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Fighter For Hire – The Farm Girl

By Wolfboy

Emma starts her comeback with the first of her private challengers

The defeat to Toni had, in a way, opened up some interesting chances for Emma to branch out and take on some new and different challengers. It had been Beth who had pointed out that Emma’s ban from fighting didn’t actually stop her from fighting at all. It just meant that she could either fight at home, or away from home she’d only be able to fight in front of a maximum of two people. That had led Beth to placing an advert, essentially making Emma a catfighter for hire to anyone wishing to pay the fee that Beth and Jemma had attached for different matches. That scale started out at £250 for a maximum of one hour of catfighting and it was under that standard fee that Emma had agreed to fight against her first client.

Jessica Hall was a farmers daughter up in Yorkshire, and she’d been one of the original batch of e mailers that had replied to Beth’s advert for Emma. A few of those hadn’t stood the test of a response email from Emma, quickly whittling the field down to a few emails. Of those, Emma had found herself to be most interested in Jessica. ‘Call me Jessie’ her email had pretty much opened with, and there had been an honest air about it from start to finish. ‘I don’t really know if I’m a catfighter’ had been an honest admission, followed by ‘each year we get farm hands to help with the summer fruit harvest. The same couple have some here for the last ten years, since I was 19, and I’ve fought them both each year. Sometimes they won, sometimes I won, but this year they’re not coming. The barn I usually use to fight them in is ready, but it’s not getting used this year, and to be honest that’s a shame. It just doesn’t feel the same without a good fight.’

That was all Jessie had written really, but when Emma followed up with an email of her own, accepting in principle to fight her, but also wanting to know more about Jessie’s plans, she’d replied quickly. That follow up had been very much more open in the details of what the farmer’s daughter had wanted.

‘The fights are pretty simple usually. Rough matches and we’ve never really talked too much about lots of rules or anything, just fought really. WE fight naked in our work boots, sometimes the gloves too, though they’re rough on the skin and I prefer it without them. Each fighter is allowed to surrender once, then if they do it again they lose. I propose that if you lose inside the hour, after a suitable time to recover, I get you as my farm girl for the rest of the hour. If you win, well you get me for the rest of the hour for whatever you want.

You’re going to want to know about me of course. I’m 28, 5 feet 8 inches tall I think, 185lbs and I’ve got big tits and a bigger arse that might come in very handy in a fight!’

It was settled then. Emma was happy to fight Jessie under those conditions and given the evidently very secret nature of the fights Jessie had been having on the farm, she travelled alone for this fight. It was probably going to be the case that Jessie would be a fairly uncomplicated fighter, prepared for a straight ahead brawl for the most part. Emma knew that and was far from a stranger to the format as well so she would turn up for the fight well prepared. The test of course was going to be that it was her first time in action since Toni had dealt her a heavy blow in defeat. How ready was she really going to be?

So the truth was that Emma, despite her experience, was really taking a step into the unknown. Jessie, if she so desired, could know everything and anything about Emma, from her fighting style and best moves, down to whatever weaknesses, perceived or otherwise, she had as a fighter. On the other hand, Emma would fight a powerful woman that she knew little of. It was the essence of this chapter of her career perhaps, encapsulated in the very first chapter of it. She turned up at the farm to meet Jessie pretty early in the morning; it was late summer, and there was the slightest chill in the air. Despite it, Emma had turned up largely ready to fight. Sure, she wore a pair of denim Daisy Dukes, a work shirt and in recognition of that chill in the air, a light gilet, along with her brown work boots, but beneath it she was completely naked.

She met Jessie at the door of the cottage that she lived in on the farm, and they were immediately chatting like fast friends. Fast friends with a secret of course as they left the cottage a few minutes later with a ten minute walk to reach the distant barn that Jessie had set up for fighting.

‘So what made you want to fight Jessie?’ Emma asked her as they walked through a field on their way to the barn now.

‘Honestly Emma, I saw two of the farm hands fight in a field when I was younger. A short fight, exciting, dirty….it excited me, I couldn’t get the image from my mind, but I had no real idea how to fight or how to set one up for that matter. I couldn’t very well be seen fighting the farm hands in a field like that after all. A couple of years later, that same farm hand came back with her boyfriend at the time, and I plucked up the courage to ask her about it’ she explained.

‘And how did it go?’ Emma asked now, adding ‘ I mean….I know it can be quite a thing having your first fight’ she said, seeing the look on Jessie’s face that showed she remembered just exactly how it had all felt.

‘She was very patient with me. They helped me set up this barn for it through that summer season. She kept talking to me. Told me that we would fight at the end of the last day of work. I think she wanted to make sure I was sure I wanted it as much as anything. I knew it though. And she totally kicked my arse the first time around. I’d never actually been in any kind of a fight before, and she was older, stronger, and knew what she was doing. I’ve never regretted it though, and I’ve kicked her arse as well a few times since then!’ Jessie smiled.

‘Well, first time is always the hardest’ Emma agreed. ‘And you look strong now, so she must have been powerful. I’m looking forward to fighting you’ she told the curvy blonde.

‘I wasn’t so much a fully grown woman back then’ Jessie admitted. ‘More just a kid wanting to find out. She did manual work all the time, for years. She wasn’t gym fit or as big as me, she was just strong and solidly built. And it works’ Jessie confirmed. ‘I’ve never seen the inside of a gym in my life, but lifting bales and crates will do it for you.’ Then she cheekily added ‘I’m looking forward to having you as my farm girl when I’ve beaten you’ with a broad grin on her face.

‘Oh, I’m sure you are’ Emma smiled evenly, ‘but we’ll see…’

They had arrived at the barn now, perched on the top of a small rise that afforded a view over the rest of the farm down to a river that bordered it on one side. It was a spectacular view as the late summer sun just started to burn through the light cloud, shimmering off the fast flowing river while a couple of rabbits cavorted across the field. Both ladies stopped there to take in the view for a moment. ‘Breathtaking isn’t it?’ Jessie asked Emma.

‘Spectacular’ Emma agreed, pausing a few moments longer before they entered the barn together.

‘One day, I think I’d like to fight out there’ Jessie confided in Emma. ‘The thought of an audience, even if it’s an unexpected one is very exciting’ she admitted.

‘It can be arranged it you like?’ Emma said. ‘I’d fight you out there. I can definitely get you a fight with a crowd as well’ she suggested.

‘I think I’d like both’ Jessie agreed. ‘But not today. Today it’s going to be me and you in private’ she declared.

‘Well that works for me too’ Emma agreed as she followed Jessie inside the barn, across a small bare area of concrete floor before going behind a kind of dividing wall of hay bales. Tall enough that nobody could see behind them from the door, they also hid the area Jessie had set up to fight in. At first glance, other than straw on the floor, it wasn’t widely different to the first part of the barn. Underfoot though, the straw disguised a wrestling mat placed there to soften any impacts with the ground. And then more bails, at first seeming to placed haphazardly around, loosely marked the edges of the wrestling mat. They wouldn’t contain two fighters who didn’t want to be constrained by the boundaries of the mat, but would help guide those that wanted to stay on the mats.

Now in this space there was little more to discuss. Jessie checked that Emma was comfortable with the proposed rules, which were essentially just that the two would fight for the best of three ‘surrenders’. Then she reiterated her stats of 5 feet 8 inches, 185lbs and 42F breasts, before she stripped off to just her black work boots. Finally, she released a cascade of long blonde hair which she had been keeping tied up to this point. Wearing just her boots, she stepped on to the mats, her body rippling with a thickset power. Emma wasted no time either now in losing her shorts, shirt, and gilet, before stepping on to the mats without hesitation, feeling the slightly softer surface beneath her brown boots. ‘Well, I’m 5 feet 10 inches, 177lbs and 40E breasts...now how do we do this?’ she asked Jessie.

‘I’ll push the timer over there to start the fight. Whoever wins the first surrender should stop it, then we’’ll have a track of time. Tap or say if you surrender. Surrender twice and you lose remember.’

‘Sounds good’ Emma confirmed, her eyes tracking the movements of the blonde to activate the timer. There was no signal then to start, the two simply starting to circle, before a fast and pretty brutal opening to the fight.

Jessie held her hands higher than Emma, moving a little more like a boxer perhaps than one used to catfighting. The circling didn’t last long at all. Jessie stepped into range smoothly and delivered a ramrod straight jab into Emma’s face. Unlike a boxer though, she followed that up by just barrelling into Emma, taking her off the mat and straight into a clinch against the wall of hay bales. Jessie hacked away with two punches to the body, letting Emma feel that she was a heavy hitter, while their big breasts smashed together for the first time. Emma went to the hair, a classic catfighters response, but she cleverly stood on Jessie’s foot, allowing her boot to anchor her in place before she swung a right hand into the blonde’s body. The effect of the foot helped to rock Jessie off balance a little, enough for Emma to sting her with a slap to the face before she chased Jessie back on to the straw covered mat behind a flurry of slaps.

Emma knew better than to keep burning up energy with flurries though as Jessie backed up out of range for the moment. As the blonde did that, and Emma found most of her slaps finding only thin air, she stopped throwing them, contemplating her next move. As soon as Emma stopped throwing slaps though, Jessie simply pressed forward again, showing fast fists to angle one in under Emma’s elbow into her ribs. It was a breath snatching blow, one that showed Jessie to be a hard puncher. Again she showed her willingness to clinch with Emma though, pressing straight in for the body to body contact, and carefully angled her body to allow herself the chance to go after Emma’s left breast. That drew a gasp of surprise as Emma found the strong fingers of the blonde farmer’s daughter to be plenty effective in the capacity of punishing her. She felt Jessie’s other hand tangling up in her hair too, ready to pull it fiercely, but she surprised the blonde by going straight to a pussy maul. Now the blonde was the one gasping in surprise as Emma’s fingers searched her womanhood with the sole intent of causing her pain. Effectively it seemed too as Jessie whined ‘you bitch!’ in anguish at what she felt.

‘You asked to fight a catfighter’ Emma smirked through the pain she felt in her breast as both women also tried to rag the other’s head around by the hair now. Jessie kept up the breast mauling in reply, but Emma’s fingers had her almost on her tip toes in return, starting to look like they might just force the blonde into an early concession. Instead, it was Jessie who took the initiative, surprising Emma by breaking off her hair pull and nailing her with a hard punch to the belly. It was just enough to break off the pussy maul and then Emma was the one in the deeper trouble as, keeping up the breast maul, Jessie sent a knee into her body. Generously, it was to the lower belly, but it was a borderline crotch shot, perfect legal of course, to take some of the steam out of Emma in the early going. As she sagged forward a little, she was lifted with ease by the strong blonde woman who walked her to the edge of the mats, before planting her there with a rudimentary slam. What it may have lacked in style, it more than made up for in power and effectiveness. It carried a message of sorts as well. Jessie had planted Emma right at the very edge of the mats, but could have just as easily slammed her another two feet away on the straw covered concrete instead.

Whether that message had the chance to sink in for Emma was doubtful as she was crying out in pain almost immediately when Jessie ground the coarse sole of her work boot on her left breast. As follow ups went, it was a pretty effective one to show that Jessie was a harsh fighter despite her pleasant nature before the fight. By the time Emma had fought that off, with one effective enough punch aimed to the crotch, she had the slightly muddy imprint of Jessie’s boot on her already red breast. The blonde was wise to move out of range as Emma tried to lunge in with a headbutt to the body as she tried to get up quickly. The energy had all but left the move by the time Emma’s head had found Jessie’s body, and that was a mistake that she would pay for. Trapped in a stretched out position, she took a hard knee to the breasts to rock her back upright. She’d barely had time to moan “my fucking tits!” before a clipping right hand from Jessie caught her jaw to rock her back and the blonde was right on top as she dropped on to Emma heavily. Just as Jessie had promised, she got that big arse into play now, settling in on Emma’s face for a reverse face sit, her legs splayed out just a little to make it hard for Emma to dislodge her, while also making sure her full weight was on the smother. That might have been enough on it’s own given time, but Jessie was all about forcing a quick submission. She didn’t just want to win, but she wanted to do it quickly to force Emma to be her assistant for as long as possible if she won. Her barrage of punches to the body, mixed in with the odd elbow to the left breast before taking a double handed maul on it, showed that urgency about her, and she was rewarded quickly by a tap out from Emma for her first surrender of the fight inside four minutes.

Jessie got off her and stopped the timer quickly, waiting by it for a moment for Emma to get to her feet, just cupping her left breast a little. It had been a focus of attack for the blonde farmer’s daughter so far, and Emma had to admit ‘you know how to work tits over girl!’ with a degree of admiration in her voice.

‘I learned quickly enough when I started to fight that Bulgarian woman. She knew every dirty trick going’ Jessie smiled.

‘Well, you’re pretty up front about it in your rules’ Emma told her with a shrug. ‘So I guess it’s not really dirty fighting if you do that’ she pointed out.

‘I guess so’ Jessie agreed, casting a glance at the timer, and then at Emma.

‘You can press it’ Emma said to the unasked question. ‘I’m ready’

There was no further ado, the two women moving from friendly talk to action in a matter of seconds. Again, there wasn’t much in the way of preamble at the start of the round either. Jessie, having worked the left breast well wasn’t about to let up on that as a focus, and opened up round two with a jab, knuckles flattening the already tenderised breast as they landed. Emma responded with a slap, hard to the mouth, snapping Jessie’s head back almost as if a heavy punch had landed. There was no reassessment of tactics from either; Jessie went straight back to the breast with a jab and once again Emma clobbered her on the counter with a heavy slap. Jessie was on the front foot but Emma was carefully making her reach for her breast by keeping her right foot forward while all the time just slowly moving away to her left as well It was a set up; a trap painfully baited with her own breast to draw the blonde in to really start a face paced second fall. The third jab landed from Jessie, and this time it was Emma’s balled up first that struck home in reply, clipping the blonde’s jaw and wobbling her just enough to give Emma the opening. A handful of blonde hair held Jessie in place for a quick rake of the eyes. Even as the blonde squealed in anguish and protest, Emma hastily extinguished that protest with a sharp knee to the belly.

Now there was a change in the momentum within the fight, Jessie stunned on the spot for a split second allowing her to be waist locked and lifted into a pussy pounding atomic drop by Emma. Now the blonde howled in pain, evidently now having learned that particular trick previously in a fight, and frozen on the spot from the pain, she fell victim to a thrust to the throat that staggered her. She tottered a little, moving away from Emma towards the centre of the mats, only to find herself in the path of Emma who mowed her down with a clothesline on the run. It looked like the second fall of the fight was quickly running away from the blonde as Emma went to the hair to peel her off the straw covered mat. Jessie, still blinking her eyes to try and clear the effect of the eye rake, knew that she had to fight though, and a right hand went in to Emma’s body. It was a punch delivered short and with intent, giving Emma something to think about, but she kept a hold of the hair, taking a second punch for her troubles before she subdued Jessie with a knee to the ribs. ‘UNNFFHHH!’ Jessie groaned loudly, painfully aware that the knee had taken her breath away, and not in a good way. She had little in the way of resistance just for now, Emma using the hair to steer her fully to her feet, still in something of a doubled over position. That was perfect for Emma to pump a knee up into Jessie’s big breasts now, drawing another groan of pain. The blonde was still on her feet as Emma released her hair, not yet put back down, but she was prime for it as Emma slipped her hand between the blonde’s legs and lifted her to slam her right at the centre of the matted area.

Now Emma was in control, and just like Jessie had in the first round of the fight, she moved just as quickly to finish the round in her favour. A leg drop landed across those impressive big breasts, driving some more of the wind from Jessie’s lungs. It was a chance for her to move into a similar smothering attack, but she chose to show her range, wrapping her thick thighs tightly around Jessie in a choking version of the classic side head scissors.

‘Choking me….’ Jessie moaned, not really a complaint, more a statement of surprised fact. Then as her thighs flexed and started to threaten Jessie every bit as much as a sleeper hold might have done, Emma started to unload on Jessie, slaps to the face mixed in with punches and nail drags to the breasts to put her in deep trouble. She couldn’t defend effectively as Emma latched on to a nipple now, using a double twist, while her nails secured the breast painfully in place. ‘AAAGGHHH….FUUCCK!’ Jessie moaned loudly, her face betraying the pain she felt here.

‘Surrender then?’ Emma pointed out to her.

‘NOOOO...OOOOWWWWW! FUCK! YES, YES!’ Jessie said, defiance quickly replaced by swift submission when Jessie found her nipple twisted still further by Emma who broke and quickly headed for the timer to stop it. The second round had been even quicker, and even now, no more than seven minutes of fighting had actually passed in the fight.

‘I guess I didn’t know all of the dirty tricks’ Jessie confirmed as she struggled to her knees. ‘Eye rakes! And what was that pussy drop on your leg?’ she asked.

‘Eye rakes are legal right?’ Emma checked.

‘Oh yeah’ Jessie agreed. ‘It’s a fight, I just never thought of it before now!’

‘Well you know now’ Emma smiled. ‘And the atomic drop will turn anyone in to a frozen wreck for a moment if it’s done right. I’ll teach you it….when we’re done here of course’ Emma smirked as Jessie got to her feet slowly.

‘Very effective’ Jessie agreed. ‘It’s never too late to learn new dirty tricks, so I need to add that one to my arsenal’ she said, as she prepared for the final spell of the fight. There was no thought of playing for time from the blonde, buying herself extra seconds to recover. Instead, she just looked at Emma, nodded, and said to her ‘press the button, lets go!’

Emma pushed the timer button which almost immediately ticked past the seven minute mark in the fight as she walked out on to the mats to circle with Jessie immediately. There was perhaps a slightly more circumspect approach from both women now. With the amount of time left in the potential one hour time limit, it was clear that someone was going to win the fight, so strategy tempered impulse for the moment. Not that strategy meant inaction though; these were two women that could strategise while continuing to land their blows on the other. Emma slapped Jessie’s face, a slap with the power to shock as it snapped the blonde’s head to the side. The sound of palm on her cheek had barely stopped ringing around the barn though before Jessie had dug back into Emma’s body with a hard right hand. Knuckles on body didn’t ring out in quite the same way, but the duller impact had at least equal the effect on Emma. The fight stayed at distance for a short while longer now, each landing with their telling blows as they continued to look for the real opening to hurt the other. Emma thought she might have it as the doubled up with the slaps to the face, seeming to rock Jessie on to the back foot. As she closed in though, she did it on to a knee to the body, delivered accurately and straight by Jessie who followed up with a haymaker of a right hand that Emma was glad to narrowly avoid as she scrambled out of range, breathing a little heavier.

Jessie remained patient, not rushing in aimlessly, but she also made sure she gave Emma no peace either as the next minute or so of the action was dominated by her being on the front foot, pressing Emma back. She landed a jab to Emma’s face, doubled down to land it again, precise blows though they didn’t carry quite the force to stun an experienced fighter like Emma. Still, Emma backed up, dodging and parrying where she could as Jessie tried to turn the screw. The blonde landed again to the left breast now, knowing that would send a shock-wave of pain through Emma’s body, but she found herself countered now with a slash of the nails across her own big breasts. ‘OWWW…..bitch!’ she exclaimed, feeling the fiery trace of pain raised by Emma’s nails and suddenly it was she that was on the back foot in the action as Emma pressed in with slaps to the face followed by another slashing nail rake across the breasts. Jessie doubled forwards slightly, almost imperceptibly, but Emma stopped it as the blonde’s arm came across to defend her breasts for the moment. She took advantage of that, rocking the blonde now with a hard hitting European style uppercut, before she decided that it was time to slam the blonde to the mats again.

This time she found Jessie resolutely refusing to be lifted, perhaps knowing that to get slammed again here could well spell the end of the fight for her. If the fight went to ground on Emma’s terms she was the more skilled of the two and would likely control the powerful blonde to simply wear her out. Instead, Jessie set her feet heavily, resisting the first attempt to hoist her well. Unwisely, Emma stuck with her plan now, trying to hoist the blonde once more, and this time two fists crashed down heavily on her shoulders, dropping her to her knees in front of Jessie. Now the blonde farmer’s daughter showed her inventive nature, scissoring Emma’s have between her thick thighs where it had been attempting to lift her, effectively taking it out of the action. That put Emma in a bit of a compromised position against a powerful opponent, and Jessie wasted little time to trap her other arm in something of a top wrist-lock. It might not have been classically applied, but with Jessie’s power it was effective to give the blonde total control. With that, she then made Emma pay for her earlier use of the nails, raking her back as Emma tried to squirm her arm free through her cries of anguish.

Before Emma managed to get her arm free though, Jessie had a good grip of her auburn hair, holding her in place for a thigh strike to the face. Delivered with a thick thigh and a heap of intent, it was a blow to daze Emma even as her arm was freed from between Jessie’s legs. She fell to her back at the feet of the blonde who once again relished the chance to show her ruthless side, getting the sole of her boot on Emma’s left breast again, grinding it in. Still feeling the pain from the previous work of Jessie’s boot and her fingers there, she howled in pain, now finding herself in seemingly deep water against the blonde who invited her ‘surrender?’

‘NO!’ Emma replied firmly before she surprised Jessie even through her cries of pain, snatching that boot off her breast and twisting her body as she torqued it in to a short lived but well applied ankle lock. That drew a cry of pain from the blonde before, from her still standing position, she was able to jerk her foot clear of the hold. She limped away, just favouring her ankle for the moment, while Emma rolled away also, slowly getting back to her feet. As both slowly circled each other again, it was with a weary caution; both knew the other hit hard and effectively, and while the fight hadn’t been a long one, each was feeling the pace and the intensity. Still, they circled closely, close enough that they could joust for position with stinging slaps, largely undefended, crashing off each other’s upper body. Each blow was effective, even though they were just looking for position and an opening with them, and the fight moved on quickly once more.

Jessie pressed forward, head bowed and eating a couple of slaps as she forced Emma back to the wall of hay bales off the mats. The blonde worked away with some enthusiasm now, a right hand into Emma’s body before she grabbed the hair, ragged her head to the side and stung her cheek with two slaps. They drew a groan from Emma, before she hissed ‘bitch!’ through gritted teeth when Jessie dug into her left breast again to maul her. It was well applied, painful as betrayed by Emma’s face as the wave of pain rushed through her body and threatened to overwhelm her just for a second. There was a telltale wobble of the legs as Emma took another punch to the body before Jessie dig back into her breasts hungrily, drawing a shrill cry of pain. ‘You’re getting tired’ Jessie remarked, almost in conversation, as she leaned in to Emma’s body and felt her breath coming quicker as she sucked the air in, trying to recover from that heavy body punch.

‘Neveraaagghhh!’ Emma claimed, it turning to a pained moan as Jessie’s fingers worked her breast fiercely again. Was the fight drifting to a conclusion? It might have looked that way, but Emma had plans of her own despite the predicament. As Jessie focussed on mauling her, Emma went to the blonde’s hair, weakly at first it seemed, before grabbing a little firmer and driving a knee to the body with speed to surprise Jessie. Now the hands in the blonde’s hair really went into effect, tightening their grip and spinning Jessie so that her back was to Emma. Experience and skills suddenly held the edge over a woman who was very clearly a tough fighter. Emma reeled her in close, forced her head back by the hair, and had her arm across the blonde’s throat, securing a sleeper hold no sooner than Jessie had realised what had happened to her. Now Emma made sure that her body was pressed in tight to the back of the blonde woman, knowing that while the proximity sent a shot of pain through her breast, it also protected her from the flailing elbows Jessie started to swing in panic as the felt the arm tight across her throat starting to restrict her.

‘Surrender Jessie’ Emma suggested, knowing that this was a predicament that the blonde probably hadn’t found herself in before now.

‘No’ Jessie managed to rasp against the hold. ‘Aiieee’ she whined airily at finding herself so effectively trapped by Emma suddenly as she ragged her head side to side a little with the hold. She heard the gasp from Jessie, felt the blonde’s legs wobble just a little. ‘Now who’s tiring?’ Emma teased the blonde, whispering into her ear, giving her just the slightest burst of adrenaline to try and fight the situation. She used her undoubted strength to move Emma just off the wall that back had been against, then she reversed her momentum, allowing her thick body to wind Emma and weaken the sleeper enough. Then she moved forward again, Emma switching her grip to add a handful of hair to the mix, before Jessie ran her back into the bale, this time her added desperation adding a little more to the impact. Emma groaned, the sleeper hold seemingly broken as Jessie got a half pace of clearance between her body and Emma’s. Then she found herself reeled back in with a shocked cry of pain, by her blonde hair, and found herself straight back in the sleeper hold that she thought she’d managed to escape a split second earlier.

‘Now surrender!’ Emma said again, a little more commandingly this time as she ragged Jessie’s head around, tightening the hold. Then her voice softened a little as she said ‘I’ve got you Jessie, you’re not getting out. Don’t be silly now’

The blonde pulled at Emma’s arms, felt no give there, then she gasped ‘I surrender!’ feeling the sleeper hold’s tight grasp bringing her close to passing out.

Emma released the hold, but then held on to Jessie for a brief moment more just to make sure that the blonde was steady on her feet before telling her ‘you’re one tough lady Jessie’ before letting her go.

‘But you’re tougher’ Jessie admitted, ‘and I don’t have my farm hand for the rest of the hour!’ she smiled.

‘Not tougher, but maybe more trained’ Emma corrected. ‘If it was a pure tough girl contest, you’d win hands down Jessie’ Emma admitted. ‘And I’m still happy to do the rest of my time helping you. You paid for an hour one way or another, so that’s what you’ll get, and besides, it obviously makes you strong so maybe it'll help me’ she said stopping the timer. ‘But first, let me show you some of those moves before we get to work. If you’re going to be a catfighter, it never hurts to have a few extra tricks up your sleeves…’

‘Well, I won’t say no to that offer’ Jessie smiled, and the two of them took back to the straw covered mat to carry on where they’d left off, albeit in a more friendly style, following Emma’s successful debut as a fighter for hire.