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No Good Grace

By Wolfboy

Elaine gets challenged

‘I know what you did Elaine’ Grace Swails whispered to the older woman in the staff room at the school one morning before the start of the day’s classes.

‘What do you mean Grace?’ Elaine replied evenly to the blonde French teacher, equally quietly as she felt her skin prickle with the sudden anxiety of just what it was that Grace knew about her.

‘We should talk about it somewhere a little more…..private’ Grace suggested, before she turned away to leave the room, a quick glance over her shoulder at Elaine just to make sure that she got the message to follow her. Of course, the older of the two women needed no further invitation and did just that, waiting a few seconds before following her. She needed to know just what it was Grace knew, or thought that she knew about her. She left the staff room to find Grace waiting at the end of the corridor, just looking back to check that Elaine saw her, before going around the corner. Elaine heard Grace’s heels clicking on the hard floor of the school corridor for a moment, then a door opening and banging shut. Now the only heels she heard were the sound of her own on the corridor floor as the traced the steps of the French mistress. She knew that Grace had entered the languages suite that was just around the corner, and knew it was as good a place as any for a private chat in the school. She approached the door slowly and opened it, feeling that nervousness subsiding a little; whatever it was that Grace knew, she seemed to be determined to keep it quiet as well.

‘So’ Grace smiled as Elaine entered the room, ‘you came’ she said.

‘You kind of told me to’ Elaine pointed out.

‘I guess’ Grace admitted. ‘So you want to know what I know…’ she said to Elaine. It wasn’t really a question.

‘I guess’ Elaine replied evenly. ‘I mean, I think that I probably know, but I’d still like to hear it from you’ she told Grace.

‘I know that you fought a parent, right here in the school’ Grace said. There was no accusation or feeling of scandal in her voice, it was just a fact to her. ‘I know that you’ve done some other arranged fights too.’

‘I won’t deny it’ Elaine admitted, ‘though that fight with the parent here was an arranged one. It wasn’t like we just started brawling, she wanted it as much as me’ she pointed out.

‘Oh I know...I heard you both setting it up. You really should be careful who’s listening you know’ Grace smiled thinly. ‘But it’s cool, I won’t tell anyone’ the French teacher said.

‘Well thanks Grace’ Elaine said, then she went on ‘but that was ages ago, so if you knew, why wait so long to mention it?’ she asked, a little bemused by the timing of this all from the blonde teacher.

‘Well you set me off on my own journey that night’ Grace told her. ‘I hadn’t heard of the idea of fighting like that before, and it interested me. So I probably should thank you for all of that’ she said. ‘I even fought that Jemma Baines kid after she’d left school. Fancies herself as some sort of professional catfighter that one’ Grace shrugged.

‘She’s a nice kid’ Elaine told Grace. ‘I’ve fought her too….had a fun time with her’ she said.

‘She’s a cocky, nasty little cunt’ Grace replied, her dislike for Jemma dripping from her every word. ‘But that’s OK...that’s how I fight too. And I’m stronger than I was when I fought her now’ Grace said.

‘So you lost to her then?’ Elaine asked; a simple question but one that seemed to irk the blonde French teacher.

‘I’ll rip the bitch apart the next time I fight her!’ Grace said in reply, that dislike of Jemma clear in her voice again. ‘But first, I want to fight you’ she told Elaine, the real purpose of their clandestine meeting now on the table for her to see.

‘Oh I see’ Elaine replied, able to take the emotion out of her voice easily enough, despite the way that the prospect excited her. Grace was cute but clearly fancied herself as a nasty bitch as well. She’d long suspected it to be the case, now she knew it, she saw how the younger blonde’s eyes danced with the excitement of a potential fight with her. ‘Now?’ she asked flatly.

‘Nothing I’d like more than to mess you up before you have to pull yourself together and teach for the day’ Grace said, moving closer so that her breasts were touching Elaine’s. ‘But, we need to be sensible. We won’t get to finish our fight satisfactorily here. Tonight. My house. I have a room set up for it’ she told Elaine.

‘Works for me’ Elaine agreed readily, just pressing her big breasts in to Grace’s pert little tits, to show her just how they would engulf her.

‘Best of 3 submissions bitchfight. Dress like a tart. I’ll fuck you up Mrs Smith. Really fuck you up’ Grace promised.

‘Dressing like a tart will come very naturally to you...Gracie’ Elaine shot back, using the form of her name that she knew really riled Grace at the best of times. ‘And in a bitchfight, the bigger, tougher bitch always wins. That’s me, in case you hadn’t noticed!’ she said, patting Grace’s cheek condescendingly before turning on her heels and leaving the languages suite to head for her own classroom. She realised that she was breathing heavily from the excitement of the fight, and as she glanced down to confirm it, she could only hope that her nipples stopped poking at her white silk blouse before someone noticed it! The thought of fighting that filthy blonde bitch clearly excited Elaine.

Back in the languages room, Grace was a little more in control of herself, as she smiled to herself at how well her plan to set things up had gone. It wasn’t the anticipation that aroused her so much as the actual fight and getting to hurt her opponent. And she couldn’t wait to tangle with that dirty old slag!

* * * *

Grace’s house was in the next town over from Elaine, meaning a short journey for Elaine to get there, following the sat-nav instructions for the address Grace had curtly emailed to her in the afternoon. She hadn’t followed Grace’s instructions to dress like a tart, not just yet anyway, wearing gym leggings, trainers and a hoodie for the moment. The bag on the seat next to her as she pulled up outside Grace’s house contained the prerequisite look for the when the fight started. She was pleased to see that the house was about as private as things got on a suburban street, positioned at the end of the road with parking to the side by some trees. Her arrival there would go largely unnoticed by neighbours, though not by the blonde watching her from behind the blinds in the lounge. Elaine got out of her car, picked up her bag from the seat, and walked up the short path, a few strides before she could rap the door with her knuckles. Almost immediately, Grace was there to open it and usher her inside with an appraising look on her face.

‘Thought I told you to dress like a tart, bitch? Not a fucking tramp…’ she pointed out, taking in Elaine’s appearance.

‘I’m not stupid bitch’ Elaine shot back at her. ‘I know you’ll trash everything that I fight you in, because I’m going to do the same to you. And anyway, you’re dressed like your at a fucking spa for the day’ she pointed out as the blonde wore a fluffy white bathrobe with nothing else visible beneath it.

‘Fair enough’ Grace allowed. ‘Well, follow me. Let’s get ready. I’ve been itching to do this since this morning and I’m sure you’ve been the same’ she said, leading the way to the back of the house, and the stairs to head up to the first floor. There were three bedrooms there, only one of them had been converted to what looked like a small gym, albeit one without any equipment standing in it today. The floor was padded but a hard enough surface, the walls were bare, and a blind was drawn at the window.

‘Nice’ Elaine allowed. ‘That’ll work’ she agreed.

‘It’s simple enough’ Grace admitted. ‘And you can wear heels on that floor. It’s sprung but not soft’ she explained.

‘Good’ Elaine replied, ‘I like fighting in them.’

‘You look like a fucking whore in them’ Grace smirked in reply, enjoying the way Elaine’s eyes flared a little at the insult. ‘Change in there’ she told Elaine, indicating the first of the two bedrooms. ‘Then come and meet me by the door of the other room, when you’re ready’ she said, turning away to head to her room without another word. Elaine did the same, and the blonde teachers, with similar intentions towards each other, were left along with just their thoughts, a selection of lingerie, and a dab of their favourite perfume to prepare for the match. Neither would need long to be ready, as Elaine heard Grace on a pair of high heels, make her way past her door towards the door of the room where they would fight. Elaine took a quick look at herself in the mirror and decided that she liked what she saw. A tight white sleeveless blouse, a size too small for her, was buttoned below her breasts, the button there already looking to be under extreme pressure. The blouse did nothing to hide a bright red satin half cup bra, exposing at least as much breast as it covered. She wore no knickers, just a red suspender belt, hooked to a pair of shimmering nude stockings beneath a short, flared mini skirt that matched her bra for colour. So did the four inch heels on her feet. Her hair was loose, not long as it just hung around her shoulders. She gave her breasts a quick push up, making sure that they would lead the way as she stepped out of the room to face Grace Swails, in the ultimate style of female fighting.

She was matched well in her slutty attire by her rival Grace, although the younger blonde had gone about it differently to her. There were no high heeled shoes or stockings for Grace. Instead her bare legs were very lightly oiled it seemed, giving her tan a shimmer at least on her thighs. She wore a pair of silver stiletto knee high boots on her feet, giving way to a denim mini skirt beneath which she wore a silver G-string. Unlike Elaine, she had elected to ditch the bra, wearing a tiny silver handkerchief style top which had a halter neck and the fastening behind her back as well. Both ties were shoelace thing, to the extent that they were barely visible from behind as her long and lightly curled blonde hair hid them mostly.

‘Fucking whore’ Grace smirked at Elaine.

‘Cheap skank’ Elaine shot back. Both women were itching to get their hands on the other now.

‘Rules’ Grace said, the final piece of the puzzle before they would fight. ‘Best of three submissions. No breaks between rounds. Anything goes below the neck, plus hair pulling. Anything you wear is also a valid weapon’ she said. Elaine eyed the brown leather belt on Grace’s skirt and didn’t even flinch from it; ‘fine’ she said. The belt was a potential weapon for her too if it went that way. ‘No face slapping?’ she asked Grace.

‘Not during term time’ Grace told her. ‘If you want to fist fight though, we will, first day of the summer holidays’ she suggested.

‘Might just take you up on that’ Elaine agreed.

‘One more rule. Leave the room, then you forfeit the fight’ Grace said, not waiting for Elaine to say anything. She knew that the older blonde wouldn’t quit the fight like that anyway. ‘I’m 5 feet 5 inches tall, 135lbs, 34B-25-37 and my record is 14 wins and 5 losses…..bitch’ she said; with that statement, Grace Swails entered the room first, ready to fight.

‘I’m 5 feet 5 inches tall, 151lbs, 36F-28-40, 47 years old and my record is 6 wins and 6 losses…..cunt’ Elaine replied, her voice even just as Grace’s had been. The two women might have wanted at each other, but there were going to do so as in control as they could be at first, perhaps knowing emotion to be their potential enemy here. Now Elaine entered the room, knowing that the fight would start when she did, without any signal, and then it would continue at pace until one was beaten.

It did that just as Elaine predicted, no sooner had both of her feet touched the spring floor inside the room than Grace was in her hair. Elaine gasped, finding a degree of surprise in the sheer ferocity of the smaller blonde as she really ripped in to her hair with a force that belied her size. Elaine steadied herself though, a degree of control regained by a hand of her own in Grace’s long blonde curls, resisting the initial surge of power from the French teacher. Then Elaine swung and landed the first telling blow of the contest, with a left hand to the ribs of Grace. Grace registered it, barely, despite it being a solid enough blow, the early adrenaline of the fight enough to overcome that impact. She kicked in return, the instep of her boot connecting with the side of Elaine’s calf, Just like Grace had, Elaine ignored that one as well, and struck back again with a punch to Grace’s breasts. Then the action really started as Grace took a hand out of Elaine’s hair and simply started to wail away at her body with heavy, wide swinging slaps. Elaine groaned, and launched her own flurry at Grace, with the two women trading heavy slaps to the body now while neither gave an inch at the centre of the room for the moment. The fight would go on for a moment or two longer that way, with the two blonde teachers hacking at each other’s bodies with the powerful slaps. It was Grace who switched tack first, not because she was bothered by the way Elaine’s slaps were reddening her body around the sides of her skimpy top. Far from it; she just spotted a chance to wrench open the buttons of Elaine’s white blouse, seeing that they were already struggling to control her big breasts, and she took that chance with aplomb, one movement ripping open the entire front of Elaine’s blouse.

Elaine didn’t miss a beat though. Where some women might have been surprised to be suddenly quite exposed, she simply called Grace a ‘little cunt’ and took two handfuls of hair to throw the blonde towards the wall of the room. That Grace didn’t go off her feet was a testament to how fleet footed she was on her four inch stiletto boots. Elaine was equivalently so on her heels though, and as Grace steadied herself, she pushed out a front kick to make the younger woman groan, winded as she was by it landing. Grace doubled forward, and Elaine eschewed the chance to club a forearm across the back to put her on her knees. ‘Lets flatten those gnat bites some more’ she mocked Grace, sending a knee lift up in to her breasts to straighten her up. Then Elaine showed off her wrestling skills, pulling Grace off the wall to slide a hand between her legs, lift and then body slam her with authority to the mat. Grace groaned, feeling the impact which was partly but not fully absorbed by the sprung floor, and she was relieved to see that Elaine didn’t follow up, instead taunting ‘get up Gracie….let’s fight!’

The name picked at Grace’s subconscious, the pet name used for her by her ex before he had cheated on her, with another woman she had trounced in a catfight as it happened. Incensed or not, she ignored it for now, and rolled herself clear of the confident older woman who waved her back in, and didn’t wait a second for the younger blonde to comply as she waded into her to take a handful of hair. Confident, she was stopped dead by Grace with a perfect right hand, exploding into her stomach, followed immediately by the slashing nails of the blonde’s left hand. ‘FUCK!’ Elaine moaned as they seared her skin, leaving their tracks across her body as Grace showed her she wasn’t a woman to enter a catfight with her nails unprepared for the task at hand. If ripping Elaine’s blouse hadn’t caused the older woman to miss a beat in the fight, then the nail slash following the punch did just that, her mouth dropping open just slightly. Grace saw her opening, taking two handfuls of breast, sinking into the sensitive flesh with glee, and using it as the grip to turn Elaine against the wall, her back hitting just as the pain from the breasts mail hit her system. Her eyes betrayed it for a moment as Grace taunted ‘fat tits can’t handle it bitch?’

‘Fuck off’ Elaine replied quickly, clapping both hands on to Grace’s breasts in return, through her silver top, to maul her. She saw the look in Grace’s eye, and mistook it for pain, rather than simply the excitement of being locked in a tit mauling contest with her opponent. Elaine doubled down on the breast maul, admittedly making sure that Grace felt it, but through her top it was of limited effect. She kicked Grace in the lower leg, once again finding that while Grace felt it, this kick was less effective too, with the French Mistress having her legs shielded to a degree by the silver leather of her knee high boots. Grace smiled cruelly then, knowing her breast maul had Elaine’s attention before she raked the stiletto heel of her boot down Elaine’s shin to make her scream in anguish. Advantage to Grace then as she quickly clamped a hand on to Elaine’s mouth seeming to go for the hand smother, only to quickly plough another short punch into her belly to wind her.

‘Get some fucking abs you fat slut!’ Grace admonished, stepping to the side to lash a kick across Elaine’s body now, her boot helping her to land that with force, and really put the older woman in trouble in the fight. She looked to drop forward to her knees, only to find Grace stepping in now, pinning her to the wall with her body at first as she got both of Elaine’s hands pinned to the wall above her head. There was the briefest period of hand fighting as Elaine tried to prevent it, but all too soon, Grace had both hands controlled there by her own left hand, and that cruel smile was back on her face. This time, it was the harbinger of three short punches to the belly, delivered rapidly, not allowing Elaine a moment to compose herself between them. ‘UUGGHHH!’ she groaned, wanting for all the world to slide down that wall and curl up to catch her breath, but she was pinned upright for the moment by Grace who clamped her hand over Elaine’s nose and mouth just for a moment. Elaine’s eyes widened in shock from that brief smother, and Grace knew she had her opponent in deep trouble now for the first time. She didn’t let her off the hook for a moment; Elaine would quickly come to realise that Grace was a ruthless woman when she got on top in a fight.

Grace planted her left foot in Elaine’s belly, grinding the hard sole and sharp heel of her boot in there for a moment. Then she grabbed the back of Elaine’s head and fell back herself to arc the bigger blonde through the air in a perfect monkey flip. Elaine landed hard, already winded from the punches and Grace’s boot in her belly’ she was ripe for the picking by the blonde wildcat. Grace saw it too, and she didn’t overcomplicate the issue, simply dropping into a schoolgirl pin, high on Elaine’s breasts, bouncing her butt as she enjoyed the cushion they provided her. ‘Bitch!’ Elaine hissed at her, but her arms were pinned to her sides by the surprisingly strong thighs of the younger blonde who just told told her ‘shut it you old cunt!’ and pressed both of her hands on to Elaine’s face in a double hand smother. Elaine’s eyes went wide in alarm at this almost immediately, struggling as she was to catch her breath after the punishing opening to the fight. The alarm was in knowing her arms were pinned tightly to her sides as well as the tight smother took its toll with Grace smiling down at her cruelly, still bouncing her ass on Elaine’s breasts.

‘You’d better submit slag. Don’t want you passing out now do we?’ Grace taunted, her tone making it perfectly clear she’d be delighted if Elaine did either thing.

Now Elaine’s feet pushed at that sprung floor, finding good purchase there even in her high heels, but she found that Grace was perfectly balanced there on her breasts. She failed to move the cruel blonde even an inch though and now she knew she just had to submit. Her feet drummed at the floor while she tried her best to cry out ‘I submit’, but it just came out as ‘MM...MMMMFFFF!’ with the smother in place. Of course Grace heard it, of course she understood it, but she kept the smother on with the innocent look of a woman who would claim to have heard nothing at all. Elaine’s feet thrashed at that floor again, with desperation as she cried out ‘MM….MMMMFFFF!’ again, a look of almost pleading in her eyes. Now Grace looked startled, almost if she’d just heard Elaine for the first time, and she lifted her hand very slightly to ask Elaine ‘sorry, did you say something whore?’

‘I said I fucking submit, bitch!’ Elaine gasped indignantly, glowering at her.

‘Oh….should have fucking said a bit clearer then you stupid cow!’ Grace smirked. She got off Elaine, but with an ominous enough warning for her. ‘Remember there’s no breaks, as soon as you’re on your feet we start again….and if you stay down for too long, I’m going to start on you anyway, slut!’

‘Fuck you, cunt!’ Elaine spat angrily at Grace.

‘Temper...temper Mrs Smith!’ Grace taunted mockingly. She didn’t want Elaine to be thinking straight at all for the start of the second fall, so a verbal exchange suited her just fine if it got the older woman up to fight again quicker.

‘Little bitch…..you’re going to fucking pay for running your mouth’ Elaine warned Grace, though the little blonde just laughed at her for now. She was preparing herself for the second, and she hoped, final fall of action, watching Elaine closely, wanting to get at the bigger woman quickly.

Elaine rolled wisely though to a corner of the room, so that she could get to her feet quicker than the onrushing Grace could cross the room, and at least she was ready for the knee that Grace tried to plough into her body. It landed, but not well, thanks to Elaine at least partly intercepting it with her hands to trap the leg against her body, and Grace found herself having to balance on one leg. It was Elaine’s turn to smile cruelly then at the smaller blonde now, just before she sent a heavy forearm smash into her breasts. Grace groaned, reaching for Elaine’s hair in retaliation to grab and pull it, but Elaine mocked her ‘oh come on Gracie….it can’t hurt those little titties that much!’ before she delivered another heavy forearm smash.

‘UUGGHHH!’ Grace moaned in protest ‘STOP FUCKING CALLING ME THAT!’ she snarled angrily.

‘Sorry Gracie’ Elaine laughed,’forgot you don’t like to be called Gracie any more now…..how is your love life these days?’ she asked. ‘You know….after he cheated on you and all that?’ she teased, sending a third forearm smash into Grace’s breasts. This time she felt the legs of the smaller blonde just buckle a little from the blow, standing as she was on only one leg just now.

‘UUGGHHH….FUCK YOU!’ Grace spat angrily in Elaine’s face.

‘Sure…’ Elaine taunted, ‘you’d like that, because sure as hell nobody else is fucking you right now are they….Gracie?’ she continued, raising the ire of Grace to new levels, but not giving her chance to respond as she sent a kick up into Grace’s crotch before releasing the howling blonde to fall to the floor.

Grace’s feet hammered that sprung floor for a moment as that pain built in her from the crotch kick, then just as it started to subside, Elaine dropped on to her with an elbow to the chest to punish her. It suited Elaine to keep it to wrestling for a moment or two now as she realised Grace really was a wildcat, and she used her skills to secure a headlock and bring Grace back to her feet in the hold. No sooner was she there, and Grace had felt Elaine crank her arms tight around her head and neck once, then Elaine sent her up and over her hip to drop her to the floor. As she did it, Elaine’s skirt tangled a little with the buckle on Grace’s belt, ripping as the smaller woman fell, and opening a slash to the waistband on her right hip. A slash that revealed very clearly she was wearing nothing beneath her skirt, and while Grace might not have noticed it right now, it was inevitable she would sooner or later.

Elaine was in Grace’s lightly curled long blonde hair now, taking a commanding grip to encourage the French mistress to her feet. Grace found her head tucked under Elaine’s left arm now, then the older woman’s hand between her legs to lift and slam her hard to the sprung floor. Elaine dropped straight-away, a splash landing across the body of Grace to make sure she was winded by the attack. Then the older woman shifted on top of her and tried to get control of Grace’s legs in a grapevine, finding once again the younger woman was surprisingly strong given her slighter appearance. It was clear that Grace was the product of some work in the gym, but Elaine persevered nonetheless, knowing that her 151lbs were grinding into Grace’s body through her pelvis, and she knew the younger woman could only resist her for so long in that position. She slapped at her breasts, then declared it was ‘time to get the gnat bites out Gracie!’. All it took for that was on good pull on her top, those shoestring straps no match for the real woman strength that Elaine held; the top came away in her hand with some ease. Bearing in mind the rules, Elaine bunched it and threw it out of the door, removing one potential weapon from the fray as she did so. Then she considered her own attire, realising her loose blouse, all of the buttons now torn off it, could be used in the same way and hastily removed that, also throwing it from the room. As she did so, Grace slapped at her breasts and hooked her fingers into the bare flesh that was abundant above her half cup bra. ‘Bitch!’ Elaine told her, but she had the leverage and sunk into Grace’s smaller breasts, with a thinly veiled enthusiasm to punish her. ‘Aagghhhh….fucking hell!’ Grace whined loudly as she felt Elaine’s nails dig into her. With her focus suddenly pulled to the pain in her breasts, then Grace was in trouble because Elaine was able to hook her for the grapevine finally, telling her ‘open them wide Gracie….something you’ve not needed to do for a while bitch!’

Grace’s hands went to her face for a moment, hiding the anguish she felt at the way she’d been spread so convincingly by Elaine, and she moaned in pain but her face was set in determination to ride it out. ‘GET….OFF…..ME!’ she demanded, starting to stop away at the easy target of Elaine’s big breasts, but Elaine took that and slapped back harder from her better position to really redden Grace’s B cups. She could see that she was hurting Grace, that she was punishing her towards a potential submission, but she had just the thought to finish her off. Without warning, she plunged forward, landing her F cups squarely in Grace’s face. At the same time, she pinned her arms in at the side of Grace’s head to keep it perfectly presented for the breast smother. Grace lost any grip she’d had of Elaine’s breasts, but she struck back as best she could now, hooking punches into Elaine’s sides. They lacked power though from the position she was in and Elaine made her gasp in shock and pain as she ratcheted up the grapevine and spread her a few more degrees. ‘OWWWW…..fucking cunt!’ she complained loudly, feeling the stretch in her inner thighs, feeling the fastener of Elaine’s suspender belt digging into her right leg. Most importantly, she felt the burning in her lungs fro the smother; Elaine’s big breasts were as effective as anything could be with the hold applied well.

‘Give up Gracie!’ Elaine taunted, knowing that calling her that might just make her fight a moment or two longer. ‘You’re going out if you don’t you little tart!’ she warned.

‘I can’t breathe!’ Grace whined now, without the good sense to save those words and retain the reserves of air it seemed.

‘So? Submit then!’ Elaine pointed out with absolutely no sympathy for the plight of the younger woman.

‘Aiiieeeee...aaghhh….yes, yes, yes...I SUBMIT!’ Grace moaned now, quickly admitting she gave up and making Elaine release her.

‘That’s right….you should get used to submitting to me now’ Elaine told Grace as she got off her, and stepped away, reminding her ‘when you get up Gracie, it’s going to be on again…..and I’m going to fucking destroy you and your little girl titties!’

‘Stop fucking calling me that you bitch!’ Grace complained.

‘Oh…..sorry Gracie’ Elaine replied, just poking the angry blonde some more with her words. Grace was simmering as she rolled to her knees, but now she caught a glimpse of that slash in Elaine’s skirt, and more importantly what lay beneath it. More specifically, the fact that no clothing lay beneath it at all. ‘Dirty tart….fighting with no knickers on. Why don’t you take that useless bra off and get those on show as well you whore?’ she challenged.

‘You take your slutty G-string off like the fucking hooker you are, and I will’ Elaine boldly stated. Was that a mistake? Her breasts were the biggest and easiest of targets to find after all.

‘Sure, bitch’ Grace smiled as if she’d unleashed some sort of master-plan to help her wrest back control of the fight. She stood, and bent over a little seductively as she slowly rolled her silver G-string down her thighs, then over her silver boots, stepping out of it one foot at a time, before throwing it out of the room through the door. ‘I know you want me Mrs Smith, it’s in your eyes you dirty lesbian whore!’ she taunted.

‘Don’t flatter yourself you little fucking tramp. It’d take a lot more than you to turn me on’ she told Grace as she unhooked her red bra, before throwing it from the room. She knew Grace was hot. Couldn’t deny it in fact, knowing that she’d found herself drawn a little to the blonde in the past, but she’d never let on; she was in control enough always to manage that in her fights she liked to think. Either way, the final period of the fight was good to go with both women back on their feet. Each had their modesty protected to an extent by short skirts, but more important, they both had their sights set on each other, the circling brief, before they came together aggressively for the final act of the fight. Their bodies smashed into each other first, a collision of bare breast on bare breasts, that only one woman was going to win, but even she felt the impact such was the momentum Grace had carried into it.

‘Cunt’ Grace spat at Elaine, opening up with a flurry of slaps, targeting only Elaine’s F cup breasts with the impact of palm on sensitive flesh, dragging her nails there with each impact.

‘Bitch’ Elaine replied, her voice quiet but firm now as this wasn’t the time for verbal sparring. She slapped back with equal vigour, targeting Grace’s smaller breasts in the same way Grace was going after hers, slaps and nail drags the order of the day to hurt her B cup breasts.

Grace broke first, so it seemed, but the arm she drew back into her chest didn’t stay a defensive measure for long before she sent a punch into Elaine’s body. A straight punch, it landed undefended and took Elaine a little by surprise, but she was able to brush off the follow up attempt to grab her hair by Grace, swatting her hands away and then sinking back into her pert breasts to twist and maul them. Grace’s eyes betrayed to Elaine that she was hurting her and she pressed the attack, only for Grace to swing a kick at her thigh, making sure that her boots were put to good use, and Elaine was wobbled on her own four inch heels for a moment. Wobbled but not put down, as she was able to steady herself by that grip of Grace’s pert breasts, then her eyes flared with pain because Grace had sunk into her breasts too, hooking her nails in to maul Elaine in return.

‘Bitch’ Elaine hissed at Grace, suddenly finding herself to be under pressure from the harsh grab of the breasts. She tried to send a knee into Grace’s body, landed it just about, but to little effect as Grace’s lithe body swerved out of her way. Caught a glancing blow, Grace shrugged it off, and found Elaine was off balance, wide open to a knee of her own to the body now. Unlike her own attempt, Grace’s knee struck Elaine hard, draining the colour from the older woman’s face, just as it snatches the breath from her. ‘You made a mistake there bitch….you’re fucking done now’ Grace mocked, keeping the grip of Elaine's breasts so that she could then use it to throw her across the room towards the door. Indeed, when she came to a halt, Elaine’s legs were halfway out through the doorway, before Grace simply grabbed her hair. ‘Don’t get running away!’ the blonde told her older opponent, then she cruelly dragged her, with a double handful of hair, so that she was fully back in the room.

A stomp followed, the toe part of Grace’s boot crashing into Elaine’s lower back, making the ailing blonde groan in pain as she still clutched her head from the painful way Grace had dragged her. Grace was on top and wanted to keep it that way now as she dropped down to straddle Elaine’s back. Cruelly, she got around the rule of not striking to the face as she used a hand in the hair to introduce Elaine’s face to the sprung floor. The floor had give but it was not soft to that kind of impact; ‘you cheating bitch!’ Elaine protested at the move. ‘Oh spare me….you should defend yourself better, whore!’ Grace told Elaine. Then she gripped her hair to force her face and chest out of the floor before cupping her chin with one hand, a cruel chin-lock just to punish Elaine further. She pulled back, as a result of leaning back to push Elaine’s skirt out of her way to spank Elaine’s ass now, raising a shrill yelp from the older woman as she felt the palm of Grace’s hand. She felt the nails too, just dragged a little as Grace showed she wasn’t afraid to fight dirty. It was a reminder to Elaine that she needed to try and escape from the chin-lock and get back into the fight, but she felt her energy just starting to wane a little as she struggled against the younger woman’s punishing hold. Grace smacked her ass again, and again, her fingers starting to leave their mark with increasing gusto. Then she smiled that evil, cruel smile, and reached back to oil check Elaine with a finger in her ass. Now Elaine kicked and squirmed wildly to the extent that Grace actually lost her grip of the chin-lock allowing Elaine to relieve some of that strain. At the same time though, it had very clearly alerted Grace to a real weakness for the older woman. As she still sat on her back for the moment, Grace mocked her ‘oh come on now Mrs Smith….you can’t expect me to think that was the first time something’s been up your ass!’

‘FUCK YOU...CHEATING LITTLE TRAMP!’ Elaine protested angrily before howling as she felt Grace’s nails scrape roughly across her back.

‘I think you’d like to’ Grace laughed, bringing a flush to Elaine’s face that Grace felt proved she might not have been a million miles wide of the mark. She was intent on the win though right now, she peeled Elaine from the mat by her hair, and showed her strength to again lift and slam Elaine firmly at the centre of the room. Now Grace was patient, allowing the initial pain and the impact to subside for Elaine, letting the older woman just start to recover and find her way to all fours. Then she struck hard, decisively, with a kick to the stomach, making Elaine gag for breath as she rolled to her back and clutched her stomach. Grace was never one to turn down a chance to show her nasty side; she positioned the stiletto heel of her right boot on Elaine’s breasts for a moment, then ground it in there painfully to make Elaine shriek loudly, ‘PLEASE STOP!’ in an anguished tone

‘Do you submit then?’ Grace asked, stopping that attack anyway. She hoped Elaine would deny it because she wanted to finish her off differently.

Almost on cue, Elaine weakly moaned ‘noooo’ and Grace smiled again before dropping heavily on to Elaine’s body, facing her feet. She shifted herself into position quickly to trap her older opponent in a reverse ‘69’ head scissors, her thighs only operating at half power to control rather than hurt Elaine yet. ‘Bitch…..OWWWW!’ Elaine moaned, the buckle of Grace’s belt just digging into her chest as she struggled against the move. Grace slapped at her body now, lightly, but warming Elaine’s skin as she almost marked time until Elaine did what she wanted, and tried to bridge. It was an attempt to alleviate the pain from the holds, but instead it finished the match effectively. As Elaine bridged, Grace was ready with a painful bowling ball claw hold with fingers in Elaine’s pussy and ass. At the same time, she went up to full power with her legs, tightening the scissor hold to take Elaine’s breath away even as she tried to scream in pain. Her first cry was little more than a rasp, then she found her voice as the agony crashed through her body. ‘AIIIEEEE…….AAAGGHHH!’ she cried out. ‘OH FUUCCCKK! OWWWWW….OWWWWWW….GRAAACE! I SUBMIT…….I SUBMIT!’ she bellowed.

‘Thought you would’ Grace smirked, just working the hold a moment more to make sure that Elaine would remember who the better woman was. Then she released her, leaving Elaine to lie on the floor for a moment, trying to recover from the punishing ordeal. ‘Actually not a bad fight’ Grace allowed now, ‘you’re better than I thought you’d be, for an old bitch’ she clarified.

‘And you’re a vicious little bitch’ Elaine groaned from the floor. ‘But you can fight, I’ll give you that’ she admitted.

‘Thanks. I’ll take being a vicious little bitch, and you’d do well to remember it. I would fight you again though’ Grace told Elaine. ‘Not straight away, but if you tell me you’re ready then we’ll do it over again. Don’t forget you’re my little bitch now though Elaine…’ the younger blonde smirked. ‘You can start by bringing me my coffee on Monday morning. You know how I like it’ she said.

‘You’ve earned it suppose’ Elaine agreed. ‘At least I know my secret is safe with you now’ she said to Grace, ‘because I know yours too.’

The two fighting teachers had that in common now. Both knew the other’s secret, but at the same time, they knew their secret, intrinsically intertwined with the other’s now. Neither could or would reveal it to anyone at the school for the risk that it would also bring their own secret in to the spotlight at the same time.