I kept going until there were 80 pounds on both sides. I’m not much into barbells so I wasn’t sure what he wanted. He explained that my job was to make sure he wasn’t crushed by the weight of the barbell if his arms gave out. So as he lifted this barbell, I did my best to hold it steady and not add any resistance. Then his telephone rang. He said, “Hold this,” and just let go of the barbell. So I was holding this thing above him. This motherfucker stayed on the phone, just talking on and on. I asked him how long he was going to be on the phone. He said Leah holds the bar as long as it takes. So of course then I had no intention of letting that barbell fall. I stood there, holding this thing up, with my body shaking and sweat dripping down me. Then Leah finally came in. I asked her how long she holds that bar up. She said usually he has the rack there to hold it for him, and she never holds it. So I was like, “motherfucker,” and I dropped it on him. He’s okay.
Leah works at an insurance company, so she always comes home in a business outfit. She was in a tight gray skirt and jacket over a white blouse. Even though her clothes may come from an upscale store, her body still comes from the ghetto. That little tight gray skirt wasn’t made to hold that kind of ass. When a Black woman walks, her ass moves with her. This skirt was designed for somebody who really didn't have any ass to work with. I could tell her body was hot and uncomfortable. She went with me into the man’s bedroom where she changed clothes while he dealt with his accidental injury. I sat on one corner of the bed as she sat on the other corner and removed her skirt. I told her she might as well leave the clothes on because I would get her out of them soon enough anyway. She just smiled and continued to undress.
As she walked across the room in her bra and thong, I was getting restless. I was about to get up and beat her ass in there. She took the thong off, rolled it up, and placed it in her briefcase next to some client’s important documents. She did the same with her bra. Then she put on lace panties and a sports bra. As she put her shorts on, I glanced over all of her tattoos. They were very nicely done. They were also strategically placed so they could not be seen while she was in business attire. When I complimented her, she thanked me and said “I see you got a little kitty cat on you.” She was referring to the black cat on the upper inner part of my thigh. I explained to her that it was a temporary tattoo, and I would never get a permanent one because I was indecisive and would grow tired of it minutes after getting it done. We were finally ready to go at each other. Before she walked out, I put my hand on her shoulder and told her, “Girlfriend, you know my style. I’m your girl but when we get on that floor, I’ll strip you and beat your ass.” She smiled again and said, “We’ll see whose ass gets beat.” Then we went back in the room with her boyfriend.
Leah came into the room in some very short shorts. Her arms and legs were long and lean. He stomach was tight and I could see the muscle definition in her body. I could see her power in every move she made. She’s a beautiful Black woman. I had a t-shirt on. I had cut off the bottom half of the t-shirt. My shorts were very short because I wanted my cat to show. The tattoo of a cat. They were little gym shorts like I used to wear in high school, with white stripes along the sides and little vents cut into the edges. I flexed to show her there was some muscle inside the pretty yellow girl in the gym shorts. She flexed back at me. I was ready to wreck a woman, and she was also ready to wreck a woman. I set up my Canon ZR40 on my tripod and stood woman to woman with this bitch.
I stood close to her, pressing my body against hers, breathing on her. I could feel her breath on me. Then she pushed me back from her. Then we locked arms. It was time to see who was the most powerful woman. We were about the same height and weight. We were both extremely fit. Her powerful brown body flexed and leaned into me, all of her muscles working together like a fine-tuned machine whose only purpose was to move me backwards. But I had no intention of letting that happen. I leaned into her body as well digging deep into their carpet. Every muscle in my body flexed, and all of my power came together against this woman’s body. At first neither of us moved. Then I felt my foot moving back some. So I summoned even more power than I had before, and I leaned in even deeper, pushing even harder. I felt my feet burn from the friction of the carpet. Then suddenly my body started moving backwards at high speed. All I could do was hold on as Leah rammed my body into the wall behind me.
The entire back of my body hit the wall hard. I felt it in my ass first. Then I felt my back hit the wall. Then my neck snapped back and my head hit the wall. Then Leah’s body came ramming into the front of my body. Her breasts rammed into my breasts. Her pussy rammed into my pussy. At first my arms were locked around her body but now they were at my sides. She took my hands and closed them inside hers. For a moment, I couldn’t fight. All I could think about was how easily this woman moved my body back. And I thought about how she made contact with all of the key points of my body, as if she knew what she was doing. Then she drew her body back, holding my arms against the wall. I just watched as she rammed her body hard into mine. I felt my body shake, and become still as she held herself pressed into me. Then she drew herself back again, and rammed all of herself hard into all of me again. Again, I felt my whole body shake, and become still as she held herself pressed against me.
Leah turned her head, glancing at her boyfriend who had the camera fixed on our bodies. I knew this was my opportunity to take control of her. So I gathered all of my power again, to thrust myself forward with everything I had. My body didn’t move. She turned to face me again, smiling. Then she spoke, as if she could read me like a book.
“I guess we know who is the most powerful woman.”
Both of our bodies were covered in sweat now, and our heat was intensified by our bodies being pressed together. She kept her body pressed hard against me, keeping her breasts on mine and keeping her pelvis pressed into mine. Then I felt her pussy move. She was grinding me hard. I felt my shorts riding up my ass. I could feel her heartbeat as if it were my own. I think I felt her clitoris. She was breathing hard like she was enjoying my body. I felt the rubbing in my clitoris. If I had been another kind of woman, I might have said “fuck this fight” and tried to get sexual with her. But I’m not that kind of woman. I leaned my head forward and kissed the side of her face. Then I tried to kiss her neck. She released my hands and put her hands on the sides of my head, running her fingers through my hair.
With my arms now free, I no longer had a need to kiss her. I gripped the back of her sweaty thigh, crushing as much of her meat as I could hold in my hand. I dug deep into her. All of the power left her thigh and I was able to push her backwards. I immediately started driving my other fist into her abdomen as my first hand lost its grip on her thigh. Her stomach was tight and she was taking the blows well. She took me by my neck and tried to swing me around her. I caught her body and took her with me, making her body crash into the tripod and her boyfriend. I fell with her. We both scrambled to our feet and I offered my leg to her, making her fall down again. Now I was standing and she was on her back. I jumped on her, only to catch one of her knees in my guts, and fall on my back. We both scrambled to stand again and this time we both got to our feet.
The time for power struggles was over. It was clear that I had to destroy this woman. We both came at each other and, rather than locking arms, I drove my fists into her body. She was taken by surprise, thinking I would lock arms again. I went straight for the solar plexus and abdomen, taking as much as I could out of her. For a few seconds, she couldn’t fight back. Then she started punching back and we found ourselves in a battle to see which woman would be destroyed first. We had already agreed there would be no blows to the head, so we exchanged blows to each other’s bodies. I delivered blows to her arms, and received blows to my arms. I delivered blows to her guts and received blows to mine. I attacked every open part of her body, only to have blows returned. I knew the only way to survive would be to last longer than her. I had to hope her body was being weakened faster than mine. Then finally my left arm failed me. She took my right arm and just held me, plowing her free fist into my abdomen over… and over… and over again.
I pulled my body away from her. She grabbed me by my shirt and ripped it off of me, along with the bra underneath. I felt like she was trying to fuck with my mind because I had told her, if an opponent was too easy then I would just strip her naked and beat the shit out of her. She was now trying to do that to me. But that was the object of this fight anyway so I guess she was doing what she had to do. So I came at her topless, only to be met with another blow to my mid section. The blow stunned me. She pushed me back and my body spun around and bent over as I moved backwards. I straightened myself out but before I could turn around, she jumped on me and rammed me into a door. My body went through the door into the bathroom. There, she took me from behind by my arm and neck and dropped me to my knees. She moved my head close to the toilet, trying to put it in. I resisted her but she was pushing me hard. Then I brought my elbow into her guts. I was aiming for the solar plexus again.
She faltered and I broke free from her, grabbing her and making her fall over. Then I climbed over her and back into the main room to get myself back together. She came back in faster than I wanted to. I was on my knees and she was standing. As I watched her coming, I felt like the next mistake I made would lead to my naked destruction. So as she ran at me, I came forward, got under her, and brought her body over mine. I think she came down on her shoulder and the back of her neck. Then her body fell flat on its back, and I saw her ass and legs bounce up. Then she fell flat and still. I didn't think about the possibility of her neck being seriously injured. I knew her better than that. My arms were still fucked up so I started kicking the shit out of her to the best of my ability. She didn't get up.
At this point, I was in full control of Leah. I stood over her, straddling her body. Then I lowered myself onto her, sitting on her pussy, getting her arms pinned under my legs. She just looked at me, no longer smiling. I took her sports bra and snatched it off of her, as the strength slowly returned to my arms. We were both sweating and breathing hard. Then I snatched away the support under the sports bra, letting her breasts pop out of them and expand. I knew I had to get her naked, and I should just get the rest of her clothes off and finish her. I wanted to do more though. There was a man there and she had brought me in to please him. So I brought my body up further on her body. I sat on her breasts, with her head between my knees and her arms still relatively helpless. I put my hands on her face, playing with her head, and brushing her eyebrows back. She tried to kick her body up, hoping to knock me off of her but my body just went up with hers and came down, my ass still firmly planted on her breasts.
Her boyfriend didn't know how to get the camera off of the tripod so he had picked the entire tripod up and moved in front of me to zoom in on my chest. I smiled for him, and said, “Are you ready to see her pussy?” She tried to kick me off of her again but she failed again. I let her try so she could use up more of her energy. Then I looked into the camera again, and said “I’m too much woman for her.” I prepared for the transition from her upper body to her lower body. Before I could get up, I saw her feet come up on both sides of my head. Then her legs wrapped around my neck and upper body. Leah is a very flexible bitch. So she couldn’t kick me off but instead she pulled me back, and all of the powerful woman I thought I was had suddenly been taken under control. My body snapped back hard as my back hit the ground. I felt my breasts bouncing all over the place. I didn't realize how violently they were shaking until I saw the tape later. My knees were already bent back and she quickly managed to get her arms from under them, wrapping her arms around my folded legs.
My hands were on her legs, trying to break her leglock. She wasn’t crushing my body so much as just holding it locked into place. Then I felt her trying to turn us over. I didn't know what would happen if she got on top, but she was on the bottom and I was in no position to stop her. So we fell on our sides and her body turned on top of mine. So now I was facing the ground with my upper body locked in some kind of legscissors and my legs in her arms. She did not hesitate to convert this into a Boston crab. I felt her grip my calves firmly. I felt the muscles stretching in my thighs. I felt my hips and ass come up. My back strained and the tears came down. I cried out loud and long.
Her control of my legs was critical to both of us as Black women. I think about Marion Jones running faster than any other woman. I think about Venus and Serena Williams traversing a court, destroying their opponents. And I think about Tyra Banks and Beyoncé Knowles prancing across a stage, shaking their asses. They all had something in common with Leah and me. As Black women, we all knew we had tremendous power in our legs, and our legs were an awesome force. And Leah knew, in order to defeat me, she had to destroy my legs. She had to take all of that power out of me. And that was exactly what she was doing.
I dug my fingers into the carpet, trying to pull myself away from her. That only increased the strain on my back. She dug her feet into the carpet and tried to move us the opposite direction. I searched for something to hold onto but everything moved further away as she pulled my body back. Finally, she released my legs. I lied facedown, still hurting. I felt her grabbing at my shorts. I couldn’t see her so I blindly tried to bat her hands away. My shorts and panties came down to my knees. I could see her boyfriend zooming in on me. Then I tried to roll over and find some way to make her fall. She took my feet and started dragging me into the bathroom again. This time, with my shorts at my knees, she held my hands behind my back with her left fist and held the back of my neck with her right fist. My head was right over the toilet bowl.
She pushed hard, bringing me even nearer to the bowl. I felt my head go in. I tried to pull back but my back was still hurting from the Boston crab torture. But my hands were slippery and she couldn’t hold them. I broke free from her and pushed myself back. She punched me in my abdomen quickly, and took my shorts and panties off of me. I sat there naked, my legs spread apart, thinking if there is anything left in me, I had better use it now. So I took her body, pushed myself back, and launched her forward. Her head hit the side of the toilet seat and fell into the bowl. The water splashed out. Then I pulled myself up and got onto her. I couldn’t kick her so I took her arms and twisted them behind her back. She may have been drowning but I couldn’t let her up. As I held her arms crossed and locked with my left hand, I started punching her back and thighs with my right fist. Her head swished in the bowl as I hit her. I saw some blood in the water and decided to pull her out, completely forgetting about my goal.
It turned out her lip had been busted on the inside of the bowl. Her hair was slicked down as the toilet water streamed down her body. I really didn't want to go on. But I had to go on. The pain in my back and legs didn't bother me so much anymore. I lifted this bitch and dunked her head back in the toilet. Now I was holding her arms behind her back and kicking the shit out of her thighs. You see, I know how to destroy legs too. Then I ripped her shorts and panties off of her quickly, raised her body, and threw her back into the main room. She fell to the floor, her body curled up and naked. At this point, I was feeling like some type of superwoman again. I turned her facedown, sat on her naked ass, and showed her how a Boston crab is supposed to be done. She was quiet, not fully recovered from her big blow in the bathroom.
Then I sat her up and wrapped my legs around her waist. I wasn’t trying to crush her. I don't even know if I had enough power left for that. I just wanted to hold her hips in place. Then I wrapped my right arm around her chest, brought it under her arm and put my hand around her neck. I snapped her neck back hard. Then I wrapped my left arm around the back of her body. Then I twisted my body, forcing her upper body to twist with me. Because we were in different positions, both of us twisting the same direction was going to cause one of us awesome pain. I could feel all of the muscles in her powerful abs and back, stretching to their full length and then pulling too far. She yelled but her yells turned into whimpers. Tears streamed down her face. Then I reversed the direction. All of her muscles snapped back and then got ripped the other direction. She yelled out loud again, and even more tears flowed. I felt her punching my back. Her punches still had force, and rang through me as if I was a hollow piece of meat. Then she passed out.
I dropped her body on its side. She just lied there, curled up, on her side, naked. Then I saw on her back, just above her ass, was a faint black mark. It was hard to see what it was because her skin is brown like caramel mixed with chocolate. I looked closer and saw that it was an impression of a black cat. Apparently while I was torturing her upper body and had her between my thighs, the sweat and pressure had transferred my fake tattoo to her body. I felt good about this because now I had not only stripped Leah and beat the fuck out of her, but I had left my mark on her. I put my clothes on, took my camera, and went home.
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