Slave Girl Challenge, Part Seven
by brooksie (brooksie@pacificcoast.net)
Two young women fight for the right to serve.




The next three weeks were agony for Angel.  It was partly caused by the
anticipation she'd expected to feel. But what she hadn't expected was a
feeling of sheer dread - a result of viewing the web sites Katherine had
suggested she look at. They were devoted to wrestling, but not the
glitzy, TV-style pro wrestling. These sites showed women, most of whom
were quite muscular and strong looking, wrestling each other or with
men. The mixed matches all ended with the woman in total control, their
male victims locked into painful submission holds. Of course, the photos
could have been faked, but the holds looked dominating enough especially
considering the powerful women who were applying them. Angel found
herself fascinated by the double, and even triple combination holds,
where it was obvious the woman had her opponent totally at her mercy.

Naturally she spent more time looking at female-female pictures than the
mixed gender ones. They interested her more, but she also found them the
most disturbing. Was that what Katherine had in mind for her? The though
of going up against the nearly-six-foot muscle goddess she'd met at the
gym was frightening. The mere thought of her poor little ribs being
crushed by Katherine's big thighs was enough to give Angel fits. When
the date Katherine had written down on the card came at last, the
thought of not calling crossed Angel's mind several times. But it never
lasted long. Scared or not, she knew she'd call. She forced herself to
wait until noon, in case Katherine was sleeping late. She dialled the
number and Katherine answered after the second ring. She sounded funny,
like she had a speech impediment.

"Mmm, just a minute...there! Sorry, I had to finish chewing. I'm pigging
out to my heart's content."

"On what?"

"At the moment, pizza and chocolate cake."

Angel giggled, "Sounds yummy."

They talked about the contest, in which Katherine had place first in the
heavyweight class, but lost the overall championship to the middleweight
class winner.

"She deserved it. She had more definition and she was a better poser.

Still, Katherine was very pleased. She'd won her first show, in just her
second attempt.

"Are you going to keep competing?" Angel asked.

"I think so. I'll see how it goes. Winning my class was great, but I'd
like to try for an overall title. Anyway, how are you? How's the
personal training course going?"

Angel had momentarily forgotten the sense of trepidation that now began
colouring her voice as she answered. Katherine noticed it.

"You sound funny," she remarked, "are you ok?"

"Yeah, but...well, I looked at that web site you wrote down..."

"Oh, that's right," Katherine interrupted, "I forgot I'd given that to
you. What did you think?"

"Uh, it was cool and everything but I don't think I could, I mean, I
couldn't..."

"Angel, what are you trying to say?"

"I'm afraid to wrestle with you unless we're just playing, I'm scared
you'll really hurt me!" she blurted out, all in one long sentence.

Angel took a breath. There was silence on the other end of the line.
Then Katherine burst out laughing.

"Wrestle me? Oh that's priceless! No, no, that's not what I had in mind
at all."

Katherine had to pause as more laughter overcame her.

"Look," she said, "why don't you come over and I'll explain. Are you
free tonight?"

Following the directions she'd been given, Angel found Katherine's
street. She drove slowly until she spotted the address and turned into
the driveway. Nice house, she thought as she walked up to the front door
of the pale yellow ranch style bungalow. Katherine opened the door
wearing only a bikini. Angel's loins throbbed at the mere sight of her.

"Hi, come on in."

Katherine led Angel through the house and out to the backyard, with it's
deck and swimming pool.

"I like your house."

"Thanks."

"Would you like a drink?"

Angel nodded and Katherine poured two tall glasses from a pitcher on the
table.

"Mmmm, good margarita," Angel said, after taking a sip.

She looked up to find Katherine staring intently at her. The muscular
woman's eye's were dancing and a smile tugged at the corners of her
mouth.

"What?" Angel asked.

"So, you thought I wanted us to wrestle?"

Sheepishly, Angel answered, "I don't know. I didn't know what to think,
really."

Angel paused, took another sip of her drink, then furrowed her brow.

"So why did you want me to look at that site, then?"

Instead of responding to the question, Katherine asked Angel one of her
own.

"Do you have much of a sports background? You're becoming a personal
trainer, so I assume you're fairly athletic."

"I guess. I did gymnastics for a few years, and I've ridden horses all
my life."

"No kidding! Do you own a horse?"

"Not any more. It's a pretty expensive hobby. I used to work off part of
my bill doing stable work, feeding and grooming the horses and stuff
like that."

"Mucking out the stalls?"

Angel grinned.

"Uh-huh. I shovelled my share of shit, that's for sure."

Katherine laughed at the proliferation of "sh" sounds, while Angel took
another gulp of her drink.

"Whew," she said, "another one of those and I don't think I would be
able to get that last sentence out.

"I like 'em strong," Katherine said, simply. "So, is horseback riding
very athletic? It looks like it is."

"Yeah, real riding - trotting, galloping, jumping and that stuff is very
athletic. You have to have good balance and a strong back. Your legs
need to be pretty strong too, especially the inner thigh muscles, cause
that's how you guide the horse."

"Hmmm, interesting," Katherine said, as she refilled Angel's glass.
"That may come in handy."

"Handy how?"

"Because it might mean you have a good scissors hold," Katherine teased.

"Hey, I thought you said I didn't have to wrestle you?"

"You don't."

Angle looked puzzled.

"I have someone else in mind for you to wrestle against," Katherine
explained.

"But I've never done any wrestling. I don't know anything about it."

"That's ok, I'll teach you."

Angel twice began to reply, but couldn't. For the first time since
Katherine had met her, words seemed to fail her completely. She just sat
there, staring at Katherine with a dumbfounded expression on her face.

"But I don't want to wrestle," she finally protested, "I want to jump
your bones."

"Yes, I gathered that," Katherine chuckled, "Look, I know we could have
a lot of fun together and I have to admit, I am curious to see if you
live up to your name. But I'm looking for more out of my next
relationship than casual sex."

"More?" Everything suddenly fell into place for Angel. "Now I know why
you took me to that cafe. You were interviewing me to be your slave!"
she exclaimed.

Katherine took a sip of her drink and drew a deep breath, prepared to
have a long talk with Angel about the nature of the Goddess/Slave
relationship, and how it can be equally fulfilling for both parties when
Angel enthusiastically added, "This rules!"

"What?"

"I said 'this rules'. You know, that means it's great."

"I know what it means, but what do you mean?"

Without missing a beat, Angel responded, "What do you mean, what do I
mean?"

Both women burst out laughing as they veered towards their own version
of the Abbot & Costello comedy routine "Who's On First?"

"What I meant," (more snickers) "is why you said that. You sound like
you'd move in tomorrow."

"I would," Angel grinned, "my apartment's crap. I'd leave in a second."

"Are you serious? You'd move right in? You barely know me."

"I know what I need to."

"And what is that?"

"I don't know; it's hard to put into words. I'm not one of these people
that tosses things over and over in their mind and wonders what to do
all the time. Usually I just make a decision and go with it. Besides,
look at you. You're awesome, you're my fantasy. Your body's a work of
art. It's like sculpture. And your eyes, they're such an amazing colour
of green. Your hair is so beautifully thick and wavy and your teeth are
perfect. And look at your house and your pool...and your car. Hell, I
spend half my life dreaming about being with a woman like you. You're
funny, smart and - you make a mean margarita," Angel said, raising her
glass in tribute. "I already worship you. Why wouldn't I want to be your
slave?"

Now it was Katherine's turn to grope for words.

"Plus," Angel added, "you have, feet."

"Feet?"

"I meant, pretty feet. I love feet, as long as they're pretty and yours
are very, very pretty." Then she set her glass down heavily and
hiccuped...loudly.

Katherine giggled.

"You're drunk," she said.

She wondered if Angel would launch into another round of profuse
apology. However, as Katherine was beginning to understand, nothing
about this girl was easy to predict.

"That may be so," Angel said, slurring her words, "but I still know your
feet are beautiful and I'm going to kiss them, right now."

Angel reached down towards Katherine's leg. With one hand under her calf
and the other around her ankle, she tried lifting the muscular limb.
With a mischievous smile, Katherine tensed her leg muscles. The leg
didn't move. Angel looked up and saw the unspoken challenge in
Katherine's eyes. She tugged as hard as she could, with both arms, but
still the big limb didn't budge. Angel redoubled her effort, to no
avail. Smiling happily, she announced a new strategy.

"You think you've won but I have another plan."

"And what might that be?" Katherine asked, very much amused by her tipsy
young companion's antics.

"This!" Angel dove out her chair onto her knees and threw both her arms
around Katherine's calf. Holding on tightly, she laid a big, smacking
kiss on the top of Katherine's toes, then a few smaller, softer ones.

"Now, I'm going to suck your toes, ha-ha!" Angel tried to pull off a
fiendish laugh, but was unconvincing.

"Wait," Katherine said. She stood up and helped Angel to her feet, "Come
on, let's go sit on the swing.

Katherine had one of those covered loveseat-style swing sets, a high
quality one, set up on a small patch of grass at the far end of the
pool. She took Angel by the hand and led her to it. Katherine had her
drink in her other hand, but hadn't bothered to pour another for her
little friend, who clearly didn't need it. They sat in the very
comfortable seat and let it swing gently. Angel snuggled close to
Katherine, who sipped her drink in silence. She needed to gather her
thoughts. All geared up for something like a sales pitch, Angel had
essentially stolen her thunder with her display of eager willingness.

Katherine eventually became aware that only the swing was moving now.
She felt the heavy breath on her shoulder and looked down. Angel was
sound asleep. That reminded Katherine that she was pretty bushed
herself. She gathered Angel up into her arms, like a parent would a
child, and carried her off to bed. She paused at the door to her own
room, wondering. No, she thought, I'll put her in the guest room. If
she's going to throw up, at least it won't be in my bed she laughed.
Katherine gently tucked Angel in and wasn't long before joining her in
dreamland.