apart. My knees felt decidedly shaky, but there was still life in the old girl.

My right hand flashed out and connected with her left boob with a monumental sound. My left hand followed the same course a fraction later and literally exploded onto her right boob. Normally I'm very much right handed, but for once my effort with my left hand really functioned fully. That must have really hurt, but Maria had clearly decided that she was going to win.

As my arms were at the height of her chest, my crotch was of course exposed. The first slap exploded and the shock-wave went right through my body. I saw the second slap coming, as if in slow motion, but there was nothing I could do to avoid it. My knees had already started to buckle, but the second slap still struck home right on target.

I know that people consider me stubborn, and I imagine that Maria would now agree. Even as I was falling ground wards after that clit exploding moment, with my last strength I let loose at her pussy past which I was falling and, more by good fortune than planning, I struck home right on target.

I lay curled up on the floor but, instead of triumphantly celebrating her victory, Maria was holding her pussy and looking decidedly shaky.

The director was ecstatic. He had twice the length of film that he had expected and apparently all the right moments captured just as he wanted.

Once he had got the winning shot of Maria, she fell to the floor and hugged me. We stayed like that for quite some time. I know what it felt like between my legs, and I can only imagine that Maria must have felt much the same, with the added bonus that her breasts must have been stinging like hell!

Those involved in making the film checked once that we were OK, then left us to collect ourselves at our own speed, while they began tidying up and packing things away as all filming had ended for the day.

The director's assistant was as good as her word and took us both out for a meal. Sitting on the chair was uncomfortable, but the meal was nice. She tried at least five times to talk me into making more films for them, but I maintained my position that I was not interested. Before we parted Maria and I exchanged our phone numbers and then I went back home to sleep off the effects.