Fighter For Hire Elliebi@aol.com This story is about a woman who is available for a good fight. She'll go one-on-one, in a crowd, and perform at a gathering, but you better come across with her money. Please tell me what you think. Rikki Sacchi put her clothes on to leave the party. As she walked through the people, she stopped in front of the host and asked for her money. He tried to brush her aside, but she persisted. "Listen, you toad, I want the $500 now," Rikki snapped as he pushed her away. "One more shove bozo and you'll end up like that bitch I beat up. Now you assholes all got your entertainment, now pay up." "Calm down, you greaseball bitch," Barnard yelled. He was a bigshot businessman who got what he wanted and never paid for it. "Here's $100, now get lost. You beat the crap out of her. All we wanted was a little show, not a goddamn slaughter. You beat her so bad she can hardly stand. Now get out!" "You dickhead!" Rikki screamed. "All these pricks were jerkin' off while I took her apart and I want the $500 NOW! You're the asshole who pushed her to fight me. Just 'cuz she's some bimbo you screw. You wanted the fight, not me. Now pay up!" Barnard pushed her again and Rikki grabbed an arm and twisted it into a hammerlock, then grabbed his hair and threw him into a wall. One of his bodyguards moved toward her. "You take one more step and he'll qualify for a boy's choir," she warned. "Now back off." Rikki slammed his face into the wall a few more times until she broke the nose and it bled. "Now do I get my $500 or do you get a new face?" Barnard started to mumble, but Rikki drove a fist into a kidney and he collapsed in her arms. She pulled up hard on the shoulder until he screamed. "Ugh, god, give her the money," he cried. The bodyguard gave her five new $100 bills. She stuffed them into her jeans pocket, pulled Barnard across the room, spun him around and dropped him with a vicious knee to his groin. "Now ya scumbag, don't ever fuck with me or any other girls you hire for your cheap thrills. Ya got that?" Barnard nodded as he held his hands to his throbbing balls. He was kneeling in front of her afraid she'd beat him even more. As she stepped into the elevator she thought another easy $500. But this time she was afraid she might have pissed on the wrong guy. Ah fuck 'em, time to sleep. Early the next morning, she felt a warm body slide into bed. Rikki rolled over and draped an arm over Angie Hedison. Both women sighed and curled up together. They got up around 8 AM and showered together. Rikki was a well-built woman on 28 who stood 5'7, 159 lbs and measured a ripped 37-24-36 with 16-inch arms and thick, muscular thighs. Angie loved her very much and was an excellent mate as well as sparring partner for Rikki. Angie was no slouch and also had a well-muscled body, though not as cut. She was also the conscience and common sense that Rikki sometimes needed. Later that morning at the local coffee shop, Rikki told Angie about the night before. Angie warned her about going too far with some of these bums she performed for, but Rikki wouldn't listen. Rikki, one o' these days, ya gonna be found dead in an alley. Ya gotta stop this shit now," Angie pleaded with her lover. But she knew Rikki wouldn't stop. "Angie, between my job and this I clear over $1500 a week. And this is all cash so there ain't no taxes. Where am I gonna find somethin' this good?" They argued a while longer, then went back to the apartment. Rikki checked her e-mails for any business. "Hey Angie, look at this. This guy wants me to fight him an' his wife. He'll gimme $1000 for both fights. Whadaya think?" "I think if you go, I should go with you. I don't like this 2-on-1 thing." Rikki agreed and she sent an e-mail back. They finally set up the fights for next Sunday at 2 PM at the couple's home on Long Island. Angie and Rikki arrived at the home at 2 PM on Sunday. A woman answered who showed them into the living room. "Hello, I'm Donna Christo and this is my husband, Mark," She said in a cold tone. "Would you like a drink before our little party?" Both girls asked for watered-down orange juice and sat down. "I guess you'd like to know about us," Mark said. "We like a free lifestyle where both of us can do as we like. We take great care of ourselves as you can see and we stay very active. Now I'm 5'10, 196 with no fat and Donna's 5'8, 156 also with no fat. I don't know if your friend is interested, but she can join in. We'll pay her a thousand to take part in this. Oh one other thing, these fights will in front of several of our friends, about 12 people. Is that okay?" Rikki answered with some excitement. "That's fine thank you. Angie came along because she's worried about me and this two-on-one set up. Whadaya think, you wanna join in?" "Sure, I'd love to," Angie answered. "Nothing I like better than an even fight, especially with such good-looking people and a thousand thrown in. What are the rules, if any?" "You can't go after the eyes with fingers, knees, or elbows," Donna answered. "No clawing breasts or balls; you can grab them, but no clawing. We wear karate gloves so the hands can still grab and punch. That's about it. Any questions? Oh yes, here's the $2000." Rikki answered, "No that says it all and thanks for the money." "There is one other thing you should know. Mark is not one of your opponents. My mother, Doris is. She's upstairs getting ready. She's 57 years old, 5'6, and 149 lbs. I hope you don't mind." Rikki was amazed, but answered in a cocky voice, "No that's fine if she can take it. I don't want to be responsible for the death of an elderly person." "Oh don't worry, mother has been at this longer than you've been alive. She'll do just fine. Maybe you two should worry about losing to an 'old lady'." Just then Doris came down wearing red spandex thigh-length tights and black crop top. She was very well built with very little fat. Her arms looked to be about 14 inches and she looked all of 40 if a day older. She shook hands with Rikki and Angie and stood ready for action. "I hope we're not talking all day. I've been looking forward to this and really want to make sure we give you two a good tussle. We've heard a lot about you Rikki and much of it has been about your 'anything goes' attitude. That's fine with us just so long as there aren't any complaints afterwards." Doris certainly was ready and quite willing to start. "Did Donna show you where to change into your fighting clothes? It's upstairs to the right in the blue bedroom. We'll be in the garage waiting. Don't be long." The girls came down and were led to the garage. It was a three-car garage with one corner walled off into an empty room with mats. The two inner walls were reduced to two feet in height for the audience. The two girls looked absolutely stunning. Rikki wore her favorite black leather briefs with leather studded bra and Angie wore black and purple lycra bike shorts and red t-back shirt that highlighted every curve. The three hosts were taken with the outfits and offered their approval. Doris held Angie and ran her hands over the material while admiring her. Finally Mark called out for the first match. It would be Doris and Angie. Doris wore dark blue women's run shorts and a braless, red tank top with her nipples protruding. She looked very confident and eager to start. Both were barefooted. Mark introduced them like at a pro fight and the women hammed it up with waves and jumping to get their breasts bouncing. It seemed that both men and women liked seeing that. The crowd approved and cheered each fighter. Mark called them out and went over the few rules then sent them back the their corners. These fights were one fall until submission or pin. At the bell both women came out fast. Angie moved in close and grabbed Doris' hair, but the older woman quickly drove a left into Angie's belly then rammed a knee into her crotch. Angie fell back dazed, clutching her crotch and trying to back away. Doris moved in a lashed out with a solid left to Angie's jaw, snapping her head to the left. She saw stars for a few seconds, just long enough for Doris to continue the attack with more left-right combos to Angie's head and breasts. She tried to cover up, but Doris came at her like a tigress. Angie finally tied her up and stayed that way until Doris pushed her off. Angie stayed away from her until she got her breath. Doris was relentless as she kept coming at her. Finally trapping Angie against a wall, Doris jabbed Angie's face several times, raising red welts on her cheeks and chin. Doris threw more jabs, then suddenly drove a knee into Angie's crotch. The knee caught poor Angie offguard and she nearly caved in from the intense pain. Her arms dropped as she rubbed her sensitive crotch. Tears filled her eyes and she fell against the wall for support. "Ugh, oh god, please stop," cried Angie as she tried to ease the pain. But Doris just smiled and moved back in. A shoulder block to Angie's belly left Angie breathless and she fell to one knee. Doris delivered a vicious spin kick to Angie's head sending the beaten girl into the wall and down on the mat. Angie barely knew where she was as she rolled onto her back. She tried to stand, but Doris was ready. When Angie got to one knee, Doris grabbed her hair and slammed punches into Angie's face. With each punch sweat flew over the walls and mat as the punches snapped her head around. Soon dark red bruises formed over Angie's and her nose was bleeding. The sweat and blood were dripping down her face and over her chest and the floor. Doris had no notion of letting up; her sadistic desires would see Angie rolling in pain before this was over. Doris pulled her up and grabbing her hair slammed her face into the wall. Holding her Doris pounded Angie's kidneys with painful punches that had Angie crying. Doris stopped and stepped back laughing at her badly beaten opponent. As Angie stumbled away from the wall, Doris leaped high and drove both feet into Angie's face and chest with a perfect flying dropkick. The force of the kick sent Angie into the wall. She stayed there a second, then slid down to the mat, nearly unconcious. Doris moved in to finish the job, but Rikki yelled out to stop. "What, you mean this tough bitch can't take it?" Doris sneered. "You mean this old broad is too much for her? Maybe I should have taken you." Rikki rushed to Angie and sat her up. She was coming to, but her face was a mess of bruises and cuts. She didn't have the strength to help herself up so Rikki helped her stand. The crowd was quiet as they walked to the bedroom they dressed in. Angie lay on the bed as Rikki helped rub some of the bruises covering her body. Neither had been beaten like this. A few minutes later, a woman entered the room. "I'm Karen Porter and a doctor. Let me take a look at her." "Why do you care about us?" Rikki asked, not sure whether to trust her. "You're one of the friends who wanted us dead." "No, I'm not," she answered. "Listen, no one out there likes the Christos. They're two snobbish assholes who use people and throw them away. You've got to really beat the crap out of her." "Why do you or your husband stay friendly with them? I'd get out fast and stay out." "It's not that easy. Mark has a lot of loans out to all of us and uses those loans to rule the rest of us around. They're both scum. Okay, she'll be fine with a lot of soreness, but she needs rest and a visit to an osteopath in about a week should do the trick. Remember, you go out there and kick her ass, really humiliate her." After another 10 minutes, Mark called for the next fight. Rikki came down to the garage ready for action. The crowd made some comments about this being another short fight. A few couples were betting on the time it would take for Donna to beat this bitch. Rikki thought she'd have her work cut out for her, but still felt very confident. She entered the room and Doris called out, "Do we need to call 911?" The crowd laughed but Rikki stared at her and answered, "No, she'll be okay." "I meant should we call it for you," Doris yelled as her friends laughed even more. Rikki was absolutely livid, but kept her composure, just concentrating on her fight. mark called them to the center for last minute instructions. Rikki glared at Donna who seemed preoccupied with her looks to pay any attention. Donna wore black spandex shorts and white sports bra. Her abs were slightly rippled, the thighs were muscular and very shapely and she gave off a sexy aura. She could have anyone in the room and most likely had over the years. Now she wanted this young bitch but only after teaching a lesson. At the bell, Rikki came out fast, but Donna strutted out slowly, showing off her body. She finally came to the center and laughed at Rikki. Rikki saw red, but as she prepared to strike, a spin kick hit her head and sent her sprawling across the room. Donna held her arms up as a winner to the loud cheers of her friends. Rikki slowly got up and shook her head. She slowly approached Donna who took up an exaggerated boxing stance, ridiculing her opponent. Rikki took up the same stance and as the audience and Donna laughed at her, lashed out with a vicious kick to Donna's crotch. The kick surprised her and she froze. Rikki moved in close and quickly drove a knee into Donna's belly, then grabbed her hair and rammed a knee into Donna's face. The kneelift sent Donna backwards into the wall. Before She could recover, Rikki had her in a side headlock, pounding her face with short jabs. With each punch, Donna grunted and became less coherent. She tried to push Rikki away, but Rikki held on tightly. Soon her arms lost their strength and fell limp. Rikki dragged her around the room then ran into the wall, smashing Donna's head into it. The garage wall shook from the force and as Rikki released her, the fighter fell to her knees. Rikki pulled Donna's hair back and began slamming a fist into her face. "You look so much better this way," Rikki said. "I think I'll just keep going to show your friends how tough you are." Rikki yanked on Donna's hair and stood her up. Donna threw a wild punch at Rikki, but Rikki ducked and slammed a fist into her belly, then lifted her in a fireman's carry and threw her against the wall. Donna hit the wall and fell to the mat totally dazed. Quickly pulling her up by and arm, Rikki threw Donna against the half wall where her friends were seated. Donna hit the wall hard, her back slamming into the waist-high wall. She fell over the top of the wall and landed on the floor in front of the guests. Rikki jumped to the top of the wall and flew off landing with both knees on Donna's chest. The blow completely defeated Donna who lay writhing in pain on the floor. Rikki walked back into the fighting room and waited. "Hey sweetie, come back in here, I'm not finished. Why aren't your friends cheering you now?" Donna stumbles into the room, only to be met by a flurry of lefts and rights, bloodying her lovely face. Rikki managed to close one eye and had Donna staggering around the room. She was badly beat up, but wouldn't fall. The blood and sweat poured off her head, streaking her bra and skin. Donna was breathing hard, unable to focus on Rikki. Rikki moved in and kicked Donna's ass, sending her across the room. She liked the humiliation and kept kicking her around the room. Finally Donna tried to swing around, but Rikki met her with a tackle taking them both to the mat. She got on top and moved up onto Donna's chest. With a yank, she pulled the bra off and threw it to the audience. Fo a second, Rikki was mesmerized by the lovely, perfect breasts. They were so inviting with the large, hard nipples. But Rikki got back to business and pulled Donna's hair, lifting her head off the mat. "Now miss bitch, it's time to end this." She began slapping Donna, the sweat and blood flying around the floor with each slap. Donna's eyes slowly closed, her breathing coming very hard. Rikki looked around for her husband, but he just sat there shocked. She decided to end it with a choke hold. Wrapping a hand around her throat, Rikki had Donna gagging in a matter of seconds, her face turning very red. Barely able to wave her submission, Donna was thoroughly beaten. Rikki stood over her and let her catch her breath. Then with one swift motion, Rikki removed her black leather briefs and sat on Donna's face. "Okay dear, this is part of your payment." She slowly began grinding her pussy into Donna's mouth, getting more aroused as she kept going. Rikki soon grabbed both her breasts, rubbing and squeezing the nipples as she came over Donna's face. Donna was getting the flow of cream into her mouth and was starting to squirm in lust as the aroma and taste got to her. Rikki kept cuming as the tongue drove to ecstasy. Rikki swayed from the orgasms but stayed on top of Donna who now held her tight. The crowd was silent as they watched the sex spectacle. In a few minutes, Rikki started coming down, but Donna was still high with a lustful desire. Rikki stood over her and slowly squatted over Donna's face. She let loose with a pale golden stream over those bleeding lips and bruised cheeks. The sudden feeling of warmth drove Donna higher and she quickly began cuming. Donna writhed in ecstasy as she came over the mat, her hands rubbing her lips, fingers probing deep into her cunt. When she finished, Donna lay in a pool of sweat, piss and cum and Rikki walked back to her dressing room. When she got there, Angie was sitting up and applying ice to her headache. She could tell Rikki won and gave her a sloppy kiss on a cheek, which was the best she could with her swollen face. Karen Porter walked in a minute later and gave Rikki a big hug. "Thank you very much," Karen said as she held Rikki's hands. "you have no idea how long we've waited to see that. After all the beatings she given to all of us, this was pure heaven to see. Maybe now, she'll keep her big mouth closed more." Just as Rikki was about to say something, Doris barged in. "Hey, how about the two of us try it on in about 15 minutes?" she said challenging Rikki. "No thank you," Rikki snapped back at her. "I came for two fights and you've all had them. Angie, the $2000 and I will be going now." "Fucking tramp!" Doris spit out as Rikki wiped herself with a towel. "I think you're chicken to face me." "I know you're trying to get me mad so I'll face you, but you suck and I won't allow myself to even touch you, not even wearing gloves. You go take care of that pig of a daughter. I understand she needs some medical attention." "What if I stop you from leaving?" Doris threatened. "Yeah right, "Rikki answered nonchalantly. "Now go away before I swat you like a fly." Doris stomped away swearing and very upset with the girls. She wanted a piece of Rikki, but couldn't stop them. She went down to the garage and spread the story about how she was scared and was running out. She was really spreading it thick when Rikki and Angie showed up ready to fight. The crowd was impressed with these two and were buzzing about how this would really be a good asswhipping for that old bitch Doris. Doris was a bit surprised they showed up and looked a little shaken. The people who were supposedly friends were now openly cheering for Rikki. Only Mark was in her corner and he looked worried about the fight. At the bell, both women came out fast, hoping to get a jump on the other. Doris began with a spin kick to Rikki's head, but the younger fighter ducked. As she stood, Doris drove a foot into Rikki's belly, then came down on her neck with an elbow. Rikki fell to one knee and the crowd started cheering her to get up. Doris pulled her hair and stood her up. She moved right up to her face and spit at her. Rikki flinched and tried to pull back. Doris held on and rammed Rikki's cunt with a vicious kneelift. The poor girl cringed and grabbed her crotch leaving her face and body wide open. Doris held Rikki's chin and slammed a left into the girl's face, snapping Rikki's head back. Doris followed with a combination to Rikki's body and head. The young fighter was up against the wall taking shots like a heavy bag. She finally fell to her knees, badly beaten. Doris backed away and strutted around the room. She glared at some of the guests, thinking about getting back at them for running out on them. Rikki hated seeing this cocky bitch making fun of her and managed to get up, still leaning against the wall. "Hey you wrinkled cunt, this ain't over yet," Rikki snarled at her hated foe. "Come and get it." Doris wheeled around surprised that this young bitch still wanted to fight. "Okay cunt, you asked for it." Doris charged at Rikki and in one motion swung at Rikki's bruised face. Rikki stood against the wall looking half conscious. Doris drove her fist at Rikki's head, but Rikki ducked and the fist slammed into the wall, cracking the plaster. Doris howled in pain, her fist throbbing, and didn't see the flurry of fists that battered her face. Rikki just glared at her opponent as she drove fist after fist into the lovely face that was turning crimson with bruises and blood running from her nose and cut lips. Rikki pulled an arm and spun Doris around the room, then threw her into the wall. Doris was off her feet when she slammed into the wall, cracking more drywall. She fell to the mat in a heap, her eyes glazed over. She groped around the floor trying to find support to stand. Rikki grabbed an arm and helped her up, then drove a knee into Doris' belly, followed with a left hook to her head. Doris fell to both knees, her face a mess from the beating. She looked around for help, but Mark just sat there. Rikki helped Doris stand then picked her up for a bodyslam, but instead rammed her head into the wall. Doris' head was mashed against the wall, knocking her unconscious. She fell to the mat totally beaten. Rikki walked over to her and kicked her over, onto her back. Doris' chest was heaving trying to get air. Mark came over to help revive his mother-in-law. He carried her to a chair and softly cleaned her cuts and bruises. Donna sat next to them in pain and tried to comfort her mother. But neither was in any shape to do much else. Rikki walked over to the Christos and thanked them for a wonderful evening. She then walked over to Angie and they hugged. Mark walked to them and congratulated Rikki for two great fights. Then he dropped a bomb. "How would you like to give me a shot?" he asked. "I should avenge both Donna's and Doris' beatings. How do you feel about it?" "First of all, no. I'm dead tired from these fights. I did take quite a few shots and kicks myself so I have some aches, too. Besides, it's getting late and I need to go home. And Angie needs some rest. Thank you, but no." She started to leave when Angie took her aside. "Let's do it. We can both take him," Angie argued. "You're tired and I'm hurt so he should agree to face both of us, since he's fresh. Come on, let's ask him." "Mark, here's the deal. We both fight you, one at a time. You're fresh and we're hurt and tired so it should be a good deal for you." "You're on. See you in the garage in 15 minutes." He ran out and announced to the guests the new arrangement. There was a lot of excitement as everyone took on more refreshments. Then Rikki and Angie came in ready for another fight. Angie started and Mark came out swinging. He connected with Angie's head which sent her backwards into a half wall. He moved in fast and kept up the pressure, no letting her move. Finally getting her wits, Angie drove a knee into his balls. The sudden pain stopped him and gave her the chance to tag Rikki. She leaped over the half wall and launched a flying dropkick into Mark's face. He was totally unaware and caught both feet square in his mouth and nose. The kick sent him to the mat where Rikki jumped on him and tried to pin his arms with her knees. He resisted, but she began battering his face with lefts and rights. He tried to keep resisting, but her fists took a toll on her opponent. He finally managed to push her off and rolled away to stand. As he stood, Rikki tackled him, driving him into a half wall. The top of the wall caught him in the kidneys making him cry out in pain. Rikki threw him with a hip toss, then dropped a knee across his throat. Mark gagged as he tried to get a breath. The pressure across his throat was cutting into his breath and his arms flailed in panic. With all his squirming, Rikki slipped off and he got away. Angie was screaming for a tag, she was eager to get back at him, but Rikki wanted to wear him out first. She slowly got up and walked toward Mark who was ready. She feigned a boxing stance, then slid into his legs taking them out. As he fell, Mark felt two strong arms around his throat choking him. He clawed at them but she hung on like a python. As he got weaker, Rikki looked at Angie and nodded. Rikki dragged his limp body to their corner and tagged Angie. She came in and yanked Mark up by his hair. As he started to come around, she rammed a fist into his belly, doubling him over. Tehn just a quickly, she drove a knee into his face, smashing his nose. Mark's head snapped up and he fell defenseless to the mat. Angie picked him up and threw him into the wall. Her pent up anger was bad news for Mark. She threw him against the wall several times then used him as a punching bag. All her soreness was forgotten as she drove fist after fist into Mark's face and body. He tried to block the punches, but Angie kept punishing him with vicious flurries of lefts and rights. She toyed with him as he tried to stop her. He fell against her in a clinch, but she pushed him away and returned to battering him. Soon his arms hung limply at his sides leaving him totally helpless. With each punch, his body jerked and he grunted like a pig. Her fists sunk deep into his ripped stomach muscles, now turning to mush with each punch. His face was becoming a mess, covered with red welts and blood running from cut lips and a broken nose. With a final combo to his head, Mark sagged against the wall and slid to the floor, dazed and nearly unconscious. Angie looked at her handiwork, a broken and bleeding nose, cut lips and a mass of bruises on his face. His eyes looked up at her with a look of pleading to stop this slaughter. She laughed at him and walked to Rikki and hugged and kissed her lover. What a great day! The crowd gathered around the two young fighters and hugged and cheered them. They had been treated to a vicious, yet very enjoyable series of fights today with the right team winning. They followed the girls back to the house and stayed until they left. Everyone forgot about the Christos, which was probably the wrong thing to do. After all, payback is a mother------!