Wednesday Night Wrestling
By macode@aol.com (MacOde)
More girls having fun



Two of the girls, May and Yvonne, worked together at the Lion's
Shear, a salon on the north end of town.  The third, Cam, taught
English at Runion High School and coached the Lady Renegades
basketball team, assisting with volleyball and softball as well.
May and Yvonne rode together from the salon every Wednesday night
to the high school, where Cam met them outside the door that led to
the girls' locker room.  Inside, they changed and went to the mats
on the upper level of the gymnasium, where the bleachers were
folded back against the wall now that it was spring and basketball
season was over.
     "This week is tying me in knots," Yvonne said, wincing as she
slowly let her head roll toward one shoulder and then back toward
the other.
     "Don't you think you've come to the wrong place if you're
tired of being in knots?" Cam said in a raspy voice that would not
smooth out until she was two or three weeks into summer vacation.
But the rough voice took its tone from the smile it rushed through.
     Yvonne smiled and kept rolling her neck.
     "This will be a cinch compared to the mental catfighting I've
had to do with some of my clients this week."
     "They've really had their claws out for you, honey," May said
and began to raise and lower herself on the balls of her feet.
"I've tried to intercept them a time or two, but they don't want no
part of me when they after you about something.  Uh-uh."
     The girls continued to loosen up, and as they did, the mid-
week stress lines could be seen disappearing from their faces.
     They were not exactly matched in size or age, but their
personalities and abilities balanced the matches.  Still they were
not that far apart.
     May was twenty-three, 5'7" and 148 pounds.  She had a child,
a seven-year-old girl who stayed Wednesday and Saturday nights with
May's mother.  May always wore a one-piece suit of electric blue
that seemed to glow against her smooth dark skin.  Her jet black
hair was long, and tumbled about her head and shoulders in beaded
braids which she tied back when it was her turn on the mat.  Her
breasts were large and her hips wide, but she carried herself with
a sweet syrupy grace.
     Yvonne was the oldest--thirty-six--and the smallest.  She
stood 5'3" and weighed 132 pounds.  Her son, whom she also had
young, was grown and in college, and over the years she had worked
so hard to provide for him that she become the busiest and best
beautician in town.  Although she never remarried after her husband
died in an auto accident, she dated often.  Hers was the kind of
body that some primal thing in the male psyche seems to recognize,
and men's eyes watched her everywhere she went, something in their
subconscious immediately noting in her a perfect form that would
insure the survival of the race.  She wore a deep pink sports bra
and a matching thong and her shoulder-length blond hair fell
thickly around the soft curves of her face.
     Cam was twenty-nine and a natural athlete.  In her seven-year
career coaching girls' athletics, she had taken her teams to the
state playoffs three times, and once, in basketball, they had won
it all.  She had been a forward for Runion College before she
graduated and took over the high school team from a backwoods PE
teacher.  She stood 5'8" and weighed 135 pounds.  She wore her
black hair short, and it had a studied muss about it (Yvonne was
her hairdresser).  Despite her dark hair and boyish looks, her
complexion was pale and clear, her figure womanly.  Her body was
lithe and strong, her breasts small but well formed in her black
sports bra, her hips narrow in tight black lycra cycle shorts.
     "What's the arrangement this week, May?" Cam said.
     "You and Yvonne start off, me and Yvonne after that, and then
you and me close," May said and walked to the edge of the mat and
sat down.
     All three got two matches, and they rotated every week so that
they took turns taking the break in the middle.  They stuck close
to the rules they had worked out two years ago:  falls by
submission only; nobody gets hurt more than might be expected when
wrestling; no clawing or elbowing, no biting or headbutting, no
kicking or kneeing; no dangerous acrobatics; and if tempers flared,
which they never did, or a submission was given, the match was
immediately over.
     "Ready, Cam?" Yvonne said, already starting to circle to her
right.
     "Oh, yes," Cam said and moved into the same tight and wary
circle.  "Now don't try to take your frustrations out on me,
Yvonne.  I'm one of your good clients, remember?"
     Yvonne smiled and stepped a little forward as she moved,
drawing the circle tighter. . . .

     They pause with arms raised and then slap together in a great
shaking of hair and bodies, locking up with the pro-style collar
and elbow they have practiced and used so much that it comes as
second nature.
     They struggle, breaths whistling sharply through their teeth,
bare feet stomping and shuffling on the mat.
     "Come on, girls," May calls from the side.  "Get down to it."
     As if she were one of her own basketball players listening to
the raspy bawl of her coach, Cam drops to her knees, turning her
right side toward Yvonne as she goes down.  Still holding Yvonne's
right arm with her left hand, Cam shoots her right hand between the
blond's powerful thighs and lifts her across her shoulders with a
fireman's carry.
     "Oooff," sounds from Yvonne's mouth as her naked buttocks jar
into the mat.
     Cam is quickly behind her and applies a reverse chinlock.  She
is on her knees, cinching the hold tight and leaning her weight
down onto Yvonne's back.
     "Oh!" escapes from Yvonne, despite the fact that her jaws are
clamped shut by Cam's hold.  Yvonne holds one hand in the air while
the other presses the mat.  She tries to push back against Cam and
sit up straight.
     Cam goes with the pressure of Yvonne's push and falls
backward, pulling the smaller woman between her thighs and clamping
on a body scissors.  She releases the reverse chinlock and leans
back on both hands, cinching the long and powerful scissors around
Yvonne's waist.
     Yvonne gasps, and her hands go to the hair at the sides of her
head.
     "Come on, Yvonne," May calls.  "Hang in there, girlfriend."
     "Come on, Yvonne," Cam says through clenched teeth from behind
her.  "Give up!"  And she cinches the scissors tighter.
     "Nooo!" Yvonne yells, pushing down now with both hands on the
knees and rockhard thighs pressing deeply into her sides.
     There is sweat now.  A light sheen of it glistens on foreheads
and upper lips and lower backs, on breasts and bellies and thighs.
Streams pour drop by drop from under the arms and out of the hair
line at temples and the back of necks.
     Even though Cam is squeezing hard with the scissors, her feet
almost turning white with the pressure, Yvonne can feel the sweat
between them putting the hold on slippery ground.  She waits, both
dreading and anticipating Cam's next cinch.
     It comes, hard and long, the shading of the muscles in Cam's
thighs and calves evident in the pale light of the gymnasium.
     "Ooohh!" Yvonne yells and nearly shouts her submission with
it.  But she holds on, and when Cam relaxes the cinch, Yvonne gives
a sudden hard twist to her right and finds herself sideways between
Cam's thighs.
     Shocked by the quickness of this move, Cam cinches the
scissors tight on Yvonne's belly and back.  But Cam is on her right
hip now instead of planted solidly on both buttocks, and her
scissors, though still strong, owns less leverage and control.
     Yvonne senses this too, and when she has gritted her teeth and
held out through another cinch, she plants her left palm on the mat
and digs the short fingers of her right hand into Cam's abdominal
muscles.
     "Stomach claw!" shouts May, standing up now.  "Go, girls."
     "Oww!" Cam yells, tightening her abs and trying to force
Yvonne's fingers out of them.  She cinches the scissors again but
it is weakening.
     Yvonne turns between Cam's weakened legs and puts more of her
weight and leverage into the claw.
     "Uuuhhh."  Cam groans and unlocks her ankles and attacks
Yvonne's claw with her hands.
     Yvonne slips away from Cam's legs.  She feels Cam's strong
hands weakening the claw and, planted solidly on her knees at the
side of her writhing opponent now, puts her left hand into the claw
as well.
     "Noooo!"  Cam's head snaps back in pain.  Her face is red and
her neck striated.  She tries to push Yvonne away from where she is
kneeling beside her, but there is not enough leverage.  One more
cinch of the claw sends pain raging through her abs and she begins
to roll wildly.
     At last the sweat on Cam's belly and in her own palms causes
Yvonne to lose the hold, but Cam is partway off the mat by that
time anyway.
     Yvonne stands up and steps back, waiting and breathing deeply.
     Cam gets to her feet and stands at the edge of the mat,
breathing hard and rubbing her reddened belly.
     "This is a good one, ladies," May says.  She is pacing the
edge of the mat now and watching intently.
     In the middle of the mat, both girls lift their arms for
another lock up.
     But as they begin to move forward toward each other, Cam
suddenly ducks Yvonne's arms and dives toward her midriff.  She
wraps her arms around Yvonne in a bear hug and lifts her to her
tiptoes.
     "Whaa?" Yvonne gasps.  "Oohh!"
     Cam pulls Yvonne tightly against her and squeezes.  She sees
the tops of Yvonne's large breasts being pushed up out of her
sports bra and feels the wet skin of them pressing against her own
sweaty chest.  She leans her forehead into Yvonne's shoulder and
bounces twice on her heels, pulling the hold tighter each time.
     "Oh C--," Yvonne starts, but her words are cut off with her
breath.  She wraps her arms tightly around Cam's head, trying to
think over the roaring pain in her back.  And then she thinks of
something.
     When Cam shakes her head free of Yvonne's arms and throws her
head back to look at Yvonne's red and sweaty face, Yvonne
straightens her arms, spreads them, and then suddenly claps her
hands behind Cam's head so that her elbows box Cam's ears.
     "Unnnh!" Cam grunts and drops Yvonne to the mat.
     Yvonne is on her knees, one hand over her eyes, one to the
small of her back.
     Cam shakes her head and approaches Yvonne slowly, cautiously.
     Yvonne scoots away and starts to rise.
     "Please, Cam, a second," she says.
     But it is only a second and they are both circling again, both
tired and sweaty.
     With a quick feint toward Yvonne's midriff again, Cam drops
low and dives for a foot.  While the feint worked in one way, in
that Yvonne did not step away but tried to cover her belly, it did
not in another way.  Instead of finding herself with a hold on
Yvonne's foot and rising up to trip her, Cam discovers that, in
bending to protect her belly, Yvonne simply continued to bend and
followed her down.  Before she can rise with the foot she has
caught, Cam feels Yvonne land solidly on her back--hips at the back
of her head, chin at the top of her buttocks.
     Yvonne quickly sees what she has unwittingly fallen into and
takes advantage of it.  She wraps her arms around Cam's waist in
something like a reverse and upside down bear hug.  She locks her
hands together over Cam's still reddened belly and squeezes, making
sure her knuckles dig into Cam's already tender abdominals.
     "Ummph!"  The sound escapes from Cam at the bottom of this
tangled pile.  With the pain at her belly again and trapped beneath
her opponent, she is finding it heard to breathe.  She tries
lifting her head to find some clear passage for breath and to see
what leverage she has to work with to throw Yvonne off.
     Yvonne feels the back of Cam's head pushing up against her
crotch, and in almost a reflex action she slides herself lower on
Cam's back so that her cheek lies against the black-clad buttocks;
she opens her thighs suddenly so that Cam's pushing head snaps up
between them.
     "No!  Noooo!" Cam suddenly screams as Yvonne closes the head
scissors.  There is nothing she can do.  Yvonne is behind her and
unreachable in any way powerful enough to break these holds.
     Yvonne squeezes the bear hug and tightens the scissors.  She
jerks up her head to shake the wet blond hair out of her eyes and
then, gritting her teeth, presses her cheek again to Cam's buttocks
as she tightens both holds further.
     Beneath her Cam begins to struggle less.  Yvonne feels the
heat of Cam's belly skin against her knuckles, the heat of the
reddened ears between her thighs.
     "Come on, Cam," she says through gritted teeth and closes the
scissors still tighter.
     "I--" Cam starts.
     "Say it, Cam!" Yvonne yells, tightening both holds down one
last time.
     "Give!" Cam shouts, a hand tapping out on Yvonne's thigh.  "I
give!  I give!"

     Yvonne immediately released both holds and rolled off her
beaten opponent.
     Cam sat up, one hand on her head and one on her belly.
     "What a match!" she wheezed.
     Yvonne did not say anything.  She only smiled and breathed as
she lay there on her back.
     "Wow!" May said suddenly.  "That was fun to watch, girls!"
     "I'm glad you enjoyed it," Cam laughed weakly.  "I sure
didn't."  She looked at Yvonne for a moment and then added with a
smile, "Just kidding.  You were great."  She rose slowly and
grabbed a towel and dried her face, pacing now on the cold
concrete.
     May walked across the mat, the pink bottoms of her feet
winking in the pale light.  She stopped beside Yvonne and bent
over, her deft hands already tying her braids in a knot behind her
head.
     "You ready for me now, girlfriend?" she said and flashed a
smile. . . .

     The two girls circle one another slowly, Yvonne because she is
trying to catch her second wind, May because it is simply her
style.  Yvonne's breathing evens to a steady beat, and May's beads
click in syncopation.  Then comes the deep-chested grunts and the
splash of sound as the wrestlers lock up.
     May quickly yanks Yvonne into a side headlock.
     "Ohhh," Yvonne groans.  She wraps her left arm around May's
electric blue waist and braces herself with her right palm on the
bigger girl's smooth dark thigh.  She feels the tight muscle of
May's forearm pressed hard against her right cheek and jaw, the
power on that side of her face driving her left cheek deep into
May's soft right breast.
     May bends at the knees and straightens up slowly, grinding the
headlock tighter as she rises.  Then with a heavy fluid motion, she
bends and twists, pulling Yvonne across her right hip and down to
the mat.
     "Uugh," Yvonne grunts as May's solid body settles across her
breasts.  Her left hand moves up to May's shoulders, and her right
hand pulls uselessly at the clasp of the large dark hands.  Her
blue eyes look up and meet the brown ones looking down at her.
     "I hate that you're so tired, hon," May says as she grinds the
headlock tighter.  "But let's see what you can do to get yourself
free from this hold."
     With both hands, Yvonne pushes back on May's chin, but May
shakes her off.
     "Your face is a little red, girl," May says.  "You about to
give already?"
     "No," Yvonne says through clenched teeth, her voice further
muffled by May's heavy breasts.  But she feels close to submission,
hardly able to breath with the younger girl's weight on her chest.
     "Come on, Yvonne!" Cam calls from the side of the mat.  "Don't
let her beat you with just one hold."
     Yvonne pulls up her legs and kicks both into the air, trying
to yank herself free of the hold and out from under May, but she
doesn't feel the headlock giving any.  She tries the same thing a
second time with the same negative result.  She scoots a little to
her left, feeling May tighten down on the hold once more.  The
pressure on her jaw starts to build into an ache as she brings her
legs up again.  But this time, instead of trying to kick out of the
headlock, she quickly twists, stretching her right leg back down
toward the mat and bring her left further upwards and hooking the
back of her knee around May's face.
     "Mmmph," May grunts as Yvonne's powerful leg pulls her off the
headlock and down to the mat in a head scissors.  "Oohh!" she
cries, feeling Yvonne apply the first strong pressure.
     Yvonne props herself up on her right elbow and shakes her head
to clear it.  She holds May tightly between her thighs without
squeezing for the moment while she wipes strands of her sweaty
blond hair from her face and works her jaws to make her ears pop.
Then she shifts the scissors, working it deeper on May's head and
prepares to apply some real force to it.
     "I've felt those legs tonight, May," Cam says from the edge of
the mat.  "But I'll bet she can't hold it long.  Hang in there."
     May groans as she feels the next cinch of the scissors come
much harder than the first.  She lies on her left side, her head
sideways between Yvonne's thighs.  Her ears are completely covered
and stoppered by the older girl's flesh, and all she can see of her
opponent are her powerful calves, her crossed ankles, and her
heels.
     Yvonne's breath catches as she bears down on the head
scissors.
     "Aaahhh!" May yells.  Her left hand snakes between Yvonne's
knees and holds on tight to the upper one.  Her right hand slaps
Yvonne's rock-hard thigh.  Her feet stamp the mat in frustration.
     "Outlast her, May!" Cam calls.  And then she adds with a grin,
"Pour it on her like you did on me, Yvonne!"
     In response, Yvonne cinches the scissors again.  Then, when
she sees May's right arm go up in the air in almost a pleading
gesture, she reaches out and hooks it with her left, pulling it to
her in a one-armed armbar.
     "No no no!" May cries as she tries to turn more to her back to
relieve the pressure on her shoulder.
     "Come on, May," Yvonne says.  "I've got you wrapped up."  Then
she squeezes the head scissors again and lies down on her side,
pulling hard on the arm she holds.
     "Mercy, girl!" May screams, her legs flailing again, her beads
rattling with the movement.
     "You give?" Yvonne asks.
     There is a moment of quiet when all that can be heard is the
girls' heavy breathing.
     "No!" May grunts and, with a suddenness and strength that
startles Yvonne, jerks her right arm free of the armbar.
     "You're going to have a headache tomorrow, girlfriend," Yvonne
says and rolls herself forward and raises up on her hands, hanging
May in the head scissors.
     "Oww!" May shouts, trying to get an elbow or something under
her to relieve the pressure on her neck.
     Yvonne jostles May up and down twice, flexing her powerful
thighs each time, and then drops heavily back to the mat, May's
head still tightly secured between her legs.  She raises up on her
right elbow again and slaps her thigh hard to jar her trapped
opponent.  She wants a submission soon because she feels herself
tiring and knows that in a few moments May will sense the hold
weakening.  But even as she takes breath to ask May again if she
wants to submit, she knows that it is too late.
     May uses her weight and strength to squirm her body toward
Yvonne's feet, where she twists herself and lifts Yvonne's legs and
slides under so that she now lies comfortably on her back, her face
looking straight up from between the backs of Yvonne's still
formidable thighs.  She puts a hand to the crook of each of
Yvonne's knees and rests for a moment, feeling her opponent's
calves now between her breasts and her crossed feet just above her
crotch.
     Yvonne had been unable to stop the maneuver, and she now finds
herself on her belly and then up on her hands in a push-up
position, working harder than she has the strength for just to
maintain the hold.  She raises her head and looks at Cam, smiles
through a grimace and shakes her head.  Then she lowers her face
again, holding on and waiting for May's counter.
     It comes in the slow methodical way May always wrestles.  She
holds Yvonne's legs in place, forcing them up slightly to bend at
the knees and keeping Yvonne facing the mat, and then she simply
rolls out of the scissors and into a double reverse toehold.
     "Whew!  Your damned legs!" May says and shakes her head with
a loud rattle of beads.  "But this'll be over in a minute now,
girl."
     Yvonne goes immediately to her belly, her right cheek to the
mat, her hands above her head, slapping the canvas.  She tries to
flex out of the toehold, but after the scissors on Cam and the one
on May, not to mention all day standing behind her chair, her legs
have reached the limit of their endurance.
     May pulls back hard on the double toehold.
     "You want to give to this, my baby?" she says.
     "No, not to this," Yvonne says and pushes herself up on her
hands again.
     "Okay, girlfriend.  I'm going to try something new.  I learned
it from a picture on the Internet this weekend."  May rises from a
seated position to her knees and then to her feet but still
maintains the toehold.  "You ready?"
     Yvonne doesn't answer.
     May steps her left leg across Yvonne's body so that she stands
astride her.  Then she places her right foot on the mat between
Yvonne's thighs and hooks Yvonne's right foot, which in turn has
the left foot hooked in the toehold, behind her right knee.  And
with the smoothness of an expert limbo artist, she lays slowly over
until the right side of her back lies heavily on the right side of
Yvonne's back.
     "Ohhh!" Yvonne cries and slaps the mat.
     "It's the layover leglock, baby," May says.  "I've got you
now, sister."
     "Mmmph," Yvonne grunts and shakes her head.
     "Geez, Louise!" Cam says after a long quiet.  "What a hold!"
     May leans a little to the left where she lies back-to-back on
top of Yvonne and snakes her right arm under Yvonne's head,
bringing the arm out on the other side and locks in a reverse
chinlock.
     "Now," she says.  "You finished?"
     Yvonne feels the pressure building to pain in her ankles,
knees, lower back, and neck.
     "Come on, Yvonne," Cam says.  "Let her have it."
     May raises her buttocks up and slams them back down into the
small of Yvonne's back and pulls tighter on the chinlock.
     "What about it, girlfriend?"
     Yvonne slaps the mat twice and draws a difficult breath
through her clenched teeth.
     "Okay!" she chokes out.  "Give!"
     May releases the chinlock but stops at that and squirms for a
moment.
     "Cam, hon, you gonna have to untangle these legs for me," she
says, trying to keep her buttocks high to ease as much as possible
the pressure on Yvonne's legs.

     "Sorry, baby," May said, her right leg still tangled with both
of Yvonne's.  "The picture didn't show how to undo this."
     "That's okay," Yvonne said with a wince in her voice.  "I'm
fine with anything now that that match is over."
     When Cam had the girls untangled, Yvonne lay on her belly, her
sweaty face shining beneath the dark strands of her wet hair
     "Y'all just wrestle around me," she said and smiled. . . .

     Instead of circling one another, the two taller girls simply
stride to the center of the mat and lock up.  They pull and push
each other back and forth, testing balance and leverage.
     "May's outside the circle," Yvonne says, and the wrestlers
break the hold and return to the center.
     There they lock up again, but immediately, with a move as
sudden and deliberate as lightning, May takes the same headlock
with which she began her rout of Yvonne.  But this time it is Cam's
high cheekbones pressed hard on the right by May's rock-hard
forearm and pillowed roughly on the left against May's soft breast.
     "Uhh," Cam grunts as May bears down on the hold.  She has one
hand on May's right shoulder, one on her electric blue belly.
     "I like to hear you talk like that," May says and laughs, and
then she bends at the knees as she had done with Yvonne and cinches
the hold tighter as she straitens up.
     "I can feel that over here," Yvonne says from where she sits
cross-legged on the floor at the edge of the mat.  "Don't let her
roll you down, Cammy."
     In response, Cam straightens her back, moving the position of
her face higher on May's breast.  Then she twists slightly until
her flat belly is against May's side and wraps her arms around the
young woman's thick waist, locking her hands in a side bear hug.
She cinches the hold and feels an immediate weakening of strength
in the headlock.
     May wheezes and tries to bend in an attempt to take Cam down
to the mat, but the woman in her headlock has too much leverage.
     Cam senses this too.  She cinches the side hug tighter and
lifts May slightly, pulling her toward herself and falling
backward.
     The two crash to the mat in a rush of wind from mouths, the
thud of flesh on the canvas, and the rattling of May's beads.
     May somehow maintains the headlock, but she lies on her back,
and even though her head is still controlled to some extent, Cam is
on top.
     With a knee braced against the inside of May's massive left
thigh, pinning it to the mat, and a hand pressed hard against May's
chin, Cam pulls her head free.  In a series of liquid movements too
quick for the heavier woman to stop or roll free of, Cam
straightens May's right arm out on the canvas, sitting down at the
end, at the same time shooting her left foot under the nape of
May's neck and pressing her right foot against May's face.
     "Ohh," May yells, feeling her head squeezed between the top of
Cam's left foot and the sole of her right, feeling the painful pull
of the arm stretch in her shoulder, elbow, and wrist.  She slaps
the canvas with her free left hand, sending a tremor through her
breasts and belly.  She kicks her legs and then stomps the mat,
shaking the muscles in her powerful thighs and calves.
     "Nice hold," Yvonne calls from the sidelines.  "Looks like it
hurts."
     "It does a little," May wheezes through the pressure being
applied to her face by Cam's feet.
     "Wanna give up?" Cam asks.
     "No!" May shouts and slaps the canvas again.
     Cam pushes with her right leg and pulls with her left leg and
both her arms, squeezing May's head and stretching her arm.
     "Oh oh oh!" May yells and wraps her left hand around the
bottom of Cam's left foot, trying to pull it off her face to
relieve the pressure.
     "No tickling," Cam says, tightening the hold again.
     "You gonna wish for tickling when I get out of this," May
says.
     "If you get out of it," Cam says, working both holds tighter.
     "Aahhh!" May cries.
     May's face sweats, and so do Cam's hands.  Both women sense
the end of the arm stretch.
     As she had done when Yvonne trapped her in the head scissors
and arm bar, May decides to power her arm free of the painful
stretch.  She shifts her buttocks and then rocks three times from
her back to her right side and to her back again.  On the fourth
roll she keeps rolling from her right side to her back and then to
her left, yanking her right arm hard to free it from Cam's grip.
     But Cam is ready for her, and instead of trying to maintain
the hold, she lets it go, allowing May's momentum to carry her on
past her left side and onto her belly.
     Cam follows, and when May gets her roll under control, she
finds herself face down on the mat and her opponent straddling her,
sitting on the small of her back.
     Cam sits May with all her weight, doubling her hands at the
back of the beaded head to hold May's cheek solidly against the
canvas.
     May raises her buttocks in an attempt to buck Cam off, but
with her head controlled, she can't muster enough force to throw
her rider.  She tries three more times and then lies still, wanting
not to waste all her remaining energy before she knows Cam's next
move.
     Sensing May's weariness, Cam presses her opponent's face hard
to the mat and at the same time slides her buttocks further up
May's back.  Then she leans down to press her forehead against the
tops of her hands.  When she feels the balance is right, she moves
her hands out so that her forehead presses against thick rows of
sweaty black hair.
     May tries to buck again, but Cam now has her hands braced on
the mat.  She squeezes her knees against May's soft, struggle-
heated sides and holds her advantage.
     "I think you better get out from under there," Yvonne says
with a laugh.  "Something wicked this way comes."
     "I can't get out, girl," May groans, grunting as she makes
another attempt to jolt Cam from her back.
     Cam is silent.  She bends her elbows and, pressing her head
hard against May's, controls the big woman while she moves her
forearms in toward May's head.  Her hands meet at the soft, rounded
chin, and the finger's lock.
     "No no no!" May shouts and bucks again.
     This time Cam rides May back down and sits up at the same
time, getting her knees beneath and through May's sweating armpits
and pulling back on her chin.  Then Cam gets her feet under
herself, then in front of herself, and locks in the camel clutch.
     May hangs in the hold and groans.  She feels Cam's thighs
pressed into her armpits, her knees tensed against the side of her
breasts, her buttocks planted solidly in the middle of her back.
     "Aaahh!" she chokes.
     "Gotcha, girlfriend," Cam says through clinched teeth.
     "Give in to it, May," Yvonne says.  She is on her hands and
knees at the edge of the mat, watching intently.
     "No!" May says weakly.
     "That's right," Cam says.  "Hold out, May.  I want to enjoy
this one a little while."
     May hangs helplessly but doesn't submit.  Her eyes close
against the sweat from her forehead and the pressure at her chin.
     Cam works her legs deeper beneath May's armpits and the pulls
back harder on the clutch.  She leans far back, her head amazingly
close to the backs of May's still thighs.  She feels the tension in
May's neck and the warm hardness of her thick back against her
crotch.  She wants the hold to last, to last so that she can fully
experience the power of it and the sense of control, but she knows
May is only human.  Then she feels the air for the words of
submission gathering in May's lungs, but it is surpringly,
gratifyinly long before those words--"I give!  I give!  I give!"--
ring in the rafters of the quiet gym.

     They showered and changed and went outside to their cars.  As
they stood with the doors open, ready to drop weakly in and drive
home, they talked.
     "I gotta get home to my baby," May said finally.
     "All right," Yvonne said across the top of the car.  Then
turning, "See you next week, Cam."
     "You'll see me Friday afternoon," Cam said.  "I've got a 4:30
hair appointment."
     "Let's go out to eat, if you don't have plans," Yvonne said.
     "Can you come with us, May?" Cam asked.
     "If I'm not down in my back," May said with a smile.
     Then they were out of the parking lot and on their ways home.