FreeCatFights

When Grace saw the article about females being accepted for front line combat roles in the infantry, her world turned on it's axis. A career as a lawyer seemed pre-ordained but there was this itch she couldn't scratch. Her oldest brother was a fighter pilot and he'd taken her up for a joyride. The prospect of being in combat thrilled her. But not remotely, high in the sky. Up close and personal, face to face. The infantry. Perfect.

Straight away she researched options, downloaded an application form and filled it out: age 18, height 5'7" weight 133 pounds etc. She didn't email it however but drove to the local depot so she could check it out. She followed the signs to the Orderly Room and a kindly middle aged man with stripes on his sleeves attended to her. He read through her application carefully, raised his bushy eyebrows, looked up and cleared his throat. "Much as we'd like to have you here at the Regiment as a recruit Miss-er-Grace it would be remiss of me not to point out that with your grades you could easily go straight to Officer Training."

"Yes but I don't want that, I want to train as a front line soldier." said Grace.

The Sergeant cleared his throat again and chuckled "Well-er-yes but the junior officers, Ruperts we call them, are also in the front line, it's just that it would be a bit more...civilised for a young lady like yourself..."

Grace realised he meant well and fixed him with her best heart melting smile before saying quietly "I don't want to be a "Rupert" and I don't want civilised, I've had that all my life. I want to test myself."

"Well you've come to the right place for that, we pride ourselves on being the hardest regiment in the army." he shook his head slowly.

Grace's eyes glittered "Don't worry about me, I'm tougher than I look. I can take care of myself."

The Sergeant said "Very well Miss, you're clearly a young lady who knows her own mind." as he signed and stamped her application "You might as well go and see sawbones for your medical while you're here."

He smiled as he watched her svelte form receding down the corridor and wondered, not for the first time, if the Army that he loved was really ready for this.

Tears. Screaming. Unbridled fury. Grace had never seen her mother Claire like this.

"It's done Mother, I've enlisted. I'll be shot as a deserter if I don't turn up." Grace quipped.

"Not funny Grace." snapped Claire "Why on Earth would you have to throw your life away like this?"

"Oh Mother don't be so dramatic. I've just deferred my studies. Think of it as a gap year." said Grace.

"Well see that it is." snapped Claire trying to lock in a concession "Your father and I have always looked to you to take over the firm one day." she said looking at her husband for support.

He shook his head "Leave me out of it Claire. We've always said we'd let the kids follow their own path. Just because the other four didn't go into the Law doesn't mean Grace should be stuck with it. I'm damn proud of her actually. Damn proud. It takes guts to do what she's done, in fact she reminds me of a girl I once knew...I'll be in my study when you've finished shouting."


"I need some air." said Claire walking off. When she was outside she rang Madison "I need to see you at the gym if you're free."

Madison laughed "Bronwyn told me. I thought I'd be hearing from you tonight! Looking forward to it actually. You certainly sound all nice and feisty!"

"What does Bronwyn think about it?" asked Claire in a clipped tone.

"Oh she thinks she's bonkers. Then again, we do have problems with authority in this family." Madison chuckled "Meet you there in 30 babe?"

"That's a date bitch. And you'd better bring your A Game." said Claire

"That would be more than you can handle Darling." Madison groaned "Oh this is going to be so good!"


Grace went into her father's study, where he had already poured two glasses of whisky and was puffing on a large cigar. She sat on his lap, as she had done since she was a little girl and plucked the cigar from his hand, taking a few puffs before saying "Thank you Daddy."

"It'll all be OK Grace." he said quietly "You know what your mother is like, she'll let off steam and tomorrow she'll be dealing with it as she always does. You've always reminded me more of her than your sisters. You've certainly got her temper, which you might be needing where you're going!"

Grace laughed and sipped her whisky "I'll come back to the law one day Daddy, I can't explain it but this is just something I need to do first."

"I know." he said. 

Grace left the luxury of her sprawling family home behind and drove to the depot to commence basic training. There was plenty of parking at the depot, even for lowly recruits - a legacy of years of defence cuts slashing manpower. Where there used to be two infantry battalions there was now only one. This also meant that barracks accommodation was comparatively plentiful. On Grace's course, the first ever to include females, the four of them were accommodated in a large 30' square room originally reserved for NCO's, with built in furniture including proper, albeit single, beds and a communal bathroom attached. The 24 men were in a more basic hut with bunk beds and had to walk to an amenities block. Grace smiled at the way the old salts couldn't bring themselves to treat the women the same as the men.

They were given time to unpack and introduce themselves in the room. Grace did her best to tone down her posh accent but the other girls couldn't help picking it up. Out of habit Grace sized them up:

Tanya, attractive in a slightly brutal sort of way, tanned skin, brown haired, brown eyed, 5'7" about 140 pounds 36C 28 37 with a sulky, lazy sort of strength about her and... a vague air of menace, a rough diamond whose average sentence seemed to require at least one profanity, 28 years of age she'd worked at various jobs, mostly as a barmaid. Grace had developed an instinct by now that told her instantly that at some stage she would fight Tanya - a prospect that quietly thrilled and attracted her. The electricity between them had sparked when they shook hands - Tanya's grip was strong and she wanted Grace to know it.

Madeleine, very attractive with a long elegant face, pale skin, red hair and green eyes, 5'6" about 120 pounds 34B 24 34, well spoken but quiet to the point of shyness, 23 years old she had worked as a secretary since finishing school but had joined up in search of adventure. Grace felt an immediate strong attraction to her which was reciprocated with shy smiles.

Nora, slightly pinch faced with small dark squinty eyes and dark hair, 5'3" about 120 pounds 34B 26 36, with a voice that Grace found chirpy and irritating, mainly because she never stopped talking, 24 years old she had trained as a hairdresser. Grace noticed that from the start she was ingratiating herself with Tanya, who she took to be the Alpha female of the group. She seemed harmless and Grace wanted to like her but felt no attraction for her.

All four girls in that room realised straight away that, physically, there could only be one possible challenger to Tanya as the Alpha but three of them dismissed out of hand the thought of the posh 18 year old girl ever taking her on.

Tanya had marched into the room as if she owned it and claimed one of the far corners. Grace realised the other two girls were waiting for her to make her choice and she quickly took the near corner next to Tanya because the built in wardrobes acted as room dividers and gave her a large measure of privacy from that direction whereas the cubicles were completely open to those on the opposite side. In effect the large room was divided in two by the floor to ceiling wardrobes with just a 6' passageway between them. As she had anticipated, Madeleine quickly claimed the cubicle opposite her and Nora happily took the far cubicle opposite Tanya. She smiled at Madeleine and they chatted easily as they unpacked. In the background they could hear Nora chirping away to Tanya in an ingratiating manner.

"The battle lines are drawn" thought Grace to herself. She started to have fantasies of a late night 2 on 2 dorm rumble, like in a boarding school. After all her many catfights at school under Bronwyn's expert tutelage, she thought she could hold her own with Tanya, although she expected her to be a dirty fighter and a tough opponent. But she had her doubts about how Madeleine would go against scrappy little Nora. Though she had a great body, Madeleine seemed a little soft by comparison - even more so mentally than physically. Then again, she had chosen to join the army so maybe there was more to her than met the eye.           
 
First stop after unpacking was the barber's shop. Naturally the girls went first. Naturally the barber gestured to 'the looker' of the quartet, Grace, to go first of all, which earned her a scowl from Tanya. Grace had thought a lot about this - even though the choice was limited - and said without hesitation "Number one comb all over thanks." and watched in the mirror as her beautiful long blonde hair was completely shorn off. She grinned at her new look. She didn't mind it actually. Kind of sexy. But the production line quickly moved on. The barber looked at Madeleine but Tanya barged forward and not to be outdone ordered the same as Grace, the shortest possible cut. Grace thought she looked quite brutal and sexy and started to get wet for her. Nora bumped Madeleine and followed her heroine, again plumping for the No 1 option. Grace thought getting rid of her untidy dyed short hair was actually a distinct improvement, making her look more normal and less furtive. Finally Madeleine smiled at Grace in the mirror as she opted for the No 1 cut and they maintained eye contact as her beautiful red hair was shorn off. Grace thought she looked breath taking and realised she was getting very wet and her hard nipples were starting to show through the t-shirt she had been instructed to wear from home.

Thankfully a Corporal took the four girls to the uniform shop to get kitted out. A girl with a perfect figure like Grace always looks good no matter what she's wearing. The uniform fitted her like a glove and even with no makeup and no hair, she emerged from the uniform shop looking dead sexy, as if she was dressed in a designer outfit on the catwalk. The military cap on her looked like a fashion accessory. Madeleine too seemed to fit the next size down just as well and they couldn't help smiling at each other as they hefted their new kitbags to take their gear back to their barracks room. The off the rack standard sizes were not so kind to Tanya and Nora however as there was loose fabric and bulges here and there instead of the smooth tapered fit of the other two girls - they still looked hot to the male recruits ogling them as they walked past, just not as hot as Grace and Madeleine, who had generated noticeably more interest.

After carefully hanging their dress uniforms and stowing all their other gear and changing into standard working dress it was time for dinner in the soldiers mess. They actually looked like real soldiers! The food was adequate and plentiful - far more than Grace wanted - although she thought with a pang that she wouldn't have minded a glass of her father's red wine with it rather than the cordial and cocoa that was all that was on offer. Naturally some of the male recruits were trying hard to pick them up. Despite being by far the youngest of the four females Grace effortlessly flirted with them, tantalising them and putting them in their place by turns. Her warm plummy voice and extraordinary beauty simply captivating the 'lads' as she called them. Tanya and Nora just weren't quick witted enough to engage in the banter and Madeleine just turned beet red and stared at her plate in front of her.

Back in the room Tanya and Nora claimed the first shower - there were two shower heads in a large communal shower and two handbasins so that four people could get on parade quickly. Grace went and sat next to Madeleine on her bed, stroking her back gently "You OK?" she asked "You were very quiet at dinner."

"Oh, I'm always quiet." said Madeleine "I really wish I could be more like you, I mean, how do you do it, you have everyone eating out of your hand, you just make it seem so effortless."

"Just be yourself, Sweetie" said Grace "You're a very beautiful women and you're very lovely and very charming. I think you're absolutely gorgeous darling. You certainly don't need to be me, I like you just the way you are."

"Really?" said Madeleine turning towards her, trembling.

Grace drew closer "Really. I absolutely... adore you Madeleine." she drew closer still and noticed Madeleine's quick intake of breath as she too moved closer. They locked lips. It was a beautiful long sensual kiss. When she finally pulled back Grace could still hear the shower running so she kissed Madeleine again, rejoicing in the primal groan it wrung from this demure and delectable girl.

By keeping her ear cocked Grace could still hear the shower running as they made out. Eventually she twigged that something must be going on in the shower too. She undid Madeleine's belt and trousers and plunged her finger inside her exquisite wet pussy, making her cum almost immediately. Madeleine mimicked her actions and she found herself in the grip of a beautiful orgasm. Madeleine stopped but she urged "Keep going!" and they both came again and again.

"How did you do that?" gasped Madeleine "I thought multiple orgasms were a myth!" and Grace laughed.

The shower was still running. Obviously it ran off a centralised boiler and wouldn't run out Grace thought gratefully. They had time to undress and slip on their bathrobes before the shower finally stopped. Grace liked the fact that, like her, Madeleine wore slides on her feet on the linoleum floor, unlike the two barbarians who got around in bare feet. They waited for the others to emerge then took their place in the bathroom. They turned on both showers and soaped each other down. Grace began to understand why Tanya and Nora had taken so long. As they kissed under the streaming water she daydreamed and realised what a stroke of luck it was to be on the first ever recruit course: there were no female NCOs in the regiment to supervise them and the men were keeping their distance. They could pretty much do whatever they liked when in barracks! She revelled in Madeleine's soft smooth skin against her own as they again pleasured each other with their fingers. They towelled off and returned to their beds just before the lights went out at 10pm. They would turn on again at 5am.

About 5 minutes later Grace noticed Nora stealing quietly over to Tanya's bed. A moment later Madeleine appeared next to her bed and let her nightie drop to the        floor before she climbed in and Grace felt the thrill of her soft warm body next to her. "I haven't had much experience, in fact I've never even been with a girl before." Madeleine whispered apologetically "I've always wanted it but I was too shy."

"Well you seem to be making up for lost time just fine." said Grace, kissing her. Grace worshipped Madeleine's whole body with her mouth and hands, literally from her toes all the way up her shapely legs to her exquisite pussy, which she devoured. Madeleine had never cum so violently in her life. Grace took her in a 69 and scissored their pussies until they were both completely spent. Making love in a single bed and trying to keep totally quiet also added a unique flavour to the experience. Finally they lay together and whispered their innermost secrets.

Grace learned that Madeleine had left her job as a secretary after an affair with her boss had gone wrong. She joined the army out of a desire for something completely different and because she wanted to harden up and stop being a doormat to all the men who had been in her life. She also warned Grace she didn't like the way Tanya looked at her and thought she meant her harm. Madeleine said she herself was afraid of Tanya and sensed the violence in her.

Grace stroked her stomach gently and cooed "I have the same feelings about Tanya but don't worry, I'd never let her hurt you Sweetie."

"But what could you possibly do against her, my love?" asked Madeleine plaintively.

"Fight her if I have to." said Grace "Although I'd need you to mark Nora Sweetie, I can't handle them both."

"I've never been in a fight" said Madeleine quietly "I've never told anybody this but there's a part of me that actually wants it, like, really wants it. If it comes to a fight with those two, and I have a feeling it will, I won't let you down Grace."

Grace kissed her "I've had quite a lot of catfights. Didn't win them all but I've done OK and you know what, I absolutely love it! You will too, I'm sure. Wanting it is the first step. And Sweetie, win or lose, the sex afterwards is fantastic."

"Mhhm sounds good!" murmured Madeleine snuggling into her "Tell me more!" 



   

       

For Grace hours spent making love were equally as restful as hours spent sleeping, maybe because the sleep was deeper, so when the lights went on at 5am on Tuesday, the first real day of training, she was instantly awake and fully alert. Madeleine had returned to her own bed at some stage and Grace realised with a wry smile that there would be no leisurely morning lovemaking in her immediate future. Quarters squared away, dressed and outside on parade at 5.30. The wiry, tough looking training Corporal was already there waiting for them, immaculately turned out and smoking a cigarette After a brief inspection he walked them to breakfast, explaining that the first order of business would be 'square bashing' - foot drill and teaching them how to march. In future they would be marching - or 'doubling' everywhere - no more walking!

Their training Sergeant was a fierce, strong looking man of about 40 with a clipped mustache, piercing blue eyes and an erect carriage to go with his perfectly fitted uniform. His boots were like black glass. He was Grace's idea of what a soldier should look like. She was grateful for the Corporal's preliminary inspection as various other recruits were lambasted for minor deficiencies in their turn out, which she took careful note of. Grace realised that the Sergeant was running through well worn jokes and abuse as he and the Corporal laboured with surprising patience but no shortage of caustic commentary, to turn the 28 raw recruits into a well drilled platoon. "Don't call me Sir, I work for a living!" he roared at one hapless recruit and Grace had to stifle a giggle. Foot drill was surprisingly intricate and difficult to master and...tiring - at the end of two hours on 'the square' Grace's feet felt like lead.

It was a relief to change in PT gear and go for a run. Rather than running in formation they were allowed to freestyle it but not get ahead of the Sergeant or fall behind the Corporal bringing up the rear. Their individual fitness levels were obviously being assessed. Grace was a very fit girl, a fine horsewoman, strong long distance swimmer and used to fast walking 4 miles to and from school each day for the sake of the exercise that she loved. Since she had started catfighting and hanging out with Bronwyn she had added running and free weights to her regimen as well as boxing and wrestling training with her older brother Ted.

Grace kept an easy pace at the middle of the pack. Somewhat to her surprise Madeleine paced her. Tanya and Nora were somewhere behind them. As the Sergeant just kept running many of the leaders of the pack started to fall back and Grace and Madeleine moved up until there was no one between them and the Sergeant. Grace realised from the angle of the sun that they had run in a long circuit and were heading back to the depot. She also figured they had been running for over an hour. She started to struggle a bit and fall back but the Sergeant continued at the same pace. Madeleine stayed beside her. Grace forced herself to pick up the pace and again closed up behind the Sergeant with Madeleine staying level with her. At last the gates of the depot came into view. The Sergeant continued straight to the soldiers mess where large containers of water were set up on trestle tables outside under a shade tree with plastic cups. He ran right up to the table and turned around for the first time during the entire run. He saw only the two girls behind him as he took a drink from a cup of water. They gratefully took a cup each and immediately refilled it and refilled it again. The corners of the Sergeant's mustache twitched upwards. "Well done you two, that's 10 miles." was all he said.

After 5 minutes Tommy, a big, well built farm boy came into view, blowing hard and eventually another 5 male recruits straggled in before the Corporal arrived sitting upfront with the driver in a 3 ton truck - and the other 20 recruits, who had dropped out along the way, in the back. They climbed out stiffly. Grace was delighted to note that the barmaid Tanya and the hairdresser Nora seemed to be in particularly bad shape. Her eyes met Madeleine's and they smiled at each other. Tanya seemed to have had the stuffing knocked out of her. Grace felt her pussy getting moist with excitement. She was thrilled that Madeleine's chances of holding her own against Nora seemed to have improved considerably. She could feel what was coming and now faced it with more confidence.

The Corporal conferred with the Sergeant who announced "All right you lot, that's lunch. On parade again in work dress for weapons training at 2pm."

"You could have left me for dead." Grace said to Madeleine, who shrugged and smiled "You didn't have to stay with me."

"Running is the only thing I've ever been good at." explained Madeleine to Grace "It gives me this rush and makes me feel good about myself. And, by the way, I'll never leave you."

The programme was well judged, the weapons training, familiarisation with the standard assault rifle, was not physically demanding, nor was the session on radio or the one on first aid - where many recruits got their painful blisters attended to. Grace, having spent a lot of time growing up on her grandparents farm, could already handle a shotgun and rifle proficiently. She couldn't wait to fire the sleek automatic rifle on the range the next day.

After dinner, Tanya and Nora simply flopped face down on their beds. They moaned with the pain that wracked their bodies and talked about 'washing out' the next day. This gave Grace an idea, which she whispered to Madeleine who giggled and agreed.

During the night Grace had told Madeleine how she would only catfight with girls she was attracted to who were up for 'submission sex' by the loser afterwards. She'd also told her about how she liked to fuck her opponent before a catfight and confided that she desperately wanted to fuck Tanya before fighting her. Madeleine had groaned with desire and admitted she wouldn't mind fucking Nora either - before during and after a catfight.

They approached the two girls lying prone on their beds, Grace carrying towels and a bottle of massage oil. Grace approached Tanya and Madeleine approached Nora. "You girls look like you could use a massage." Grace announced as she sat next to Tanya and started to stroke her back, before moving on to her strong shoulders, kneading them with both hands. Tanya groaned "Arrgh, feels good."

"Let's get your clothes off Sweetie." murmured Grace to an unresisting Tanya as she rolled over and Grace stripped her naked. Grace then applied some oil to her hands and started with Tanya's feet. Madeleine had done the same to Nora and came over to apply oil to her hands, giving Grace a lingering kiss. Madeleine copied Grace as she thoroughly worked over aching feet, calves and thighs, then stomach and breasts, flipping Tanya over to work down from the neck to shoulders, back, glutes and the backs of her legs, lifting them in turn to massage them thoroughly, finally flipping her back to give the kiss of life to her pussy. They made love in a frenzy. Then they all went to the shower and soaped each other down and fucked on the tiles with the water running over them. Grace spent the night in Tanya's bed and Madeleine in Nora's. Madeleine seemed to have the knack of not letting Nora speak, for which Grace was thankful.

Grace was a little confused though. She still felt in her bones that she was meant to catfight with Tanya and having grappled with her strong body all night, wanted it more than ever but the lovemaking had gone beyond pure sex and...she was starting to like Tanya.

Next morning, on parade, 6 recruits had dropped out. The main point of the brutal 10 mile run had been to weed out early on many of those who were not going to make it to the end. Tanya and Nora actually looked and felt quite good after their 'rejuvenation' at the hands of Grace and Madeleine. There was no more talk of 'washing out'

With the rifle on single shot selective fire Grace drilled the bullseye of the target repeatedly at 200 yards. She then did nearly as well at 400 yards. The hardened training Sergeant, who had seen it all, was becoming seriously impressed with her, even remarking to the Corporal that they could send her off to qualify for her Marksman's badge. She blitzed the obstacle course but what really impressed the Sergeant was the way she helped the other recruits through it. Arduous route marches, sleeping under canvas in bleak weather, nothing seemed to faze her. She threw herself into mundane tasks like cleaning the barracks and doing the laundry. She even taught many of the male recruits how to iron their uniforms properly. Despite her obviously privileged background she never complained of discomfort and had emerged as the clear leader of the four girls who were all still on board 10 weeks into the 13 week course, whereas another 4 of the men had dropped out.

The four girls had just finished lunch when one of the regular soldiers came over and, smirking, dropped a magazine on the table. It was a sports magazine. With Grace on the cover. In a bikini. With a full photoshoot inside. He smiled and said "Hey Grace, could you autograph it for me?"

The other girls were stunned but Grace just smiled and fanned the pages "Just let me check that the pages aren't stuck together....oh dear..."

At that point the eagle eyed training Corporal came over and picked up the magazine. "What the..." his voice trailed away. He rolled it up and stuck it under his arm, turned to the soldier and said "Fuck off Craig. Leave the girls alone." jabbing him in the chest for emphasis. He went. The Corporal turned and in the softest voice they'd ever heard him use said "I'm sorry Grace, you shouldn't have to put up with that."

Grace said "No, it's alright really, he was just having a a bit of fun, I'm sure he didn't mean any harm."

The Corporal nodded grudgingly "Maybe not but he's not the sort of bloke I'd want anywhere near my sister, if you take my meaning." and strode off.

Nora said in her comic voice "I can't help noticing that the Corporal pinched that blokes magazine and now he seems to be making a beeline for his bunk!" and they all laughed.

The Corporal took the magazine to the training Sergeant and said "I don't know if we have a problem but I just think you need to be aware. She's a flaming model for Pete's sake."

"Fuck!" said the Sergeant "I knew she was a looker but...fuck..."
   
The Sergeant took it to the Regimental Sergeant Major who took it to the Colonel. "Fuck" he said looking at the cover.

"There's more pictures inside, Sir." said the RSM drily, winking at the Sergeant.

Seemingly his meaning went over the Colonel's head as he flicked through to the main feature and just stopped himself from saying "Fuck" again.

He sat frozen at his desk "What on Earth is she doing here?" the Colonel asked hollowly.

"Absolutely first class recruit according to Bill here." said the RSM.

"How far into her course?" asked the Colonel sharply.

The RSM turned to the Sergeant and said "Bill?"

The Sergeant said "10 weeks, Sir"

"Right, so the milling is just coming up?" asked the Colonel.

"Yes Sir" said the Sergeant.

"I know that the Army, in it's infinite wisdom, has ordained that women can now engage in combat and therefore combat training but can you imagine the outcry if a picture of this girl turns up with this beautiful face all banged up?" the Colonel asked and getting no response continued bitterly "And this shit never flows uphill. No, I think we pull...all... the girls out of the milling. Otherwise we could have a PR disaster on our hands."

"With all due respect, Sir, my job is to train soldiers to fight not... " began the Sergeant.

"With all due respect, Bill, your job is to do what I tell you to do. It will be my arse in a sling over this, nobody else's." said the Colonel.

The RSM waved the Sergeant down. "Perhaps, Sir, we could ask the girls if they want to volunteer for the milling and leave it up to them. Nothing sticks to us that way."   

"Why don't we ask the men if they want to volunteer as well." spat the Sergeant in disgust.

The Colonel ignored him and nodded slowly "Fred, I think you're on to something there but I want you to modify the rules for the women as well so their faces don't get marked."

The Sergeant went to protest but the Colonel held up his hand "That's my decision Bill. End of discussion." 

Although things in the girls barracks room had settled down and Tanya was no longer so abrasively hostile towards her, Grace still desperately wanted a catfight with her. For one thing, the period of recruit training was by far the longest she had gone without a catfight since she had started. For another, Tanya's brutal sexiness and aggression as a lover was driving Grace crazy with fighting lust. Madeleine also had whipped herself into a frenzy at the thought of fighting Nora and no amount of fucking could quite fill that void. And then there was the fact that Tanya and Nora had admitted they wanted to fight them just as badly... 

So the girls were thrilled to find out about the 'milling' that had been scheduled as an introduction to unarmed combat and to test their fighting spirit.

They were lined up in the gym in their PT gear and mats were laid out on the floor but the girls were kept apart. The Sergeant approached them. "The Army is still figuring out how to introduce women into combat. This is normally an essential component of the recruit course but your participation is voluntary at this stage. You do not have to fight if you don't want to."

"Do the blokes get a choice?" asked Grace.

"No" said the Sergeant.

"That's fucked" said Grace "I'm in."

"I'll fight you babe." said Tanya simply.

"I'm in." said Madeleine and Nora together, looking at each other.

"Thanks girls. I really appreciate you stepping up." said the Sergeant "Now we do milling differently to most other regiments. We basically let you fight any way you like, fists, feet, grappling, no holds barred, I guess you can scratch or bite, pull hair, or whatever girls do as well. What you can't do is eye gouging, breaking bones or marking each other's faces, so no blows or scratching the face, got it? Now, which of you have been in a fight before? Grace, Tanya and Nora raised their hands. He was momentarily nonplussed by Grace raising her hand. But he guessed he shouldn't have been by now. "OK well you girls can lead off, Grace and Tanya first followed by Nora and Madeline. The men will fight without their shirts and shoes and socks, I suggest you do the same. The shirts only get ripped anyway. Alright, the objective is to defeat your opponent by knockout or submission, I may stop the fight at any time and award the decision, after 5 minutes I may stop it and award a draw or I may let it go on. Any questions? No? Good. Let's get cracking.

Grace and Tanya removed their shoes and socks and t shirts, revealing their khaki sports bras. Grace tugged at her shorts and raised her eyebrow, Tanya grinned and nodded and they removed their shorts, revealing their khaki sports briefs. The two well stacked girls hugged and Grace quipped "Hairpulling? He must be talking about pussy hair!" and Tanya laughed. They eyed each other smiling as the other recruits surrounded the mats and waited with bated breath for the collision of these two goddesses. Every recruit was glad they had made it this far just to see what was about to take place, including Madeleine watching her friend Grace anxiously and suppressing her excitement about her own match with Nora with extreme difficulty.

Tanya eyed Grace reflectively as she stood easily on the mats. Great body, she thought. Great fuck too, which Tanya would take full advantage of after the fight, which she expected to be short. She didn't doubt that with her body and her attitude Grace would have done well in after school catfights. Tanya had immensely enjoyed them herself but Tanya also had 10 years on Grace - 10 years of brutal bar room brawls and no rules street fights. The girl just didn't know what she was getting herself in for. These stupid rules were a nuisance, no punching to the face? WTF was that about? Not to worry, Tanya had a trick up her sleeve that had never failed...

Nobody noticed the Colonel and the RSM slip into the gym. Not that they didn't trust Bill, he was a safe pair of hands. It was more that they just couldn't stay away. The 38 year old Colonel saw the back of the exquisite Grace from the swimsuit magazine facing a slightly larger, strongly built girl with tattoos all over her her body, who he recognised as Tanya. Everything about her screamed rough, tough and hard. 'Grace doesn't stand a chance, maybe I should...' thought the Colonel.

Then the Sergeant called "Ready? Fight!" and it was too late.

Tanya, didn't waste any time, she charged and launched herself at Grace aiming to bodyslam her into the mats. Grace however took a half step back with her right foot and pivoted to her right as they made contact, literally breast to breast, using Tanya's momentum against her to turn her and slam her into the mats with Grace on top. A loud 'Ooof' was audible from Tanya before loud cheering from the recruits broke out. It surely was a spectacular start to the fight.

Grace slid back into a straddle and sank heavy punches into each of Tanya's breasts before Tanya, badly winded, got her hands up. Grace slid back further onto Tanya's thighs and sank two more heavy punches, a right and a left, into Tanya's stomach, then a rabbit punch to her pussy. Tanya cried out after every punch, especially the last one. Grace's attack had been so rapid and continuous that Tanya couldn't get back into the fight.

Grace turned and grabbed Tanya's ankle, lifting it with both hands as she rose and stood on the other ankle with her feet. Then she wrenched Tanya's foot skywards. Tanya screamed and banged the mat furiously with her hand.   

Grace let Tanya's foot go and knelt next to her "Are you OK babe?" she asked anxiously as the Sergeant hovered over her shoulder and she became aware of the wild cheering from the other recruits.

Tanya nodded and swallowed hard, gesturing for Grace to help her up. They hugged and the cheering rose to a crescendo. "Well I guess I was right about one thing" Tanya thought ruefully as she leant on Grace to limp painfully off the mats "The fight was short!"

The Colonel had a raging boner to contend with as he stood behind a fortuitously located weights rack and thought about Grace doing that to his bitch of an ex-wife. "Fuck!" he groaned.

Grace was a bit self conscious as the cheering for her continued. She hugged Madeleine as she came onto the mats for her bout. Madeleine said quietly in her ear "You're amazing Grace. I knew you could do it. I love you." and Grace whispered in return "Just enjoy yourself Sweetie. I'm so proud of you for doing this. I love you." Then Grace hugged Nora and whispered "Good luck Sweetie, have fun, we'll all be fucking like rabbits tonight." and went to sit next to Tanya who looked deflated after her defeat. Grace put her arm round her and whispered in her ear "I'm sure you'll get me next time Sweetie. I want to submit to you so badly." and gave her a squeeze.

Grace looked at Madeleine and Nora now facing each other waiting for the Sergeant to give the word to start. He seemed to be waiting for the cheering to die down but was, unusually, smiling good naturedly. He even gave Grace a smile and the barest nod. The two girls squaring up on the mats dressed in only their khaki sports bras and pants were certainly a beautiful sight. They were the same 120 pounds but Madeline was 3" taller, which showed in her elegant figure and long graceful legs. Nora was quite sexy too Grace decided, in a more buxom, slutty, tattooed kind of way. Grace loved getting down with slutty girls like Tanya and Nora and so did the previously painfully shy Madeleine, who had really cast off all of her crippling inhibitions. Nora looked quite hot with her short hair growing back in it's natural colour after having been buzzcut. Still too short for hairpulling in a proper catfight though Grace lamented.

Madeleine's scalp was shaved, as was Grace's. They'd shaved each other in the showers and liked the effect. They had also lovingly shaved each other's pussies in preparation for these fights - Nora and Tanya were already clean shaven down there.

That wasn't the only preparation they had done, Grace had done her best over the previous few months to quietly prepare Madeleine for her first fight without the other girls knowing, teaching her in the shower how to clinch and get a knee to a girls pussy. She made Madeleine practice on her until now she could drop Grace to the floor with a single explosive knee lift. Grace made Madeleine take them too and she was impressed with how much her resilience had improved. They found they loved exchanging knee lifts in the shower and Madeleine's confidence soared when she realised she could hurt Grace just as much as Grace could hurt her in a contest of this sort.

Grace also taught Madeleine the basic's of boxing, as Bronwyn and her brother Ted had taught her, exchanging breast punches and loving every moment of it. In bed they straddled each other and mauled each other's breasts. They went to the gym every chance they got - at first Madeleine couldn't believe the weights Grace could lift or the nonchalant way she could perform hundreds of sit ups on an inclined board. At first Madeleine couldn't do a single chin up but she'd been pleased and amazed at how her body responded to the training. The gym also had the wrestling mats but they preferred to sneak off and find a quiet grassy place to work on Madeleine's ground game rather than draw attention to themselves.
   
Grace knew she had done her best to prepare Madeleine for her first fight in the time available. As she looked at her now her heart ached and she knew she loved her in the same way that she loved Bronwyn. "Get her my love!" she thought to herself, clenching her fists.

"Ready? Fight!" called the Sergeant.

Nora, a victorious veteran of many "scragfights" as she called them and understandably confident of her ability to defeat the novice Madeleine, attacked by throwing punches at her breasts. Madeleine defended and stepped back but the punches were only a diversion as Nora dived at Madeleine's feet, wrapping her arms around her ankles and tipping her onto her exquisite derriere. Nora scrambled forwards to straddle Madeleine, defeating the latter's attempt to scissor her waist by holding her knees apart as she levered herself forward to land sexily on Madeleine's stomach. A stiff knife punch to the nipple of her left breast was the first indication Nora had that she was not going to have things all her own way and her own right fist, poised for a downward punch to Madeleine's left breast, dropped lifelessly as she cried out from the pain. Next Nora felt Madeleine's claws crushing her breasts through the flimsy material of her sports bra, her anguished cry being lost in the outbreak of cheering for Madeleine's comeback - support for the two girls was actually about equal among the 14 male recruits watching their struggle but they were all united in not wanting the fight to be over too soon.

Unable to punch effectively, Nora accepted the challenge to a breast maul and sank her claws into Madeleine's exquisite 34B breasts. Both their faces were soon contorted with pain or the exertion or, most probably both as they ruthlessly crushed each other's tits through their sports bras. The agony was writ large on Nora's face as she seemed to be getting the worst of it as her 34C breasts were hanging down and Madeleine seemed to be able to get a better grip on them. The Sergeant wondered if this fight wasn't getting a bit too sexualised but the sight of his Colonel watching unperturbed reassured him and... the lads were loving it...and both girls were fighting hard to win...and girls fought differently to men after all...so... 

He noticed Madeleine drawing both her legs up to bend her knees and put her feet flat on the mat.

"Good girl!" breathed Grace to herself as she knew what was about to happen.

Madeleine threw her body violently sideways, using the leverage from her securely planted feet and her firm grip on Nora's breasts to throw her off. But she stopped short of rolling over on top of Nora...and didn't let go of her breasts...as these became painfully distended and were wrenched free of Madeleine's iron grip by the momentum Nora screamed from the pain and flopped on her back. Madeleine swiftly rolled on to her knees and sank a massive right handed punch into Nora's soft gut, which Grace had identified as a likely weak spot in both their opponents. She raised her left fist to give her another one but it was caught by the Sergeant who said gently "She's had enough Lass. You've won." Then announced "The winner of this bout is Madeleine." to deafening cheers.

Madeleine shielded Nora from the spectators with her body as she realised she was sobbing heavily and asked "Are you OK babe?" Madeleine was actually shocked by the realisation that she had done this to this girl. That she, timid, gentle, little Madeleine, had just done whatever she had to do to win a fight and had hurt her opponent. She felt a rising sense of panic and shame...and...guilt about how good it felt...deep down in her pussy.

Before Madeline could reconcile these emotions Grace was there, with a water bottle, leaning over to whisper in Nora's ear. Madeleine looked up to see the Sergeant, unruffled, looking on, wisely letting the girls look after their own. Seeing the concern on her face, he gave Madeleine a reassuring nod and said "You've done nothing wrong Lass. Sometimes it's a rough game we have to play." and he shrugged.

After a drink of water and a brief whispered conversation Grace was helping Nora to her feet and Madeleine took her other side. Seeing the distress on her face Tommy called out "Three cheers for Nora!" and she smiled weakly as the cheers reverberated around the gym. Grace then called out "Three cheers for Tanya!" and again the cheers rang out and lifted the roof. Grace noticed a curious, thoughtful expression pass over Tanya's face as they locked eyes as she and Madeleine helped Nora over and seated her beside Tanya, who took her hand and squeezed it. Madeleine sat on the other side of Nora and put her arm around her shoulders and Grace sat on the other side of Tanya and took the offered hand in both of hers in her lap.

Tommy was squaring up to the next biggest man, Frank, shorter but strongly built. Grace loved watching men fight and this was a pearler. They brutally slugged it out for 5 minutes until the shorter man took Tommy to the mats and pounded him until the Sergeant again intervened to stop it and declare Frank the winner. A sob escaped from Nora. The girls all liked Tommy who was lying on his back staring at the ceiling breathing hard with the Sergeant kneeling next to him. Grace got to her feet, grabbed a bottle of cold water and extended a hand to help Nora up saying "Come on Nora." They helped Tommy to sit up, putting their arms behind his shoulders and handed him the bottle of water from which he drank gratefully.

Madeleine gave Tanya a hand up and, knowing she liked Frank, handed her a bottle of water and they went over to him still on the mats sitting on his haunches breathing hard and knelt next to him while he drank it down "Great fight Frank!" Tanya said quietly putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked into her eyes and said "My money was on you babe, you were just unlucky today." and she smiled gratefully at him.

Tommy stood up and gathered both Grace and Nora in his arms and proclaimed with a huge grin "Worth getting my arse kicked for any day!" and brought the house down. He extended his hand to Frank now standing between Madeleine and Tanya and said "Great fight chum! No hard feelings." and Frank responded "You too mate." Nora saw Tanya take Frank's hand so she slipped hers into Tommy's and they left the mats in pairs. Grace raised her eyebrow to Madeleine and smiled as they returned to their original position.     

The Sergeant was stunned, he normally insisted on a handshake after each bout but he'd never seen anything like this - he did however recognise outstanding team building when he saw it. Looking over at the Colonel and the RSM he thought they could see it too. His impudent training Corporal just winked at him.

The next 6 bouts between the men were if anything even more intense. The men fought hard, nobody submitted and the Sergeant had to intervene to stop every bout and declare a winner before the man who was losing was seriously hurt or knocked out. The losers all left the mats with their heads held high, knowing they had given their best and their loss being salved by one of the angels of mercy, Grace and Madeleine, who would take bottles of water out to victors and vanquished offering a hand on the shoulder and sitting with them during the following bout. Nora and Tanya just stayed with Tommy and Frank holding hands.

After the final bout had concluded the Sergeant stood on the mats and said "Well done everyone. In 10 years running recruit courses that's by far the best, toughest and fairest milling session I've ever seen and most importantly, conducted in the best spirit. Every man and woman here gave everything they had and we don't ask any more than that, this was the last hurdle for you to complete basic training and I'm pleased to say you've all passed with flying colours. Sir, would you like to add anything?"

The Colonel cleared his throat and said, to loud cheers "Only that the beers are on me tonight!"

"RSM?" queried the Sergeant.

"Thanks Bill, I'd agree with everything you said, best milling session I've ever seen in nearly 40 years in this man's army. Except it's not just a man's army anymore. The women here today were simply outstanding. I personally can't recall a milling session where nobody washed out. That's a credit to you all and to your instructors. In my opinion Bill here is the best training Sergeant in the Army and you all have the distinction of being his last recruit course, in orders today you'll see he is posted to A Company as CSM, where you will see him again very shortly. His successor as training Sergeant will be Corporal 'Windy' here, ask him over a beer why we call him 'Windy' - something to do with a mortar bomb and a badly timed visit to a latrine." The old soldier certainly knew how to work a crowd!

"Corporal 'Windy'?" spluttered the Sergeant trying hard to keep a straight face.

"Thanks Sarge, they say you shouldn't have joined if you can't take a joke. Great effort everyone. Great course. Really, really, great course, my best one too. I'd just like to remind everyone of the important tradition of buying your instructors a beer at the pub tomorrow night." to more laughter.

"Thank you, SERGEANT 'Windy' " said the Sergeant to roars of laughter "Bar's open everyone!"

Outside the soldier's mess was a marquee with the enticing aroma of a BBQ underway and a bar set up including a keg that two of the cooks were fiddling with, seemingly to no avail - Tanya went over and, to thunderous applause, soon had the beer flowing freely. She sent the two cooks away and soon settled in to pulling beers for everyone, with a liberal helping of barmaid banter thrown in. The Colonel, the RSM, the Sergeant and the Corporal all exchanged a bemused look.

Grace settled for a white wine and poured one for Madeleine. They clinked glasses and Madeleine said "Based on what Corporal 'Windy' said I guess I should buy you a beer tomorrow night?"

Grace laughed "Not a big beer drinker but I'm sure I can think of some way for you to make it up to me." she smiled at her friend "Sweetie, you were fucking sensational today with Nora, you made me proud."

"Oh, I just had a good teacher. I really want to kiss you right now, by the way." said Madeleine.

"Ugh I want you too Sweetie." groaned Grace and giggled "Just as well we have each other because I don't think we'll be getting our submission sex tonight. Just look at Frank and Tommy all over them!"

Madeleine laughed, Grace loved her laugh "You're all I need Grace. But I do have one request. Promise you won't think it's weird because we're friends but...I want to fight you."

"Oh Sweetie, I don't think it's weird at all, I love fighting my friends and lovers. Maybe we can think of a handicap to make it fairer though? Maybe some things I'm not allowed to do but you are?" said Grace.

"Oh, I don't care about fair." said Madeleine "I kind of just want to submit to you. And I want to fight your friend Bronwyn too. I know she'll wipe the floor with me but it will turn me on - would it turn you on too?"

"Oh Sweetie, you're speaking my language!"

Just then the Colonel approached them "Well you girls surprised us all today, you two in particular!"

"How so?" asked Grace challengingly, appraising him, deliberately not calling him 'Sir'. She actually found him attractive. She knew he was only late 30's. In particular she wondered what his mustache would feel like on her thighs and newly shaved pussy. Everyone in the Regiment knew he was recently divorced and living in the Officer's Mess. She giggled to herself "Fuck it, I'm going to have him. But not tonight. Make him work for it!"

Madeleine could sense that there was something passing between them and went to get Grace and herself another drink and did not return.

"Oh" he said "You just got really stuck in, that's all."

"Oh I love fighting" said Grace and had the satisfaction of seeing his Adam's apple bob "I got into heaps of catfights at school."

"Really" he said feeling like she was running rings around him "Ahem, er, yes well what I came over to talk to you about was the magazine article about you that surfaced. It seems that you've had some modelling experience and  er the Army is looking for a poster girl to headline a recruiting drive directed towards women and I took the liberty of putting your name forward and the Army PR people want to come and talk to you about it next week if you're interested."

"Fuck this is going to be easy" she thought "Obviously the sports magazine cover story was handed up the line by the Corporal. The one that shows me lifting weights in the gym in a sports bra and spandex! Fuck, is he blushing?" 

Aloud she said "Sure, I'd be happy to help out.' but couldn't resist adding "Hey, there's only been one magazine feature on me, which pictures did you like the most?"       

"Oh the one's of you on the horse in your riding gear." he said quickly "Do you really ride by the way?"

"Sure, horses, among other things."

"Now you're making fun of me?" he said stiffly.

"Hey, we both know why you came over here and there's nothing wrong with it. Frankly it took a lot of guts to do what you've done just now. To be honest, I fancy you too. I'm a big girl. Let's get it on." said Grace quietly, moving closer.

"It would be the end of my career." he said miserably.

"No it won't." said Grace "Not if we're smart."

"Said everyone before they got caught ever." he said wanly.

"If we get caught I'll take the blame. I'll say I was infatuated with you and you were a perfect gentlemen. I'm not like your ex-wife, I'd never do anything to harm you. Now speaking about being smart we've already been talking for too long. You've got a cover story with that PR bullshit but let's not push it. Tell me your room number and how to find it and I'll come to you at 2am. Flesh and blood, all yours, not pictures in a magazine."

He swallowed hard "Room 18, top floor, last room in the West wing, come up the fire escape, I'll chock the door open, the shade tree will put you in shadow."

"Good!" she said "Now circulate." and she was gone.     

 

Grace found Madeleine and gave her the PR Campaign explanation. "Oh" she said and it was clear she didn't entirely buy it but Grace would settle for plausible deniability. She thought as long as she didn't fuck up Madeleine would forget all about it.

Grace had always collected trophies. Before she finally made it with girls she had always competed with them over boys at school. Looking back she knew she had been trying to provoke other girls into a catfight over these boys because she was too hung up and worried about being thought weird if she just challenged them to a fight or simply asked them if they wanted to fuck. Bronwyn and her family had changed all that - now she just went after what she wanted - and still collected trophies! And she wanted this man. Older - that was part of the attraction. Damaged - there was something sweet and vulnerable about him. With an apparently bitchy ex-wife - imagine getting it on with her!

Grace thought it best to hang around until the party broke up and made a point to talk to the RSM, the Sergeant and the Corporal for longer than she had spoken to the Colonel. She hadn't really spoken to any of them before but she realised that now the recruits had passed basic training they were considered as part of the Regiment and thus their relationship with these men had fundamentally changed. The RSM was gruff, friendly and fatherly. The Sergeant and the Corporal, as she still thought of them, were highly complimentary about her leadership qualities and deeply touched her. Above all, they were all very nice and funny now she was seeing them in this new way. She 'worked the room' and made sure she talked to everyone, except Tanya and Frank and Nora and Tommy, who seemed to have disappeared. Which was good, because they became a subject of ribald speculation.

When Grace and Madeleine returned to the room at 9pm however Tanya and Nora were in the shower, so they joined them. "Thought you'd forgotten about us!" Grace challenged playfully.

"No, we owe you submission sex and we want to deliver." groaned Tanya, kissing her. Grace backed Tanya up against the tiled wall and it was on in the shower, both showers on full bore streaming water as the four girls gyrated on the tiled floor below. When the lights went out they towelled off and moved to the beds. Grace and Tanya  in Tanya's bed and Madeleine and Nora in Nora's bed opposite. Grace found dominating Tanya incredibly satisfying. There's nothing quite like sex with your opponent after a catfight. Grace made her worship her feet and legs and sat on her face for a long time. Tanya told her she'd never lost a fight before and now just wanted to be her slave. Grace realised she'd triggered a very powerful change in Tanya and she liked it. Really liked it as she revelled in her strong body working her over.

Then Grace and Madeleine swapped and she found Nora incredibly submissive and eager to please, she'd never been so turned on by her. At midnight Tanya and Nora, having admitted to fucking Frank and Tommy earlier, were completely done. They each fell asleep in their own beds.

Grace popped out briefly to put the girls washing on - this was something that she often did at night because the laundries were always free. When Grace returned she joined Madeleine in her bed, who grumbled about the "romantic interlude" and made they made love vigorously as they talked about fighting each other and other girls like Bronwyn. At 1am Madeleine finally fell asleep. Grace waited until 1.30 and then quietly eased herself out of Madeleine's bed, put on her PT gear and slipped out the door. Just as it was closing Madeleine said quietly "Have fun!"

"Fuck!" thought Grace "She's onto me. Nothing for it now but to brazen it out tomorrow." She went to the laundry and switched their washing to the dryer. Then she set out jogging as if she couldn't sleep and was going for a late night run around the depot. Certainly not unheard of. She ran into the shadow of the shade tree and checked her watch: 1:50am. She waited 5 minutes, letting her breathing die down, watching to see if anyone else was around, then quietly padded up the fire escape. The fire door was chocked open with a slim wedge. She entered and there was Number 18 with faint light showing under the door. She quietly turned the door knob and entered.

The Colonel, Hugh, was dressed in a silk robe sitting in an armchair with a whisky on the side table next to him. He was looking at her photoshoot. He rose quickly and came to her, wrapping his strong arms around her and kissing her passionately before throwing her on the - what else in the Army - single bed. He pinned her wrists, which she liked, and ravished her. "Ooh la la" she thought "I wonder how long it's been since his wife left." He desperately and expertly removed her clothes and threw off his robe before going down on her. He devoured her and her breathing was becoming ragged. She fought him for control but he easily overpowered her and gently slipped his huge member inside her. His powerful thrusting made her cry out and she bit her lip before he covered her mouth with his. Her hands ran over his powerful shoulders and rock hard chest with more hair than she was used to from the younger men she had slept with. Despite having had hours of sex with three girls that night already, she came quickly and he kept pounding her through so many orgasms she lost count. She slid her legs back and put her feet on his chest and he thrust deeper into her while caressing her legs and she moaned helplessly as he nailed her to the bed. He started talking about her catfight with Tanya which provoked a rapid fire series of orgasms from her until he finally bellowed and exploded inside her. He lay on top kissing her as his member retracted.

Finally he rolled to the side and she rolled to put her head on his shoulder submissively and stroked his chest. Unlike a lot of boys she'd slept with, he didn't feel the need to ask if it was OK, he knew it was OK. "That was really beautiful Hugh." she said quietly.

He kissed her forehead. "It was Grace. You're utterly incredible. Whatever happens now I don't care, I had to have you!"

She giggled "So, ah, you liked my catfight with Tanya today?" she purred.

He groaned "I've never been so turned on in my life."

She laughed and cooed "Well get used to it because, as I said, I love catfighting and I'll fight any woman that you'd like to see me fight." she paused and he swallowed hard before she continued "Including but not limited to, your ex-wife."

He gasped and groaned. "You'd like to see that, wouldn't you naughty boy?" she said as her hand strayed lower "Do you have any pictures of her?"

He exhaled loudly and reached for his phone. She watched as he held it front of her and scrolled through. "Oh you have kids, how lovely!" she commented.

"Yes, three between 6 and 12." he said tersely. "I haven't seen them since this bitch took them three month ago." he said, handing her the phone.

"Oh wow!" said Grace "She's obviously a bitch to do that to you but she's very beautiful. I'd love to get it on with her. What's her name, how old is she?"

"Margot is thirty five, three years younger than me and I'd love to see you pound her into submission as you did to Tanya today." he said grimly.

Grace scrolled through some pictures "Margot" she savoured rolling it through her tongue "Great body! Do you know if she's been in any catfights, Darling?"

Grace's use use of the word of the word 'Darling' in reference to him, talk of her fighting Margot and her gently stroking his manhood was certainly having an effect on Hugh. "No" he said in a strangled whisper "Not that she's ever mentioned."

"Hhmm" she said "Kind of looks like the type who would be up for it. Something in her eyes. It would be a great catfight. Who knows, she might pound me into submission!"

Hugh groaned involuntarily.

"Not that you'd have a problem with that either, would you naughty boy?" she teased "You're still in love with her, aren't you?"

"I miss my kids." Hugh said defensively.

"Of course you do Darling but how long were you married for?" she probed gently.

"15 years" he said through gritted teeth.

"And there it is." said Grace "You're the sort of man  who would have loved her very much."

"I did." he admitted as a tear formed in the corner of his eye.

"That's OK Darling. I understand the difference between love and lust and at the moment I'd say we're at the tender end of the lust spectrum. It will take time for you to get over her. But I love competing and I want to compete with her over you. In every way." she said as she rolled on top and took his now rock hard manhood into her mouth.  Then she straddled him and rode him home as he caressed her perfect breasts and legs.

"I'd say you're winning!" he gasped when they were done and Grace threw her head back and laughed as she felt him still inside her. 

"There's a wedding in two weeks." Hugh said at last "Mutual friends. Margot is going with her new 'partner' [he used the word scathingly]. Would you go with me?"

"I'd love too Darling but...would there be any army people there?" asked Grace.

"Oh no, different crowd entirely. It's at their place in the country a couple of hours away. Of course, Margot took the fucking car as well so I'll have to hire one - it's a beautiful drive though and it would be even more beautiful with you by my side, Darling."

Grace's eye's glittered and she said "Of course I'll go with you, Darling but no need to hire a car, I have Daddy's truck here." and bent down to kiss him.

They kissed and caressed and talked quietly until Grace asked "Darling, did Margot ever give you a threesome?"

"No" he grinned "Bugger it!"

"Not very attentive to your needs was she?" Grace asked rhetorically "Well Darling I'd love to compete with another girl in a threesome over you and it might help to solve an operational security problem that has arisen. You remember that girl I was talking to when you picked me up?"

"Madeleine? Who could forget Madeleine? So beautiful and what a great victory over Nora!" he said warmly.

"Well she's very smart and she picked up straight away on the chemistry between us and gave me a razz about it." Grace said.

"Oh." said Hugh.

"I thought I'd thrown her off but unfortunately when I sneaked out the clever bitch wasn't really asleep and she said "Have fun!"

"Oh fuck." said Hugh.

"Now, obviously, I was going to keep this thing just between us but, given that she's already worked it out, I'm thinking it might be better to bring her into the tent and offer her the opportunity to play with us tomorrow night. She and I have been fucking since the first night and I think she fancies you - but then I might be biased."

Hugh stared at the ceiling in silence for fully two minutes before saying "You really have a brilliant mind you know and...I love the audacious way you think." [and, dropping into army jargon] "I agree with your appreciation of the situation and recommended course of action." then added "Besides which I really want to shag her
and see the two of you going at it!"

"But wait, there's more" said Grace "She want's to fight me and if you're a good boy she might even let you watch!"

"Oh fuck!" groaned Hugh.

The alarm on Grace's watch went off at 5.30am. They had slept for maybe half an hour. They kissed passionately, desperately, until Grace pulled away and threw on her clothes.

"OK, so I'll get a room at the pub tonight and leave a key at reception under your name. All you have to do is get yourself into the room without being recognised by anyone from here. If the stars align Madeleine will also join us." Grace kissed him and was gone.

She kicked the wedge out of the fire door and left it on the carpet inside so the door closed properly and crept quickly and noiselessly down the steel fire stairs, waiting in the shadows at the bottom as her vison adjusted. She then boldly jogged out of the shadows to the laundry, put the now dry communal washing in the large laundry bag and carried it back to the room. The other girls were all asleep so she stripped off and slipped into bed and was asleep moments later thinking gratefully that, at this stage of the course, there was no roll call on a Saturday and she could sleep all day if she wanted to.

Having been burning the candle at both ends recently, even for a very fit 18 year old, Grace didn't wake up until 2pm on Saturday. She was delighted to find Madeleine snuggled in to her, watching her intently. They began caressing and kissing each other and inevitably wound up making love.

Having confirmed that 'the barbarians', as they privately referred to Tanya and Nora, were out, Grace enquired "So, how do you feel today, Catfight Queen?"

"Argh! I feel incredible!" groaned Madeleine "My body feels incredible, the pain in my tits is making me permanently wet and I can't stop replaying the fight in my mind and obsessing about Nora's body and fucking her!"

"Yes" smiled Grace "Your first time is always special and you never forget the girl you fought. I have to admit though I can't stop thinking about Tanya either."

"Liar!" said Madeleine "You didn't seem to have any trouble forgetting about her in the small hours of this morning! Go on, fess up and please don't try to tell me you were just doing the laundry, save that for the dullards at the other end of the room!"

Grace giggled hopelessly and said "It was fantastic actually. He's just lovely, all broken up about the divorce and not seeing his kids. My heart just melted."

"That's what I'm worried about girlfriend, your heart. It was an older man who broke my heart remember but he wasn't THIS MUCH older."

"It's funny you know, it's just not a factor when we're together. And don't think he took advantage of me, if anything it was me who made all the running after he stumbled over and stared at his shoes." said Grace.

Madeleine hooted with laughter "That I can believe! And I get it, he's fucking hot!"

Grace cocked her head "So, would you like to join us for a threesome tonight?" she asked "He thinks you're fucking hot too by the way."

The smile spread slowly across Madeleine's face until she finally nodded and said "You're on!"

After spending the evening in the front bar of the pub with the other recruits and their instructors, as tradition apparently required, Grace and Madeleine quietly slipped away and went upstairs to the room Grace had hired. Tonight was the first night they were eligible for an overnight leave pass and they intended to make the most of it. Hugh was waiting in the room as arranged. Grace had had a bottle of the whisky he favoured sent up by housekeeping when she checked in and he was sipping from a glass by his side as classical music played in the background. It was the best room in the house. Hugh slipped his arms around Grace's waist and kissed her "The Bridal Suite?" he mocked "I didn't know your intentions were that honourable, Darling."

"I can assure you that my intentions are entirely dishonourable Darling, I'm an absolutely dissolute and wanton woman." Grace said, eyes sparkling.

He chuckled "Seriously you must let me pay for the room Darling, this must have cost you a bomb."

"Don't worry about it Darling, that's what trust accounts are for." Grace said lightly before kissing Madeleine deeply.

Then Grace drew back and Madeleine stared boldly into Hugh's eyes as they slowly drew together and kissed. His arms around her were strong and his chest hard as she thrust herself into him and he pulled her closer. The three of them began to tear their clothes off and they landed on the bed in a wild free for all. What almost blew Hugh's mind was Grace and Madeleine wrestling frantically over him, literally over the top of him, delivering hard slaps to the face and body and tipping each other out of the bed several times and calling each other 'bitch' 'slut' and worse; the loser launching herself back on to the bed to renew the struggle. Madeleine managed to mount Hugh before Grace could get back to dislodge her so she sat on his face instead as Madeleine took him deep inside her. Eventually the three lay tangled together, completely spent and dozed off for a while.

Grace awoke to find Hugh and Madeleine talking quietly about her fight with Nora as Madeleine gently stroked his manhood back to life.

"I loved the way it was the two of you against the two of them: the two beautiful posh girls against the two tattooed streetfighters. I thought the two of you were going to get pounded to be honest, I think all the blokes watching thought the same. Incredible performance for your first fight too and you were just so hot kicking her arse." Hugh groaned.

"Well all the credit belongs to Grace, she trained me and prepared me for the fight. Without all her hard work Nora would have beaten the shit out of me for sure." said Madeleine.

"What prep did you do?" Hugh asked curiously.

"Hold that thought, we'll give you a demonstration." said Grace joining the conversation and moving closer "We'll just blow you first. Emphasis on 'we'."

After their mouths, tongues and teeth had done their work and after a brief period of recovery, Grace said "Right, demo. From the top babe, you on me, your tits must still be in agony from that bitch Nora." and stood up with her feet slightly apart.

Hugh watched spellbound as Madeleine approached Grace, quickly reached out to grip her shoulders and drove her knee up hard into her pussy. Grace cried out and dropped to the carpeted floor like a puppet with its' strings cut.

Grace flopped onto her back and lay with her arms spread wide before Madeleine mounted her and paused briefly before sinking a fist into each of Grace's perfect breasts, again causing Grace to cry out.

Madeleine sexily settled her pussy into Grace's stomach before gripping her breasts and crushing them. Grace cried out and began to whimper from the pain as Madeleine twisted and crushed her breasts without mercy for several minutes.

Madeleine slid back and took one of Grace's engorged pink nipples into her mouth, grinding it between her teeth. Then did the same to the other one. Grace was sobbing heavily by now but still made no attempt to fight back.

Madeleine sat up and rubbed Grace's stomach. Grace tensed her abs. Madeleine sank a heavy right and left handed punch into Grace's tensed abs, causing her to grunt.

Madeleine slid down and buried her mouth in Grace's pussy. Hugh realised with a shock that Madeleine was biting her there. Grace started screaming and squirted cum on Madeleine's face.

Madeleine wiped some of it off and licked her fingers, staring boldly at Hugh. She stood and, demonstrating superb balance, wiped her elegant bare feet one at a time over Grace's stomach and breasts before wiping them on her face. Grace took Madeline's slender toes from both feet into her mouth in turn and sucked submissively. Madeleine then sat on Grace's face until she came.

Madeleine stood up and went to Hugh on the bed, impaling herself on his huge member now turning purple. His eyes bulged as she rode him, looking down at him and smiling. Then she said breathlessly "Would you like to see us fight over you, Hugh?" and he couldn't help it, he exploded. She laughed "What's the matter big boy? More than you can handle?" and took him into her mouth.

They woke up in the early hours. Hugh and Madeleine gently caressing Grace as they talked.

After a while Grace said "Hugh, any chance you could take us both to the Wedding? That would really fuck with Margot's mind!"

He grinned and said "I'll make enquiries."

Hugh took the salute at the passing out parade for the recruit course, with the Regimental band playing and another 400 men drawn up on the square behind them. Grace's parent's both came, bringing her girlfriend Bronwyn with them. Grace took Bronwyn to meet Madeleine just before they went on parade. Grace was understandably concerned about how this meeting would go, even though they knew about each other, had commented favourably on pictures of each other and even talked to each other during numerous 3 way conversations. Bronwyn was also the least jealous person Grace knew and they had always had an 'open' relationship...still. She needn't have worried, they were all over each other and Grace thought they were going to fuck on sight in their barracks room.

Grace's elder brother, James IV, came in his Air Force dress uniform, complete with pilot's wings and rows of ribbons. Grace screamed "Jimmy Four" when she saw him and hugged her favourite sibling. The tall, handsome, blue eyed, blond haired 30 year old fighter pilot bore a strong resemblance to his beautiful sister and attracted a lot of attention, not least from Bronwyn and Madeleine.

Grace and Madeleine looked sensational in their tight fitting dress uniforms as they drilled on the square and marched past. It came as a surprise to nobody and drew thunderous applause from all the graduating recruits, when their former training Sergeant, now Company Sergeant Major, awarded the prize for top of the course to Grace with Madeleine as runner up, as determined by himself and his training Corporal.

Afterwards luncheon was provided outdoors for the recruits and their friends and families, Hugh and the other staff circulated. When he came to where Grace was seated with her family she was interested to observe the dynamic between him and her father and brother. They seemed to like him as did her mother. With amusement she noticed Bronwyn giving him an appraising look. Indubitably he was a handsome man. Grace had sworn Madeleine to secrecy on their affair, even from Bronwyn and he would keep his distance during this visit, which Grace was already finding hard. She was surprised by how fond of him she had become in such a short time.

They had dinner at the local pub where her father had booked rooms for the night. Grace had been sad when she learned that Madeleine had nobody coming to see her pass out so she had naturally invited her to join them. Madeleine had declined the offer of a room on the basis that she would return to the barracks. Actually Grace hoped she would join herself and Bronwyn in their room.

The food at the pub was excellent and the wine flowed freely for a very merry evening. Jimmy Four adroitly seated himself next to Madeleine and they were engrossed in each other's company for most of the night and just seemed to disappear at the end of the evening.

Bronwyn seemed to be spitting chips about it but when they got to their room she collapsed into helpless laughter. "He thinks I'm your girlfriend and she's just your friend! The poor sap doesn't realise that you fuck everyone!" Grace had to laugh. "Anyway" said Bronwyn "It's nice to have you to myself after three months apart."     
     
After they made love they lay together and Bronwyn said "OK, she's fucking hot, when do you think she'll be ready for me?"

"Not for a while Sweetie but you and I might be due for another tussle." smiled Grace.   

Madeleine returned to their quarters late on Sunday. She was humming, with a noticeable spring in her step.

"Well?" asked Grace from her bed where she had been reading, signalling with a thumbs up that the Barbarians were not about.

"Well what?" asked Madeleine with faux innocence before rushing over and hopping on the bed, kissing Grace passionately. "It was magical! Unbelievable. Oh, he was wonderful!" she gushed.

Grace held up her hands in a blocking motion "No details please, that would be gross!" she said trying hard not to laugh "You do realise that my sisters told me that Jimmy Four went through ALL their friends? He's a player babe. Protect yourself at all times."

"Oh" said Madeleine running her tongue over her lips deliciously "I think I've got him right where I want him. He's going to take me up for an unofficial joyflight! Can you imagine it?"

"I don't have to imagine, he's taken me up. Don't eat beforehand is my advice." said Grace then "Babe, you're not going back to men on me are you?"

"Pfft you can talk." laughed Madeleine and asked in a low voice "Nocturnal visit tonight?"

"No, it's too risky to keep doing it." Grace replied, kissing her.



Unbeknownst to Grace, the RSM had already spotted her once, looking out the window from his room in the Sergeant's Mess by pure chance, as she jogged back to her quarters, seemingly after an early morning run. He picked up her movement near the Officer's Mess. This reinforced a feeling he already had...   

The RSM had drawn night vision glasses from the stores and set up his Laying Up Position in his room by moving an armchair to the optimum position near the window and carefully pruning the shrubs either side of it to give the widest field of view. After dark he also walked over and surveyed the area under the shade tree, quietly removing some of the lower branches to expose the area underneath and reduce the amount of shadow from the nightlights that played on the area. He padded up the fire escape and spotted the wedge in the fire door. "Stupid bugger." he said to himself. Returning to his room he made himself comfortable in the armchair and settled down in the darkness to wait. Sure enough the light went on in the last room next to the fire escape. "That's where he is then." he breathed to himself. The old soldier knew he might be in for a long campaign so he let himself fall asleep, reasoning that if his supposition was correct he would have two chances every night to see Grace coming or going and he would rely on luck or instinct to wake him up - and the fact that he was always awake before 5.30am when he had previously seen Grace by chance. He'd now had several nights of fruitless vigil.

He just needed to know before he confronted the fool. He would never make it official. His job was to fix things before they became official.




By 11pm Grace's resolve had weakened. They both donned their PT gear and did the laundry run before jogging over to the Officer's Mess. Hugh was delighted to see them but like Grace was concerned they were pushing their luck. "Just a short visit" she said "Maybe an hour. If we vary the times and somebody sees us they shouldn't see us again. But maybe this should be the last time, it's just too risky." she said this knowing that she wouldn't be able to stick to it, her desire was just too strong. She felt like a moth drawn to the flame.

Their lovemaking was urgent and the consciousness of the risks they were running added a certain flavour of it's own. They finally left at 1am, jogging back to the laundry block to switch the washing into the dryer before returning to their room. Exhausted, they slept in their own beds. Something troubled Grace as she fell asleep. Something was different...




The RSM was awakened by something. He scanned the landscape carefully. Then, through some trees, a light went out. He searched his memory of the compound. A laundry block? He could see no movement. He reasoned that the light was probably on a sensor so it had possibly woken him up when it went on. Lots of soldiers over the years did laundry runs late at night for convenience. It provided a plausible, mundane, excuse for being out late at night, particularly if coupled with a run. "Oh you clever, clever girl." he breathed as he settled back into his chair. He didn't know whether he had caught her on the outward or return journey. He awoke at 5am as usual and kept watch until first light. Nothing.

Next day he confirmed that the building was indeed a laundry block with a sensor light over the entrance. Going back to his armchair he realised that but for his pruning the shrubs away from his window he wouldn't have seen the light - which was why he hadn't seen it when he spotted Grace the first time.



Hugh answered his phone, showing a Private Number that he knew would be Grace calling "Hugh, I know this may sound stupid but could you check the shade tree near the fire escape? I think someone may have pruned it. I definitely felt more exposed last night."

He said "I'll look into it my love."

When he strolled under the tree he noticed several fresh cuts. "Fuck me." he said. His tactical eye scanned the landscape for vantage points for a possible observer. The best position was one of a row of windows in the Sergeant's Mess. He walked briskly past and ran his eye along the windows, all neatly framed by foliage. Except one. Where it had been cut away on either side to improve the vista. Without going too close, the cuts looked fresh. He turned and was looking straight under the shade tree and at the fire escape. He continued on to the gardener's shed, where in casual conversation he elicited that now was not the time of year for pruning. 

At the arranged time he called Grace back "You are so clever Darling. Someone may have seen you on a previous occasion and was trying to get a clearer view. Let's not do that again. We need to come up with a new plan. I should have thought of this before but from tomorrow you two can go off base in the evenings."

The RSM continued his vigil but saw nothing. He checked the laundry, nothing. And the wedge in the fire door was gone. And he didn't have enough to go to the Colonel.

As fully fledged soldiers now, Grace and Madeleine were allowed off base 5 days a week from 6pm to 11pm and overnight on Fridays and Saturdays.

Grace and Madeleine would leave the base at 6pm in "Daddy's truck" and pick up Hugh hiking along the road beyond the village then repair to a suitably secluded spot where the picnic rug would come out.   

They drank wine and made love in the open air and talked - that week mostly about the wedding they were going to that weekend for the girls to 'meet' Hugh's ex Margot. Hugh was incredibly turned on by Grace and Madeleine's interest in Margot, constantly looking at pictures of her and talking about how they would get her into a catfight and what they would like to do to her when they did!

On the return journey the girls would drop Hugh, who had no curfew, in the same place to hike back separately, which gave him time to be alone with his thoughts.

The RSM didn't know that Grace had a car on base until he saw the girls heading out in it the following Friday. He had realised that they might be going off base but had been casually keeping an eye out for them leaving on foot, at a discrete distance from the front gate.. He realised straight away why he had missed the Colonel with his ability to come and go at any time. It also hit him that he wouldn't necessarily see Grace again until 11pm on Sunday. He assumed that Grace was just giving her friend Madeleine a lift to the pub. Then he thought...the two of them? Surely not...

The RSM went into the Orderly Room to test his theory. "Is the Old Man about?" he asked an orderly.

"No RSM, he's gone for the weekend. Off to a wedding I believe. He left an hour ago." said the junior soldier.

Then he went to the guardhouse and checked the log: Grace and Madeleine were booked out for the weekend.

"Fuck" he thought to himself.

At the same time Grace and Madeleine caught up with Hugh, hiking along with his Bergan on his back. He put it in the back of "Daddy's truck". Grace tossed him the keys and said "You might as well drive since you like this old thing so much." and hopped in the back seat to sit side saddle, thrusting out her shapely legs in front of her, saying "This is one of my favourite childhood memories, sitting back here with Mummy and Daddy in front, towing the horsefloat to a competition!"

Hugh put the old SUV into gear and pulled away smoothly, almost lovingly stroking the controls, saying: "My father had one of these, he taught me how to drive in it. You might not realise it but this old beast is an absolute classic these days."

They had a two hour drive ahead of them but before they knew it, pulled into the driveway of the Hotel where the reception would be held the next evening. They had dinner in the dining room and Hugh's friend, the groom Sebastian, joined them briefly, his eyes bulging at the sight of Grace and Madeleine but him wisely refraining from asking any questions about how they all came to be together. Hugh naturally asked him about his ex-wife Margot and Sebastian advised that she wouldn't be there until the next day and would be coming on her own without her new partner. He then volunteered that she had apparently broken up with 'her'.

This put the cat amongst the pigeons back in their room. The girls were excited that Margot was apparently at least bi and Hugh was quiet and self contained but the sex was explosive, even by their standards.

The next day they drove out to the family farm for the wedding ceremony and caught their first glimpse of Margot. Very beautiful thought Grace, blond haired and green eyed, very lightly tanned skin, 5'7" and about 150 pounds which she carried well. Despite a slight thickening of her waist and carrying some weight on her hips and thighs at 35 years of age Grace found her almost unbearably sexy. Grace found herself aching to fight her and dominate her sexually. It wasn't just because she was Hugh's ex of course, that added a certain spice to be sure but mostly she was just a very sexy woman. Madeleine felt the same.

They went downstairs from their room when it was time for the Reception in the Ballroom. Hugh cut a dashing figure in his bright red "bumfreezer" mess kit, complete with medals but it was the two beautiful girls accompanying him, in matching tight little black dresses with their short androgenous hair and bare perfect legs, that caused a sensation. Grace was sure she caught an angry expression on Margot's face as she turned away. Margot was seated fairly close to them and appeared to be seething with anger. Grace found herself getting very wet from this display of hostility and from sitting opposite Madeleine either side of Hugh at the head of their table and fighting a foot battle for control with her under the table.

After the main course, Margot rose and with a pointed glance in their direction, headed towards the bathrooms. "The dance begins." said Grace happily as she got to her feet and followed her.

Grace watched Margot enter the women's bathroom. She instinctively slowed as she approached the door, her senses on high alert as if expecting an ambush, then she relaxed as she saw Margot facing the mirror touching up her make up. Grace took the place next to her and, as their eyes met in the mirror, said in a low voice "Hello Margot."

Margot pursed her lips and said "I don't give a fuck who you are, little girl, or who you think you are but this is your one chance to fuck off before I kick the living shit out of you. Get your little fuck puppet friend and leave now if you know what's good for you."

Grace smiled, which made Margot's scowl grow deeper "Oh Margot, I'd love to see you try. I came here to fight you for what you've done to Hugh so I want to get it on with you but I don't want to do it in here like a couple of whores. I've scouted out a nice quiet spot in the gardens outside where we can do it without being disturbed."

"Let's go then." said Margot brusquely turning to leave.

Grace saw the anger seething out of Margot in the mirror. Something didn't track. Then it clicked. Grace turned "Wait on a minute, why do you want us to leave?" she asked. Margot stopped but didn't answer and Grace could see she was breathing hard with her fists clenched. Margot looked so angry she couldn't speak so Grace answered for her "You want him back."

Margot's eyes blazed and Grace couldn't help thinking what an incredibly sexy woman she was, finally Margot grimaced and nodded, managing a strangled "Yes".

Grace stepped right up into her face and matched her stare with quiet fury "The question is why? Is it just because you've broken up with your new partner and it's convenient or do you still love him?"

Grace's eyes bored into Margot's "What the fuck does it matter to you 'why'?" spat Margot with pure venom.

Grace said "Because I'm the girl you're going to have to go through if you just want to hurt him again. On the other hand I know he still loves you and he loves his kids. Fuck, I'd never have gone after him if you'd still been on the scene. Convince me that you're genuine and I'll step back. But you'll owe me one."

Margot's expression went through a number of changes as Grace spoke until finally her face twitched into a wry smile "One what, will I owe you precisely?" she asked curiously.

"One catfight. I still want to fight you, you hot bitch, just not for the same reasons. And I think you want to fight me." said Grace raising an eyebrow and smiling.

Margot placed her hands on Grace's waist and kissed her. "Usual penalties for the loser?" she asked.

"If by that you mean submission sex rather than just forfeiting panties then I'm your girl." replied Grace leaning forward to kiss Margot lingeringly.

"Grace" said Grace as they finally drew apart "Pleased to meet you Margot."

Margot laughed "I might have underestimated you, Grace. Let's get a drink, we have a lot to talk about."

"You know, you're even more beautiful when you smile." said Grace as they left the bathroom hand in hand.     

 

Hugh was playing with Madeleine's bare foot in his lap under the table while they maintained a polite amount of conversation with the guests seated near them. She had already pleasured him with it once. Grace and Margot appeared hand in hand and strolled over to the bar, rather than heading outside as Madeleine and Hugh had anticipated.

"Told you she wouldn't do it in the bathroom." pouted Madeleine working his shaft harder with her foot. All Hugh could manage was a grunt. The sight of Grace together with his ex-wife, with a little help from Madeleine, soon made him cum again, clenching his teeth hard to avoid crying out.

Grace and Margot sat at the end of the long bar, where a few people had already chosen to sit and chat. "Champers or whisky?" queried Margot holding up a bottle of each. "Whisky" answered Grace "Just like you're having it, with ice." she added. They clinked glasses and drank some of their whisky.

Margot started laughing "Fuck" she said shaking her head "I can't believe this! I suppose I'd better start at the beginning. Back in high school, just after my 18th actually, I got into a catfight. I lost but I loved it. I got into a lot more catfights, won some, lost some but loved every one. After the first couple I couldn't bear the physical attraction I felt for my opponents any longer and it just sort of happened - I started fucking the girls I fought. I thought I was a lesbian. This continued through my early years at university, fighting and fucking girls until I met Hugh. He is the only guy I've ever been with and I fell in love with him at first sight. I stopped sleeping with girls and I married him. I never told him about any of this. I genuinely believed that I had just been going through 'a phase' and now I had 'grown up' and left it behind. Then kids came along and they and my husband kept me busy and happy. But over the years we've been married I felt this yearning and it grew stronger every year. I began to feel I wasn't doing anything for myself and life was passing me by. Then I saw the ad in the personal contacts pages from Naomi. Well, you're bound to see an ad sooner or later if you're constantly scouring those pages looking for something different." 

She paused as Grace laid a hand on her cheek saying "You're really making me wet Margot. Tell me more about Naomi." and kissed her lingeringly.

Margot laughed "Well her ad gave enough away that I knew what she was after. We met and chatted and we went back to her place and fought and I lost badly and she made me her bitch and I loved it. She's the same 150 pounds as me but she's taller, in better shape, younger - and I hadn't fought in 15 years. I had no illusions about the likely outcome and I honestly didn't care, I just wanted it so badly."

"I hear you girlfriend!" shuddered Grace.

"But I freaked out. We fought standard rules so my face was ok but my body was covered in scratches and bruises and bite marks and I was moving awkwardly and I just felt I couldn't go home to Hugh like that, he's always been so kind and gentle he wouldn't have understood. So I packed the kids in the car and went to my parents' place, telling them I'd tripped over a tree root while running in the woods to explain my stiffness. The trouble was I wanted it again so badly and I kept going back to Naomi for more and I felt that I'd finally found myself again - that I'd been living a lie all those years with Hugh, that I couldn't keep doing what I was doing and ever be a wife to him again." Margot took a pull of her whisky and Grace laid her hand on hers.

"He was so decent about the divorce, he said I could have everything. Moved back into the Mess so he could give me virtually all his pay for the kids. Didn't even hire a lawyer, just signed the papers I sent him. So decent I couldn't bear to face him, even so he could see the kids. I was so ashamed of how I'd behaved I couldn't bring myself to file the divorce papers with the court. I knew I'd been selfish and it's all come home to roost. The kids are acting up, they miss him so much. The Grandparents are so exhausted they've even offered to help me buy a place so I can move out! And Naomi might be a hot girl to fight and fuck but she turned out to be a piece of work." Margot smiled briefly "So the last time we fought I let it all hang out and I beat the living daylights out of her and she didn't like it when the shoe was on the other foot."

Grace laughed "You must give me her phone number so I can catch up with her too!"

Margot laughed "With pleasure! So anyway I made enquiries and found that Hugh was coming to the wedding on his own and so I wore his favourite dress and prepared to throw myself at his feet and he turns up with not one but two gorgeous girls who are younger and prettier than me and so I'm sorry if I was nasty before. It's not your fault at all, what's happened is all down to me."

Grace waved this away "I have the same urges as you and I give into them too. I don't know how you denied yourself for so long. I doubt I could have done it. Were you going to tell Hugh about all that by the way?"

"No" said Margot.

"You might have been pleasantly surprised. Hugh fell for Madeleine and me watching us fight other girls." said Grace.

Margot stared at her "Well fuck me." she said "I never had a clue..."

"He was very excited about the prospect of me catfighting with you and the reasons are probably quite complex but they probably boil down to the fact that he still loves you and wants you." said Grace. "I suspect that secretly he may even want you to win."

Margot looked at Grace appraisingly "You're in great shape Grace, do you mind if I ask..."

"Five feet seven, 133 pounds on a good day." laughed Grace.

"Ha! That was me exactly before the kids came along. I've never been able to lose the baby weight and of course Hugh made me feel worse by lying and saying he found me more attractive." said Margot.

"I think he was just being truthful Sweetie, I think you're hot and sexy as fuck." said Grace.

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you Grace?" said Margot.

This was the question Grace would have preferred to avoid. She knew from experience she could get away with 25 but she didn't want to lie to Margot. "I'm two months off 19." she said.     

"Fuck! You're only 18! You have the beauty and poise of an older woman. I would have guessed 25." Margot swallowed "How do you feel about fighting an older woman like me, I guess you know I'm 35? I could, JUST, be your mother."

"To tell you the truth, the fact that you're older really excites me. It makes you more naturally dominant. Makes me want to submit to you. I've been having incredible fantasies about submitting to my girlfriends mother and she is 43. My girlfriend has been having the same fantasies about my mother, who is 50. We have a pact that we won't ever act on it so we won't kill each other." Grace laughed.

Margot laughed "I had the same fantasies about fighting older women and I did act on them a few times and I'm pleased to report the sky didn't fall in." So let's do it. I might be biting off more than I can chew at my age but I really want you Grace and I want Hugh to finally know who I really am."

"You won't be biting off more than you can chew Margot, you're going to win. We'll fight for real at the start and maybe you'll beat me anyway but I promise you that, if I have to, I'll throw the fight later because we'll be fighting over Hugh and you must win so you can claim him."

Margot stared at her "You'd do that for me..."

Grace nodded "And for Hugh and your kids. I'm not a homewrecker." she said quietly. "It's nothing I haven't done before. At school I always used to let girls beat me in front of their boyfriends if they'd give me another fight with no witnesses. That's partly why I got so many catfights at school, the word went around among the boys that I was an easy beat for their girlfriends who they were desperately trying to get into a catfight with someone."

"THAT'S the catfight I'd owe you, the second one just between us." Margot said and Grace nodded. "And you'd walk away from Hugh just like that?" Margot added.

Grace eyed her over her whisky glass "Oh, I didn't say that! Hugh's really been enjoying our threesomes with Madeleine. I like to think that the four of us could still get together sometimes. And er I think he'd enjoy a few rematches. "

"So would I" Margot groaned. After a while she shook her head. "That's an amazing offer on your part Grace but I have to say no. No more lying to Hugh. I want our catfight to be on the level. Win or lose I want him to see me as I am. And there's something else. I don't think I've ever wanted to fight another woman more than I do you tonight Grace. I agree with you - I could see us having a lot of rematches over the years. I want everything between us to be perfect and unsullied from the start. Let the cards fall where they may."   
     
The MC announced that the dreaded speeches were about to start. "We should go back to our tables, I don't want to be rude." said Margot reluctantly.

"Come and sit with us Sweetie." said Grace and took her by the hand and led her back to the table. Hugh stood up and bent to kiss his ex-wife's cheek. She turned her face and their lips made contact "I'm so sorry." she sobbed. Tears filled Hugh's eyes as he pulled her into him.   

Hugh and Margot sat quietly together holding hands and giving each other the occasional smile. Grace knew she had been right about them still having feelings for each other but the next stage was going to be delicate. It might be very easy or it could go off the rails. Madeleine gave her a raised eyebrow as they played footsie under the table. Not knowing the people getting married, Grace completely tuned out the speeches and thought hard, while musing pleasantly over the situation she was now in. She focused on Hugh, Margot had not been honest with him but nor, she was convinced, had he been honest with her about his innermost desires. As a result they had both missed out on something wonderful that they could have shared for the past 15 years. Grace wanted part of that something wonderful for herself and Madeleine going forward. She giggled when she thought what her mother would do: The formidable Claire had a simple rule for dealing with men: take their power away from them. Grace had seen her do this many times to her father. How could she do this to Hugh? How could THEY do this to Hugh? Oh this was going to be so hot!

Grace came out of her reverie when the speeches mercifully ended and the happy couple took to the dance floor, followed, after an interval, by others. Margot and Hugh both seemed unsure what to do next. Grace stood up and took Margot's hand "Dance with me sexy." she said in her ear. Margot was a great dancer, as was Grace and they soon lost themselves in the music as they let themselves go completely. They were attracting a lot of attention even before they started kissing. Not least from Hugh who was dancing with Madeleine. After a while Grace manoeuvred them closer and deftly switched partners with Madeleine, she wanted Hugh's focus to be on Margot. Grace kissed him and, over the music, shouted in his ear "Fuck I want her Hugh." Madeleine was the best dancer Grace had ever seen, very light on her feet and Margot really stepped it up to try and match her. Madeleine and Margot were soon frantically kissing each other and creating a stir. Hugh's eyes were bulging. Grace kept kissing him in the clinches and when she judged the time was right got close to Margot and shouted in his ear "Go to her Hugh," and gave him a push. They danced together with the ease and fluidity of long term partners and were soon kissing each other like the long lost lovers they were. Madeleine was all sexy and sweaty and coquettish and Grace loved pulling her close and locking lips with her. "You're a fucking genius." Madeleine shouted in her ear.

After an hour on the dance floor the music stopped and without anything needing to be said they made their way upstairs, Hugh and Margot holding hands leading Grace and Madeleine. They came to Margot's room first and Margot led Hugh inside. Grace and Madeleine momentarily held back but Margot turned and said "Are      you two coming?" and they quickly followed her inside. The room was the same as their own with two double beds. Again, without anything needing to be said, clothes were frantically torn off as they kissed and they tumbled onto the beds in pairs: Hugh and Margot on one bed and Grace and Madeleine on the other. In a repeat of what happened on the dancefloor, they changed partners twice before all coming together. Grace loved this style of orgy, being able to concentrate on one partner at a time while being stimulated by the sights and sounds coming from the next bed. Grace and Madeleine were almost overwhelmed by their new partner Margot, who was strong and aggressive with a voracious appetite to be sated. Grace particularly loved the feel of her her strong thighs as she sat on her face. 

As dawn was breaking and they lay together Hugh said "Oh well, I guess there isn't going to be a catfight now!" in what he hoped sounded like a philosophical manner.

Grace looked at him sharply, it was written all over his face how much he wanted it "Don't worry naughty boy, Margot and I will do it on the way home and it will be nothing like the fights you saw in the gym." she looked at Margot who smiled and nodded "We'll fight naked for sexual dominance. The loser will give the winner submission sex. We'll be doing it for our own gratification but it will add another dimension to have you and Madeleine there watching, particularly if you tell us how much you want it."

"Oh I do! groaned Hugh.

"Darling, I have so much to tell you on the way." laughed Margot.

They left early, Hugh and Margot in her car with Grace and Madeline following in her old SUV. Hugh nearly ran off the road a couple of times with what Margot told him. His groaning response confirmed what had become obvious. "Why didn't you ever drop a hint?" Margot asked him.

"I felt ashamed, it felt dirty, I thought you'd despise me." he said.

"I thought the same." said Margot "So, no more secrets?"

"No more secrets." said Hugh and after a while he asked, trying to make it sound casual, "Do you think you can handle Grace?"

"I honestly don't know Darling, I don't think she does either. That's what makes it so exciting but paradoxically it actually doesn't matter - we both get turned on by winning and losing. She's a remarkable girl by the way, I absolutely love her, a tribute to your good taste in women! You know she offered to let me win in front of you to help us get back together?"

"Fuck me" said Hugh shaking his head "but it shouldn't surprise me, she's like that. Why did you say 'no' by the way?"

"Who says I did?" laughed Margot and then after a pause "No more secrets Darling. I'm going to be completely open with you about everything in future. Speaking of which, talking about her is making me so wet right now." 

"And Madeleine?" he asked smiling.

"Oh yes! So gorgeous! And she won her first fight! She quietly challenged me when we were fucking and it got me off straight away but I won't go there for a while, it wouldn't be a fair fight."

"But you think it is with Grace?" he asked.

"Oh yes! There's something about her! Hey, pull in here for coffee and I'll switch cars, I need to talk to Grace about rules etc." said Margot.

Margot and Grace quickly got each other off in the ladies restroom and resumed their journey in Grace's old SUV.

"Phew" said Margot "I needed that!"

"So did I!" laughed Grace.

"So what does 'standard rules' mean to you Darling? Are pussies fair game?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely." said Grace "No holds barred below the neck except breaking fingers. Above the shoulder only open handed slapping, hairpulling and wrestling moves allowed. I like it rough and dirty."

"Oh me too Darling!" groaned Margot "How long till we're there?"

"About another 45 minutes." said Grace.

"I have a feeling we're going to be a great match for each other." said Margot.

Grace turned and grinned at her "Me too Sweetie and I absolutely love it that way!"   

Grace and Margot chatted in the car like two old girlfriends, neither in the least conscious of the 17 year age gap between them. They found themselves liking each other more and more.

"You said your parents were so desperate for you to move out with the kids that they offered you a home deposit?" asked Grace giggling.

"Yes!" laughed Margot "Obviously they love the kids to bits but they're just too old to have them under the same roof."

"So you'll be looking to buy a place rather than rent?" asked Grace.

"Yes, it's easier to buy than rent at the moment and with our savings, which he gave me by the way, and Hugh's full salary we should be able to get something good and give the kids a permanent home for the first time. Why do you ask?" Margot responded.

"Because I noticed a For Sale sign on the drive out on Friday and the house looked great and I thought you might be interested. It's so close to the village it could be perfect for you" said Grace.

Margot was silent for a while "Grace, you'd better stop being so nice to me or I won't be able to fight you." she finally said with a laugh.

"Oh ok, BITCH, we certainly don't want that! Too late anyway, we're here." said Grace as she turned off the road up a dirt track. After 500 yards she parked and led Margot by the hand to a grassy area in the midst of the woodland.

"It's the perfect place for it." said Margot looking around.

"And you're the perfect girl for it!" said Grace kissing her as Hugh and Madeleine appeared.

Margot broke the kiss as she slipped her foot behind Grace and pushed her over on to the soft grass, landing on top of her and resuming the kiss. They undressed each other frantically as they made love, finishing up completely naked locked in a 69 through shuddering, screaming multiple orgasms.

"Holy fuck" said Madeleine as she and Hugh tore each other's clothes off and he plunged inside her, nailing her to the grass.

"Phew" said Margot to Grace as they finally rolled to their feet "I needed that! My pussy was a loaded gun!"

"So was mine!" laughed Grace "But hey, it's not a crime to cum during a catfight. Making a girl cum is a legitimate tactic. Or, we can take a sex break if you prefer."   

Margot gazed lustfully at Grace "Wow!" she groaned "You're so fucking hot. This is going to be amazing!"

"Yes" gasped Grace "I want this with you too Margot. I just wish I had both kinds of hair for you to pull" she groaned " but since I don't I won't pull yours."

Hugh looked at them facing each other naked on the grass.

Hugh saw Grace, 18 years old, 5'7" tall, 133 well toned, shapely pounds 36C 26 36, literally a swimsuit model with a magazine cover to prove it, impossibly beautiful with her pale alabaster skin, blue eyes and sexy as fuck with her blonde hair just a stubble after shaving it off completely not long before and her shaved pussy with just a hint of stubble coming through. Ever since he had seen Grace in the magazine, especially lifting free weights in lycra, Hugh had admired the perfection of her face and body down to her elegant feet and toes and indulged in his long time secret fantasy, with Grace catfighting with his wife of 15 years Margot in his mind. Watching Grace fight and vanquish another female recruit reduced him to quivering jelly. Enriching his obsession with Grace was the knowledge that when he had first met Margot, at age 19, she had exactly the same measurements and was the same weight as Grace now. In fact Grace was a dead ringer for Margot at 19 and he wondered absently what a shrink would make of that. Hugh had been like a moth to the flame with Grace, risking his career to pursue her after Margot had left him. And he'd do it all again in a heartbeat.

Hugh looked at Margot, 35 years old, 5'7" tall, 150 strapping pounds 36DD 28 38 timelessly beautiful, belying her age with lightly tanned skin, stunning green eyes and long blonde hair and a lovely unshaved pussy. Hugh had not just been married to Margot for 15 years, he had a longstanding sexual fascination with her, with every part of her beautiful body. The baby weight she'd put on bearing his three children didn't faze him in the least, in fact she felt better than ever to him. 17 pounds and 17 years difference between these two hellcats. Grace should win, he thought, she was younger and whereas Margot was in good shape, Grace was sensationally fit. Having actually seen Grace fight was also influencing his opinion. But in reality he didn't care in the least who won, as long as they fought! He found it easy to forgive Margot for leaving him to pursue her catfight fetish. He well understood how repressing that kind of desire for 15 years must have driven her absolutely crazy because ironically, as it turned out, they had secretly shared the same fetishes and fantasies all along.

Hugh had only slept with two women since Margot first came into his life. Margot was about to catfight with one of them, Grace, and the other one, the delectable Madeleine, was sitting in his lap. 

Margot had been carefully studying Grace and the easy way she moved. She was lighter, younger and no doubt faster than herself but she seemed just as strong. Margot concluded that her best strategy was to take Grace to the ground as soon as possible and get her 150 pounds on top of her.

Conversely Grace had concluded that she should try and stay on her feet for as long as possible, wearing Margot down with well placed punches and running her around the large area available.

Margot closed quickly, throwing punches, slaps and kicks. Grace blocked and stepped back. This happened twice and Grace guessed what was coming next so she skipped left instead of falling back. This wrong footed Margot, going for the takedown - only momentarily but long enough for Grace to dance in and, feinting with her left, hit Margot's left breast with a powerful right hook. Margot staggered back and Grace followed up, tagging her with face slaps and breast punches before clinching and throwing a knee to her pussy which caused Margot to slump heavily against Grace. In one smooth movement, using Margot's own momentum against her, Grace pivoted and slammed Margot into the grass on her back with herself on top.

As Grace went to straddle Margot however, the latter got a hand to her pussy. Grace screamed and threw herself to the side, rolling over and coming up to her knees just as Margot scrambled over on her knees. Their hands locked up, fingers interleaved and a trial of strength ensued, which both girls found immensely satisfying. They groaned and struggled against each other for several minutes as their beautiful naked bodies strained and flexed and sweated but neither could gain an advantage.

Hugh and Madeleine shared a quick grin in appreciation of this gladiatorial spectacle.

Margot suddenly gave way with her right and pivoted trying to roll over on top of Grace and straddle her but Grace kept the roll going and they wound up tied tightly together rolling over and over in both directions, fighting purely by instinct. Their gorgeous shapely legs fought an intricate battle of their own, struggling for leverage while either attempting a grapevine or denying one to their opponent. Because Grace lacked hair and eschewed pulling Margot's, they wound up tied together mostly by the grip they had on each other's breasts.

It was difficult for the spectators to see what was going on and even Grace and Margot couldn't remember much afterwards in terms of what they did to each other but both girls were screaming as they fought locked together raking and clawing each others breasts like cave women. As the screams subsided to sobs Margot finally succeeded in straddling Grace but the latter savagely raked her breasts, dragging her nails downwards. Margot wailed plaintively and grimaced but dug her claws even more deeply into Grace's breasts. Grace was sobbing herself but hit Margot with stiff fingers to her left nipple then bucked strongly and threw her onto her side. Margot screamed as Grace's claw found her pussy and tried to roll away but wound up on her back. Grace reverse straddled her and crushed her pussy with her clawed hand. Margot reached up with her hands and scratched Grace's back for a few seconds but, with the agony written on her face, screamed "Surrender!"

Hugh's face was pale as he and Madeleine exchanged glances. She'd had to restrain him from stopping the fight by grabbing hold of him and reminding him that they had promised not to interfere and saying "we're a lot tougher than you realise" and "we enjoy the pain, it turns us on." Now she simply said to him "Watch."

Grace's shoulders were slumped and she seemed to be trembling as she sat astride Margot, who was sobbing underneath her. With what seemed like enormous effort, taking the last of her strength, she turned and rolled off Margot, moving to lie on her side next to her and shuffling in close, slipping one arm under her head and laying the other across her stomach and talking quietly to her as Margot's sobs subsided.

It took a little while for Hugh and Madeleine to realise that the girls had fallen asleep together.

Madeleine then decided to straddle a slightly disoriented Hugh and take his rock hard member inside her, getting herself off seven times before he finally came to his own shuddering conclusion. Then she lay with her head on his shoulder and they fell asleep as well.

Madeleine and Hugh awoke to the sights and sounds of Grace standing and rubbing her foot all over Margot's face, Margot taking Grace's toes into her mouth and Grace face sitting Margot until she came then noisily taking her in a protracted 69, after which they rolled apart and lay on their backs.

"Our cue!" said Madeleine as she went to Grace and gently went down on her.

Hugh tentatively approached Margot and lay beside her "Are you alright, Darling?" he asked anxiously.

In answer Margot reached for him and pulled him into her "Ugh a bit more than alright, I feel fucking fantastic, like I've been reborn or something. I'm floating on a cloud. I don't care about losing, it was the best fight I've ever been in. Was it good for you too, Darling?" she asked coyly.

He swallowed hard "It was the most incredible thing I've ever seen, way beyond any fantasy, you were both magnificent but...are you hurt Darling?"

"Yeah, I'm fucking hurt alright" said Margot "but it always looks worse than it is and this pain will be making me wet for a month." she gripped his member firmly and said "Well this bad boy seemed to enjoy the performance." she said as she straddled him, slapping his outstretched hands away from her breasts "What are you, a fucking comedian?"

In truth Hugh couldn't begin to explain to Margot how turned on he was by her catfight with Grace. If he'd had to nominate his dream catfight, it would have been Grace v Margot and he was stunned by what a tough, sexy and evenly matched fight it had been. He had been impressed by Margot's performance against the much younger swimsuit model and felt a little bit ashamed of the fact that he hadn't thought she would win.

Then they swapped partners and Madeleine came to play with Margot and gently rub some antiseptic ointment into her breasts, having just done the same for Grace. She also applied some balm with whispered compliments, soft kisses and some body worship of her own, culminating in her unselfishly going down on an exhausted Margot and extracting another screaming orgasm from her.

Grace smiled enigmatically at Hugh as she lay on her back with her knees bent. He took in her perfect feet, calves and thighs, her flat stomach and her full, firm breasts bearing the fresh scars of battle and her beautiful face as he knelt to thrust inside her. He wanted her more than ever - and it didn't feel wrong. Grace's screams of ecstasy soon mingled with Margot's. They looked across at each other and smiled. Then Grace stretched out her hand and Margot took it.

Some time later.

Grace and Margot finished and held each other talking quietly as Hugh and Madeleine carried on. Eventually they finished too and fell asleep on the warm grass.

"Sweetie" said Grace "I want you to know something. That was really special today, I don't always get this feeling but I know you can beat me. I sense that in you and...I want it. I want to taste defeat at your hands. The girls I feel closest to are the ones where the result can go either way and we keep fighting each other and I want that with you."

Margot laughed "I want that with you too Grace. This has been a dream come true for me. Today you gave me the best catfight of my life, it was just so beautiful and intimate with you and the pain was exquisite. The catfights I had when I was younger were all one and done. I never had a rematch. Obviously they were fantastic and I discovered that losing actually turned me on more than winning but I never felt the urge to go back for more and neither did they. Naomi was different. I'd never lost that badly before to anyone and she totally made me her bitch and I was...addicted to it. After 15 years I was well out of practice. But every time we fought I got better until finally I beat her, which she couldn't handle. Today you pushed me to another level and I fought even better than the last time against her. I know I'm still improving so who knows? But I don't care if I never beat you, I love being your bitch." and they kissed.

Grace shuddered and said "There's more: I've discovered that catfighting is a gateway to another world of domination and submission. My submissive side, my need to be humiliated, is far deeper than my dominant side but basically I am still what they call a 'switch' - I can play on both sides. I want to explore that with you. I was so wet at the thought that I might have to submit to you today. As I said before, just the fact that you are older makes you feel naturally dominant to me - I feel like the babysitter being smacked around by the wife for fucking her husband. I love being hurt and I let Madeleine hurt me and let me tell you, Hugh just loves to see that. There are so many games we can play, you can tie me up, whip me. After our catfight today I will do anything, sexually or otherwise, to please you Margot." and she leaned forward and they kissed for a long time.

"I have exactly the same desires." said Margot.

"I know" said Grace smiling "I could feel it in you when we were fighting, that's why I'm telling you all this. But I also adore you as a person and I want you as a lifelong friend."

"Me too." said Margot hoarsely.

"And no matter what games we play. I'll never make a move on Hugh, he is yours. I saw a beautiful man hurting and I've wanted to be with an older man for ages and the possibility of a catfight with the "bitch ex-wife" was the cherry on top. But I'd never try to come between you two. I actually have my future husband picked out but I'm too young to be tied down and he understands that - I have a lot of playing around to do." said Grace smiling.

Margot reached out and took her hand "Thank you for saying that Grace. I'm falling for you in a way I've never fallen for another woman before. With the others girls
it was all pure lust, Hugh was the only person I ever really loved. I see that so clearly now. And I don't know what I was thinking about the kids - they need their father."

"Hhmm" said Grace looking at her phone "Speaking of the kids, they also need a home. We've still got plenty of time before they're back, do you want to have a quick look at that house?"

"You're full of good ideas." said Margot kissing her and giggling "Besides which I really don't think I could cum again!"

They got dressed and collected the debris from the picnic things they had picked up on the drive there, folded the picnic rug and put it all in Grace's old SUV.

Madeleine raised her head but Hugh was still fast asleep in her arms. Grace whispered to her and she nodded her head.

Margot took her place next to Grace and she started the engine. Then Grace leaned over and kissed her "I love you Margot."

Margot replied huskily "I love you too Grace."


   

They pulled up in front of the bungalow with the For Sale sign. It was picture perfect and looked like it had just been completed, with a large skip full of builders rubbish in the driveway and piles of top soil and mulch in the front yard waiting to be spread. They got out of the car and approached the sign to read the description. "500,000" said Margot "We could JUST do that! 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, double garage, STABLES, direct access to riding trail and the river at the rear! Oh it's perfect! The kids can have a pony! And go fishing! And swimming!"

An elderly woman emerged from the identical house next door, the only other house nearby. It appeared to have been completed earlier as it's garden was thriving. The woman set down the tray she was carrying on a table. There was no fence between the properties so she spotted them easily and gave them a friendly wave and beckoned them over.

The woman smiled at the two stunning young women casually dressed with shirts tucked into their jeans though they both appeared to be walking stiffly, probably from a long drive "You two must be sisters." she said looking from one to the other and they both laughed.

"Sort of" said the younger one "I'm Grace and this is my girlfriend Margot who is interested in the house next door for her family."

"Oh bless you! I'd so love to see it go to a family" she said "I'm Mary, Mary McCluskey and it's my husband Bill who's the builder. He'll be along in a moment, I'm just setting out afternoon tea, won't you stay and have some with us?"

"That would be lovely Mrs McCluskey." said Margot thinking how nice it would be to have this kindly old woman as her next door neighbour.

"Tsk it's Mary love. Why don't you pop in and have a look through the house while you're waiting, it's not locked." 

The house was beautiful, the rooms were spacious and well laid out and everywhere there was evidence of solid, old fashioned workmanship. The wooden stables at the rear were a work of pure craftsmanship and behind was the riding trail and the river beyond. They walked around the other side of the house and concrete slabs stretched out into the distance. "It's a development" said Grace "On separate titles. They put down the slabs to keep the approvals current. Smart."

Margot said "How the fuck do you know all that?"

Grace laughed "My parents are lawyers and they believe in child labour so they put me to work in the holidays. It's amazing the things you pick up!"

They walked around the front and there was an old man of about 70 lovingly patting the side of Grace's old SUV. He turned as they approached "Is she yours?" he asked smiling "My father's." said Grace "He let's me use it. It belonged to his father." she added, suddenly feeling the need to add more detail though she didn't know why.

He sighed and shook his head "They don't make them like they used to, like so many things." he sighed "Mary said you're interested in the house." he said as they started to walk over to the table now set with tea things, cakes and biscuits. "But to tell you the truth I don't know if I can sell it to you - I got a letter from the finance company on Friday, I'm not even sure I own anything anymore."

Margot looked like she'd been punched in the stomach.

"What does your lawyer say?" asked Grace.

"Phsh I think he's in on it." said Bill "I smell a rat. The moment I get this house ready for sale they pull the rug on me with this letter and some bottom feeder turns up wanting all 8 lots at a knockdown price, that it just so happens will pay off the finance company but leave us with nothing."

Meanwhile Mary had come up and laid a hand on his shoulder "We've got to get a second opinion love!"

Bill snapped angrily "There's no money for that Mary, they've frozen all the accounts! There's nothing to be done pet."

Grace said urgently "Bill, Mary, my parents are both lawyers. I've had some training. Would you like me to look at the letter?"

Both of the McCluskey's heads lifted "Can't hurt love" said Mary "I'll get the letter. You all be sitting down. Could you pour please Margot?"

"Yes, I'll be happy to play mother." Margot said looking at Grace with a raised eyebrow..

Grace's brow furrowed as she read through the letter. After 5 minutes she said "You're right Bill it is a scam but it will be hard to prove who is being paid off. And the offer from the bottomfeeder is 350 per which adds up to 2.8 million for the 8." she said thoughtfully.

"Including the one we're living in." said Mary, her voice catching.

Grace looked at her "Mary, I promise you, you're not going to lose your home. My father is the real expert on this stuff but even I can see this isn't right. So we'll write the finance company a letter, which will slow them down and you can probably pursue a complaint against them later. But you can comply with their demand for a principle reduction within 28 days, unreasonable as it is, if you sell two properties for close to 500,000 each."

"I'm happy to pay full asking price for mine if it helps." said Margot quickly.

"But we don't have 2 properties to sell." said Bob.

"We do if we sell ours." said Mary grimly, bowing her head.

"Or you can sell the one on the other side of Margot's." said Grace.

"To whom?" asked Bob.

"To me. For full asking as well." said Grace "I have access to funds and a horse I want to stable nearby."

"But the house is barely begun..." said Bill.

"Doesn't matter. That's what lawyers are for, we can structure something with loans and options." said Grace confidently.

Hugh and Madeleine strolled up at this point and were introduced.

"Bill, I presume you have a site office here somewhere?" Grace asked.

"It's in the garage, Mary won't have the lads traipsing through the house in their dirty boots." Bill chuckled.

"Good. I'd like to email the documents to my parents so they can get started. They'll also need to talk to you and Mary to get instructions." said Grace.

"I'll be happy to pay them when the money comes through." said Bill. 

"Oh I wouldn't worry too much about that, they'll really be working for me." Grace smiled.
 
"So what's been going on here?" asked a bemused Hugh as Grace and Bill walked off.

"Multi tasking" replied Margot "Only women can do it! We stopped off and bought a house. Then we bought another house. All after a fairly strenuous day." she smiled.

"Cup of tea?" queried Mary cheerfully and Hugh and Madeleine nodded gratefully "I'll put the kettle on for another pot then." she shook her head admiringly as she walked off "Your friend Grace certainly has a lot of spunk in her!"

"She sure does!" said Margot looking at Hugh and Madeleine who smiled back at her.

There was a crash from the kitchen as Mary dropped the teapot and they all rushed in...

Bill led Grace into the garage being used as the site office through a side access door from the garden. There was also internal access to the house through another door which was open. Bill let Grace expertly scan and send the documents. She also left a message for her father then turned to Bill who was looking at her closely.

"Actually it doesn't quite work the way I said outside." said Grace "But I can make it work by taking an option over the other 5 houses as well at the same 500 per. That way we can take the finance company completely out of the picture and we don't have to worry about any bottom feeders moving in. This is such a lovely development I'm sure it will be a good investment. But I'd rather just keep that between us for the time being if you don't mind."

Bill was staring off into the distance "What's your last name, child?" he asked gruffly.

"Frobisher" responded Grace puzzled.

"So your Grandfather was Jimmy Frobisher?" said Bill slowly.

"The Second" said Grace hollowly.

"Yes" Bill smiled "I should have realised earlier - it wasn't just a ringer for his old car, it was his damn car! And I can see him in you! I served under him in the army, he got one of his medals saving my life and years later I built this mansion for him which I believe your family still lives in. Mary and I were at his funeral, I remember you as a slip of a girl running around. A finer man never lived."

"Yes!" sobbed Grace as she flew into his arms "He was why I joined the army. You KNEW HIM!" and he held her gently as she cried. Grace had deeply loved her Grandfather and she had been the apple of his eye.

Then there was a crash from the kitchen. "I'd say Mary's just put it together." Bill said drily as they rushed to the kitchen.

The ceramic teapot was in pieces on the floor and Mary was leaning on the benchtop for support. "She's..." she gasped.

"I know pet, Jimmy's Granddaughter." said Bill as he and Grace helped her over to sit at the kitchen table and the other's rushed in.

"Just one shock too many" said Mary. After a few breaths she laughed and said "All this fuss could all have been avoided if you young people would learn to introduce yourselves properly these days! If you'd said 'Grace FROBISHER' I'd have got it straight away."

Grace "I'm sorry Mary, I'll go shopping for a new teapot for you!"

Grace's phone rang. It was her father. "Grace are you with Bill? Put your phone on speaker." then "Bill you old rascal, are you still getting into scrapes at your age? Are you and Mary well? Look, don't worry about a thing, this is a scam. They've bribed someone. We'll shut it down pronto."

Bill, overcome with emotion, said "Thanks young Jimmy. This would have ruined us." and Mary bowed her head breathing deeply.

"Dad would never have let that happen and nor will I. I'll be over tomorrow on the ground as Dad would have said and we'll get a pint. Will you be around tomorrow Grace?" James III asked.

"Yes but I'll be on duty, unless I can get leave." she said looking at Hugh who nodded.

"See if you can, I'd like to take you with me when I go in to see the finance company. They are a reputable firm, they just have a bad egg working for them somewhere, so we'll get it sorted no problem." said James III. "You know Bill built our house years ago for Grandfather?"

"Yes, we've been getting acquainted." said Grace smiling.

"Well you won't do better than buying a house that Bill has built. Your mother sends her love. Kiss. Kiss. And all that." said James III

"Thank you Daddy. See you tomorrow. Bye." said Grace.

"Straight in the front door just like his father would have done!" chuckled Bill "He's a chip off the old block."

"He's not the only one!" said Margot smiling at Grace "Looks like we're getting our home thanks to Grace."

"We don't need the bloody teapot after all." said Bill "This calls for a real drink!"   

They went to the nearest pub. It was a very merry gathering and Hugh and Margot stayed until they had to leave to meet their kids and her parents, back from a weekend at the seaside. Grace and Madeleine stayed with Bill and Mary and had dinner with them as Bill, who had an exceptionally dry sense of humour, told stories about his old friend Jimmy Frobisher. When Grace drove them home, Bill sat next to her and said "I can remember sitting here just like this with your Grandfather so many times over the years."

Two things happened at the depot the next day that caused a stir. The first thing was that the Colonel returned to base in his own car with his beautiful wife driving and three kids in the back. After kissing his wife and hugging his kids he waved as they drove away then hefted his bergen and walked through the front gate.

The word went round like wildfire: the Colonel's wife is back! The soldiers were pleased, they liked their Colonel. But nobody was more pleased than the RSM who breathed a huge sigh of relief and said to himself "Thank fuck for that." He had no idea of what the fuck had been going on but it no longer mattered. It never happened. He went to see the Colonel in his office about some disciplinary matters and stopped dead at the open door. The Colonel was whistling! That had never happened before.

"Come in RSM!" said the Colonel brightly.

"Good weekend, Sir?" queried the RSM.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." said the Colonel looking at the papers the RSM laid in front of him.

"I might." said the RSM quietly but the Colonel didn't hear him.


The second thing that happened was that a magnificent big black car glided up to the front gate. The elderly chauffeur got out to open the door for a stunning looking woman in a formal but elegantly cut dark blue business suit. Normally she got about in fatigues like everyone else but even they could not disguise the striking curves of the former swimsuit model's figure.

Grace slid in next to her father in the back seat. "Excoriating, Daddy! Did you really stay up until 7am writing it?"

James III chuckled "No it didn't take that long but 2am looks like you're desperate whereas 7am looks like you're at work at that hour. Anyway, it did the trick, we're meeting with the Managing Director. They clearly realise they have a problem."

They pulled up at their destination and James III said to the chauffeur "This will take no more than half an hour Pete so don't go too far. I'll call when we're done then we'll go to lunch."

"Right you are Jimmy." said the chauffeur.

Grace inspected her father in his immaculate and obviously very expensive hand cut suit and straightened his tie. "Pete used to drive Grandfather didn't he?"

"Yes, he's about to retire. He was with Dad and Bill in the war. I thought it might be nice for them to see each other so he doesn't know it yet but he's coming to lunch with us." said James III

They cut quite a dash together as they strode through the marble foyer and were escorted to an express lift to the top floor.

The Managing Director, flanked by two flunkies , greeted them at the lift. "James Frobisher" said James III in his deep commanding voice as they shook hands "and this is my associate, my daughter Grace Frobisher." It would have been difficult to say which had the greater impact on the middle aged men in suits - the legal colossus James III or the mesmerising beauty of Grace. The flunkies were the Chief Legal Counsel and Head of Compliance.

Refreshments were offered. It was midday so James III asked for black coffee with a shot of whisky in it and Grace suppressed her smile as she asked for the same. The men in suits all had coffee sans whisky.

The MD handed over to the Legal Counsel who advised that further to James III's letter they had investigated and already dismissed the employee responsible for acting outside guidelines, they would be reviewing all client files within his purview, making a report to the authorities and had prepared a formal letter of apology to  to Mr and Mrs McCluskey which he slid across the table in an envelope. Without looking at it James III passed it to Grace.

James III then took a slug of his coffee "Well that all seems fine gentlemen, what about compensation for my clients economic loss and emotional harm?"

The Legal Counsel looked at the MD who said "We can certainly look at that."

James III pursed his lips and the MD said "Did you have a figure in mind, James?"

James III looked at him and smiled "Well no need to make a big deal of it, let's call it a hundred grand."

"Agreed" said the MD.     

"Then of course there's their legal costs in dealing with this matter, I'll cap that at 50 grand." said James III

"Agreed" said the MD without hesitation.

"Well good, I'm glad we could get this resolved so amicably. I wonder if I could trouble you gentlemen for a cheque before we leave so I can give it to my clients who I am seeing very shortly." said James III smoothly.

"Oh, I'm afraid we would need a signed Deed before we could make out a cheque." said the Legal Counsel.

James III said "Of course, here is my power of attorney to sign on their behalf." and Grace handed him the document from her satchel which James III slid across the table.

James III drained his coffee and said nothing further.

The Legal Counsel got up from the table and said "I'll just be a few minutes."   

He returned with the Deed and a cheque, placing both in front of James III who read through the Deed meticulously and then signed, passing it to Grace saying "Could you witness this Dear." He then slid it across the table, handed the cheque to Grace who put it in the envelope with the apology and said "Well thank you gentlemen for resolving this matter so expeditiously." stood up and shook hands.

As they walked out of the building their car was gliding to a halt. They waited until they were inside before they burst out laughing. "Oh Daddy I really enjoyed that, your best yet I think!" said Grace.

"The trick is pitching the numbers just right." said James III settling back in his seat "Go too high and they'll make you work for it."

They arrived at the restaurant and James III said "Just park downstairs Pete. You're coming with us, we're having lunch with an old friend."

Seeing the two old soldiers Bill and Pete greet each other brought a lump to Grace's throat. When they had their aperitifs and ordered from the menu, James III passed the envelope to Bill and Mary and said "All sorted."

Bill's hands were shaking as he held the cheque "What's this?"   

"Just a little something for your aggravation." said James III

"What about your fee?" said Bill.

"I'll invoice them separately." said James III and Grace realised he had never had any intention of keeping any of the 50,000 for legal fees for himself.

James III was a great raconteur and affable host. The restaurant was the best in town and the food and wine was first class. Grace realised that Bill and Pete had both known her father as a boy from when they had served in the army with her grandfather. They were immensely pleased that Grace had chosen to follow him into the army. Mary was thrilled at the prospect of three young children moving in next door.

In the late afternoon Ted turned up. "I've had this young man on the ground finding out how many times the bastard had done it before." explained James III.

Ted held up three fingers "I signed them up. They each lost a few million." he said.

"Not a class action but we'll give them justice." said James III "I'm sure the company will roll over."

A waiter brought Ted a plate of food "I had them put something aside for you my boy, I didn't think you'd get much of a chance to eat anything." said James III "and I don't want you fainting from hunger while you're driving us home."

The restaurant had actually started dinner service when they left. James III had ordered a limousine to pick Bill and Mary up and take them home. Then Pete and James III settled in the back of his car and were soon asleep and snoring in unison. Ted took the wheel and Grace sat next to him. When they got to the depot Ted got out and they kissed and Grace assured him she would be home for a visit soon.

Grace had a lot to think about as she walked to her barracks room. The last few days had been a whirlwind, with a fantastic catfight, buying a home for the first time in her life, uncovering a scam, all that she had learned about her beloved grandfather, the army and the law. James II had managed to be both a soldier and a lawyer and Grace meant to follow in his footsteps.

The barracks room was empty, the other 3 girls were out playing up. Grace removed her expensive business suit and hung it up. They had been allowed to bring a lot more personal stuff from home once they were through basic training. She was going to take a shower but as she put her phone down she noticed a message. It was from Hugh's burner. The code for her to visit him in his room tonight. She smiled and the tiredness fell away. He preferred her unshowered with the scent of the day still on her. Tonight he would get her hot and sweaty as well. She sent the coded reply that meant 1 hour, threw on her PT gear and went for a run. It was just starting to get dark so the run would allow her to approach the officer's mess in full darkness. It also cleared her head and refreshed her. She had to adjust her pace and stride as she ran so as to reduce the pain in her full breasts from her catfight with Hugh's wife Margot - it seemed impossible that it had only been the day before. The pain focused her thoughts on fighting Margot and her pussy got very wet.

Hugh grabbed her and kissed her passionately and tore her clothes off before throwing her on the bed. The sex with him just got better and better but had noticeably stepped up a level since the catfight between the two women he worshipped. He was like a wild beast. Grace thought to herself she had been right to take the older man as her trophy and smiled.

Afterwards he couldn't stop talking about the catfight.

Grace said "Well naughty boy, the good news is that Margot and I are totally gone on each other and we are likely to be catfight buddies for a long time."

Hugh could only groan, his member was swelling again and she started to stroke it.

"I also have a feeling that she will turn the tables on me at some stage. Would you like to see your young mistress get beaten up by your hot wife?" Grace teased and his groaning became primal. She straddled him and took him inside her. "Oh Hugh, I just can't wait to submit to Margot." and she got the early warning signs of him about to cum "Easy tiger, you cum before me and you'll be in big trouble." she cooed. Hugh gave a strangled gasp and then thrust hard and made her gasp.
He fell asleep afterwards but Grace was too awake now so she quietly got dressed and jogged back to the barracks.

One of the girls was in the communal shower. She saw Madeleine's clothes were on her bed. She stripped off and joined her, thinking they should make a movie of their shower scenes sometime. But Madeleine was crying. Standing under the water, head bowed, one hand pressed against the wall tiles. Grace went to her and gently laid a hand on her shoulder, Madeleine turned quickly, she was sobbing heavily "I thought he was the one!" she wailed "I really, really liked him." and Grace held her, feeling every heavy sob wrung from her. After a while she lovingly soaped her down gently while kissing her and Madeleine reciprocated and they shampooed each other's hair and put conditioner through it. Grace led Madeleine to her bed, closing the newly installed privacy curtain which Grace had suggested as an improvement to the women's quarters. She felt Madeleine's beautiful lissom body against her own and made love to her tenderly and gently. Madeleine fell asleep in her arms and Grace carefully extracted herself.

She sent a text to her elder brother Jimmy Four: "FFS J4 don't fuck one of my friends and leave her hanging. At least have the decency to give her a call. This message will self destruct in 5 seconds."

 

The next day they were passing through the front gate of the depot after a 10 mile route march with rifles and packs when their sergeant halted the platoon. "Frobisher, Grey, fall out and report to the CO." Grace and Madeleine handed over their rifles to other soldiers to return them to the armoury and dropped their packs on the veranda before going inside.

Hugh was seated in his office with the RSM standing beside him. There was something vaguely familiar about the man in civilian clothes with his back to them until he rose and turned to face them when, despite the bandages on his face...

"Jimmy Four" said Grace and then faltered...it was and it wasn't...his left hand was bandaged and he'd lost about a stone in weight and he suddenly seemed older somehow. Madeleine ran towards him but he put his good hand out to hold her off, allowing only a quick kiss on the lips saying something about cracked ribs. Grace approached and kissed his cheek "What happened J4?" she asked quietly.

"A mission went wrong and I had to walk home basically. It was off the books so I can't say any more. I got back last night and they've given me a month's survivor's leave. He turned to Madeleine "So I was wondering if you'd like to take that trip we talked about, your Colonel has kindly approved your leave." said Jimmy.

"Yes, of course I do." she said leaning forward carefully to kiss him again.

Jimmy turned to Grace "Got your message sis. Thanks for the vote of confidence." he said grinning.

"All I can say is be a better fighter pilot in future dumbarse and don't get yourself shot down." said Grace pulling a face.

"Hey, that's classified...I can neither confirm or deny. Officially I am still invincible in the air." said Jimmy.

"Private Grey, I have approved a months compassionate leave for you. I suggest you go and pack!" said Hugh smiling .

"Yes, Sir and thank you." said Madeleine saluting smartly before she withdrew.

"Private Frobisher, if you'd like to take some leave as well I'd be happy to approve it." said Hugh.

"Thank you, Sir I'm good but I might just take my brother to the mess for a cup of coffee before they go if that's alright?" asked Grace.

"By all means." said Hugh nodding to acknowledge her salute.

"Thanks Hugh." said Jimmy shaking hands.

Jimmy shook hands with the RSM also, who pulled him in closer and tapped his stomach lightly with the back of his left hand and said "Don't forget to duck next time, dumbarse!"

The shock hit Grace later that evening when she had time to confront the fact that Jimmy Four must have come very close to being killed. Probably more than once - when he was shot down and again during his 'walk home'.

She texted Hugh "I need you." and he replied "Come."

She entered his room and removed her clothes without speaking. He did the same. She lay down on the bed and he took her in silence. He held her and they didn't speak. Finally she mounted him and took him in silence. Throughout they stared deep into each other's eyes as if communicating telepathically. They lay together listening to each other's hearts beating until they both fell asleep. When he woke, she was gone.

Grace knew that when Hugh's family moved into their new home he would move out of the mess to be with them, he only remained in the mess during the week now because Margot's parents house was too far away for a daily commute, particularly with the school run to contend with. Although Grace liked having him close - and to herself - she knew it was the right thing for everybody that the family to be reunited. She also felt that maybe it was better not to push their luck any further on base.

James III had Ted as his point man working to wrap up the legal and financial aspects of the home purchases. Hugh and Margot's house was a straightforward purchase and was completed three weeks later. For the five houses that Grace was buying they used her idea of options contracts which were executed on the same day as Hugh and Margot's settlement. Grace thought she might have encountered some pushback from her parents about using her trust fund to make these purchases but they were actually enthusiastic, they thought she was making a good investment.

Bill and Mary were now able to do what they had previously planned and retain one house to rent out in their retirement - with the hope that their son and his family might one day move back into the area. So no 'bottomfeeders' would be able to obtain a foothold in their little community. Which was unique as, due to changed planning controls, no other houses would ever be allowed nearby. The old builder had made a shrewd decision when he snapped up the site.

On the basis of the options contracts Grace released substantial funds to Bill which, in addition to the settlement, not only allowed him to pay down his expensive construction loan but also to complete the last 6 houses much faster - Bill knew plenty of 'good lads' hungry for work. When she released the funds Bill told Grace he would have her house finished in another 8 weeks. It seemed very fast to Grace so she rang Ted, with his experience in construction and familiarity with the site and the plans, and asked him what he thought. He agreed it seemed fast but said he'd call back. When he did he pointed out that Bill had already built two identical houses and knew exactly what was involved, that the foundations and slabs for her house were already down and the brickwork now completed, so that with enough men and a good builder on site who could coordinate the trades, yes, it could be done. Grace was thrilled. Ted also told her that the time could have been even less but for the extraordinary quality of construction and admitted that he had learned a lot from studying the houses that had already been built. "Nobody builds like this any more, literally nobody." he said.

The options contracts included a clause giving Grace the right to substitute another purchaser. This came in handy when Jimmy Four and Madeleine returned a week later, with Madeleine sporting a large engagement ring, and enquired about the house next to Grace. Then, having been impressed by their daughter's new home, Margot's parents decided they wanted to downsize and be closer, but not too close, to their grandchildren. So in the end Grace bought three houses rather than five but she only needed two.

Grace asked Bill about modifying the design of the stables of the last house in the row keeping the same overall external profile but deleting the windows and doors except for the rear access door and eliminating the vertical support posts and internal fittings to create a large unencumbered area and installing air conditioning. She smiled when he said it would be no problem. She told him she had something else in mind for that space...

Grace had missed Madeleine the past month and was curious about how her engagement to her brother Jimmy Four would affect their relationship going forward. After Grace had helped her unpack she changed out of her fatigues into casual clothes like Madeleine was wearing and they went to the pub to find a quiet corner where they could talk. They took their gin and tonics to a small table outside in the beer garden and brought each other up to date, finally getting down to the important stuff.

"I told Jimmy upfront that I was bi and we were lovers" said Madeleine taking a pull on her drink "and I told him about the milling, that we had to fight other girls hand to hand as part of our training, to see what his reaction was...I told him neither of us had been in a fight before and we had to fight a pair of rough scrubbers but we beat them."

"What was his reaction?" asked Grace curiously.

"He just laughed and said you had to do all sorts of dirty jobs in the military. I'm sure he was referring to that shit show they sent him on but he still won't talk about it. He didn't show any excitement about the idea of women catfighting. I wouldn't have gone there without talking to you first but I don't think I will now. He said he's cool with me being with women, including you, when he's not around as long as I didn't fuck around with men." said Madeleine.

"Thank you" said Grace "That was clever of you using the milling to test the waters but I don't know that I want my brother knowing all about my fetishes so I'm glad you didn't go further. So what are you going to do?"

"I don't want to lie to Jimmy but he's given me permission to fuck around with women and as far as I'm concerned fucking around includes catfighting" Grace smiled at this and raised her glass "But I can't be with Hugh any more obviously." finished Madeleine.

"We talked about it and he knows that already." said Grace.

"I don't think I can even be naked around him catfighting or watching a catfight or at an orgy where we don't touch." said Madeleine.

"Yeah, trust me, he knows that too, he said he wouldn't like to see any of us doing those things if there was another man there." said Grace.

"But what about you, Grace? Doesn't this fuck things up for you?" asked Madeleine.

"No girlfriend, not at all. If you'd told me I could never sleep with you again I'd have been devastated but we can work with this. My round!" she said getting up from the table and gathering their empty glasses to go to the bar.

When she returned Madeleine was on her feet and there was shouting coming from the far corner of the beer garden.

"Two boys from the regiment getting hassled." said Madeleine as Grace put the drinks down.

There was an unwritten law that required them to stand by their fellow soldiers in these circumstances and without exchanging a word they moved to where the commotion was taking place. For all her experience in arranged catfights by this time, Grace had never been in a street fight or bar brawl and her spirits lifted when two other figures detached themselves from the shadows on their right and moved towards the increasingly noisy confrontation. Her spirits lifted even further when she recognised them as their own CSM Bill and his long time sidekick Sergeant 'Windy'. Both were qualified unarmed combat instructors and she had been taking the voluntary evening classes that they and others ran at the depot. Seeing them out of the corner of his eye the CSM said quietly "Stay back girls, leave this to Windy and me. If it goes south get the fuck out."

Sitting at a table with half empty pint glasses in front of them were two boys from the recruit course. Although off duty soldiers never went to the pub in uniform so as not to attract unwelcome attention, their haircuts normally gave them away. They were in a bad tactical position, surrounded by about a dozen louts, not local boys but blow ins of some description, possibly a football team. They were mostly big and in their early twenties as far as Grace could tell. There were also three girls at the back of the group and when they saw Grace and Madeleine on the left of Bill and Windy they moved to the side to face them. The challenge was clear and Grace nodded to the biggest girl, about 5'9" 160 pounds, opposite her to acknowledge it: if it kicks off, it's you and me. At the same time she marked the girl in the middle, about 5'7" 140 pounds. Grace decided she would feint at the girl in front of her but try to take out the girl in the middle from the side to protect Madeleine. She barely noticed the third girl on the end but noted with relief that she seemed smaller than the other two, about Madeleines 120 pounds. The three girls opposite seemed slutty and soft rather than genuinely hard and had clearly been drinking for a while. Grace was glad that she and Madeleine were both wearing comfortable, sturdy leather boots with their shirts and jeans. All this took Grace about a second to process.

Bill stopped and stood easily with his hands loose by his sides in front of the obvious leader of the pack who had moved forward to confront him and who stood about 4" taller than Bill and probably outweighed him by 40 pounds. "These soldier boys say they're not allowed to fight." he sneered.

"That's right!" bawled Bill in his gravelly parade ground voice that startled everyone including Grace and the leader of the pack who instinctively reared his head back. "And I'm the one who gives them those orders! JONES, WARD, GET OVER HERE NOW!" he bawled as if projecting his Sergeant-Major's voice across the length of the parade ground.

Accustomed to obeying orders given like that instantly, the two soldiers jumped to their feet and doubled through the gaps in the pack surrounding them to stand on Bill's right; now standing as part of a line facing the enemy, as Grace thought of them, rather than sitting down surrounded by them. The enemy had been taken totally by surprise and the followers had hesitated to act without orders and the leader had turned only in time to see the two soldiers slipping through the cordon. Grace marvelled at the masterly way that Bill had rescued his men and improved their tactical position. Seeing Bill now supported on his right and the girls still standing on the left facing the three scrubbers opposite, Windy moved half a step to the left to even up the gaps between himself and Grace and Bill, subtly signalling that he was preparing for battle.

Trying to keep command of the situation Bill said "We're leaving now. DO NOT attempt to follow us."

However the leader of the pack said "What's the matter old man, are you afraid?" and edged forward, the rest of the pack followed his lead and everyone could feel it was kicking off.

Sensing this Bill said "Fuck son, afraid of a punk like you? That'll be the day. What say you call off the wild dogs off and we go at, just you and me."

But the leader of the pack said "I don't think so, soldier boy." and surged forward. Bill dropped him with a straight blow to the sternum but the rest of the pack had followed and it was on.

The three girls opposite came at them, Grace faced the big girl on the right but watched the one in the middle out of the corner of her eye. As she half expected, the one in front propped and the one in the middle came on, hands raised to grapple with her, no doubt so her friend could deliver the coup de grace. Grace turned to her left and hit the incoming girl in the throat with a straight right which dropped her noiselessly to the floor. Then she spun and hit the big girl with her left elbow as she came in, making contact with the side of her jaw and stopping her in her tracks. Grace then delivered a full blooded kick to her pussy with the toe of her boot and the big girl flopped forward onto the floor on her face.

Moving back a couple of steps Grace scanned left in time to see Madeleine, holding down the head of the girl on the left with both hands in her hair, drive her knee up into her face and then letting her sag to the floor.

Scanning right Grace saw four more of the enemy on the floor in addition to their leader, several running out the back gate to the carpark, and Bill and Windy advancing on two who had been fighting with the boys on the right but had drawn back when they saw the tornado approaching and now turned and bolted after their mates. Bill and Windy and the girls went to the two boys, nowhere near the size of the men they had been fighting but still on their feet, albeit Bobby had a bloody nose and Tom had a cut lip and a bump over his eye that would no doubt swell up handily.

"Good lads!" said Bill warmly "You secured the right flank! Now, can you move? We've got to get out of here before the Police arrive. They can't touch us in barracks." he said as he started to propel the boys, obviously still in shock, towards the gate that led to the back lane "Right, Windy you lead them back. Girls, lend a hand, one of the lads each, make it look like you're lovebirds, 20 yards separation. Tactical awareness, be alert for lights and sirens and anybody who might see you. Watch for escape routes. Walk fast but don't run unless you're in sight of the gate and the Police are behind you. I'll bring up the rear."

Windy left without a word. Grace got her arm around Bobby and he put his over her shoulder. "Right, go!" said Bill tapping Grace on the back. He turned to Madeleine and Tom "You know what to do. I'll just square the publican then I'll catch you up. Right, go!" 

The depot was normally only 5 minutes walk away but the girls soon realised that Bobby and Tom, leaning on them both, were struggling to keep up the pace and Tom was limping, it seemed like they'd had a tough fight each against their bigger opponents. But no doubt nothing like the kicking they would have received  if the others hadn't intervened. Madeleine heard Bill jog up behind them and stop a distance behind. She didn't look around, just focused on supporting Tom and keeping him moving as fast as he could.

They all heaved a huge sigh of relief as the main gate came into sight. Bill jogged past them all to the guard house as the massive steel gate swung open and he started talking to the two soldiers on guard duty. Windy jogged back to Madeleine and helped her with Tom. "Go straight on to the Sergeants Mess." Bill told them as they passed. They all felt enormous relief as they heard the gate clang shut behind them.

Windy jogged up to the keypad on the door to let them all into the ante room of the Sergeants Mess. Bobby and Tom flopped onto sofas and the girls stayed with them "Is there a first aid kit handy Sarge?" Madeleine asked Windy.

"Better!" he replied as he disappeared through a doorway "A combat medic. Which seems appropriate somehow. Sit tight." returning a few minutes later with a grey haired Sergeant they both recognised carrying a large bag full of medical supplies who started tending to the two boys.

Bill then appeared "Right, listen up you lot, the lads on the gate have fixed the log so it shows us all back at least half an hour before the fracas kicked off. It shows us returning in three pairs at different times. None of us went to the pub. I've squared the publican and he and his wife will say that our group were not soldiers and he's never seen us before."

"But I thought you said we were safe when we got back here Sarge?" said Bobby confused.

"We are for the time being but the cops may be forced to pursue it - there were just so many of them Windy and I were forced to disable some of them and those girls on the floor when we left didn't look in good shape either [he smiled at Grace and Madeleine and shook his head ] - even though I told you girls to fuck off, Windy didn't need those slappers jumping on his back so I'm glad you stayed. However, the army doesn't like this shit but what they do like is plausible deniability so that's what we're going to give them. Now, what happened tonight was nobody's fault and you all did well, fucking well actually but now it's time for you girls to go back to your barracks. Windy and Bones will look after the boys and I have to go and wake the RSM. All right. Let's get cracking."

On an impulse Grace kissed Bobby on the lips before she left and seeing this, Madeleine kissed Tom.

After the door closed behind them Sergeant 'Bones' drily observed "Well there lads, I'll bet that was worth a little kicking."

Bill roused the RSM and rapidly briefed him as he got dressed in fatigues and then made coffee for them both in the lounge. The RSM's phone rang. "The cops are at the gate. I won't ring the Old Man, nothing he can do tonight that I can't." the RSM said and continued talking to Bill for 10 minutes before going out to the gate.

A police car was parked in front of the gate with it's lights flashing. Three uniformed Police stood outside, the leader a Sergeant.

"Evening Sergeant" said the RSM pleasantly "What can I do for you?"

The Sergeant gave him a look that indicated he thought the RSM knew very well what this was about "Perhaps you could let us in and we could talk about it?" said the Sergeant.

"Oh I'm afraid there is no one here at the moment with the authority to approve that, it's well above my pay grade." the RSM lied smoothly. There were several Majors and Captains, including the Adjutant, asleep in the Officers Mess who would have disagreed with what the RSM had said but would no doubt be grateful to him for saying it.

"Well can you get somebody here who can approve it." asked the Sergeant with an edge creeping into his voice.   

"Perhaps if you could tell me what this is all about?" asked the RSM smiling benignly.

"Basically four of your lads and two girls kicked the living shit out of five other lads and three girls at the pub for no apparent reason. They are all at the hospital now. This is a serious matter and I mean to pursue it." said the Sergeant firmly. "If I can talk to your lads I can hear their side of the story and I might be able to help them."

The RSM nearly smiled at that one. "So Sergeant, were these lads in uniform?" he asked innocently.

"Don't come the old soldier with me mate, you know good and bloody well they wouldn't have been in uniform. One of your lads told the other party they were soldiers." said the Sergeant.

"Oh, so you only have THEIR word for that." commented the RSM. "And what makes you think they were OUR lads, plenty of other bases nearby they could have come from?"

"They were seen returning here, a group of four lads and two girls with short hair. You have female soldiers now, don't you RSM, or were you hoping I didn't know that? These two will be hard to miss from what I've heard." said the Sergeant smirking.

The RSM was virtually certain the Sergeant was lying about them being seen returning to the base from what Bill had told him but he had hoped that the cop wouldn't have realised that the girls were soldiers and not girlfriends.

"So, a group of four men and two women came through the gates together at what time, Sergeant?" said the RSM strolling over to the Guard House and saying "The Gate Log, please Corporal." and scanning the open page before looking over it at the Sergeant.

"After 10.30" said the Sergeant after a pause.

"Your eye witness a bit hazy on the time, was he?" shot the RSM and the Sergeant pursed his lips.

"Honestly, Sergeant, just to save you from wasting your time, the log shows nobody returning around that time." said the RSM.

"Could I see the log please?" said the Sergeant putting his hand through the vertical steel bars.

"I'm afraid not." said the RSM snapping it closed and smiling "Above my pay grade."

"Well can you get the man here? said the Sergeant raising his voice "This is an active investigation!"

"Of what?" responded the RSM "I'm sorry Sergeant, I have no wish to be uncooperative but I'm afraid you have given me nothing to justify me in getting my Colonel in at this hour. All I can suggest is that you make an appointment to see him tomorrow."

"We'll be back!" snarled the Sergeant and the RSM nodded pleasantly.

The RSM went back to the Sergeant's Mess where Bill and Windy were sitting in the lounge with a bottle of whisky from the honour bar sitting on the table between them. Bill went to pour him a glass as well "Make it a large one Bill." sighed the RSM.

"I'm sorry Fred..." Bill began but the RSM shook his head and waved him down "Bill I know you and Windy would have done all you could to avoid trouble but at the end of the day you had to look after your lads. How are they by the way?"

"Fine, back in barracks, Bones patched them up, off the books. Nothing serious just superficial. They were up against some big bruisers too but they didn't take a backward step. I'm proud of them." said Bill.

"And the girls?" asked the RSM

"Madeleine skinned her knuckles but otherwise not a scratch and they saved the fucking day. If they hadn't stayed on our left the fuckers could have gotten behind us." said Bill.

"Unfortunately this cop isn't as dumb as I'd like, he's already clocked the girls as soldiers." said the RSM.

"Fuck!" said Bill "So he'll be back?"

"Oh he'll definitely be back, tomorrow, with a warrant to look at the CCTV footage from the Gate. I noticed him looking at the camera." said the RSM smiling.

They all burst out laughing.

"But it hasn't worked for years!" spluttered Bill.

"I know that and you know that..." said the RSM.

"Budget cuts, you've just got to love them!" said Windy raising his glass and the others followed and they drank a toast.

After Bill and Windy finally turned in the RSM sat in his armchair until dawn, lost in thought, drinking whisky and smoking cigarettes.

When Grace and Madeleine got back to their room the other girls were asleep and the lights were out. They undressed and crept into Grace's bed together. They hadn't been together for a month and they just been in a brutal fight with some other girls so they were incredibly aroused and their hands and mouths greedily explored each other's bodies. They came again and again until they were completely sated.

"One things for sure, I'm never giving up catfighting." said Madeleine "I feel like I'm floating on a cloud."

"You were so fucking awesome tonight babe, it was so hot seeing you in control of that bitch, kneeing her in the face." gushed Grace "I wish I could have seen the rest of it."

"Yeah well I guess you were pretty busy taking out the other two bitches! I don't know how you did that but somehow I knew you would." said Madeleine kissing her.

"Somehow I knew you'd understand that they were my responsibility, for fucks sake you'd only had one fight before, taking out the one on the left like you did was fucking impressive and you looked SO sexy doing it. Fuck, you can be my wingwoman any time babe." said Grace.

Madeleine nuzzled into her "I loved fighting by your side Grace, I just loved it." and they kissed.

"I loved it too babe." said Grace "Just sorry I missed so much of the action."

"Well if I hadn't managed to slip that bitches first punch there wouldn't have been anything to see! But seriously, how good are boots for kicking bitches in the pussy? Fuck she was tough though, I mean I hit her with two good punches as well and she still didn't go down but the knee to the nose fucked her." said Madeleine with evident satisfaction.

"Ohhh, you're making me so wet." said Grace.

"Really?" said Madeleine rolling on top of her and kissing her "So what did you do to your bitches, hhmm?"

So Grace told her and they were away again.

Later Madeleine asked "So do you think we did the right thing by running away rather than waiting for the cops?"

"I've been wondering about that as well and the answer is...I think so. It's not what happened that matters it's what you can prove and it's basically our word against theirs. You'd like to think our word would be worth more than theirs but as my parents say 'The law can be a fickle mistress'. There's so much that can go wrong in a trial and cops, juries and judges are fallible. And a major problem for us is that we wiped the floor with them  - we don't look like the victims, they do. Aside from all that it's just messy and complicated to be involved in something like this in court. I think Bill handled the whole thing brilliantly and I think he was right about this aspect of it as well. If the cops come calling I'll get my parents on to it and I'm certain, absolutely certain they'll shut it down and protect all of us but to be honest I'd prefer not to have to involve them." said Grace.

"When we called in and told your parents about the engagement, they both said to me that I was their daughter now. I've I never had that before. I lost my parents before I even knew them. Then I lost the aunt who did her best to raise me. There was nobody else. I've never known what it was like to be in a family that looks out
for each other. But I felt that from the moment I met you Grace, I knew you'd always stand by me and I'd stand by you, no matter what. You're probably the only reason I found the courage to fight Nora, I knew I could never let you down," said Madeleine.

"And you never have, Sweetie." said Grace "You're such an awesome woman, you've even managed to tame Jimmy Four and that, babe, is no mean achievement! I know you'll be good for him too. You've always felt like a sister to me but thank fuck not a biological one!"

The RSM had dozed off but his phone woke him a 7am. "RSM, it's Reeve at the Guard House, there's a Police car parked out the front. I heard about the ruckus last night from Shorty when I took over. They say they're waiting for the Colonel. The Sergeant in charge seems pretty pissed."

"Thanks Corporal, you did right calling me. Don't leave the gate open today, just let the vehicles through as they come. DO NOT let those fuckers in."

The RSM rang the Colonel, he could hear his kids playing in the background. The Colonel knew it must be serious or the RSM wouldn't be ringing him.

"RSM, I was just about to walk in, I'll be there in 10 minutes, can't it wait?" the Colonel said

The RSM briefed him.

"RSM, I know you wouldn't ring me without a plan." said the Colonel, frowning. What the RSM told him made him smile.

At a leisurely 8.30am the Colonel, in service dress rather than the fatigues he normally wore, drove up and parked to the side of the gate. Three rumpled looking cops tumbled out of their car. The Colonel's beautiful wife then got out of the passenger seat and they kissed before she got in the driver's seat and the oldest girl got in the front seat. The Colonel then went around the car and kissed and hugged each of his children in turn, while the cops scratched awkwardly at the pavement with their shoes. Finally the Colonel turned with his leather briefcase and stopped as if seeing the cops for the first time.

The gate was now open and the RSM, resplendent in the service dress he normally wore, marched up smartly "RSM, what is all this about?" the Colonel asked bewildered.

"I'm sorry Sir, they're here to see you." said the RSM "but I told them to make an appointment."

"Quite so, my schedule is packed for today." said the Colonel as the Police Sergeant approached him.

But before he could speak the Colonel's mustache bristled and he said acidly "Sergeant, I do not much care for being ambushed like this outside my own base."

"I'm sorry Sir but I had reason to believe I would not receive much cooperation and I needed to serve this on you personally immediately Sir." said the Sergeant handing the Colonel a warrant who handed it to the RSM without looking at it.

"What reason did you have to think you wouldn't receive cooperation?" asked the Colonel in a withering tone.

"Well it's just that last night Sir, I was denied access to the base..." said the Sergeant.

The Colonel turned swiftly and stabbed his finger at the sign above the gate. "That might have been because this is an ARMY base Sergeant, not a POLICE base." you don't just waltz in here whenever you feel like it. There are very specific provisions, of which I am well aware, of when we are required to cooperate with civilian authorities and WE do so with courtesy and respect, which is more than I can say for your approach, Sergeant."

"Fuck, don't overdo it." thought the RSM as the two junior policemen were clearly struggling not to laugh at their Sergeant's discomfiture.

The Colonel appeared to control himself with difficulty and continued in a calmer tone "So if you've delivered your package Sergeant you can be on your way."   

"Sorry Sir, but I need the tape before I go." said the Sergeant almost cringing waiting for the next riposte in reply. The two other cops actually shut their eyes.

The Colonel looked askance at the Sergeant "RSM what is the Police Sergeant talking about?"

"Oh, it's a Warrant Sir, for the footage from that camera for last night." said the RSM pointing over his shoulder.

The Colonel gave an exasperated sigh "What on Earth do you want that for..." he held up his hand "never mind, just give it to him RSM." and turned to go.

"Can't Sir, the camera wasn't working. There is no tape." said the RSM.

The Sergeant pulled a face that said "You've got to be fucking joking".

The Colonel turned and said "Well there's you're answer, Sergeant. If you'd simply telephoned ahead we could have saved you a wasted journey."

The Sergeant ground his teeth but doggedly persisted "Sir, I also need to speak to you about a matter involving your men... and women involved in a brawl in a pub last night."

The Colonel was almost starting to like this cop.

"Indeed, well that would be a serious matter. We'll have to have a legal officer present for that discussion. Protocol. Could I ask you to liaise with the RSM and set up an appointment? Might be best to bring your Inspector with you too if you don't mind. Now if you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I'm late for an inspection." and he strode off.

The RSM nodded to the Sergeant and smiled at the other two cops on the verge of hysterics and followed his Colonel.     

The Colonel and the RSM returned to his office and closed the door.

"We've got them both on the next 90 day wonder course, Hugh. It starts in two weeks but I think we send them on pre-course leave as from today." said the RSM.

"I agree, I want them both off the base and safely tucked away today, in case that joker actually does turn up with the Inspector tomorrow." said the Colonel.

"Surely not!" said the RSM shaking his head "But he's a persistent bugger, got to give him that. Should I have the girls brought in, Sir?

"Yes, thank you Fred, I'll talk to them alone. No point in dragging anyone else into this." said the Colonel.

Every soldier at the depot by now knew about the Police Sergeant turning up at the front gate and the Colonel sending him away with a flea in his ear, in fact the soldiers were loving telling, re-telling and embellishing the story.

Grace and Madeleine knew it involved them so that weren't at all surprised to be summoned to the CO's office but to their relief it was clear that that Hugh wasn't angry with them as he ushered them in and closed the door. Hugh sat on the edge of his desk, which was a good sign "Listen" he said quietly "The RSM has filled me in on what happened at the pub last night and you are not in any trouble, on the contrary your conduct in standing by your fellow soldiers against heavy odds was commendable, no, it was fucking brave. From personal experience I can tell you that there are no better men to be with a tight spot than Bill and Windy and I endorse all their actions fully. However there is a Police Sergeant involved who doesn't see it that way. Most coppers have enough common sense to know that soldiers get picked on and sometimes have to defend themselves and fortunately the local Inspector is one of those and I'll probably be talking to him in due course. However, this Sergeant has clocked the fact that you two are from here and it won't be that difficult for him to identify you and we don't want to give him that oxygen. As you know you were both earmarked for officer training off the back of your outstanding performance on the recruit course and normally we wouldn't send you this early but it seems prudent to get you off base and on the other side of the country for the next three months. But make no mistake, we wouldn't send you if you hadn't earned it, it's a huge compliment to you both. By the time you get back this will all have blown over. Now the course starts in two weeks but I can approve two weeks pre-course leave and we want to get you off base today. Questions?"

The girls were understandably not used to Hugh being 'all business' as their CO like this and were momentarily stunned as they processed the information. They looked at each other and nodded. "Whatever you think is best, Hugh." said Grace "Yes Hugh, and thank you!" said Madeleine smiling as she thought about being an officer."

"You should go and pack. Your leave starts today and the sooner you're away the better. Oh, and Margot wants you both to give her a call." he finished with a smile.

Grace hugged him and kissed him on the lips "Thank you beautiful man!" she said and Madeleine hugged him and kissed him on both cheeks "Thanks for looking out for us Hugh." she said.

Then they all put on a formal demeaner as Hugh opened the door and said stiffly "Congratulations" to them both as they shook hands and left. 

The Police Sergeant was fuming as he returned to his desk. He wanted to pursue this but he didn't see how he could. The Colonel's request to involve his Inspector had checkmated him. He couldn't risk involving him because he had lied about having evidence that the men were seen returning to the base. Far worse, he had used that lie to obtain a warrant in the middle of the night.

He wanted to charge all of them for the brawl but he couldn't even charge the ones in hospital if he couldn't find those on the other side, it would be too easy for a clever lawyer to defend them by deflecting all the blame onto unknown persons. If he could charge both sides it was virtually certain someone would go to jail. Fuck, what a debacle. Nothing for it but to wrap up the file and hope his big break would come along next time. So he sent off all the routine requests as he should have done last night and - fuck it - went to the pub for lunch. He couldn't help trying to wheedle information out of the closemouthed publican but of course he got nowhere - the soldiers from the depot were his livelihood.

He straggled back to the station popping breath mints to disguise the pints he'd had and slumped into his chair. Some reports had come back. Absently he tapped on the keyboard. Then...Holy Fuck!

Then he rang the hospital. All discharged at their own request, even the brute with the fractured sternum. And he knew why.

He'd have to tell the Inspector. Fuck, why hadn't he run those reports last night? Could he still spin this into his big break. Fuck this really was big...

Hugh's private phone buzzed. It was the Inspector. "Hugh, it's Stan. I need to see you urgently - it's something I don't want to talk about on the phone, the walls might have ears, if you know what I mean."

"Er yes" said the Colonel intrigued and his internal senses starting to tingle "Just pop over."

The sentry on the gate saluted smartly as the Inspector drove up and he was directed to park outside the Officers Mess where Hugh and the RSM waited to greet him.

"Consigliere." the Inspector greeted the RSM with a smile as they shook hands.

They went inside to the bar that had a 'Closed' sign on the door. "Drink?" asked Hugh observing the Inspector keenly "You look like you could use one."

"Thanks!" said the Inspector "I could." and Hugh poured them all whiskys from his personal bottle behind the bar and they sat in comfortable chairs.

The Inspector took a gulp of his whisky and sighed "First of all let me say I don't give a flying fuck about the ruck your lads were in down at the local. In fact it was a job bloody well done. But it has probably put their lives in danger."

Hugh and the RSM exchanged glances and the latter looked at the Inspector and said "So do I understand it, Sir, that there is no question of any charges for our lads?"

The Inspector laughed "Yes, you have my word on it. Absolutely no question."

"Then could I suggest, Sir" said the RSM now looking at the Colonel "that we bring Bill and Windy into the discussion now, since it obviously concerns them?

"Good idea RSM." said the Colonel and Bill and Windy returned with the RSM 5 minutes later to find mugshots spread on the coffee table. The Inspector pointed to the one of the pack leader and said "I'd like to shake the hand of the man who fractured this brutes sternum." and he shook hands with Bill and then with Windy.

Then he gave them the bad news. Son of a crime boss - not that big but fucking nasty with a huge ego. Both father and son had multiple convictions for assault and other offences. Suspected of many more crimes including murder but witnesses were thin on the ground. The son had a habit of going out of area with his cronies and beating up people just for the thrill of it. Two of the other sleeping beauties in the pub were his brothers, one of the girls was his sister and one was his girlfriend. All but one of the eight - the third girl - had a rap sheet. And this was a family who believed in vengeance.

The Inspector let his words sink in.

"So what do you propose, Stan?" asked the Colonel, draining his whisky and refilling it, pushing the bottle towards the RSM and saying to him quietly "We'll go to Condition 4 base security, Fred." which meant eight armed sentries at all times rather than two.

"First, let's make sure your people are safe. I presume they are all on base at the moment? They may start watching your movements..." said the Inspector.

"Fuck!" said Hugh leaping to his feet, reaching for his phone and walking off "Fuck, we sent the girls off..."

He returned 10 minutes later saying "I made enquiries. They are both safe."

"I'd offer to send a car around with some plainclothes but...these people have moles in the Police so it might be counterproductive. I didn't see any signs of anyone
watching the base on the way in so I suspect your people have got away clean and they should stay away for the time being." said the Inspector 'but we won't win just playing defence so what we've been talking about while you were gone, Hugh, is laying a trap."

"Using Bill and Windy as bait, sending them back to the pub?" guessed the Colonel.

"Exactly Hugh, better to bring them to us at a time and place of our choosing." said the Inspector.

"We're up for it, Sir. Seems like the only way." said Bill "Remember, I also dropped the two lads names in the pub. I thought we must have beaten it out of these fuckers heads when they didn't tell the coppers but we can't rely on that - and there were the seven others who ran away who Windy and I didn't get to put to sleep who would have heard it. And the three girls were on the floor but I don't know if they were out cold. The lads could be sitting ducks Sir." he implored.

"Bill...fuck...I know you can handle yourself but these mongrels will have guns." said the Colonel.

"So will we." said the Inspector "I'll have a team there."

"Great, so Bill and Windy will be sitting there in the middle of a gunfight completely unarmed." said the Colonel.

"Not necessarily" said the Inspector "These people are just thugs. If they start shooting it won't be a gunfight, it'll be a massacre. Anyway, this thing is big enough that my people will have to talk to your people so we might as well ask for authority for Bill and Windy to bear arms whilst assisting the civil power."

"Vests?" asked the Colonel in a flat monotone

The Inspector sucked his teeth "Doable." he said.

"All right." said the Colonel "But get a permit for me too, I'm going to be in the bar."

"No" said Bill flatly "I appreciate it Sir but you can't help what you are, you'll stick out like a sore thumb."

"But I won't" said the RSM "I'll watch the boys backs Hugh. Fuck, I'm an old man, what do I have to lose except my pension." the use of the Colonel's christian name in front of others signified that this was a very rare personal request.

"You can go in with me and the team Hugh and you can be armed." said the Inspector.

The Colonel was still looking at the RSM, who nodded, then looked at Bill and Windy who nodded in turn "OK" he said at last, nodding himself. "Where will your Sergeant be, Stan?"

"He'll be catching up on paperwork." the Inspector deadpanned and brought the house down.



The operation was classified and never reached the papers but a small crime syndicate was completely shut down in a Police operation of which there were rumours, never confirmed, of military involvement. Shots were fired and a Police Inspector was wounded in the arm and subsequently decorated for bravery.
     


 

Grace felt her burner tingle in her pocket.

"Where are you." asked Hugh urgently.

"We just stopped for a coffee about an hour from home." said Grace picking up on his tone, glancing at Madeleine.

"OK" said Hugh "Can you get back in the car, lock the doors and put me on speaker?"

"Done" said Grace.

"Right, now can you both take the sim card out of your phones? When you've done that get underway again." said Hugh.

"OK, rolling." said Grace exchanging a look with Madeleine.

"Have you noticed anyone following you or taking an interest in you or anything unusual." said Hugh.

"No" said Grace. She was determined not to waste time asking what this was all about, plus which she didn't want to appear nervous in front of Hugh.

Hugh breathed a sigh of relief. "All right, listen up." and related all that the Inspector had just told him then said "As far as we can tell they don't know your identity so if they didn't pick you up leaving the base you should be in the clear. How secure is your parents home?"

"Oh, it's about a medium sized fortress." said Grace "Oak shutters on all doors and windows, surveillance cameras, floodlights on sensor, steel security fence and electronic gates around the perimeter."

"Good! Any weapons?" asked Hugh.

"Two shotguns, two sporting rifles, my grandfather's service pistol and his commando knife." said Grace.

"Fuck! Good! Ammunition?" he asked

"Plenty, of all types." said Grace.

"And nobody else is there?" he asked.

"No, my parents are in town. We were going to meet them there for dinner tonight but I guess that won't be happening now." said Grace.

"No" said Hugh "Best that you get there and stay put - maybe pick up provisions for 10 days on your way in then bunker down. We should have something sorted by then. In the meantime I think you're safest there. The cops think they might have a leak so I don't want to involve them. I'll communicate with you via the burners. Text me when you get in. If anything looks off, call me. If you can't get me, call the emergency number."

"Understood. You'd better ring Margot, she's going to be bummed about our plans for the weekend!" giggled Grace.

"I'm sure we're all bummed about that!" he chuckled "I'd better get back to the meeting. Be safe." after a pause he added "Love you both."

"Love you too!" they responded.

Grace locked down the house, closing the 3" thick oak shutters over the windows and doors, checking the surveillance cameras and setting the alert to go to her burner, checking the bulbs in the floodlights and deadlocking all the electric gates. She and Madeleine then stripped and cleaned all the guns and reloaded them, placing them in convenient positions around the house and finally Grace strapped the commando knife to her calf.

"So Bill the Builder built this house for your Grandfather." marvelled Madeleine as Grace gave her a tour "I must say it seems very solid and reassuring."

"Yes" smiled Grace as she led her into her father's study. On the walls were various portraits "James the First, James the Second, Mother and Jimmy Four." said Grace as she pointed to them in turn.

Naturally Madeleine's eye was drawn first to the painting of her fiancee, Jimmy Four, in his flight suit with his helmet tucked under his arm, standing in front of his aircraft.

"That was painted from a photo" said Grace "I can get you a copy if you like?"

"Please" said Madeleine, moving to study James I in uniform "Spitting image of your father. Gosh, he was a General!" she said studying his badges of rank.

"Brigadier." corrected Grace "He was a practicing lawyer before he joined up as a Private during the war, commissioned on the battlefield, stayed in as a reservist lawyer after the war."

"But he was a General" said Madeleine pointing to the portrait of James II also in uniform.

"Yes, Major-General. He went to the military academy straight out of school, then did law later. He served in the infantry then he also stayed in as a reservist lawyer." said Grace.

"I'm starting to see a trend here." smiled Madeleine "There's no portrait of your father, did he also serve in the army?"

"His portrait is upstairs in Mummy's study. Daddy never served in the army. My Grandfather went off to war when he was 7 years old and some kids told him that his father would die overseas and never come home. I think the trauma affected him for many years but he was very supportive of Jimmy Four and me in deciding to serve." said Grace.

"Why didn't you go to the academy? With this family history I'm surprised they didn't force you." asked Madeleine shrewdly.

"I didn't want it that way so I left that section blank on the application form - I figured the army wouldn't have bothered digitising their old paper records. I was sick of being categorised based on who my family were - I wanted to join up and hang out with rough girls like Nora and Tanya, although I have to admit, I was pretty happy when you came along!" said Grace.

"Thanks, I think!" said Madeleine "Will you go into the law later, like your grandfather?"

"Probably." said Grace laughing "You can't escape your fate forever!"

"I've been looking into it" said Madeleine quietly "I was a legal secretary and I found it very interesting. The army gives you a lot of help to study. I was thinking maybe we could do it together?"

Grace smiled "Of course we could Sweetie. You're going to be very popular with Mother if you study law! Has she cross examined you yet about your plans to deliver up James Frobisher V ?"

"At some length!" laughed Madeleine. "But I'm not ready - so many things I want to do first. I never dreamed I could be an army officer but here I am on this course with you!"

"I hear you girlfriend!" said Grace kissing her "You know, being locked up a house for two weeks isn't everyone's idea of a holiday but I'm really looking forward to spending this time with you!" 

Hugh outlined the plan over the phone. "We've already put Nora and Tanya into the pub as barmaids, living upstairs. They're absolute naturals - they've dyed their hair green and orange and supplied their own tattoos and piercings! Nobody would ever clock them. They're acting as our spotters. The enemy's spotters have been in every night and we let them see Bill and Windy once so they think they're on the right track. We even picked up their vehicle convoy inbound before we pulled the boys out so we know what to look for and roughly how many of them there will be."

When the balloon goes up Nora and Tanya's job is to get the punters, the licensee and his wife, out via the kitchen, nothing else. We're aiming to bait the trap Monday night, being the quietest night of the week. We'll continue working on the assault plan but I'm pretty happy with it now. We've had an extra assault team allocated based on the intel we gathered and I've got permission to deploy a couple of our lads to back them up if necessary.

"So where will you be Hugh, leading the assault team?" asked Grace.

"No, the Assault Commander, the Inspector and I are the Command Group. The two lads I mentioned are ex special forces and they will be with us as bodyguards." said Hugh.

"So you'll be close behind the assault teams?" asked Grace.

"Not close behind but we'll be on scene." said Hugh "Grace, I have to be there, it's my men inside."

"What weapon will you be carrying, Hugh, just your sidearm?" asked Grace.

"I'll have an MP as well." he said, thinking it would reassure her.

"Fuck" she said "So you're planning to be right in the thick of it, aren't you Hugh?"

"No!" he said "Just back up."

"Have you told Margot?" she asked.

"No, what would be the point of that?" he replied "I'll leave a letter for her."

"Fuck, that's cold Hugh. Fuck that's cold." said Grace shaking her head "Are you sure Bill and Windy will be OK?"

"Yes, trust me, we've looked at every angle. The plan is solid. The RSM will be there on Monday night at a separate table. He'll look like some harmless old guy bent over his form guide with a pint having a fag but he'll have a silenced pistol in his lap. The boys will also be armed. They've only been sending two spotters in at a time and we'll aim to get the rest of them in the carpark before they even go in." said Hugh.

"Fuck! we just wish we could do something, we feel so useless sitting here." said Grace.

"Knowing you're tucked up safe is a huge weight off all our minds." said Hugh "Just like Tom and Bobby at the depot. Trust me, it's for the best."

Hugh rang and asked urgently "Madeline, what was your impression of the third girl, the one you fought?"

"She was a good fighter, she nearly nailed me, knew what she was doing. She was more attractive that the other two and somehow she seemed a bit... nicer." said Madeleine.

"We've just had a big break, she walked in to a Police station and told us about the plan to kill some soldiers. She's made a full statement." said Hugh. "Based on which the Police are now obtaining search warrants which they will execute when we have the gang in the bag.

"So what will happen to her now?" Grace asked.

"We've let her go - she'll let us know when she gets the call. She'll have to go through with it but we'll look after her and pull her out as soon as we can. After she testifies she'll go into witness protection.

She doesn't know this but she'll be getting the call tonight.

 

"It's done." said Hugh breathing heavily "It all went off ok."

"So, nobody was hurt?" asked Grace.

"Oh, a couple of them took a shot at us and one of them managed to wing the Inspector before he was neutralised." said Hugh.

"And were you standing next to the Inspector when he was hit?" asked Grace.

"No" lied Hugh.

"And who 'neutralised' the threat, Hugh." asked Grace.

"Hard to say, a number of us were firing at once." said Hugh, regretting his choice of words immediately, damn he was tired.

"How many of them were there, Hugh" asked Grace.

"Eighteen, plus the girl, who we extracted safely." said Hugh.

"How many were neutralised?" asked Grace.

"Three, including the two inside." said Hugh.

"Does neutralised mean killed, Hugh?" she asked.

"No" he said "It means...neutralised."

"How are Tanya and Nora?" Grace asked.

"They're good. They played their part to perfection. Everybody did. Including you two." Hugh said wearily.

"Can you let them know we're on our way back now?" said Grace.

"Will do. They'll be glad to see you." he said and added under his breath "And they won't be the only ones."

Tanya and Nora were fast asleep when they entered the room. Madeleine lay down on her bunk and was instantly asleep as well. Grace walked over to the Officers Mess and entered via the fire escape. Hugh had moved back in to his room temporarily while the operation was on foot. The two Police assault teams had also been accommodated there and Grace could feel their presence in a certain level of background noise and activity as some were understandably unable to sleep. Now she would hide in the crowd rather than in the darkness but she actually didn't care who saw her tonight. She slipped into his room. He was in a deep sleep, sprawled across the single bed that was too small for a man of his size. Rather than risk disturbing him, she settled in the armchair and was soon asleep. He woke her at 6am and they came together desperately. She knew he needed her. And she needed him. They had shared something this past week that few people ever do and which they probably wouldn't share again.

In the morning, all sorts of people were milling around the mess, coming and going but...Mess Stewards have eyes...and tongues...so rather than needlessly create a rumour by sitting down and having breakfast with him, as she longed to do, she slipped out and returned to her quarters.

The girls were stirring. Grace simply stripped off and led the way to the showers. She was soon locked in Tanya's strong embrace as the water beat down on them. Madeleine and Nora likewise. They fucked furiously until lunchtime. Tanya rolled on top of her and whispered "I want to fight you again before you leave."

Grace groaned "I want it too." 

The RSM awoke at first light and even though the Old Man had told him to take the rest of the week off and just be available for debriefing, he completed his ablutions and put on service dress as usual. But he didn't get past coffee and a smoke. Instead sitting there recalling the events of the night before...

The plan had been meticulous in every detail and went off almost without a hitch. The RSM had even given up shaving for the week to get in character or rather, to take the edge off his military character. The mic in his ear would pass for a hearing aid. He was in position before the enemy spotters arrived and they didn't give him a second glance, just a lonely old man they hadn't seen before nursing a pint and a fag poring over his racing guide.

Bill and Windy arrived and sat in the corner opposite, huddled over their pints. One of the enemy spotters slipped out the gate to the carpark and then returned to his mate. They were sitting where they always sat, at the table closest to the gate to the open carpark, where the enemy was expected to come in. Nobody else came into the beer garden - Tanya and Nora were doing their job.

For various reasons, including that the beer garden was enclosed by masonry walls which carried the risk of casualties by ricochet, the decision was made to take the main body of the enemy in the carpark once they had exited their vehicles. One assault team moved into the carpark after the enemy spotter had reported and gone back inside, the other assault team would come in behind the enemy vehicle convoy after it arrived.

It was the job of the three men inside to neutralise the two spotters and close and bolt the carefully rebuilt and unobtrusively strengthened gate that led in from the carpark just before the main body of the enemy arrived. It was crucial that they not be given the opportunity to get into the building.

Because of the need to position the two assault teams such that they were not in each others fields of fire it was accepted that there was a slight risk that one or two of the enemy may get into the rear laneway. The escape route through the kitchen for the civilians also ran into the laneway. Because of this the command group was initially positioned there as a blocking force, 4 of them with MPs and the Inspector with his pistol.

They didn't have to wait as long as they expected, the RSM got the command in his earbud to 'Execute' and with a discrete nod to Bill and Windy he pushed his pint glass off the table to shatter on the flagstone floor. The spotters eyes flicked over to him as Bill and Windy rose and trained their silenced pistols on them, shouting at them to get on the floor. The spotter's eyes flicked back to Bill and Windy and for some reason they both went for their guns and the RSM fired twice, hitting both of them in the legs, as prisoners were wanted to implicate those higher up. Bill and Windy secured their weapons and closed the gate, dropping the sturdy drawbar into place, then secured the prisoners with flexicuffs. Meanwhile the RSM closed and bolted the gate into the back lane from the beer garden and the three of them withdrew, Bill and Windy dragging the prisoners by the scruff of the neck, through the bar and the kitchen on the heels of the few civilians Tanya and Nora were getting out the back door and into the army van parked at the end of the lane. Tanya and Nora jumped in the van after them and it roared off.

An army ambulance took it's place and they unceremoniously threw the wounded prisoners in the back and it took off. Another army ambulance took it's place. The three men then took up positions to support the command group, the RSM having simply stayed in the kitchen doorway.

Shouting was now heard from the carpark as the trap was sprung and shots were fired. A solitary enemy somehow threaded his way through to the laneway and fired on the command group, hitting the Inspector in the arm. Next to him the Colonel fired a double tap from his silenced MP which took the legs out from under the lone gunman before he could fire again. The other three men with MPs leapfrogged forward to the wounded enemy while desultory fire could be heard coming from the carpark. The Colonel turned to check on the Inspector but the RSM was there "I've got him Laddie. You get after them." The Colonel moved forward with Bill on his six as the RSM dragged the Inspector behind the command vehicle and applied a field dressing to his arm while Windy watched over them.

The Inspector refused to be taken to the ambulance, since he was in command of the operation. The RSM didn't like the look of the amount of blood seeping through the bandage. Bill went past dragging the wounded prisoner as the Colonel covered him with his MP. The Colonel looked at the RSM who shook his head and jerked his thumb in the direction of the ambulance. Bill returned with a stretcher. "Take him" ordered the Colonel over the Inspector's protests. Bill, Windy and the RSM got him on the stretcher and Bill and Windy carried him down to the waiting ambulance and it took off.

Bill and Windy returned and the four of them made their way to the carpark where the firing had ceased. There were no more casualties. Seeing they were trapped, and having his three sons and his daughter with him, the crime boss had surrendered after only token resistance. They were now all lined up face down on the pavement, hands in flexicuffs behind them and hoods over their heads.

Windy pointed to the three girls on the end "The girls took down those three bruisers in about 10 seconds." he said quietly and the others smiled.

"The other two did ok tonight too." the RSM murmured.   

Coming out of his reverie, the RSM sighed and went to get another cup of coffee. "My last hurrah!" he mused to himself. He was fast approaching mandatory retirement age but he was content. He and the Colonel had long agreed on Bill as his successor, he just needed a stint as a CSM before moving up.

When his wife had died, with his kids long gone, he'd been grateful to move back into to the familiar surroundings of the Sergeants Mess, where as RSM he was in fact King. A few years ago his wife's younger sister had lost her husband. She was 10 years younger than him with kids still on her hands but somehow it worked and he looked forward to a blissful retirement.

Ever the RSM, he decided in that moment that he would recommend Tanya and Nora for the next Corporal's course. They had surely earned it. And the Old Man, who was in many ways like a son to him, always accepted his recommendations. He got up and made his way to the Orderly Room.

They had done all right with their first four female recruits. He was certain now that Grace had been fucking the Colonel, who had been prepared to risk his career for her. He could almost understand why. He'd discreetly checked with the Orderly Room, the call the Colonel made to her that day hadn't gone through the switchboard, he'd had her number in his phone.

But they'd been smart enough not to get caught, which, in the army, was what counted.

Nora had also challenged Madeleine. The four of them were on standby for debriefing or they would have gone off to catfight that [Tuesday] afternoon. They got the call to go in to the previously mothballed Operations Centre. They couldn't believe the number of Police milling around. Nora and Tanya were were led off in turn, leaving Madeleine and Grace in the waiting area. Madeleine went to the ladies room.

Standing at a washbasin was the girl she had fought at the pub that night, a pretty blue eyed brunette of about 120 pounds. They smiled at each other in recognition.

"I hoped I'd see you again." said the girl "I want a rematch sometime!"

"Oh, I want lots of rematches." said Madeleine "I love catfighting with hot girls." placing her hands on the girl's waist.

"Me too!" said the girl kissing her.

Neither wanted to break the kiss and they pulled each other in tight until the girl reluctantly broke away "I'd better go." she said.

"Wait!" said Madeleine, taking out her notebook and pen and scribbling down 'Madeleine' and her number and handing it to the girl who smiled and said "Stella" and left. Madeleine noticed Stella go to the opposite side of the bathroom to exit and heard her exchange words with a woman outside the door as she exited. Only then did Madeleine realise there were two entrances to the bathroom and a Policewoman had been posted outside the other door as a gatekeeper, wrongly thinking it was the only way in.

Madeleine went into one of the stalls and, with one hand pressed against the stall door, pleasured herself standing up at the thought of catfighting with Stella again. And fucking her afterwards.

   

Two plainclothes Policewomen came to interview Grace and Madeleine and take their statements in relation to the pub brawl that had started all this - it seemed a million years ago but it was less than two weeks. The Police were keen to add these charges to the more serious ones - leaving no stone unturned to put the crime gang out of business. There had been several similar incidents in pubs about which witnesses were being more forthcoming now that the gang was in custody.

The well built brunette Detective Sergeant, June, who looked to be about 30, led Grace away while Madeleine followed the pretty green eyed blonde Detective Constable Lara, who looked to be about her own age and size. It was a habit now with Madeleine that she sized up every woman she saw as a potential catfight opponent - especially when they were as attractive as Lara.

Lara was friendly and vivacious and Madeleine warmed to her immediately. Lara got them both coffees and typed on her laptop as Madeleine recounted what had occurred. Lara made various comments along the way such as "Fuck that was brave of you." and, shaking her head "So many of the fuckers." and "They've done this before, just for a lark. Given some poor bastards a right kicking. Until they came up against you lot!"

Lara had Madeleine describe her fight with Stella in detail. She gazed at Madeleine with admiration and, by now, undisguised lust. "You really know how to handle yourself, did you get into lots of fights at school?" she asked staring boldly at Madeleine.

"No" laughed Madeleine "I was a late bloomer. This was only my second fight but Grace has been teaching me."

"Fuck, well, you couldn't have a better one! The two she took down were known as hard girls in prison. They've done some pretty nasty stuff to a lot of people." said Lara.

"What about my one?" asked Madeleine.

"Stella's different" said Lara "She's just a tough girl who was up for a ruck that night."

"Nothing wrong with that." said Madeleine quickly.

"No indeed" said Lara staring into her eyes as she ran her tongue over her lips "Apparently the blokes liked to watch the girls fighting so one of them brought his girlfriend along. That was her first time out with them. She didn't know the other two bitches and didn't like the way they double teamed Grace. She said to me she thought you were hot and would get it on with you anytime."

"What will happen to her, do you think?" asked Madeleine as the electricity cackled between them.

"Probably disappear into witness protection and we'll never see her again, mores the pity." said Lara sighing "You might need to look elsewhere for your next competition match."

"Do you have any suggestions?" asked Madeleine smiling.

"Maybe." said Lara smiling back. She typed for a few more minutes and sent the document to the printer in the next room. She came back and locked the door behind her "Sarge said they'll be another half hour."

Madeleine rose to meet her and they locked lips, then frantically fingered each other until they both found a shuddering release from the passion that gripped them.

Madeleine signed the statement and Lara wrote her personal mobile on the back of her official card and gave it to her. "When can I see you again?" asked Lara breathlessly as they kissed.

Madeleine chuckled when they finally separated "I'm afraid I'm heading off on a three month training course on the other side of the country."

"Always the way." Lara groaned.

Madeleine sent a text to Lara's mobile and smiled "I hope you like phone sex. I want to hear all about your catfights!"



   

Madeleine waited until Grace was finished with her interview and they returned to the room and started to make out on her bed but Tanya and Nora returned soon after them. The four girls eyed each other expectantly. "We still have time to do it today." said Grace breathlessly.

"Let's do it." said Madeleine instantly and Nora and Tanya quickly agreed.

They piled into Grace's old SUV, Madeleine climbing in the back with Nora so they could carouse before their catfight, in fact they managed to finger each other to orgasm during the short drive. Grace drove to their secret spot. All four girls stripped naked. They would fight 'standard rules' which meant only slapping, hairpulling and holds above the shoulder but otherwise NHB. They all had to be presentable afterwards. Nora and Madeleine squared off while Grace and Tanya lay together to watch.

Grace watched her slender elegant girlfriend about to catfight with a pounding heart. They were about the same size, 120 pounds or so, but Madeleine was several inches taller than Nora. Grace admired Madeleine's shapely legs as the girls stalked each other, circling warily.

Madeleine attacked, throwing a flurry of blows that Nora blocked or evaded. Madeleine skipped away as Nora threw a wicked left hook that left her slightly over extended. Madeleine danced in and hit Nora under her armpit with a right hook of her own. Nora grunted to acknowledge the pain "Good one." and advanced towards Madeleine.

To Grace it seemed there was a marked contrast between Madeleine, moving lightly on her feet and the seasoned streetfighter and bar room brawler Nora who moved basically flat footed - but always in a forward direction.

Madeleine was enjoying herself as she continued to outmanoeuvre Nora, getting into the groove of drilling her tits with punches and kicking her calves and thighs with her bare feet. She got tagged herself a few times but she was overwhelmingly getting the better of their stand up fight. She knew the fight would probably be decided on the ground but she decided she might as well make hay while the sun was shining. It would be up to Nora to take the fight to the ground and Madeleine watched intently for a takedown attempt, ready to punish it severely.

After 10 minutes of this Nora was blowing hard, moving noticeably more sluggishly and getting frustrated with Madeleine's hit and run tactics. Every time Nora tried to clinch she would get hit and Madeleine would literally slip through her fingers. Nora was used to fighting in more confined spaces where there was furniture or other obstacles that impeded movement and allowed her to get in close easily. In fact she was used to fighting girls who also wanted to get in close, most of her catfights had started when they each went for each other's hair. This large grassy area did not suit her at all but Nora was tough and a veteran of many scragfights as she called them: she grimly kept moving towards Madeleine thinking that she only needed to catch her once and take her to the ground - then they would be on her turf. But Madeleine was moving too quickly to dive at her feet - she had to get her in a clinch.

Finally Nora succeeded, after taking another hard tit punch, in getting Madeleine into a clinch, only to take a hard knee to her pubic bone. The tough girl grunted and her knees weakened but she tightened her grip around Madeleine and attempted to throw her to the ground. She succeeded but Madeleine pivoted so that they landed on their sides.

Madeleine's free hand on top struck like lightning at Nora's shaved pussy, her fingers slipping inside easily because it was so wet, and her nail jagging her clit. Nora screamed but she quickly used her free hand to clamp Madeleine's wrist and wrench it free then using the control that gave her to shove Madeleine down violently onto her back.

Madeleine didn't resist but threw her body in the same direction with the result that Nora rolled over the top of her and they separated. They both scrambled to their knees facing each other and instinctively their hands locked up in a trial of strength as they grinned savagely at each other.

Watching their superb bodies straining against each other, Grace and Tanya came together for the umpteenth time as they pleasured each other on the side lines.   

Their breasts mashed together and they both took huge gulps of air as they strained against each other but Nora's breathing was noticeably more laboured. They each tried to pivot and throw the other to the ground but they finally fell to the side, their legs thrashing furiously as they tried to kick each other and fingers still locked together. Nora managed to force Madeleine on to her back and mount her, forcing her hands to the ground, smiling down at her as she slid forward. Madeleine bucked, not enough to throw Nora off but enough to tear one hand free and claw Nora's pussy. Nora screamed and grabbed Madeleine's wrist, tearing it free as she rose up. Madeleine rolled sideways and despite Nora having control of her wrist, managed to rake her nails down her breast.

'Bitch' grunted Nora releasing Madeleine's wrist and clawing her breast in return. They rolled over and over as their intertwined legs fought for leverage and they mauled each other's breasts.

Grace watched her friend admiringly as she fought breast to breast with the sexy hellcat Nora. She loved the look of grim determination on Madeleines face but it felt in truth this was either girl's fight to win. It didn't matter, they'd both fought superbly. Grace felt she'd never been so turned on by the scrappy little hairdresser Nora. But then Tanya's fingers were working a virtuoso performance on her pussy and she dug her own fingers in harder in return. She would have loved to kiss Tanya but she didn't want to risk turning away from the erotic spectacle playing out in front of them.

Madeleine finally rolled Nora onto her back, lying on top of her, pinning her wrists with her legs spread wide as she gasped for breath. Nora was completely spent, struggling to suck air into her lungs. Madeleine's head dropped and her teeth closed over one of Nora's nipples. Nora made a mewing sound and struggled weakly but her strength was completely gone. She gasped and cried out then sobbed 'Surrender'. 

Madeleine released Nora and lay by her side, fingers gently stroking her pussy as she kissed her.

Tanya rolled over on top of Grace as their mouths met and Madeleine and Nora were lost to view.

Grace felt like she had had an out of body experience after a lengthy 69 with Tanya's 140 muscular pounds firmly on top of her through mutual multiple orgasms. She had no idea how many times she had cum as her mind wandered while they kissed and stroked each other and recovered. She loved Tanya's strong body wrapped tightly against her and relished the prospect of their imminent contest.

With one final lingering kiss they rolled apart and stood up, their hard nipples and heaving chests attesting to the arousal they both felt at the prospect of raw feminine combat with each other. They began to circle warily on the grass. Tanya was being far more cautious than in their previous encounter. Because of her experience as a barmaid in the hard school of countless vicious bar fights and street fights, 28 year old Tanya hadn't really taken 18 year old Grace, fresh out of school, entirely seriously. A sharp defeat had given her newfound respect for the gorgeous swimsuit model with her sculpted, perfect body now naked before her. Tanya couldn't remember the last time she had lost a fight but being conquered by Grace had deepened her sexual infatuation with the younger woman. She now wanted her respect, which she felt required at least levelling the score. At a certain level Grace understood this as she smiled back at her.

As an erotic catfight between lovers this contest would also be different. Neither of them would do anything to seriously harm the other, or even to mark their faces. They wouldn't use any of the tricks the army had taught them to shatter kneecaps or break bones to incapacitate an enemy. Nor would this fight even approach the level of mayhem of most of Tanya's previous battles: it was essentially a catfight to schoolgirl rules. Which could still be vicious, just more intimate and controlled. But neither would pull hair, since Grace's hair was still too short for that, which was of course normally de rigueur for school girls and this thus altered the nature of the fight somewhat.

Tanya attacked throwing a whirlwind of punches which Grace skilfully evaded while falling back before moving forward suddenly, throwing a flurry of punches of her own. She scored with a hard straight right to Tanya's left breast but a moment later was nailed with a hammer blow to her own. They stood toe to toe and slugged it out for about 10 seconds - long enough for Grace to realise she wasn't winning this exchange but it did allow her to drive her knee hard into Tanya's pubic bone as they clinched. Tanya's anguished cry was far louder than anything heard in the fight so far. Nevertheless she wrapped her arms around Grace and powered forward, taking her to the ground. Grace couldn't escape her grasp but sank her nails into Tanya's breasts as she gripped them and twisted as they fell so that they landed on their sides on the grass. In fact,  Grace landed heavily on Tanya's arm wrapped around her. Grace again had the satisfaction of eliciting an agonised gasp from her tough opponent, whether from the pain in her breasts or her arm or both was impossible to say.

Tanya appeared momentarily dazed and this allowed Grace, tightening her grip on her breasts, to roll and straddle her.

"Come on Tanya!" called Nora desperately. She knew what this match meant to her lover and closest friend and could see it slipping away from her, even as she and Madeleine pleasured each other on the side line at the spectacle playing out in front of them.

Tanya seemed to shake herself and bucked violently as Grace slid forward. Grace was thrown to the side but quickly rolled to her knees and shuffled forward. Tanya rose to meet her but not quickly enough to block a knife punch that hit her on the nipple. After a brief indecisive struggle their fingers seem to find each other and locked up in a test of strength. Their magnificent bodies strained against each other but neither could gain an advantage. Their hands splayed out to the sides as their breasts mashed together and the sweat poured off them. Tanya's breathing was becoming ragged.

"Tough bitch!" Grace whispered in Tanya's ear.

Tanya grunted "You're a lot tougher than you look Blondie!"

Grace brushed her lips against Tanya's "Call it a draw Darling? I really need to fuck again."

"OK" gasped Tanya "Me too!"

And their lips met.

************

Sometime later, as they drove back to the base, a grinning Tanya asked "So will you bitches still catfight with us when you're Officers?"

Grace, who was driving, laughed and laying a hand on her thigh said softly "I'll always be up for it with you Darling."

   

Grace slipped out of their hut and walked over to the officer's mess. Tonight would be her last chance to see Hugh for 3 months. They took each other silently, desperately, beautifully. Then they talked.

"I love you Hugh" said Grace "So brave, so gentle, so interesting."

"I love you too Grace." said Hugh "I never thought I'd feel this way about anybody but Margot but I'd..."

Grace laid a finger on his lips "You love both of us Hugh and I love Margot too. You can have your cake and eat it. You can have me anytime you want me. You can have both of us together. You can watch us catfight. You can have your wife and your kids."

Hugh swallowed hard "But..."

"No buts Hugh, that's the way it's got to be." said Grace firmly.

Hugh stared into her beautiful blue eyes "Thank you." he said finally "For being stronger than me."

"Nobody is stronger than you Hugh, that's one of many things I love about you. If circumstances were different...but they're not." said Grace softly.

"No" he said resignedly "Will you see Margot before you go?"

"Tomorrow, on the drive out. Trust me, we're both sick at having to postpone our re-match but we won't do it without you there." Grace laughed.

"That's all I was really worried about." Hugh smiled.

"Bastard" Grace laughed and went to slap him. He caught her hand and pulled her into him.   

Margot opened the door of her new house and ushered them upstairs to the bedroom where the three of them tore each other's clothes off and just went for it.

"Missed you two." gasped Margot as she lay back on the bed.

"Missed you too." chorused Grace and Madeleine together "and sorry about the rematch" added Grace "I know you were looking forward to it as much as I was!"

"Couldn't be helped" sighed Margot "and now you're gone for 3 months."

"Well at least the fighting room will be finished by the time we get back. You and I can christen it Margot." smiled Grace.

"Ooh, that will be nice!" smiled Margot.

They had lunch and chatted. Margot watched them drive off and went inside.

She wanted so badly to beat Grace next time. She had to even the score. Her husband would be watching. She was hitting the gym harder than she had in years but she knew she would need a couple of tune up fights. The other girls at the depot were obviously off limits to her as the Colonels wife. She grew wet as she contemplated what she knew had to do. Finally she punched the numbers into her phone.

"I was wondering when I was going to hear from you again." said a deep melodious voice.

Margot swallowed hard "Hello Naomi."

***********

Grace and Madeleine drove on in companionable silence, completely at ease with each other, lost in their own thoughts. Grace thought about Margot, who she longed to get to grips with again. Madeleine thought about her last conversation with the delectable policewoman Lara and what they had threatened to do to each other. They both smiled.

They were through basic training. Their first taste of army life had shown them incredible experiences. They both wondered what the next chapter would bring. They both had a tingling sensation that there was sure to be a number of uber competitive, aggressive women on their officer training course...