I'd been dating Jaquelyn for almost a month that summer when she told me about the wrestling club. A wealthy couple she knew, Rick and Sally, ran it out of their sizable basement. Every other weekend, there'd be matches. There was some betting involved, but the main attraction was something else. The contestants were encouraged to rip off each other's clothing (which were scanty to begin with) and use readily available cords to tie their opponents up. The stakes were that the victor got to preen in triumph over an opponent who was hogtied or in some other helpless position.
Jacky explained to me that the matches were often woman versus woman; sometimes man versus woman; occasionally, man versus man: rarely there was some kind of tag-team or two-on-one angle. She said the rules strictly forbade any blows or slams, anything that ran risks of physical harm. "The goal's not to hurt anyone. It's to embarrass them," Jacky said cheerfully. She mentioned that spectators were occasionally coaxed into accepting a match on the spot.
I was intrigued about this event, becoming more so as we drove up the long driveway to Rick and Sally's house early that Saturday evening. There were three other cars parked in the back. A typical-sized group, Jacky told me. Rick greeted us at the door and offered us drinks. Jacky asked for a wine, and I opted for a beer, and soon a waitress in a French maid's outfit appeared with the drinks. There were several couples there, and some brief small talk before we all descended to the basement.
Down there was a matted area with some small red cones around it. Outside the cones were sofas, armchairs and throw pillows, a set-up allowing about 10 people to sit fairly close to the arena and get a good view. There were rubber cords scattered on the mats, but there was no sign of the contestants. Jacky and I settled in with our drinks on a love seat; she leaned into me, her brown air brushing against my shoulder. Jacky was wearing a short, black dress, and I took the opportunity to rest my hand on her thigh in a quietly proprietary way.
Once the viewers were seated, someone dimmed the lights, with spotlights focused on the mat. Rick stood just outside the cones and announced that tonight would be a very special match, as two gorgeous young ladies were present who'd been longing to test their skills. He introduced the first one, Suzette, and a tall blonde woman stepped onto the mat wearing a blue bikini bottom and matching halter top. Her opponent, Judy, looked to be of Asian background. She was shorter and stockier, and wore denim cut-offs and a loose yellow T-shirt.
The two girls began in a kneeling position, facing each other with hands on their opponent's shoulders. "Start," Rick commanded, and they immediately were trying to grab each other, by arms, leg or waist. I watched with rapt interest, while simultaneously stroking Jacky's leg. Suzette looked to have an advantage for a moment, but within a minute or so, Judy had her strong legs around Suzette's thin waist, maneuvering the blonde into a face-down position.
Judy grabbed some cord and began winding it around Suzette's upper arms and wrists. The tall girl tried to pull away, but soon her arms were securely tied behind her back, and all Suzette could do was squirm around as Judy looped some more cord around her ankles. The victor soon was stroking the hogtied loser's hair. Suzette's bikini bottom was still on, though, so from what I'd gathered she'd gotten off easy.
"Well, that was fast," said Rick, standing up. "I think we're going to need somebody else to take on Judy, or else it's going to be an early evening."
