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Captured by Ann and Capturing Ann by R.D. part 12
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Captured by Ann and Capturing Ann
by R.D.
part 12
Los Angeles - August 1988
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 wealthy 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 that 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 successor 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 minute 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
troupe.
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 tears.
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
challenger 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 told 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 asked 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 underneath, 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 attendance. 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 the 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 Ann 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 encountered 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, the 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. About 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. announced 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 she 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 as 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 landed 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 and 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 maul 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 not 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.
"That was wonderful, wonderful" Mike said. "Look girls, they're going nuts,
how about one
more round?"
Tina spoke: "Mike, this girl ain't fooling around, she's really trying to beat
the tar out of me."
"I know Tina, that's what got all these guys going nuts. I've got an idea--
why don't we
take up a collection and if it is big enough, we'll have you fight one more
round for the kitty."
Without waiting for an answer and taking everyone's silence as acquiescence,
Mike went
to the center of the ring and addressed the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen,
let's give those girls a
big hand." He paused while there was raucous applause.
Leading the crowd on he asked : "Do you want to see more?" Cheers erupted.
"Well,
we're going to have to try and convince these girls to fight one more round. I
am going to ask
Shelley here, you remember her from the first match, to go around with this
basket and if we can
raise $1,000 from you all, we'll have a prize for one more round of
fighting--without time limit--until
one of the girls is pinned for a count of ten or one surrenders." Ann and Tina
exchanged glances,
as this was not what either had bargained for.
With that music started to play and Shelley circulated among the crowd trying
to raise the
necessary stake. Ann stood off to one side, leaning against a mirrored wall
with a towel draped
over her shoulders. Tina was about ten feet away from Ann and had put on a
t-shirt. The crowd's
reaction was pretty responsive, but people were tossing on dollar bills, some
fives and some tens,
but it did not look like they were going to reach the $1,000 target too easily.
I wondered what
would become of the prize money if the target were missed. Mike must have
sensed the same
thing because he started to prod both Tina and Ann to try and fire the crowd
up.
Tina responded by yelling insults at Ann, calling her a "weak cow" and other
barbs. Ann
was plainly irked by these things, but did her best to ignore them. I decided
to move things along,
and I dropped two quietly dropped two $100 bills in the basket.
"All right, let's see how much money we have" Mike announced.
He and Shelly divided the bills up in to stacks by their denominations and I
noticed that there were
four $100 bills in the basket. After about five minutes while the money was
counted in everyone's
plain view, Mike reported to the crowd that there were $1440 dollars available
for the winner. At
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