Sally versus Joan




Sally was aware she was being watched. The former model and beauty pageant
contestant learned long ago that she drew stares of admiration from men and
envy from other women. Going through her last set of biceps curls Sally gave a
little extra effort. Her 37C breasts strained at the sweat soaked gray tee
shirt; the midriff baring shirt showed off a solid set of stomach muscles.
Grunting as she put the bar down Sally looked over and saw who was watching
her. On the next machine was Joan. Joan is 34, 5'6", 128pounds and a past
fitness competitor.

Joan was working on the bench press her 36D-26-35 physique was soaked with
sweat. Her black half sweatshirt stained from the workout. Pushing the bar up
and into place Joan would glance over at Sally and watch her work. Joan always
admired other women who worked to stay in shape but for some reason with this
one her competitive juices started to come to the fore. Joan watched as Sally
picked up her bag and placed a towel over her head and went to the locker
room.

Sally decided that she would put on a little show for her admirer. Walking
slowly across the gym Sally made sure she tightened her ass and leg muscles.
The men in the gym stopped and stared. The women, especially Joan, silently
seethed. Before entering the locker room Sally paused at the chart on the wall
and filled in her lifts and other stats for the day.

Joan got up and walked over to the wall chart after Sally was out of sight.
Joan looked at the numbers. "She is almost as good as me!" Joan thought to
herself. Joan now really felt the need to meet this Sally and find out who was
the better woman.

Sally was exiting the showers as Joan was peeling off her purple leotards.
Sally walked past without a word. Joan gazed at her naked form and studied it.
Sally was pulling out her pantsuit to wear home when Joan stepped beside her.
"So you are Sally?" Joan said. Sally looked at Joan their deep brown eyes
locked. "Yes I am. And you are?" "Joan, Joan Matthews." Joan extended her
hand. Sally extended hers. "Sally Mitchell, but you already knew that." The
two women strengthened their grip a bit still with their eyes locked. "Is
there something you wanted to know Joan?" Joan felt the grip tighten a little
more. "No. Just wanted to say hi." Sally broke the grip and stepped back.
Looking the other woman over Sally smiled. "I think there is something you
want to know. Yes I was a model, never lost a pageant I entered and yes I am
here to tighten up a little." Joan stared at Sally. "You really think you are
hot stuff don't you?" Sally now glared at Joan. "Well that is what you wanted
to know right?" Joan's eyes became slits. "Looks like you are trying to
tighten up yourself?" Sally slapped an open palm into Joan's bare midsection.
Thwack! Joan didn't flinch she just returned the slap. The sound of the smack
echoed around the locker room. Sally reached out and grabbed Joan by her hair.
"Do that again and it will be the last thing you do bitch!" Joan grabbed
Sally's hair and yanked her face up to hers, "Anytime, any place." Joan
sneered. Sally let go of Joan's hair and tossed her back a little. Both women
now stood hands on hips their chests jutting out proudly, their nipples almost
touching. Sally started to laugh and flexed her arms. "You don't know what you
are getting into girl!" Joan chuckled and flexed her arms. Joan had almost 14"
biceps compared to 13" for Sally. "I think I do!" Sally looked Joan in the
eye. "You won't be the first woman I had to put in her place." "You will have
trouble putting yourself back together after I finish with you." The two now
seething women stood nose to nose. "Meet me at this address in one hour if you
have the guts!" Sally spat giving Joan a business card. Joan took the card and
answered, "Oh I'll be there!" Joan turned and went to shower. Sally finished
dressing and went to make everything ready for her fight.

Sally went to the site of her upcoming fight. It was a large house on a
cul-de-sac. Being a realtor Sally knew the house was empty as she had listed
it. Entering the house Sally went down a small hall opened a door that led to
the basement and went downstairs.

The basement was made into a private gym and spa. The weights and other
machines had been removed by the owner but the plush shag carpet was still in
place and being soundproof no one outside would be able to hear the beating
Sally was ready to inflict on Joan.

Sally went into the small anteroom and changed into a pair of silk black
shorts and sports bra. She then went upstairs to await Joan. She didn't wait
long as Joan pulled up to the house and made her way up the walk. Joan entered
the house and looked around. "You always break into empty houses?" Joan
quipped. Sally just said "Shut up and follow me." Joan took in Sally's
exquisite body as she led the way to the basement. "We will fight here. You
can change in there." Sally said pointing to the anteroom. Joan strode into
the room as Sally followed her with her eyes. "She is in shape." Sally
thought. "But can she take a pounding?"

Joan returned to face Sally. Sally walked around her rival; her arms crossed
under her 37C tits pushing them up more, and studied Joan who was wearing a
pair of red running shorts, and a black bra. Joan turned around as Sally
circled her. "Want to back out know?" asked Joan. Sally let out a loud laugh.
"Not on your life!" Sally walked to the far side of the room. Joan stretched
out her arms and her chest expanded, her concave stomach aimed at Sally. Sally
saw that Joan had a deep navel, almost like a target inviting her to hit it.
Sally stretched out her legs and squatted to loosen up.

Both women locked eyes and as if on an unheard bell charged at each other.
Slamming into each other the two beauties grunted as they wrapped their arms
around the other and squeezed. Joan pressed her fist into Sally's lower back
and increased the pressure. Sally groaned as she felt her back being mauled.
Sally brought her head back then butted her foe in the forehead. Joan held on
tight. Sally slammed her again. Joan released her hold and staggered back.
Sally rubbed her back as Joan shook her head. Joan's hair swished around her
head. Sally watched and stretched out her back. Joan started to circle and
then rushed in. Sally sidestepped and drove her knee into Joan's gut. "UGGGH!"
Joan grunted as the knee slammed in just above her womanhood. The injured
woman slumped to her knees. Sally reached out and pulled on the light brown
locks of Joan and spun her around as she yanked her to her feet. Sally cocked
her right fist and fired it into the gasping Joan's stomach. Joan grunted as
what little air was left in her was expelled in a loud whoosh from the punch.
Sally released her hold on the hair and Joan bent over on her knees. "Not so
tough now are you?" Sally whispered. Joan was gasping and looked at Sally then
fired her own fist into the unsuspecting woman's stomach. "Unnh!" grunted
Sally. Joan felt herself getting her breath back and fired a left up into the
stunned Sally's chest. Sally let out a loud scream as her right tit was stung
by the punch. Joan climbed to her feet and kicked Sally with the bottom of her
foot square in the gut. Sally moaned as she felt like she was going to heave.
Sally was backing up until the wall stopped her retreat. Joan came in fists
flailing away. Sally tried to block and cover up but some of the punches found
their mark. Red marks were welts were beginning to cover Sally's torso and
arms from the punches. Grabbing Joan by the hair Sally pulled her forward and
stepped aside as she rammed her headfirst into the mahogany paneling.

Joan staggered off the wall holding her head. Sally retreated to the center of
the room. As Joan turned around Sally leaped and hit her square in the chest
with her feet. Both women landed hard on the carpet and rolled onto their
sides. The two combatants were breathing heavy and the pain they were in
showed on their faces. Looking at each other with hatred they willed
themselves to their feet. Clumsily falling together they grabbed the back of
their heads with their left arms and started punching each other with their
rights. First one then the other in a dance of punching power. Each punch
lifting the target onto her toes. Their moans and groans were mixed with
whimpers of pain. Neither woman giving an inch. The bodies that other women
envied now a mass of bruises and welts. Sally fought to stay on her feet as
Joan found the strength to hammer two solid punches into her chest and gut.
Tears were streaming down their faces as the torture continued. Joan grunted
as Sally found her mark with her fist into Joan's gut. Both women slowly
slumped to their knees. Sally released her hold first and slumped to her side.
Her chest heaving rising and falling with each torturous breath. Joan sprawled
next to her. This was far from finished. Joan gasped loudly as she tried to
get at Sally. She fell on top of her neither woman moved. Both silently vowed
they would not leave here until a winner was decided,