Lady Wrestler By James Harvey - Chapter 14

1962 Genre: Vintage Sleaze / Lady Wrestlers

When is a lady not a lady?

When she is a lady wrestler.

What compulsions drive these voluptuous creatures into the Lady Wrestling racket; and how are they different from other women? Why do they allow themselves to be clawed, slugged, kneed and butted? What do these super-gals do for sexual pleasure? Here is the only story that answers all of these questions and many more about this grotesque sport where girls pin girls for pay and pleasure.

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Brick didn't waste any time in having his girls cash in on all the publicity. Wrestling arenas all over the country now wanted them including the ones that never had a lady wrestling exhibition before. Everyone naturally wanted Bella and her talked about latex bathing suit. Bella Woods was now the star of Hardy Enterprises and could demand the highest price. When she did perform she was careful to get some sun before she went on. This led to a complication because, in her burnt condition, she didn't feel much like wrestling. All the girls went easy on her in the ring ... except Cleo and Charlotte. They wouldn't hesitate to rub Bella's already painful skin raw. But, Bella thought it was worth it, she had given Brick what he wanted. Lady wrestling was fast breaking into the male wrestling market. 

Soon imitators sprang up. Girls came out dressed in everything from Cave Women outfits to ones that boarded on near nudity obviously trying to recreate Bella's success. One girl did steal Bella's idea and had an outfit whose nude effect was sharpened by two, round, red spots fixed where two round red spots were expected to be fixed. Unlike Bella she didn't have a Fallon to plead her case and she had to spend a month in the county jail. 

Bella realized that, as the cooler weather drew on, she couldn't remain sunburnt. Once her skin matched her suit, she would be nabbed again. To avoid this, she got another suit made, one that was somewhat pink. It blended in with her sunburn, but she intended to wear it when her skin faded for the season. This would reverse the color combinations of her body, offsetting the problem that made the T.V. producer complain in the first place. 

The Hardy Enterprises developed quickly, and Brick moved it into larger offices complete with a receptionist. Brick himself changed. He no longer seemed to be the overly anxious and unsure boy but a calm and confident businessman. Bella knew that he finally had come out from his sister's dominance when he moved out of the apartment they shared. Brick had reached that point in life that all boys who become men reach, that of leaving the family fireside for the cold world. 

Bella saw to it that Brick wouldn't freeze to death and moved into his own apartment with him. To do this she had to elbow Charlotte out of the way. Charlotte, with the subtlety of a meat ax, cornered Brick in the office one day and pulled out her out-sized breasts to show him what he could have to come home to every night if he wanted to. Brick merely gazed at them for a moment and then said, “Sorry, Charlotte, I never did go in for bigness. Not there, anyway.” 

The apartment was a cozy three room place in the costly mid-town district only walking distance from the offices. Cleo kept the old place and stocked it with her girlfriends. After Brick left she seemed to go on a wilder lesbian kick than she usually did. Every night she entertained girls from the college and their friends. Brick started to worry about her. Cleo was now missing exhibitions or, at best, showing up to them late. “Sister or not,” Brick told Bella once, "I'll have to fire her if she goes on like this.” 

Brick may have broken away from Cleo but Cleo hadn't fully accepted it. When she showed up at an arena drunk one night, Brick finally told her that he couldn't have her around anymore. Cleo snapped back that she was planning on opening her own lady wrestling group anyhow and claimed that most of the girls would come with her. In the office Brick told the girls that, if anyone wanted to go with Cleo they were free to do so. It was merely a gesture because Brick knew that only Opal would stick with Cleo. When Cleo saw that this was so she screamed at all the other girls and stormed out of the office with Opal in her wake. As a parting shot, she yelled, “I'll start from scratch and have a bigger and better outfit, and all you will come around to me begging for spots!” 

A great sense of relief followed Cleo's departure. Now Brick felt he was fully on his own at last. 

“Do you think she'll do it?” Zsa Zsa asked Brick. “We're on the top of the heap now but a new bunch could as easily knock us off as we knocked off the top girls in the field.” 

“She'll make a fight of it,” Brick said. “But, maybe that's what we all need, a little competition. We can't go around wrestling each other forever." 

"Just the same,” Zsa Zsa added with a look of concern, “I think we should replace Cleo and Opal. After all, they are still damn good acts." 

Brick tucked Zsa Zsa under her heavy-set chin. "Sweety," he said, "you worry too much." 

Bella had the feeling that Brick wasn't as unconcerned about his sister as he pretended. That night she planned to get Brick to tell her about Life With Sister. 

As soon as they got to the apartment they made themselves comfortable, taking off their shoes, their socks, their outer clothes and their underclothes. As had become their custom, they stayed that way until morning, lounging, sleeping and loving in their nakedness. There was nothing one would want that the other wouldn't give. Brick was an intense lover and he never tired of seeing Bella's body. 

That night he crushed her breasts against his face and kissed them wildly. "I love you," he gasped. “I love every part of you ... every inch of you. I could just eat you up!” 

Bella moaned with desire as he bit and kissed her. He sank slowly to his knees and let his lips rest against her stomach. His hands clutched her buttocks and he dug his fingers deep into her body. At the same time, his tongue trailed wetly along her thighs and then, suddenly, like a devouring animal, his teeth pinched her sensitive skin and she gave a little cry of pain. Yet, she wouldn't pull his head away. She wanted the pain that he gave her. She wanted the pleasure he gave her too. 

Then she wanted him the same way he was having her. She spoke a few words, words that she never thought she would say to any man. Brick Hardy stood upright before her, stiff and muscular. Now it was her hands that clutched at his buttocks, her fingers that dug in deep, her lips that kissed, her tongue that trailed wetly upon skin, her mouth that devoured him. She felt the force of his passion and she let it fill her with its warmth. Then, slowly, she felt Brick's lust cool, a lingering tenderness coming to take its place. Brick pressed his open mouth against Bella's. Their tongues found each other and their senses were filled with each other's scent. 

"How disgusting!” a voice shrilled in the room. 

It was Cleo. She was sitting in a chair in a darkened corner of the room, wearing a man's raincoat across her shoulders with a whiskey bottle shoved into one of the pockets. 

"How long have you been there? Brick asked. 

“Since before you came in,” Cleo laughed. “Oh, you two are wonderful together. This will teach you to look before you love." 

“What do you want?” Brick asked her. "You look drunk.” 

Cleo got out of the chair and staggered over to Brick. Like a Bowery bum she tilted the bottle to her mouth and took a drink. She gazed down at her brother's body with red-rimmed eyes. "Still as beautiful as ever,” she said. “You should've stayed being a model... that's what you're really cut out for, you know." 

"Is that what you came to tell me?" “Not exactly, I want you to let me take over the business.” 

"Oh, is that all?” 

Cleo's face changed. She suddenly seemed sober. "Brick, listen to me, you can't do without my help. You need me.” 

Brick seemed cruel and he almost spat his words out. “I don't need you. I never did. You just made it seem that way.” 

Cleo threw her arms around him. “Brick! Brick! You know how much I love you! You love me too! Re member!" 

A great groan filled the room as Brick cried out and threw his sister off him. “That's over! We were kids then! Now leave me alone!” He grabbed Cleo and tossed her bodily out of the apartment and locked the door. Behind it Bella heard Cleo running away and weeping. 

She couldn't believe what she heard. She couldn't accept even the conception of it. 

Brick was breathing heavily near the door and Bella waited until he became calmer. "So ... now you know," he said. 

"You ... and your own sister?" 

"Not for years," he said. "Not in that way. I suppose you would learn about it sooner or later. Bella, my parents were a strange couple. For the first ten years of my life I didn't even meet another child ... except Cleo. My mother tried to tell me I was ‘sickly and that I needed to be taken care of all my life. My father didn't like the idea of me staying in the house all the time but he was one of these weak types completely controlled by my mother. To mother I was a pretty little doll to be kept as a plaything. Oddly enough she let Cleo alone ... maybe too much alone. She only wanted boys. She only loved boys. I suppose that's how Cleo began. Father was no help to either of us. When he died I didn't even cry.” Brick took one more deep breath and walked over to a chair and fell into it. For a moment he didn't speak. Then the words came out of the darkness. "Cleo loved me and I loved her. Then, the day came, when we ceased to love each other as children or as brother and sister. This lasted until I was about seventeen and I felt I had to end it. Still, Cleo was the only one I could lean on. It was she who got me into modeling. I didn't like it but it was a way to make money 

for a man without skills. Mother died and left me the farm. But, after awhile, I knew that she wasn't really dead ... she lived in Cleo. What you just saw was her final death. Now if only Cleo would finally leave me. . ."