Cate walked briskly through the busy streets of Tokyo back to the club that had been her home for the past year, and on many previous trips over the past decade. Heads turned as she thrust out her long shapely legs in front of her, trying to get back before the rain came. She would have attracted attention in any crowd... as a well built, statuesque woman of 174cm and 60kg and then there was the flowing blond hair, beautiful blue eyes and the full, pouting lips...but as a Western woman in Tokyo, she was a sensation.
To the acute observer, her features and pale alabaster skin marked her as an Englishwoman and she was obviously young, in fact she was 30.
Cate was lost in her own thoughts as she walked, thinking back on her life. Passers by would have been astonished by the wicked thought that brought a smile to her face. It was her first catfight defeat at the club at the hands of Keiko, years earlier on her first visit - and the sexual humiliation that followed. "Ooh la la" she murmured to herself as her full chest heaved at the memory. Her mind wandered through her other club catfights all the way back to her after school catfights. It was a pleasant reverie.
Cate was going home to London in two weeks and, what the club didn't know yet, was that it would be for the last time. The Wedding Invitations had already been sent, she was going to marry her true love, Peter and start a family. It was time. It was more than time as far as Peter was concerned. He had stood by her during all her after school catfights, win or lose. And she lost a couple. But she didn't mind that, it actually turned her on more than winning, which she did most of the time. She reflected on how lucky she had been to find Peter, who shared her catfight fetish. Including the arousal that came from another woman overpowering her. He was building a career in his father's firm and couldn't accompany her to Japan on her extended trips. Cate preferred it that way, she liked flying solo, on a don't ask don't tell basis. Which she violated when she returned from her first trip, she simply had to tell him everything. He didn't seem to mind. The money from the club had been very good and, together with Peter's salary, had allowed them to buy a house together. The generous payoff from her final catfight with Alexandra in 2 days time would certainly make a dent in the mortgage.
"Alexandra" she murmured to herself, savouring the beautiful name. She'd seen some stats but what she really wanted were some pictures, then she could trust her instincts to tell her what kind of girl she was. In fact Cate didn't know much about the mysterious Russian girl except that she was reputed to be a great beauty as well as a great catfighter. She fought in a famous Moscow Club which had done a swap with the Tokyo Club for Keiko for 12 months.
Both clubs apparently needed to refresh their line ups. The tried and tested routine of the gorgeous Western girl Cate beating all the Japanese girls at the club only to be finally vanquished by the Japanese Goddess Keiko had been rolled out three times now and it would have been four but for Alexandra taking Keiko's place. Cate had thought the Club were taking their high roller clientele for granted until the swap had been announced and the ticket sales certainly bore this out - the house went from half full to sold out in a few hours.
Cate also thought that she probably wasn't the only one to wonder if at least some of the Japanese girls were being paid to take a dive for the sake of the story line, she only knew that there was no need to pay her to lose to the exquisite Keiko!
Cate licked her lips. The unusual prospect of two Western girls going at it - one English, one Russian - was no doubt enough to pack the house without looking for other reasons. It certainly appealed to Cate - in fact the delicious uncertainty of facing the mysterious Russian was making her very wet.
Alexandra stared out the window at the clouds below. She had finished her book earlier and was now content to let her thoughts roam free. She didn't fidget, sitting completely motionless with perfect posture, only a smile played on her face from time to time. They had passed over Siberia and would soon fly over Vladivostok where they would turn south for Tokyo.
She seemed completely unaware, or was perhaps was just indifferent to, the impression she had made on the other passengers and crew. Her features were strong and unmistakably slavic but softened to the point of extraordinary beauty. She was just 25 years of age, blonde with striking eyes,176 cm tall with a willowy slender body that weighed just 54kg yet somehow betokened explosive power. She had swayed down the aisle with the perfect poise and bearing of the model she had once been. The air hostess who had been studying her the whole flight wondered what lurked beneath the polite, self contained exterior. She trembled at the thought and made a final decision to slip this enigma her phone number before the end of the flight.
It had begun soon after she boarded when she was 'upgraded' and moved close to the front of the plane. The young, 30ish, First Officer, had then come back to talk to her and invited her up to the flight deck for the landing, which she politely accepted. Her benign smile concealed her amusement at his obvious and instant infatuation. In fact, like the well dressed young businessman seated across the aisle, who clearly fancied himself and his chances; he was wasting his time. She was not much interested in men these days, except perhaps in what they could do for her; instead, much preferring the company of women.
Like, for example, the attractive air hostess 'Diana' who had been hovering around her the whole flight. Alexandra studied her surreptitiously as she passed, automatically assessing her as about 175cm and 63kg and in good shape. Most importantly, she intuited her deep desire. "Yes" she decided "She will do for a warm up snack before Cate." But she would force Diana to make the first move, to show her hand. This would stamp her authority over her and place Alexandra firmly in control of all that followed. To her, the pleasure of sex was enhanced exponentially by the psychological aspect and she believed in feeding her fetishes.
Still, she could help the girl along. The next time Diana came to refill her champagne glass, Alexandra fixed her with her 'come hither smile' and allowed herself to be engaged in conversation. This became increasingly risque as Alexandra's perfect formal English with a sexy Russian accent had poor Diana almost panting with desire. By the time the tall English air hostess stepped away she had handed Alexandra a card with her number and details of her hotel in Tokyo. It would be a true layover.
Having appraised Diana carefully, Alexandra was pleased with her latest conquest. And it would be a conquest. Alexandra licked her lips in anticipation of getting rough and dominant with Diana as a lead up to her catfight with Cate.
The thought made her wet. She had been told that Cate was very beautiful and a legend at the Tokyo club where she had been catfighting for a decade. Which meant she must be pushing 30, probably time to retire from this game. Cate must have had a lot more experience than her - Alexandra had only been catfighting for a year. But that didn't worry her, she knew from experience that her orgasms afterwards would be far more intense if she lost.
She always wondered whether that had something to do with her first catfight, where as a complete novice she had not only been beaten but totally dominated and humiliated to the point where the other girl had cum on her face and in her mouth. She was already strongly bisexual, if not close to being a lesbian, so eating pussy was nothing new or abhorrent to her. But she wasn't initially sexually attracted to her opponent and SHE hadn't CHOSEN her. She'd felt a confusing mix of emotions from anger and resentment to humiliation, submissiveness and...extreme arousal. She couldn't deny it. She felt like she'd tumbled through a secret door to another world like Narnia. Where the pleasure of sex was taken to another level by adding the secret ingredients of exquisite physical pain, domination and submission and...utter humiliation. In fact now, when she pleasured herself to this memory in the dark, she found lustful thoughts creeping in for the thick bodied. peasant faced opponent who had done this to her.
But that was a year ago. Her first catfight loss, actually her first few, liberated her from any fear of defeat and she went into each catfight with nothing to lose. She got better each time and soon had her first victory. It was a hard fought win and the exhilaration and dominance she felt as her cum squirted into her opponents mouth was an incredible high. She didn't completely understand why but it still wasn't as big a high as when she lost. It didn't bother her, she just accepted it and appreciated the fact that it insulated her from any pain of defeat as she relentlessly pursued the fetish that had consumed her. The goal was always to win and she fought hard every time, racking up an impressive string of victories and steadily climbing the club rankings.
She had jumped at the club's offer of a year's secondment to the Tokyo club in exchange for their top catfighter Keiko. Despite her successes she certainly wasn't the top girl at her club. Her blonde looks and slender frame, which was more comparable with the smaller Japanese girls than most of the better Russian girls, were certainly advantages but the clincher was her fluency in English. [She actually had considerable ability as a linguist and was confident she would master Japanese in the year away.] The Moscow club manager was not even aware of all the travel experience she had gained while working as a model but was certainly pleased to learn that she already had a current passport. This would ensure that Alexandra could leave earlier for a match with Cate before her visa expired, as the Tokyo club had requested. The only alternative, had she not already had a passport, would have been to pay a substantial bribe to get one through in time.
Alexandra settled back in her large comfortable seat. Thinking about the match with Cate was making her unbearably wet. She'd never fought an English girl before. She might have less experience than her but the Moscow club was a hard school. No, it was brutal. She knew she would give a good account of herself. A grim smile passed over her face as she thought she might just surprise Cate! What a match it would be! She knew from experience that the crowd and the noise would all fade into the background and the world would contract to just her and Cate grappling on the mats, just two girls gloriously struggling for supremacy. And Alexandra felt that the reverse of the old Russian saying "From love to hate is just one step." was also true - she had a strong feeling, an instinct, that from hate to love would be just one step after her catfight with Cate.
The situation with her pussy was becoming unbearable! She got up and went forward. The flight was quiet, most people were sleeping. Diana was alone at the attendants station. Alexandra nodded to one of the toilet cubicles and Diana followed her in, closing the door behind her. Alexandra turned to face her, hitching up her fashionable dress. She did not have time for kissing. "Get on your knees." she ordered.
Diana meekly complied and removed Alexandra's soaked panties. Alexandra pulled Diana's face into her pussy. Diana was good! She ate her out ravenously until Alexandra squirted her relief into her mouth. And she knew to keep going! More orgasms tore through Alexandra in quick succession. "That's enough." she said through gritted teeth when she didn't think she could stay silent through any more, though it was such a turn on not being able to make any noise.
"Could you do me?" Diana asked plaintively. What could she say but "OK" ? Fuck, that girl tasted great and came in a tidal wave! And more than once! Eventually she stood up and they both composed themselves.
"Could you wait a minute before you follow me out?" whispered Diana and she nodded. Alexandra understood straight away that this would make it much harder for anyone who happened to see them to pick up that they had been in the same cubicle. She waited 5 minutes to be sure, straightening herself out in the process. She brushed a disheveled looking Diana on the lips as she passed whispering "You'd better go back in and fix yourself up my love." and returned to her seat. Five minutes later Diana brought her an ice cold glass of champagne, which was exactly what she felt like! The Japanese trip was off to a flying start! She'd already deflowered one English rose and was about to do another!
Great buildup.
Cate lay on the futon in her tiny attic room, pleasuring herself while reliving her first catfight.
It had been a humiliating defeat at the hands of Tanya, one of the hard girls at her school. It had been reckless to take her on but she couldn't help herself: while out running a few weeks earlier she had come across two girls having an intense naked catfight in a remote wooded corner of the park. She had never been so turned on in her life and, slipping her fingers inside her running shorts, she had pleasured herself as she watched from behind a tree. The misery and humiliation of the loser under the dominance of the winner facesitting her brought Cate to a tumultuous climax. She didn't know either of the girls involved - they seemed a little older than her own 18 years and she slipped away unseen so as not to disturb their privacy.
But she couldn't get the memory and the images out of her mind. She started reading catfight stories on the web. She was desperate to catfight herself. She kept her dark secret to herself, not even telling her first and only boyfriend Peter to whom she had given her virginity. She wrestled all the time with Peter while having sex and he complemented her on her strength and quick reflexes. She tended to dominate her girlfriends in slumber party wrestling matches, except Greta who was bigger and stronger than her and sporty Sally who was about even. Cate regularly swam a mile at a blistering pace. She rode her horse and chopped firewood at her family's farm. She was in good shape and confident she could hold her own in a catfight.
But who to choose as her opponent? Her thoughts lingered on her best friend Sally, who was the first girl she had "experimented with". She was Cate's size and they had wrestled several times during threesomes with Peter. But...how do you say to your best friend "Do you want to fight?" Would she think Cate was weird? And...Cate knew she was already playing with fire having threesomes with her best friend. They'd all been drunk the first time. Get her drunk and get her into a fight? Get rough during a wrestle and let it escalate? That was the plan she was working up the nerve to carry out when it happened.
Tanya got into her face at the school swimming carnival after Cate beat her in a heat. Accusing her of "bunging on" her posh accent. Tanya had a great body, stocky at 1.65m and 63kg, which looked sensational in her black one piece swimming costume [Cate looked pretty hot in her pale blue one piece too!].
Tanya finally got right up close to her and said quietly "You think you're pretty special but I'll bet you don't have the guts to meet me after school?" Cate had responded coolly "Where and when?" Tanya had grinned "Just you and me?" [Cate didn't know then that Tanya was under threat of expulsion for fighting and couldn't risk a public fight.] Cate swallowed hard and listened to the voice in her head "No, I'd want my boyfriend there."
Peter tried hard to talk her out of it, pleaded with her, threatened not to go with her but she called his bluff on that one. Tanya's boyfriend was a sulky brute called Michael that Cate didn't like the look of at all. Peter negotiated rules with Tanya while Cate and the brute looked on. It helped that Tanya didn't want any visible damage for the same reason she couldn't afford a public fight. At one point Peter threatened they would walk away but Tanya just smiled and gave way on all his points.
They removed their school dresses, as they would just get torn anyway, and stripped to the one piece swimming costumes they still wore and which Peter hoped would provide some protection for Cate. He held her trembling body and kissed her. "You can still back out" he said "I don't want you to do this OK?". She kissed him again and groaned "No, I want this." He looked her in the eyes and sighed "Just remember, if it doesn't go your way, give in straight away before she really hurts you. I'll make sure it stops. I really admire you for doing this. Good luck! I love you."
They say no plan survives first contact with the enemy and all Cate's theories and strategies from reading about catfights went out the window when Tanya cracked her across the face with a mighty stap that turned her head and she reeled away. Tanya was on her raining punches to her body before grabbing her hair and painfully rag dolling her all over the place. Cate punched her breast from underneath which seemed to infuriate Tanya who threw her to the ground and mounted her, ripping her swimming costume open and clawing her perfect 36C breasts. Cate sobbed but ripped Tanya's swimming costume with all her strength and clawed her 38B breasts in return. Tanya grinned through the pain as she crushed Cate's breasts harder "Pathetic Blondie, is that all you've got?"
Cate realised she should be doing something to throw Tanya off her but she was firmly astride her and Cate's best efforts did nothing to disturb her except provoke Tanya into raking her claws down Cate's breasts. The shock of this caused Cate to lose her grip on Tanya's breasts. Tanya leaned back and slid her hand under what was left of Cate's one piece, clawing her pussy.
Cate screamed the agreed word "Surrender" and Peter was on his feet "That's it. Get off her." he said in a commanding voice. Michael had risen too and went to grab Peter. Peter had anticipated this as he had gone over this scenario again and again in his mind while sitting on the park bench watching the girls catfight. He pivoted and drove his left fist into Michael's throat but checked himself from using full force because this was a move that his father had taught him, to be used only in case of dire emergency. Michael dropped noiselessly to the ground with his hands reaching to his throat. Peter turned back to the girls on the ground and took two steps towards them...then stopped.
Tanya was sitting on Cate's face but also had her fingers in Cate's pussy and it was very clear from Cate's responses that she was immensely enjoying the experience. He sat the fuck back down! He glanced at Michael now sitting on the ground. He was clearly uncomfortable but OK.
The girls came spectacularly together and Tanya rolled off Cate. They both lay on the grass recovering. Eventually Tanya got up and rubbed her foot over Cate's face before sliding it down to rest on her stomach as she raised her arms in a victory pose and stared boldly at Peter. Who stared back. He couldn't help the pure desire he felt for Tanya after she had conquered Cate but he knew he couldn't act on it.
Tanya stripped the remnants of Cate's one piece from her saying "Another one for the trophy drawer." and tossed the remains of her own costume on the grass next to Cate saying "That was fun Blondie. We should do it again some time. Here's something to remember me by."
Tanya came over to the bench and put her dress on, then her shoes and socks. Peter felt the heat and sex radiating from her body as she sat next to him. She nodded to Michael now struggling to get up "Impressive, Peter. Let me know if you ever want to upgrade."
"He king hit me when I wasn't ready." Michael croaked "Next time..."
Peter laughed "Any time, bozo." as Tanya helped Michael to his feet and they slowly walked away.
Peter went to Cate and held her without speaking.
Eventually she smiled at him and said "It's OK my love." she swallowed "I actually really enjoyed that, all of it."
She watched him steadily as he slowly exhaled "Then I guess it's just as well that I have a secret catfight fetish. I didn't have a problem with you catfighting babe, it's just I would have liked you to be better prepared and you could have picked an easier opponent for your first match. Maybe you'll let me help you next time."
They made love in the park until way after dark when he helped her home and she sneaked into her bedroom unseen.
Peter was a bastard however. When Cate spent her gap year after school on her first trip to Japan and they agreed that they were free to see other people, Cate didn't mean that he should spend the whole year fucking Tanya.
But he redeemed himself by bringing Tanya to Cate when she returned. After a year of catfighting at the club it was Cate sitting on Tanya's face after the rematch.
Japan had certainly been good to Cate. She stirred. It was time to go downstairs to act as interpreter for the Mama-San welcoming Alexandra to the Club. She spoke good English apparently. A linguist like herself! Cate ached for her first glimpse of her soon to be opponent on the mats.
When the driver appeared even fluent Cate had trouble following the rapid fire native Japanese fury of the Mama-San. Alexandra had got the driver to take her to a hotel and told him to pick her up the next day at 10am! Cate had to suppress her smile given the Mama-San's fury but oh, this girl had some chutzpah!
Diana opened the door in her hotel robe and smiled. Alexandra followed her in and let the door close behind her. They kissed as they walked and Alexandra deftly threw Diana on the bed and then straddled her "I hope you like rough sex." she said. Actually, it didn't matter whether Diana liked it or not, it was what she was getting but it was always polite to ask.
Diana stared up at her and for the first time Alexandra noticed how beautiful her translucent green eyes were against her golden tanned skin "Actually, between trips I work in a Dungeon in Soho as a Mistress. I can go Dominatrix or Submissive but I prefer Submissive and I can take anything you want to dish out." she said.
"Perfect!" said Alexandra as she slapped her.
After a torrid session they lay completely sated in each others arms. Alexandra sighed "That was perfect Darling, just what I needed."
"Me too!" sighed Diana.
"Normally I'd want you to give me some back but I'm here for a catfight so my body can't be marked." said Alexandra.
"That's OK, I understand. I love a good catfight myself. We do them at the Dungeon." said Diana "Who is your opponent?"
"Oh, an English girl like yourself." said Alexandra.
Diana stiffened "Fuck! It's not Cate is it?"
Alexandra smiled "That's the name I've been given but..."
"I know her!" She catfights at the Dungeon in London. Fuck, she's beaten me twice. I'd heard she was in Japan."
"Well then it's probably her." smiled Alexandra "Tell me about her, tell me everything you know about her."
When Diana had finished Alexandra licked her lips and said "I could get you a ticket to watch if you like. Are you sure you have to go tomorrow Darling?"
"Yes. Well I could go sick but I've done that too often recently and they're a bit pissed off with me, so I'd better not." said Diana smiling sheepishly.
" 'Pissed off' means angry yes?" smiled Alexandra and Diana nodded "Well then, the next time we meet I hope you are pissed off with me."
"In London?" queried Diana with a raised eyebrow.
"Or Moscow." smiled Alexandra "Or even Tokyo" she added "I'm here for a year."
Cate admired Alexandra's proud bearing even as she drank in her elegant figure and profound beauty as she was ushered into the Mama-Sans office by the hapless chauffeur, who beat a hasty retreat. "Hello Alexandra and welcome to Tokyo." smiled Cate as they shook hands.
"You must be Cate" said Alexandra, liking what she saw in front of her.
The Mama-San started a staccato rant in Japanese, which Cate translated as "The Mama-San welcomes you to Tokyo and is pleased to have you under her roof but regrets that you couldn't be her guest last night."
Alexandra smiled at her faintly "I think perhaps she was a little more er..."
"Emphatic" supplied Cate smiling back at her.
"Precisely, thank you...more 'emphatic' than that."
Cate turned and spoke rapidly to the Mama-San who responded tersely, while looking sternly at Alexandra.
Cate then responded in what seemed a forceful manner directly to the Mama-San, who finally gave a reluctant nod.
Cate said to Alexandra "I'll take you up to your room now" and nodded and bowed her way out of the room. "The Mama-San just asked that I act as your guide if you wish to leave the club before our match." she said in a low voice.
Alexandra gripped Cate's bicep forcefully and pulled her around to face her in the hallway. Cate's ample chest heaved with excitement. Alexandra kissed her hard on the lips. "I didn't need a translator to know what was really going on in there. Thank you for what you did Cate."
Cate kissed her back hard "My pleasure" she gasped "And you can lay hands on me anytime Alexandra."
Alexandra smirked and released her "Cate, I often make friends with the girls I catfight with, after our match I have a feeling that we will be friends but not before." she had to toy with Cate sexually, maintain ascendancy.
Cate showed Alexandra the small room next to her own where her bags had already been placed saying "This was Keiko's room." and then she showed her the central communal bathroom and kitchenette. There were a dozen small rooms that had been built into the attic space which were used by girls who fought at the club.
"You can always rent your own place but it's frightfully expensive in Tokyo." said Cate apologetically.
Despite herself and her determination to present a stern visage to her opponent Alexandra smiled "Perhaps we Russians do not look for peas under the mattress as English Princesses do?"
"Oh touche Alexandra!" laughed Cate "That's rather good! Would you like me to make tea while you start unpacking Darling?" Cate hoped that Alexandra didn't understand that the failure of the Mama-San to offer tea had been a calculated insult, intended to convey her displeasure.
Alexandra had finished unpacking her few things when Cate returned with the tea and laid it on the futon between them where they sat cross legged.
"By the way, your friend from the Dungeon, Diana, sends her love." said Alexandra and then had to explain what had transpired.
"If I was you I wouldn't tell the Mama-San about any of that." said Cate when Alexandra had finished "Anyway" she pouted "I was so disappointed when you didn't turn up, I was so looking forward to meeting you."
"Why?" asked Alexandra with a glint in her eye.
"Because for me a catfight, win or lose, is the ultimate erotic experience - something I really only share with the other woman involved, not the spectators." said Cate.
"It is a sacrament between two women." said Alexandra staring into her eyes.
"Oh, beautifully put, that's exactly what it is." said Cate.
"Do you want to fuck me Cate? I mean, right now, not just after the fight?" asked Alexandra, conscious that she was starting to lose control of herself in the presence of this hot sexy woman.
"Oh desperately Darling." said Cate.
"But how can you do that when we will soon be tearing each other to pieces?" asked Alexandra feeling her breathing elevate.
"Don't be so fucking Russian about it, you don't have to compartmentalise everything. Catfighting is just the ultimate form of rough sex. Take it from me, there is nothing more beautiful than a catfight between lovers." said Cate staring into her eyes.
Alexandra processed this. She had found lovers while catfighting with them at the club in Moscow and she had fought them again while they were still lovers. She had been living with two of them, girls she regularly fought with at the club, before she came out here. With a shock she realised it was true, the quality of the experience was way elevated after they became lovers. How could it not be so? Catfighting to her was a sexual fetish. Many catfights dissolved in sex. She often came during her catfights. It was all about sex. Catfighting with a lover was just an extra layer of kink. Cate had changed her point of view...
Cate broke in on her thoughts "Anyway, that's my case. I'm going to make a porn movie in the showers, if necessary on my own. Join me if you dare, Alexandra." and left the room. Alexandra sat on her bed stunned as she listened to Cate kicking off her shoes and throwing off her clothes in the room next door, to emerge in a kimono tied tightly around her slim waist. Cate stalked towards the showers without a backward glance. Alexandra admired her perfect derriere and shapely bare legs. She rose and threw off her own clothes, putting on the kimono hanging on the back of her door, a present from Keiko. Then she walked to the showers feeling the arousal in every fibre of her body.
Had Cate won the first round? Had she broken her? Was her will stronger? "I don't give a fuck about any of that, I just want this." Alexandra thought as she stepped into the shower room and hung up her kimono.
The warm water cascaded down Cate's shapely 36C 26 36 body as Alexandra pressed her exquisite 34B 22 34 frame into her and their full lips met.
Alexandra had had many sexy sessions in showers in her life but never anything remotely like this. The way Cate soaped her down, used her luscious body, her hands and mouth. The taste of her pussy. Alexandra found herself responding to her in a way she never had before and was pleased to feel the effect she was having on Cate in return. Each considered the other the most beautiful woman they had ever been with. Alexandra was lying on top of Cate in a 69 with two showerheads raining down on them when the hot water from the boiler started to give out.
They went back to their rooms and laid the two futons next to each other in Cate's room. Something Cate obviously did with Keiko Alexandra thought without jealousy - she was the one here with her now, that was all that mattered. That was all that would ever matter - what was here, in the moment. They lay down and began kissing. Cate said "Tomorrow night we fight like whores. But it's not for them Darling, it's for us!"
Alexandra woke up after mid day to find Cate lying on her side smiling at her from the adjacent futon greeting her with "Good morning lover."
Alexandra yawned and stretched, putting her arms and long legs in the air, which Cate found unbearably sexy, before rolling on her side to face Cate "Oh that was definitely what I needed!" she said "There's nothing like the sleep you have after a great fucking session!"
Cate giggled and shuffled into her and after a lingering kiss they held each other. Cate and said "Darling, we need to talk." and there followed a lengthy discussion on their private agreed rules for their catfight. It turned out that their likes and dislikes were virtually identical.
"Now I'm sure you've been told about the match fees." Cate said and Alexandra nodded "But if we play this right, we can do a lot better."
Alexandra stiffened "Are you talking about fixing the fight for the bets?" she asked frostily.
"Oh good heavens no." Cate said hastily "That would actually be incredibly dangerous with the sort of people who will be betting. No, I'm talking about the tips, the bonuses the spectators pay us if they really like the fight we put on. They will be far more than the match fees and we get to keep all of them, for once the Mama-San doesn't take a cut, and they are split equally between the winner and the loser. Tonight's crowd is the elite, a lot will fly in on private jets and there will be Princes and oil Sheikhs among them. If they like what they see they will tip big."
"Go on." smiled Alexandra.
"What I have noticed is that the crowd seems to love the sexual humiliation of the loser even more than the catfight itself." Cate paused as Alexandra giggled and nodded "So I suggest we make the the most of that, I personally will have no problem worshipping your feet and your pussy for an hour" again Alexandra nodded and smiled "and we are on last after 6 preliminary bouts so we really can go that long if we want to, the question is what more can we do to spice it up that hasn't been done before? I thought there might be something you do in Moscow that we could use."
Alexandra frowned as she thought long and hard.
"Actually there is something. When girls catfight for the club championship the contest is always over 5 rounds, which are untimed with only 2 minutes between them, so it is basically 5 separate catfights back to back. It is extremely brutal but also for grudge matches, it is only 3 rounds. I myself have never fought in these contests, one catfight at a time has been enough for me but perhaps we can do something like that, with humiliation after each round?" said Alexandra.
Cate ran her tongue over her lips "I've fought over 3 and 5 rounds and yes it is brutal but more than that, it's exhausting. We'd need time to recover between each round and we don't want to lose momentum but I like the way you're thinking Darling." she said thoughtfully.
"Who says we have to do it all at the end? Why can't we space it out over the night with the other bouts in between to cover our recovery time!" said Alexandra.
Cate kissed her "You're a genius Alexandra. We start with Round 1, then 3 support bouts, then Round 2, 3 support bouts and Round 3 to finish!"
"No, 5 rounds, with the others between. We fight to destruction Cate. Unless you are afraid?" Alexandra said flatly with a hard expression on her face that Cate hadn't seen before. "I want that with you, the question is, do you want that with me?"
Cate groaned "I want that with you." and Alexandra lunged and kissed her forcefully.
"So it's best of 5? If we get to 3 Nil we stop there? Might be a bit of an anti-climax to have the support bouts going on after we finish." Cate frowned.
"So we don't stop, we continue. It would be a chance for the loser to regain at least some honour, or be completely destroyed 5 and Nil." said Alexandra breathing hard and reaching for her.
"Oh" gasped Cate "You're really turning me on now but we can't fuck..." she said holding Alexandra off "...we have to save it all for tonight."
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This time there was tea with the Mama-San. She was not in a good mood but was much more felicitous towards her two stars than in their last encounter. One of her girls had broken her ankle - dancing in a night club last night, the fool! And as if sensing her difficulties, the rival club that had agreed to lend her two of their girls, for a handsome fee, had reneged at the last minute. So she was down to 5 bouts and she had promised 7. The main bout was by far the most important but her clientele were easily displeased.
The normally taciturn and inscrutable Mama-San actually smiled as Cate explained what they proposed. She could easily portray this as 9 bouts rather than 7. Even if they only lasted for 3 bouts, as she thought far more likely, that would still get to the promised 7. And to have the two beautiful Western girls tear each other to pieces over even 3 rounds was far more than had been promised. And best of all, her practised eye and instinct told her the two beauties in front of her were wet for it. Her spy told her they had fucked with complete abandon for hours last night. Always better that way. They had the fever. They would destroy each other. She licked her lips in anticipation.
It's something incredible, as if it all really happened
I don't usually comment on things like this, but Alexandra is my friend, and since she became a character in this story, I can say that this blonde slut always preferred a sex fight to a real fight.
Alexandra, dressed only in a kimono, sat on the large studded leather couch at the edge of the fighting area that had been reserved for her and Cate. The other girls sat cross legged on the mats on either side of them facing the tiered seating on the other three sides of the "mats of truth". She wasn't used to being the main event, more used to being one of the 'other' girls but with Cate sitting beside her it felt right somehow - she simply ached with desire to match her mind and body against this magnificent woman in the ultimate contest. Diana had warned her about the intoxicating sexual allure with which Cate virtually paralysed her opponents but Alexandra had chosen to give in to it - it wasn't tactical but it was something she wanted too badly to resist.
But Alexandra had not totally lost her head to Cate - her calculation had been that a contest over 5 rounds would be to her advantage. Her fitness level was currently extraordinary - and she was younger by 5 years. Although Cate was clearly in great shape, at 30 she was older than all the girls at Alexandra's Moscow Club. The thought of submitting Cate was making her very wet. Her eyes flicked to one of the screens displaying their vital statistics, Cate outweighed her by 13 pounds - 6 kilos. From there her eyes passed to the betting tables where so many of the high rollers present were placing bets, probably mostly on Cate or her. She watched as they continued to file in, all dressed in the same simple kimonos, having had to bag and leave their clothes and other possessions on the way in. This was to guard against any possibility of illegal recording - the only record of what happened within these walls tonight would be the memories etched in the minds of those present.
Cate gave her hand a squeeze and kissed her "No long now Darling." she said reassuringly.
"I love you Cate." Alexandra blurted out.
"I love you too Sasha." cooed Cate in reply.
The crowd quietened as the Mama-San walked to the microphone. After mercifully few words she gestured towards Alexandra and Cate and the crowd exploded in deafening applause. Alexandra had to suppress a brief attack of imposter syndrome as Cate took her hand and they stood, letting their kimonos fall to the floor. They stepped onto the mats together and held each other as they exchanged a lingering kiss, as they had planned. The noise from the crowd rose to a crescendo when they finally, seemingly reluctantly, separated and walked to face each other on opposite sides of the mats.
Alexandra centred herself: this was it. Cate seemed...serene.
They started the dance slowly, circling each other warily before closing and feeling each other out by feinting and throwing slaps, punches and kicks with their bare feet. They were treating each other with respect. Cate scored first with a stinging slap that snapped Alexandra's face sideways but she was prevented from following up by the kick Alexandra landed on her thigh. They came together then, Alexandra landing a hard slap to Cate's face and Cate drilling her with a straight punch to one of her exquisite small breasts. This provoked a heated exchange of punches and kicks with both girls getting tagged on the breasts and the legs. They clinched and grabbed each other's hair, flinging each other around the arena. Each removing one hand from their opponents shoulder length blonde hair to throw short hard punches at their rival's breasts. A telling blow from Cate actually caused them to break apart and Alexandra to cry out.
Despite this mishap Alexandra felt elated, satisfied that she was, overall, holding her own. Both of them were breathing hard with sweat pouring off their beautiful bodies and Round 1 had not yet been decided. Neither of them had time to look but the Mama-San had a very satisfied look on her face. Not that the girls noticed this either but the crowd around them had grown completely quiet as they watched them stalk each other preparatory to the next act in this ballet of erotic violence.
Alexandra was trying to manoeuvre herself into position for a kick when Cate dived at her feet, just catching her and tipping her onto her back. Cate's follow up wasn't what Alexandra expected: instead of straddling her Cate stood on one of her ankles with both feet while wrenching the other ankle skywards with her hands. Alexandra screamed. Cate relented momentarily only to wrench the leg even higher. Another scream was torn from Alexandra. "Submit Darling." whispered Cate before wrenching the leg a third time. "Surrender" screamed Alexandra. And the crowd went wild.
Cate allowed the leg she was holding to drop slightly but held on to it while she stepped off Alexandra's other leg. She then slipped her long, elegant big toe into Alexandra's sopping wet pussy, expertly toe fucking her as the crowd went berserk.
Alexandra's body bucked wildly as she came helplessly under this onslaught. Cate wiped her foot over her face before forcing it in to her mouth. The crowd stirred noticeably as Alexandra took Cate's foot in both hands and pulled it deeper into mouth, worshipping it submissively. Then Cate sat on her face and rode it until she came while fingering Alexandra to orgasm at the same time.
They returned to their couch with their arms around each other's waists, slipping on the kimonos held for them by two of the other girls before resuming their seats. The tumultuous applause continued even after this, delaying the start of the next match slightly. They held each other and kissed "Well done Darling! You were awesome!" breathed Cate in her ear.
But Alexandra's gaze was fixed on the scoreboard with it's clear display of "Cate 1 v Alexandra 0" She felt a twinge, she didn't know why straight away. She was certainly turned on by everything they'd done. Then it hit her. She wanted Cate's respect - and she'd have to earn it.
That was sexual domination in round 1.
Quote from: tommyfighter on October 22, 2025, 02:08:10 PM
That was sexual domination in round 1.
Who do you think will win?
Quote from: Olga on October 23, 2025, 01:35:28 PM
Quote from: tommyfighter on October 22, 2025, 02:08:10 PM
That was sexual domination in round 1.
Who do you think will win?
Cate has the momentum, so unless Alexandra can get her act together between rounds she will be in store for a beatdown. Cate destroys her.
Alexandra sat on the couch as Cate gently kissed and caressed her and they watched the next bout together. Aiko vs Sakura. Two beautiful smaller girls. Alexandra could feel the energy bristling from their taut bodies as they faced each other. She studied their stats with professional interest. Aiko was only 18 and 105 pounds. Sakura was 21 and 108 pounds. "Aiko is a new girl from the countryside, anxious to prove herself. Sakura has been here for a while." whispered Cate in her ear.
The two girls literally tore into each other, throwing punches and kicks with abandon and little thought for defence. Alexandra's mouth opened as her breathing became deeper. "It can't last long at this rate." she thought then it occurred to her that "Cate and I will be back out there sooner than I thought."
Sakura skilfully took Aiko to the mats and they fought furiously on the floor. Then Aiko flipped Sakura and mounted her, really taking control, pounding her body with her fists. Alexandra was grateful for the rule against blows to the face, she would have been sickened to see Sakura's beauty marred, well, any girls for that matter. She realised Sakura had stopped fighting back and lay helplessly under her conqueror with her hands laying slack on the mats. At that moment she felt Cate's body stiffen. The Mama-San remained in her seat, making no move to intervene. There was no referee and Alexandra felt the panic rising in her as Aiko shouted at Sakura in Japanese and continued to pound her body with her fists.
But Cate was already moving. She ran to close the distance and block Aiko's fist from descending once more onto the helpless Sakura, speaking rapidly in Japanese. Out of sheer instinct Alexandra followed Cate onto the mats. Sakura was conscious but clearly in a lot of pain. Cate spoke gently to her. Sakura was protesting but eventually nodded then turned her head away in shame. Aiko, looking confused, rose unsteadily to her feet and Cate raised her hand and announced her victory to the crowd, who cheered enthusiastically.
Cate then knelt at Aiko's feet and bowed her head, speaking quietly. Aiko responded with what Alexandra could now recognise as "Yes" and some other words she couldn't recognise. Cate lay on her back and Aiko sat on her face. Cate had offered her submission in place of the badly beaten Sakura.
Alexandra was already comforting Sakura, who was now curled in a ball sobbing heavily. Sakura responded to her gentle caresses and turned to face her. "Thank you." she said in English, startling Alexandra who kissed her tenderly. She really was quite beautiful. Sakura's eyes flicked to Aiko screaming as she rode Cate's face and she grimaced. Alexandra cooed soothingly and caressed her shapely legs. Sakura sighed and closed her eyes. Alexandra breathed on her pussy through her hair and Sakura groaned. She then locked her mouth onto her pussy and pleasured her with her tongue, slowly at first but rising in intensity until Sakura bucked and came hard.
Cate and Aiko crawled over. Aiko knelt and extended a hand to Sakura and helped her up, they kissed and hugged gently. The pin drop silence then exploded into rapturous applause, which continued as Aiko helped Sakura off the mats to the couch where they would watch Alexandra and Cate. Cate hugged Alexandra and kissed her, Alexandra could taste Aiko's sex on her, which made her pussy throb. "Well done Darling" whispered Cate "It was the right thing to do. Just stand fast while I call that bitch out."
Cate broke away and walked deliberately to stand in front of where the Mama-San was sitting. The room rapidly fell silent. Alexandra held her breath. Two of the uniformed security guards edged in closer to the Mama-San, giving an unmistakeable warning. Cate stared down at her and she stared back. The Mama-San opened her mouth to speak but Cate raised her voice and spoke over her in a torrent of rapid fire Japanese that few Westerners could have managed.
Alexandra couldn't understand a word but Cate's meaning was plain, punctuated with abrupt and angry gestures with her hands. Alexandra admired Cate's magnificent naked body from behind as it tensed with anger and she groaned with pure desire as she murmured "Oh Cate."
With a final abrupt horizontal chop of her hand to punctuate the contemptuous words she spat at the Mama-San, Cate turned her back on her and walked over to Aiko and Sakura on the couch. Cate laid a hand on each and spoke quietly to them and the other Japanese girls who had remained sitting throughout. There was a murmur of agreement and nodding of heads at the end.
Cate turned to Alexandra, who had followed her over and said "Let's take a moment to reset Darling." as they walked out to the centre of the mats. Cate sat cross legged with her palms open over her knees in the classic yoga position and closed her eyes. Facing her Alexandra did the same and emptied her mind, focusing only on her heartbeat and breathing, which gradually slowed. The stillness in the room was extraordinary as the silence grew and finally became deafening.
Cate stirred and Alexandra heard her feet scrape on the mats as she went to stand up. She opened her eyes and they stood together, facing each other. Cate bowed to her and she bowed back. They stepped away and began to circle each other.
They fought much as they had in the first round, exchanging flurries of punches and kicks before separating and coming together again. Cate knew how to punch and she hit hard but Alexandra had good technique and was able to hold her own. She silently thanked her coach and mentor for the past year, "Big Sasha" for that, and so many other things.
Alexandra didn't want to go to the ground with Cate unless she had gained a definite advantage first - Cate was clearly stronger than her. She had also decided to avoid further clinches if she could - Cate's strength had given her the advantage there. Alexandra's strategy was focused on getting a kick in, preferably a devastating one to the pussy. They had been exchanging kicks throughout but each had been careful to guard their pussy, though taking many hits on the legs.
Alexandra saw another chance for a snap kick to the pussy but Cate turned and took it on the thigh, then dropped to one knee and punched Alexandra in the stomach. Alexandra, momentarily off balance, saw it coming and tensed her strong abs but it still knocked the wind out of her and her knees folded and she fell to the ground. Cate scrambled to straddle her but Alexandra managed to scissor one of Cate's legs with her own and to rake her nails down Cate's full breasts. Cate grabbed Alexandra's wrists and forced them to the ground and they wound up with their breasts pressed together and their mouths so close they were breathing the same air in and out.
Inevitably, Cate's mouth dropped to Alexandra's and they were French kissing with abandon, as well as thrusting their sweat soaked breasts hard against each other... and then there was the effect of Alexandra's legs wrapped tightly around one of Cate's, their smooth thighs in contact with each other's pussy. They screamed as they came together through several shattering climaxes, Alexandra somehow maintaining her leg scissors until the last one when they simply flew apart. Cate released Alexandra's wrists at the same time and she rolled off to lie on her back next to her. They both took in huge gulps of air as they struggled to recover.
They had both forgotten about the crowd as they stared at the ceiling. The large room was in fact completely silent once again, the spectators simply agog at what had played out between these two beautiful women before their eyes.
They turned to look at each other and smiled as they both continued to breathe hard. "No rush." said Cate easily "Should we restart when we're both ready?"
"Yes!" gulped Alexandra gratefully.
"Feet or knees Darling?" asked Cate.
Alexandra thought for a moment. That was sporting of Cate. She had no doubt Cate was well aware of the protocol that dictated since they'd been on the floor when they stopped, they should restart on their knees. She would much rather restart on her feet but she didn't want to take advantage of Cate's generosity. She wanted to fight this magnificent woman honestly. "Knees" she said deliberately.
They took a few minutes more to recover their breath then faced each other on their knees. They nodded to each other in turn to confirm they were ready then shuffled forward to clasp hands, interleaving their fingers in a classic 'trial of strength'. This felt exhilarating for both girls as they strained against each other. Their chests were soon thrust hard against each other with their hands down by their sides as they struggled to gain the advantage. Cate was slowly overpowering Alexandra, who deliberately gave way on one side, attempting to turn Cate using her own momentum, so as to get on top of her side and perhaps scissor her waist, as she had done to an opponent once before. This plan was ruined by the elbow Cate threw into her breast and a confused melee followed where they grappled furiously by instinct showing short punches, scratching and crushing breasts and pulling hair. The action was simply too fast for the spectators to follow and even the girls themselves were not entirely clear about the sequence of events. Alexandra fought harder than she ever had before but Cate's strength eventually allowed her to prevail, lying on top of Alexandra with her arms pinned and her legs hooked in a very sexy grapevine. They were both enjoying this position so much that Cate drew it out as long as she could, rhythmically stretching Alexandra's legs and easing off until they both came explosively.
Then she just lay on top of Alexandra kissing her before swivelling to take her in a 69. Strictly speaking it wasn't submission sex but it was what she felt like.
Cate hugged Alexandra as they walked off the mats to loud cheering. "You were incredible out there Darling."
Though she was totally sexually sated by what they'd just done, sitting on the couch, looking at the scoreboard with it's brutal clarity of "Cate 2 vs Alexandra 0", Alexandra wasn't so sure she was "incredible".
She started to doubt herself. After all she would never have been matched against Cate at the Moscow Club. Cate was bigger by 13 pounds with [an unnecessary glance at the scoreboard confirmed] more than 10 times the number of Club catfights in London and Tokyo than Alexandra had to her credit. With only one more defeat out of that far larger total than Alexandra had herself.
Who could take her seriously? She was just a 'jobber', a journeyman a...'tomato can'. Cate had literally wiped her gorgeous feet on her. Fuck.
Big Sasha's words came back to her then "Bullshit. Everyone is beatable."
Big Sasha had seen something special in her, had believed in her.
Sure she'd had a string of losses starting out but she was basically learning on the job. And her run of victories recently, against girls of roughly the same weight as her, had impressed the club bosses - and Big Sasha.
Cate had even told her about her own early defeats as they tried to puzzle out why they were both so turned on by losing - was it linked to these initial experiences? Were they, in fact, formative?
Alexandra shook her head. This had been an incredible experience so far and she had loved every second of it but... she badly wanted to win the next round. She wanted Cate's respect but, even more, she wanted to be able to respect herself.
She knew the answer was inside her and she just needed to dig deeper to find it.
Alexandra enjoyed the next match between Akari and Yuzuki while being caressed by Cate on the couch. It was a long hardfought contest, which she was grateful for as it gave her more time to recover and to think. Yuzuki eventually submitted Akari in a triangle choke and sat on her face. Alexandra smiled at the sheer joy of Yuzuki as she celebrated her victory.
They held hands as they walked onto the mats for Round 3, drawing together for a hug and a lingering kiss before they separated. "I know what's inside you Darling, just let it out." Cate whispered to her.
Alexandra was conscious of the toll this contest had already taken on her body, the stiffness, the aches and pains, particularly in her legs where Cate had kicked her. Still, she knew Cate must be feeling much the same.
She had thought hard about her strategy but simply couldn't think of an alternative that promised a better chance of winning at least one round for her and salving some pride, which was her goal now. Options against a bigger, stronger, more experienced and more skilful opponent were limited.
Still, thanks to Big Sasha, she knew she had some skills. If given the chance to display them and seize the initiative, she also understood the importance of not relinquishing it.
They fought across the mats, exchanging punches and kicks. Alexandra felt more sluggish and thought Cate was moving more slowly and tentatively. This sort of 5 round contest was uncharted waters for her and this was only round 3!
Cate was definitely moving more slowly, maybe her age would catch up with her in rounds 4 and 5? This thought cheered Alexandra as they once again drew together to slug it out. She feinted and dodged and Cate moved to counter her and there - there it was - the opening she'd been patiently working towards and she kicked the back of Cate's knee and Cate fell to the mats on her back. The speed and fluidity of Alexandra's follow up was astonishing as she dropped and delivered a perfect forearm smash across Cate's full breasts. The exhilaration flowed through her as straddled Cate, spreading her legs wide in a grapevine, pinning her arms and dropping her mouth to her nipple, biting it lightly. "Give." she quietly ordered Cate before taking her other nipple in her mouth and biting it slightly harder. Her warning was clear. She could not afford to give Cate time to recover - the next bite would be harder.
"Surrender" screamed Cate in apparent agony.
Alexandra rose up and settled comfortably with her wet pussy on Cate's stomach. Cate was sobbing uncontrollably. Whether she was playing it up or this was simply her reaction to her defeat Alexandra couldn't tell. She loved it when girls cried at the end of a match, when she made them cry. She loved a good cry herself.
Alexandra smiled and started slapping Cate's face from side to side. Not hard, just to add to her humiliation. Cate's sobbing intensified. Alexandra bent to kiss her and Cate groaned with pleasure "Oh you were fantastic Sasha. You made me your bitch. Use me any way you like, please!" she panted.
Alexandra rolled off Cate and lay on her back, pointing to her feet. "Start down there and work your way up." she ordered in a terse whisper. She loved foot worship, particularly after a catfight. She loved giving it and receiving it and was proud of her elegant, slender feet. But she had never experienced anything like the worship Cate now gave her toes and feet before slowly working her way up her calves and thighs and teasing her pussy with her breath and tongue before devouring her and taking her to a shuddering climax.
Cate disengaged and lay on her back and Alexandra sat on her face as her multiple orgasm continued. She had never felt so powerful, so liberated in her life. She fingered Cate who was jerking around underneath her as she lost control of her body. Cate was certainly telling the truth when she said she was more turned on by defeat!
Eventually they were completely spent and the other girls came on to the mats and helped them back to their couch. The crowd, that had been silent listening intently to the fabulous noises they had been making, had erupted again. They were cheering wildly. For her, Alexandra realised. Also for Cate but mostly for her and her victory. But it certainly helped to have a sexy loser! Which was what she herself had been in the first two rounds, she realised. She smiled, in a funny way it was definitely a partnership between her and Cate to produce this fabulous spectacle. No, this fabulous experience they were sharing, the spectators didn't really matter.
There was a crowd at the betting tables. The odds had probably shifted, she thought with satisfaction. She had certainly felt something shift out there - like a baton being passed from Cate to her. She was still down 2 rounds to 1 but...could she do it again? Could she even win this match against the fabulous woman sitting next to her? Big Sasha's words echoed in her mind "Everyone is beatable." and she shivered.
She looked sideways at Cate, as serene and happy as ever, sipping from a water bottle watching Haruka and Rin beat seven bells out of each other. They seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely, throwing what seemed good natured comments and curses at each other and smiling as they fought.
She snuggled in to Cate and kissed her cheek to get her attention "We're going to have to ease back on the fucking or we're never going to make it through another 2 rounds." she said "That last one I think the fucking took more out of me than the fight."
Cate turned and locked lips with her, patting her pussy at the same time "Oh but it's so much fun Darling! she cooed "Besides, don't you find the sex rejuvenating?"
"English please." said Alexandra smiling, it was what she always said when Cate used an English word she didn't know.
"Oh, pooh to you, Darling, you know what I meant." Cate pouted "Anyway, these girls usually take a while so why don't you drink some water and relax? I can't wait to see what you do in the next round, now that you've hit your stride." Cate's eyes twinkled.
Alexandra swore in Russian and grinned "Always with the sex with you!" Cate started giggling and they both laughed.
After sitting and laying on the couch for a while Alexandra certainly noticed the stiffness and soreness and general heaviness in her body as she walked out hand in hand with Cate for Round 4. The only consolation was that it seemed to her that Cate was even worse off.
They pressed their naked bodies together for a lingering kiss and Cate murmured "Show me who you are, Darling." as they separated. Alexandra smiled, that was the sort of thing Big Sasha would have said to her if she had been here. Cate was like her coach and her opponent rolled into one.
They began to circle each other warily. Was it just fatigue or was there a certain tentativeness about them? A deepening respect for their opponent perhaps? Or something else?
They drew together exchanging punches and kicks. They both felt the effort of it. Cate seemed sluggish as she advanced slowly. Alexandra saw the chance to get in a short kick to the front of the knee that she had kicked in the last round. It wasn't a telling blow but Cate gasped and it caused her to 'prop' momentarily, rendering her a 'sitter' for the hard punch to her breast that followed. But Cate walked through it to grab Alexandra's hair with both hands and throw her to the mats with herself landing on top. Cate straddled Alexandra and went to grab her hands but Alexandra knew that would be the end and her hands flew to Cate's hair and she bucked her whole body violently sideways to throw her off. Cate wound up on her back and Alexandra on her side next to her scrambling to her knees as Cate tried to rise. Alexandra reverse straddled Cate and punched down into her stomach, driving the air from her, feeling the fight drain out of her. "Give" she said quietly raising her other fist to strike again until she felt the weak tapping on her thigh.
Alexandra sat there for a moment, head bowed, gratefully sucking in air. She felt overwhelmed by what she had achieved. She had levelled the score at 2 all! And she felt this surging confidence with the feeling that maybe Cate wouldn't have much left for Round 5.
That focused her thoughts on Cate, who must be uncomfortable underneath her. She rolled off and turned to look at Cate, whose full breasts rose as, relieved of the weight on her chest, she took a deep breath. Tears trickled down her cheeks. Alexandra lay on her side next to Cate propped on her elbow as she gently brushed the hair away from her face and stroked her cheek before kissing her tenderly on her full, trembling lips. She felt this overwhelming desire for the beautiful woman she had just conquered but in a different way to what she usually felt. She felt no desire to dominate or humiliate her just to...
"I love you Sasha." whispered Cate.
"I love you Cate." Alexandra responded without thinking but knowing in that moment that it was true. She bent her head and they shared a long, gentle, beautiful kiss.
Alexandra stood and helped Cate to her feet, wrapping an arm around her waist to help her back to their sofa. The Japanese girls all stood, caught out, expecting a long session of submission sex before they had to help the two Western girls off the mats as they had after the previous round. They hung back however, awed by the aura of intimacy surrounding these two beautiful women who had fought each other to a standstill and found each other at the same time.
For the first time in her life, Alexandra took no notice of a glorious catfight raging right in front of her. Her attention was completely focused on Cate as they kissed, caressed and whispered to each other on the couch. They only became aware that the match had ended when Mio and Emika approached their couch in a bedraggled state assisted by the other girls.
"I don't want to do this." whispered Alexandra to Cate.
"Liar" smiled Cate "Of course you do."
"Well I do and I don't." said Alexandra, genuinely confused about her feelings.
"We have to finish this Darling. For us." said Cate standing up.
Again they drew together for a passionate kiss before they began. "Do what you have to do Sasha." whispered Cate as they separated.
Alexandra was conscious that she was nearly done, the rest on the couch had helped to push back the leaden exhaustion she felt but had done nothing for the stiffness and soreness that afflicted her whole body. She had a sudden idea and thought "fuck it" - dropping to the mats and going through a series of yoga stretches. Cate laughed and copied her, matching her moves pose for pose. The audience didn't seem to mind the two beautiful naked women taking time out to stretch and flaunt their magnificent bodies. Alexandra could feel it loosening up her body and even refreshing her. When they finally stood up she felt a lot better.
But as they engaged she felt slow. Cate was also slower and her punches lacked the power of earlier in the match. After a couple of desultory skirmishes Cate blocked her punch and grabbed her hair with both hands, flinging her to the mats and landing on top of her, winding her. As Cate reared up to straddle her all she could do was claw her breasts. She felt the agony as Cate retaliated by clawing her own before seizing her wrists and pinning them.
This wasn't so bad Alexandra thought as she lay underneath Cate feeling her wet pussy on her stomach, recovering her breath from being winded. Cate was also sucking in a lot of air, content for the moment to rest on top of her and recover. It was obviously very close to the end, neither girl had much more to give. Alexandra didn't feel she had the strength to buck Cate off so she waited patiently. At this stage it seemed probable that she would lose the match but she might get one chance to pull off a reversal and she had to save all her remaining strength for it.
After what seemed like an age Cate spread her legs wider and lowered her mouth towards Alexandra's nipple. It was now or never. With both feet planted on the mats Alexandra threw herself sideways with everything she had left and Cate landed untidily on her side losing her grip on Alexandra's wrists.
Also on her side, facing Cate, Alexandra instinctively tried to knee her in the pussy but because of their relative positions couldn't quite reach it and her knee struck between Cate's upper thighs which caused her to recoil slightly. At the same moment their tangled hands locked up and Alexandra powered forward, forcing Cate onto her back and straddling her, pinning her hands to the mats.
It was clear that Cate was completely exhausted as she smiled up at Alexandra "Well done Darling!" she whispered quietly as she relaxed the grip her hands had on Alexandra's, freeing them.
Alexandra reared back and two and then three of her long fingers slid easily into Cate's pussy. When they made contact with her clitoris Cate screamed as if Alexandra was digging her nails in when she was actually massaging Cate's throbbing clit. The crowd was completely silent. Many were enthralled by the cruel smile on Alexandra's face as she tortured the magnificent woman she had vanquished.
Cate's arms flailed about weakly on the mats and her whimpering and screaming intensified as Alexandra continued to stroke her to a grand finale, when Cate gave a final blood curdling scream of "Surrender." and lay there sobbing heavily.
Alexandra slowly slid forward and sat on Cate's face. The one part of Cate's body that was still active was her tongue and Alexandra gasped and closed her eyes as it lashed her pussy. Her whole body shuddered and she screamed in ecstasy as she came in Cate's mouth. She never forgot the sense of power that flooded through her at that moment, the moment she conquered Cate.
It's hard for me to imagine. I never felt any sympathy for the girl I fought with. We never kissed or showed any respect for each other.
Quote from: NekoKitsune on October 27, 2025, 08:44:58 AM
It's hard for me to imagine. I never felt any sympathy for the girl I fought with. We never kissed or showed any respect for each other.
You don't necessarily have to project this onto a fight; imagine you were running a race with a friend, or competing in a swimming race. That's rivalry, too, but it's unlikely to have sparked hatred (though, anything can happen).
The other girls had helped them into their kimonos and back to the sofa where they each gratefully took a glass of ice cold champagne. Cate said something to the uniformed waitress and she returned with the bottle in an ice bucket resting in a metal stand and positioned it within easy reach where Cate had directed her. Two of the smartly dressed security guards were removing most of the mats from the fighting area, leaving only a smaller square around the sofa which the other girls sat on cross legged. Lastly the guards placed light metal bollards linked by a chain around the remaining mat area and took up positions with their backs to the wall on either side. This was the signal for the other guards to let the spectators, glasses in hand, spill onto what had been the fighting area only moments before and for more waitresses to appear with trays of food.
Alexandra marvelled at the speed and elegant sophistication of it all - she had never seen anything quite like it in the Moscow club, although it was usual there to provide vodka and caviar to the high roller spectators after the matches concluded - they had after all paid a small fortune to attend - there was a characteristic Russian clunkiness about the way it was done.
A tray of small pieces of sushi appeared between them and Alexandra suddenly realised how hungry she felt! Similar trays on low stands a few inches high were placed between the girls sitting on the mats and they ate Japanese style. Alexandra noticed that they were all drinking tea from tea sets placed on similar low stands and knew the girls would shortly be expected to circulate among the crowd. She was thankful that Cate had negotiated with the Mama-San for them to be exempted from this duty after their marathon contest. They finished the delicious sushi and it was immediately replaced by a tray of sashimi, clearly prepared by a master. Alexandra loved sashimi but had not had anything quite like this since her days working as a model. Cate had been refilling their glasses and held up the empty bottle to a waitress to be replaced. They smiled at each other, completely content and relaxed.
The Japanese girls went to mingle with the guests and Alexandra sighed and closed her eyes. When she opened them she got a shock. Someone she recognised was grinning at her from just beyond the rope. A Russian Oligarch she had seen at the club in Moscow. Next to him was a brutally attractive young brunette, his mistress no doubt. Or one of them. He beckoned her over.
"You don't have to go." said Cate.
Alexandra sighed "Actually I kind of do, it does not serve to deny men like him." and stood up. Cate also stood and took her hand. Alexandra felt a surge of gratitude towards her. They walked over. Alexandra fixed a smile on her face and greeted him in Russian.
He replied in kind "Congratulations Alexandra on your great victory over this weak English girl but she was hardly a match for you. My girl Svetlana also catfights and she will give you a much better contest." he handed her a card "I am called back to Moscow but when you return we will all get together at my dacha, yes?" Svetlana's dark eyes were boring into her own and she felt Cate's grip on her hand tighten.
Alexandra smiled and nodded "I would like that very much." and with a nod of agreement the oligarch smiled and left with his mistress in tow.
They returned to the sofa and sat sideways facing each other with a foot comfortably ensconced in each other's pussy. "He want's me to fight his mistress in a private match at his dacha." said Alexandra.
"Yeah, I got that." laughed Cate "Quite a tidy little piece isn't she? What are you going to do Darling?"
"Oh, I wouldn't mind fighting her, she is very attractive but I'll do it at the club, I won't be going to his dacha. Anyway, I don't think he realises I won't be back in Moscow for a year so it's a problem for another day. He'll almost certainly have a new mistress by then." laughed Alexandra.
Cate could tell that Alexandra was making light of the incident and was frightened of the man with the cruel eyes.
"Sasha Darling, I think that, after tonight, you'll never have to go back to Moscow if you don't want to - they went crazy for us and I think the tips will be very generous." Cate said.
Alexandra started and asked incredulously "Really? That much?"
"Yes. We'll find out at the reckoning with the Mama-San at 10am on Monday. I think you'll be very pleasantly surprised." said Cate smiling.
The last guests finally departed and they thankfully took the lift up to their attic rooms. They lay down next to each other and kissed and talked quietly but were both asleep within a minute.
They slept in the next day, which was a Sunday, until well after noon. They helped themselves to food that had been brought up to the mini kitchen and took a leisurely and sensuous shower together before going back to bed and alternately making love and napping for the rest of the day.
At 10am on Monday they entered the Mama-San's office. Unusually it was all smiles as the Mama-San served them tea and pushed some bank statements towards them. Alexandra was trying to convert the final figure to roubles in her head but the number seemed impossibly high. She looked at Cate who nodded slowly. They kept their expressions impassive as they had agreed beforehand. "This all seems to be in order." said Cate finally and the Mama-San pushed envelopes containing cheques towards them.
They left the club as arranged and Cate took her to her bank. Alexandra looked at the exchange rates on a display board and her knees nearly buckled as she realised her earlier calculation had been correct, she was receiving a staggering amount of money!
Cate introduced her to the manager who opened an account and arranged to transfer some money to her account in Moscow once the Mama-San's cheque had cleared. They passed into the secure area and Cate showed her how to access her safety deposit box using her keys. Cate removed her passport, return plane ticket and other documents from the box and in went Alexandra's documents in their place. "You can't trust the Mama-San." Cate said quietly as she handed her the keys "Make sure you keep anything valuable or important in here, not at the club. If you need to leave the country early for whatever reason you don't want to find your passport has gone missing."
"But...she must have paid us fairly...she even gave us the bank statements with all the transactions..." Alexandra tailed off helplessly.
"Only because I caught her cheating me once and I've insisted on the actual statements ever since." said Cate hotly "She wouldn't dare try to cheat while I'm still here to embarrass her in front of you though. You are now the goose who will lay golden eggs for her which gives you a certain amount of power but you'll still need to watch her like a hawk. Also, she must have made an absolute fortune out of us last night: going by the tips, her rake off from the betting alone must have been huge so she can afford to be honest this time."
"So the tips were more than even you were expecting?" Alexandra asked shrewdly.
"Oh Darling" said Cate "I've never seen anything like it but I feel we definitely earned it. I have no doubt that the Mama-San is already trying to work out how she can get Keiko back earlier so she can match her against you."
They had lunch and waded through the myriad proposals of marriage and other offers that the Mama-San had passed on along with their cheques.
They spent every moment of the next week together before Alexandra accompanied Cate to the airport for her trip home. At the counter Cate, figuring she could afford to treat herself, enquired about upgrading her ticket only to find it had already been done "Your friend put in a staff request." explained the man on the counter.
"I sent Diana a text." laughed Alexandra at Cate's confusion.
"And here are two passes to the lounge." said the man handing them over.
They sat in a secluded corner of the lounge discreetly kissing and enjoying the top shelf liquor on offer, Scotch for Cate and Vodka for Alexandra.
"Here's something for you Darling" said Cate handing her an embossed envelope.
Alexandra opened it carefully and read the folded card inside "Your Wedding!" she choked "You want me to come?"
Cate kissed her "Well actually, I want you to be my Maid of Honour. You see Darling there is no woman in the world I feel closer to."
"For me the same." said Alexandra quietly.
A wonderful story. But I'm afraid you're mistaken about the vodka in Moscow clubs. Vodka is drunk by the proletariat, while the rich prefer expensive whiskeys. As for vodka and caviar, this is more of an old tradition; such a treat might be offered to some influential person, for example, a politician.
Yes, some fairly well-known politicians in Russia, members of the State Duma, were frequent guests at closed parties with topless female fights.