There was hushed silence in the semi-dark arena.

The silence was broken by a loud drum roll, and then bright lights came alive and centered on the sphere-shaped stage, showcasing four people that occupied it. Two were men — an announcer dressed in a black tux holding a microphone in his hand, and a stout-looking referee who stood with his arms akimbo. The other two — the contestants — were women, wearing G-string panties and nothing else.

The crowd was packed, nearly a quarter of them were men, all cheering as they were all here to watch another interesting cat fight between two lovely ladies. It was the reigning fad in town, and though it was still an underground sort of sports, already it was sweeping across the nation with organizers working hard to cash in on making it accessible to the public.The announcer walked to the stage and brought the microphone to his lips. Two TV cameras situated on opposite ends of the stage closed in on him.

The announcer walked to the stage and brought the microphone to his lips. Two TV cameras situated on opposite ends of the stage closed in on him.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer spoke with swell flamboyance. “Welcome to another exciting, spectacular edition of ‘Cat Fight’!”

The crowd erupted when he said that then minutes later resumed their silence.

“This promises to be an interesting match-up, as both contestants are fighting for the Inter-City Championship. Starting with the lovely lady to my left,” he indicated at a black woman with wavy hair bound behind her head. “We have the lovely, sexy goddess known as Blaze. She’s a hot number, and she’s got the heart and might to prove it. Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Blaze, y’all!”

Blaze smiled and waved at the crowd, many of whom whistled and cat-called her name. She was 23 years old, tall and athletic, with a supple body to die for. Her breasts were droopy with dark areolas and standing nipples. By day she was a yoga instructor and by night an exotic dancer. This was her seventh cat-fight bout. So far she had won four, lost two and drawn one. She intended making as much money to complete her tuition fees, but that was her secret.

“And in the right corner,” the announcer turned to the white woman bearing a crew cut across from Blaze, her arms folded over her chest with a smirk outlining her face. “She’s the meanest, feistiest gal this sport has ever seen, but also so sweet and charming, she can knock the balls and suck all the cum off any man in this room. Y’all know her, y’all have seen her in action, ladies and gents, give it up for Simon!”

Simon beamed and waved at the crowd of spectators. She was 31 years old, long-legged with muscular thighs, bearing an ample round butt with large pair of breasts. Her ex-husband was the one that introduced her to the sport and had continued with the game long after they got divorced. Besides loving the sport, the second best thing Simon craved was sex. Lots and lots of sex. It was the reason she broke up with her ex — he unfortunately couldn’t keep up. She couldn’t get enough of it, whether with a woman, a man, or both. Sizing up her opponent, she wanted her so bad and hopped to have some fun with her after the matchup.

The announcer introduced the game’s referee, and wished the contestants a pleasant fight then left the stage. The crowd had worked itself into frenzy; every person was itching in his/her seat, anxious for the main event to begin.

The referee gestured at both fighters to the center of the ring and murmured the perfunctory set of rules then stepped back for both ladies to get it on.

The cat fight had finally begun.

Both women circled each other in a wary stance before coming in for attack. They swung their fists and grappled each other with vigor and cunning agility. They seemed almost a perfect match with the way they spared. The object of the game was to pin one’s opponent to the floor with the cry of ‘Uncle’, or through the highest accumulation of points. Once victorious, the winner was allowed to fuck the other with a rubber strap-on dildo till the other begged for mercy.

The fighting dragged on with either woman scored minor points against each other but no clear victor yet. Blaze held Simon in a side headlock; the crowd whooped in ecstasy as both women rolled on the floor of the ring with Simon trying to fight her way off. Eventually she did and in a swift turn, had Blaze’s arm locked behind her back. Blaze did a super back flip and escaped the arm lock with ease. The TV side camera followed each woman’s move with ease. After more than thirty minutes of fighting, both women’s body glistening with sweat, it was obvious they were starting to tire.

In the midst of their grappling, Blaze did a scissors on Simon’s feet, bringing her to fall on her face. Moving with the agility of a cat, she fell upon Simon and began twisting her ankle. The referee hovered close to both women, observing with a keen eye.Simon threw in the towel and yelled ‘Uncle!’

The crowd went wild with explosion.

The announcer returned to the stage ring with microphone in hand and declared Blaze the winner. The referee handed her the strap-on with a jutting black rubber dildo in front of it. Blaze tied it to her waste and both men cleared the stage as she came after Simon.

She got Simon to be on all fours and ripped her panties off her in one quick motion. She spat into her hand and lubricated the dildo’s penis-shaped head before rubbing it against Simon’s pussy lips. Simon was eager for Blaze to begin. This was her favorite part of the game — getting fucked before the cameras and in front of the audience in the arena.

Blaze showed no mercy as she rammed her opponent with the dildo. She stood with her feet apart and held onto Simon’s shoulders, pulling her upright as she worked her hips, plugging her pussy with the strap-on dildo. The crowd chanted and gave frantic roar of approval; already the TV ratings were climbing to the roof.

Blaze grunted with effort as her hips kept fucking her hard. Simon grunted from each thrust. Her face pressed against the floor while she slipped a hand between her legs, rubbing at her clit. Her feature grimaced into a rictus of lust. In her mind she pretended it was a man’s cock that was fucking her. A huge black man’s cock. The more she imagined it the faster it drove her towards climax.

Blaze slapped her butt whilst increasing her pace, leaving red welts on Simon’s buttock as she continued pounding her. She spat filthy names at her, called her a white whore, told her she was a dirty white tramp that needed to be fucked by one. Her cursing spurred Simon to groan louder. She played with her pussy faster; it wasn’t long before she reached orgasm.But it wasn’t over; the referee came and withdrew both women to their individual corners. Blaze cast aside the strap-on and dug in for the second round fight.The fight this time was tougher and vicious than the previous, though it was more fun too as this time they were struggling to gain points with Blaze in the lead. Both women feinted and attacked aggressively, each attempting to out-maneuver and overpower the other into sexual domination. Simon fell on top of Blaze and locked her fingers into her pussy with as much force that she could muster. Blaze struggled amid her groaning effort as she attempted a different tactic of maneuvering to get between Simon’s legs. Simon realized too late what she was about to do and slid onto her backside to compensate.

Blaze burrowed her face on Simon’s crotch, sticking her tongue on her pussy. Getting a firm hold, Blaze clamped her lips on Simon’s pussy and nibbled and slurped like it was butter. As Simon’s grip loosened, Blaze inserted her finger into her asshole even as her lips kept their focus on her cunt lips. Now both women were caught in the excruciating throes of their separate pleasure. No longer were they fighting or pretending to be. This time they were more relaxed locked in a sixty-nine position. All around them the crowd’s chant grew beyond ecstatic proportions.

Both women achieved simultaneous orgasm before letting go of each other, gasping with wrenching satisfaction. It was then the referee rang the official bell and the announcer returned to the stage and declared their second fight a tie.

Later while the crowd remained in their seats awaiting the next match-up due to commence in a few, Simon and Blaze were showering in separate stalls in the changing room’s bathroom. Simon turned off her water and stepped out of the shower stall and approached Blaze.

“You’ve got quite a lovely body,” she said as she brushed her hand over Blaze’s erect nipples. “I’m wondering how great you would be in bed.”

They locked arms around each other and shared a passionate kiss. Their hands caressed each other’s tits and squeezed their butt before feeling over their crotch. Blaze slid to her knees and propped Simon’s foot over her shoulder. She spread her pussy lips apart like budding petals of a flower and flicked her tongue over her clitoris. Simon reclined against the shower stall and ran her fingers through Blaze’s hair while gasping and moaning. Later, Blaze rose to her feet and Simon too gave her similar treatment. They broke off afterwards as they knew they weren’t the only ones making use of the locker room; the present contestants might return any moment.

They dried themselves up and wore their clothes. Blaze slung her handbag over her shoulder and was about calling it a night when Simon stopped her.

“You still in the mood for some evening fun?”

“I don’t know. What have you got in mind?”

“I got a call from a friend of mine hours ago asking if I’m not too tired that maybe I could come by his apartment to fuck; he’s a black guy and he’s got a real man’s cock. He definitely won’t mind me bringing along company. Are you game?”

Blaze thought for a moment. “Well, I gonna head home and feed my cat and do some reading. But . . . sure, why not.”

They were both laughing as they left the room together like the best friends they were.