Posted by Emma on 12/18/2002, 8:06 am
Board Administrator

Life returned to normal at the club for about six months after the night when Victoria and I won our NHB catfights against Dawn and Anastasia respectively. I should add that I would never have stooped to such depths of viciousness had I not known that Anastasia enjoyed putting her victims in hospital and wouldn't have hesitated to do the same. I had hoped, after unmasking the despicable Harry, to convert Victoria totally to the virtues of womanly love. She gave up her own flat and moved in with me after losing her sugar daddy. She had always been totally honest with me however that while she loved living on the wild side and sleeping, wrestling and catfighting with women, what she wanted more than anything else was a husband and children! This from a totally uninhibited girl of 18! For this reason I deliberately refrained from ever using the word "love" with her and she did likewise. People were a little more constrained about using that word in the 80's than they are today, particularly me! I also kept my strong feelings for Victoria in check to a degree, to protect myself. Having successfully modelled my personality on my girlhood catfight heroine, Mrs Emma Peel, I was adept at containing my emotions then, which I realise now, with the benefit of hindsight, may have given Victoria the wrong signal. Before she moved in she told me she had started dating Roger, the best looking, youngest [31], rich man who turned up at the club each week to watch the wrestling and catfighting. This was typical of her total honesty with me - she told me before she moved in, and did so on the basis that she would continue to date Roger while I was away on my trips as an air hostess. This time was very bittersweet, and precious. I knew from the way Roger gaped at Victoria sexily dominating we other five girls in the wrestling each week, from the way she effortlessly wrapped him round her little finger, that it was only a matter of time before this sophisticated, confirmed bachelor succumbed to her charms. He got down on his knees and begged her to marry him at her 19th birthday party in front of all her family and friends, producing a ring with the biggest diamond I have ever seen. I would never have thought Roger capable of publicly prostrating himself like that. For once, Victoria didn't toy with him but accepted immediately. Her mother was pleased that Victoria invited her "nice, 'normal' friend Emma" to be her only bridesmaid! After seeing their daughter run off with a sugar daddy 22 years older than her, her parents were almost relieved to see her marry Roger, a mere 12 years older! It couldn't have been easy, being Victoria's parents! Victoria loved staying at my family's country estate. We both loved the sparring sessions that she and I quietly carried out under Bobs expert supervision, which really improved her technique. She was getting to be nearly as good as me. As well as being, I found out later and not from him, a CHAMPION army boxer, Bobs had been an "Unarmed Combat Instructor", par excellance, in the army and could pass on the best moves in any fighting style. The fatherly Bobs, then in his 60's joked that the sight of the two of us sparring together [we wore shirts and shorts, and often used gloves and headgear so we could really go at it!] was almost too much for an old man like him! He was concerned when I proudly told him about the Anastasia fight though, his comment being "Stay away from Gypsy girls." although he refused to elaborate. Victoria also loved the country estate itself and had been swept away by my 21st birthday party there a few months earlier. We had a chapel on the estate and enough bedrooms and cottages for the relatively small number of guests they wanted to have so I offered to let them have the wedding there, which allowed it to happen only a few months after they became engaged. Trouble was, Victoria and Roger made a pact that she would stop catfighting and neither of them would go back to the club again after they were married. When Vic told me this she softened the blow by telling me that she had insisted on still being able to come and sleep with me. Roger had been forced to agree. I'd have been happy to have a threesome with the two of them but waited for Victoria to suggest it. She never did and I can understand why. Victoria would certainly be a great loss to the club. She was far and away the sexiest girl who ever performed there and truly viewed it as a performance as well as an experience. She loved performing. I loved the experience more and appreciated the attention. That was perhaps the difference between us. Although there hadn't been even any fake catfights for six months, Victoria's imaginative wrestling variations kept things boiling nicely! The first one was for her to wrestle both Felicity and Bethany at the same time, struggling furiously for as long as she could before being subdued and for them to take turns face sitting her afterwards. Some times they swapped back and forth on her face for an hour! I tried this and loved it, thinking "Why didn't I think of that?" Then she suggested the two winners should worship her instead! She also came up with what we called the "cascade wrestle" which started as above, with me coming in on Victoria's side to force the two small girls to submit, then Sarah coming in on their side until we were both pinned, then Dawn coming in on our side to help us pin the three of them. Sweaty, exhausting and lovely! We did lots of team wrestling which we hadn't done before Victoria suggested it. Sometimes Bethany and Felicity would be tied up on either side of the mat as prizes to be rescued and set free by rival teams of two - the most even being Victoria and Sarah v Dawn and I, although we varied everything to keep it fresh. We had no new girls at the club during this time but all six of us, even Dawn, grew closer together and loved struggling hard in Victoria's wrestling scenarios. Aside from Victoria, now that she was hitched to Roger, and I, thanks to some long lost ancestors, who didn't need the money; the other four girls couldn't believe that they got paid so much to have so much fun once a week. I knew that when Victoria left the club we would have seen its halcyon days. It was with this melancholy thought that I returned to my flat after a flight. I dropped my bags and kicked off my shoes. My message machine was flashing. I absently switched it on. The manager from the club! Could I come in for a 'meeting' this afternoon? I always gave him my schedule well in advance so he could slot me in to as many things as possible. This could only mean a private wrestle or catfight with a girl at the club! Ohhh pleeease let it be a catfight I thought as I danced around happily kicking imaginery opponents with my stockinged feet. I rushed to shower and change. I stopped. No! I slipped my shoes back on and skipped out the door. Let her and any man or woman she has in tow see me in my air hostess uniform! I might even get to fight her in it! Emma