Charlotte Peterson was a go-getter. If anything, she was intense. Intense about everything. That was how she made it in life. She was a partner in one of the largest corporate legal firms in Los Angeles at the age of 29 and was probably their top earner. She was single, and not looking, because she had whomever she wanted. She traveled frequently for work and also for pleasure and loved everything about her life. She did everything 110%. She was FREAKING hot, and she knew it. She was what everyone would call a "hardbody", with a body like a fitness model--not too big, but toned, because of course, she worked out with intensity. She had found a hobby--competing with other women in combat, battles of all different types. Unfortunately for this passion, she had also been blessed with her mother's chest--34DD almost triple D, which while adding to her attractiveness, sometimes were a handicap in fights. Natural platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes and she caused a lot of men to walk into walls, poles and garbage pails.

Brittany Lewis was born in New York City, brought up in privileged family on the upper West side, went to private school and was given everything she wanted. Inherited a trust fund but had been instilled with the work ethic her father had insisted she learn. She loved to travel, loved being single and loved not having to work for her money. She had chosen to be a flight attendant though, for the health benefits, free travel, opportunity to meet people and so much more. Brittany had a passion for exercise and competition. She had played volleyball, field hockey and tennis in high school and had been the captain of all three teams. She began working out in college and had oddly developed a love of MMA and had found a few outlets for her hobby. Like Charlotte, 27 year old Brittany was also hindered in her hobby by her bust--although hers was a gift from her parents on her graduation from college--plastic surgery was such a trendy graduation gift at the time 34D breasts were just "all the rage". Brittany was also a "hardbody" and so it's not shocking that when Brittany, now based in Los Angeles, was assigned to first class service on the return flight from NY to LA that she noticed Charlotte sitting in the third row of first class. Brittany leaned over a little farther than usual when she served the passenger sitting inside of Charlotte.
Charlotte walked to the forward galley to "stretch her legs" she was wearing a tight gray tank top and black lycra capri-length exercise pants her "travel clothes". Brittany couldn't help but notice her body and they got to talking. Charlotte couldn't help but notice that Brittany was gorgeous, with dark brown hair, full lips, and high cheekbones, the woman had perfect features, offset by bright blue eyes. As they talked, they shared their passion for exercise and their competitive nature was stimulated. The call bell rang and Brittany had to move past Charlotte. Their breasts pressed against one another as she passed and their eyes met. Charlotte went back to her seat.
When the plane landed, Charlotte lingered around the gate a little longer than usual, speaking on her cell phone. Brittany came off the plane last, behind the other attendants for some coincidental reason and the two fell in together walking side by side. Charlotte resumed their conversation, which finally identified that both were LA residents. The conversation then turned to what they both did for their workouts--both being coy about what they truly did for their hobbies but Brittany had a sense that they were both dancing around the subject. Finally she just stopped and turned to Charlotte, smiling and said, "Do you fight? Because I get the sense that you do."

Charlotte's face broke into a wide grin. "I'm glad you asked. I most certainly do."
They made a date.
Charlotte was invited to Brittany's large house overlooking the beach and was stunned that a flight attendant lived in such lavish accommodations. Brittany explained her background. They walked to the back of the house and downstairs to the basement where Brittany had built an exercise/fighting room. Brittany turned and looked at Charlotte, asking bluntly, "What type of fighting are you willing to do?"

Charlotte was caught a little off guard by the blunt question, but responded quickly, "I'll do anything. I like good competition. I've never found a girl I haven't beaten yet and I'm still looking for an opponent who can challenge me."
It was Brittany's turn to grin widely. "Excellent, two undefeated women. I have a thing for MMA, or no-holds barred sort of fighting. I think it's more....visceral."

Charlotte nodded intensely. "Can't think of a better way to see if one woman is better than another, a true, unfettered, old fashioned fight without rules. Best woman wins. Only way to make more simple is to do it outside, without clothes, like the cavewomen and the animals."
Brittany looked up, smiled her beautiful smile and said, "I can't do the outside thing, but I can do it without clothes...."
Charlotte thought about it for a moment and then said, "Sure. Let's make this woman to woman. I'm on vacation for two weeks, which is why I chose today, so anything goes works for me. I hope you're as good as you think you are."
"And I hope you're as good as you think you are." Brittany winked.
The two women stripped without issue. Charlotte quickly braided her hair and Brittany did hers in two pigtail braids. Charlotte had a tattoo of a pair of cherries right where her pubic hair should have been--a discreet location that would otherwise never be seen by anyone in her business circles and Brittany had a string of roses across her lower back. Brittany had a narrow strip of pubic hair in contrast to Charlotte's completely bare area. Charlotte was about three inches taller than Brittany with slightly wider hips but otherwise the two were very similar in size.