Sweat poured from every inch of my body. It was leg day, and I've always hated leg day. The constant clanking of iron was a reminder of exactly where I was. The Tigress, the only women's only gym in my town. It was mostly little cardio bunnies running on treadmills, but there were a few of us who sought to put on a little muscle. And a little muscle was all I had- while it was true I was fairly toned, I was not a bodybuilder by any stretch of the imagination. The Tigress always did me favors as my round little butt had a firm jiggle to it and my C cup breasts were accentuated by my tight little belly. Every footfall seemed heavier than the last as I plodded my way towards the locker room to shower. My downward cast eyes soon saw long black stiletto heels, and I looked up to see the owner.
Her name was Samantha Walters and she ruled the roost. She was pushing forty, but no one would have been able to tell. Her hair was a curly black tangle that reached almost to her waist. I had never bothered to ask, but I could tell she had double D breasts. She loved wearing tight jeans that conformed to her long toned legs and callipygian ass. No matter what room she was in, she seemed to have the most powerful presence. Her shoulders were always back and her head was always up, and you could tell she was quite proud.
She stood in front of me to stop me. Her voice was a crystal clear soprano that oozed confidence. "Rachel Sullivan. Have you ever been to the back rooms?" she asked.
"No," I replied, "I thought that is where they did yoga. And I don't want to do yoga."
She smiled at my comment. "It isn't quite yoga. Why don't you come back with me?" Before waiting for an answer she headed to the back rooms. I followed. "I've noticed that the Tigress has done you a lot of good. And you have been tearing it up in some of the martial arts classes as well."
It was true. One of the reasons I loved this gym so much was because they offered various martial arts classes, from sambo to karate to MMA and beyond. And I threw myself wholeheartedly at every one. While I would hesitate to call myself an expert at any single one, I had become quite proficient at judo. I just loved seeing a girl go flying after a well-executed toss. I ran my fingers through my long, sweaty red hair as I thought of all the girls I had launched into the air. She entered into a room with a large black door. An ominous sign I thought.
In the center of the room was a large red circle. In the exact center was a dot, with two hashmarks a yard or two off on either side. The room was fairly large and there was quite a bit of space outside the circle. There were two doors on the opposite side of the room. To the right of me, a camerawoman stood over her instrument, fiddling with something on the lens. Two young looking women sat in chairs against the wall, clipboards and pencils in hand. I shot Samantha a dubious look and she gave me a reassuring smile. "Just watch," the smile seemed to say.
Two women emerged from the doors on the opposite side of the room, as if on cue. The woman who emerged from the right door was a rather diminutive brunette who had a toned, stocky body. She looked like a D cup in her tight green bikini. The woman that emerged from the door on the left was a different story; she was a tall blonde that had small shoulders but legs for miles. Her bikini was equally tight, but blue. The camerawoman fixed her lens and approached the brunette. She struck a pose, showing off her impressive arms and turned around to show off her equally impressive ass. The camerawoman moved onto the blonde who ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, and similarly spun to reveal her backside.
"On your marks!" A shrill voice pierced the silence, emanating from one of the young women in the chairs. The two women walked to the two hashmarks and crouched into wrestling stances. The other woman produced a stopwatch, and the camerawoman moved closer to where the two women were standing.
"Three! Two! One! Begin!" the woman yelled. The two women in bikinis moved towards each other and came together violently. They pressed their two bodies together and wrapped their arms around each other, desperately seeking some sort of leverage. After a tussle, the short brunette used her low center of gravity to hip toss her taller opponent to the ground. An "Oof!" reverberated around the room as the blonde was slammed into the mat. The brunette straddled the blonde and leaned back, placed her arms around the blonde's neck and secured a choke. The blonde gagged and struggled in vain. The brunette was too strong for her. A second a two before the critical moment, one of the women in the chairs shouted "Break!" and the brunette released her hold. She got off the blonde and went back to her mark. The blonde woman rubbed her neck, and then stood up and did the same. "Begin!" was once again shouted.
A look of anger appeared on the blonde's face as she charged forward towards her opponent. Her opponent anticipated the charge and once again threw her to the mat. This time the blonde landed face down and the brunette quickly fell on top of her. She found the string to the back of her bikini and pulled. The brunette then grabbed both of the blonde's arms and pulled, yanking the blonde into a camel clutch, breasts fully exposed. The camerawoman was right there, showing the blonde's humiliation. I gasped and looked over at Samantha, who smiled coyly at me.
"Submit!" The brunette cried, pulling her opponent back even further. All the blonde could do is yelp in pain. The brunette once again pulled back and the blonde screamed out her submission. The brunette let her down to the mat. She took to her hashmark once again, anticipating the next tussle. The blonde was slower to get up, but made her way there. "Begin!" was shouted out once again. The blonde once again advanced on her opponent, beautiful breasts bouncing with every step. Instead of coming in high she launched a form tackle on her opponent. The brunette was taken by surprise and crashed down to the mat. The blonde moved up pushed her body down on her opponent. "One!" a woman in the chair shouted. The brunette struggled to no avail, still pinned by her opponent. "Two!" the woman shouted out. "Time!" the other official shouted, saving the brunette before she could be pinned. The blonde withdrew some distance and sat down. The brunette chose to lay there, and breathed deeply.
