Lady Wrestler By James Harvey - Chapter 04

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 FOUR 

After dinner everyone felt sleepy and some of the girls went upstairs to their bedrooms. “It's the country air," Brick explained to Bella. “We all hit the sack early around here and get up about dawn. If you can say anything for your training in this place it'll be healthy." 

Bella remembered her frequent habit of going to bed at dawn. It would be a novelty to see what the world looked like in the morning. She got out of her chair and peered out of the window. Night had plunged the landscape into darkness and a thin crescent moon floated in the sky like a brightly colored fish in a sea of ink. “Where do I sleep by the way?” she asked turning around. 

Charlotte had slipped into the chair next to Brick and was lighting a small cigar clamped between his strong, white teeth. She hadn't wasted any time Bella observed. 

“That's right, I forgot to show you your room," Brick answered after puffing a few times on the cigar. "There's not so much space here so we all have to double up. You don't mind a room mate do you?” 

Bella hoped that Brick was about to offer sharing his own quarters. Instead he said the worst possible thing. "I'm putting you in with Charlotte," he told her. 

Charlotte and Bella crossed glances like lances. "Oh, no!” Charlotte exclaimed. “Brick, honey, I thought you said you were going to let me keep that room to myself.” 

"Only if I couldn't find the last girl," Brick answered. “Come on now, Charlotte, all the other girls are doubling up." 

"Don't bother," Bella cut in. "I just as soon not share a room with Charlotte myself. I can sleep down here on a couch or something." 

Brick's eyes shifted between the two girls. He puffed on his cigar quickly as if he were trying to build a smoke screen between them. “No, I can't let anyone sleep down here. It's too uncomfortable and you girls need your sleep. The only thing I can do is rearrange roommates." 

Charlotte let out a long sigh. "If I had anyone to sleep with it would be Opal but you know that your sister has her, Brick. Tessie and Shirley are old buddies from way back and you couldn't break them up. The only couple you can break up is Zsa Zsa and Lily. You know I can't get along with that colored girl so that leaves only Zsa Zsa. And I can't stand that ugly puss of hers but I guess I'll have to learn." 

Bella felt her face flush in anger. She could see that Charlotte was as heavy handed as usual. Even in the shows she insisted on which girls she would share a dressing room with. Actually she wanted to be in the men's dressing room but she had to settle for girls she disliked the least. Charlotte was strictly a man's woman. 

“Then I'll put you in with Lily, Bella. Is that all right?” Brick wanted to know. 

"Fine," Bella answered. “I can get along with everybody.” Then she glared pointedly at Charlotte. “Well, almost everybody.” 

Knowing a good exit line when she delivered one, Bella swept out of the room and went upstairs. The door to one of the bedrooms was ajar and she knocked on it. “Come in,” Cleo said. 

Inside the room Cleo lay on a double bed completely naked. "Oh, excuse me," Bella said turning around. 

"Come on now, Bella," Cleo teased. "We have no secrets here." 

Bella brought herself to look at Cleo again, this time keeping her eyes on the girl's face. This was hard to do because Cleo had a remarkably beautiful body with a trim waist and breasts like two perfect cones. "I ... I was looking for Lily's room," she managed to say. 

"Oh, and what do you want to see Lily about?”

"I'm going to be her roommate.”

“But she already has one. Zsa Zsa." 

“There's been some changes. I suppose you could see at the dinner table that Charlotte's not my best friend ... or even least friend ..." 

“I see," Cleo grinned. “Come over here and sit. I want to talk to you.” She patted the edge of the bed close to those attractive breasts of hers. 

Bella hesitated for a moment. She felt a pass in the making and passes from girls left her ice cold. But she also knew enough that Cleo had to be pleased since she was one of the powers that be in this lady wrestling camp in the New Jersey hills. She sat on the exact spot she had patted with her anxious hand. 

"You're a very nice looking girl, Bella," Cleo said touching her legs. "Charlotte's nice looking too. I hate to see you two getting into a fight and ..." 

"There won't be any trouble," Bella injected quickly. "I'll keep out of her hair and she'll keep out of mine." 

"Well, don't go that far. After all, it's getting into each other's hair the thing that you and the rest of the girls are being trained for. When it comes to female wrestling the public expects to see some hair-pulling. That's going to be one of your first lessons, how to make it look as if you're pulling a girl's hair out by the roots when, in fact, you're barely hurting her." 

"I guess you know I really meant I intend to avoid all social contact with Charlotte.” 

Cleo let her hand open and close on Bella's thigh. "And I guess you know she has hot pants for my brother. You do too is my bet.” 

At any other time Bella would've reacted to such a candid comment by an instant denial. But, with Cleo's hand groping around where she was, as the song goes, “broad where a broad oughta be broad,” Bella felt that she couldn't pass up such a declaration of heterosexuality. So, she answered simply, “Yes." 

This announcement didn't even slow down Cleo's grabbiness. "Most girls are hot for Brick the minute they see him. Not that I can't blame them. But, I think Charlotte sunk her claim into him good and deep. I can't see how you can keep out of that girl's way if you're setting your cap for him, too." 

Bella found her chance to break away from Cleo's hot paws without its seeming that her doing so was because of her advances. She got up with a pretense of anger against Charlotte. “I don't give up so easily!” she snapped. “I'm better looking than she is and younger too! Look at me!” 

"So I've noticed,” Cleo said thickly. 

Opal came into the room with a terry cloth robe wrapped around her trim little figure. Her face looked as if she had just washed it and her newly scrubbed aura made her seem even younger than she was. “Goody!” she said. “I just love company." With that she dropped her robe and revealed her nakedness. 

She had a sweetly immature body with small, up-turned breasts. Despite the fact that she was underweight she was not scrawny. She was, instead, more like a compact version of Cleo, beautifully formed but simply smaller. Like Cleo, too, Opal felt no shame in displaying her body and she stood there looking deep into Bella's eyes. “I wanted to see more of you," she said. "I can see all there is of you," Bella responded. 

The young girl laughed lightly throwing her long blonde hair back across her naked shoulders. “You'll get used to me. I like being naked." 

Cleo opened her arms and the girl bounded into them. Opal lay upon the older woman, her childish buttocks bare in the lamplight. They began to kiss each other with great smacking sounds. Bella tried to pull her attention away from the lovers but it was affixed to them as if by a will of its own. She gazed at them as Cleo's always passionate hands swept over the young girl's back while Opal moved her body as a man would in an act of desire. 

Finally Bella was able to turn her head and she began to leave the room. “You wanted to find Lily," Cleo called after her. "She's in the room right across from this one." 

Bella left without speaking and closed the door. She crossed the hall and knocked at the door in front of her. Zsa Zsa's voice told her to enter. Bella took a deep breath and wondered if she was going to find another naked woman on the bed. 

To her delight Bella found that Zsa Zsa was sitting on a chair and reading a magazine ... in pajamas. She explained to her the new sleeping arrangements and Zsa Zsa got off the chair with a sigh. "I could see at dinner you and Charlotte got along like long-lost sisters ... hoping that the other would stay lost.” 

"Look, Zsa Zsa, I didn't mean to put you out like this ..." 

Zsa Zsa dropped some clothes over her arm. "Think nothing of it,” she grinned. “I guess I should feel complimented that Charlotte picked me for a roomie.” 

When Zsa Zsa left, Bella sat on the edge of the double bed. It suddenly occurred to her that, for the first time in her life, she was going to sleep with an other woman ... and a colored one at that. And what would Lily have to say about her replacing Zsa Zsa? The door opened and Lily walked in wearing a terry cloth robe. Apparently tonight was bathing night.

After exchanging "hellos” Bella explained her reason for being in the room. The colored girl gave the same response that Zsa Zsa gave. "You two didn't look cut out to be bed mates anyhow," she added. "I'll miss Zsa Zsa though. She was a very quiet sleeper." 

"I don't snore either," Bella told her. “By the way, where do I clean up?" 

"There's a shower and bathtub at the end of the hall. Both are empty now so you can have your pick. Just go easy on the hot water.” 

Bella thanked her and took a towel out of her suitcase. 

"Do you have a robe?” Lily asked. 

"No, I was in such a rush I didn't have time to pick one up." 

"Here," Lily said, "you can use mine." she took off her robe and handed it to Bella. 

For the third time in as many minutes Bella found herself looking at another naked girl. Lily had a figure much like Cleo's except that her waist was smaller and higher while her breasts were larger and not as firm. Her skin was smooth and the color of rich honey except for her nipples which were large, round and dark like two ancient coins. She picked up the edge of the bed covers and slipped between them. 

Bella took off her clothes and put on the robe. She draped the towel over her neck and walked down the hall. The bathroom door was slightly ajar and she entered it. As Lily had promised it contained both a shower stall and a bathtub. Both were damp indicating that they had been recently used. Then Bella remembered that both Opal and Lily had come from the bathroom at about the same time. How cozy, she thought. Eat together, sleep together and now bathe together. Bella decided on a long soak in the tub after the long trip from New York. She closed the door and turned on the water. When the tub was five inches full of water she took off her robe and stepped in. She picked up an unused bar of soap on the shelf next to her and began to lather her long legs that were now growing pink in the hot water. 

The bathroom door opened and Cleo walked in wearing nothing more than a large towel wrapped around her waist leaving her perfect breasts bare. "We meet again, Bella,” she said. Then she reached in the shower stall and turned on the water. 

"I... I noticed that door didn't have a lock on it,” Bella told her as she slipped deeper into the water and folding her arms across her own breasts. Suppose Brick ..." 

“Brick never comes up here. This is no man's land. He has a room downstairs and his own john. So we girls can act as we please on this floor.” 

Bella watched Cleo enter the shower stall and decided to let that long soak wait until some other day. She bathed as quickly as possible and got out of the tub. Cleo stuck her head out of the shower and looked surprised. “Leaving already?” she asked. 

“Yes, I'm tired. I want to go right to sleep," Bella told her as she shoved her towel against her second supply of red hair. 

“But I was waiting to give you your first lesson," Cleo said turning off the shower. “I still don't know if you can be taught wrestling and I have to find that out before you spend a night here." 

"But it's late," Bella complained. “Besides, it's cold and dark outside.” 

"Who says anything about going outside? We have a little indoor ring up here. It was my own idea. Just in case of rain, you know." “Yes," Bella said almost sullenly, “I know." 

As soon as she dried herself, Bella put on the robe and followed Cleo into a room across the hall. Cleo turned on the light. The large, single bare bulb showed nothing more than a room that contained a floor with wall-to-wall mats. Outside of that, it was completely bare. 

Cleo closed the door behind her and locked it. 

"A lock on this door but not one on the bathroom?” Bella asked. 

"When it comes to these private lessons I don't like visitors,” Cleo answered with that bright look returning to her eyes again. Bella knew that Cleo had more on her mind than wrestling lessons and tried to think of what to do. She could slug her and run but that would also end her career before it started. And she could simply play along with Cleo until ... until what, Bella wondered? 

Cleo dropped her towel and spread her legs. She put her fists on each hip. "All right, Bella, off with the robe,” she said sharply. 

Bella didn't even move. “Look, I've got to see what kind of body you have first,” Cleo told her in a softer tone. 

It made at least some small measure of sense so Bella took off the robe and dropped it on the floor. Cleo walked to the center of the mats just under the overhead light. She stared long and hard at Bella for what seemed to be several minutes. “Now, come over here," she finally said. 

Again Bella hesitated and then she walked over to Cleo. She smiled at her weakly. “You have a fine-looking body, Bella," she said. "Now lets see what kind of reactions you have." 

Suddenly Cleo grabbed Bella about her waist and threw her against the mats. In an effort to get away from her Bella twisted her body throwing Cleo to one side. She got to her feet almost as fast as she had been thrown off of them. 

Cleo lay on the mats with a stunned expression on her face. "Fine,” she said. “You're quick, but can you last?" 

She dove at Bella again, this time clutching her savagely on the buttocks and throwing her, once more, on the mats. Cleo leaped on Bella and pressed her nakedness against hers. 

Bella felt the unique pressure of another woman's bare breasts against her own. Cleo breathed hard into her ear and said thickly, “If I hold your shoulder blades against the mat for just three seconds you will lose the first fall. One ... two ..." 

Using all her strength Bella managed to free one arm and with it she grabbed Cleo by the hair and jerked it back. Cleo let out a scream. She let Bella alone while she tried to release her hair. As soon as Bella found an opening she let Cleo go and rushed over to the edge of the mats against the unpainted wall. 

Cleo stood just under the single bare bulb in the center of the mats. Her naked body was painted with many black and gray shadows. To Bella she looked like a wild and beautiful savage. 

"You're good,” Cleo told her softly. "But, don't let it go to your head. I can lick you and any girl around.” 

Bella wondered in just what way she meant that. "And I'm sure you can lick any girl around," she said. 

Cleo spread her arms. “One more try.” 

This time Bella waded into her with every intention in the world of keeping Cleo's shoulders against the mat for three seconds. She grabbed Cleo about the waist but that was as far as she got. Cleo sidestepped so that Bella's force was turned against herself and she stumbled into a heap. Quickly Cleo caught Bella's ankles and spread them. Bella found herself in a very ungainly position looking up at Cleo through her own bare limbs. “Now," Cleo told her, "I'll show you who is the master and who is the pupil.” 

Still holding on to Bella's ankles Cleo turned herself around and sat suddenly on her breasts. Bella tried to throw the woman off of her but Cleo flattened out bringing her knees against Bella's hands and pinning them to the mat. She bent Bella's knees as she brought her feet towards her. Cleo's grip on her ankles seemed as if it were soldered to them. Bella had to turn her face away as she was forced to look upon the view of Cleo's rear end. It rose above her hardly inches from her face and she could smell the scent of soap still clinging to her skin. 

“One, two, three!” Bella shouted. “You won!” 

“I didn't win you yet,” Cleo answered in a strange voice. And then her head plunged downward ... 

Bella's whole body reacted as Cleo busied herself with her favorite brand of love making. Bella squirmed mightily but Cleo had her cold. She couldn't move her hands because Cleo's knees dug into them deeply every time she tried to free them. She couldn't move her legs because Cleo's grip on the ankles kept them in complete control. She couldn't move her body because Cleo's own body pressed against it like a ten ton die. Soon Bella decided to give up struggling. Now only Cleo's head moved. And Cleo's teeth moved. And Cleo's tongue moved. 

And Bella, in a matter of speaking, lost her virginity.