Posted by Peter on 12/10/2002, 11:19 am
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* Despite the many affectations of sophistication, I found "The Club" to be a bit seedy. Then again, I've always found large goons wandering around in ill fitting evening attire offputting. I suspect they don't really have anywhere to go! Nevertheless, I thought it best to try to make friends with the goon sitting next to me in the booth, Fred. Both young women were completely nude and ready to begin their bout, but waiting for Cassandra's sugar daddy to finish his cigar outside! Fire regulations! "Tough job this, Fred" I said and he grinned, "Yeah, pal and particularly when Emma's fighting, she's the tops, I'd like to see the woman that could get the better of her!" "I did, once, Fred." I said. After a pause he breathed "So you're the one! Yeah, Emma told us all about it. Your wife, right? They won one each, didn't they?" "Yes" I said and was like his long lost brother after that! The sugar daddy, an ugly pig of a man at least in his mid 50's, came in to his open booth to view proceedings, like a Roman Emperor watching the gladiators, I thought. I didn't need to see anymore to dislike him. How could that young girl let this creature buy her? I wondered. How could Emma perform like this in front a reptile like that and the two goons [there was another standing by the door]. "Because I love doing it and it's virtually my only chance to and I completely forget they are all there" was Emma's answer. Nevertheless, I agreed with Elizabeth when she said the whole idea gave her the creeps. I couldn't shake the bad feeling I had about this fight. I knew Emma could handle herself but at 5'8 1/2" and still, at age 25, exactly 130 pounds and 36C 23 36, she was giving away a lot to a woman of 6' and 168 pounds of what appeared to be mostly solid young muscles. "What if this strapping 19 year old were highly trained in some form of martial arts?" I worried. Still, if Emma got into difficulties, all I had to do was tell Fred beside me to stop it and he and Joe [the other goon] would do so, within a few seconds. An icy hand clutched at my heart. "What if that were too late?" I thought as the girls started to circle. There was absolutely nothing I could do. The goons would have laughed at me if I'd asked them to stop the fight before it even started - which of course I had no right to do. I experienced a feeling of complete helplessness which I could never adequately describe. I could only look on with a deepening sense of foreboding. Cassandra, her massive physique really impressive, I thought, moved towards Emma, fantastic slender waisted figure, toned and lightly tanned, elegantly poised and radiating complete confidence and yet... so diminutive against her seemingly invincible opponent. Cassandra moved flat footed with her hands extended like claws in front of her, as a novice does. "She's shamming, darling Emma, don't fall for it!" I thought, the tension inside me reaching breaking point. Then Emma, moving like lightning, snatched Cassandra's right arm, pivoted and Judo threw Cassandra right over her head, retaining her hold on the arm, which she converted into an armbar. Joe came into the booth and said "Early night, Fred!" I could have laughed hysterically at this point but it's best not to do that around goons, they don't respect it. Emma went to work to showcase her fighting skills, without, I realised, doing anything that would seriously hurt or permanently damage Cassandra. She really began wrestling with her, putting her into a series of holds but allowing Cassandra, with her massive strength, to break out of them." "Emma's enjoying herself again!" was Fred's comment. It was true, both girls in fact were grinning broadly and obviously enjoying themselves. Emma was basically teaching the novice Cassandra how to wrestle in front of our eyes. Silently I offered Emma my apologies "I should never have doubted you, my audacious darling" I thought "I must be getting old [I was 24 at the time!]." Cassandra, laughing, succeeded in throwing Emma off and she landed lightly as always, like a cat. They both stood up to renew what had become a purely wrestling contest. Cassandra was really getting into it now and you could see she was starting to gain a little confidence, even though she still had no idea what she was doing. "F------ punch her." shouted the sugar daddy pig. I noticed his hairpiece had moved when he stood up. "I'd like to punch him" I said without thinking. "Yeah, we feel like that sometimes" said Fred "Best not to though." he said gently. Cassandra was clearly nonplussed by this and embarrassed about having to try to follow her master's instructions. She clearly didn't know how to throw a punch either. Emma wouldn't punch this helpless girl but took her carefully to the mat in a full nelson to force a submission. By this time the sugar daddy was screaming terrible abuse at Cassandra. Emma made a signal to the goons and they, with surprising dexterity, ushered him out without actually laying a finger on him. She made no signal to me so I assumed I should stay where I was. Emma comforted a weeping Cassandra for about 15 minutes and then helped her to the change room. An hour later Emma emerged fully dressed, ashen faced. I slipped my arm round her waist and she slipped hers round mine as we walked back to her flat in silence. I undressed her and put her to bed. I made her a cup of tea and brought it to her. Tears were rolling silently down her cheeks. I undressed and joined her in bed. I held her and caressed her gently while she clung to me. After a while she spoke. Cassandra had wanted to fight with another woman, Emma had indeed divined that correctly. The sugar daddy had leapt at the idea of his strapping young mistress doing so. At the end of the fight he had hurled the vilest abuse at Cassandra and she had begun to cry. Whilst Emma had comforted her, Cassandra had told her that just before the fight, the sugar daddy had told her that if she lost, he'd dump her. Whilst they were in the changeroom together Cassandra talked to Emma of suicide if he did. Emma had tried everything to convince Cassandra to leave the sugar daddy and strike out on her own, even offering to let her stay with her in her flat for as long as she liked. In the end, though, she had to watch her leave with the reptile. Emma even had to bite her tongue for fear of making the poor girls plight worse. For a while all I did was hold Emma close. Then I began gently running my tongue over her whole perfect body. With a mutual need, a hunger sharpened to sheer desperation, we made love with total abandon until dawn. Emma changed a great deal after that. She fully realised that it wasn't likely that the sugar daddy would discard his subserviant, well trained 19 year old mistress over losing the fight, or that she would commit suicide if he did. It was the possibilities that haunted her. That and being involved in such a sordid business. Emma never returned to the club. She also stopped spilling coffee on attractive women on flights that she wanted to pick a fight with, as she now regarded this with distaste as being manipulative behaviour. [It only worked once anyway!] She now only spills coffee occasionally on passengers who are being obnoxious! The experience however did not affect her love of a good catfight. It is merely due to lack of opportunity that she hasn't fought since. peter