Hayley was visiting her sister Jenny in Florida. Hayley lives in Virginia and it's a bit chilly so a trip to Florida was a welcome surprise. Jenny was just moving into her new home in Miami and Hayley's company was opening a new store in Miami. Hayley was over grand openings as part of her responsibilities as Director of Marketing. At 29 she was the youngest director in the company. Working at Wicked Weasel was not her dream as she felt the company made slutty swimsuits. She had never even tried one on. She and Jenny had the house to themselves for the week as Morgan, Jenny's 18-year-old daughter was living on Campus at Florida Atlantic University (about 90 minutes away). On Friday while Hayley was at work the new store getting the displays set up for the big grand opening a package came for Hayley. Jenny decided to open it. It was filled with dozens of barely-there swimwear. Most were translucent when held up to the light. Jenny decided to try some on. At 38 she still had a Rockin hot body. With 38dd breasts and a rock-hard ass. Her dark skin (from tanning at the pool) she chose a white suit with triangles that barely covered her nipples and a tiny g-string bottom. She walked into the living room and heard the front door opening. She was about to panic and then she saw it was only Hayley. Whew, I didn't know if Morgan had come home to do laundry or who was coming in. That god it's only you.
Hayley looked at her always prettier sister and lost it. "What the fuck are you doing wearing that suit"?
It's my house, my rules. You never were good at following rules. Ha, I still remember when Jack left and Morgan and you had to move back home. I had to share my room with you so the baby could have a proper nursery. Oh, I remember, you used to remind me several times a week by wrestling me right before bed. I love you Jenny but you took too much pleasure in humiliating me. I just wanted to beat your bratty ass one time. Bitch there is no way you could ever beat me. I'm younger and stronger. Why would I even waste my time on an old cow like you?
I'll tell you what, let's make it as you say. Worth your time. If I lose you can have my new Mercedes convertible. However, if you lose, you transfer here and do anything I say for a year. I will control everything including what you eat, drink, wear and do. Ok, Jenny but if I agree to beat your ass how do I know that you will give me your car. We can do a contract and get it notarized. I'll have my attorney dray it up. You know that I love you little sister but you have never given me the respect that I deserve. I'm only here for one more week, when can your attorney have the contract? He is pretty fast. When you go to work tomorrow I'll go to his office. Ok done deal but after I whip your ass I'm going to humiliate you as I used to. I want Morgan here to see you beg for mercy. Ok, she will be home Saturday we can ask her to be the referee.
The next few days went by quickly and soon it was Saturday. Hayley still had not seen the contract. She was starting to have second thoughts but would never admit that to her sister. On Saturday morning Morgan came home, she was not alone. There was a handsome young black man with her. Hi Aunt Hayley, this is James, my boyfriend. He's in Law School.
Jenny came into the kitchen and sat everyone down and explained what was about to happen. She went over the contract and James admitted although strange it was legally airtight. The main points were:
If Jenny lost Hayley would get the title to her Mercedes.
If Hayley lost she would legally become Jenny's Slave (she didn't remember using that word).
Both participants had to wear only a Wicked Weasel bikini from the box that arrived earlier in the week.
The match was no holds barred and the referee made final decisions on everything.
At the end of the fight, the winner immediately claims the prize.