Encounter, Incentive Part 2:  Sex, Thighs, and Videotape



This is a sequel to the story "Encounter, Incentive." Any questions or
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"Encounter, Incentive", Part 2: Sex, Thighs, and Videotape
 
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I had already watched the tape 5 times.
 
I forgot when I'd had my last meal, what time it was, even the day. That
videotape had me mesmerized in equal amounts of fascination, fear, and
excitement. She was back, speaking directly to me, and showing me things
my eyes could hardly believe.
 
Turns out her name is Nikki. But I'll let her pick up the tale, as she
tells it on the videotape. The one that appeared in my mailbox one day
with no return address, and a label on the tape itself that said simply
"Play me."
 
"Hi, Jack", she said, speaking into the camera. "I'm not going to claim
false modesty and ask whether you remember me. How many beautiful women
do you meet in hotel bars that promise you a night of pleasure if you can
beat them in a wrestling match?"
 
She's wearing a black leather trench coat, slightly open. Sitting on a
hotel room bed, I see the coat fall away near the top of her slim, toned
thigh. There's enough camera angle to see down the length of her
breathtakingly long, smooth legs.
 
"Please don't be alarmed that I learned your address. I did take the
liberty of finding your driver's license while you slept, but I promise,
I'm not stalking you and would never show up at your house unannounced. I
needed the address because I knew I had a feeling I would want to send
you this tape, and I'm glad I did. I need your help, Jack. I need your
help desperately."
 
There's a heaviness to her speech and manner that wasn't there almost a
year ago. Some of the spark has gone out of those astonishing emerald
green eyes. Something's bothering her, and she's aching to tell me what
it is.
 
"I'm Nikki", she continues, and chuckles a little. "I suppose I owe you
that much, since now I know your name, and where you live. You never
pressed the issue that night when i told you I didn't feel like telling
you my name, and I appreciated that. We had a perfect night, didn't we,
Jack? You learned not to assume that a sexy woman can't beat a man at
wrestling, and you worked hard enough to earn one win yourself, and I
won't feign modesty, either, in asking if you felt it was worth it."
She glances at her watch, turns her head to look at the hotel room door.
 
"I have to hurry this along", she says. "He'll be here soon." She turns
back to face the camera.
 
"Look, Jack, I hope you won't feel insulted, or be too surprised to learn
that you are not the first guy I did that with. You probably assumed,
correctly, that I must be--how to put it delicately--an unusual woman, to
invite a total stranger up to her hotel room and challenge him to a
wrestling match, with sex as the prize for victory. But it gets me hot,
jack. You found that out first hand. It gets me hot like nothing else in
this world, and it's something I do...something I've been doing with
greater frequency since I last saw you."
 
She sighs, looks at the ceiling, and I see that stunning model-beautiful
face, the long fine brown hair dipping below her shoulders, the grace of
her delicate neck--such a clever mask for the formidable, dangerous power
she's capable of  unleashing.
 
Her head snaps back forward, and she's staring into the camera again, her
eyes now infused with an angry glare.
 
"The thing is, Jack...the game only works if the man sometimes wins. I
stick to the rules,  no matter what: If you can't beat me, you leave. End
of story. And Jack....I haven't had sex since we wrestled....more than 8
months, and no one has been able to beat me. It's driving me a little
crazy, Jack...I'm beyond horny, and I want to give in....but I won't let
a man beat me--I can't. No one's earned it since you, Jack, and I'm
nearing the end of my......"
 
A soft knocking is heard off camera. Nikki stares at the door, then says
"Just a minute."
 
She turns back to the camera, which is elevated somewhere, probably
hidden from plain sight. "Here", she says, I'll show you what I mean."
 
Nikki gets up and walks off camera to the door. Voices, a man's voice,
are heard, then she walks back into the frame. She takes off her black
leather coat and reveals only a black bikini bottom underneath. Her torso
is covered only by a grey sports bra.
 
I go hard at the sight of her, remembering. Almost six feet tall, legs
that don;t stop, toned to perfection--in fact, they look like they've
picked up some muscle since the last time I saw her. Her medium-sized,
elegantly rounded breasts tightly contained in her sports bra. The long,
lean torso and perfectly flat stomach. As she ties her hair back in a
ponytail I see ripples of muscle movement in her elongated, smooth arms.
She's still not ripped like a body-builder by any means, but she's
clearly been working out her arms since the time we wrestled. Her small,
hard biceps pop and retreat as she works the tie on her hair.
 
Oh, yeah...and then there's some guy. He's standing there looking like a
dog left alone with a plate of steak. Guess I can't blame him. I just
wish it were me standing there instead.
 
"Wow", says random guy. He's average build, probably a shade taller than
Nikki, not ripped or hulking, but he looks fit. I'm guessing he weighs
about 170, like I do, and he's got a good 40 pounds on Nikki.
 
"You remember the rules?", she says.
 
"Yeah, but, ummm....if you wanna skip the wrestling that's OK with me,
too....you know", and he lets out a nervous laugh.
 
"You can leave right now if you don't want to wrestle", she says. "Best 2
out of 3", she adds wearily, as if she's said it dozens of time before.
"Win one and you can stay the night."
 
"Not a problem!", says guy, and he starts to move toward her.
 
 He grabs Nikki up around her shoulders and I know instantly what's
coming next. Nikki's leg is already locked around the back of guy's knee
as she swats his hands away, grabs the guy's shoulder, shoves, and whips
back her leg, sending him to the floor. There's a loud thump. Guy gets
up, looks a little scared.
 
"What the fuck?", he mutters, and moves ahead, more tentatively this
time. Again he goes for the shoulders. Real genius, this one. Nikki ducks
under his arms, fast, comes up around his back, gets one of her long
smooth arms up under guy's shoulder, uses her other arm to lock his arm
down, then swivels and swings the guy around, across her hip, partially
flipping him so he lands on his shoulder. Guy lets out a grunt of pain,
sits up, and before he can recover, realizes Nikki is already sitting
directly behind him on the floor, her forearm under his neck. She reaches
around with her free arm and grabs her other wrist, creating a
devastating headlock, and begins to squeeze.
 
Guy starts flailing his arms to either side, reaching up to his neck to
try and get free. Nikki adds her legs to the equation, getting both of
them on the inside his thighs. She locks her feet around his ankles and
starts forcing his legs outward, away from his hips in either direction.
You can tell the pain must be excrutiating. Nikki speaks directly into
guy's ear.
 
"I know you can't speak, so if you want to submit, take one of your hands
away from my arms--you're not going to break my grip anyway, so stop
trying--and tap my right leg twice. Otherwise i might have to tear
something."
 
Guy immediately taps Nikki's leg and she releases him.
 
"That's one for me", she says, standing up.
 
Guy is still on the floor, trying to catch his breath. Nikki glances up
at the camera and silently points to guy with a look on her face that
says "See the incompetence I'm dealing with here?" At home, watching the
tape, I laugh out loud.
 
Guy slowly gets to his feet and looks like a different person. He's
confused, pretty angry, too, but mostly scared. You can see it in his
body language, as he cowers slightly before Nikki, who's standing with
her hands on her hips, giving him a look of utter contempt.
 
"Any time you're ready, sport", she says.
 
Guy just stands there so Nikki says "Looks like it's up to me", and moves
toward him. She grabs for his neck and he reflexively ducks his head
down, putting two hands up. Nikki grabs both his hands around the wrist,
and jerks him to her, then throws herself backwards, rolling herself onto
her back and bringing guy with her. Christ, she has gotten stronger. I
wait for her to do the classic toemenage move--planting her foot in the
guy's stomach and thrusting him behind her--it's a standard judo throw,
and as I found out all those months ago, Nikki is real good at judo.
 
But instead she brings those magnificent legs up around either side of
guy's head, locks her ankles, and rolls him over her side onto his back.
It all happened in one amazingly smooth motion. The guy never had a
chance. He's on his back and Nikki is resting on her side, one elbow
propped up, her palm supporting her head, while her legs are squeezing
this poor bastard's neck. Then she undoes her ponytail with her free
hand, shaking out her long hair. I can just make out the guy's his face,
which is turning all shades of purple. Just when i think he's going to
pass out Nikki releases her thighs from his neck and straddles the guy.
She grabs his wrists and easily, with only the most minor resistance,
pins them behind the guy's head. She lets her long hair fall into his
face and swishes it around. The she counts slowly, like a parent
explaining math to a toddler:  "Oooonneeee....twoooooooo.....threeeeeee.
Looks like I win again."
 
She stands up and puts on her black leather trench coat, tightens the
cinch. She's waiting for guy to get off the floor. When he does, she says
"Too bad for you. Run along now please."
 
Guy looks at Nikki like he's going to either cry, scream, or both.
"You're crazy, you know that, lady? You're fucking nuts."
 
'"Yeah, I know", she says calmly, "But at least I don't fight like a
little pansy. Now get the fuck out of here before i send you crying to
your Mommy."
 
Random guy looks like he's thinking about taking a sucker punch at Nikki,
but in his first good decision of the night, slunks off instead. He goes
off camera, and I hear the door close behind him.
 
Nikki turns her attention back to the camera.
 
"They've all been pretty much like that one, Jack. And i'm afraid there
will be more, because each time it ends, I find myself wanting to fuck
that much more.. It's building up in me like a volcano, Jack, and I can't
take much more. I'm going to send you other matches on this tape...I
don't expect you to watch them all...but I want you to see how desperate
I've become. It's all mixed up, jack. The more I want them to beat me,
the harder I train to keep that from happening. I've been taking jiu
jitsu lessons, and my judo's coming back to me, too. I've been hitting
the gym harder than ever, and I'm stronger than I've ever been in my
life. I don't know how to stop this, Jack. And I need you to be the one.
Please. Remember, it;s coming up on a year since we wrestled, and i'll be
there at that same hotel, same time as last year. Please be there, Jack.
I need you."
 
At this juncture, the tape goes blank.
 
The rest is a series of vignettes of Nikki's matches with different men.
Most are laughable. One small-ish guy gets tossed around like a football.
At one point Nikki does a full, over-the-back judo throw on him
and doesn't break a sweat. Bored after one pin, she says to him "Tell you
what, sport. I'll let you hold me down, and if I can't get free in 3
seconds, I'll give you the win." Smallish guy looks dubious but then says
OK. Nikki gets on her back and the guy straddles her. She puts her arms
back and the guy grabs both her wrists with them pinned to the floor on
either side of her head.
 
"Do you have a good grip?", she says. Smallish guy locks his arms, gets
himself squared, says "Yeah, I'm ready. 3 seconds, right?"
"That's right. Start counting, sport."
Smallish guy says "One, T-------" Nikki has twisted her wrists under his
hands, freed them, gripped HIS wrists, and shot them straight up and away
from her in less than two seconds. Small guy looks terrified. Even more
so when she bucks him off her, rolls him onto his back, pounces on his
chest with her knees, and pins his wrists down behind his head.
"The series of numbers you were grasping for", she says as the small guy
lets out a groan of pain "Is.... one, two, three. See how easy it is?"
 
One 50-ish looking guy, balding, keeps talking about what a great athlete
he was in college  and says he's still strong as an ox. Says she'll never
beat him. He gets pinned school-girl style in less than a minute, and
then, realizing he'll never win a straight-out wrestle with this woman,
challenges Nikki to a "mercy wrestle" for round 2 instead. Nikki sighs
and interlocks her hands with his. Guy's got pretty beefy-looking arms,
but 30 seconds later he's literally on his knees begging Nikki to let go.
Before she does she says "So you were a good athlete in college, huh? Did
you go to an all-girl's school?"
 
Nikki has little patience or mercy for the arrogant ones, and most of
them are.
 
Not all, though. And Nikki's not just picking out weak or small men to
challenge. As the tape moves on, she starts facing bigger, younger,
stronger-looking men. She gets into a serious floor battle with a
college-aged kid with a wrestler's body and skills to match. In fact, as
he "warned" her at the beginning, he was a wrestler in high school. I
actually start thinking this kid's going to get the lay of his life
because he keeps getting Nikki into near-pins and submission holds. But
she is relentless and slips out of the most dangerous trouble with
intense determination, and her stamina is outstanding. With every hold
she breaks, the kid gets a little more frustrated, and he's starting to
breathe heavy. Then he gets careless, his frustration overriding his
defensive judgment and allows Nikki an opening while she's on her back to
get her legs locked around his ribs. Nikki starts her python squeeze and
I can see the muscle in her thighs as she applies the pressure. The kid's
starting to weaken but he won't submit, so Nikki releases her legs and
puts the kid in an arm bar instead. Twisting his wrist while her legs
control his arm, he finally taps out. He's too drained for round 2 to be
very close and Nikki finishes the match with a cross-body pin. The kid
apologizes for not giving her a better contest, and Nikki says with real
sincerity "No, i'm the one who's sorry. I know this is my loss."
 
The kid looks confused, but Nikki doesn't feel like explaining it. "Thank
you", she says graciously, "I enjoyed the match, but i'm afraid you have
to go."
 
I'm starting to realize something else as I'm watching the tape: I may
have beaten Nikki once a year ago--but I have absolutely no shot at doing
so now. And the next match on the tape drives this point home in a very
stark way.
 
There's a man in the frame who looks more like a monster. He's standing
and staring at Nikki with something that can only be described as
restrained rage. He's at least 6'4" and despite Nikki's own statuesque
height, he towers over her. Shirtless, his sculpted, bulging muscled arms
are covered in nasty looking tattoos. A severe marine-like buzz cut
frames his block of a head. He reminds me of the Russian boxer from Rocky
IV, only meaner looking. Nikki's staring back at him, but she has to look
up to do so.
 
Nikki, I'm thinking, you've gone too far. This is too dangerous. This guy
doesn't even look like he wants to have sex with you...he wants to kill
you. What are you doing?
 
The match begins and Nikki tries to take ownership of the monster's wrist
but he shrugs off her attempt and pulls her hard into his chest. He whips
Nikki around and puts her into a bear hug, lifting her up off her feet.
He has a crazy look in his eye like this is the part that gets him off,
and the more he hurts Nikki the better he'll feel. Now he hops up a bit
himself and brings the two of them crashing down hard to the floor.
 
 Watching at home, I involuntarily gasp. You can hear the loud thud of
impact and for a second they're both out of the frame. Then I see this
guy's massive back hunched over Nikki. She's somewhere underneath him and
i'm scared that maybe she's been knocked unconscious. But then two
familiar long, lean legs appear around either side of the monster's back,
and Nikki locks her ankles. She's obviously been a quick study in those
jiu jitsu classes. The squeeze begins but I can tell it won't have much
of an effect on this guy, and it's true. He's working on finding Nikki's
wrists for a pin and throwing his body weight into her upper torso. She's
not going anywhere, but then again, neither is he. Her leg lock at least
has him in one place, even if it won't be enough to make him submit.
 
Then Nikki does an amazing thing. She releases her legs and in the next
instant, showing remarkable flexibility throughout her body, combined
with spellbinding speed and precision, she scissors her legs onto either
side of the monster's neck. Nikki is now fully arching her back, her legs
high in the air, framing the guy's massive skull in a perfect triangle
leg vice. It all happened in the blink of an eye. But the next 3 minutes
is an uncomfortable stretch of time in which neither of them move, the
only sounds the scary guy's grunting and thin hisses as he tries to
receive air, and Nikki's intense, measured breathing as she tightens her
grip with each inhale of breath. There's no taunting here--Nikki at least
knows she needs to remain focused if she's going to get this guy to give
up. The guy has massive arms and they're desperately trying to undo
Nikki's ankle lock, but no matter how strong your arms are, they won't be
able to do much if you can't breathe. Finally, just as the guy's face
turns bright cherry red, he taps out, and you can see how much it pained
him to do so.
 
Nikki gets up and watches scary guy go to all fours, taking in massive
gulps of air. He's saying something, but i can't hear what it is until he
stands up.
 
"Kill you", he's saying, his voice weak from the leg lock. "I'll kill
you."
 
My blood runs cold again. If Nikki's scared, she's not showing it.
 
"I said this is a best 2 out of 3, but it's still only a competition. If
you're intent on killing me, it's gone too far and I'll have to ask you
to leave or I'll call the police. Do you understand?"
 
Scary guy just stares hard at her, breathing through his mouth. Don't do
another round, Nikki, please. Just get him out of there.
 
The monster finally nods by way of "understanding", and Nikki nods back.
They circle each other warily, and then i gasp again as I see the guy's
muscled arm shoot straight out and grab Nikki by her perfect, lovely
throat. She put up a hand to protect but it was an instant too slow and
now this maniac has her by the throat. He lifts her and I almost cry as I
watch her beautiful feet dangling helplessly , as the guy literally walks
her over to the wall and pins her up against it. Nikki's making a
terrible gurgling sound and I'm like an idiot looking around my apartment
as if I could actually do anything to help her. Then I see Nikki's hand.
She's not trying to break the grip. Instead her hand is searching for and
finds this guy's pinky finger.
 
 She grips it and in one sharp motion bends it back hard. You can hear a
slight cracking sound on the tape. The guy lets out an involuntary yelp
of pain and reflexively lets go of Nikki's neck. Her feet hit the floor,
and she maintains her balance, drawing air back into her lungs. But Nikki
knows she has precious little time to recover. She immediately grabs the
broken pinky and now the monster lets out a howl of pain as Nikki twists
it further. She has the wrist now as well, and demonstrates the power of
leverage and physics by completely flipping this massive man onto his
back with just the hold and manipulation of his wrist in a sure, smooth
motion. And she's still got that pinky finger. She gets on the floor
behind him and triangles her legs around his neck again. But now he can't
even try to break her ankle lock because his entire right arm is
immobilized by the grip Nikki has on his broken appendage. He flails for
a while with the other arm but Nikki is angry now, and her lock on his
neck is foolproof. He starts to go slack, and tries to tap out, but Nikki
won't release him. I see what she's trying to do, and I say to the tape
"Good girl...don't you dare let him out."
 
A few minutes later, the guy is knocked unconscious. Nikki gathers her
things, which isn't much, dresses and puts on her black leather trench
coat. Her face comes close to the camera as she starts to take it down
from its perch, and just before she does she says "I'll see you soon,
Jack."
 
The tape goes blank. My mind is anything but.
 
It's one month later and i'm driving a rental car to the hotel where I
met Nikki exactly one year ago. I don't know why i'm going. Nonsense. Of
course I do. I want another night with this scintillatingly gorgeous,
dangerous woman. I want to be inside her again and feel those long, long
legs entwined with mine, those full, soft lips brushing my ear as we make
love all night.
 
But it's a fool's errand. I can't beat her. I barely beat her a year ago,
and it took every ounce of strength I had then. She's even stronger now,
and her combat skills have taken a quantum leap forward. She knocked out
cold a man I would run from in terror if I saw him on the street.
Squeezed him until he passed out. She threw a cross body pin over a tough
young buck with wrestling experience. She took down all manner of men, in
all shapes and sizes, using a variety of martial arts moves combined
with pure strength and athleticism. And hardly batted an eye.
 
She wants me to beat her, and I can't do it. How will I explain it to
her? How disappointed will she be in me? And what will she do to me as a
result?
 
These thoughts are all caroming around my head as I enter the hotel room
bar and begin to look around. And then there she is. Time slows as I
watch her slide from the booth. She's dressed differently this time--a
harder look than before. Gone is the elegant skirt and heels. She's
wearing tight, hip-hugging blue jeans and black boots; a black leather
jacket. Dark mascara highlights her hypnotic green eyes. She's tougher
looking, but somehow even more astonishingly beautiful than the last time
I saw her.
 
She walks over to me and embraces me unabashedly, squeezing me hard,
kissing me all over my face.
 
"Oh, Jack...i'm so happy you came...I was so worried you wouldn't...."
 
I can feel the eyes of the other men in the bar on us. I would wager big
bucks that to a man they all wish they could be me at that moment.
 
We slide into the same booth we did a year ago. Nikki takes my face in
her hands, leans her head in so it's lightly touching mine. She whispers
"It's been so long, Jack...please tell me you can help me..."
 
"It's OK, take it easy....we have all night....let's talk for a moment".
 
"You;re right, Jack...I'm sorry....you must have so many questions...."
 
"Some, yes. You sure know how to get a guy's attention, Nikki." She
smiles, leans back in the booth.
 
"You watched the tape."
 
"Only 5 or 6 hundred times", I say, and she laughs.
 
"Nikki, one of the things i'm curious about--the night we wrestled, you
beat me twice in a row...and by your own rules, you could have sent me
packing. But you gave me a third chance to beat you. Why didn't you do
that for any of the other guys I saw on that tape?"
 
"I told you that night, Jack. I wanted to fuck you the minute I saw you.
I wanted you to have that other chance. Those other guys--they're just
means to an end...I didn't want any of them badly enough to give them
another shot."
 
"I have to admit, Nikki...that makes me feel pretty special."
 
"But Jack", she says, "If you hadn't won that 3rd match, I WOULD have
sent you packing. You have to remember that."
 
"I know. Nikki, look, there's something I have to tell you...."
 
"Oh, no, Jack. Please don't tell me you came all this way to tell me
there's another woman in your life and you can't wrestle me."
 
"No, no, Nikki, it's not that. I have been with some women in the past
year, but none of them have been able to hold my interest for any length
of time. How could they, Nikki? It's like trying to enjoy a fast food
hamburger after you've dined on filet mignon."
 
Nikki gets a sly look on her face. "Are you calling me a piece of meat,
Jack?"
 
"You know what I mean. No, Nikki, it's about what you expect from
me...the rules of the game...I'm afraid of disappointing you. Nikki, the
fact is, unless you let me win, I don;t think i can beat you. I saw what
you did to those men....you're stronger than you were a year ago--your
martial arts skills have improved--you said so yourself on the tape. I'm
the same, Nikki, only a year older, and I was lucky to beat you at all
the last time."
 
Nikki looks disappointed already. "What are you saying, Jack?"
 
"I'm saying that maybe--for me--you can change the rules of the game.
Maybe we can just wrestle and if I give it my all, it doesn't matter who
wins. We can still spend the night together."
 
Nikki loses her smile and stares at me for an uncomfortable length of
time before answering. "I can't do that, Jack. I like you, but i'm not
sentimental. I'm not in this for love and warm fuzzies. Look, I know I'm
fucked up, OK? I know this is a bizarre thing I've got going here, but
it's my thing, Jack. No one's forcing you to take part in it, but if you
do, you play by my rules. I did give you a break a year ago by giving you
that 3rd chance. Don't ask me to bend the rules any more than that."
 
I'm running out of ideas. I want her so bad, but I know if it's a matter
of beating her wrestling I have no shot.
 
"How about we arm wrestle for it instead? Remember a year ago--neither of
us could win, it was extremely competitve."
 
Nikki sighs and puts her elbow on the table. I'm glad I can't see how
strong her arms have become beneath her black leather jacket. We grip,
and she stares into my eyes. Less than 5 seconds later my wrist is
swiftly and soundly slammed down against the table.
 
"You want to go lefty, Jack? Trust me, there's not much point."
 
"No, I guess there isn't."
 
"Look, Jack...it's been a whole year for me without sex. You cannot
imagine what that's doing to me. Do you really need any more incentive?
You have every reason to want to beat me, so stop telling yourself you
can't and make it happen."
 
"Easy for you to say, Nikki. I watched you destroy every guy on that
tape. Including one who looked like the goddamn Terminator. I'm just a
regular guy, Nikki. You're asking too much from me."
 
"Then why are you here, Jack? Why are you wasting my time, and getting my
hopes up? I'd rather you'd just pussied out and stayed away if you were
going to have this whiny attitude. I guess I thought you were different,
Jack, but I must have been wrong. You're just weak, like all the rest."
 
She gets up to leave, but I grab her arm. "Wait. Just....just, wait."
 
"I'm going up to my room, Jack. You can follow me there and wrestle me,
or you can lose that arm you're holding me with right here in this bar."
 
Out of options, unwilling to miss a chance to sleep with the most
beautiful woman I've ever seen, I let her go and follow her to the room.
 
It's a larger suite than last time. I wonder--just to distract
myself--what Nikki does for a living that she can afford such luxury?
She's already cleared away a huge space for us to wrestle. She changes in
the bathroom and comes out saying "Remember this?"
 
How could I forget? It's the one-piece black leotard that clings to her
every curve, that emphasizes her sleek, long legs and athletic build,
that she wore a year ago in our first contest.
 
I nod. The long brown hair is being tied back into a ponytail. "One
thing, Nikki", I manage to say. "I don't want this taped."
 
"There are no cameras here, Jack. The tape was a one-time thing. This is
just you and me. Are you ready?"
 
Again, I can only nod. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I have no
choice but to try and take Nikki down. She moves toward me slowly, but I
back up, scared to make a first move.
 
She looks annoyed, then takes a hop-skip towards me, moving fast and
smooth, and before I can evade her, she has my left arm locked and I'm
being whipped across her hip, flying a few feet before hitting the
carpet. I manage to roll and get up quickly, but before i can get my
bearings she's standing right in front of me.
 
The same vice-like grip I felt during our arm wrestle locks itself around
my left wrist and she's spun me around with my back facing her, my wrist
locked behind my back. She plants a long leg behind my knee, moves out to
stand next to me, and releases my wrist. But just as i'm about to bring
my arm around front to protect myself she takes her arm and throws it
across my chest. With her leg still locked behind my knee, she draws it
back while pushing her arm against my chest. I fall backwards hard onto
the floor.
 
Nikki takes a step back and puts her hands on her hips, looking down at
me. "Come on, Jack", she says, "I know you can do better than that."
 
It's a comment that for a moment draws me away from my fear and into
anger. I think of the men she taunted on the tape and realize I don't
want to be one of them. If i'm going to go down, i'm going to go down
fighting.
 
I spring from the floor and tackle Nikki hard through her mid-section,
forcing her off her feet and onto her back. She lets out a grunt on
impact and I scramble on top of her, going for her wrists. Then I
remember something from the tape, and just in time. I back away quickly
from my attempt to force my body weight on Nikki and pin her wrists, just
as her deadly, steel-strong legs are coming up to clamp themselves around
my torso. I catch her by the ankles with my hands just before she can get
the vice grip down, and thrust her legs off to the side, quickly getting
to my feet.
 
Nikki rises as well and smiles. "Ooooh, Jack....you studied that tape,
didn't you?" She's literally licking her lips, and she's gone flush with
what looks like sexual excitement. "You don't want to experience my jiu
jitsu hold--you really don't. And good for you for being ready for that.
But how long can you avoid my legs, Jack? How long before I catch you in
my web?"
 
I don't have an answer. I know I'm just buying time by escaping from her
attempted leg lock. I try to put those thoughts away and concentrate
instead on the fact that even though we're of equal height, I still have
at least 40 pounds on Nikki. I look at her, the very personification of
feminie beauty--the soft, full lips, silky long brown hair, tied back to
show off even more of her exotic, beautiful face with its high cheekbones
and soft skin, almond-shaped eyes, sparkling forth with their
rare emerald green shade. Of course I can beat her--she's just a woman,
right?
 
Her impossibly long legs speak first of grace, before I remember they are
all muscle underneath the skin-hugging black leggings. It's true as well
of her arms, sleek and long and deceptively strong. How could she have
beaten me so quickly in that arm wrestling contest? How strong is she
now? I realize a moment before she comes at me again that my thoughts
have retreated to doubt and fear, and i'm just kidding myself thinking I
have any advantage by virtue of being a man.
 
Nikki has grabbed my arms on either side and we lock in a brief upper
body struggle for leverage. Brief because she wins. She's forced my arms
downward and i'm thrown off balance and she's going for her signature
move--the leg to the back of the knee-- lock and sweep throw. She's got
her leg locked but I know this move by now and I set my leg hard,
resisting her pull-back. She's trying to draw her leg back and is pushing
my shoulder at the same time. There's a deadlock for about 30 seconds as
I hold on and resist, but she refuses to withdraw her leg, and increases
the pressure. I'm tiring, and she knows it. I feel my leg giving way.
 
She gives a little yell/grunt like a female tennis player hitting a
forehand smash and throws me down to the floor, my body striking hard on
the carpet. She's on me in an instant, straddling me and clamping her
thighs hard to my sides. Nikki has my wrists in her strong hands and
begins pushing downward, while her thighs force the air from my lungs as
they squeeze mercilessly inward. I start huffing for air, watching
helplessly as my arms struggle to keep her from pinning me. My arms are
starting to shake. My neck begins to ache from trying to keep it off the
floor, and worst of all is that Nikki seems to be hardly straining at
all. She has a bemused smile on her face, enjoying my struggle.
 
An involuntary and humilating whimper escapes my mouth one second before
she pins my wrists behind my head, and begins her count of victory. "One.
Two. Three."
 
But Nikki doesn't get off me, or release her grip. Instead, she moves her
knees up and presses them down on my biceps. It hurts, and she means it
to.
 
The smile is gone. "You disappoint me, Jack. You had a year to prepare
for this rematch, and this is the best you can do? I'm bursting to have
sex with you, and you're doing nothing to make that happen. Give me a
reason why I should even go to a second round with you."
 
My mind races, but I can think of nothing to say excpet "Get off me,
Nikki."
 
"You're in no position to tell me what to do, Jack. I'll get off you when
I feel like it. What did you think would happen...that you could just sit
around for a year, get soft, then come back here and beat me because I'm
a woman? Is that it, Jack? You figured you could always eke out a win
because i'm just a girl? Well, this girl just kicked your ass pretty
good. You're being held down by a woman, a female--the so-called 'weaker
sex'. How does that make you feel, Jack?"
 
She grinds her knees harder into my arms. The increase in
physical discomfort combines with the psychological humiliation Nikki has
decided to inflict on me, and I wince in pain...more, i think from her
words than her assault. In that instant, a desperate idea crosses my
mind. A long shot, to be sure, but what do I have to lose?
 
"Alright, Nikki, alright....you win."
 
"I know I win, Jack. Tell me something i don't know."
 
"Next round, Nikki....you know the rules...."

She gets off and stands over me. "Yeah, Jack, I know the rules. Let's
just get this over with so I can continue this fruitless search for a man
who can actually defeat me. I'll make you submit this time because at
least it'll be quicker. It'll hurt for as long as you're willing to deal
with the pain, but you deserve it for getting my hopes up. Let's go."

I get up slowly, rubbing my aching arms. Then I brush past Nikki, and she
says "What--you're leaving? Jesus, Jack, you're a bigger pussy than I
thought."

"I'm not leaving, Nikki. I'll be right back."

I go in to the bathroom and a minute later I come out.......completely
naked.

For the first time since I laid eyes on her, Nikki looks shocked. She
speaks slowly.

"Jack. What the hell....do you think...you're doing?"

I don't say a word, but start walking slowly towards Nikki, slowly my
eyes fixed on hers. She actually backs up a step, but she has a look that
could strike me dead.

"I'm warning you, Jack. Unless you want me to rip that thing right off,
you'll put your clothes back on....now."

I'm in it now, no going back. My gambit will either pay off or this woman
will damage me in ways i'll probably regret for the rest of my life. Now
i'm standing inches from her. She's breathing heavily, a raging look in
her eyes.

"Don't make me hurt you, Jack."

"Nikki", I say, as calmly as I can muster "Shut up and get on the bed."

"Are you crazy?"

"You're calling me crazy, Nikki? You haven't had sex in a year. You bring
random men--complete strangers--to a hotel room, and wrestle them. You
deny yourself a pleasure you yearn for because none of them can beat you.
It's time to end it, Nikki. It's time to give yourself what you really
want."

I say this last part in a whisper, my lips brushing against her ear, and
I feel Nikki shudder. Her breathing has become a panting.

"No, Jack....my rules...this is my game...."

"We can still play the game, Nikki. Just get on the bed."

I've backed her up to the edge of the bed. We're standing toe to toe and
i'm leveling my gaze directly at hers. I take the palm of my hand and
give her a gentle push, and she falls back on the bed with a gasp. I
crawl on top of her and straddle her. For a brief moment it seems she's
going to resist and shove me off her, but I rub against her, my member
hard. She lets out a low moan and I gently grab her wrists, already lying
flat on the bed.

"Now repeat after me, Nikki", I say softly. "One."

"Damn you, jack....."

"Say it, Nikki--one...."

"One...."

"Two...."

"Two...."

"Three....."

There is a pause. Nikki shuts her eyes, starts to bring her wrists up but
I push back gently, as she whispers  "Three."

"I beat you, Nikki".

"No....no...."

"Yes, Nikki. Say it. Say I beat you."

She opens her eyes, amazingly.... wet with tears. "You beat me, Jack."

"Good girl", I say. "Now get undressed."

Nikki practically rips off her leotard and climbs on top of me. There's a
pulsing heat rising from her naked, glorious body. She's already wet and
I'm inside her, and much like a year ago, the roles now reversed, she
comes almost immediately, and has multiple more orgasms by the time I'm
finished. We fall into each other's arms, panting, happy to just let the
sweat cool on our bodies. We say nothing, then make love twice more.
 
Exhausted, near the brink of sleep, Nikki whispers into my ear "You
cheated, Jack."
"No, Nikki....I just bent the rules a little."
"I'm glad you did. I needed that so badly, Jack. You were very brave to
try that, and I'm sorry i called you a pussy."
I laugh and she smiles and nuzzles her nose into my neck. I make a mental
note to appreciate this post-coital moment--how lucky I am to be naked
with this most stunning woman, rather than kicked out of her room,
alone with a battered and bruised body and ego. I need to sleep, but I
also have questions.
 
"Nikki...can you tell me, now that we've come this far....who are you?
Why did you start this game, this obsession? Why this terrible need to
prove your physical dominance over men?"
 
Nikki sighs and says, "I'll tell you, Jack. I promise. But please, not
tonight. I'm finally happy right now, in this moment, and I just need you
to hold me. I'll tell you my story, Jack....but please, for tonight, can
you just hold me?"
 
I put my arms around the most beautiful, dangerous woman I've ever known,
and say not another word.