There were about twenty seconds left in the first of the three rounds and once again Tina got the advantage which she retained until the bell. The crowd, however, it was clear was behind Ann.
The second round lacked the excitement of the first. Both girls seemed to be conserving their strength as they pawed at each other for most of the round. Towards the end, Tina sat astride Ann's stomach and seemed to ma ul Ann's breasts roughly through the material of Ann's outfit. Between the second and third rounds, I managed to get a few word of whisper to Ann. My concern was that she wasn't hurt and she said she was o.k.
The third round was unforgettable. Ann exploded out of her crouch when the bell rang and bowled Tina over with a ferocious rush. In a flash she was smothering Tina and was pinning her shoulders to the mat. Tina was no t used to this type of resistance and I saw her pinch Ann's left breast at the nipple. Ann yelped in pain and drew back from Tina. Tina took advantage of this trick to throw Ann off her and soon the girls were both back on their feet. There was no hiding that Ann was furious. This time as the girls grappled, Tina just grabbed Ann's leotard at the neck and tugged. The material ripped and split right from the neck all the way to below Ann's waist. In a flash, both of Ann's breasts flopped free. Paying no heed, Ann jumped on Tina and once again sat astride her and used her legs to help pin Tina. Ann also decided that she would not be the only fighter exposed to the crowd, and with several yanks, freed Tina's breasts from their containment. At that point the bell signalling the end of the fight rang. Both girls got to their feet and neither made any attempt to cover up.
Those in attendance gave the combatants a standing ovation. Even the girls who had previously fought were applauding the sincere and formidable efforts that Ann and Tina had made. Both girls stood drawing in great gulps of air as their chest heaved as a result of their exertion. The m.c. huddled with the promoter while they figured out who would be declared the winner.
Finally, the m.c. took Ann and Tina each by the arm and moved toward the center of the ring. "We have a draw!" he announced. The crowd reacted loudly to that announcement and quickly the chant "rematch, rematch" started up. At that point one of the promoters of this troupe came over to confer with the two girls. Ann motioned for me to join them. The promoter, Mike, introduced himself to me and I gave him my first name.
I had gotten bored. I had closed down my operation effective as of December 31, 1987 and after paying everyone a nice bonus we all parted amidst tears and hugs and on to new lives. Gerry and Ann stayed with me. Gerry simply to be my secretary in my new office and Ann to be with me.
I had purchased a townhouse in the East 60's in Manhattan and used a professional suite that a doctor had previously occupied to carry on my business. Ann and Gerry had offices there as did I. Ann had become quite weal thy as a result of the interest she had in the investments we had made. I had given her a check for $2.3 million when we liquidated the majority of our investment partnerships. For my part, I knew that my net worth now exceeded $400 million. I managed to keep that a secret from Forbes.
In July 1988 I had travelled to Los Angeles on business by myself. Ann was visiting her mother, and Gerry who would have accompanied me in her stead was feeling a little under the weather. I stayed at the Hotel Belair which was my favorite in West L.A. and for the first few days my schedule was pretty well booked. One Thursday, however, I found that I had nothing scheduled that evening and I was flipping through the paper thinking tha t I might take in a movie, when an ad caught my eye. One of the local clubs, Carroway's, advertised Foxy Mud Wrestling.
I decided to attend the program which it touted and arrived as the doors opened at 8 p.m. After being seated at a small round table around a ring lined with a blue vinyl tarp, I ordered a drink and nursed it and its suc cessor along until the show started at 9 p.m. The show consisted of a series of staged matches between very pretty girls who were wearing skimpy outfits. Before each match, the combatants did a semi-strip down to minut e bikinis and then sold kisses for dollar bills. I bought a few. The next to the last "match" was called a challenge match where one of the few girls in the audience volunteered to enter the ring against one of the troup e.
The fellow sitting next to me told me that these are the most interesting because the "amateur" sometimes really got enthusiastic and displayed more energy than the "professionals." I ventured the opinion that these are probably ringers, but no, I was assured that these were bona fide amateurs.
When the challenge match time arrived, a boisterous group decided to egg one of their female members on. The girl in question was none too anxious to get involved, but she did ultimately agree to participate. Stoked on no doubt by a few beers she was ushered to the backroom and later emerged, having been supplied with an outfit that was pretty skimpy consisting of a pair of shorts and a white t- shirt with a the beginning of a few tear s. As the bout got underway, i saw that it was the experienced girl's job to exploit these few tears and enlarge them. No corresponding headstart was available to the poor challenger. To the audience's pleasure, the ch allenger soon was struggling with efforts to preserve her modesty (such as it was) and at the same time engage in mild combat.
The final bout of the evening was an auction where one of the men got to pick which of the previous girls he wanted to contend with. I was not interested in this so I left and went back to my hotel.
A few weeks late found me back in New York and sort of rattling around looking for things to do. I asked Ann if whe would come with me to L.A. for a few days. Ann asked me what we would do while we were there and I tol d her that we would figure things out and that I would show her some of the places that I had been to the previous month. On this trip to L.A. we checked in to the Beverly Wilshire hotel. The first couple of days were not expecially busy. Ann did a little shopping and we went to a few meetings together.
Over lunch that Thursday I informed Ann that we were going to go to go to Carroway's that night.
"What type of restaurant is that?" Ann asked.
"It's not a restaurant, it's sort of a night club." I answered.
"Oh, what type of entertainment do they have?" Ann asked.
"They have a floorshow, you'll see."
"Should I dress up, is it a fancy place?"
"Actually, it is very casual. You should wear something comfortable and sexy."
We had an early dinner that night in our suite courtesy of room service. About 7:15 p.m. as the food cart and table was being removed, Ann started picking through her closet to figure out what she would wear. She aske d me whether I had a preference and together we selected the outfit. She wore a tight and short black skirt that I had not seen before over sheer to the waist pantyhose. As she put it on, and there was nothing else unde rneath, I could not imagine how she was going to be able to sit, get in and out of cars, or do anything else and maintain any sense of modesty. Apparently her strategy for dealing with that dillema was one of diversion, because she chose to wear a linen top that was filled to its limit with her breasts and which was essentially translucent bordering on transparent depending on how the light caught it.
"Is this sexy enough?" she asked. No answer was necessary, but I took her hand and guided it to a part of me which had reacted in suitably unambiguous response to her query.
We arrived at Carroway's and Ann immediately noticed the marquee touting the evening's entertainment. As we made our way to be seated, Ann looked around and I saw it register on her that there were very few women in att endance. We were shown to a small cabaret table at "ringside" and we ordered drinks. Ann struggled to find a way to sit at the table without exposing herself inordinately to the people sitting opposite us.
Ann and I watched the first two bouts. The routine was much as I had remembered it from my previous evening at Carroway's. I noticed however that many of the attendees were as intent on watching Ann as they were on th e show. Ann had difficulty keeping herself "arranged" so that she did not steal any more than was inevitable everyone else's attention.
At the start of the third match the soon to be combatants came out to do their almost strip to their fighting outfits and, as usual, they sold kisses for dollar tips. Ann held up a dollar for me and one very attractive blonde gave me a swift, chaste kiss. One of the people who was seated behind us, however, decided to have a little fun and held up a dollar over Ann. The blonde came back and without any hesitation leaned over to give A nn the kiss that the dollar bought. I watched Ann as she took all of this in good stride and good spirit.
The time came for the challenge match. The m.c. introduced the girl who was to fight the challenge match. She had some absurd stage name like Titanic Tina, and that she was. She was one of the few girls I ever encount ered who was fully as big as Ann, perhaps even bigger. Her breasts were carried in a bra visible through her purple lace dress which had a little flex to it so that as she walked around, there was a reverberating bounce.
She drew a lot of attention as she removed her dress and walked around the club in bra and panties selling her kisses for dollars. When she finished her introduction and went back to change into her fighting outfit, th e m.c. took the microphone to try and auction off the right to meet Tina in the ring. There was a little more interest in the opportuntiy to enter the ring than there had been the laste time that I came to the club. Abo ut three people were bidding at $20 increments and the total reached $160 just as the there seemed only to be one bidder left. At that point I raised my hand and bid $300. There was an audible hush and as the m.c. annou nced that I had won, I said no, it's not me who won, it's the lady I was with.
Everybody seemed quite excited with the idea that Ann was to be the combatant. There were a bunch of whoops and hollers as the m.c. asked Ann to join him in the front of the ring where the match was to be held. As she walked to the front all in the club saw her large, braless breasts bounce and jiggle under the sheer material of her blouse. Ann was then escorted to the dressing room where she was given an outfit to wear in the fight s he was going to have with Tina. After about ten minutes, Ann reappeared. She was wearing a blue and white spandex outfit that had to be at least three sizes to small. The material molded itself to her skin as tightly a s if it were sprayed on. Absolutely nothing was left to the imagination. The crowd's reaction to Ann alternated between shocked and silent amazement and spluttering whoops and catcalls. Ann was given a chance to "dance " around the area for dollars and she elicited a terrific, enthusiastic reaction. More than one guy tried to rest his hand on Ann or draw her close enough to him that he would have significant contact with her breasts.
Tina and Ann took their positions in the ring and waited for the bell. Tina traded on her experience and as soon as the signal to begin was heard she managed to pull Ann's legs out from under her and jumped astride her back and tried to pin Ann's shoulders to the ground. After a bit, Ann managed to arch her back and pulled Tina off her and both girls sprang to their feet. Once again, Tina knocked Ann off her feet and this time Ann lan ded smack on her face and I saw that she had a bloodied nose. The referee stopped the bout and gave Ann a clean towel to staunch the flow of blood. After a five minute hiatus, Ann declined the opportunity to withdraw an d insisted that she wanted to continue. I could tell that she was taking it all seriously.
There were about twenty seconds left in the first of the three rounds and once again Tina got the advantage which she retained until the bell. The crowd, however, it was clear was behind Ann.
The second round lacked the excitement of the first. Both girls seemed to be conserving their strength as they pawed at each other for most of the round. Towards the end, Tina sat astride Ann's stomach and seemed to ma ul Ann's breasts roughly through the material of Ann's outfit. Between the second and third rounds, I managed to get a few word of whisper to Ann. My concern was that she wasn't hurt and she said she was o.k.
The third round was unforgettable. Ann exploded out of her crouch when the bell rang and bowled Tina over with a ferocious rush. In a flash she was smothering Tina and was pinning her shoulders to the mat. Tina was no t used to this type of resistance and I saw her pinch Ann's left breast at the nipple. Ann yelped in pain and drew back from Tina. Tina took advantage of this trick to throw Ann off her and soon the girls were both back on their feet. There was no hiding that Ann was furious. This time as the girls grappled, Tina just grabbed Ann's leotard at the neck and tugged. The material ripped and split right from the neck all the way to below Ann's waist. In a flash, both of Ann's breasts flopped free. Paying no heed, Ann jumped on Tina and once again sat astride her and used her legs to help pin Tina. Ann also decided that she would not be the only fighter exposed to the crowd, and with several yanks, freed Tina's breasts from their containment. At that point the bell signalling the end of the fight rang. Both girls got to their feet and neither made any attempt to cover up.
Those in attendance gave the combatants a standing ovation. Even the girls who had previously fought were applauding the sincere and formidable efforts that Ann and Tina had made. Both girls stood drawing in great gulp s of air as their chest heaved as a result of their exertion. The m.c. huddled with the promoter while they figured out who would be declared the winner.
Finally, the m.c. took Ann and Tina each by the arm and moved toward the center of the ring. "We have a draw!" he announced. The crowd reacted loudly to that announcement and quickly the chant "rematch, rematch" start ed up. At that point one of the promoters of this troupe came over to confer with the two girls. Ann motioned for me to join them. The promoter, Mike, introduced himself to me and I gave him my first name.
We drove back towards our hotel and headed up Wilshire Boulevard. As we passed the Beverly Wilshire hotel, I asked Ann if she wanted to stop off at the hotel for a few drinks. We were both a little wired and Ann agreed that it would be a good idea.
The cocktail lounge was not crowded at all and Ann and I sat in a booth and ordered our drinks. The lounge was dark and we were off in a corner. One other couple was seated in a booth opposite ours. They seemed engros sed in their own discussion. It was not until our drinks arrived that Ann and I talked about her "combat" that evening.
"How's your nose?" I asked. "Does it still hurt?"
"No, it's fine. I am not even sore."
"You were some sight. I had almost forgotten how much I enjoy having other people watching you."
"I like it too," Ann answered, "and you know that it especially pleases me that it is a turn on for you."
I put my arm around Ann and pulled her close to me to kiss her. As I did so, I noticed that the couple seated across the way was looking at us. The fact that they were looking at us did nothing to diminish my attention to Ann. In fact, as Ann leaned closer and closer in to me she pivoted in her seat somewhat so that I realized her skirt was hiking up ever higher. As I looked past the couple opposite us I could make out our reflectio ns in the mirrored wall that was on the far side of the lounge which all in all was about fifteen feet away. I also realized that what I saw in the mirror was the same perspective that the couple in the booth opposite us had. I could tell that Ann's skirt had climbed so that the bottom of the skirt was only barely covering her bottom and that the back of her nylon-clad legs were in full view. I decided to add a little spice to what was happening and so I pulled slightly on the back of the skirt so that about the bottom third of Ann's bottom was now uncovered. I could tell that the couple opposite us was paying close attention. After about thirty seco nds, I released Ann from my grasp and we returned to our side by side, seated posture.
I whispered to Ann that our neighbors in the booth across the way had been watching us closely. Ann and I both then turned and looked at that couple. The man was in his 30's and was wearing a suit. The girl was asian, with a slim build and seemed to be in her mid 20's. Their gaze caught ours and they smiled. They turned towards each other and exchanged a few whispers and seemed to giggle. Then, the man, mimicking what I had done be fore, drew his girlfriend toward him and they started to kiss. Like Ann, the girl shifted in her seat so that she was facing her boyfriend with her back to us, and, as I had, he reached down and bunched up his girlfriend 's skirt and raised it so that she was exposed to us. The asian girl was wearing black stockings which were supported by a black garter belt. Her panties had only a narrow strip of fabric running down between her buttoc ks and they gleamed creamy white in the subdued lighting of the bar. After a few moments, the sight of the waitress approaching to freshen our drinks prompted them to rearrange their clothing and positions. I raised my drink in a silent toast to them and asked our waitress to bring them a round of drinks on our tab.
After the drinks had been served, I decided to take things one more step. Reaching over to Ann, I unbuttoned her the top several buttons on her blouse and then, in a manner that was obvious to our "friends" across the w ay, reached inside her blouse with my left hand and lifted and supported her right breast in my hand.
After a few moments, I withdrew my hand and leaned back to look across at the couple in the booth across the way. The man shifted in his seat so his back was to the mirrored wall and drew the asian girl towards him so t hat she was resting her back against his. As he nuzzled her neck, he slipped his hand under the pullover blouse that the girl was wearing and quite conspicuously, but under the sweater massaged and kneaded her breast. T hen, knowing that Ann and I were watching them closely, he lifted her sweater higher and higher so that as one hand cupped and squeezed the asian girl's right breast, her left was fully exposed. This continued for only a few moments, when clothing was rearranged to restore a modest sense of decorum.
The couple across the way motioned for us to join them in their booth and I told Ann that we should join them. Ann, however did not want to accept that invitation: "Bob, I'm tired, let's go back to the hotel" she pleaded. I was not happy with this response of Ann's and I knew that corrective measures would have to be taken.
I beat Ann to the office on Tuesday by about five minutes. Ann showed up at work in a cream colored blouse over a red skirt. She told me that she expected to spend the day interviewing prospective receptionists and that she had invited an office space broker to visit her at 2:30 p.m. and that she thought it would be useful if I sat in on that meeting. That was fine with me. I retreated to my office expecting that I would spend the day watching Ann at work. Ann busied herself at her desk and to my chagrin she remained fully clothed. I realized why pretty quickly when the door to the suite opened and the first of the candidate receptionists arrived.
For probably the umpteenth time in the past day or so I tried to take stock of what was going on. I had set out to start my business and somehow got hooked up with this person who I was wildly overpaying to handle day to day administrative matters. Ann seemed perfectly competent in that respect but she had the out of left field and remarkable penchant for mesmerizing me through the brazen display of her breasts. Where were we going and why wasn't I talking to her in explicit terms about what was going on? Obviously Ann had struck a responsive chord tapping into a voyeuristic streak I had. For the moment I continued to think that I would play along t o see where things were headed.
That day Ann interviewed about four or so candidates for the receptionist's job. When I asked her how things were going she said that she hadn't yet met anyone who seemed quite right for the job, but if she did she would bring the person in to meet with me too. We also met with the real estate broker and described the space we were looking for. We thought that about 4,000 square feet would do and described the layout we had in mind. Ann was quite emphatic that we were looking for space that we would could remodel to suit our needs and that we needed to have the flexibility to do tear down and rebuild walls to get things in order. We had not discussed this and I assumed that Ann had something particular in mind. I did not press her on the point however.
Ann left at about 5:30. I thought we had a relatively "normal" day and that did not bother me.