The Ladder By Gerbil A mother/daughter pair turn the local gym upside down Update: 18/10/1997 to misc3 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Everyone thought it was a good idea to have a wrestling "ladder" where anyone could challenge anyone; until the Mayhews; divorced mom Dana, and daughter, Terri joined the gym. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Steve Williams sat in the locker room talking to his dad has they prepared for their workout. As he pulled on the laces of his tennis shoes and tied them, the evident muscle bulged in his forearms, but it was not enough to prepare him for the tough football season to come, so he was ready to start his workouts. "So tell me how this wrestling ladder system works." His father pulled his t-shirt over his head and said, "It's sort of like a tournament, and each contest is determined by three events; arm wrestling, leg wrestling, and regular wrestling with three minute time periods. You have to be in the same weight class as the person that is challenging you, with the exception that you can challenge anyone who is younger, or larger than you are. You can challenge anyone who is two spaces above you, and if you win, you replace them in the "ladder" and keep moving up, until someone else knocks you out of that position. You, in turn take the position that they were challenging you from. Got it?" Steve stood up and began to stretch from side to side as he limbered up. "Sounds pretty clear. How are you doing in it so far?" John put his arm around his son's shoulder as they headed out the door of the locker room and said, "Not too bad. I pinned Tom Jenkins last week, so I moved up a rung. I knew that you would be joining me this week, so I took the liberty to add your name to the list." They moved to the large green bulletin board which contained all of the listings for the different "ladder" competitions; tennis, racquetball, squash, and now wrestling. Moving up to the board, John ran his finger down the list which had now grown to 53 opponents. He stopped at his name, and looked across from it to see the name Dana Mayhew; 10:30 AM. He wrinkled his forehead trying to place the name, but couldn't think of him. "I guess he must be a new member. Getting harder and harder to keep track of everyone with the membership growing so rapidly." He scanned further down the list and saw Steve's name. "Hm, that's interesting, you are going to be wrestling Terri Mayhew in fifteen minutes. Looks like it's going to be another father/son team. Well since I have a while til my match I am going to work out a bit on the bikes and treadmill. The wrestling room is down the hall and the first third door on the left. Good luck in your match, although I imagine the great shape you're in, you won't need luck." "Thanks Dad. Catch you after the match." Steve entered the room with mats completely covering the floor and removed his shoes and socks. His opponent hadn't arrived, so he took advantage and began to limber up with pushups, situps and neck bridges, his young firm body taking on a slight glisten of sweat as his muscles began to get pumped. He removed his shirt thinking that he might be able to psyche out Mr. Terri Mayhew with a look of his physique. He tried not to be conceited, but it was hard to be the starting quarterback at 17 years old, have every girl chasing you in your high school, and still remain at least a little humble. Inwardly, he knew he was in great condition, and was looking forward to conquering the other members and moving up the ladder. With his back to the door, he spread his legs out wide and bent over with his forearms flat on the mat to stretch his hamstrings and back muscles. "Pretty nice glutes you have there." Surprised, Steve straightened and looked at the beautiful young woman, no older than himself, standing in the doorway. "I was afraid I might have to wrestle some fat old middle-aged man, but you might actually give me some competition." Steve stood up and stared at her as she move into the room and sat to remove her shoes. "What are you talking about...some competition?" Pulling the sweatpants off over he legs and producing a pair of beautifully muscled legs, she stopped and said, "Don't tell me I got the wrong room. Are you Steve Williams?" Steve tried to avoid looking in the space between her spread legs, and was finding it hard to concentrate, but was finally able to remember his name. "Uh, yes. Yes I am." "Well then, I am in the right place, because I am Terri Mayhew." "Bullshit! Excuse me, but this has to be some kind of joke. I am not going wrestle a girl. I don't mean to insult you, but I'm afraid you would be out of your league and get hurt. What are you, 18?" ...."Sixteen" "Five feet four inches?" ...."Five feet six and one eighth inches." "125 pounds?" ...."Even though you should never ask a lady her weight, it's 143....but mostly muscle." Getting frustrated sensing that this girl was serious, Steve tried to make her see the futility in her challenging him. "Well I am 5'11, 178 pounds, and I assure you that, although you look to be in very good shape, mine is mostly muscle too." Terri got a sly smirk on her face, looking at his muscular build and said, "I can see that, which is why I am really looking forward to this.... I love a challenge, and hope your muscles can at least come close to backing up your talk. My mother and I had to fight like hell to be able to compete on the "ladder" and we eventually got the board members to agree that nowhere in the rules did it state that you had to be a male, so here we are." "We? You mean to tell me that your mother is wrestling too?" "Sure. Dana is my mom." Steve clapped his hands together, and shook his head in disbelief. "This is rich. Your mom is going to wrestle my dad in about an hour. Oh I can't wait to see the look on his face when he finds out that Dana "dad" is really Dana "mom." "Well that's the way it is. So are we going to wrestle or do you just want to forfeit to my challenge?" "It looks like I can't talk you out of it, so I guess we should get on with it. Do you want me to put my shirt back on, or am I okay like this?" "Actually I would like to wrestle you wearing even less, but we can save that for another time, and your shorts will be fine for now." Steve was amazed at this young beauty's composure, confidence, and what appeared to be sexual skills at the young age of 16. "You don't mind if I wrestle in my bathing suit do you? I wore it underneath because I plan to take a few laps in the pool after our match." "Not at all. I just hope you have enough energy to make it to the shower after our match, much less, do laps." He watched her remove her shorts and he could see the muscular hamstrings dance as she bent over, causing the suit to ride up into the crack of her ass. Standing, she placed fingers on each side of her suit, and pulled the material out and down to cover the firm round globes of her buttocks. She then removed her t-shirt and Steve was impressed with the musculature of her back and arms. Her shoulders were much broader than he anticipated and although her arms were not a vascular road map of veins, they bulged with impressive muscle. Tossing the shirt aside, she moved to the center of the mat and said, "What will it be first?" Steve suggested arm wrestling first, so they both lay down on their stomachs and faced each other agreeing on two out of three matches with the right arm. They tentatively locked hands and Steve had a clear view of her ample cleavage and could even see the pointed nipples as they pressed against the material of her clinging Speedo. On three, both of their arms flexed in an instant of power, as each contestant gave it their all. Steve was amazed with Terri's strength as he had to give it everything he had. Gradually he was able to feel her grip weaken, and with this encouragement he dug deeper and was able to push her arm slowly toward the mat, and with one final surge, force her hand to the mat, for the first win. Rubbing her wrist and smiling, Terri complimented him. "Not too bad; for a guy." After resting for a minute, they locked up once again. The second "round" was even more intense, with both warriors wanting the victory, and their arms went back and forth for 15 minutes, until red faced and sweating profusely, Steve was able to summon that last ounce of strength to put her down and win the arm wrestling. Terri congratulated him on his win, but Steve wondered with his aching arm and his sweating body, who had actually won. He had greatly increased his respect for this still smiling and fresh muscle goddess. He watched her in admiration as she turned over and was ready to go with the leg wrestling. Side by side, they lay beside each other, their feet facing the other's head. They locked right arms, then raised their right legs in unison, and on the third raise, locked up at the back of the knee. Incredibly, in a matter of seconds, Steve found himself flung over in a backwards somersault as he came to rest on his chest. "Sorry Steve. My legs are about my best developed part from dance and gymnastics, and sometimes I underestimate my own strength." "Don't apologize. You just got a great jump. Congratulations, but it won't happen again." Steve maneuvered himself to the starting position once again, not quite believing in his own words, but hoping for the best. They locked up once again, but this time their legs stayed in a neutral position as both of their thigh and calf muscles bulged with the effort. Steve was provided by a clear view of her crotch with blonde pubic hair poking out from her suit, and the partially exposed view of her bottom, but he had to bring his concentration back to the ceiling once he felt his leg once again being pushed back. Steve was pushing harder and feeling like he was making progress when all of a sudden there would be a burst and Terri would bring them back to the starting position. After three times being maneuvered in this manner, Steve realized that he was being played with, and Terri could end the match at any time. His leg was beginning to burn and ache, and he figured that Terri was finally getting bored with her game, because with a steady even pressure, he found that his leg was once again being controlled and he again went over backwards. Gathering his breath from the exertion he finally said, "Part of me wants to run and hide for losing to a girl, but the other part just wants to shake your hand and say congratulations. You're quite an athlete; male or female." "Thanks Steve. I appreciate that, and especially appreciate not having to play weak to gain your approval." Steve looked at her body with new respect, and increasing lust, wondering how someone with such beauty could contain so much power. "I guess I am not as cocky or confident about the outcome of the final deciding match, but I'm looking forward to it." They both stood and moved to crouched positions to start the match. Both of them locked their hands around the others' necks and were pulling and jockeying for a position to attack. In a lightening move, Terri ducked down and went to her right knee and used Steve's forward momentum to send him over her body and to the mat. Before he could react, she had his left leg trapped by her own. Her right arm had gone under Steve's head, and her left arm had drawn Steve's leg up. Bringing her arms together, she was able to lock her hands and keep him secure in a perfect cradle hold. Steve wondered to himself... "Where did she get these moves...that strength...that beauty." He had a lot of time to wonder has he lay helpless under the human shackle. After grunting his submission, she released him, and he fell back to the mat, and looked up at her. All he could do was wearily smile and say, "You're amazing." After a brief rest, they were ready for round two, but it produced similar results. Terri quickly ducked under his arms and successfully went for a double legged takedown. Steve quickly turned to his stomach to avoid the pin, but just as quickly Terri forced him to his back. She put his head in a painful head scissors she lay on top of him facing his feet. His shorts had ridden up so that his jock was clearly visible, and Terri was now enjoying the view. She separated his thighs, and each time that she sneezed his head with her thighs, the jock and it's lovely contents would jump and bounce provocatively. Steve's face turned bright red from the constant pressure, and his attempts at separating her thighs with his hands proved futile. After five minutes of torture, he tapped her thigh in defeat, turning over his position on the "ladder" to her. He had no doubts that she would move up many more rungs. She released him and he lay there staring at the ceiling. Steve was beside himself with his emotions. He had just been defeated by the most interesting and beautiful girl he had ever met. "Part of me wants to run and hide having lost to a girl, but the other part of me wants to tell you how incredible you are and ask you out, if you wouldn't mind dating a guy whose butt you can kick." Terri moved over beside him and stroked his cheek. "I'd like nothing better." They gathered up there things as they prepared to leave. Terri agreed to skip doing the laps in exchange for lunch and a matinee...and perhaps a little evening delight. "So do you think your mom will be able to do anything against my dad?" "Well, all I can say is, I have yet to beat her." Steve shook his head and said, "Poor dear old dad." They headed toward the door and Steve added, "At least it wasn't a total loss...I did win the arm wrestling." Terri looked at him and replied, "That's true." She headed out the door and added, "Too bad I'm left handed." Steve just looked down and said to himself...."Amazing."