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Ding!

The following story was suggested by Jan...

Apartment Agony
After an endless search for an affordable apartment in a big city that was known for it's nightlife as well as it's expensive cost of living, she circled the ad and rushed to see if all that she had read about it was true. Her name was Claudia. On the other side of town, another woman in the same predicament boarded a number 10 bus, the same ad in her pocket, and headed off to an encounter that she would both dread and remember like nothing she had ever come across. Her name was Louise.
Claudia climbed the subway steps into the bright sunlight as the number 10 bus rumbled to a stop at the corner. As she walked towards the brownstone,the anxious woman noticed another equally pretty counterpart walking almost alongside her. They were of equal height and weight,brown shoulder length hair, Claudia in her best sweater and bluejeans, Louise in her newest pullover polo shirt and brown stretchpants. As they neared the entrance each realized that the neighborhood was a good one and that increased their determination to impress the landlord. Not knowing they were about to vie for the same apartment, the two gracious ladies smiled at each other and moved along. On reaching the steps, they glanced at each other and paused for a second. Saying nothing, they entered and went to the rental office. Maybe the other woman lived there and was just stopping by to greet the landlord, each thought to themselves.
Mr. Crumbly greeted them and asked each a few questions,checked out their references, and led them to the vacant apartment. It was glorious for the price! A southern exposure, a beautiful view of the city, and clean! Claudia looked at Louise and they wished each other good luck on being chosen as the new renters. Mr. Crumbly left them alone for a few minutes to make some calls concerning their references and they spoke nervously to each other about the weather and light topics like that. Mr. Crumbly returned and sat on the floor in front of the already seated women in the empty living room. What he said next would change their lives drasticly in the following hour.
"Ladies,I've never had a situation like this one before. You both have good backgrounds and references, have had a tough time of it, and deserve a break as well as this apartment. Problem is...I can't choose between you, as to who get's the place." They stared at him and he continued. "Tell you what...since the furniture hasn't come back from the storage company yet and the place is empty, I'm gonna leave you two here to settle who get's it, however you choose to settle it." Claudia and Louise gasped as Mr. Crumbly headed for the front door, reminding them that he would return in an hour to sign the lease agreement with one or the other. The door closed and the room went dead silent,the women gazing at each other,knowing how desperate each was to land this flat. The floor was carpeted with a standard carpet. Plush by no means but suitable for the price. Louise and Claudia assured each other that they would do anything to get this place but the nervous women decided to try negotiation first. After five minutes of weeping argument, they were still deadlocked. Louise and Claudia wiped away their tears and still seated, came to one conclusion. They would have to fight for it. Both were in their mid thirties and neither was athletic by any means. Their bodies were of average build but neither was native to any type of sports action, especially fighting. Each woman had never been in a fight and they admitted this to each other, trying to calm themselves down in the process.
They had no idea of how to do this sort of thing but each knew that they would have to attempt to hurt each other. Their makeup smelled sweet and their eyes filled with fearful tears as they stood and began removing their watches and earrings. Louise looked down at her tee-strapped tan shoes and thick white socks,then glanced at Claudia"s heavy hiking boots. Claudia noticed the glance and suggested that they should remove their shoes...but keep their socks on to avoid carpet burns and make it a fair fight. Louise agreed and they stepped out of their shoes and placed them just inside the ajoining room. Claudia was wearing thick dark blue boot socks. Each woman pulled their sleeves halfway up to their forearms and stood across the empty room from each other...waiting for the fight to begin. Louise and Claudia apolagized to each other for having to fight this out, tears streaming down their madeup faces. They moved to each other, hands outstretched and ready in a clumsy ballet of movement that saw them circle the room without touching. They asked each other if they were ready to fight as they circled and each said yes but didn't attack. They stopped dead still in their tracks and stared at each other, knowing the time limit that had been given them. Louise and Claudia sighed deeply and resigned themselves to begin.
The two fearful women gracefully glided to each other and reached to clasp hands in front of them. Their fingers locked up in a test of strength hold and they stood arms straight out and pushed against each other as they wept. Neither was gaining an advantage so Louise pulled their arms upwards,bringing them nose to nose, breast to breast. They stood straining against each other, weeping freely and still apolagizing to each other. As they struggled across the room, the grunting women shifted their arms to the sides and eventually back down to the lower position. Claudia felt her hands beginning to sweat and used this to wriggle her right hand free. She shot her arm around Louise's neck and grabbed her in a side headlock. They released their locked fingers and as Claudia clamped her headlock on tighter, Louise clawed at her arms to get free. They fought into the corner and at this point,Louise punched Claudia lightly in the side. The struck woman gasped out as the fist landed,and an apolagy followed. Claudia held her opponent with her right arm and returned a punch of higher force to Louise's side. Louise heard the apologetic fighter who had just punched her and now the two women locked each other up in tight embraces with one arm and began to punch at each others' sides with increasing force. They cried and cried out as they fought in a tight battle of female fists. Louise got a leg behind her foe's and shoved against her. This caused Claudia to stumble backwards and fall to the floor. A gasping Louise waited for her opponent to rise and when she didn't, asked her if she wanted to pause from the fight. Her greatful foe answered an apologitec yes and stated that she was not in shape for this. Louise weeped out that she too was not in any condition for this battle and they sat across from each other and regained their composure.
The sobbing women rose to their feet and with cautious feelings, moved into battle again. Dark blue boot socks moved to thick white sweat socks and on reaching each other, embraced in a tight body to body struggle. The women wrapped each other up again and began pummeling their bodies with increasing fiercness. They cried out with each blow but resigned themselves to trade blow for blow. Claudia and Louise constantly asked each other if they were okay as they fought around the room in violent embraces. They found themselves at middle room and stood firm like boxers,using both fists now,leaned into each other and plowed away with full force punches that thwacked through the empty apartment. Louise grabbed a handful of Claudia's hair with her left hand and fired off a hard right fist to her face. It smacked hard into her soft cheek,leaving a red bruise. Claudia, still in Louise's grasp, returned the favor, holding one hand tightly in her foe's hair and delivered a hard punch of her own. It slammed into Louise's face and caused her lip to bleed slightly as it ballooned to a new size. They stood and slugged away at each as they cried and asked forgiveness.
Socked feet came into play as the fight ground on. Louise lashed out and kicked at Claudia's shins. She wailed out and stumbled as her fist reached it's target. Now Claudia kicked back and they staggered across the room fighting with fists, kicks, and now hair pulls. Their punches all but stopped in favor of hairpulling and kicking. They fought into a corner and began kneeing each other in their stomachs and thighs. A firece struggle decided who would be trapped in the corner as they took turns in this predicament. They were both evenly hurt and changed places often. Eventually they fought away from the corner and battled to a standing double bearhug. Claudia urged her opponent to give up as did Louise. The sobbing women swayed from side to side as they stood toe to toe and squeezed with all their might. The force of the struggle caused them to sink to their knees.
Louise and Claudia moved to an upper body entanglement of hair pulling and frontal embraces. They finally swayed to the floor and the floor fighting began. The two weeping women entwined their legs and rolled slowly around the room. Each gasped and sobbed as they still asked if each was okay and if they wanted to quit. They were exhausted and bruised...bleeding slightly from their swollen lips. The two women barely moved now, just the squeezing and hair pulling their only motion. Locked together as one in a ball of feminine fury, they held on to each other and fought with all they had left. Claudia and Louise gasped into each others' ears as the fight took on a slow motion appearance now. They ached all over from the fight and it was still being fought out. Neither would concede or let the other win. Louise gasped for a break and Claudia tearfully agreed. The battered women rolled apart and layed motionless in their agony. After five minutes, they sat up and glared through tear flled eyes. They saw each others' pain and the glares turned to sympathic frowns. Each declared their sorrow for having had to hurt the other and begged each other to stop. Each admitted that they wanted nothing to do with this fight but they had to finish it. With five minutes left, Claudia and Louise struggled to their sweaty socked feet and with labored efforts by both, moved to meet again.
Louise decided to fight out the final minutes with her fists, as she had seemed pleased with her performance earlier in the fist fighting part of the fight. Claudia, seeing her opponent raise her fists, assumed a boxer's position as well and they staggered to clash, bare knuckle to bare knuckle. They collided in a flurry of flying fists. Neither attempted any defensive moves. They just stood toe to toe and slugged it out with both fists to all parts. Cries and groans filled the air as they hurled soft hands at soft bodies in a grueling fist fight. They fought in a tight circle, moved this way by the shear force of their blows. Each wailed out as their fists battered against their bodies. Claudia and Louise clinched finally and stood for a few seconds before each began punching with one arm again. They held each other up with their free arms as they fought out the last seconds of the fight. As Louise was about to launch a haymaker into Claudia's belly, her opponent fired off her own missle and it crashed into the sobbing woman's breasts. Louise crashed to the floor in a heap. Claudia shreiked out an I'm sorry but it fell on deaf ears. Louise layed motionless on the floor in a fetal position,gasping and groaning in front of the kneeling Claudia. The battered victor cradeled her fallen opponent in her arms and comforted her as Mr. Crumbly entered. Seeing who had won, he handed her the lease and welcomed her to the neighborhood. After some first aide to both women, they congradulated each other on a nobel effort and returned to their peaceful lives.
The End
The Angelic Encounter
Somewhere in the great beyond...wherever you believe you will go after this life has ceased to be...there is a place where everyone who has loved to wrestle may visit from time to time. Women who wrestled women,women who wrestled women and men, and men who wrestled either or,may visit,choose an opponent or have one chosen for them,and wrestle to their wildest desires uninterupted or restricted by referees or rules, if they desire. What you are about to read is one such match which will be our little secret.
I am an angel...Michael's the name. I was delivered here ages ago as my reward for living a humble and honorable life on Earth. Once in the hereafter, the powers that be offered me unlimited wishes for all eternity. Aside from a few mundane choices on my part, I requested a wrestling match with a beautiful woman every so often. The powers that be were amused at this request and grinned their approval. Since then, I've faced many women in various styles of wrestling from gladiator arena unarmed battles to professional style matches in a ring. Since there are so many women here who have always wanted to wrestle against men but were uneasy with the idea on Earth, I have an ample selection of opponents.
Some women who I have been matched against have actually requested no holds barred streetfights that were fought out on actual streets. Now remember...this is all staged for the person requesting the match and this is not of your world. The opponent who is selected for the requestee also is seeking the same style of match so that everyone involved get's what they desire. After each match,all signs of battle fade away within one minute's Earth time. Neither fighter feel's any pain during the bouts but they do feel the jolts of blows and kicks.
On one occasion, while tuning my electric harp for the upcoming shindig on cloud fifty-one, a rep from upstairs contacted me about fulfilling a new arrival's wish. She wanted a wrestling match with a man of equal size and had seen me floating around and found me perfect for her request. She had never done anything like this but had secretly yearned for such an encounter while on Earth. Never persuing her desire down there, she jumped at the chance up here. Without seeing her, I agreed and the rep advised me that we would lockup shortly. Now here...the requestee sometimes pick's your outfit. Other times, you dress to your own comfort. This time...she didn't have an exact outfit planned for either of us, but since this was to be a no holds barred pro style match, the woman would be given a few choices for herself and I would choose my own attire.
The call came soon after and with a whisp of fog, I was dressed and ready to go. All in black, a wrestling singlet and tights with boots and kneepads to match. Thick white socks countered the black of the rest of my attire but that must have been her request...I pictured black socks. Oh well...a woman who liked white socks. Another whisp of fog and I found myself ready to walk the asile to ringside. A large crowd was already seated and cheering us as we approached the ring from opposite sides of the arena. Hey! A black ring robe! That must have been a last minute add on by my opponent. I climbed through the ropes and stood in my corner. There on the opposite side of the ring, a vision of beauty climbed through the ropes and faced me. She was blonde,had bangs...I like that! Sightly longer than shoulder length hair worn loose,she was dressed all in white. This beauty slid off her robe to reveal a one piece suit and tights,thick socks and wrestling boots...all white. Kneepads graced her long legs as she bounced in her corner and then leaned against the ropes staring at me. This was to be an anything goes bout with a submission or knockout to win only. We each nodded our acknowledgement of this and waited for the opening bell.
Ding!!! The crowd cheered wildly as we moved out from our corners and shuffeled to each other. It should be noted that the crowd was comprised of cardboard figures to insure her comfort during our match. The cheering was controlled to react to each move we made. On the whole, we were alone in this moderately sized arena. I locked up wth her at center in a collar to elbow embrace. She grunted lightly as we struggled against each other around the padded ring floor. The beauty shoved me off and we locked up again. This time the beauty shifted herself and clamped me in a side headlock. I gasped as she turned on the pressure and twisted my neck in her delicate arm. I went for the old "your bootlace is untied trick", and she fell for it! She was truly sweet and innocent! As soon as she relaxed her hold, I grasped her from underneath and got her in the good old airplane spin. She squeeled out an...."How could you"!!! I proceeded to bodyslam her to the mat. The beauty thudded with a bounce as I heard the "crowd" roar their dissaproval at my dastardly move. I played the bad guy and stormed around the ring hurling insults at the cardboard figures. She snuck up behind me as I had plotted, and lashed me into a full nelson. I struggled from side to side but she held firm. I could feel her soft body against mine as our wrestling outfits rubbed an erotic vibration between us. She hissed into my ear that I had played a dirty trick on her and now I was about to pay for it. The beauty moved us to the corner and she began to slam my head into the turnbuckle. I wailed out as this sweet, innocent beauty had become an angry angel. If this was on Earth, I'd have such a headache!!! But here, I only felt the painless thuds as my head met soft leather. She continued to pummel me while still holding the full nelson until I shifted myself to her side and snuck my leg behind her's. As soon as I felt thick sock against thick sock, I hurled us backwards to the mat and landed on top of her. She gasped out as we landed and released her nelson.
I scrambled around and grabbed her golden hair while I got to my feet. The beauty screamed out as I lifted her to her booted feet and threw her through the ropes to the padded floor outside of the ring. She got up quickly and slammed her delicate hands on the ring apron. After a few threats she climbed through the ropes and came after me. I met her head on and we embraced into a full body to body upper body hug that had us stumbling around the ring. We struggled into the ropes and this angelic beauty began to knee me in my thighs. I bellowed as she slammed her kneepad into me but stayed there in the tight embrace. I responded with my own kneepad and we fought on one foot while we slammed our kneepads into each others' thighs. She chirped out as my pad hit her thigh, I grunted as her's hit me.
I lowered my hands and groped her white suit as she fought on without pausing to respond to this. Before she knew what hit her, I got both hands between her legs and lifted her up and over the top rope. The beauty took off through the air like a rocket heading for space. She screamed all the way and crashed onto the table of the cardboard announcers ala ECW. Table...that is. I leaped from the ring and she met me with both fists! Standing toe to toe, we fought out a wild fistfight in front of the cheering cardboard fans. As each fist hit skin, red marks blossomed and fat lips appeared. Still...there was no pain. We fought to the corner of ringside and she lashed put a brutal front kick to my gut. I doubled over and she leaped onto me, sending us to the floor.
A few furious seconds later we ended up locked front to front like passionate lovers without the love and rolled about in a torrent of fists and squeezes. I battered her sides and she belted away at my head and face. We became wedged against the first row and settled in for a long exchange of knuckles and squeezes. I couldn't get her off and she wasn't about to let me go so we just layed there and battled away. She had a look of passionate lust on her sweet face as she knew she had me at a disadvantage. That vixon, I thought! Our faces rested cheek to cheek and I could smell her sweet perfume and hear her feminine breath against me. As I sensed a pause from her grasp, I rolled us clear and managed to free myself of her grasp. We got to our feet and I belted her in the gut,dropping the beauty to the floor. As she struggled to rise, I scrambled back into the ring and leaned against the ropes, waiting for her return to battle.
The woman appeared tired now and disseveled with her blonde strands flowing in all directions from her head. I looked equally abashed as she slowly re-entered the ring and beckoned me to engage her once more. I cautiously went to her and was met by her lovely white boot! The pressure on my chest shot me back to the ropes across the ring. It was a small ring *s*. I moved again and this time grabbed her foot as it attacked again. I held it tightly and twisted her boot to the right,causing her to fall. I stood back and let her get up. She began to kick at me as she walked about from side to side. I missed all attempts to grab her kicking boots as she continued to move like a cat. I decided to fight fire with fire and kicked her back. We moved in different formations as our feet struck out at each other. Circles then back and forth then side to side, we shuffeled and kicked until pure exhaustion overtook us.
The blonde beauty and I fell into each others' arms and lowered ourselves to the ring floor. There we embraced into a grapevined entanglement of sweaty bodies and legs. As we rolled from side to side our embattled bodies heaved and pulsated against each other. This lasted for about five minutes until she squirmed loose and got me in the dreaded Boston crab hold. The beauty leaned back and applied pressure with all she had left. I had no choice but to give up. She jumped up and down in excitement at her victory as I layed there and lusted for her. Before she had stopped prancing around the ring, our bruises and fat lips returned to normal appearance. As I got up, she leaped onto me and hugged me in a most pleasent way. The blonde beauty thanked me for a great fight and pleaded for us to meet again in the ring. I said sure and she kissed me deeply. Yup...I like it here! Remember folks...don't try this on Earth...and don't hurry to get here...ya have alot of living to do first!
The End
A Night Out To Remember WTinsley's idea.
The place was crowded all night. A few of us had gone there for dinner and to gawk at the gorgous waitresses there. Hooters...one of my favorite places. On this night, as the crowd begin to thin out, we noticed two long legged women at a table in what appeared to be a heated but quiet agrument. They spoke in very low tones but were showing their anger with each other plain as day. We zeroed in on them and watched as the two beauties, who were dressed in evening gowns and high heels, continued their private verbal exchange. When we got a closer look at these two, we realized that each was an ex-playmate! Their names shall remain unmentioned. Each was about six feet tall, slender and round in all the right places.
Another round of drinks and our waitress mentioned them to us and guessed that their verbal fight was about to turn physical. We told her that with our luck that wouldn't happen. She laughed and bounced away in her bright orange nylon shorts,white hightops, and thick aerobic socks.
No sooner had our hot wings arrived, our luck began to change. One of the ex-playmates sat back in her chair and launched her opened hand at her dinner companion. The slap landed squarely on the other woman's cheek, causing her to lurch to the side. She responded with..."So! That's the way you want it??? You've got it!!!" With that, her right hand flew through the air and connected hard with her opponent's face. After reeling back, the stricken woman stood up to meet her standing foe and they sidestepped their table and began to fight.
Each started with both arms swinging out and slaps being delivered to both faces. They screamed as they swung out at each other and slapped away with rage. The fighting women began to move about the place with everyone getting out of their way. Bouncers rushed to get between them but a group of construction workers held them off. Even the waitresses began to cheer for one or the other ex-palymates as they fought around the tables with stinging slaps. As they reached our part of the eatery, we yelled for them to go for the hair...They did. Without pausing to look at us, they reached for each others' lockes and began yanking away with vicious intent. The fighting women became embroiled in a body to body struggle,hair pulled from side to side. As they fell against a table, one of them kicked out at her opponent which began a hair pulling, kicking battle that lurched across the room. Their legs took a terrible beating as their high heels battered away at each others' legs. The warring women struggled into the bar and seperated, pausing for a moment. The bartender poured them a shot of brandy and they chugged them down.
A few quick breaths later, they resumed the fight. The women stormed into each other and quickly fell to the floor locked together like clashing vines. Hands attacked all parts as legs wrapped together in tight grapevined battle. The women sobbed now and cursed each other with harsh words. The fighting women rolled from side to side as we watched in awe. As the crowd surrounded them in a tight circle, they slowed to an exhausted pace. Claws ripped at their bodies as they held each other tightly in combat. Hair pulls were used as well as kicks when their legs got free for a moment or two between entanglements. They rolled over one time and decided to call it quits...neither wanting to continue. The crowd cheered them wildly and drinks were ordered for them from all over the room.
Just when things had settled down,two of the waitresses got into a shoving match concerning the outcome of the ex-playmates fight. Both blondes and dressed the same...as above...the shoving grew more intense as their sneakered feet squeeked against the wooden floor. The bouncers threw up their hands in disgust and retreated to the side of the room. The waitresses shoved each other back for a moment to prepare for battle. They undid their aprons and removed their jewelery and note pads...placing them with the bartender,then moved to the center of the room to face off.
What few patrons remained circled them into what appeared to be a minuature pit fight setting. The furious pair squared up like two boxers and circled each other with fire in their pretty eyes. The crowd yelled for them to fight and they hesitated for a second...standing frozen in their fighters' pose. Each gal...in their mid-twenties...sighed as if it were too late to backdown now...and stepped into battle. They launched punch after punch at each others' faces and bodies. Each gal cried out as bare knuckle struck bare face. They moved around the circle of people and fought with desperation on their faces. The crowd roared when they locked together in a tight clinch and pummeled each other with hard body punches that thudded with painful ends.
They cried against each other as their bodies absorbed blow after violent blow. After a few minutes of this embrace, they lowered to the floor in croutching stances which finally brought them to full floor fighting. The embattled pair wrestled now, headlocking each other and punching with their free hands. Their legs scissored each others' and they fought in tight embrace. The crowd held them to a close fight now, each having limited space to manuver around the feet that surrounded them. Their sleevless white tops were drenched with their sweat as their heaving bodies wrestled in this violent entanglement. As it looked like the end was near, each pleaded with the other to give up. Neither would submit and the fight dragged on. They continued punching at their bodies while headlocks stayed locked in place. Sobbing loudly now, they rolled only sightly between the standing crowd and continued to plead for a surrender. Each gal had taken a terrible beating and the crowd seemed about to pull them apart when two sets of long legs appeared through the crowd and the ex-playmates reached down to them and pulled them off each other. Everybody cheered and the bartender poured vast quantities of liquid refreshment for all. The warring waitresses shook hands, on the urging of the ex-playmates, and all was quiet again.
The End
Back To Cremlar
The arena filled quickly as the two fighters waited for their cue to enter. One on side of the grass floored arena waited a rather buxoom lass of thirty. She stood five-nine and was shaped in a healthy manner...rounded but not muscular. Hair of gold and eyes of green, she fidgeted just out of sight of the crowd. On her luscious body she wore light blue ribbons to hold her hair back from her eyes,a snug white cotton sleevless top,white stretch leggings that stopped at mid calf,black ankle height flat soled shoes,and thin white socks that she had pulled straight up to almost meet the end of her leggings. She peered out across the rounded walled battlefield at her opponent and sighed slightly. A 98 pound weakling of a male waited to fight her, she thought. This would be no contest, an easy victory for her, she mused.
Myron Handelman waited with nervous anticipation on the oppoaite side of the arena for the fight to begin. He stood all of five-nine but weighed in at 135 pounds. His dark hair was cut short and his black eyes showed fear at the sight of his opponent's wholesome body. A shy, gentle man, he had never harmed anyone during his entire life but had made the mistake of forgetting to pay a traffic summons. He was given the choice...pay a hefty fine, which he couldn't afford, or be sent to the arena. He shuffeled about and peered across at his opponent. Myron was given a white muscle shirt of cotton, black stretch pants that were just below knee length, black ankle high shoes, and white sweat socks, all provided by the realm.
The signal given, the two fighters advanced to center arena for instructions. They looked like boxers of the late eighteen-ninties. They would fight a bare-knuckled fist fight to a conclusive ending...knockout the only way to win. They nodded their understanding to the instructor and returned to opposite ends of the arena as the instructor exited, leaving them alone on the grass.
Round one...Ding!!! The blonde lass and Myron moved into the sunlight to engage each other in unarmed combat. The blonde lass raised her fists up early and still had a distance to reach Myron posed in a fighters' position. Myron held his hands loosely until reaching his well endowed female opponent. She moved straight at Myron as he circled to his right and dodged her right fist. Myron balled his fists now and continued to circle as the lass lashed out again with her left fist. Myron barely ducked in time and the lass moved to catch up to him. She stalked Myron around the grass as he managed to back away from her attacking fists. The lass had struck only air so far as the crowd began to boo them loudly. She was becoming agitated at Myron's ability to avoid her attacks. She stopped dead in her tracks and stamped her foot into the grass, demanding that he stop backing away and fight her. Myron smiled slyly and held his fists in front of his face,in a come and get me motion. The lass became enraged and stormed after him. Myron was on the trot now with the blonde chasing him. Page Sixteen

Conculsion of Back To Cremlar...page sixteen.

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