Posted by Emma on 1/7/2003, 10:45 am
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What could be sexier than two beautiful girls agreeing to have a 'catfight date'? Only three girls of course! I finally succeeded in introducing Elizabeth and Victoria about 2 years after the birth of Victoria's first child. Victoria was then 23, Elizabeth 24 and I 25. Both of them had been dying to meet each other for years, they'd seen each other's photos and heard so much about each other. They were each very jealous of the other, before they'd even met! It was flattering to think that this was partly sexual jealousy over me. Victoria was also incredibly jealous of the fact that Elizabeth was the only woman ever to beat me in a catfight and by this time I'd had a total of 25 [not counting my roll around with the novice Cassandra, or the two fake fights I had with a girl called Kate]. Victoria and I had never fought each other. Elizabeth for her part envied Victoria's earlier association with me and the number of times we'd seen each other catfight at the club. Elizabeth was appalled however when I first told her about the club and offered to get her a catfight there. The idea of either fighting in front of a "leering, paying audience" or of paying herself for a private catfight repulsed her. There were still traces of the shy demure girl there that she assured me she'd once been! "I'd love to catfight again in front of you and Peter." she said "But I won't PAY a girl to do it. Will you challenge them to come to your flat and fight me in your bedroom though, just for the sport?" "I will darling" I said "but they won't do it unless you pay them. They might enjoy catfighting but their minds work differently to ours!" "Don't bother then!" she said hotly. Later, I cursed myself for stupidity for not just quietly paying them myself. I did succeed in lining up Caroline to fight Elizabeth on that basis. Caroline insisted on being paid despite the fact that she swooned when I showed her a picture of Elizabeth in a two piece bathing suit. However I felt bound to disclose to Caroline that Elizabeth and I had effectively drawn by beating each other once in a catfight. This made it harder to get her across the line and she wouldn't consider taking on what she considered to be such a tough opponent, without being paid for it. It would have been a dream bedroom fight! My money would have been on Elizabeth to win but as in any fight between two fairly evenly matched women, it could have gone either way! Particularly in a sexy bedroom catfight where Caroline's greater strength would count for more in the confined space! When I mentioned it to Elizabeth however she saw straight through me "You're paying her aren't you? That's sweet of you Emma but I won't fight a girl that has to be paid to do it. I'll run another add. Something will turn up." [Caroline had joined our club when her previous one closed. Unfortunately, having actually SEEN me beat Sue, who had beaten her previously, she refused to fight me, either at the club or in my bedroom.] This conversation with Elizabeth had taken place several years earlier, not long after I first so gloriously locked horns with her. She was now visiting me on her own in London for the first time, a month after Peter's first solo visit. The dynamics of seeing each of them on their own as part of our three way love affair excited me. After we made love she said to me "Emma, I've got something to tell you. You know Peter and I are going to start a family soon. The fact is: I'm aching to have one last catfight before we do. That girl Caroline you tried to line me up with ages ago- I've never stopped thinking about her or looking at the photo of her that you sent me. I've decided that I will pay her whatever she wants to have a catfight with me here in your bedroom, with just you to watch, sweetie, since Peter's being squeamish at the moment! Is she still around?" I sighed. "No. She left the club years ago darling and I've no idea how to get in touch with her." I said sadly. "Who else is there, then?" asked Elizabeth briskly, obviously half expecting Caroline would have disappeared, as is the way of things.