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Le Femme Physique was a private spa on the north end of Hollywood and catered to only the wealthiest patrons. It's pompous, plush decor boasted
the arrogance of its patrons and smacked with the green of it's customer's
purses.
Where most health clubs echoed the sound of clanging weights and nautilus machines, Le Femme's halls were silent save for the piped in music
that was muted by the thick padded carpeting. The usual smell of sweat found in spa's was also absent, replaced by sweetly perfumed air that emanated from sophisticated air purification equipment. Leotards and headbands were also missing since the privacy afforded by the club's staff allowed the women to work out in scant undergarments, adding to the feminine mystique of Le Femme.
Many of the elite clientele had private rooms for their workouts that were reserved for them and their guests and off limits to all else. One
such room was called the 'Bard Suite' and was reserved exclusively for Amber Thomason, wife of a noted poet and writer, hence the name Bard.
The Bard Suite was actually three rooms; a lavishly appointed combination dressing room and bath done in burnt oranges with gold trim
featuring a hot tub that was the size of many swimming pools; a sauna/tanning room that was actually a king size waterbed with sun lamps in the ceiling and reflective mirrored walls; and a main exercise room with mats, several pieces of exercise equipment, and smoked glass walls allowing Amber and any guests to see out while prohibiting anyone outside from
looking in.
Amber usually came to the spa several times a week even though exercise was about the last thing in the world she needed. Her body was
extraordinary with firm heavy breasts, a thin taut waist, and tight rounded buttocks that flared sensuously into smooth muscular thighs. She stood five foot five; weighed one hundred eighteen pounds; and measured thirty seven, twenty three, thirty five. Amber had long silky blonde hair that she usually put in a French braid for her workouts and was well known around the club for the wild outfits she wore within the walls of the spa.
Costuming had become somewhat of a contest between many of the more daring patrons, each femme fatale trying to outdo her counterparts with
exotic lingerie from the likes of Frederick's of Hollywood. The male attendants loved it and many were reported to have been taken for some pretty lusty rides in the privacy of the workout suites with their patrons. Le Femme Physique was a private world of fantasy and lust . . . with a little physical fitness thrown in for good measure.
One Saturday afternoon, Amber was working out in the Bard Suite with Tracy, a neighbor and friend who she invited often to the club with her.
They had just finished a light aerobic session with a group down the hall and were now in the sauna room under the hot lights to finish their workout by doing several sets of sit-ups in the heat to sweat off an extra pound or two.
Tracy, or 'Trashy', as her friends sometimes called her because of her famous promiscuity, was a fox to say the least. She stood five seven; had
long wavy dark brown hair that fell to mid back; fiery green eyes; and a body that would have made playmate of the year without contention. She weighed around one twenty to one twenty one and measured thirty eight, twenty four, thirty six, with long slender legs and not an ounce of fat. She was a vixen and a man stealer, and everyone knew, even Amber, who more
than once wondered if Tracy had been with her husband.
Both girls were naked except for the tiny bikini panties they each wore. Tracy's were a brief little pair of nylon leopard skin with black
elastic around the waist and leg openings. Amber's panties were nothing more than a thin lace waist band with a scant piece of sheer white silk that covered her pubic hair in a "V", ran through her warm moist crotch, and wrapped around her buttocks, tightly encasing her round cheeks in the frail, fragile silk. Both girls had heavily oiled their sexy young bodies with sweet perfumed baby oil so they wouldn't stick to the plastic mattress when they began their workout.
Both were on the large waterbed under the intense lights with the heat building steadily. The large LED thermometer on the wall read 90 as Amber
laid on her back on the bare blue plastic mattress for a set of sit ups. Tracy positioned herself and held Amber's slippery ankles to the bed as the blonde began her exercise.
"Ron was late again last night." Amber said as she rhythmically went through her sit ups. "He said her was working . . . but I don't . . .
believe it." she concluded, straining from the exercise.
"Who do you think he was with?" Tracy asked, realizing her mistake immediately as Amber stopped in an upright position.
"I didn't say I thought he was with somebody." Amber said in an accusing voice.
"I just assumed . . . " Tracy stammered, trying to quickly think her way out of the hole she'd put herself in.
"Assumed what?" Amber asked.
"Come on," Tracy said, "let's work off this fat." With the attempt to close the conversation, Tracy laid on her back and motioned for Amber to
hold her ankles which she did.
With her arms crossed over her chest to keep her large breasts from jiggling and bouncing, Tracy began her reps with Amber holding her sweaty
oiled ankles against the bare plastic bed. Ambers shiny, sweaty tits swayed back and forth as Tracy came up, then laid back down again and again, sliding slightly on the perspiration and baby oil that was making the mattress slippery.
"Why did you assume I thought Ron was with someone?" Amber queried again, obviously suspicious.
"Look, when . . . a wife says she . . . didn't believe her . . . husband was working . . . " Tracy said between sit ups, "it only stands . . . to reason that she . . . suspects something, that's all."
"You were with him, weren't you?" Amber demanded, releasing Tracy's ankles.
"You're crazy." Tracy shot back defiantly from her upright position on the bed.
The situation was becoming volatile as the LED on the wall hit the 100 degree mark from the overhead heat lamps. On her knees, Amber haughtily
cocked her hands on her shapely hips and glared at Tracy.
"Look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong." Amber challenged the brunette.
Tracy slowly got to her knees and was face to face with her blonde counterpart. Sweat was dripping from both girls as their eyes locked in a
stare down.
"Well?" Amber persisted.
"Your Goddamned jealousy has you nuts." Tracy responded in anger, furrowing her brow.
That was enough of an answer for Amber, who was now convinced that Tracy had been seeing her husband. Without warning, Amber lashed out with
an open hand slap that connected solidly with the left side of Tracy's pretty face. The loud crack snapped the brunette's head to the side, sending beads of sweat spewing through the air. Tracy's hand immediately went to her reddened cheek as she glared at the blonde with hatred in her eyes.
"Answer me!" Amber demanded in no uncertain terms.
"Kiss my ass!" Tracy shot back, unafraid.
Again Amber slapped the brunette but this time Tracy slapped her back just as hard.
"You slap me again and I'll scratch your fucking eyes out!" Tracy warned with a catlike sneer.
"We'll see who scratches who's eyes out you bitch!" Amber hissed as she lunged at Tracy with her long talons bared for the kill.
Tracy parried to the left but wasn't quick enough as Amber dug her claws into the brunette's scalp, bunching her hands into tightly clenched
fists, each hand filled with dark brown hair. The momentum of her lunge carried them both down onto the plastic mattress with a loud splashing sound and the catfight was on!
Their long sweaty oil covered legs entwined like vines creeping up a trellis as their lithe muscular thighs constricted like boa's trying to
crush their prey. Their bare breasts mashed together, hard nipples sliding and rubbing against hard nipples as they rolled over and over, back and forth on the slippery plastic bed.
With the temperature now at 102, the girls were totally drenched in one another's sweat as they slid haplessly about, unable to gain any kind of
leverage or balance on the slippery, oily wet plastic mattress. Amber now had one hand embedded in Tracy's scalp while the other hand was wound tightly around the brunette's long dark pony tail. Tracy had Amber's long blonde French braid in one hand while she savagely dragged her long red fingernails across Amber's back with her free hand. Both wild little sex cats were hissing and grunting as the struggle wore on, each calling the other bitch, slut, cunt and countless other names in classic girl fight style.
Locked together in their nearly nude struggle, there was no one to stop the fight since the rooms were completely sound proof. Their plastic arena
was bordered on three sides by solid walls which they repeatedly bounced off of as they rolled over and over, slipping and sliding helplessly, locked together as if born Siamese twins. The LED hit 103 and was still climbing as the busty battlers wrestled too far to the open side of the bed and slid off onto the thick carpeted floor with a thud.
Tracy wound up on top for an instant but slid off, unable to stay atop her wildly bucking slippery opponent. Each girl quickly got to her knees
where they locked hands and began struggling about, panting and grunting from the intense exertion. Both fighters were in great shape and both were strong which made for a very evenly matched fight. Their nails were digging into one another's hands as their knuckles whitened from the strength they were applying to the handlock.
Tracy faltered slightly while trying to twist Amber to the left and the blonde deftly capitalized on the mistake by raising up on one foot and
powering the brunette onto her back.
Amber tried to straddle Tracy but couldn't maneuver into the right position as the dark haired vixen bucked and writhed beneath her. Swinging
her long legs free, Tracy wrapped them around Amber's tiny waist with catlike speed and agility. She locked her ankles and applied all her strength to the body scissors. Amber jerked her hands free, breaking the handlock and began clawing at Tracy's powerful thighs in an attempt to break the vicelike hold. Tracy held tough however, and now with her own hands
free, viciously began slapping and clawing at Amber's face.
Amber struggled violently, savagely ripping at Tracy's legs with her sharp claws until the brunette finally released the deadly hold. Free, but
gasping for air, Amber was unable to regroup before the next attack came.
Tracy dove at the blonde headlong, tackling her on her back and pinning her wrists to the carpet. Amber bucked and pumped and squirmed, trying the
wrest her opponent from atop her. She finally managed to pull one hand free, and seeing Tracy's big tits dangling free in front of her, Amber pulled out all the stops and dug her long claws into the brunette's bare, sweaty right breast.
Tracy squealed in pain as she rolled off Amber to the left, clutching her breast in her hand. Amber now had the taste of blood and had found a chink in Tracy's armor. She dove at the cowering brunette with claws outstretched, gunning for a tit fight.
Right there on the floor of the sauna room, Amber and Tracy, clad only in sexy little silk panties, began grabbing, twisting, pulling and clawing
one another's bare sweaty tits in a bizarre battle of sheer female savagery as the mercury climbed to 104 degrees. Their beautiful big breasts were brutalized for the next several minutes. Claws dug into soft vulnerable flesh as high pitched squeals and low guttural moans escaped from their parted lips. Their wet, shiny tits were punched, slapped, pinched, and
kneaded like dough as they bumped into the side of the bed and struggled back onto the slippery, jello soft mattress.
Finally, as if by mutual consent, the wildcats broke apart, foregoing the brutal tit fight. Each sat back on her heels, nursing her sore swollen
mounds while glaring intently at her opponent. Breathing was becoming difficult in the extreme heat and their perspiration was raising the humidity factor as well in the tiny room, yet even at this point, neither girl was ready to concede to the other.
After several seconds rest, they crashed together like two sweaty sumo wrestlers, bare chest to bare chest. Amber dug her left hand into Tracy's
hair, breaking the rubber band that held the pony tail, thus causing her long dark hair to fall loosely about her shoulders and back. With her other hand, Amber reached behind Tracy and grabbed the elastic waistband of her little leopard skin bikini panties, pulling the small nylon briefs high up into the crack of her ass. Tracy retaliated by going for Amber's panties also, but in the front! She dug her talons into the patch of white silk that covered Amber's pubic area, tightly gripping a handful of short hairs beneath. Amber jumped in pain as she screamed and quickly jerked away, sliding to the far side of the bed, caught completely off guard at Tracy's dirty cunt fighting tactic.
With a twisted smile on her face, Tracy moved slowly toward Amber, ready now to engage in a cunt fight if necessary to defeat the blonde. The
thermometer on the wall now hit 106 and was continuing its slow methodic climb. Amber prepared for the inevitable attack by baring her claws and curling her lips into a catlike hissing sneer as Tracy made her move.
Tracy tried to manipulate a sixty nine position but Amber managed to slide free and get behind her on the slippery bed. Amber wrapped an arm
around Tracy's neck in a rear headlock and applied all the pressure her diminishing strength allowed as Tracy rolled to the right, flipping the blonde over. Amber, now on her back, still maintained the headlock as Tracy was now laying on top of her, kicking and clawing at nothing but air. With her free hand, Amber reached around and grabbed at Tracy's right tit,
clawing and twisting the big mound at Tracy wriggled and squirmed about while clawing at Amber's arm that was tightly wrapped around her throat cutting off her air supply.
Now literally swimming in each other's sweat, they slid around on the waterbed like it was an oil wrestling match with their bare flesh glistening
in the bright lights. Amber's strength finally waned enough to allow Tracy to slide out from under the headlock. Countering quickly, the brunette dove headlong atop the tiring blonde and pinned her back to the mattress. Several attempts to straddle Amber failed due to a combination of wet, slippery flesh and Amber's wriggling and bucking, so Tracy just fell on top of her opponent.
With their tits mashed flat together and their faces only inches apart, the two wildcats entwined their legs, grabbed two handfuls of each other's
hair, and began sliding and rolling about in their small, stifling hot arena. Having been locked in vicious tooth and nail combat now for nearly fifteen minutes, both sexy little vixens were very near the point of total collapse, yet they fought on with every ounce of courage, strength and stamina they had left. Lesser conditioned girls would have given up long before, especially considering that the fight didn't even start until after they had each been through a tiring workout in the sauna.
Tracy soon managed to pin Amber against one of the walls and with one hand clinging to her enemy's blonde hair, Tracy threw several punches to
Amber's stomach that thudded home solidly. Amber doubled over, bringing her knees up into a semi fetal position and Tracy quickly snaked an arm between the blonde's thighs. Hooking her arm around Amber's left leg, Tracy pulled her opponent's leg up to where Amber's thigh was pressed against her own stomach and tits while her lower leg stuck straight up in the air.
Completely pinned and helpless, Amber tried in vain to break free as Tracy savagely pulled her hair with her other hand. Amber clawed and
slapped at the brunette but nothing she did seemed to have any effect on Tracy, who was intent on ending the battle in her favor.
"I give up . . ." Amber squealed finally as Tracy began slamming her head against the mattress and then jerking it back up again by the hair.
Tracy then stopped the onslaught but still held Amber tightly in the unbreakable hold. "I'm the better woman, right?" Tracy demanded.
"Right." Amber replied meekly.
"Say it, Bitch!" Tracy bellowed, jerking her head up again by the hair.
"You're . . . the better . . . woman." she spat, almost choking on the words.
Slowly, Tracy released her defeated rival and moved back a few inches, cautiously watching for a surprise attack now that Amber was free from the
devastating hold. After a few seconds, when she was convinced that no further attacks were coming, Tracy slid what remained of her tiny leopard print panties down her sweaty legs and bunched them up in her fist. Amber meanwhile had half crawled and half slid into a sitting position in the corner, watching her opponent who was between her and the door of the sauna.
With silk bikinis in hand, Tracy gingerly moved toward Amber who curled up at the advance into the best defensive posture she could force her
exhausted body into.
"Here Bitch," Tracy stated boldly as she held the soaked panties right in front of Amber's face. "Kissing these will be just like kissing your
husband . . . on the mouth."
Amber snapped. The anger began welling up within her from the toes up, and what began as a low guttural moan, peaked at a screaming, raving
crescendo as she flew at the brunette with bare claws poised like razor
sharp steel talons.
Amber etched deep, bleeding furrows into Tracy's pretty face with violent precision as the stunned brunette clamored to escape. Tracy dove
away but a lust crazed Amber dove after her and opened up more ugly scratches on her opponent's back, ass cheeks and thighs. The screeching blonde was like an unchained wild animal as she mauled her prey without mercy, unstoppable now in her pursuit of vengeance against the brazen bitch beneath her.
Tracy finally got off the bed and made it to the door but Amber caught her just a split second before she escaped. Grabbing the brunette around
the ankles, Amber tackled her and sent them both sprawling on the floor, kicking and screaming and clawing with a wild abandon.
Outside the sanctity of the sauna now, the club's attendants heard the fracas and quickly came in to break up the battle. It took six people to finally separate Amber and Tracy who were not about to be denied a final conclusion to their long, hot, bloody bout in the sauna. Over and over again they tried to escape the strong arms that held them but to no avail as they were finally separated without either being able to claim victory. Bleeding, sweating, and panting from total exhaustion, the two sexy wildcats were finally subdued and calmed by the staff.
Their wounds healed over the next few weeks but their angered continued. They exchanged nasty phone calls, threatening letters, and
engaged in a barrage of behind the back insults at one another until one day, nearly a month after their epic fight, Tracy showed up at the spa, again...
THE END
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