Going Pro,
By Montrose



In a suburb of LA California there lived twin sisters. Their faces are identical 
visions of tempting beauty -- high cheek bones, full lips, almond eyes. But to 
look at their bodies you would never guess that they were related. One is a 
petite vixen -- 5'4", mostly legs and breasts. The other is a magnificent 
powerhouse of a girl -- 6'2", 220 pounds. Besides her washboard stomach and 
thick arms she sports some attractive curves of her own. Twin girls, born 17 
years ago to doting parents. The mother, a big woman herself, works long hours 
stocking shelves in a superstore. The father stays home with the girls and 
writes restaurant reviews for several local papers. He is rather pasty and 
small, but he loves his daughters and takes good care of them.

Some say he spoils them -- indeed, everyone says that. The smaller girl, Lisa, 
has him wrapped around her finger. She only has to sit on his lap and twist his 
receding hair in her fingers and before you can say 'cock-tease' he empties his 
wallet into her lilac scented lap. Linda, the big girl, takes a more direct 
approach. She towers over her diminutive father twisting his arm or crushing his 
throat until he complies with her demands. He is too ashamed at his own weakness 
and permissiveness to discuss these problems with his wife when she gets home 
late at night. And so it has been since the girls reached puberty.

Little Lisa is quite popular with the boys at school. They keep leaving the warm 
arms of faithful lovers for a chance to be the one to break through Lisa's 
defenses and finally deflower her. And each time she takes her pleasure from 
them without returning a single favor. When the boy-of-the-day can stand no more 
he becomes aggressive. This is when Linda drags him to a public place and 
artfully beats him into a quivering, whimpering pile. This is how the girl's 
enjoy their days.

Then, one day, Lisa got her hands on a copy of a Nevada street paper. The 
headlines screamed about corruption and sin within the Vegas city council. But 
that didn't hold her attention. What captivated her were the prices women were 
getting to beat up men. Advertisements touted the power and beauty of the girls 
who waited for big men to dare and face them for several hundred dollars a try. 
It was tantamount to a holy epiphany to the sweet cherub.

And at the bottom of every ad were the magic words "Now hiring beautiful young 
girls."

She proposed the idea to Linda as they walked to a schoolmate's Halloween party. 
Lisa was dressed up like a baby-doll -- big pink bow, fluffy white blouse, 
skimpy chiffon skirt, virgin white panties, pink anklets, and black patent 
leather shoes. Linda wore her favorite black leather bodice, hand-cuffs, riding 
crop, and knee-high 4 inch heeled boots. The plan was to destroy more 
relationships than last year by midnight (6 -- the record).

"All we need to do is come up with bus fare and one night's expenses, Linda! 
We'll have jobs by lunchtime!" said Lisa, pleading her case.

Linda was skeptical. "But I just squeezed the last $20 out of Dad. Vegas is 
expensive."

"Maybe we can collect the cash tonight."

Linda smiled down at Lisa as they walked. "From high-school boys? In this town? 
We'd have to take a bus into the valley."

Lisa angrily kicked a pebble with her shiny black shoe. The stone skittered 
along the sidewalk. She followed it with her eye as it approached a group of 
children dressed as bumble bees and power rangers going door to door gathering 
candy. At each door a man opened up and passed out the goodies. Lisa smiled.

"Do you remember the last time we went trick-or-treating?" she asked Linda.

Linda chuckled, "Sure -- two years ago. Going as flashers was a great idea. We 
got more candy than we could handle. And only the men who opened the doors ever 
knew."

"You know, those men are still passing out the candy..." whispered Lisa.

Linda pounded on the first door. The man that answered, expecting children, was 
bent down to hand them their candy. His face was level with Lisa's groin. He 
raised up and craned his neck back to look up into Linda's face.

"Trick-or-treat, door-mat." she snarled down at him.

He gasped.

Lisa cut in, changing the mood. "Excuse me, sir." she fairly sang.

He looked her way. The fear in his face was replaced by a deep appreciation for 
her curvaceous form and inviting manner.

The little woman stepped in, pressing into the man who was only an inch taller 
than her. "Candy is nice, sir. But I'm trying to watch my girlish figure." she 
ran her hands down her form. "Now if you really want to make my night -- and I 
know you do -- you could always give me some cold, hard cash."

He sneered down into Lisa's ample cleavage and rubbed her round ass under her 
short skirt. "I got plenty of cold cash, sweet peaches. But I got somethin' else 
hard for you." And he pulled her groin tight against his, rubbing his boner into 
her panty-clad quim.

Lisa arched her back and enjoyed the pressure for a while. "Are we all alone?" 
She moaned.

"All night long, baby."

Lisa nodded to Linda. "Take him." she said.

Linda grabbed the man's face in her massive hand and slammed his skull against 
the door frame a few times. They stepped in and Lisa closed the door behind 
them.

The man reached up, trying to pry Linda's hand from his face. Linda rocked a 
fist into his gut, then she let go of his face. He doubled over at her knees. 
She raised both arms to drop a double hammer onto his back, but Lisa stepped up.

"May I? I'll need to practice if we are to turn pro."

"Be my guest." replied Linda stepping back.

Little Lisa grabbed the man's hair and walked him doubled-over to where the 
entryway dropped off three steps into the living room. She tucked his head up 
into her groin then leaped from the top step.

She landed on top of his head, driving his face into the hardwood floor with her 
firm rump. He lay motionless under her.

"Can you believe there are men who pay to be treated like this?" asked Linda 
from the top of the steps, hands on hips.

"Why not." Replied Lisa as she got up, leaving her victim on the floor. "He's 
about to."

They collected $84 and a Rolex watch.

At the next house the man that answered seemed more interested in big Linda. He 
couldn't take his eyes off her arms, not even when his wife showed up.

Lisa stepped in and pushed the wife back. The woman was a few inches taller than 
Lisa, but not nearly aggressive enough to take her.

Linda treated the husband to a neck crushing backwards headlock while she 
blasted her booted foot into his groin over and over.

As the merciless beating continued Lisa noticed that the wife was not so much 
struggling as panting and admiring her breasts. Lisa pushed the wife onto the 
couch. The woman stayed where she landed and watched Lisa slipped out of her 
panties. Then Lisa straddled the woman's face and enjoyed an expert tongue 
lashing.

Linda hog tied the man with his own neck tie before sacking the house, coming up 
with only $27. But she had to wait until Lisa finished her second orgasm on the 
wife's face before they could leave.

At the third house they hit the jackpot -- a salesman was entertaining three 
colleagues at poker. The game-table alone held over 3 grand. Linda corralled the 
three colleagues into a bedroom while Lisa kept the salesman busy licking up the 
juice left by the previous home's wife. When the noise from the beating of the 
other three got too loud, Lisa clapped her thighs around the salesman's ears to 
muffle the screams.

Eventually Linda emerged with more expensive jewelry. Lisa opened her legs and 
Linda ripped the hapless man from his warm berth. One kidney punch and a boot to 
the face rendered him unconscious.

"What does that make?" asked Linda handing the cash to Lisa.

"Enough. More than we need to get us there." With their bag full of loot they 
continued on to the party.

Lisa was in rare form. The boys practically lined up to dump their girls after 
seeing Lisa in her skimpy outfit sans panties. She waved her ass in the face of 
many a scorned girl as she seduced their boyfriends into kissing and fondling 
her in front of them.

Linda played it cool. She let the big boys take turns losing to her in 
armwresting matches for a dollar a match just to pass the time.

By 11:30 PM Lisa had broken into the double digits of relationships ruined. It 
was time to leave. They headed down to the bus station and caught the red-eye to 
Las Vegas, Nevada.

The town truly never sleeps. The girls landed hours before dawn and were greeted 
at the bus stop by a dozen men willing to pay for their affection. Linda mashed 
them aside as they marched to the address posted in the paper -- open for 
business and packed.

Once inside they saw a wrestling ring where a quick Japanese woman slapped the 
snot out of a portly middle aged man. He never laid a hand on her as she danced 
around him taking out his legs, damaging his ribs and arms and eventually 
straddling his face for the pin. She sat their blowing kisses into the cheering 
crowd as the ref counted the man out.

A massive, aging blonde woman blocked the girls from entering. "Let's see some 
ID." she snarled.

Linda quickly twisted the woman's arm and slammed her into a wall face first. 
"Shut that dick-smoking hole of yours and tell us how to get jobs here."

"Damn..." grunted the woman. "You just had to say so. First door to your right, 
miss."

Linda let the woman go. "This is gonna be too fuckin easy." she smiled at her 
sister.

"You think they got me working security because I'm the toughest they got? You 
can forget it." warned the woman as she rubbed her arm. "You two will be lucky 
if you pass the test."

The girls wondered what she meant as they pushed open the indicated door. Inside 
they saw a bare office, just a desk, two file cabinets and a book case packed 
with videos. At the desk sat a distinguished gentleman with his face submerged 
in the groin of a well-muscled and naked young woman sitting on the desk. 
Neither of the occupants noticed the girl's arrival. The man was blinded by the 
woman's fleshy lap and the woman was blinded by pleasure. The girls snickered 
and waited.

The woman was just mounting to a spine-shivering climax when she bent backwards, 
laying on the desk. Her head hung over the side. Her eyes were open but 
unfocused, staring blankly and directly at the girls. She huffed and moaned.


Suddenly she focused and her expression changed from rapture to shock. "Ah... 
Mr. Sodd?" She tapped the full head of gray hair between her thighs. He just 
kept licking. "Sir? Red light, sir." He looked up.

And his mouth hung open as he looked the two girls over - after all, there they 
stood dressed for Halloween as two walking fantasies. And their two identical 
faces beamed down at him from across the room.

He straightened his silk tie with his dripping fingers and stood up between his 
friends legs.
It could be said that he was impeccably dressed except that he wore no pants. 
His massive log bounced at attention, waving hello first to Linda and then to 
Lisa.

"That will be all for now, dear. Run along." Said Mr. Sodd. The woman put on a 
pout but gathered her clothes dutifully (a tee-shirt and velvet hot pants) and 
tip-toed out closing the door behind her.

Mr. Sodd stepped out from behind his desk and shook hands with the girls, making 
no excuses for his exposed rod. "I hope you girls are looking for work." he 
said.

"Yes, Mr. Sodd." replied Lisa. "We want to wrestle men, preferably as a team. 
You see, we're twins."

"Twins! Outstanding! I knew you were related just to look at your lovely lips." 
He let his eyes roam over their bodies. "But I would never have guessed. 
Twins... Yes. Are these costumes something you wear during your work?"

"Actually, we never did this for money until tonight." Said Linda. Lisa glowered 
up at her. They had agreed that Lisa would do the talking. Linda was too 
straight forward and honest.

"Fresh meat, eh?" murmured Mr. Sodd. "Are you sure you have what it takes?"

"I'm sure I could beat your ass." responded Linda. Lisa dropped her head into 
her hands.

Mr. Sodd just chuckled. "Most likely you could, my dear. You have the advantage 
in every way against an old man like me. But to be sure our clients are getting 
enough of a fight for their dollar I'm going to have to put you girls through a 
little test."

"What kind of test?" asked Lisa.

"A match against one of my amazons. Of course I don't expect you to win. I'm 
looking for aptitude and determination."

"We'll win." snarled Linda. "Who do you want me to beat?"

"The same person your sister will be facing." replied Mr. Sodd. "Two against 
one. I will allow you to tag team against Betty McCloud."

"How big is she?" asked Lisa.

"Big? Just 5'8" or so, 140 pounds." said Mr. Sodd. "But she's been in the 
business for a few years. You girls just do your best."

"This is a fucking insult!" yelled Linda. "I'm gonna bust your bitch up for 
this!"

"I don't think so." replied Mr. Sodd coolly. "But if you want to try I can 
arrange the match right now. You can use our practice room."

Linda shoved the desk into a corner and grabbed Mr. Sodd by the tie, lifting 
him. "Practice kissing my ass, little man. I want your little mic princess in 
the public ring in five minutes or I'll test to see if you're flexible enough to 
suck your own dick."

"A bit unusual."  he gasped. "But if that is how you want it. I'm sure the 
customers wouldn't mind."

The girls watched as the woman that had so recently been riding Mr. Sodd's face 
now humiliated a farm boy to the delight of his friends in the ring. She had 
long since defeated him, now she toyed with him. She lifted him on her shoulder 
then flipped him over her back, letting him crash face first into the mat. When 
he tried to rise to his knees she straddled his back and put him into a choke 
hold with her powerful arms until he passed out. She dropped him limp onto the 
mat, put one foot on his head and raised her arms in victory. The crowd loved 
it.

Then the announcer declared that there would be a special match. "Banging Betty 
McCloud, our undefeated champion, will take on not one, but two challengers. 
First, the challengers. Two young girls, twins from LA California, Linda and 
Lisa!"

The girls stepped into the ring to cat calls and applause. Lisa waved and blew 
kisses. Linda glared into the darkness, looking for Betty.

But first there was loud blaring music and a cheesy light show. Betty didn't 
step into view until everyone's senses were assaulted for half a minute. She was 
an athletic and beautiful woman in her early thirties.

Linda smiled looking across the room at her. "This is going to be fun."

Betty stepped into the ring at the applause was deafening. Lisa was ticked that 
no one was paying attention to her anymore. Betty was 4 inches taller than her 
and built just as well. She wore nothing but a thong bottom. Her breasts were 
perfect.

Lisa unbuttoned her white blouse and exposed her equally perfect and younger 
melons. The crowd started paying attention to her again.

Betty stepped up to her. "I got chunks of sluts like you in my stool." She spat 
down at her.

Linda stepped between them and glared down at Betty. "You're dealing with me 
first, bitch. And after I shove my foot up your ass, you won't be able to pass a 
stool for a week."

Betty didn't look at all worried. "You wane dance, child? Let's dance."

And the bell rang.

Betty mashed a fist into Linda's ribs that bent her over double. Then she jumped 
up and grabbed the big girl's neck between her rock-hard thighs. Linda's face 
immediately turned a deep red.

The ref pushed Lisa into the corner to watch helplessly until tagged by Linda.

But Betty kept the fight on the other side of the ring. When her scissors forced 
Linda to her knees she let go and dropped a series of punishing bare foot heels 
to poor Linda's head and back. It took 30 kicks to get the big girl all the way 
down, and by then Betty was starting to sweat.


"Come on, Linda!" Shouted Lisa bouncing up and down.

Betty put her hands on her hips, stepped on Linda and crossed over to Lisa. 
"Don't worry, baby-girl. I haven't forgotten about you. I'm just having too much 
fun with you bodyguard for now." Lisa cowered and sank into her corner.

But behind Betty, Linda rose to her feet. The crowd wailed. Betty thought they 
were cheering her on and waved back to them just as Linda grabbed Betty by the 
thong and hair and lifted her high in the air. She brought the woman down across 
her knee, picked her up again and threw her across the ring into a turnbuckle.

Betty fell winded to the mat. Linda staggered over and tried to plant a boot on 
her face, but Betty rolled. Linda recovered and stuffed the boot deep into 
Betty's bread basket instead.

Betty coughed and clutched her belly.

Now it was Linda's turn to wave to the crowd. They went nuts as she posed, 
flexing her iron arms. She didn't hear Lisa yell, warning her.

Betty, pro that she was, mustered the will and jumped up grabbing the ropes. She 
used them for leverage as she landed a double mule kick to Linda's head. Linda 
flew back across the ring and fell at Lisa's feet -- motionless.

"Your turn, baby-girl." growled Betty. "Come and beg for mercy." She was 
drenched with sweat now and breathing hard.

Lisa turned red with anger and charged. Betty side-stepped her charge and 
delivered an elbow to her back as she went by. Lisa sprawled out on the mat. The 
crowd laughed.


Like a flash, Betty stepped over and kneeled on Lisa's back. She pulled up 
Lisa's skirt, exposing her perfect bare cheeks, and she delivered a harsh 
spanking as the crowd counted out the slaps. She stopped at a baker's dozen and 
stood, blowing kisses into the dark room.

Linda woke up and started into the ring, but the ref stopped her. "You do it and 
the match is over." she warned the big girl. Linda stepped back and watched as 
Betty played with her sister.

Lisa threw a punch. Betty caught the fist in mid-air and re-directed it back 
into Lisa's own face. She backed the small girl into a corner and planted her 
knee in her belly. When Lisa doubled over, Betty turned around and rubbed her 
butt in her face.

"Kiss it and I'll stop hurting you." she snarled.

Lisa had no choice. She stuck her lips out and planted them up Betty's ass-
crack. Betty arched her back. "Oh! More, pretty girl! And use some tongue!" Lisa 
complied.

The room quieted down as the men enjoyed the moment. Sporadic moans echoed from 
here and there.


Betty turned and mashed her muff into Lisa's face. Lisa began to lick. Betty 
ripped the pink bow from her hair, then slapped her hard. The girl fell to the 
ground. She threw the bow into the crowd.

"I'm finished with you, baby girl. Bring me your sister. This match isn't over 
until she kisses my ass, too."

Lisa crawled to the corner and Linda tagged in.

Betty was refreshed and ready as Linda charged. The big girl leaped head first 
at Betty. Betty leaped at Linda, mashing her bare feet into Linda nose. But 
momentum favored Linda's mass.

Knocked nearly unconscious, Linda landed in a heap on top of Betty. Betty 
crumpled to the mat. Her left arm got twisted around behind her back and the 
shoulder let out a crunch. The crowd gasped.

Linda stumbled as she raised to her knees and fell again onto Betty, damaging 
the shoulder again. The champ let out with a wail.

The noise woke Linda up. Shaking her head she got up and pulled Betty up by her 
hair. Betty planted a right to Linda's gut, knocking her wind away.

Linda grabbed Betty's head and brought it down hard onto her raised knee.

Betty fell over backwards spread eagle on the mat. The crowd gasped again.

Linda dropped both knees into Betty's belly. The champ doubled up around the 
thick knees, then fell back against the mat. Linda posed with her boot on 
Betty's face. The ref began to count Betty out.

Then Linda lifted her boot. The ref stopped counting.

Linda let Lisa tag back in.

Lisa stepped in and pulled Betty off the mat by her hair. She stuffed her head 
between her thighs and rode her face into the mat. She stood and kicked Betty 
over onto her back.

To the delight of the audience, Lisa removed her skirt and tossed it out of the 
ring. Now all she wore was the open white blouse, pink anklets, and patent 
leather shoes. She pulled Betty's shoulders off the mat and stuck her heels 
under them. Then she mashed her muff into Betty's face.

"Eat me or smother, you dried up cunt." snarled Lisa.

A new spark emerged in Betty's eye. She curled up, wrapped her legs around 
Lisa's neck, then stiffened straight, pulling Lisa off and crushing her head 
into the mat. She squeezed Lisa's neck between her legs until the girl stopped 
moving.

She kicked the limp girl into Linda's corner. Just as Lisa's body met Linda's 
boot, so did Betty's foot meet Linda's face. The ref backed Betty away. Linda 
tagged in proper and came out. Betty met her, driving her forehead into Linda's.

The big girl hit the canvas. Betty dropped and rammed Linda's face into her 
crotch, then clamped down around her neck with her iron gams. Linda choked.

Every time Linda tried to stand Betty found the strength to increase pressure 
and Linda dropped back down gasping and turning blue.

Betty pulled Linda's hair, mashing her face into her muff. "Kiss my dried up 
cunt and then beg for mercy!" She yelled. The crowd  yelled with her.

"Mercy!" puffed Linda, sure she was going to die.

"Kiss it first!"

She puckered up. Betty slid her Thong to one side. Linda planted her lips and 
kissed Betty quim passionately. Then once again the begged for mercy.

The ref declared Betty the winner by submission. Betty let go and stood to the 
cheers. As Linda got to her knees Betty rubbed her butt in her face. Not wanting 
another fight, Linda grabbed it and kissed it, tongue probing deep.

When the twins were carried into Mr. Sodd's office he had them dumped on his 
desk. He still wore no pants with his impeccable tie and shirt. And still his 
knob stood at full attention.

"Very nice, girls." He said as he centered his meat to enter Lisa's clam. "You 
passed the test. Given the spirit you showed out there I'm sure even Lisa here 
could defeat most of the men out there tonight." His slid his log home inside 
the young girl.

Lisa arched her back, then fell flat on the desk again as Mr. Sodd plucked the 
flower of her youth, hammering away like a master. Linda started to come after 
him.

"Do you want me to call Betty?" He asked.

Instead of attacking him Linda fell to her knees and approached his balls from 
behind. "Just get her to teach me what she knows." Begged Linda.

Mr. Sodd grabbed Linda's head and adjusted where her tongue should go. "Sure 
kid. After she teaches you about sucking rocks, maybe I'll get her to show you 
how to fight, too."