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The Collector

By Wolfboy

Jemma fights a newcomer to make a trip round the world a reality

Jemma and Beth had worked for a little while on pulling together plans to take a gap year, travelling the world to see a number of places. The plan differed from the traditional gap year though in their aim for the trip to be funded by taking part in prize catfights where they could, to supplement the money they’d put aside for the trip. While both realised that Jemma was the most obvious source of income in that respect, neither had ruled out the prospect of Beth taking part in a catfight as well were it needed. That might be one on one or as a tag partner for Jemma; it was going to be a match for Jemma that would really help to provide the impetus to get things started.

After her recent match with Amy, Karen who had refereed the match pulled Jemma aside. Knowing that Jemma was looking to do this tour with Beth, and that she needed money to do it, Karen had suggested that a regular contact of hers might be able to help. The woman was the owner of a chain of hotels, but her true passion was catfighting. Not as a participant though, she was a collector of catfight films, articles and assorted memorabilia. She wanted to change that by taking part in a one off catfight and was looking for an opponent, who she would be prepared to pay very handsomely to do that. Karen had offered to put Jemma’s name forward for that purpose, and Jemma, knowing that the moment would guarantee at least two legs of their planned trip, had agreed readily. Events had snowballed fairly quickly from that point; The Collector, as the woman was first known to Jemma had of course been familiar with Emma’s career, and she’d seen the daughter of a champion catfighter as being just the right kind of woman for her to take on.

Jemma had little doubt about taking the match either, a good pay day with an inexperienced opponent had looked far too good to turn down. With a quick exchange of emails, the match was set up without any difficulties. Jemma was keen to take on this Swiss woman, and Jenni, the Swiss woman in question was more than happy that Jemma was the right opponent for her too. That each was a good physical match for the other wasn’t unnoticed by each. Jemma was an inch taller, Jenni was two pounds heavier, so there wasn’t a clear edge physically between them. Jemma of course held the fight experience edge with a number of matches under her belt. Not an insurmountable edge, but one that could well prove to be decisive between two otherwise evenly matched women.

Now that the match up was agreed, the next step was for Jenni to lay out her terms for want of a better word. The Swiss woman would be paying Jemma handsomely to come and take her on, so in turn, Jemma recognised that it was only right for Jenni to set the rules and conditions for the whole thing. Jenni certainly didn’t have anything out of the ordinary in mind for the match rules, but there was going to be a few interesting wrinkles to throw in along the way, all of which she laid out in an email.

‘Jemma,

First of all, thank you for agreeing to come and take me on. I know my request may seem a bit odd, but after years of watching fights, I know that I need to experience it just once.

From that point of view, I have a simple set of rules. Twenty minute time limit, breaks between submissions for as long as the one who has submitted needs. Only slapping to the face, anything goes to the body. Most submissions in the time limit wins.

I will fly you and your girlfriend out to St Moritz and put you up in my hotel there. I have a private apartment in the hotel and that’s where we will fight on the second day of your stay. There won’t be a set time for the match, but that’s only because my schedule can be a little unpredictable at times. When I’m ready, I’ll come and find you. We can fight in my archive room which I have had matted, ready for this occasion for some while.

Beyond that, I have just one request and a couple of things to offer you. The first is, please bring nothing to fight in; allow me to outfit you for the match. Then my offers are if you agree to everything here, I will give you and Beth access to my archive whenever you want it, and I will pay you 7,500 Swiss Francs, which I think will give you both a strong head-start for your adventure around the world.

Jenni x’

It only took a quick discussion between Jemma and Beth before a short reply to accept the match and the terms was formulated and sent. Jemma reasoned that Jenni was an unknown property as a fighter, but Karen wouldn’t have put them in touch with the Swiss woman had she now been someone they could trust. Beth felt that the logic was sound enough, and that was that really, Jemma was happy enough to take the risk of stepping on to the mats with an unknown quantity to make sure the funds for their tour were secured. There were a few more emails back and forth, mainly Jenni checking on Jemma’s sizes and favourite colours so that she could outfit her. Then a few days after that, the travel itinerary was received, along with the flight tickets. The following week, both Jemma and Beth had taken their first ever first class flight, been picked up by a chauffeur driven car, and were enjoying their first day exploring the town of St Moritz, overlooked by the Alps. As they walked around, they talked a little about Jenni who they had briefly met on arriving at the hotel, the owner deciding to show them personally to their suite.

‘She seems nice’ Beth told Jemma in response to her question on what she thought of the Swiss woman.

‘Oh I agree’ Jemma replied, smiling. ‘But that’s not exactly what I meant babe. You’ve got an eye for a fighter….what do you think of her that way?’ she asked.

‘Not getting worried are you my sexy little wildcat?’ Beth chuckled, earning herself a swat on the arm from Jemma who was laughing along.

‘Of course not’ Jemma replied, ‘but you’re always saying that proper preparation is important….so, I’m interested what you think of her’ she explained.

The stroll through the town, window shopping at a number of expensive boutiques continued then with Beth telling Jemma ‘she looks fit and strong which is the first thing any catfighter needs to be. I don’t think you’ll tire her out physically in twenty minutes, but you might wear her out by working her over because she’s not going to be used to that if she’s not fought before. Remember your first time; things happen that you don’t expect, your plans get derailed and you have to react as the match goes on. That gets easier with experience so although she’s older than you, you do carry an edge there’ Beth said. She paused for a moment as she thought Jenni over in her mind, then she continued ‘she’d got strong legs Jem. I remember when she met us, she was in a fairly short skirt and heels. Strong thighs, strong looking calves. If there’s anything to avoid it’s probably having those wrapped around you for too long I’d think!’ Then she stopped, realising Jemma was five yards back up the street looking intently into the window of a lingerie shop.

‘That’ she said, looking at the exquisite lingerie set in the window ‘is what I’m going to be wearing the day I become a champion catfighter like mum!’

‘It is beautiful’ Beth agreed with her, ‘but are you sure you want to get that roughly torn from your body?’ she asked with a grin.

‘Depends on who is doing the tearing…’ Jemma smirked.

‘Don’t tempt me Miss Baines…..don’t tempt me’ Beth laughed in reply.

The first day was really that of any short break; sightseeing and trying to take in as much of St Moritz as they could. Indeed, both were captivated with the beauty of the place, spending most of the afternoon and evening looking around before returning to their suite on the fourth floor of the hotel, overlooking the lake. When Beth opened the door, there was an envelope on the carpet which had been pushed under the door, both recognised the handwriting on the envelope to be Jenni’s. As Beth opened the door to the balcony, stepping out into the unseasonably warm autumn evening air, seeing how the lights of the town were reflected in the placid surface of the lake, Jemma walked behind her opening the envelope as she went.

‘It’s from Jenni’ she told Beth. ‘She says her schedule has an opening at 11am in the morning, so we’ll fight then. We’re to go to the hotel spa in our hotel dressing gowns and ask the receptionist for Jenni. She’ll send us through into Jenni’s private suite where the fight will take place. I’ll get my fight outfit when I get there’ Jemma said, adding ‘I hope she’s chosen something nice for me.’

‘I think you’ll be alright Jem’ Beth confided now. ‘If there’s one thing I think we definitely know, it’s that Jenni is a classy lady. I’m sure she’ll choose well for you.’

‘I’m sure you’re right’ Jemma agreed, then she told Beth ‘I’m turning up naked beneath my hotel robe you know. She told me to bring nothing to fight in after all’ she pointed out.

‘But’ Beth questioned, mischief in her voice, ‘what on earth will you do if your gown falls open in the corridor?’ she smirked.

‘I’ll give everyone one hell of an eyeful’ Jemma laughed, going on ‘and I’m not sure the hotel guests are quite up to that kind of thing here, so you’ll have to behave yourself Miss Henderson!’

As it was, the walk to the spa the following day did pass without any incident, mainly because the corridors of the hotel seemed to be thronged with visitors who were heading out for the day. The sight of two pretty young women in hotel robes, clearly headed for a swim barely caused anyone to take a second glance at them. Beth had deliberately left her robe belted but showing a hint of her red one piece swimsuit. Jemma appeared to be the shy one of the pair anyone might have thought with her robe tightly pulled around her, covering right up to her throat. If only those guests that had passed her in the corridor had realised what she was about to do with the owner of the hotel, or that she was stark naked beneath that robe, then their perspective on her may just have been changed.

Within a few moments, Beth and Jemma had negotiated the reception area of the spa, the receptionist guiding them to a door that she unlocked for them, putting them into a small corridor that led them around the spa to another door. Clearly this must be the entrance to Jenni’s apartment, Jemma knocking the door and then waiting a few seconds before it was opened from inside by the brunette hotel owner and collector of catfight films. Her brunette hair was still damp and she too wore one of the hotel gowns; it was pretty evident that she had not long stepped out of the shower. ‘Well, come in girls’ she said, a slight tremor in her voice that hadn't been there when they’d met before. The hotel owner, for all her poise in business situations had found that she was nervous here, about to fight for the first time in her life. It would be Beth who would put her at ease a little as she stepped inside the lavishly furnished apartment now, noting their hosts slight unease.

‘Don’t worry Jenni, you’ll be fine, she doesn’t bite….often!’ she smiled, getting Jenni to crack a smile in return and the tension was broken.

‘Oh, of course’ Jenni said now, ‘sorry, I’m just a little bit nervous I guess. I’ve thought of doing this so many times, but now here I am faced with it happening and frankly, I’m a bit flustered ladies’ she admitted.

‘It happens to us all’ Jemma confided in the older Swiss woman now. ‘I still get nervous before I fight’ she admitted. ‘It’s better after the first time of course, because you’ve some idea what to expect, but I’m still nervous today.’

‘Well then, we can be nervous together on the mats in a short while’ Jenni smiled, starting to recover a little more of her composure. ‘Let me give you a quick tour of the apartment first’ she said, leading both through the little entrance corridor in to an apartment that’s open plan lay out wrapped around one of the corners of the hotel. There were ceiling to floor windows giving panoramic views of the town, the lake and the snow capped Alps beyond. A view to make anyone stop which is exactly what Beth and Jemma did, both captivated by the sheer majesty of the view. ‘I know…’ Jenni smiled, ‘I still do that every morning in this place!’

‘I can see why, it’s stunning’ Beth had to agree as they continued to work around the corner of the apartment now, finally finding a door on the right. The entrance to the archive room it seemed as Jenni said ‘that’s where we’ll fight. All of the curtains and blinds in this main room are set on timers so in there is the most private room in the hotel. If you don’t mind, we’ll both change in there too?’ Jenni asked.

‘It’s fine by me Jenni’ Jemma smiled, knowing that changing for her would simply be putting on whatever outfit the wealthy Swiss hotelier had got for her to fight in.

‘Let me just dry my hair first then’ Jenni said, laughing as she she pointed out ‘don’t want you to be unable to grab it because it’s wet after all Jemma! Take a seat, I’ll literally be two minutes’ she said to them, going around the corner to where the sounds of a hair dryer could be heard, working away for a few moments. When Jenni reappeared, she had her hair styled neatly in the French bob that Jemma had so liked the look of when they’d first met. With her flame red hair to the middle of her back, Jemma was aware that the brunette would have easier access to pulling her hair. Just one of those things in a fight she shrugged, not something to worry about. ‘Shall we go through to the archive room?’ Jenni asked her now.

‘Yes, lets. I’m dying to see what you’ve got me to fight you in!’ Jemma smiled.

In the archive room, they found what looked to be modelled on an old fashioned library almost, moveable ladders attached to three walls of shelves. Green leather furniture was arranged so that there was a seat in each corner of the matted area at the centre of the room. There was around two feet of solid wood floor at the surrounds of the wrestling mats at the centre of the room. On two of the chairs stood a package, Jenni pointing to the one furthest from the door to say ‘that one is yours Jemma.’

The redhead’s green eyes danced with excited anticipation as she noted that the package had come from the lingerie store that she had looked in the window of yesterday. She was even more delighted to find her outfit was almost exactly the one she had seen in the window yesterday. Where that had been nude lace highlighted with subtle red embroidery, this was one adorned in emerald green. ‘It’s so pretty! Thank you!’ she smiled across the room at Jenni who laughed ‘it’s a shame I’ll be trying to rip it off you…’

‘Good point’ Jemma agreed as she started to unpackage the exquisite lingerie so that she could dress herself for the fight. A three quarter cup bra enhanced her D cup breasts as it fitted so well, a skimpy thong rode comfortably on her hips, low cut at the waist to further enhance her figure. The suspender belt was thin, fitting comfortably across her body, and then she rolled the finest silk stockings up her powerful but shapely legs, smoothing the nude coloured material against her body before hooking the garters of her suspender belt to the top of each stocking at the front. ‘Beth….would you mind attaching me at the back babe?’ she asked now, ‘you know I can never do the back’ she smirked.

‘I’m glad it’s not just me that can’t do them then’ Jenni said from across the mats, going on ‘I don’t suppose you’d mind helping me too would you Beth?’

‘Not at all’ Beth smiled, ‘I swear they make these things as hard as possible to put on yourself!’ she said as she crossed the mats to help Jenni now. The Swiss woman had adopted a different look to Jemma, every bit as classy and exquisite in it’s own way. As Beth took a hold of one of the rear garters of her one piece, thong backed, electric blue lace body suit, and started to attach them to a similar pair of nude silk stockings to those Jemma wore, Jemma turned to see her opponent stripped down to fight for the first time. She noted just what Beth had first suggested to her; Jenni may have no experience as a fighter, but she was very obviously a strong woman in good shape. ‘Pretty outfit’ Jemma said to her from across the mats as Beth finished attaching the stockings of the Swiss woman to her garters now. ‘Very pretty’ Jemma confirmed as Jenni turned, showing that a good proportion of the front of her body suit was cut away to leave her toned stomach uncovered. ‘Not as impressive as yours though Jemma’ the Swiss woman allowed, ‘I’d hoped it would suit you as well as it does!’ she continued. Then she walked on to the centre of the mats and Jemma recognised it to be not the start of the fight, but that Jenni wanted to stand in a stare-down with her, breast to breast, in the centre of the room for a moment. A kind of sizing up for the moment; a brief period of silence as both looked intently into the other’s eyes. There was an electricity in the air Beth realised as she took the third seat in the room, placed at the side of the mats away from each other. Their breasts lightly touching, Jenni spoke now. ‘I like you Jemma. You’re a nice person, but I want you to be an absolute bitch to me for the next twenty minutes’ she smiled.

‘Oh...I can do that’ Jemma smiled in return, ‘but I want you to promise to be an absolute bitch as well Jenni. I want to see what you’ve got too’ she told the brunette.

‘Fair enough. I will try my best Jemma’ Jenni smiled, the two women with their faces still mere inches apart, bodies touching, increasing the tension. ‘I think that we should introduce ourselves then start?’ Jenni suggested, Jemma nodding her head almost imperceptibly to agree.

‘Well I’m Jemma Baines’ she said now, green eyes still not leaving Jenni’s deep hazel eyes as she spoke quietly, directly to her opponent. ‘I’m 19 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 148lbs and I measure 36D-23-36, and my record so far is 9 wins and 1 defeat’ she finished, waiting for Jenni to reveal her stats.

‘And I’m Jenni Meier’ the brunette responded, her gaze even on Jemma, but that little catch in her voice again as the time to fight rapidly neared. ‘I’m 45 years old, 5 feet 6 inches tall, 145lbs, I measure 38C-25-37, and this is my very first fight’ Jemma said, pausing a moment to ask Jemma ‘ready?’

‘Ready’ Jemma nodded in return, then gasped as almost immediately Jenni took advantage of their close proximity to get a double handed hair pull on her forcing her head back. It was a quick start form the Swiss woman, but Jemma quickly reciprocated, recovering fast from the initial shock and grabbing a handful of Jenni’s shorter brunette hair too. Now the hotel proprietor gasped as she felt what it was like to have her hair pulled in battle. She smiled too, despite the stinging slap that Jemma whipped into her body, landing with accuracy on the cutaway section of her bodysuit. The sound of that blow filled the room with it’s report for a moment, but Jenni took it without flinching and adjusted her grip of Jemma’s long red hair, getting in closer to the roots to really pull the redhead’s head back harshly. Jemma groaned again, suffering a little with the highly effective hair pulling style of the brunette as she found herself backed up a couple of steps and took a kick to the thigh from Jenni. Despite her inexperience, it was a good opening from Jenni, one that Jemma looked to slow up a little with a knee to the body now. It landed well, but despite her groan, Jenni took it well enough, her toned physique allowing her to shake it off. Now she took one hand out of Jemma’s hair but the respite that gave Jemma was short lived as Jenni chopped a punch into her ribs, and again forced Jemma to back up a little. The final act of the opening saw Jenni use the hair to throw Jemma a little way across the mats, but she was slow to follow up, allowing Jemma to get to her feet.

There was a look on Jemma’s face that said ‘impressive’ as she got to her feet, circled a second, and come straight back in for a mutual hair grab, each latching on to the hair with their left hand while they used the right to slap away at the body of the other. Each slap landed with force, an occasional grunt of recognition of the shots landing, as each was lost a little in the action, looking to soften the other up. Jemma struck tellingly this time, landing a good slap to Jenni’s right breast, and that gave her the merest of openings, giving the Swiss woman a momentary pause that she used to snake a foot behind her right ankle. With a little push, she was able to trip Jenni to the mat for the first time, and immediately looked to follow her down to keep the pressure on. Jemma went for the cross pin, trapping Jenni’s right arm between her stocking clad thighs, but quickly the brunette secured a grab of Jemma’s red hair again, preventing her from pinning that arm out of the way too. ‘You love to pull hair don’t you?’ Jemma said, not really a question or criticism, just a simple statement of fact; then she clapped down a heavy slap on Jenni’s right breast again, starting to squeeze and maul her with strong fingers. ‘Mmmfffff’ Jenni groaned, a little bit of anguish in her voice for the first time as she felt the teenaged redhead working her over a little. In response she redoubled her efforts with the hair, but leverage was not her friend from her position beneath Jemma, and it seemed the redhead was winning this exchange. Indeed, now Jemma buried her other hand in Jenni’s brunette hair, using the grip to painfully rip her head to the side. A pained moan escaped Jenni’s lips now, but not one of instant submission; Jemma’s rough attack had awakened a competitive spirit in her.

Beneath the redhead, Jenni squirmed and bridged, complaining again as Jemma wrenched her head by the hair once again. In return she pulled hard on Jemma’s hair to little avail, before foregoing the hair pull altogether, and starting to flail at Jemma’s body with some slaps. Jemma kept her face turned away though and the blows lacked real power, delivered as they were from a position pinned beneath Jemma. Then Jemma struck tellingly, a flat handed blow to the stomach landing with a sharp crack before she went back to the breast maul and rolled slightly so that her body was partly smothering Jenni. The Swiss hotelier held out for a few moments longer, moaning in pain from the mauling attack, but then she tapped the mat to concede a first submission to Jemma who rolled off her quickly before going back to her corner of the mat having checked that Jenni was OK.

Jenni’s first taste of catfighting had lasted just four minutes and had been a tough introduction, but she was far from deterred, smiling as she looked over at Jemma in the opposite corner. Her enthusiasm was infectious Jemma realised as she smiled back, enjoying fighting without any pressure in this relaxed setting. She marvelled too at how the lingerie suited her perfectly, hugging her every curve snugly; Jenni had done a great job in choosing for her. The Swiss woman was back on her feet too, walking back to the centre of the mats, Jemma coming quickly to realise that this was her way of starting a fall. She waited there, hands on hips, for Jemma to join her, briefly standing breast to breast with her, then she asked if Jemma was ready. As soon as Jemma nodded that she was, both were straight into the hair again, a fierce hair tug of war to start this second fall of action. There was no obvious upper-hand for either woman, both moaning quietly in pain as they felt the burn in their scalp. Both had their faces set in determination now as Jenni surprised Jemma by slapping her hard on the cheek, and then the brunette showed her catty instincts, grabbing the front of Jemma’s bra, and pulling hard on it with both hands. As the sound of expensive and fine fabric ripping filled the room, Jemma slapped Jenni’s face a little bit more lightly, and then returned the favour, grabbing at the front of the blue body suit to start ripping that. Tearing fabric was the soundtrack that filled the room for the net 30 seconds almost exclusively, Jemma ripping the bodice of Jenni’s suit open to reveal a pert pair of C cup breasts, while in return her own bra was torn roughly off too. Then the slapping starting again, each woman targeting those now naked breasts with a rough abandon for the moment before Jemma spotted her chance. Grabbing the side of Jenni’s bodysuit, she quickly pulled it into a wedgie that made the Swiss woman shriek in pain as the lace fabric cut in to her.

It was a short lived success for Jemma though as Jenni gritted her teeth and fired back with a punch to the body. It was a short sharp right hand, dug into Jemma’s ribs and as she gasped, suddenly forced to suck in breath, her grasp of the electric blue fabric lace was lost. Instead she was chased on to the back foot behind a flurry of slaps from Jennie as she tried to catch her breath. Chased but not panicked it seemed as she was able to take the majority of the slaps on her arms, sounding painful but not really troubling her before she struck back with a straight right hand between Jenni’s breasts.

‘OOOFFF!’ the Swiss woman moaned; in shape or not, she was far from used to being punched hard like that and it showed as it was suddenly she that was trying to catch her breath on the back foot. Jemma was a little more measured in her pursuit; a slap to the breasts, then working to the thighs and stomach, dropping Jenni’s guard a little before switching back upstairs to slap her cheek just hard enough to warm it. Then she was back in the hair for a moment, forcing Jenni’s head down and to the side so that she could send a knee up into those pert breasts. Jenni groaned, looking under pressure for the first time as she slapped back, trying to force Jemma off her, but there was no escaping the clutches of the redhead who lifted and slammed the brunette firmly to the mats. Another groan escaped Jenni’s lips as she was planted there, realising that no matter how thick the mats were, there was little give in them. Winded, she was primed for Jemma to drop in for a schoolgirl pin at first, but in her favour Jenni had seen enough catfights to realise she ought to defend the face sit. She crossed her arms high on her chest while Jemma remained seated more of less on her stomach for now, delivering a couple of light slaps to the face. Jenni took those without flinching, then Jemma started to push at her crossed arms, trying to force them up above her head to the mat.

‘Oh, you’re a strong one!’ Jemma remarked as she struggled to shift those arms far before sending a couple of slaps into them to test Jenni’s resolve. The Swiss woman held firm as she replied ‘I guess I am…’ taking another little flurry of slaps to the arms for her troubles. There was no movement in Jenni’s arms, but then she let out a surprised moan of pain; Jemma had switched targets and had quickly spread her with a grapevine. ‘OWWWW!’ the Swiss woman moaned now, suddenly feeling that surprising power in her teenaged opponent’s legs. Although Jenni was no slouch in that department, it was clear that technique and the element of surprise had worked in Jemma’s favour. And now, Jenni, despite being the older woman made something of a rookie mistake. Her arms had been folded on her chest, preventing Jemma from smothering her, but now she moved them to push at Jemma’s legs to try and break the grapevine, inadvertently sealing her fate for this fall. Jemma wasn’t one to turn down the opportunity that presented itself and she plunged forward, dropping her breasts squarely in Jenni’s face. At the same time, she got her arms at the side of Jenni’s head too, making sure that her face stayed upturned, taking the smother without respite.

There were a few muffled groans from the Swiss hotelier who responded in the real way left to her, grabbing Jemma’s flame red hair and trying to use it to force the smothering breasts out of her face. Now pain was written on Jemma’s face as she held firm, now letting Jenni know that she was hurting her as she continued to smother her. The brunette tried everything she could to get free, to dislodge Jemma and get any kind of breath of air, finally resorting to a painful wedgie on Jemma just before her lungs screamed at her that it was time to submit. Jemma took that 2-0 lead back to her corner, just about at the halfway point of the fight, again having checked first that Jenni was OK. In that interval in the action, Beth took it upon herself to take drinks, but no advice to each corner before retaking her seat. There was a little longer between the falls this time, Jenni as the loser of the previous round exercising her right to a little longer respite under the rules. Jemma watched her intently, not looking for weakness, but merely looking for when she would be ready to start the third fall. This time, that point came a little after two minutes of a break, but it came in the same way with Jenni striding confidently to the centre of the mats. Jemma joined her there of course, and both ladies now topless stood breast to breast, waiting for the resumption of the action. ‘Ready?’ Jenni asked again, ‘ready’ Jemma confirmed, and both went straight to the hair again with both hands for what seemed to be the standard opening to the falls between them.

Jenni went full force straight away, forcing Jemma’s head back and drawing a gasp from the redhead quickly, but then she switched tactics, taking Jemma totally by surprise with a knee to the belly. Jemma groaned loudly, doubled forward slightly, and found herself pulled by her hair into a front headlock, trapped snugly under Jenni’s right arm. The Swiss woman took advantage of that situation quickly too, enjoying her first period on top in the fight. She grabbed at Jemma’s thong now, wrapping her hand once in the waist band and pulled hard, enjoying drawing a brief shriek of pain from the redhead before she was rewarded by the quick tearing sound of fabric as the thong ripped. She let it go, leaving it to stay pointlessly around Jemma’s waist before she hooked a left hand into Jemma’s ribs. It carried no real snap, but it showed she was still here to fight as she tried to drag Jemma around the mats in that hold. Jemma had recovered her composure a little now too, and she slapped away at Jenni’s thigh before repaying her partly for the torn thong by ripping at her stocking. As she shredded that, Jenni sent in another left hand, a little harder and slightly more effective, and she dropped to her own knees, trying to force Jemma down in the hold. Jemma tried to stay upright as best she could, despite the strain it put on her, and she was quick to lock onto Jenni’s breast, mauling as effectively as she could. Now Jennie let out a moan of pain too, feeling Jemma working her over, but she had control as she got back to her feet and started to lead Jemma around the mats once again.

This time, Jemma tried to use come of her wrestling skills to force her way out of the hold into a hammerlock. A plan that Jenni resisted, showing good strength to help counteract Jemma’s skill, before she slipped a hand between the redhead’s legs and lifted her into a well delivered slam there on the mats. That was an impact to wind Jemma who was hastily pinned there by Jenni who dropped down to straddle her stomach. Then she leaned forward, getting her breasts into Jemma’s face as she tried to pin her arms to the mat with her hands. Quickly Jemma tried to squirm an arm free, getting it into Jenni’s shorter brunette hair to stop her from making the smother pin more effective for now. The Swiss woman moaned quietly, feeling Jemma’s fingers wrapped in her hair; she didn’t flinch from it though, slapping away quickly to try and knock loose Jemma’s grasp. It was to little avail, but she held the better of the two positions, sat on Jemma’s stomach with her breasts riding in her face, partially smothering her at least. Jemma was in a predicament, but the hair hold prevented it from getting worse as she took another flurry of slaps to her arm. Jenni was trying to work into a better position, unseen by Jemma as she slowly shifted her left leg further up until she was able to get it on to Jemma’s right arm, pinning it to the mat. Immediately that gave Jemma a problem; Jenni had an arm free with which to attack her, some thing she did by grabbing Jemma’s red hair and wrenching her head to the side roughly.

Jemma moaned, causing Jenni to invite her to submit, to which Jemma replied ‘no way!’ and the action continued. Jenni retook her grip, getting in close to Jemma’s roots to apply an increasingly painful hair pull and she settled in for the long haul, hoping she might force a concession out of the teenaged redhead. The smother was still only partly effective though and that was the key to forcing Jemma into submission. And in return, Jemma kept up her defensive hair pull, effectively stopping Jennie from really getting her into trouble just now. It was an attritional struggle for the time being then; one with Jenni enjoying being in the top position, but not totally able to press the advantage home either. The Swiss woman began to flick slaps at Jemma’s body and legs stretched out beneath her. Jemma was forced to take them, but the pattern continued with her holding firm with that fierce single handed hair pull to prevent Jenni really getting her in serious danger. This was a tough section of the fight for Jemma now as Jenni closed her fist, moving from slaps to punches into the body as she tried to shake Jemma free of her hair.

It wasn’t to be though, and the action continued with Jemma pinned and getting punished while Jenni showed she was warming to the task of being a catfighter. At the same time, she showed her inexperience a little perhaps, not quite being able to move Jemma close enough to the point of submission, and time was ticking down in the fight here with Jemma still leading 2-0. Jenni was certainly hurting her at times though, now starting to squeeze her left breast as she reached back, drawing another moan of pain as she felt the older woman’s fingers searching her sensitive breast for the key to unlocking a submission. In reply, Jemma did all she could, pulling hard on the brunette locks of the hotelier in defence while she tried to wriggle her arm out from beneath Jenni’s leg. Jenni seemed pretty oblivious to that fact as she continued to enjoy working on the redhead’s breast, making her moan with increasingly frequent pain. But then, her arm was totally free from being pinned to the mat, and after a slap to Jenni’s cheek, it was bunching up that electric blue bodysuit, attempting a wedgie to punish the brunette in return. That might have been effective had the fine lace of the bodysuit not been quite so flimsy, and Jemma’s forceful pulling on it quickly had the crotch torn and the garment hanging around Jenni’s waist, acting merely as a suspender belt for her fine silk stockings.

Each fighter was basically naked now to all intents and purposes, certainly breasts and crotches were uncovered, unprotected by the fine lingerie each had started the fight in. And as the action moved into the last minutes, that reduced level of clothing only seemed to increase the level of cattiness in the fight.

Jenni had by now realised that she wasn’t going to force a submission with her partial breast smother no matter how much she tried. Given that, she went to a double handed hair pull and got off Jemma, forcing her up to her feet. Jemma kept both of her hands in the brunette’s hair too for a moment, perhaps expecting a mutual hair tug of way to ensue. Instead, Jenni surprised her with finely manicured nails across the stomach, and what looked something like a judo throw to take her to the mat hard. Quickly the brunette dropped into position, sat on her breasts, facing towards her feet. It was set up for a reverse face sit as Jenni slapped Jemma’s thighs before simply ripping and tearing her silk stockings because she could. Then she moved quickly into her chosen position, just holding Jemma’s hair for long enough to trap her head firmly in between those power packed thighs.

This was the very position that Beth had warned Jemma about finding herself in against Jenni; inexperienced or not, the Swiss woman had legs built to scissor, and she applied the hold well. Jemma cried out loudly in pain, then again in a little surprise as she felt Jenni’s fingers running through her finely trimmed, flame red landing strip before grabbing what she could and pulling. ‘Now submit!’ Jenni said, not really a question, more a hopeful instruction as she heard Jemma moan with pain. Again though, Jemma was able to surprise her by fighting back. She clawed at Jenni’s naked ass, and with the Swiss fighter a little shocked herself now, swung her legs up and trapped her in a head scissors of her own. Now Jenni found her face pulled tightly into Jemma’s naked womanhood in return while she tried to squeeze the concession out of the teenager. In the end, neither could manage it, spending the last 90 seconds of the fight in this tangled position, each punishing with their legs and surprising and hurting each other as they clawed each other. Both were pretty relieved then when the timer sounded to end the fight as they rolled apart to lie alongside each other on the mats for a moment, both breathing heavily.

‘Pretty good for a first timer’ Jemma said in between deep breaths, impressed as she was with Jenni’s performance.

‘You were too tough for me though’ Jenni replied, equally breathless.

‘I’m just more used to fighting’ Jemma allowed as Beth brought them both bottles of water on to the mats. ‘You were doing better and better as it went on’ she told the Swiss woman. It was the truth too; Jenni’s performance had been good and showed her to be a quick learner who might be a dangerous enough fighter to contend with in the future if she decided to fight more often.

Something she quickly suggested wouldn’t probably be the case as she told them both ‘this was everything I wanted to experience and it’s really fulfilled that long held desire for me. So I’m probably back to watching and collecting again now.’

‘Well if you ever feel like a rematch, consider us interested’ Jemma said. ‘And equally, if you ever just want a chance to watch a fight live again here, let us know. We’d be happy to come back and fight here again wouldn’t we Beth?’ she asked.

‘Oh yes’ Beth agreed. ‘I mean you have the perfect setup for a private catfight right here. It would be a shame if it didn’t get to be used again!’

So that was it for the match, and after a little more small talk, Jenni excused herself to prepare for her afternoon appointments that would be ‘not as much fun as this’ as let Jemma and Beth back out of private appointment by the same slightly secretive entrance. As they parted at the door, she kissed both girls on their cheeks, and told them ‘you’ll find a little something in your rooms as an extra token of my appreciation!’

Now Beth and Jemma, both wearing their hotel gowns again excitedly made their way back through the maze of hotel corridors towards their room. Jemma wore the hood of her gown up to hide the fact that her hair was somewhat dishevelled courtesy of Jenni as she said to Beth ‘I wonder what Jenni has got for us?’

‘I’d love a nice chilled bottle of champagne to enjoy on the balcony’ Beth smiled as Jemma laughed ‘get you with your expensive tastes!’

The two continued to chat excitedly as they neared the room, and Beth produced the key card from her pocket to let them into the room. No sooner were they in that Jemma ditched her robe and rushed into the bedroom of the suite naked to find two parcels there on the bed with a note on each.

Jemma’s read ‘sorry I ripped the first one!’ and when she opened it, she found another note on top of a matching lingerie set to that which she had just fought in and now was in several pieces in Jenni’s apartment. That note simply read ‘one day you’re going to need something special to fight in!’

Then Beth opened hers to find a beautiful black, silver and purple lingerie body suit, complete with matching black stockings. The note in hers read ‘thank you for bringing your girlfriend to fight me. I hope you’ll like this and will put it to good use one day!’

They were both delighted with their gifts from Jenni, and as Jemma picked up the phone to order her girlfriend that bottle of chilled champagne for the balcony, both already had plans for just when they might put them to use in a catfight.