So anyone who has followed my posts on here knows Im a big Catwacher fan. Just love the guy's work. One of his earlier stories, "Not what they seem" was one of my earliest favorites from this genre, though the ending never sat well with me. The victorious party basically takes a beating the entire story, cheats, then acts like she just won a gold medal. The "villain" of the story to me seems the more sympathetic. With that in mind, I decided to take a crack at giving a slightly different spin to this classic story. Hopefully you enjoy it, and I encourage everyone to check out Catwacher's original tale along with his many other awesome stories found right here on Hostboard. Excuse the spelling errors, Im deployed at the moment and lack the patience to really sweep through manually (yeah, lazy I know)
I walked out of the building just as Conni's car pulled up. After easily sliding in to the passenger seat, I closed the door as my best friend manuevered the vehicle back in to traffic.
I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, asking, "So what's the big surprise that's got you so excited?"
Conni wasn't the only one in the car who was excited. Whenever my hazel-eyed brunette got decked out in a leather miniskirt and knee-high boots, my blood pressure got elevated. Usually in a certain area. I squirmed a little in my seat trying to relieve the pressure from my pants restraining my now erect cock.
"Jane and I are finally going to have it out," Conni said. The edge in her voice was easy to hear. The office tramp had made some moves on Conni's boyfriend three weeks ago at a party, and the bad feelings between the two women had been building ever since.
"Now? Tonight?" I stammered, picturing my lovely friend trying to destroy her blonde rival.
Conni laughed in just the right way. Teasing me. She's gorgeous.
But I knew she meant business. The nipples on her pert 35-inch tits stood erect, a sure sign she was gearing up for a fight. Just gazing at her C cups for more than a second added to the discomfort in my crotch.
"And get this," she said as she turned the car towards the waterfront. "We're fighting in an abandoned gym." She looked at me and smiled.
My first thought was, "Gabriel, you fucking lucky bastard!" Her swarthy boyfriend was a stud, but, in my opinion, he was on the road too much. This fox needed loved every day.
My second thought was, "Oh God. She's fighting with no restraints this time. She's so hot!"
I actually had to physically move my now throbbing dick to a somewhat more comfortable angle. Of course, Conni noticed.
"Mmmmmmm," she whispered, "You like this, huh?"
All I could do was mutter, "Yes. But you be careful, sweetheart!"
The foxy brunette smiled and replied, "LeeAnn asked to act as the referee. Good thing, too. That means someone will be able to call that blonde bitch an ambulance when I get through with her."
LeeAnn was one of my friend's co-workers. Redhead. Built about the same as Conni. Another damn fox. I feared the blood would drain from my brain to feed the animal between my legs.
After the car pulled to a stop beside an old delapidated building, Conni shut it off. She looked over at me, those gorgeous eyes dancing in the light, and grabbed my hand.
"You can NOT interfere, my dear old friend. No matter what happens. Understand?"
How could I refuse this beauty anything? I told her that I would do as she asked.
We exited the car and, with her taut nips in the lead, and my swollen groin following, walked inside.
I followed my dear friend in to the ruined building. After threading our way through debris, we came to a large room. There, lit in a soft white light, was a very old ring.
Standing beside the ring were two women.
I knew the redhead to be LeeAnn, one of Conni's oldest friends. She was a fox as well, her build an almost carbon copy of my lovely friend's. Decked out in tight jeans and knee-high black boots, LeeAnn looked sexy as hell. Completing her outfit with a tight sleeveless t-shirt, and it was easy to see that underneath it she was braless. Her round 36C tits obviously didn't need a bra.
My cock was trying to rip the front out of my pants to get free.
Jane stood next to the redhead, and the blonde was a looker. Actually, drop dead gorgeous was a better description. She stood a few inches taller than Conni, close to 5-9. The sexy blonde easily packed about ten more pounds on her frame than her brown haired rival. I couldn't help but notice that she obviously sported a couple more inches on her chest, too. Her arrogance was evident just by her posture. This was a woman who took what she wanted.
As per their arrangements, the blonde was dressed exactly as Conni: black knee-high boots, black leather miniskirt and white blouse.
Jane noticed us first. "Who's the guy, Conni?" she hissed, "Did you bring your own paramedic to revive you after I choke you out?"
"He's a friend," my lovely companion growled in return. "You know," she cooed, "those people you can't keep because you keep sucking their men's cocks?"
As we came up to the pair, Jane slid around behind me, her hand rubbing down my arm, then across my lower back. "He's got a nice, tight butt," the blonde whispered huskily as she squeezed one of my cheeks. She walked back around in front of me and looked me straight in the eye.
"After I mop up the ring with your girlfriend, you'll be a nice little victory fuck, baby," Jane said.
"She's not my girlfriend," I replied, trying to hide my erection.
No way blondie was going to miss it though. She grabbed it and gave my schlong a healthy squeeze. "Sure baby," she said with a smile, "remember that after I finish her off, and after you've fucked me hard, and while I jack your hot load on to her face!"
The blonde never saw Conni's backhanded slap until it connected on her cheek. "Fucking slut!" she hissed as she advanced on Jane.
LeeAnn jumped between the two hellcats. "Enough!" she screamed.
Both women eyed each other with a raw hatred I'd never seen in person. The redhead ordered me to sit in a chair at ringside. As I complied, all three women got in to the ring.
LeeAnn still stood between the blonde and brunette, blocking them from getting their hands on each other.
"Gabriel told me you grabbed his cock at the party, bitch. I'm gonna break that hand!" Conni growled.
Jane's reply dripped with the contempt she felt for my lady friend. "When he comes back from France this weekend, I'll be riding that big, hard cock while you're in the hospital, cunt!"
LeeAnn told them both to remove their tops. As each woman unbuttoned her blouse and doffed their bras, the redhead outlined the rules.
"You're both excellent catfighters, each having numerous victories to your credit. With that in mind, I've come up with an alternate form of combat that you're both going to love."
By this time, both Conni and Jane stood topless in their short skirts and boots. Two pairs of nipples stood erect on two pairs of firm and proud tits. Both women eyed their rival, sizing her up and finding her wanting.
LeeAnn handed both females a pair of black leather driving gloves. Jane smiled as she donned hers, seeming to enjoy the tight feel of the leather on her hands. I knew that Conni was no stranger to these types of gloves, having personally given her a similar set with the fingers free. She loved to tell me how she used them in her catfights.
The redhead finished her instructions.
"You two want to fuck each other up so bad, then a fist fight is the best way to do it! Two minute rounds, followed by two minute breaks. I'll second both of you as best I can. The fight ends with a knockout."
Jane smiled wickedly as she flexed her leather-covered hands, and said, "Find a comfy place to fall, cunt. It won't take long for me to punch you to sleep!"
Conni smiled right back as she pulled her gloves tight and replied, "I hope you have a good plastic surgeon, bitch. Your face is gonna need a lot of reconstruction after these fists get done!"
As they seperated, Jane muttered, "On second thought, I'm not gonna make this quick, honey. I'm gonna spend all night beating you to a pulp!"
Conni smiled as she backpedaled, hissing, "Talk now, slut. Tomorrow you'll be sipping your meals through a fucking straw!"
LeeAnn had one warning for me as well. "You will NOT interfere. NO MATTER WHAT! Understand?"
With my cock a steel lump in my pants, I agreed.
The two combatants stood in opposite corners and LeeAnn clinked the old bell at ringside.
The destruction began.
I watched Conni and Jane advance from their corners, both beauties intent on destroying the each other. I watched my brown-haired friend take the initiative, swinging a right fist aimed for the blonde's mouth.
Jane was good, though. She blocked the punch and returned fire with a punch of her own. Conni easily deflected the blow with her left arm.
Both warriors were patient, swinging punches and blocking them, waiting for their opponent to make a mistake as they circled each other.
Conni missed with an uppercut, and while she had her arm extended fully, her blonde rival slammed the toe of her boot up and under my friend's short skirt. Jane stood there, fists clenched by her side, and watched Conni fall to her knees. My sexy warrior woman hit the mat with both of her gloved hands locked in to her crotch.
LeeAnn screamed, "Hey!" and advanced towards the combatants.
Jane grabbed the brunette's bangs and tilted her head up. Conni's face displayed the agony she was experiencing between her legs. Her blonde enemy smiled as she slammed four measured punches in to Conni's face, two each to the nose and mouth.
LeeAnn stepped between them. Jane backed away as Conni wobbled on her knees.
"I said this was a fist fight Jane!" the red-haired referee snarled.
Jane shoved the woman to the side as she replied, "I did use my fists." Conni looked up, just in time to see the blonde's knee explode under her jaw.
"UGGGGGHHHHHHH" my lovely friend groaned as she hit the canvas on her back.
Jane stood over her, smiling. She looked right at me as she told LeeAnn, "This is a fight to the finish. ANYTHING goes."
Jerking Conni to her feet by the hair, the blonde hissed to LeeAnn, "You're here to keep the time and maybe keep me from killing this stupid bitch!"
Conni was on her feet. Her mouth and nose trickled blood. It was obvious that the blonde was as good with her fists as she was in a catfight. I prayed that Conni's constitution was up to the punishment the blonde bimbo could dish out.
Jane slammed a right cross to Conni's chin, then ripped the same fist across her cheek backhanded. The brunette staggered, but gamely stayed on her feet. Jane whipped a punch in to Conni's guts, right on the navel. As the brunette bent over, the blonde stepped lightly to the side, lined up her fist, and rifled a solid straight right to Conni's nose.






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