After the holiday – part 9
by Aristocatch

Maggie called me not long after my last visit to her house and confirmed that she and her daughter had entered into a much more adult relationship, which was the happy by-product of our session. She also said that she had been talking about me to the lady who ran her gym club, as the lady had remarked on just how much fitter she had become. That lady was now interested in meeting me, to see if I had any ideas that could improve the effectiveness of her club. Through Maggie I made an appointment at the end of the last session on a Thursday evening, when Maggie would still be there.

When I arrived I did not get the reception I wanted. Two of the ladies doing gym got into a fierce argument and I had to step in and help the lady running the gym keep them apart. There was clearly a lot of bad blood, and neither would let the dispute die. When they realised who I was they immediately insisted on fighting each other. On the face of it their idea was that the first one in hospital lost. It took a lot of diplomacy to make them understand that they both had jobs to go to, and turning up with black eyes and swollen lips, to say nothing of more serious injuries, would not be acceptable.

All the ladies present wanted to watch the outcome and so, with the help of the lady running the club, we proposed that they have a rules fight there and then, provided all those present would help us prevent it escalating beyond the limits set.

The two agreed though they wanted to be able to slap each other. This seemed to me a bad idea that could easily escalate the fight out of control. A compromise was finally agreed on – one slap each to start. They were both in their early thirties. One was quite tall, suntanned and slim. The other slightly heavier in build, with shoulder length hair, expensively cut. I never learned their names, so I'll call them 'T' for the taller one and 'S' for the shorter one.

T let loose with a slap that would have rocked a concrete slab. S's head shot back, but she composed herself and hit T with a stunner. T scarcely flinched, but the redness of her cheek showed the impact. I wondered who had best absorbed the power of those slaps – whose method was the most effective? The force of those two slaps confirmed my opinion that two was quite enough. Then the real fight was under way. T went straight for the hair, but S pulled hard on the T-shirt, part of which tore away. This couldn't have done more to encourage the fight. The reaction of the taller lady making it clear just how much the T-shirt had cost. Hit in the wallet, she let go off the hair that she was holding and both began tugging on T-shirts.

Both T-shirts were made to last and survived this manhandling for a surprising length of time. The already torn T-shirt capitulated first, but not by long and both enraged women were left in sports bras.

Minus T-shirts hair again became a target and they twisted each other around the room yanking on heads of hair. T had the upper hand here, which her opponent finished up realising. Releasing her hair hold she fired two good punches into the others midriff and shouldered her to the ground. Both took a handful of hair and used the other for body punches, some of which hit home quite hard.

T changed tactics and pushed hard against the others face, forcing her head back and making her release her handful of hair. Failing to find a hold, S grabbed what she could – the sports bra – and pulled her foe towards her. The sports bra was well made and mostly resisted, though it seemed a bit less well-fitting afterwards.

T didn't appreciate having her sports bra pulled out of shape and she gave up hair pulling and other forms of attack to try to destroy the sports bra that covered S's chest. Both were soon on their feet, pulling, pushing and generally doing all they could to ruin the others bra. I'm sure that modesty played no part, and that neither gave any thought to what would happen if the bras were torn off. Eventually of course, they were, and both women were topless before an audience of several other women. Strangely being topless didn't seem to bother them in the slightest, and didn't even seem to enter into their consciousness.

T's breasts were fairly small, but S's were considerably larger. Personally I would have seen this as a target, but both ignored breasts and returned to trying to control the other by her hair. The fight looked more like guerilla warfare than a wrestling match. With a handful of hair each tried to find a position where they could hit with the other hand, without being hit back. Most of the time they were on the ground and so the second hand was also needed to lift the body up – and couldn't, of course, perform two tasks at the same time. I suppose the saving grace in that was to limit the amount of damage they were able to do to each other.

This section of their fight was not pretty. Most of the pain was caused by the hair-pulling and only the rare punch actually added any more. Neither got the upper hand, but both quickly tired. Once T grabbed a breast, but it seemed principally out of frustration rather than as alternative way to advance things. S ignored T's smaller assets completely. Neither did they try to remove the remaining clothing.

At least we didn't have to intervene, as they both stuck to the rules (such as were in existence). By the time they released their hair holds and clambered back onto their feet their movements had considerably slowed. They circled, looking for what could be the defining move. A few slaps or punches to the body were exchanged, but in lightning attacks, pulling away from retaliation as quickly as possible.

I was beginning to think that it might be time to suggest that a truce be called, hoping that honour had been satisfied on both sides but the two got into a clinch, trying to squeeze the life out of each other, firing punches in around the kidneys, but without the force that had existed earlier on. There was clearly still no love lost.

The body hugs proved inconclusive and they broke apart. From out of no where S suddenly fired a punch directly into T's crotch. T's eyes glazed over and S followed it up with a second punch with considerable power and unerring accuracy. T went down pole-axed.

S launched a series of verbal insults, grabbed up her things and left. T remained flat out on the floor. It took a while but eventually everyone reacted, and T was helped into a sitting position, given a glass of water and coaxed through a partial recovery. All the fight had gone from her – now there was just a look of pained 'what did I do to deserve that' surprise. I thought it unlikely that S return to those gym classes.

As you've perhaps noticed when people are excited and nervous they speak louder and their voices are shriller. This was clearly the case in the room now. There was an electricity in the air that needed dealing with.

I looked at the lady who ran the gym club, and got a nod of agreement from her, confirming that she was happy to leave me to take the initiative.

I suggested to the ladies that we could perhaps do with letting off some steam before they left. They were all in agreement. I asked them to form pairs. There were twelve ladies left and so they formed into six groups. I suggested that what we would do would be short, rapid and different. I told them to imagine that the woman in front of them had plans on leaving there to sleep with their partner and that they had five minutes to make her sore in certain parts of her anatomy that would dissuade her from any immediate sexual activity. In other words tits and pussy. I did point out that they were to stay fully clothed, on their feet and seek to obtain discomfort and not pain. What they had just witnessed rather reinforced this point!

There was a brief silence while they took stock of my ideas. It wasn't every day that they were told to pinch another breasts, or even more so squeeze her between the legs. I was relying on the nature of their clothing to remove a fair proportion of any pain, and stop there being any alternative element to the contest that could arise if they were touching naked skin.

One or two questions were asked, then they all began, shyly at first and then with more and more gusto. The two ladies closest to me made no attempt at defending themselves but ran around (a bit like head-less chickens) grabbing each other amidst squeals of delight each time they felt intimate body parts in their hands and shrieking when it was their parts which were being grabbed.

It was so much fun that I almost forgot the timing, but I did stop them close to the five-minute mark. The anguish of a few minutes before had been replaced by an impish glee and they all went home in a much happier mood. They hadn't really hurt each other, merely touched where normally the other would not have allowed them to touch. Indeed that had been my initial plan, before the fight caused me to alter it slightly.

Left alone with the lady who ran the club, I explained that the original alternative would have been for each woman to try to touch the intimate parts more than her opponent could touch hers – without the squeezing aspect, and she could revert to that in the future if she wanted.

She rang me three or four weeks later to say a further thank you. She explained that the members of the gym club had refused the touching idea, much preferring the squeezing idea and, what's more, they used so much energy in that session that she had extended it slightly, claiming that it was now more effective for toning up their muscles and reducing their body fat, than all the exercises they did in the main gym session! She invited me to pop in and see any time I wanted to.