SJ - The Beginning
by sujoan@hotmail.com
This is the story of how I started fighting over 20 years ago.  It's the first of many adventures 


Some 22 years ago, at the age of 30, my husband up and left me. We'd been
together since college and had been married for over 8 years when he decided
he really didn't want to be attached. What he decided was that he'd rather
have the freedom to sleep anywhere he wanted on any given night. He left me
with a 6 year old (Julie) and a 4 year old (her younger brother Brian). Well,
my first reaction was to go off the deep end. I guess I figured if my husband
could screw around so could I. For the next 18 months or so I drank like a
fish, slept with anyone who even looked my way in a bar and made a general ass
of myself. Looking back now I don't even remember much of that period of my
life. One day I just realized that because my husband left me didn't mean I
wasn't attractive to men or desirable. It just meant my husband was a jerk.
From that day forward I started moving in the right direction. I actually went
to the health club I'd join 3 years earlier. I worked out several times a
week, ate right, stopped the drinking and stayed home at night. It wasn't too
long before I felt better and my body looked better than it had since high
school. I got a new job and really started to take control. Now..the next
step. I now had 2 young kids (9 and 7) and a job. I needed care but the prices
they charged were outrageous. I didn't get a nana I hired a baby sitter. Her
name was Colleen and she worked cheap. She was a big Irish girl who worked for
$100 a week and room and board. It was a perfect situation except for one
thing. Her main form of recreation was to go out drinking at night and then to
get into bar room brawls with other women and come home and sleep it off.
Colleen was a big girl and seemed to do very well in the bar room action, but
I was getting very tired of it. One night, the third she'd come home like
that, I'd had enough and decided to confront her. I followed her down to the
basement rec room and at about 1AM and stated my case. She was still flying
high ( she had apparently decked 2 women that night) and started becoming
belligerent. We started to exchange words and the next thing I knew she was
fighting her third woman of the night. Well to say she beat the shit out of me
would be an understatement. She cleaned the floor with me - punching hair
pulling scratching cloths ripping - the worst of it was that I was in my
nightgown and by the time she was done with me I was pretty much naked but for
my panties. I dragged my worn body to bed, but instead of pain, I felt some
how exhilarated. To be in actual combat with a woman - to have to fight for
your existence - well it did something to me that night. The next morning
Colleen felt terrible about what she had done. She knew she'd be fired and had
already started packing. She was very surprised when I told her that not only
did I want her to stay but that I'd pay her $25 more a week if she'd work on
my fighting skills and teach me to fight. We worked at least 3 days a week for
the next 6 months Colleen was with me. During that time she beat me up a lot,
but towards the end of the time there were days when she came out the worse
for wear. There was great exhilaration on my part when I was punching or
dominating her. That feeling has continued and I guess is the real reason I
continue to fight. It's like every punch I give is directed at my ex husband.
That may be sick, but it works for me. I feel truly alive when I am fighting
another woman.

Now Julie did not really have the same experience. When she got to her
teenaged years and developed into a woman she started working out with me.
Although she has only had a few fights with other woman, she loves to go
around with her Mom. There were many times when she was 17 or 18 that I'd come
home from work and find her in our gym (just the old rec room in the basement)
ready and waiting to fight Mom. She always seemed to favor topless fighting -
I think just to show off that her 17 year old boobs didn't sag even a bit -
and was not afraid to take a good poke or two from Mom. She has always been
very competitive, especially with me, and many of our fights have truly been
the toughest competitions. She's not beyond tit punching or breast mauling to
gain an advantage over me.

Through the years I've been involved in a number of fights but always seemed
to enjoy most the un-expected. The fight that happens because of tempers, or
the fight that happens in an unexpected location. Julie seems to enjoy putting
me into precarious positions too because some of my best fights have been ones
that she caused because of an action, a word, or giving someone a mistaken
impression. She loves getting me in the middle of things and then backing away
and leaving Mom to handle. This is how some of the fights I had with woman
much younger, bigger, and stronger have taken place. Julie has always paid for
one of these during our next workout. If the truth be known, one of these
fights only helps the juices flow that give me the exhilaration I was talking
about before.

To give you an idea of who I am...I was born in January 1950 I'm 5 foot 8
inches in stocking feet, and weigh 145 pounds. I measure 37-25-36 and wear a D
cup bra. I have shoulder length brown hair which I wear in a tight curl
hairstyle.

I am not a prude but do not wear my sexuality on my sleeve. I have been
involved in many things over the years and am proud of my body and don't mind
showing it off in the proper venue. A couple of years ago we were having a
labor problem at my job and I was on he street for 11 weeks. During the middle
of this stretch I did something I always fantasized about. About week 3 I was
feeling poor, bored, and more than a bit antsy. I was looking through the
paper on Thursday and saw an ad for a club about 20 miles from my house. This
club's ad caught my eye and I made a phone call to the number it listed and
asked for information. The club is a rather infamous topless dance lounge that
was advertising for amateur topless dancers and that was what I was calling
about. You see, for many years we've joked at work about this...a couple of
the other middle aged woman and myself would joke with a few of the guys over
ads for local clubs that list woman with 88EEE chests with names like Nickie
Knockers and Pandora Peaks. It was all in good fun but I have come home and
had certain fantasies about getting up in front of a room full of men and
taking it all off. In fact after one of these conversations at work I had an
incredible dream that night with me as the star attraction and I was very good
(in my dream that is). So here I was speaking to a very delightful young woman
who answered all of my questions and who made it seem so easy and natural that
I decided right on the spot to agree to make an appointment. I was told to
show at the club's stage door at 10:30 that Friday evening. Someone would be
assigned to help me with costume and a routine and I'd be going on stage at
approx 1AM. When I put the phone down I started to shake from a mixture of
excitement and terror. I was 48 years old at the time and what did I think I
was doing???

On Friday evening (after spending the morning on a picket line) I pampered
myself by spending over an hour in a warm bubble bath. I picked out my
underwear very carefully (I chose a back Victoria Secret bra and panty set
that I stole from Julie's stock of hot items) and dressed in tight jeans a low
cut t-shirt. I figured if I was going to play out this fantasy I might as well
do it to the hilt. I drove to the club arriving at 10:30 and was met by a very
nice young girl (22 years old) named "Baby" (she took her name from Baby Spice
as she was a delightful young blonde girl with an incredible body). Baby was
to be my guide for the night. She explained that she'd already done one
routine for the evening and would be performing after I was on so for the next
2 hours she was to help me through the procedure. She asked if I'd like a
drink and I gratefully accepted a gin and tonic, which I soon found out, was
gratefully a bit strong. Fortified I followed Baby into the world of the
topless club. She explained that my routine would last a minute and a half and
what I could and couldn't do. There are very strict rules that must be
followed and areas that are taboo even for a topless club. Having explained
all this to me, we moved into the wardrobe area of the club. This was a huge
room packed with rack after rack of sexy things that the girls can choose from
for their nightly routines. Baby showed me rack after rack of lacy undies,
g-strings, skirts, gowns, dresses, slacks, and blouses. One thing they all had
in common was the use of velcro in critical areas. She helped me pick out a
bright red satin bra and panty set with a real serious thong effect on the
panties (she explained that the dancers had to leave on panties but the law
didn't say how much material the panties had to contain). Red stockings with a
red garter belt completed the undergarments. She toped this off with a long
red skirt (slit up the side well beyond my thigh) and a tight red v neck
bolero jacket that along with the bra did a great job of showing off cleavage.
The outfit was topped off with red stiletto heels (they had to be 5 inches
tall and I'd have all I could do to just stand on my feet in them...they would
come off very quickly once my routine started). She helped me with my hair and
makeup and toped it off with the mask all the amateurs wear on stage (mine was
red to match the outfit). As I stood in front of the mirror I could not
believe I was looking back at me...me the 48 year old mother of 2...I must be
nuts!!

From here we went into a rehearsal room and worked on my routine. We picked
out a classical piece so that the routine would be slow and easy. She showed
me some of the moves the girls use and how the velcro fasteners on the various
articles of clothing worked. By about 12:30 she thought I was as ready as I'd
ever be and we went to the bar area of the club to have a drink and watch some
of the other dancers. I was to dance under the name Heather Hills and as the
time got closer the butterflies in my stomach had butterflies. At 12:50 I went
back stage with Baby and got ready to go on. The next thing I knew I heard my
name being introduced and the music we'd picked start to play and I was out on
stage. As soon as I got out of those heels I relaxed and got into the fun of
what I was doing. There was a crowd of about 200 in the audience (mostly men
but some women) and they knew that I was an amateur and helped with their
cheers and catcalls. I tried to hit some of the elements of the routine Baby
and I had discussed and some worked but others didn't but I really didn't
care. After the heels the skirt went and then the jacket and finally the bra.
I got a big hand when the bra flew into the audience and I don't know if it
was because I was able to get it off or if they liked my boobs or perhaps my
nipples, which were so hard and enlarged from the excitement I had to be
careful not to put a customer's eye out. Baby thought getting out of the
garter belt and stockings would be too much trouble for a first timer so I
left them on. The minute and a half routine flew by and the next thing I knew
the music was over and the club DJ was asking the audience to give me a big
hand.

Once off stage the other girls congratulated me before being whisked into the
dressing room by Baby. I was breathless and really on an adrenaline high when
I realized what I'd done. I hadn't made a total fool of myself and the crowd
seemed to like me (not to mention I made $75 in tips). I'd lived out a fantasy
and had been almost as good as I was in my dream. After I dressed Baby took me
to the club manager's office and he asked me if I'd ever danced like this
before. I told him I hadn't and he offered me a regular spot at the club. I'd
be paid $100 a night for two shows and whatever tips I made. He told me to
think about it and to call him anytime that I wanted a slot. I thanked him and
I went back to the dressing room with baby as she got ready for her routine.

I'm sure you must think me a real slut but I found this kind of like the
fighting. It really made me feel great to know that all those men were
watching my every move. That it was not really about me, Susan Joan but rather
a fantasy girl named Heather Hills. That I could strip and show my boobs off
and that the people in the audience would pay to join in my fantasy. I tell
you , it's a lot easier then getting punched in the tits by an outraged
opponent who is trying her best to rip you apart. Once again it's all about
control and I guess I have a need to feel in control in my life after some of
the shit I've taken during my childhood and my marriage. May be I'm nuts, but
it felt really good to know that my 48 year old body still was desirable and
that I can be a part of the men in the audience's fantasy. I'm I piece of work
I know...but at least I know I am, huh?