Par for the Course by NRG The golf lesson was going reasonably well and Bob the instructor decided it was time to take Pauline out on the course for a few holes. Pauline's first shot from the tee was straight but only carried for a hundred yards. "Nice shot, don't worry about the distance that will come with practice and confidence," Bob told her before firing his own tee shot a hundred yards further down the fairway. Despite fluffing her second shot, Pauline scored a creditable 6 on the opening par 4 showing a natural ability at putting that surprised Bob. The second hole was a long par 5. A little way past the 200yd marker a couple of women members were walking towards their balls. "You might as well tee off. You won't reach them and it will speed our round up a little." Pauline shrugged, pressed her tee into the ground and settled her ball on top. Taking a couple of practice swings, she then lined herself up for her shot. Concentrating on the little white ball, she didn't notice that the other women had stopped only a few yards further down the fairway than when she first saw them. Bringing back her club concentrating on keeping her head still and maintaining a good grip, she started her swing. The club head accelerated towards the ball with a satisfying swish, then "CRACK!" the ball exploded of the tee. "FORE!" shouted Bob suddenly realising that his pupil had just hit a thunderous drive that was heading straight for the two women on the fairway. They turned in surprise then ducked as the white missile narrowly bisected them before bouncing twice and then rolling to a halt some 240yds from the tee. Both women glared back down the fairway as Bob and Pauline walked towards them. "Sorr...." "YOU Stupid fat cow!" one of the women shrieked cutting Pauline's apology short. "You could have killed me!" Pauline felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise, normally she was easy going and it took a lot to upset her, but something about the woman in front of her made her see red immediately. Glaring back at the angry woman, she quickly assessed the cost of her golf clothes and equipment. "Who are you calling fat you stuck up old tart!" Pauline answered exaggerating her London accent. Before Bob could get between them, Pauline and the expensively tailored lady golfer were eyeball to eyeball. "I happen to be Lady Beatrice Fforbes and Ladies Captain of this club." "OO! I am impressed!" Pauline replied sarcastically. This was too much for Lady Beatrice whose day had been going downhill from the moment she got up that morning. She drew back her hand slapped Pauline hard across the cheek. Pauline's head snapped sideways and the angry aristocrat's fingers left an angry red weal across Pauline's pale skin. Blue eyes blazing with anger Pauline bunched her fright fist ready to retaliate but Bob grabbed her from behind. At the same time Lady Beatrice's golf partner grabbed her friend to stop her from slapping Pauline again. "Ladies please! Remember where you are!" Bob shouted struggling to hold on to Pauline who wanted to rip her attacker apart. "Let go Bob! That bitch started it!" Pauline made another lunge at Beatrice almost breaking free from Bob's grip. Equally angry Beatrice struggled with her friend and unable too get her hands free resorted to aiming a kick at Pauline's shins. "OWW!" the hard leather of the golf shoe slammed into Pauline's leg just below the knee. Renewing her effort to break free Pauline tried to retaliate with a kick of her own but Bob yanked her backwards sending them both tumbling to the ground. By now, the shouting had drawn the attention of other golfers and the Green keeper and they rushed to see what the commotion was. "That woman attacked me!" Lady Beatrice shouted at the Green keeper pointing at Pauline who was still wrestling with Bob on the grass. A couple of the golfers went to help Bob and soon a semblance of order had been restored. "I think you better leave miss," said the Green keeper. "It's okay, " Bob interrupted before Pauline could get a word in, "I'll take her back to the club house." "You need to give her some lessons in etiquette," Beatrice hissed as Bob tried to steer Pauline away. "And you need to be taught some manners you fat arsed snob!" Pauline hissed back venomously finally breaking free of Bob's grip and turning to face her antagonist again. "Just go away you common little slut or I'll give you some more of what you have already tasted." Before Pauline could strike out, more hands grabbed her and pulled her away. Bob steered Pauline away and the green keeper took charge of their golf bags throwing them onto his buggy. Beatrice's partner guided her back to where her ball lay and order seemed to have been restored. "I'll drop these back at the club house for you," he said climbing in and heading away. Back at the clubhouse, they went into the bar, which as it was weekday and early was empty apart from one man standing at the bar chatting with the steward. Bob bought Pauline a drink and sat her down at a table. "Sorry I got you into that," he sat opposite her, "I should have made you wait but I didn't think you would be able to hit the ball so far, I've never seen a novice hit a ball that far and straight before on their first lesson!" Pauline smiled finally having calmed down. "Still," Bob continued, " We had better go to a different course next time, wouldn't want a repeat of that unpleasantness." Ruefully rubbing her bruised shin, Pauline looked across the table at Bob. "If you hadn't held me back I would have flattened that stuck up cow." "I would love to see you do that," smiled Bob, "but not on the golf course. Pauline looked thoughtful for a moment then finished her drink. "I'm going to get changed be back in a little while." Leaving the bar Pauline made her way to the ladies changing room. She quickly took of her golfing clothes and stepped into the shower. Looking down at her shin, she could see a nasty bruise forming already. "She'll pay that!" she thought. Stepping out of the shower, she towelled herself dry then put on her street clothes. As she dressed, she pondered about getting revenge. "Don't suppose I'll ever get the chance to get her back," she shrugged her shoulders picked up her bag with her golf clothes in and made her way back to the bar. The bar was still empty apart from Bob, one other member and the steward. "Thought you'd got lost!" Bob glanced at his watch, "You were only going to be gone a couple of minutes. Want another drink before I take you home?" "Sure," Pauline settled herself back down at the table. Bob brought the drinks over noticing Pauline suddenly stiffen and narrow her eyes as he handed her the drink. She was staring straight past Bob towards the bar. Taking her drink from him, she stood up quickly, Bob half-turned and then groaned when he saw who had come into the bar. Before he could react, Pauline was on the move. "Oh no!" he made to grab her but she was already out of his reach. Beatrice had her back to the room and didn't see Pauline come up behind her. Pauline tapped her on the shoulder, Beatrice turned an enquiring look on her face. "Here, have a drink on me!" Pauline hissed splashing the contents of her glass into Beatrice's face. A look of pure hatred came to Beatrice's face but before the two women could come to blows the bar steward, who reacted amazingly quickly, and Bob were between them. "Not in here Ladies!" the steward spoke with the authority of someone not used to being argued with, mind you as he stood a little over six feet and weighed around 200lbs this wasn't surprising. "She had it coming," Pauline hissed struggling with Bob. "And you still need to be taught a lesson in manners," sneered Beatrice trying to get past the steward. "Let them sort it out in the function room," suggested the middle-aged man standing at the bar. "Do you want to carry on ladies or are you going to shake hands and forget it?" "Forget it!" replied Beatrice her face red with rage, "I'll kill her!" "You wish!" Pauline lunged towards her making Bob push her back against the bar. "Show them to the function room Howard I'll get someone to cover the bar for you," The middle-aged man took charge. Bob looked slightly puzzled but before he could say anything the man continued. "I'm Peter Blackwood by the way and I own the club." Still holding Pauline Bob followed Howard who was gently but firmly leading Lady Beatrice and her companion through a pair of double doors. They all entered a large empty room, with a high ceiling dominated by a beautiful crystal chandelier, the floor was of highly polished oak and a few high backed chairs were set against the dark wood panelling of the walls. Blackwood entered closing and locking the doors behind him. "Last chance," he said, "you sure you both want to continue this silly argument?" Both women glared at each other daring the other to back down. "I see. Well if you are going to fight there had better be a few rules, I suggest you take of any jewellery and take of your shoes, I don't want my floor damaged." He looked down at Pauline's high heels and Beatrice's spiked golf shoes that she had yet to remove. "I also suggest no biting and scratching, Howard can sort of referee and make sure that you both fight fairly." Howard nodded to his boss they seemed to be taking the whole thing in their stride as if it was an everyday occurrence to have two women scrapping in the function room. Pauline kicked off her heels and then to everyone's surprise pulled her sweater over head and dropped her skirt to the floor. "I can't afford to ruin good clothes," she said to a stunned looking Bob. She stood there just in black hold up stockings and a matching black bra and briefs. The three men in the room woman took in every inch of her ample 39 year-old 5ft 6inch, 150lb, 38-28-38 body. "Scared to strip off?" she hissed menacingly at Beatrice. "No!" Beatrice snarled back and quickly slipped her golf trousers down and pulled her Pringle golf jumper over her head. Again, the men cast an appraising eye over her body. Slightly taller than Pauline and not quite as heavy 41year-old Beatrice was still well built and her white bra and panties accentuated the curves of her 36-26-38 body, she shook her head slightly flicking her long blonde hair from her face. She smiled and looked at Pauline. "Well I'm ready fatty!" she raised her hands and stepped forward. Howard stepped aside and the two women sprang forward and started to circle. Beatrice struck first her fist flashing out and smacking into Pauline's cheek. Pulling her head back to lesson the blow, Pauline swung her right hand at the blonde's head. Bob winced as the blow went harmlessly over Lady Beatrice's head. Ducking low under Pauline's swinging arm Beatrice slammed a left into her belly. "Ooofff!" Pauline's eyes widened and she gasped as her opponent's fist sank into her soft belly. She reeled back and collapsed to her knees as another punch slammed into her wounded belly. "Had enough already?" smirked Beatrice as Pauline knelt on the floor panting. "Perhaps I should have told you that daddy had me taught to box." Thinking it was all over Bob stepped forward towards Pauline as she started to rise but she pushed him aside. Tears were streaming down her cheeks but the fire of hatred still burned brightly in her eyes. "Oh good!" Beatrice smiled and brought up her fists again as Pauline stepped towards her once more. Darting in quickly the aristocrat jabbed her left into Pauline's face and then danced out of reach laughing as Pauline missed again. Taunting her heavier opponent Beatrice alternately dropped her hands and then flicked out stinging punches to Pauline's face, hard enough to sting but not powerful enough to knock the big brunette down, all the time dodging clumsy swings. Puffing and with blood beginning to trickle from her nose Pauline suddenly dived at Beatrice's legs trying to take her to the floor where she could use her weight and get away from the stinging punches. Beatrice reacted quickly stepping back but not quick enough and Pauline tripped her heavily to the hard floor. Scrambling to get on top of the blonde Pauline grabbed her by the legs but couldn't hold onto the thrashing limbs and was forced to let go. They rolled apart both breathing heavily and came to their knees. The fall had winded Beatrice and she was slower getting to her feet than Pauline who seizing her chance leaped forward and sank her hands into the blonde's flowing locks. Twisting her hands in the blonde hair, she yanked hard pulling Beatrice forward and off balance. As Beatrice staggered struggling to pull Pauline's hands from her hair the brunette stepped into her and slammed her knee up hard into her chest. "OOOOWWW!" Beatrice shrieked in pain, her hands automatically dropping to protect her chest as Pauline slammed her knee upwards again. Half blocking the blow, it still carried enough force to make the blonde cry out again and sag to her knees. Yanking Beatrice's head under her arm Pauline used her weight to bear the lighter woman to the floor. Holding her on the floor with her head trapped Pauline threw two or three fast punches into the blonde's face before Beatrice managed to grab her hand. Rolling on the floor legs thrashing they struggled. Blood from Pauline's nose spattering Beatrice's white bra as she momentarily straddled the aristocrat. Moving up the blonde's body Pauline tried to pin her shoulders but Beatrice braced her feet on the floor and managed to tip her forward and face first onto the floor. Again, they rolled apart. Both breathing heavily they scrambled to their feet. Beatrice resuming her boxing stance snapped out her left at Pauline's face, intending to keep the bigger woman at a distance whilst she caught her breath. The blonde's hard knuckles smacked into Pauline's nose splattering blood over her face but the brunette ploughed forward swinging with both fists. Smack, smack both fists slammed into the blonde's face rocking her head back, she stumbled back but only as far as the wall. Panicking as she felt the wood panelling at her back, she tried to duck to her left and get away. With blood running down her chin from her smashed nose Pauline wasn't about to let Beatrice escape and as the blonde ducked she grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked the aristocrat back towards her. Driving here left fist into the blonde's belly Pauline followed up by driving her knee up hard between Beatrice's legs. "OOOOW!" Beatrice shrieked in pain and instinctively grabbed at the source of her agony and her knees buckled. Still holding the blonde by the hair Pauline dragged her down to the floor. Struggling hard Beatrice thumped her fists into Pauline's back as the brunette's arm encircled her head. Pauline smacked her right fist into Beatrice's eye once, twice, three times before the blonde could grab her fist and slow the punishment. Once again, they began to roll on the floor; faces screwed up in pain as they now both had handfuls of hair. As their legs thrashed around Bob noticed that Pauline now had a large tear in one stocking and the other had rolled down almost to her knee. Freeing one hand Beatrice raked at Pauline's cheek. "Bitch!" howled Pauline as the blonde's nails left angry red tracks on her face. They broke apart both rolling to all fours facing each other panting. Pauline's face spattered with blood from her nose and now from the gouges on her right cheek, Beatrice with her right eye swollen and almost closed. Howard the huge bar steward moved towards them intending to put a stop to the fight but Black wood put a hand on his shoulder. "Let them finish it," he said with quiet authority. Panting and with heaving chests the two woman stood up again and once more circled each other. Beatrice resumed her boxing stance and again stabbed out a stiff left into the middle of Pauline's face. The brunette took a step back and Beatrice went after her, science forgotten swinging her right fist with all her weight behind it. Suddenly ducking forward Pauline slipped inside the wild swing and banged her forehead into Beatrice's nose. The blonde reeled backward blood streaming from a cut on the bridge of her nose her hands reaching up to her face. Charging after the blonde Pauline slammed her left fist into the side of her head half spinning Beatrice round, then she slammed a hard kick into the blondes belly sending her sagging to the floor. Diving onto Beatrice, Pauline drove her onto her back grabbing a handful of hair and banging her head on the floor. "Now," said Blackwood, and as Pauline slammed the blonde's head down a second time, a pair of powerful hands pulled her backwards and upwards. Struggling to break free Pauline slammed a kick into her prone opponent and then slammed her heel into Howard's shin. Bob stepped in front of Pauline while Blackwood dropped down to check on the sobbing and beaten Beatrice. "It's over! You beat her," he said firmly hugging his battered friend as she fell into his arms sobbing. Holding onto Pauline with one arm to stop her collapsing Bob scooped up her discarded clothing and led her away "God knows how we are going to explain the state of your face to your husband!"