1 comments/ 85144 views/ 11 favorites Wrestling Attorneys Ch. 01 By: HeathRowinOhio The two opponents looked at each other from across the mat. Both combatants were preparing to do battle with a strip to the finish. Their distrust and hatred for one another transcends beyond the rubber mat lying on the floor between them. There was much at stake. The bickering and bantering, through e-mail, websites, and telephone calls had built up the match. Friends and co-workers found out about the match. Both law firms had other attorneys and paralegals sitting in the stands. The two combatants were professional women, adversaries in their daily lives. Both were attorneys that have squared off against one another in the court. There legal contests were evenly split. The last winner glowing and celebrating her win over the other in a local tavern drinking and enjoying the windfall of cash and the great legal work and humiliating the loser. Today would be more than a professional humiliation. Today, the winner not only had bragging rights to the better woman but also the right to humiliate the other publicly, and strip them naked. Lyn Johnson was the attorney that had won the last court battle over Sue Hopkins. Smart, confident and a bitch on heels as her co-workers and colleagues called her. Lyn is stunning in every way. Her body was sculpted from hard work in the gym defining a muscular 36-23-25 body. Lyn was especially proud of her long brown hair. She used it as a sex tool to get the attention of men and drive other women to the point of seeing red. In a bikini, Lyn's hair would cascade down her alabaster shoulders with the ends of her hair naturally circling her breasts and nipples. Lyn won the case based on winning over the jury on emotions, controlling the conversation and argument to her advantage, and was truly better than Sue in her oratory skills. Sue Hopkins argued the case based upon the legal precedents, almost smug knowing that the case was won before the jury was selected. How wrong she was. Sue was also a stunner at an even six feet, short blonde hair. Her body was more impressive with 38 C-24-36 measurements. When she was in court, members of the jury would stare at her. Judges, both male and female, had been caught glancing too long at the busty blonde. Today, Sue glared across the mat at Lyn. Lyn was wearing a black string bikini smiled back mouthing the word "loser" in Sue's direction. Sue thought to herself, there is no precedence to today's match other than her preparation for the match. She prided herself on her physical strength and stamina. Her 38 C's were barely contained in the piece of string that doubled as her top. The red, thong style bottom barely covered the landing strip patch of hair above her clit. Her blonde hair cut short above her shoulders. Lyn continued to mock her opponent, strutting in her black string bikini. Lyn always enjoined working out and was proud of her 36 D bust. Her only real preparation was shaving her pussy so no embarrassing, stray hairs would be peaking out from the thin material covering her charms. Lyn enjoyed her dark brown hair. She let it grow and find it quite picturesque as the ends curled around her large nipples. The referee, Mary Jones, wore a black and white striped body stocking. "Ladies, keep it clean but you are allowed to pull hair but there is no scratching, biting, or punching. If you do any of those three you will be sanctioned. This is a two fall match. You must pin your opponent twice during the match and there is no time limit to the match. If you lose an article of clothing, be it top or bottom, it belongs to your adversary. Understand?" Both combatants nodded in agreement and returned to their sides of the mat. Mary tooted her whistle and Lyn and Sue came to the center of the mat, glaring at one another. Lyn hissed at Sue, "You're going down bitch!" Mary screamed, "Wrestle!" Lyn and Sue circled one another. The crowd began chanting for their favorite with the gym evenly split for the ladies. Lyn, being the aggressor, moved first grabbing at Sue's wrist. Sue moved out of the way but Lyn anticipated the move and tripped Sue from behind dropping her on her beautiful blond ass with a thud. The crowd erupted screaming for physical contact. "Tear off her top!" came from the crowd. Lyn wasted no time. She hurled herself at Sue driving a shoulder into her left breast. Not only was she aggressive in court, but she was dominating on the mat. Sue had her wind knocked out of her but had enough common sense to roll on her back. Lyn jumped in the air landing on Sue's back with a loud thump. Sue gasped but remained in control of her breathing. Lyn sat on Sue's lower back and reached back to grab both of her feet, pulling with all her strength, immobilizing Sue face-down on the mat. Sue screamed in pain as Lyn worked her legs higher, the crotch of her red bikini being drawn into her pussy. Her legs were being pulled and stretched higher that her soles were almost touching her back, her spine arched in a most painful position. Tears streamed down Sue's face. Her mind flashed images of intense pain and torture. Lyn leaned forward and cackled in Sue's ear, "Give up? I beat you in court now I'm gonna whip your ass on the mat!" Sue began to feel deflated but responded through tears and clenched teeth, "up yours." Lyn applied more pressure. Sue screamed again. The crowd around the mat continued to cheer. "We want skin! We want skin!" began the chant. In a swift motion, Lyn being the dominating sadistic, legal bitch that she is, let go of Sue's legs, landing with a thud on the mat, and grabbed her string top from the back. Sue's legs were shaking as the blood returned causing her to scream again. Her tears began to puddle on the mat beneath her. Lyn pulled on the top string stretching it beyond the manufacturer's tolerance for such material. Sue was forced to arch backward again as the string cut into her sides and 38's. The holstered breasts were being trapped painfully against her body. Sue tried in vain to move her arms to release the pressure but Lyn continued pulling. Sue's arms flailed but could do little to help herself. The crowd enjoyed the predicament Sue was in. Lyn controlled the proceedings and was dictating to Sue her movements. With a final tug, Lyn grabbed the string and it came free splitting between Sue's cleavage releasing the mounds of flesh. Lyn drove Sue's face into the mat and whispered in her ear, "give up bitch... you're ass is mine and so will your pussy... you are not going to enjoy the embarrassment...I'm gonna make you shave that little puss of yours for everyone and parade around naked..." Sue began to feel her legs again but Lyn continued to push her face into the mat. The ref signaled the first fall to Lyn. Lyn stood to the music of Judas Priest, Living after Midnight, and strutted around her fallen opponent, swinging the string bikini top from her right index finger. Sue picked herself up, her hair matted on her tear-streaked face and her tits swaying back and forth to the delight of the crowd. In the five minute interval, Lyn worked the crowd into a frenzy that nearly everyone was chanting for "Lyn, Lyn, Lyn!" Sue used her time to stretch and replenish her body. The ref announced the start of the second fall with Lyn up 1 fall to zero for Sue. The crowd continued their chant. Lyn was enjoying the attention and her body was aroused by the commotion and sounds in the gym. It showed on her hardening nipples as they began to protrude through her black string bikini top. The two combatants squared up again. Lyn smiling at Sue and mouthing the word 'Loser'. Sue ignored Lyn but focused on her opponent's belly button. The command from the referee was shouted over the crowd, "Wrestle!" Both women circled one another. Lyn, staring at Sue, waved her arms to the crowd for more noise. From the crowd, a fan cheered, "Go get her Lyn, strip her and fist her!" Lyn glanced to her left at the commentator from the crowd for a split second. In that nano-second of distraction, Sue moved in grabbing Lyn's breasts and pulling on her nipples. Sue pulled and grabbed as though her life depended on it, grabbing the long-hard nipples and twisting and turning them obscenely. Sue caught off guard, her mouth in the form of an 'O' and in a state of shock, grabbing at Sue's wrists. Sue anticipated Lyn's reaction and let go of the nipples only to latch onto her brown hair, pulling it toward her. Sue bent over and drove her head into Lyn's stomach as she pulled on Lyn's long brown hair. Sue stood and flipped Lyn unexpectedly onto her back. The crowd erupted in a loud cheer. The sound of the crowd was deafening to Lyn but Sue heard nothing as she was so focused on her mission. Lyn landed with a slap as her glistening skin made contact with the rubber mat, her body bouncing twice off the blue rubber. Her wind knocked out of her, Lyn groaned and rolled from side-to-side on the mat. Sue wasting no time to allow her opponent to recover leapt in the air with her knees underneath her, landing squarely on Lyn's solarplexes. The whole gym heard the air escaping from Lyn's lungs, ooommmppppphhhhhhhhh! Sue head-butted Lyn nearly knocking Lyn unconscious. Lyn, by reflex, raised her knees and Sue slid her hands down Lyn's sides hooking her fingers in Lyn's black string bottoms and ran them all the way down to her ankles, twisting them, and them pulling them back toward her. Sue dropped her heart-shaped ass on Lyn's chest. Sue pulled on the twisted panties that caused Lyn's legs to cross and continued to drop herself over and over on Lyn's chest. Lyn was barely conscious. Mary lifted Lyn's arm and it dropped to the mat. Sue continued to pull on Lyn's twisted legs while pushing down on her chest, not letting her catch her breath. Mary slammed her hand on the mat as Lyn was pinned for three seconds. Victoriously, Sue stood and untwined Lyn's legs, taking her black string bikini bottoms with her. Lyn remained on the mat for the first three minutes of their break. The deciding fall was about to begin. Sue used her time judiciously, preparing for the next fall, the final fall. This time there would be no jury to provide a verdict based on emotions but rather on pure physical energy. Lyn sat on the mat and for the first time noticed that her bottoms were gone. The crowd continued to cheer but the words stung her. "Show us some more pink..." and " Sue, Sue, Sue!" Lyn heard the whistle and shook her head to get the cobwebs out. Sue was already waiting at middle of the mat. "Wrestle!" shouted Mary. Lyn was still wobbly and Sue noticed her opponent's predicament. Sue shuffled quickly to her right, Lyn's left, making fake lunges at Lyn. Lyn countered but could not catch the quicker moves of Sue. The long brown hair of Lyn's seemed to complicate her vision. Sue moved even quicker grabbing a handful of Lyn's brown hair. Both of Sue's hands had Lyn's hair and she began to swing her about the mat. Lyn's arms flailed abut she maintained her footing. Sue swung Lyn straight across the mat letting go in a crack-the-whip style. Lyn lost her footing and stumbled across the mat falling onto her knees. Lyn was on all fours, the crowd laughing and screaming at Lyn's exposed pussy and ass. The pink slit was completely shaven and glistened from the arousal and sweat. Sue heard the crowd chanting, "Go for it!" and ran up from behind Lyn and grabbed her left arm and crooked it behind Lyn's back. Sue put her right knee into Lyn's back and pushed her forward into the mat. Lyn's brown hair and face went into the mat and her left arm was pinned behind her back. Sue grabbed Lyn's left wrist and string top and began to twist the thin strand of material around and around her wrist. Lyn's left arm was immobilized by the material causing her great pain and discomfort. She tried to thrash around but Sue sat on her back pressing her firmly to the mat. Sue began to smack Lyn's beautiful ass to the chanting of the crowd. Lyn squirmed and tried to break free but could little with only one hand free and the other tied to her top. Lyn's ass was red and burning. Lyn was crying partly due to the spanking but also from the dread of loss and humiliation. "Five, Six, Seven..." the crowd counted the slaps from Sue on to Lyn's ass. As the numbers increased, Sue began to enjoy the spanking of her nemesis. "Forty-eight, forty-nine..." the crowd was screaming. Lyn was beside herself in pain. She wanted it to end. Lyn tried to get Mary's attention but Sue slammed her face into the mat. "Not yet bitch, not yet," Sue muttered to herself. Sue went for the kill and the embarrassment of her bitchy opponent. Sue stopped the spanking. Lyn's ass was a fire engine red as though she went sun-bathing without her bottoms for 24 hours in a hot Caribbean sun. Sue hooked her legs inside the back of Lyn's thighs. Sue grabbed her own ankles and pulled them toward her. Lyn, on her stomach, felt her legs being pulled apart. Sue pulled even more causing Lyn's legs to spread wide exposing her pussy completely. Flash! Flash! The lucky photographer snapped pictures of two pussies, one completely shaven and another right above with a red string between the lips. Lyn was screaming into the mat, her right hand slamming furiously in the rubber. Her left hand finally broke free taking her top with her. Mary the referee slammed her hand down. Sue continued rocking causing more pain to her defeated nemesis. Mary had to pull the two apart and send them back to their respective sides. Mary blew the whistle again and had both women return to the middle of the mat, Lyn on her right and Sue on her left. Sue smiling, her 38 C's swinging freely but her bottoms still intact. To Mary's right was a completely stripped Lyn, brown hair matted in her face, and a shaven mound. Mary raised Sue's right arm announcing her as the winner. Lyn began to move quickly to her side of the mat but Mary announced, "Ladies, you both agreed that the loser must submit to the winner, here, now." With those words, the crowd blocked Lyn in from fleeing the gym. Sue had enlisted the help of a few from the crowd to bring an inclined bench onto the mat. The bench was about three foot from the floor. To be continued... Wrestling Attorneys Ch. 02 Lyn rubbed her raw, red cheeks flinching as her hands moved across her burning flesh. The bench was being placed in the center of the mat while Lyn massaged her ass. Sue was rummaging around in the locker room where the two legal combatants prepared for their match. The crowd was enjoying Lyn's predicament of being the only naked person in the building. Sue came strutting out of the locker room in a black Adidas track suit that highlighted her blond hair smiling from ear to ear. In her hand was a worn, brown leather briefcase with the initial LJ in gold lettering on the outside of one side. Lyn was to busy trying to regain her composure as the crowd pointed at her ass. Her co-workers, mainly the paralegals that she worked with, looked at her with some pity but not much. "She kinda deserved it but the ass smacking must have been painful," Lyn's secretary, Julie said to her compatriots from the firm. Julie and the girls circled behind Lyn and saw the flaming red skin. The skin almost seemed to be pulsating. Lyn tried to compose herself but the laughing and jeering resounded in her ears. "Stay calm Lyn," she said to herself. "Stay calm, this will be over and then we'll get her back." Lyn stayed calm until she saw her brown briefcase. In all of her humiliation and forced nudity, she forgot all about her briefcase and the goodies she had packed to humiliate Sue Hopkins with. Lyn recognized the bag and raised her hand to her mouth as she gasped, "Oh my god, what are you doing with that?" Lyn questioned Sue. The gym full of women from the two firms quieted down and stared at the two attorneys, one dressed the other nude. Sue placed the bag down on the mat, kneeling down and opened the briefcase. Sue unbuckled the clasp of the case and opened the top, pulling back the well-used leather case. Sue gave a fake gasp and brought her hands to her face, a look of surprise and shock on her face. "Oh, would you look at that!" Sue exclaimed. "Looks as though you had quite a party planned for me." Lyn grimaced and nearly broke into tears, her body beginning to shake. Sue bent over and pulled out a twelve inch white rubber cock. The ladies in the crowd groaned, "OOOHHHHHH!!!!" Sue, imitating one of those bad late night cutlery commercials exclaimed, "But wait, there's more!" The ladies in the crowd broke out in laughter; Lyn ground her teeth. Sue pulled out a second rubber cock this one ten inches long and black. This one had a suction cup on the bottom. Sue rummaged around and found a ball-gag, a dildo, and two vibrators in the bottom of the briefcase. Sue looked up at Lyn with a smile as she held the ten inch rubber cock in her right hand, gently tapping it into her left palm. "Sue, honest, I was only going to use them as a joke, a prop to get you scared," Lyn stammered her hands up in front of her trying to fend off the imaginary attacker. Sue walked up to Lyn and told her to stick her tongue out. "Sue, please, c'mon, I only brought it as a prop," Lyn begged. The photographer's camera clicked and whirred away. Sue moved the base of the monster with the suction cup up to Lyn's mouth holding it before her. Lyn shrugged and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue. "Move your tongue all over it," Sue instructed Lyn. As Lyn licked the suction cup, the ladies began to giggle and a few called out to Lyn asking if she licked pussy like that. "Hey Lyn, bet you would make a great bitch for one of us!" someone in the back yelled as the gym erupted again into an uproar, all at Lyn's expense. Sue laughed and Lyn nearly broke down in tears. The suction cup glistened with Lyn's saliva. "Now I want you to skip around the mat for us," Sue instructed Lyn. Lyn wiped her mouth and began to skip slowly at first. One of the attorneys from Sues' firm slapped her on her sore, right cheek, "That's' for fucking me over in court last month." Lyn began to skip and her 38 inch mounds of fleshy breasts bounced and swayed much to the delight of the gym full of women. Lyn used the yellow line on the mat and skipped along to hooting and howling of the women. Her teeth were clenched and she muttered to herself, "Laugh now, but I'll own your ass Sue Hopkins in the court and on the mat." While Lyn was entertaining the crowd with her skipping, the photographer was having a grand time for the Cat Fight Journal. She captured Lyn's ass, her bouncing breasts, and her facial expression of humiliation. Sue summoned Lyn to the bench. "Alright you legal bitch, lets see how these props work!" Lyn stopped skipping and looked at Sue. A path had cleared from the edge of the mat where Lyn was standing on the yellow line to the center where Sue stood. A wall of women stood on each side of the path. Mary the ref stood behind Lyn and gave her a swat on her red ass to get her moving. "Remember Lyn," Mary reminded her, "the loser must submit to the winner until midnight this evening." Lyn was trapped. Behind her was Mary the ref, to her right and left were women waiting for Lyn to accept her humiliating punishment, and in front of her stood her nemesis and Mistress until midnight, Sue Hopkins. Resigned to her fate, Mary moved forward as though on inmate walking her final steps to the gallows. Lyn met Sue at the incline bench with the erection. Without saying a word or looking Sue in the eye, Lyn raised her right leg and straddled the bench, the white twelve inch rubber cock beneath her. The photographer continued to click away recording the event for Cat Fighting history. "How about a little mood music?" Julie hit a button on the boom box and Shania Twain began playing. Sue smacked Lyn on the ass and directed her to start impaling herself. "Now, you planned for me to fuck myself with that monster. Now it's your turn. Drop your sorry ass down and consume that bad boy. Understand?" Lyn began to lower herself with the tip of the monster touching her shaved pussy lips. Shania Twain was singing her stuff, "…you're a fine piece of real estate and I'm gonna get me some land…" The ladies in the gym went wild. "Your ass belongs to Sue, bitch! I own your sorry piece of red-ass real estate." Lyn was moving up and down on the rubber cock with a little more disappearing with each downward thrust. Lyn was working, rubbing her tits, but she could only take six to seven inches at best. "I believe I told you to take it all," Sue looked Lyn straight in the eye. Lyn, stammering and somewhat blinded due to the flash of the camera strobe light, replied, "Geez, I'm trying to take the whole thing but I'm just not wet enough." The ladies nearest Lyn howled and poured a bucket of cold water over her head. The effect of the cold water had an immediate good and bad effects on Lyn. Lyn's nipples got hard from the cold water but it also caused her pussy to loose some if its lubrication causing the next downward thrust to be a bit more painful. "Open your mouth," Sue ordered Lyn. Lyn obeyed with, "Yes Mistress." Lyn opened her mouth and Sue shoved the black cock into her mouth. "Now suck it!" ordered Sue. Lyn now was straddling the bench, a white rubber cock piercing her slit, and a black rubber cock in her mouth, Shania Twain in the background, and twenty horny women in a hot gym. Lyn began to lubricate again and the cock began to slide in but still not all the way in. Sue grabbed Lyn by her shoulders and, doing her best Chris Berman voice, "I said, All- The-Way!" and shoved Lyn all the way down the rubber cock until her red ass cheeks met the cushion of the bench. Lyn yelped as the full length and girth of the rubber cock filled her pussy. Her fiery red ass also burned as it hit the cushion of the bench. The women went wild and the photographer was having the time of her life. The rubber cock in her mouth fell out and landed on the floor. "Since you enjoy impaling yourself on the fuck toy, you will have five minutes to get yourself off. If you fail to get yourself off, well, there will be consequences," Sue instructed Lyn. Lyn looked up at the clock and saw it was only ten thirty. Ninety more minutes of humiliation and sexual stimulation at the hand of her arch-nemesis. "You better get humping… the judges will determine your orgasmic state. Fail to achieve a satisfactory orgasm will result in only more humiliation." Lyn began to pump up and down on the rubber cock, her right hand dropped to her clit and her left hand began to massage her right breast. The sound of her pussy lubricating could be heard as she worked her clit. To be continued… Wrestling Attorneys Ch. 03 Lyn Jenkins looked out her 21st floor corner office window. The crystal clear blue sky was near perfect, the warmth of the sun burning into her face. The sun's heat was almost as warm as her ass from the whipping she took last Friday at the hands of Sue Hopkins. Lyn earned the corner office through her combative, legal acumen. She won more cases than anyone else in the firm. She won the respect of many in the courtroom and boardrooms in the city. She lost the respect of many of her female compatriots at Fuller, Hazelton, and Melton, her current employer, when she was humiliated last Friday. Lyn's gaze looked out across the skyline, tall buildings, phallus symbols, pointing upward. Her gaze looked at one specific point, a building about a half-mile away, and a smaller building. Her stare was focused on the eighth floor. Lyn's gaze focused on the Dewey and Sharpe law firms' better female attorneys, Sue Hopkins. Her loss to her arch-nemesis was humiliating. Besides having to jump and skip naked, she had to fuck a fairly large dildo and orgasm three times before a crowd of women. Lyn was humiliated. The Friday match was one thing but the e-mails that showed up in her in-box were totally humiliating. After Lyn humped the monster dildo, she was forced to masturbate herself to orgasm without the dildo. The e-mail she opened Saturday morning showed her taking her whole fist in her pussy. A close-up showed her erect clit being massaged by her hand while her right hand was wrist-deep in her pussy. Another e-mail that Lyn opened up showed her standing with her flaming red ass to the camera, on her tip toes, and her hands on the wall. Her right hand came up to her mouth because she knew what was next. The next jpeg showed Lyn with her hands against the wall and her struggling to get her pussy over the dildo that was mounted on the wall. Her facial expression showed it all: Orgasm. The crowd enjoyed her humiliation as she was jeered and laughed at. Lyn's inbox must have had thirty e-mails related to the match and her nakedness. The worst e-mail had her final humiliation. Lyn had orgasmed twice and it was nearing midnight. Sue and her friends had gathered all of Lyn's clothes and 'Arthur Anderson' her garments. In other words, they shred her clothes while she was fucking herself while standing. Without any clothes to wear and twenty minutes before twelve, Sue paid Lyn the last and final humiliation. Lyn was marched out the gym doors buck naked with five dollars in her hand. Lyn was ordered to walk through a late night drive through and order three diet cokes with no tray to carry them back. Any change could not be carried in her hands but rather somewhere creative. In order to prove that she did order the drinks and not someone else, the drive through personnel would have to write something original and the telephone number to the restaurant. The ladies watched as Lyn jogged down the street, her flaming red cheeks looking like tail lights in the warm, dark night. She returned ten minutes later with the three cokes, most of it spilled on her tits and down her front. "So, where's the change?" Sue demanded of her. This was the most embarrassing for Lyn. Without any coat packets and the lack of a tray to carry, Lyn carried the loose change in her mouth and the dollar bill was lodged in her ass. The camera clicked and whirred away as Lyn was standing naked in the parking lot. The cokes at Sues' feet and Lyn picking the dollar out of her ass checks. She flinched as the reddened cheeks caused her some pain. The ladies in the parking lot laughed hysterically at Lyn trying to extract the dollar bill that had ridden up her ass. Worse still, the proof that she did truly order the drinks naked was scrawled across her inner thigh, belly and ass. The word 'bitch' and 'hoe' were in all three places. Lyn's gaze focused on the building across town. She had to regain her respect and humiliate that bitch across the way. "Bitch and hoe, eh, we'll see." Over the next two weeks, Lyn endured the whistles and remarks from those that saw the pics and e-mails. She had successfully avoided Sue Hopkins and many from her firm. On a gray, overcast day Lyn had endured as much as she could take. She had enough of the ass-smacking in the hall. She thought about the re-match and was nearly finished developing the re-match e-mail to Sue Hopkins. Lyn re-read her e-mail as the rain drummed against her corner office windows. Sue, I want a re-match with you, winner take all. I am proposing a true fight to the finish with more than just humiliation. The winner owns the loser for the rest of the weekend. If you are prepared for such a competition, I further propose the following for the match: 1.Bikini match. Since you won the last match, you are entitled to wear black. 2.No prior shaving to the match, except for armpit. You must have a bush. 3.Three falls. A fall constitutes a pin held for three seconds. 4.If a top or bottom is lost, it cannot be returned or put back on. 5.The match will be in a ring with ropes. 6.To win the match, the final pin requires the loser to be completely stripped and on her back for three seconds. 7.After the loss, the loser will become the chattel property of the winner from Friday evening to Sunday night 10 PM. 8.The loser must submit to the winner and comply with whatever orders are given. Failure to comply with the request will end up with the loser's hair to be cut and shaved. If you agree with these terms and conditions, please sign the hard copies that will be forwarded to your office, keeping one copy for your records. Lyn Jenkins It was after 6 PM when Sue Hopkins returned to the office and checked her e-mail. Sue's office was open and she let out,"you've got to be kidding me," when she read the e-mail from Lyn Jenkins. Sue stared at the screen until one of her colleagues, Trudy Owens, popped her head in to see she if wanted to go out for a drink. "Trudy, come one and take a read through this e-mail from Lyn Jenkins," Sue said to Trudy. Trudy came into the office and read through the e-mail, smiled and looked up at her compatriot. "She sounds pretty darn serious and wants to avenge her humiliation. I guess the pic's everyone has been e-mailing about has her seeing red," Trudy said. "You know, she is pretty darn vindictive and the part of being owned is a bit frightening. What do you want to do about the bitch?" Sue thought about it for a while. "I think I need to start working out more and getting ready. Let's print this e-mail and talk it out over drinks," Sue responded to Trudy. The two attorneys picked up two copies of the e-mail and headed for their favorite watering hole, The Bearded Clam, for a couple of drinks. After a couple of drinks and some good hearted laughter at the match that has caused the re-match proposition, Sue and Trudy added a few additional points to the match. Specifically, Trudy thought it would be more interesting if there was a fifteen minute intermission between falls. The first five minutes after the first fall, the winner can dominate the loser. If there is a second fall, the winner can dominate the loser again for five minutes. With the final words penciled in as a draft, the e-mail draft would be returned to Lyn Jenkins. Later that evening, a tipsy Sue and Trudy sent the reply back to Lyn Jenkins. After they sent it, an immediate reply from Lyn came back: Accepted as proposed. Lyn. The proposed date was two weeks from this Friday. Both Sue and Trudy decided to get ready for the match. In her office Lyn, sat back in her high-back leather chair and said, "Good, very good. Time for some payback." To be continued...