Vegas 2001 – Part One
By Tammy



The real story of a week of fun and fighting in Vegas as experience by
Michelle and Tammy and our husbands. This part written by participant Tammy
aka exerchcik@hotmail.com.

After weeks of deciding on what kind of a fight Michelle and I were going to
have this year we hit upon the idea of boxing. We both had enjoyed last year's
catfight (well she more than me as she won!!), but neither of us are the type
of woman to be content repeating the same old thing over again so we were
looking for something fresh for this year. We had both had several boxing
matches and thought that might be a good way to end this year's vacation!

Originally we had planned to just casually box in our suite at the Mirage, but
Nicky hit on the idea of finding a gym or someplace with a ring that we could
feel more official in. As we got to Vegas earlier on Monday, he made some
calls around and found a place he thought we should check out. We got one of
the Mirage's limos and early in the afternoon we headed out. The place was on
West Charleston and run by a guy named Jonny Tocco. Now this was not a place
we'd ever been to before and honestly West Charleston seemed about as far away
as you could get from the strip and still be in Vegas even thou it was about a
10 minute drive. We pulled up in front of a white building that was really not
mush more that a couple of store fronts. The sign in front said Jonny Tocco's
Professional Boxing Gym, but other that that there was little to separate it
from the surrounding stores.

We walked in and immediately every eye in the place was on us. Perhaps that's
because we were the only two white people in the place but it also could have
been because of my love of playacting. See, I had dressed for the occasion!!
Tight white capris, a small bright yellow tube top, a small white jacket, and
my hair in a French braide. As I looked around I saw several young men working
out on speed bags, other's shadow boxing, and two sparing in the ring. The
place wasn't big at all and truthfully the ring took up most of the space. A
Spanish gentleman in his 60s came over and it turned out he was Jonny Tocco.
Nicky had spoken to him on the phone and he asked us to come into his small
office (like a closet!).

"Let me get right down to business, Mr. Tocco", Nicky said. "I'd like to rent
your ring for an hour or so late Thursday night. We'd like total privacy and
be the only people in the place. Do you think that would be possible?"

"Well, it's not really a thing we do...what do you want it for?"

"A private fight", Nicky replied.

"You are going to fight someone?", Mr Tocco asked incredulously.

"Not me Mr Tocco, my wife Tammy.", Nicky replied pointing to me. "She is going
to box another woman for 5 rounds."

Jonny looked me over from top to bottom (the phrase undressing me with his
eyes came to mind) pausing just a second to study my chest. "Look Nicky.....I
don't know what you've got going here but my place has got a reputation and I
don't need to get into anything kinky."

"We're not taking about some sleazy operation here. My wife and Michelle have
fought before and are looking for a venue to do it again.", answered Nick. "As
you can see, my wife is in great shape..she's personal trainer in LA and can
handle herself. Michelle is a friend from the east coast who also is in great
shape. They have both had lots of fights."

"Look Mr Tocco", I finally chimed in, "you're not some Neanderthal who thinks
that in the 21st century a woman should stay home barefoot and pregnant are
you?"

Embarrassed by my remarks he proceeded to list the women fighters who had used
his gym to train in and said again that he just wanted to make sure we were
not looking to run some sleaze through his place.

"Look Mr Tocco...lets get down to brass tacks. How much do you get for ring
time?", Nick asked.

"About $75 an hour but that's during our normal business hours.", he answered.

"Okay..how bout this arrangement. We rent the ring on Thursday night from
midnite to 1AM. You are the only one present...there are no cameras or
recoding devices. I'll give you $250 for the ring time and pay you another
$250 to ref the fight? Does that seem fair?"

After that, Jonny (as he told us to call him) couldn't have been nicer. He
showed us around the whole place. Showed us the two small dressing rooms (one
for each of us although I'm not sure Michelle will want to remove her clothes
in this place) and the rest of the "facilities". We agreed that he would meet
us at the gym at 12 midnight on Thursday and said good bye.

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Then it was off to Macren airport to pick up Micelle and Steve and let them
know what we'd worked out. It was great to see them again and I couldn't wait
to tell them what we had found! During the short drive to the Mirage I
described the place and Nicky explained what we'd worked out! Michelle said it
sounded great and we talked about what we both had in mind. We agreed we go 5
rounds of 2 minutes each and have a 3 minute rest between. Since Jonny was
going to ref Michelle suggested we also let him judge each round and decide
the winner. Sounded good to me and I winked at her and told her that later she
and I would discuss the "prize" that the winner got. As we pulled up to the
Mirage's front door she agreed that we girls would be best to decide on that
prize!

After they got settled, we decided to have some fun and headed over to a local
casino we'd heard a lot about, the Orleans. A large place just across the
freeway from the strip, the majority of the clients were locals from the Vegas
area enjoying this casino with a definitely New Orleans flavor. The boys
gravitated to the table games (Steve won $350 playing Blackjack while Nicky
left a $200 donation at one crap table) while Michelle and I tried our hands
at some slot machines. One thing we noticed very quickly were the outfits on
the cocktails waitresses. They were basically a busstia with a thong bottom
shoving off great amounts of cleavage and ass cheek!

We found one waitress that particularly showed off the outfit to the best
advantage. She was about 5 6 with long flowing brwn hair. She had large boobs
and a firm round ass and between the ample cleavage and her shapely butt
looked great. I suggested to Michelle that she'd be a great first fight
conquest for her in Vegas. Michelle agreed and we cooked up a plan.

We got Nicky and Steve to play in her area. The two of us disappeared but
stayed in close proximity so that we could see everything that was happening.
The boys ordered a couple of drinks from her and when she delivered them,
Steve gave her a $10 tip. After that she was very accommodating and made sure
to hit their row on every pass. Several more times they ordered and the boys
"took care of her" the 3rd time giving her a $20 tip! Well, they all got very
friendly and on each pass the friendship grew and her very generous tips grew.

After an hour they were like old friends and were on a first name basis when
Michelle blew back on the scene accusing Steve of playing around with this
little bitch. She totally blamed her and called her very name in the book.
Then she made an off handed challenge to the waitress (her name was Sherry) to
settle this between them later and Sherry agreed. We knew we had a fight
then!!

She gave us the address of a local hang out bar and said that if Michelle
still had balls in 4 hours she'd meet us there after her shift was over at
midnight. "Don't worry about my balls you slut", Michelle replied, "I'll be
there!"

Feeling good, we went to the Orleans Italian Grill and had a great light
supper. The only thing that worried me was that it was Martini Monday and
Michelle consumer 4 of the special drinks with dinner!!

We went back and gambled some till at about 11:45 when Michelle said she
thought it was time. We gathered up the boys (this time they both were
successful, walking away from a Blackjack game with about $200 profit each)
and headed over to the club.

About 5 minutes from the casino on Tropicana Avenue, The Hole in the Wall was
a large bar/casino that catered to area casino employees mostly. We found a
table by the bar and ordered a drink (another Martini for Michelle making it 5
in the last 3 hours!) and waited to see if Sherry would show.

At about 12:15 she did, along with a tall blonde girl we learned was named
Inga. Sherry had changed out of her waitress costume into her street clothes.
She had on tight dark brown capri's, sandals, and a small leopard skin pattern
halter top. She went to the bartender and came to our group holding a key.
"I've got the key to the back room if your still interested in settling this."
She said.

Michelle said she was ready whenever Sherry was and the whole group moved
towards the back. Sherry opened the door and flipped on the lights. We were in
a room that measured about 20 by 30 and it appears it was probably used for
private parties. The room was carpeted and except for the tables and chairs
piled in one corner, it was totally empty.

"I'd like to save this top,", Sherry said, "are you up for fighting topless?"

"Sounds fine to me/", Michelle replied and Inga helped Sherry while Steve
helped Michelle with their tops.

As both woman began to disrobe I sized them up as opponents. Both looked to be
about the same height (5 foot 6) but Sherry looked like she probably weighed a
bit more than Michelle's 130 pounds. As Sherry removed her top it looked to me
like her breasts were close in size to Michelle's but not by nature but rather
had some help from the plastic industry (they were just too perfect). Her long
flowing brown hair would be a great target for Michelle while Michelle's black
hair in a single braide would make a great hand hold for Sherry. I'd have to
say that Sherry was a good 10 years younger than Michelle's 40 and she
probably thought she was looking ahead to an easy fight! For a 40 year old
mother of two, Michelle still had a young looking hard body! Large and firm
but obviously natural 37DD tits, a flat hard stomach, well defined arm
muscles, and strong legs. This girl was in for no easy fight!

After Michelle kissed Steve, Sherry came over and did the same thing. When
Michelle protested Sherry said, "Hey I might as well get at least a taste of
what I was accused of coming on to!"

"I'll tell you what babe,", Michelle said, "You beat me and you can fuck him
right here and now!". I immediately saw the shocked look on Steve's face and
knew that perhaps that was more the 5 Martini's talking rather than my friend
Michelle! "Your on you old bitch!", Sherry answered, "I'll see you later stud
muffin!", she said to an obviously embarrassed Steve.

The woman faced off against each other as the rest of us went to the side of
the room. Sherry was the first to move on Michelle with a grab that was
intended to catch Michelle around the waist but with quick footwork Michelle
side stepped her and Sherry wound up on the floor. "You're going to have to do
better than that if you want my husband!", Michelle shouted.

As Sherry went to get up Michelle grabbed her by the hair and connected with a
solid left knee to her sizable bosom. As Sherry hit the floor Michelle said,
"oh...I hope that didn't hurt too much." And a look of worry cover Sherry's
formerly confident face!

This time Michelle let Sherry get to her feet and the two of them faced off
again. As they moved close together, Sherry lashed out with her right foot and
caught Michelle squarely in the stomach. As Michelle doubled over, Sherry
grabbed her in a head lock and flipped her over her hip. As she hit the floor
Sherry was on her and the two hell cats rolled around the room each looking
for an advantage. After a couple of minutes it was Michelle who got the upper
hand delivering a couple of well placed right hand punches to the younger
woman's boobs.

As they separated and got to their feet, Michelle was faster and managed to
grab Sherry by the hair and pull her up and deliver two stinging knees to her
already damaged tits and then let her drop to the floor. As Sherry tried to
get up again, a confident Michelle again grabbed her by the hair but before
she could deliver a knee shot, Sherry balled up her right fist and punched
Michelle squarely in her cunt and the look of confidence on Michelle's face
was replaced by pain.

Both hurt, the two combatants took their time getting back to their feet and
both were wary as they again faced off against each other. Sherry again was
the first to move as she grabbed Michelle's right hand looking to bend back
her fingers. Michelle cried out in pain but recovered quickly by delivering a
left-handed punch to Sherry's cheek. The surprise shot made Sherry drop
Michelle's hand and Michelle proceeded to hit Sherry's tits and body with
right left punches. Most found their mark and it wasn't long before the fight
went out of Sherry.

As Michelle buried a hard right to Sherry's stomach, the brunette dropped to
the ground and the fight was over. Score one for Michelle!! Older and a bit
drunker but still victorious!

The next morning Michelle and I met at about 10 to have breakfast by the pool
while Nicky and Steve headed to the poker room. This was our first visit to
the Mirage pool this trip and both of us dressed trying to out do the other.
Michelle had on a very tiny black bikini. The top was the size of a cocktail
napkin and just barely managed to cover her nipples while the bottom was cut
high on the sides and low on the waist. I had on a very new white one piece.
It had a deep plunging neckline that showed off lots of cleavage and a bottom
that was almost thong like leaving little but my ass crack unexposed! We were
a formidable pair as we sat at a table having coffee.

After breakfast most eyes (at least all the men's eyes) were on us as we
walked the length of the pool and selected two lounges. We both loved the
attention and were really a couple of teases as we put on lotion and got
ourselves situated. The weather this trip was very unusual and although it was
close to 11AM at this point, it was only 94 degrees.

After about an hour we jumped into the pool to cool off and to do some
swimming. After 10 minutes of so we were floating by the side talking when
Michelle said, "Tammy...I think I just found your opponent.".

"Where?", I asked, and she pointed to the other end of the pool. She had
selected a large blonde wearing a yellow bikini that was too small for her
body. She looked to be about 5 foot 9 and had long blonde hair. She was just
getting out of a pool wrap and I quickly saw that her small yellow bikini was
doing all it could to hold in her body. The tube top type bra looked to be
holding tits about Michelle and my size but she was rather tick in the middle
and probably out weighed me by a good 20 pounds (In case I didn't mention it,
I'm 5 foot 8, 130 pounds 38d-24-35). I estimated she was close to my age (31)
and I gave her a lot of credit for the outfit considering the body she had to
deal with. She did have a air about her that helped her carry it off though
and in spite of her size she looked very sexy in the outfit and I did notice
we weren't the only ones looking at her.

"So what do I do...just go up to her and say..hey you look like a fat pig in
that bikini! I'm going to rip it off you?", I said to Michelle.

"Lets wait and see what we can do", Michelle answered. "But for right now, I
need a drink."

Sitting at the pool bar, Michelle kept tabs on the big blonde. We watched her
go in the water and swim a couple of laps. After that, she got out of the
pool, walked back to her lounge and dried her hair. As we were watching her,
she put down the towel and walked towards us at the bar. As if fate had
planned it, she selected the stool next to Michelle and ordered a Long Island
Ice Tea from the bartender.

"Not too hot today.", Michelle said to her in an attempt to start a
conversation. She just looked at Michelle with a look of disdain and turned
away.

"Jeez", I said to Michelle in a rather loud voice, "What a bitch!"

With that blondie got up with her drink and walked away from the bar.

We finished our drink and gathered our belongings and made our way top the
spa. We were each treated to one of their special all over body rubs
(including the very private and important areas) and then took some heat in
the sauna.

Imagine our surprise when after we were in the sauna for 10 minutes the door
opened and our blonde friend walked in. It really looked like fate had dealt
this hand and I looked at Michelle and she nodded and smiled.

"Well,", I said in a loud voice, "If it isn't our bitchie blonde friend who
wears a bathing suit two sizes too small."

She looked up at me as if I had slapped her across the face. I knew that I was
hitting the mark, so I continued. "You know Michelle...what I really should
have done at the pool is just go up to her and pull that bikini top off before
it popped off and did someone harm."

"Yea...you and who else?", she hissed at me.

"Sorry blondie but I wouldn't need any help to take on a fat pig like you!"

"If you are so sure of that I'll meet you in room 721 in half an hour and I'll
have that bikini back on and you can take a shot at it. Oh, and bring your
lesbian friend with you and I'll take care of her after I finish with you!"
and with that she stormed out.

"Lesbian friend???" Michelle said! "Oh...if you don't handle that bitch I
will!"

End of part one – To be continued by Michelle