Easy Come, Easy Go
by brooksie  brooksie@pacificcoast.net
A dream girl appears in my life, then suddenly vanishes


"I can't believe I'm doing this", was all I could think to myself as we drove
towards my place. I had picked up a hooker and asked if she would wrestle with
me for money! Recently I had begun to explore the many internet sites devoted
to women who wrestle, ordered a couple of videos and received brochures from
several other companies. I couldn't believe the level of muscularity and
strength of some of these women. They were incredible! I had begun thinking
about contacting one of them for a match, but I had some trepidation. First of
all, financial. I didn't know of anyone where I lived so I'd have to travel to
do this. I wasn't that far from Seattle but it would still mean driving or
some other form of transportation. I'm a Canadian, so I had a bit of a laugh
when I thought of pulling up to the border and facing the inevitable question
"Purpose of your visit, sir?" Then there would be the matter of hotel and
meals and all this in U.S. currency, which added 40% to the cost of the trip.
Damn that exchange rate! Anyway, it added up to a significant chunk of change,
enough that I would have to save up for it. There was also the question of
venue. A lot of encounters seem to take place in hotels, but I hadn't seen too
many hotel rooms that were big enough for a real wrestling contest. Maybe if
the bed was moved but lots of them were not moveable. I didn't want to be
restricted to some little space on the floor or worse, on the bed itself. I
wanted to be able to use lifts and throws (and vice-versa), to compete fully
against a women sho was strong and skilled enough to defeat me, in short, to
have tried my best and been beaten by a superior female wrestler. Finally,
there was the question of my ability to control my sexual functions. I was
aware that few, if any, wrestlers provided sexual services and wasn't looking
for that, but I did find the idea of wrestling a woman, particularly one who
was better at it than I, very stimulating. What if I ejaculated? Suffice it to
say, I had a lot of questions but I figured that once I had the money put
aside I'd begin e-mail correspondence with a few candidates and see if I could
get some answers. I knew of two wrestlers based in Seattle, Raquel and Remi.
Raquel had her own website which I'd visited. Apparently, so did Remi but I
could never seem to connect to it. There was C & B video, a reputable-looking
company who I'd ordered an excellent video from (MU-5 Angelica vs. Bob) which
I was prettly sure could set me up with someone as well as answer my
questions. In the meantime, I had a bit of a conundrum on my hands. The idea
of wrestling a woman was constantly on my mind, day in, day out, which brings
me back to my present situation.

I had been driving home from visiting a friend, passing through and area
frequented by working girls. I spotted this woman from about a block away. She
had an obviously muscular, athletic frame and I felt my pulse quicken. Slowing
down as I neared the corner where she was standing, I could see she was
everything I thought and more. Broad shoulders, good sized firm looking arms
tapering to a tight waist and abdomen and her legs -- oh my God! Her
quadriceps were big and flared and her huge, hard calves were solid muscle. I
stared at her as I drove past. She didn't smile but gave me a look that was
inviting and non-committal all at once. She had dark eyes, short black hair
and very strong facial lines. It was hard to guess her ancestry, maybe Italian
or Slavek. My heart was pumping and I decided to circle the block and talk to
her. I had no idea how she would respond, but I was going to ask her for a
wrestling match. I circled the block and pulled into the empty spot in front
of her. She glanced over with the same inscrutible expression on her face. Our
eyes met and she arched an eyebrow as if to say "you want something?" I
reached over and unlocked the passenger door and she casually sauntered over,
opened the door and got in. "Hi", I said, gulping. My throat was dry and I was
shaking slightly. "What can I do for you?" she asked. Her voice was even, calm
and very sultry and I loved the sound of it. "Well", I said, swallowing deeply
"I'm looking for something a little different." "Uh-huh and what would that
be?", not sounding particularly interested. "I'm looking for someone strong
and athletic." I continued. "That would be me." she said, "And what do you
want this person for?" I paused, searching for the right words and finally
blurted out "I want to find a woman who can whip my butt in a wrestling
match." She didn't laugh or get out of the car. Those were good signs, I
thought. "Wrestling, eh?" she mused. "Yeah, do you know anything about it?" I
asked eagerly. "Oh yeah." she answered confidently. I asked her a few
questions about holds and her responses indicated that she did indeed know
something about wrestling. I asked if it was okay to go to my place and when
she said that was no problem, we negotiated a price which, frankly, was about
half of what I expected to pay. She seemed completely comfortable doing this
but she was hard to get a read on. I couldn't say she was enthusiastic but
something in her manner made me feel like she was looking forward to it.

As we drove along, I asked her about her athletic background and found out she
had done some power-lifting and still trained with weights occasionally. She
didn't offer much about her wrestling experience, saying she'd done a bit,
mostly with boyfriends and brothers. She also revealed a fair knowledge of
wine, motorcycles and music. This woman, whose name was Dee, had both muscles
and depth. I enjoyed our conversation very much and by the time we got to my
place, I found myself quite attracted to her in ways other than just physical.
She had asked on the way over if she could shower, so I showed her to the
bathroom and used the opportunity to rearrange the living room. I layed out a
couple of futons for us to wrestle on. I heard the water shut off and suddenly
felt very nervous. I was minutes away from wrestling this very
powerful-looking woman or at least, I hoped so. I was afraid she might assume
we were going to roll around for a bit, have some perfunctory sex and that
would be it. I had told her on the way over that wasn't what I was looking
for, that I wanted a friendly but competitive wrestling match with a woman who
was prepared to go all out to beat me. She had simply answered "no problem"
but things had gone so well up to now I kept thinking it was too good to be
true. The bathroom door opened and she came out with a towel wrapped around
her. She looked at the set up, nodded approvingly and asked if I minded if she
warmed up a bit first. I said by all means, go ahead. I was wearing a pair of
shorts and a tee shirt but I hadn't asked what she would wrestle in. I thought
she might have something in her bag but she just took off the towel and handed
it to me. My god, I thought, is this woman ever built! Stark naked, she
limbered up a bit, did a few stretches, then slowly, evenly, lowered herself
into a full split. She held that for 20 to 30 seconds before rolling onto her
stomach and doing a headstand. She droppped back down and put one hand behind
her back and began banging out one-armed pushups. I was too stunned to count
how many. She switched arms and did another set, then got to her knees and
leaned back until her head touched the floor. Using her hands for support, she
lifted her pelvis off the floor and went into a wrestler's bridge position
with only her head and feet touching the floor. After that she sat up, rolled
her shoulders a few times and stood up, facing me. "Alright, I'm ready. How do
you want to start?" You're going to wrestle nude?" I asked. "Is that a
problem?" I shook my head.

We elected to start standing and she went into a crouch, hands out in front of
her. Everything about her seemed poised and confident. I shifted my weight
from one leg to another, uncertain of what to do. I made a couple of awkward
attempts to get her in a headlock but she easily fended off my attacks. I
tried a few feints which she ignored, keeping her eyes fixed on my chest. Not
knowing what else to do, I went low and picked up a leg. Dee seemed
unconcerned and smiled slightly as she swung her other leg up and locked my
waist in a scissors hold. She didn't show any signs of strain as she held
herself up by her legs and said, in that same calm, even tone "Well, that
didn't work out too well, did it?" She had a bit of teasing lilt to her voice.
I pushed at the sides of her knees with no effect and then felt the first
contraction from her legs. A burst of pain shot through my chest as she
squeezed my ribcage. She chuckled at the shocked expression of my face and
squeezed her legs again, this time holding the pressure. I moaned and heard
her growl "Down!" and crushed my sides eith even more force. My ribs ached, my
eyes began to water and I couldn't draw a full breath. I sank to my knees and
Dee swung her legs, taking me over to my left side. My left arm was pinned
underneath my own body weight, but my right arm was free and I used it to try
unlocking her ankles. They felt as though they were fused together. Turning my
wrist to the inside I grabbed one of her feet around the toes, planning on
squeezing them together and trying to twist her foot loose. As soon as I did
that, she lay right back and cranked the body scissors even harder. I could
barely breath at all and felt bile forming in the back of my throat. "Let go
of my foot now or I'll crack your ribs." she said menacingly. I immediately
removed my hand and that same calm tone returned to her voice. "Had enough?"
she asked. "Yes" I whispered "I give." "Say mercy." she demanded. "Mercy,
please, mercy." I moaned and she unlocked her ankles and slid her bottom leg
out from under me while playfully pushing me onto my back with her top one.

As I lay there trying to recover, she stood and placed her foot on my chest.
"How was that?" she wanted to know. "Wow." was all I could say, still feeling
woozy. "Your legs are killers." I added. A slight smile crossed her face and
she removed her foot. I rolled over onto my hands and knees but still didn't
feel ready to stand up. "Anytime you're ready", I heard her say. I asked for
another minute and when I stood and turned to face her she was clasping her
hands behind her back, flexing her triceps. I could see where her arm size
came from. Her biceps were hard and had a swell but no real peak to them. Her
triceps however, were thick and defined. As she turned towards me I glanced at
the clock and saw than only five minutes had gone by since we started
wrestling. We'd agreed on half and hour but at this rate, I didn't know if I'd
last that long. We moved towrds each other and this time she surpised me again
by switching tactics, springing at me. In no time at all she got her arms
around my shoulders, stuck a leg behind me and tripped me to the floor. She
followed up by dropping onto her knees, right on my stomach. I let out a gasp
as the air left my lungs while she positioned herself on top of me. She took
hold of my wrists and pulled my arms above my head as she settled her weight
down on me. Rather than go for a hold, she was content to let me struggle
while she kept up the full body press. I squirmed my legs free, got them in
between hers and bent them up, my feet planted on the floor. I tried thrusting
my pelvis up, hoping to throw her weight forward and managed one ineffectual
attempt before I felt her slide her feet underneath my calves and around
overtop of my ankles. I tried to free my legs but she had them stretched wide,
with my feet off the floor. My legs were trapped, leaving me with nothing else
to do except try to force her off me using my arms, but she had her weight
perfectly positioned and I couldn't lift them more than a few inches before
she slammed me back down. After a few minute of this my legs began to cramp
and I gave up again. "You win, I give." I said. "Say mercy and I'll let you
go." she promised. "Mercy." I responded, but she continued to hold me, flexing
her legs tight. "Louder, say it again." she commanded and I begged her to
release me. She held me for a few more seconds before releasing the hold.
"Jesus you're strong." I said, stretching my cramped up legs and rubbing my
sore ankles " and you can really wrestle. I don't know if I can beat you."
"You can't." she said simply. I took another look at the clock and saw that
about twelve minutes had elapsed.

I got us some water and we took a break. Dee sat with her knees drawn up to
her chest and, as I set my glass down, I was admiring her broad V-shaped back
and thick trapesius muscles. "You are amazing" I told her "I love your back
and shoulders." I knelt behind her, running my hands over her lats and lightly
massaging her neck and shoulders. "Mmm, that feels good." she purred. Funny,
that's exactly what I was thinking. After a couple of minutes of this I was
quite aroused and held her tight, nuzzling her on the neck and ears. She
didn't seem to mind. I'd never felt a woman like that before. She absolutely
radiated strength and power. Eventually she shifted her position and turned
around. "Well", she challenged "are you ready for me to make you beg for mercy
again?"

I had an odd, conflicted feeling. On one hand, this was exactly what I'd
fantasized about -- a strong, muscular woman could wrestle and wasn't shy
about exerting herself. On the other hand, she was making it look ridiculously
easy. She hadn't even broken a sweat. I wanted it to be a contest but she was
mopping the floor with me. I began to realize that not only was she stronger
but she actually knew how to wrestle, whereas I knew some holds or more
accurately, I knew of some holds but had little experience applying them or
escaping from them. Now that I knew what Dee was capable of, I resolved to put
up a better battle this time. "OK , I'm ready." "Are you now?" she said
patronizingly. "Don't be so sure of yourself." I said, trying to sound
confident. "Oh" she replied "you mean your're going to start trying now?"
Zing! One more for her. Lacking a witty reply, I said "Let's go."

Once again she stood still, waiting for me to make the first move. I took hold
of her arms and tried to pull her off balance but was not finding it very
easy. I tried pushing her back but had no luck there either. I put my foot
behind her knee and pushed again and we both fell over, with me landing
squarely on top of her. Her expression changed from that familiar mix of
curiosity and indifference to one that was was easier to read. Lips tight, jaw
set, her face became focused and determined as she concentrated on getting out
from under me. Fortunately for me I had landed right on her stomach and that
slowed her down enough for me to use a hold I learned from a wrestling video.
Grabbing her wrists, I yanked her arms over her head. Then I leaned forward
shifting my weight to my forearms. I got hold of the opposite wrist (her right
with my right and vice-versa) and crossed her arms, pulling her elbows tight
against her ears. Then I slid my weight back so I was sitting on her stomach.
This method of pinning the arms seemed quite effective as she struggled to
free herself only briefly before changing her strategy. She seemed to have
recovered her wind and began thrusting her hips, trying to buck me off her. I
was remaining astride her but with difficulty and decided to try grapevining
her legs. She successfully thwarted my attempts long enough for her to scissor
one of my legs. She used her grip on my legs to get me off balance enough for
her to jerk one of her arms free from my grasp. She jammed her forearm against
my throat and pushed upward while pulling her other arm loose. Grabbing my
head and chin with both her hands, she twisted my neck and sent me tumbling
off her and onto my side. She let the scissors go and we grappled, trying to
gain an advantage until she wound up behind me with her arms around my chest
and arms. We were lying on our sides, her breasts pressing into my back.
Slowly Dee manoeuvered us so that she was on her knees while I was sitting on
my butt in front of her, my arms still trapped by her bearhug, her chin
digging into my shoulder. She rested her weight on my back, bending me forward
and held that position for a few seconds before rolling onto her back and
capturing my waist betweeen her legs. She let go of the bearhug and put on arm
around my neck so that her elbow was under my chin, tilting her head back.
With her other arm she reached over my right shoulder and hooked my arm. All
this happened in seconds as she moved with precision and accuracy. My left arm
was free but I could neither reach her ankles or pull her arm from around my
neck. I couldn't think of what to do until it occurred to me to jam my thumb
into the underside of her elbow. It wasn't a very well thought out plan. As
soon as I did it she tightened the scissors and adjusted her neck hold from
under my chin to right against my adam's apple. I couldn't breath and my head
began swimming. "Put your arm down now and I'll let you breath." she hissed. I
instantly complied and she lessened the pressure on my throat. "That wasn't
very smart", she observed and punched my ribs with her legs, sending a sharp
pain up my sides. I knew I was defeated and gave up. "No more please, you're
the winner, please stop." "Uh huh and...?" "You're the best, the strongest,
please, I give up...uncle!" "You know what I want to hear. Say the magic
word." "Mercy." "Not good enough! I want to hear you beg." I begged and
pleaded, promised to worship her, anything to get her to let me go. She made
me promise to obey her, which I did and finally felt her unlock her legs from
around my waist. I was busy filling my lungs with air while she took a couple
of pillows from the couch and rested her head on them. "You can start by
kissing the feet of your mistress." she commanded. >From there she guided my
mouth, tongue and hands up her powerful lower body, inch by inch, telling me
exactly what to do the whole time. Her instructions were explicit. Eventually
I was kissing the inside of her upper thighs while she fingered herself. She
told me to use my tongue on her pussy and guided me thoroughly, telling me
exactly what to do, when to slow down, speed up and so on. I found it
incredibly exciting and wished my girlfriends had done this. It made the whole
experience so much more erotic with the uncertainty and guess work removed.
This, I realized was the culmination of it all. Physically bested by a
powerful female who then exercised her right to force her conquest to pleasure
her precisely as she instructed. Soon she began to writhe and moan until she
came in a furious explosion that soaked my face with her juices. "Don't stop"
she gasped "please don't stop." By this time Dee was no longer telling me what
to do. She was panting as if she'd just run up ten flights of stairs, moaning,
whimpering and making all manner of erotic sounds. I lost count of the number
of orgasms she had. She was nearly screaming now and thrusting her hips so
violently that I could no longer use my tongue effectively. I began to suck
her nipples and used my hand instead, giving her one more rocket blast orgasm.
She kept moaning and writhing and finally sighed deeply and pulled me into her
arms. Dee had a contented smile and her skin was flush, her hair wet and
tousled. Her eyes were closed and I studied her face. She was really quite a
beautiful woman. "Is my mistress pleased?" I asked. "Oh yes, yes. I've never
come like that before. Thankyou, that was wonderful." There was no doubting
her sincerity and I lay back, feeling like the world's greatest lover. "Now
it's your turn." I heard her say. I was surprised but grateful. I told her
about my extremely sensitive nipples shich she proceeded to lavish attention
on before going down on me. It took only seconds before I started to twitch
and she switched to using her hand just before I let go with an enormous burst
of semen, most of which she cought in her hand and proceeded to slather over
her nipples as well as mine. Then she lowered her breasts onto my my chest,
wiggling and rubbing our nipples together. My cock stayed hard and,
incredibly, I felt myself spasm again with another ejaculation. This had never
happened to me before. We lay in each others arms for a long time before she
said "I need another shower and so do you. Come on."

We washed each other's bodies, toweled off and got dressed. She helped me put
the living room back together and removed the futon covers, which were badly
in need of washing. Glancing at the clock, I saw that nearly two hours had
passed since we began wrestling. I sure can't say I didn't get my money's
worth. As I drove her back to the corner where I'd picked her up she told me
"I'm not out on the street very often. I mostly just see regulars." "Could I
be a regular?" I asked hopefully. She smiled and jotted down a phone number.
"You can call this number and leave a message telling me when to call you
back." I dropped her off and she gave me a light kiss on the lips before
stepping out of the car. "See you soon." she said and I reluctantly drove
away.

Postscript: I did see her a several more times over the next couple of months.
We even went out to dinner at a very high class seafood restaurant. She wore a
tight, black sleeveless dress that showed off her large, round shoulders and
thickly-muscled upper back. Every head, male and female, turned as the hostess
escorted us to our table. Dee was a delightful dinner companion, intelligent
and engaging. I think I was actually falling for her. We saw each other one
more time after the dinner date. The next time I phoned the number she'd given
me I was crushed to hear a "no longer in service" recording. For the next few
months I constantly patrolled the area where we'd met, but I never saw her
again.