Meritocracy Ch. 3

By Leila

The audience cheered for me as I stepped into the kiddie pool. I was wearing a black string bikini, and I turned and pivoted to show off my athletic body for the men and the women watching me. I flipped my hair and gave a stern look to my opponents, both busty blondes wearing matching pink bikinis: Erika, a Swiss girl nearly my age with a cherubic face and a very womanly body, and Danielle, an older woman from New York City. Erika was probably ten pounds too heavy for Miami, but I ran my eyes over her wide hips and shoulders, her large breasts that hung in front of her nearly without support, and I knew there was a lot of strength in her. Between me and the two of them were large mounds of whip cream; I tipped my toe into one and flicked the white topping toward them. The cheering got louder, and I thought it was for my cream flick until I turned and saw my old acquaintance Claudia step into the pool, also wearing a black bikini. She came to my side and put her arm around me, facing the two blondes, and then I cupped her breast with my hand and bounced it up and down. Our small, rich audience went nuts, women just as much as men, and I knew we had won the preliminaries.

We were in a gym, the pool constructed in the boxing ring so that the ropes would provide some security around the edges. Lights overhead, our viewers in the bleachers to my left. There was a ref on the outside, but only in case our few rules were broken and to call the submissions. The first team to earn two submissions would win. David took up the mic and thanked everyone for coming. As he was introducing the four of us, Erika hopped down out of the ring and stood next to him. She started rubbing herself up and down his torso and legs, and then as he talked about Claudia and me, Erika patted him on the dick gave him a kiss on the cheek. When he was done, she pranced back to her partner, smiling and stroking her hand through her short blonde hair as she did. For an instant I thought back to my time working at Bad Sports and wrestling in rings like this, sometimes against bitchy girls like her.

The ref rang the bell. Claudia slid between the ropes, slowly, as Erika did the same. The two of them circled, bent over at the waist. Claudia made the first move, charging forward and tackling Erika to the ground. The two of them rolled back and forth, pulling hair. In a few seconds both had whipped cream all over them. Erika got on top and slapped Claudia back and forth until Claudia was able to roll her off. Claudia crawled to the ropes and pulled herself to her feet. But before she could turn around, Erika was on her again. The blonde pushed her up against the ropes and then yanking her hair she dragged Claudia to the turnbuckle. She pushed Claudia into the turnbuckle and holding her in place with one arm around her throat she pulled her bikini top. She sank her fingers into Claudia’s breast, earning a loud groan from my teammate. Erika gave her breast some serious attention until Claudia elbowed her in the stomach over and over, gaining herself space with each hit.

Erika stumbled back holding her stomach. Claudia turned on her and struck her across the face with a mighty slap that put her down in the whipped cream. I tagged in and threw myself on Erika as she was getting up. From the momentum of my dive we two rolled over and over to the far side of the ring. She was still stunned, and I took advantage to repay her for what she had done to my teammate. I tore off her top and grabbed both of her breasts, mauling her for all I could. She was covered in the cream, and my fingers kept sliding off of her globes. She howled in pain and thrashed under me, and we were both so slippery that I could not hold her down. She hit me across the face and then slid out from under me, and I was sitting on my ass holding my cheek before I knew what. Erika was on her hands and knees, heaving, and before she could get to her corner I yanked her head up by the hair and dragged her back to our corner. I tagged in to Claudia, who leaned her against the side of the pool and yanking her head back at a terrible angle by the hair she brought hard slaps down on her upper chest and breasts. Every blow rang out in the gym. After four Erika was sobbing and rocking back and forth, waving her hands, and two more after that she cried out that she quit.

Between rounds, Claudia and I stood in our corner, leaning on the ropes and catching our breath without talking. As much as I wanted to humiliate the two women across the ring, I wanted to get a part of Claudia more. She felt the same about me. When the ref signaled the end of the rest period, Claudia said to me “You start this time, bitch,” as she stepped outside the ring. I moved out to meet Danielle with a glance over my shoulder at the busty Mexican. Danielle was slowly moving toward me with a more focused and confident look than she had worn when we fought in her apartment. I slapped her across the face and she hit me in the stomach, much harder than I was expecting. I was doubled over and helpless, and she got me in a headlock, cranking and pulling my hair and pushing my face against the swell of her breast. I hit her in the back, weakly, as she paraded me around the ring, and then she tossed me over her hip and landed atop me. I was on my side, face pressed into the whipped cream. She pressed my face down and then rolled me onto my back so that she was lying on top of me, her big boobs mashing me in the face.

As I was lying at the bottom of the pool with this New York puta on top of me, giving me a boob-and-whipped cream sandwich, I could hear the audience cheering for her. And across the ring, in my corner, my teammate Claudia was screaming at me, “Get the fuck up, you dumb slut!” Upon hearing that, I got a handful of hair and pulled Danielle over me so that the top of her back was on the ground. While the older woman was trying to recover her position, I pried her arm off of my neck and then I got both of my hands in her hair. She pulled my hair in return, and we were rolling back and forth, pulling hair and having a proper catfight. She go ton top of me and started pounding my head on the ground, but the padding meant it had no effect. But I could not roll her off, and she slapped me across the face a few times. As Claudia yelled at me to get my slutty self off the bottom, I covered up my face and thrashed under Danielle. She hit me in the stomach, and as was hurting she pulled me to my feet by my hair. Yanking my head back so that I was looking up at the lights, she paraded me around the ring to the cheers of the audience.

When she got bored of showing off her new, younger and hotter trophy, Danielle took me to her corner. She tagged in to Erika, who was still topless, but she continued to hold my hair as Erika ripped off my bikini top and slapped my breasts, stomach, face. The crowd was screaming in joy and over that I could hear Claudia screaming in anger. My scalp, my breasts, my stomach, my face, all of it was burning. And this blonde bitch with her pretty face and her enormous swaying udders had now stopped slapping me. With a smile on her face, she held my face in her hand then leaned in and forced a sloppy kiss on me. And then she was gone, tackled from behind by Claudia. The two of them went to the mat, screaming and hitting, squeezing and slapping. Danielle reached around and pinched my breast with one hand as she held me around the neck in the other. In response, I lifted my feet off the ground and we fell in a heap together, me inside the ring and her on the outside.

Erika was on top of Claudia, beating on her. Both of them were topless now, blonde and black hair flying and hips and legs writhing against each other, all of their feminine lines covered in white. My entire body was hurting. I crawled through the whipped cream and pulled on Erika’s leg, but she turned and kicked me in the chest. I landed on my back, and then Danielle was holding me down, sliding under the bottom rope. I was pinned down, and I had to watch as Erika reached into Claudia’s thong and pinched her between the legs. When she did Claudia went wild, screaming and hitting Erika on the shoulders and kicking wildly. But she couldn’t get the Swiss girl off of her. And then when Erika gripped her breast, folding an entire handful into her grip and then twisting as she continued to pinch Claudia between the legs with her other, Claudia sobbed that she submitted. Danielle patted the side of my face and from behind me said in my ear that she was going to do the same to me.

In the rest period between rounds Claudia and I were both leaning against the ropes in corner. We brought our heads close together so that the two celebrating bitches across the ring couldn’t hear us. Danielle was the only woman still wearing her top, and she took it off and tossed it into the audience, blowing a kiss toward us afterward. I wanted to rip her hair out. “Thanks for trying to help me out,” I said.

“Oh my God my cunt hurts. That fucking bitch Erika. Jesus Christ.” Claudia hovered her hand over her crotch as she was talking. I didn’t even think it was her choice. “My fucking tit. It felt like she was tearing it off.”

“I tried to pull her off of you but she kicked me. And then Danielle got me from behind.”

“I went in there to save you because you were about to give it up.”

“They were double teaming me,” I told her. I could hear my voice tightening, and I added, “And I’m getting sick of your rubs that I’m a slut. Knock it off. You were the one on your back at the end.”

She slapped me across the face. We took hold of each other’s hair and fell to the mat. I got on top of her and hit her back and forth across the face. She reached up and grabbed my breasts, and as I was pulling her hands off of my chest someone hit me in the back. Hands pulled me off of Claudia, and I found myself being dragged into the middle of the ring. Danielle and Erika were both on me, hitting and pulling on me. Then each holding one of my arms, they took me over to the ropes and dragged me back and forth, pushing me into them so that the coarse leather burned into my breasts and my stomach. I tried to wriggle free of them but they held me fast. When they turned me around and put my back against the ropes, I saw Claudia lying on her back, her hands over her breasts and crotch, watching me. She was too weak to help me but I could see what burned inside of her. Then Erika licked her hand and brought it down in an overhead chop on my breast, then another coming from the side and one more from above.

Then Erika left me to Danielle and went to see to Claudia. I saw Claudia get to her knees as Erika dove into her, and then they were rolling in the whipped cream again. Danielle then shoved me into the corner of the pool, where I fell to my hands and knees. More for play than to injure me, she kicked me in the ass. I could imagine her taunting me and showing off for the audience and for David. As she came around in front of me I punched her just at the bottom of her abs. With an “oof” she fell to the ground next to me, hitting on her knees and then rolling onto her side. We two wounded fighters stared at each other, both injured, and then I hit her across the face and I forced myself to get on top of her. I hit her in the face again and then I ripped off her top and grabbed her breasts. She grabbed mine, but in my youth and conditioning I was still the stronger woman and I was able to start really hurting her before she could hurt me. I kept squeezing as she let go of my chest and started hitting my arms and pushing at my hands. And then the ref was blowing his whistle to end the match. I looked up, wiping my wet hair and the whipped cream off of my face, and saw Erika and Claudia. Erika had gotten her legs around Claudia’s body and squeezed the air out of her, and Claudia had submitted. We had lost.

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My name is Leila. I was an Architecture major at the University of Miami; having just finished my finals at the end of my Junior year, I was preparing to start a summer internship with Bederson’s, a firm here in Miami. I am Brazilian, though. My family owns one of the largest construction companies in Sao Paolo, and since I was a little girl, part of me had dreamed of taking over for my father when he retired. Another part of me was my mother, a classically trained dancer from Thailand whom my father’s family eventually drove back to Thailand. I had inherited her dancer’s body, lean and strong, and my father’s family never let me forget it. To them I was always a product of her peasant’s body, and to the rest of the world I was always a product of my father’s money. I learned early in life that people would always be coming for me, on the basis of my looks or my social status, and that I would have to protect myself. And then after that, I learned to love protecting myself.

David was an investment banker on Wall Street who owned a luxurious condo in Miami, among other places. He was close to a woman named Claudia, and she had maneuvered him into hosting a special set of matches between her and a woman named Gemma, on one side, and me and a woman named Kim, on the other side. Kim and I had tussled in the past, and we transitioned that into being teammates and allies, if not quite friends. I lost to Claudia and beat Gemma; Kim beat Gemma as well, but her fight with Claudia ended with a serious cut to her arm and a draw. When Claudia me paid a surprise visit a few weeks later, every visceral memory from our fight returned: at the start of the fight my pulling her hair, banging her head on the ground, pinching her breasts, and her eventually pinning me down and punching my ribs and stomach over and over, and her squeezing my breast and pulling on my nipple. She was on top of me, both of us sweating and panting, our hair and lingerie a mess. And then I yielded to her. While she was sitting on my couch I wanted to sink my fingers into her shapely figure and smash her face and ruin her clothes. I also felt disdain for her tawdriness, the way that she demonstrated her baseness in showing off her body for men while at work and the cheap, catty way that she handled herself in her work. She was a real estate agent, I reminded myself as I dressed for my first day at my internship. The entire job was gossip and flirting.

Gossip and flirting was not how I planned to live my life. I had secured a summer internship for myself at one of Miami’s most important construction companies, Bederson’s. The morning of my first Monday, I stood in front of my bedroom mirror and inspected myself. This would be the first day I was prepping to go to work that didn’t involve wrestling with other women. I was dressed conservatively—for Miami at least. I did not want to walk in the first day and be the young woman getting ahead by showing too much cleavage and putting my hand on the boss’s forearm while talking to him. I was wearing a sleeveless white blouse with a loose fit and high neckline, showing off my lean and fit arms. The black skirt came down to my knees, but under the material shone the strong legs and hips I had inherited from my mother. With my dark complexion I did not wear a lot of makeup. In the mirror I examined my features: brown, almond-shaped eyes that people thought were staring through them; a nose aqualine at the top but wider at the bottom; high, wide cheekbones but flat, almost concave cheeks. I turned my head side to side so that my black hair flew about. The blonde woman I had fought a few days previous had put a few bruises on my face, but those were fading and on my brown skin barely showed. I pulled my hair back and then let it fall loose around my shoulders, winked at myself, and then left for work.

I arrived at work fifteen minutes early and found Mr. Bederson already on the phone in his office. He waved as I went by, and then as I was standing in front of my new cubicle he came over and gave me a welcoming handshake/shoulder pat. I was going to be an assistant to Richard, he said, doing research and managing the clients for his projects. Unfortunately, he explained, there were no open desks near Richard’s office so I would be situated with their junior architects and project managers. “And Annabelle,” Edward added with an overlong glance at my body, “our communications director. She’s only been here a few years, but she does a great job of keeping everyone together and happy. I think that you’ll be able to learn a lot from her, and down the road you might think about changing over to public relations or project management yourself. A lot less math you know,” he added with a laugh. I pretended to laugh with him. “And here she is now,” he said.

I followed his eye toward the front entrance and saw the blonde from the parking garage crossing the room toward us. I could see the aggression in her step and the resentment in her eye, but as she reached my desk she was smiling at Edward. There was still a light blue semicircle over her left eye, and her lip was swollen. Edward noticed her bruises right after he noticed the cleavage hanging out of her dress. “What happened? Is this why you were out last week?”

“It’s okay, nothing to worry about,” Annabelle told him. “I got jumped by this black girl while I was getting out of my car. She sucker punched me and got my wallet from me.”

“That’s terrible,” I said. “I’m so sorry to hear you say that.”

“This city gets more dangerous every year,” Edward said. “You must have been terrified.”

“No no,” she answered. “I’m mainly angry for letting myself get into that situation. I never should have let her get me like that.”

“Well, I’ll let you get settled back in,” he said. “You two play nice now.”

Annabelle put her phone and purse in her desk and then slowly came back around the division between our cubicles. She leaned over on my desk, offering me a too-close view of her impressive cleavage. I looked up from her boobs to her face. It was now full of southern charm, the sharp edge from our last meeting replaced by condescension. She was wearing perfume and too much makeup in a way that told me it was her habit. The amount of chest she was showing made me wonder about the type of business I would be spending my summer at.

“Imagine my surprise seeing you here.”

“You’re acting big now, bigger than after the last time I saw you. Looking bigger, too,” I added, nodding toward her tits. “I bet those things get you all sorts of extra attention around here.”

“First hour on the job, and you’re already gossiping and talking shit about your coworkers. That’s not a very friendly start to your career.” She perched herself on the edge of my desk. “Just the kind of dumb move that I would expect from a Mexican.”

“Looking to get a repeat of those bruises? Need some new work done on your car?”

“Looking to make a few extra bucks answering our phones, so you can send it back to your nine sisters in Juarez?”

“Have you always been this dumb?”

“Smart enough that I’ll be standing over you all summer. Smart enough that I’m the woman who runs the men who run this office. A job you are not equipped for. So strap in and get ready for a long hard ride back to Mexico.”

“I’m from Brazil,” I told her, rising from my chair and brushing lightly against her as I did. “At least get your sterotypes right. Unless you want to meet in private and settle up again.”

“As much fun as it would be to put you in your place, it would be even more fun to ruin your internship, bitch,” she answered. Our faces were inches apart, and I could feel her perfume wafting off of her body with every move she made.

“I’m going to enjoy this, cabra,” I whispered right into her pretty belle face, and then I started my day.

That afternoon David sent me a text that he would be visiting Miami and that he wanted me to meet him at the airport. I gave him a vague answer, but he insisted. While I was looking at my phone, with a client file I had been studying open on my computer, I could feel Annabelle’s haughty attitude hanging over me. Thinking about her perfume and heavy breathing and the way that she strutted her big tits around the office, I told David that I would meet him. I hung up my phone and looked over to find Annabelle having an extremely friendly conversation with Richard at the door to his office.

A few days later David arrived in Miami with Danielle on one side and another blonde woman on the other. The second blonde looked like David had purchased a newer model of Danielle. As the trio walked toward me and then surrounded and embraced me, I had the unpleasant feeling of being surrounded by D-cup blondes. I hugged Danielle and the new girl, whose name was Erika. Her embrace was stronger than Danielle’s and she had a larger build than the women you would see with a man of David’s class. She carried the same padding up front as Danielle, and as we separated she gave me a peck on the cheek. She had her hair in pigtails and it was shorter than Danielle’s, sporty, stopping just above her shoulders. I imagined the blonde hair framing her full-cheeked face as we looked each other over. David said that he had flown her from Geneva to New York and now down here. She said that she had never been to the tropics before, and she spoke with a thick accent that sounded German to me.

“Leila is from the real topics, right, honey?” Danielle asked.

I wanted to wipe the faces off of both of these buxom blonde women, the old one and the young one. “I’m from Brazil,” I said instead. “Part of Brazil is in the tropics, but I’m from Sao Paulo, which isn’t. Brazil is actually a very large country that stretches across various regions, much as your own country does. I would think that a woman in your position would be more aware of international relations. Wait, no,” I added after thinking about it. “A woman doesn’t do a lot of thinking when she’s in your position.”

“Okay, let’s get our bags,” David said, with one arm pulling Danielle with him.

We rode to David’s condo in a limo that he had reserved. Danielle was sitting next to David, leaning on him as much as possible, and Erika and I were next to each other across from them. I asked how long they were staying and why they had come to visit. David danced around answers until Erika put her arm around me and said that we were going to have fun and become great friends. I turned and in silence watched Miami go by outside the window. When we arrived at the building, we found Claudia standing next to the elevator waiting for us. David asked for their bags to be sent up and then introduced Claudia and Erika. Erika was as friendly toward Claudia as she had been to me. When that was done, to everyone’s surprise, I introduced myself to Claudia with a handshake and a hug around her back with my other hand. She gave me a hearty thump and squeeze in return.

When we reached his condo at the top of the building, Danielle poured wine for us and we sat in the living room. Claudia was wearing a short black dress that showed off a lot of cleavage, and whenever David looked at her she smiled and touched her hair. Tense silence that David drank in. Erika talked about her long flights and her work at the bank in Geneva where she worked. Then, Erika talked about her childhood growing up in a village near the German border and she said that she did not understand how anyone could live in a place where it was the height of summer all year. She looked at me as she said this and smiled in a polite way that was meant to tell me that it was not a smile at all.

“So we have a proposition,” David said, standing. All four of us turned our eyes on him. “I have secured a ring at a gym not far from him. A regular boxing ring, not mud,” he added, wagging his finger at me and grinning. “I was hoping that you ladies could be convinced to provide some entertainment for a small audience of interested parties. A tag team match, blondes against brunettes.”

“And a ring is the most interesting that we can do for these parties?” I asked him.

“Do you think that you can do better?” Claudia asked. “Not all of us want to roll around in baby oil for spare change.”

“What if the change was a lot bigger than that?” I asked them. “If this audience is so interested, why shouldn’t we have a chance at a real stake? And if we up the ante for winning, then it only seems fair to up the ante for losing as well.”

“What are you thinking?” David asked me.

“We use the boxing gym and set up a very large inflatable pool. In the pool we have a tag team catfight in whipped cream. The winners get to auction off the chance for a couple from the audience to spend the night with the losers.”

David stared at me, and then he said, “Ladies, I think you’ll need your bikinis Friday night.”

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The night after our match against Danielle and Erika, I reported to David’s condo. My stomach was turning over as I rode up in the elevator, the same as it had the previous night. Returning to pay for our loss was nearly as stimulating as walking out to the ring full of whipped cream, although I doubted I would find anything as comfortable as a desert topping waiting for me. I was wearing a loose t-shirt and a pair of shorts and white lingerie underneath. As the elevator reached the top I slid my hand under my shirt, feeling the bruises on my stomach and my breasts and thinking of the other women from our match.

David welcomed me into his condo with a gentle but cool hug. The audience from that night was already gathered, drinking scotch and wine and talking about the latest news, that a bank in England had been found guilty of conspiring to fix stock prices. Erika and Danielle were there, standing close to each other and both wearing blue cocktail dresses, laughing with an older man by the windows. Two couples introduced themselves; we shook hands and made small talk. I gathered that they were surprised I knew about international banking, and I was surprised that they actually wanted to know how I was feeling after the match. After they moved on, a middle-aged Black woman came up and hugged me. She was tall and had a large frame—most likely athletic as a young woman and now with broader hips and very large breasts that seemed impressively firm, the weight she would have gained as she aged. She said that her name was Ari, and she asked me a lot of questions about how I was feeling and my previous experiences. She was intelligent, and she seemed kind and also composed, as though nothing would unravel her.

Claudia was the last to arrive. She blew in the door, wearing a skirt that showed a lot of leg and a top that showed a lot of chest and a look on her face that showed a lot of wine. With a long hug with David, she began a tour around the room. Every man she touched on the arm or brushed against, and every woman she laughed with and hugged. Erika and Danielle ended their conversation and watched, as I did, and as David did. She had made herself the center of attention. As the real estate agent sold herself to the room, David stood next to me. Putting his arm around my shoulder, he whispered in my ear, “That’s a woman who can convince other people to see things her way. To see her her way. Are you ready to be that woman?”

And then David called everyone to the center of the room. “You all had the privilege of seeing a great wrestling match last night between Danielle and Erika, the beautiful winners here on my left, and Claudia and Leila on my right. Tonight, you can bid for the opportunity to have Claudia or Leila entertain you for the night. The proceeds from these proceedings will go the winning team. Now, ladies, if you would please.”

Claudia and I then disrobed, I in my white bra and panties and Claudia in a red and black set. We were standing side by side in front of our audience, our customers of a sort. Exposed and vulnerable, on display as the losing set, we smiled and turned our bodies in the best light. Claudia bumped into me, shoving me to the side, and I bumped her back hard enough that she stumbled. “Too much to drink, bitch?” I asked her. But before Claudia could answer Erika was standing between us. She put her arm on each of our shoulders, her breasts spilling over the top of her dress and a few strands of her blonde hair hitting my face as she turned. She smiled out at the audience and announced in her German accent that we were ready to start. And then into my ear she said, “I’m going to have some fun tonight.”

Half an hour later, I was riding in the back of a limo with Ari and Erika. Ari had paid $30,000 for my company for the night, and Erika had then given her a $5,000 rebate so that she could come with us. At the same time, Claudia was on her way to the house of the guy with the white hair who had been staring intently at her boobs as we stood in front of everyone. Ari was sitting next to me, with her hand on my leg, and she was talking with Erika. It turned out that Ari’s late husband had been an industrial tycoon—manufacturing parts and equipment for large chemistry labs—and Ari and Erika had been to some of the same cities, stayed at the same hotels. Industrial tycoons eventually get investigated by the state’s attorney, in whose office Ari had worked before she married especially well and retired.

The limo took us to a five bedroom house with its own security gate in a neighborhood with an associated private golf course. The driver, whom I took to double as security, escorted us all upstairs to a spare bedroom and then left. Ari told me to take off my shorts and shirt. She was wearing a long black dress with a modest neckline, which she also took off and draped over a chair. In her black panties, with no bra, she was an impressively built woman. She wore her hair straightened, and it framed her handsome, authoritative face well. There was a dresser on the far wall with chairs on either side. Air sat down in the other chair and told me to stand in front of her in my white bra and panties. Then she told Erika that she could start with me in whatever manner she chose.

I stood waiting, hands dangling at my sides, like a mannequin at Bergdorf’s, an avatar of youth and beauty onto which women like Ari imagined themselves. Now I was standing in front of this woman who had the money to do as she pleased, and her pleasure was to watch me endure whatever Erika had in mind for me. Two women with power over me, one financial and the other physical, both of them beautiful in their own ways although not in comparison to me, and they both knew it. The Swiss woman’s fingertips were running over my shoulder blades and then they were touching my black hair, lightly and with real tenderness. In her touch and the way that Ari was staring at me I could sense that they both knew I was the prettiest woman in the room. I felt energized by it, my being prettier than either of these strong, attractive women and their having power over me.

Erika unhooked my bra and slid the straps down my arms and then tossed it aside. “You are going to be a delicious meal,” she said. “And I plan on savoring every bite.” Still behind me, she traced the outline of my smaller, firm breasts over my upper chest and then down to my nipples. My breath hitched in my throat when she pinched my nipples, squeezing and turning them just a bit. And then she ran her fingers over the underside of my breasts and along the sides, repeating herself and then twisting my nipples. I was breathing hard now. She reached down into my panties and gave me a quick pat on my pussy lips and then she yanked on my hair. Still holding my hair she stepped in front of me. She was naked. Her body showed the same bruises that I carried from our brawl, but they were there for everyone to see on her pale skin. She ordered me to slide my panties off and throw them aside. We were both naked and ready, her holding my hair, both of us breathing hard and sweat on our skin. We stared into each other’s eyes.

Catfight, fistfight, wrestling, I tightened my arms and legs and readied myself to leap at her. But she smiled at me and told me to kiss her on the neck. I did, tenderly and slowly, and she sighed and tightened her hold on my hair. On her orders, I kissed her shoulders, her cheeks, her lips, and I leaned down and kissed her on her nipples and then sucked on them. She let go of my hair and gripped me on each of my ass cheeks, clenching hard and bringing me in closer. She kissed me on the mouth, hard, and I could feel her pressing herself into me. Then she let go of me, stepped back and slapped me across the face. I was about to leap at her when Ari barked that I was hers to use and she had not given me permission to act. Erika smirked at me, and then she took me by the hair and dragged me over to the bed. There, she made me lick her pussy. As I ate her, she tugged on my hair and banged her heavy thighs against my head. When Erika was done, Ari rose from her chair. She put me on my back and fucked me with a strap-on while standing Erika pulled and twisted my nipples and yanked my hair.

I could feel this woman’s strength as she was on top of me, ploughing away at me with her instrument. Her shoulders tense, her breasts swaying with every thrust and the feeling of that instrument inside me, deeper each time. When Ari was done with me, she rolled me off the bed and onto the floor. I got to my hands and knees and Erika took me by the hair again. She pointed my face at Ari, who had put on a robe and was sitting in her chair again. Ari lit a cigarette and gestured for Erika to let go of my hair. As the buxom blonde stepped back, she and I exchanged a meaningful stare. “You feel ready to go, after all this? You want to fight her?”

I stared at Erika and said slowly, “I am ready to do whatever you ask of me.”

“You’re an impressive young woman. Beautiful, athletic, a talented fighter, professional. From what I saw, it wasn’t your fault that you lost last night.”

“I’d love to have the chance to prove that,” I said.

“And I would love to have the chance to do to you what I did to your brunette.”

“I hear that you’re an architecture major, looking to go into the family business. Interning with a local firm. Working hard, studying, all that good American shit.” I nodded. I sat up, my legs under me, and tucked my hair behind my ears. Her eyes were intent on me. “I’m wondering why you’re insisting on working your way to the top when not only are so supremely talented, you’re supremely wealthy. There are so many more interesting ways to the top for those who have the merit.”