Among the Mountains, Ch 2

By Kim

Three weeks after her fight with Gillian Snow, Isabelle took Jordan and Guillermo to a bar called Hard Shots. The bar was at the far end of the street from the building they had bought, down where the workers lived and beyond them the brothels and those who scrounged a living as they could. It had been a shipping warehouse in some other life and someone had painted the bar’s name in red on the concrete over the sliding double doors. All three of them wore plain shirts and pants, the two women both of them with the fronts open to reveal generous cleavage and pants worn tonight and plainly on the lookout for confrontation and the man with them plainly military. Everyone in the town knew who they were and men smiled and flirted with Isabelle as they entered the warehouse and a woman leaning against the wall approached and brushed herself against Guillermo but he slid past her without losing his attention. Hard Shots was the largest bar in the town and there were hundreds of people drinking at an enormous bar that ran the length of the wall to their left and at dozens of tables. The bar and table area was half the warehouse space and the other half was a makeshift boxing ring surrounded by chairs and benches.

Isabelle had spent three days lying in bed after her fight with Gillian. At the end of that time she called her sister Alejandra in Mexico City on the satellite phone and they argued for an hour. The argument covered Alejandra’s marriage to Jorge Zedillo who now lay in bed gasping for air after a lifetime of smoking and her desire to move the Zedillo money north and their teenage years when Alejandra had first been sent to the Zedillo family by their parents and Isabelle had been sent to the school on the coast and the endless stealing from each other. Over the course of the hour Isabelle said that Alejandra’s plan for selling oil in the north was stupid and she was going to develop her own business interests in Denver and Alejandra replied that she would send a man north to kill her for her betrayal. Isabelle told her that she was in fact doing what Alejandra had intended with the money only in a functional way and that Alejandra lacked the balls to come and do the work herself and the phone call ended badly.

A week later Isabelle was asked to come to the Snow mansion again. She wore a red dress that showed her legs to good fashion and with a deep neckline and her hair in waves to the left. She met with both Gillian and her father Robert, sitting on the balcony on the back of the house. They ate eggs with tomatoes and onions and drank coffee and while Robert spoke Isabelle looked off to her left where she knew that cabin was beyond the trees. Gillian was wearing a white dress that showed off her athletic arms and legs and her beautiful face showed only slight bruising from their fight, the same as Isabelle’s. The jagged peaks of the Rockies were grey and brown in the backdrop. Robert said that after thinking about it, he did not see any reason that Isabelle couldn’t find a business for herself in their town and help it thrive. But, he continued, after talking with his daughter Gillian, he did not think there was a good way for the Snows to involve themselves with Isabelle and her family that would be profitable and secure over the long term. As he spoke Gillian was staring at her in a manner intended to communicate clearly that Gillian had pressured her father to spurn her and how much she had enjoyed doing so. Isabelle returned her glare and at the end of the breakfast the two women shook hands and glared at each other and then Isabelle returned to her rooms and got very drunk.

She was standing at the entry to Hard Shots with Jordan and their man Guillermo when a tall, older man approached and welcomed them. He was Jimmy Logan, the owner, and he had already spoken with Guillermo. The man was balding and he wore a gold bracelet on one wrist and he was smiling all the time. He brought the three of them into the private room behind the bar and poured whiskey for them all. He said immediately that he was glad that Isabelle had come, that he knew of her family, and that he wanted to be in business with the Zedillos. By “her family” he meant her in-laws and the man’s abrupt and direct manner told Isabelle he was a fool and she thought perhaps that he was the kind of fool she could profit from. They all drank their whiskey and Jimmy took long glances at both women and Isabelle let him. Then his wife joined them. Misty Logan was a young redhead, very pretty with curly hair that hung above her shoulders, and she was perhaps two inches taller than Isabelle with a fit, toned body and small breasts. She was wearing jeans and a blue shirt that was unbuttoned to show the right amount of chest. The material was tight and her nipples were evident through the material. Misty was sitting next to Isabelle and the two women talked about Isabelle’s trip north. The Logans clearly knew about her meeting with the Snows and the two women talked about Gillian and her father. Misty said that Gillian had acquired a reputation as a woman not to be tried. As she said this Misty held Isabelle’s eyes with her own and then looking away tucked her hair behind her ear and then rubbed her collarbone.

“Did you notice our ring?” Jimmy asked. He took out a tobacco pouch and began rolling a cigarette. “We added it a few months ago. Really brings in the crowds. We let the customers get in there and mix it up, but we have our own people who stage regular bouts. Women too,” he added, and then he turned from Isabelle to Jordan. “We have a girl who I bet you’d be interested in meeting. Lauren’s become our de facto champ. If you’re into that sort of thing, Jordan.”

“I enjoy a good fight,” Jordan replied, winking at Isabelle. “I think I’d be interested in meeting Lauren.”

Jimmy sent the barmaid who had been serving them and she returned with a tall blonde woman in her early 30s. Lauren had a pretty, determined face and a body that conveyed power. Her shoulders and hips were wide and strong and her breasts stood out firm from her chest, straining the t-shirt she wore. Jimmy introduced her to Jordan, who rose and shook her hand briefly and the two women looked each other up and down as Jimmy talked. Lauren was about an inch taller than Jordan and larger in the chest but Isabelle judged Jordan to be more attractive. Jimmy brought them together as he talked, one arm on the back of each woman, so that their breasts were nearly touching as he talked about their having a fight in the Hard Shots ring. Lauren was already scheduled to fight that night, a waitress at one of the other bars who had earned a reputation for herself. Misty suggested that Lauren fight Jordan instead.

“So you think you’re pretty tough, huh?” Lauren asked.

“Guess I do.”

“They’ve brought me some tough bitches, and I keep knocking ‘em down.”

“Guess that makes you the queen bitch around here.”

“You do a lot of guessing, don’t you?”

“So, you want to fight or not?” Jordan asked her.

“Oh, I think that I do.”

Without shaking hands again the two women left, escorted by two bouncers. After the two women had left the room it was Jimmy, Misty, and Isabelle alone.

“We like to add just a bit of theater to the matches,” Jimmy said. “The fights themselves are straight, but our customers like a bit of spice.”

Isabelle said that she understood well. “We heard that you had a private meeting with Gillian,” Misty said.

“We have an interest in that sort of thing,” Jimmy added. “And we heard that you did quite well.”

“Not quite as well as she did, unfortunately,” Isabelle said. “But yes, we spoke alone. Quite stimulating,” she added, as she read the looks both of them were giving her.

“If you’re looking for more stimulation,” Misty said, touching her hand lightly on Isabelle’s forearm, “we sometimes have private matches in front of Jimmy and a few of his friends. A more discriminating crowd than the miners and the yokels here. And I think that you would be right at home with us. It can be quite rewarding as well.”

Isabelle brushed her hand over Misty’s and said, “I’d be interested if you’re on the table.”

“We’ll see how you stack up first, and then maybe something can be arranged,” Misty answered with a smile.

At that moment the door opened and a bouncer brought in a beautiful South Asian woman. Jimmy put out his cigarette and greeted her with a hug, and Misty did the same. She had thick, straight black hair that hung down to the middle of her back, and she had a fit, strong body. From her face and her stature it was clear she was a woman who was accustomed to being hated and enjoyed it and also that she was accustomed to being the smartest person in the room as well as the most attractive. Isabelle could see the curve of her thighs, her narrow waist and flat stomach and her round ass and the hard shape of her lean arms under the tight dress she wore, and the neckline was scooped low enough to show the cleavage of her medium-sized breasts. Isabelle was still seated when the Asian beauty’s eyes landed on her and fell into a deadly stare.

“You must be Isabelle,” the beauty said in a cold, flat voice. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Isabelle rose from her chair but not approach her. “I’m afraid I can’t say the same.”

“This is Olivia. She is a frequenter of the parties we were just talking about. Isabelle here is interested in joining us some time.”

“Really,” Olivia answered, looking from Jimmy back to Isabelle. “That’s a surprise. I wouldn’t think this slut would want to show her face to the other women around town after what my friend Gillian did to her.”

As soon as the sentence was over Isabelle and Olivia rushed at each other. They grabbed hair and stumbled around the room and then Olivia upended her and put her on her back across the table and slapped her across the face. Isabelle groaned and yanked at her hair and kicked at her and then Jimmy and the bouncer were pulling them apart. The two women were reaching for each other and shouting in their desperation to hurt the other and Jimmy told the bouncer to take Olivia to one of their dressing rooms. When it was the three of them again and the table and chairs had been set aright they again and Jimmy poured them each a drink from a new bottle of whiskey. Isabelle had whiskey from the previous bottle in her hair and on her clothes and she was nearly shaking in her desire to get at the other woman.

“Who was that bitch?” she asked.

“Olivia Chua,” Misty said. “She’s Gillian’s best friend. Collects gossip for Gillian, and they throw the parties for all the proper girls here.”

“She also likes to run with the improper girls,” Jimmy threw in. “And she has been known to rumble with the improper girls as well as with the proper ones. You know,” he said, pausing to light a new cigarette. “We could get a lot of people interested in seeing the two of you go at it. And it seems like you’re both keen on the prospect.”

“I’m up for it if she is,” Isabelle said.

While the Logans drank and talked Isabelle thought about Olivia and Gillian. Both beautiful women. Olivia whose breasts were smaller than Isabelle’s but whose body was tight and firm and powerful if less curvy than hers and whose black hair had framed the beauty of her face, the sexy little dress she had worn and Isabelle imagined all of the men in the bar staring at her, lusting after her. Olivia who had grown up with nothing, Isabelle imagining the shitty food and ugly clothes and how Olivia would have clawed her way up the social ladder, trading on her looks and her vicious attitude. And Gillian whose body was every inch as voluptuous as Isabelle’s own and who had as much wealth and power here as Isabelle’s sister Alejandra had back home. Isabelle herself would never have such power, she felt; it would always slip away to these other women, these women like her sister and Gillian who would tower over her in their ability to control men. And then she imagined the two of them, Gillian and Olivia, talking about her and laughing at her, at how Gillian had beaten her in their fight and at her clothes and style and at how she had no great man to stand next to and whom she could manipulate. For all her beauty and toughness Isabelle felt that she had always lost out to women like them and she yearned, from deep inside, to get her claws into them and make them hurt.

An hour later Isabelle was in the elevated VIP stand, watching Jordan head down to the ring. The electric lights overhead cast pale yellows and greys down into the shapeless masses and the concrete. The crowd was cheering for her and halfway down the aisle she started waved and smiling nervously. Isabelle knew that Jordan had done some prizefighting in her past and that she had done well but this Lauren seemed a formidable woman and Isabelle was nervous for her. Jordan was wearing a full length towel and when she climbed into the ring Isabelle could see that her feet and lower legs were bare. Jordan danced around the ring, alone with the referee, and then she came up beside him and kissed him on the cheek, which the crowd loved. Then Lauren came down to the ring, and the crowd cheered louder. She stalked down to the ring and climbed in and stood ready to fight. The ref called the two women together and went over the rules—no biting, no kicking, nothing to the eyes, and no breaking bones. Misty was sitting next to her and she explained that there would be an unlimited number of three minute rounds. Then the two women went to their corners and dropped their towels. Both women wore very tight jeans, cutoff high up their legs, and no tops. Isabelle took in the sight: the jeans wrapped around the flesh of their strong legs and their tight waists and stomachs and their large firm breasts topped by their nipples, hard with anticipation and nerves. Both women wore their hair loose, Lauren’s blonde and Jordan’s brunette, and their attractive faces were set and focused.

A bell rang and the two women came forward cautiously, their fists up. Lauren threw a punch that Jordan dodged and then Jordan jabbed her in the face twice, backing her up, and then following the blonde Jordan hit her in the stomach and then uppercut her in the breasts. Lauren hunched over, holding her hands over her body and then when Jordan pressed in again Lauren grabbed her by the hair and slung her into the corner. Jordan hit hard and Lauren threw rights and lefts into her stomach and breasts. Jordan covered up and eventually she shoved Lauren back and then tackled her to the mat. The two women grappled with each other, their bodies writhing as they turned and rolled. Jordan got on top and hit her but Lauren bucked her off and rolled clear. Jordan tried to roll clear but Lauren grabbed her from behind. She tried to get her forearm around Jordan’s throat but Jordan fought her off and just as Lauren started squeezing her breast the bell rang and the ref separated them. Both women went back to their corners with their hands on their hips, breathing hard.

They came out for the second round cautiously. Lauren hit her in the face with a jab and Jordan hit her back and they circled. Lauren tried to rush her but Jordan backed and circled away and hit her in the face. Lauren shrugged it off and began stalking her around the ring. Lauren threw a hook that Jordan ducked but while she was coming up again Lauren hit her in the stomach and then backhanded her across the face, sending her stumbling away. Jordan turned and gathered her wits and as Laruen rushed at her again Jordan blocked her punch and slugged her in the stomach and then hit her across the face. Lauren was dazed and Jordan slugged her in the stomach from the side and then when Lauren was doubled over Jordan grabbed her in a headlock. She twisted and threw Lauren over her hip and then landed on top of her. The big blonde was stunned and out of breath and Jordan took advantage. Lying to the side of her Jordan locked both of her legs around one of hers and got her in a headlock again. Lauren’s arms were constricted and Jordan put on the pressure. Then holding her head by the hair with one hand Jordan started punching her stomach and breasts but she could get no force. Lauren could not get free of the hold and for the last thirty seconds of the round Jordan clawed at her large breasts.

Lauren came out for the third round more slowly. Jordan met her with a wry smile on her face. She hit the blonde across the face, sending her back into the ropes, but Lauren came back and hit her in the stomach. Jordan was bent over and Lauren grabbed her bodily and ran her into the leather padding of the corner. Jordan slumped to her knees and Lauren hit her in the face and then pulled her up to her feet by the hair. She put her body into Jordan’s and put her forearm across her face, driving back her head so that she was looking up at the ceiling, and then she drove her fist up into Jordan’s firm breasts over and over. Then when she was done she stepped back, gasping for air, and Jordan fell to her knees holding her breasts. Before Jordan could regain herself Lauren pulled her up by her hair and bent her back over the rope. She hit her in the stomach and then as Jordan fell forward she turned her around and putting her in a headlock dragged her chest over the ropes. When they reached the corner Lauren let her go and Jordan fell to her hands and knees and then the bell rang.

Isabelle could hear Jimmy’s excited breathing next to her, and she turned and saw Misty giving him a hand job as he stared intently at the ring and she at him and then she saw Isabelle watching them and she winked at her. Back in the ring, Jordan was stumbling to her corner and Lauren was doing little better. The women collapsed onto their stools and their cornermen poured water over their torsos and into their mouths and wiped the blood from their noses. When the round started they rose and came forward slowly. They met in the center of the ring. Lauren threw a punch at Jordan’s face that missed and Jordan hit her in the stomach. Lauren stepped back and Jordan punched her across the face and then threw an uppercut into her breasts. Lauren was hurt but she hit Jordan as the brunette came at her. They fell into each other’s arms and staggered around the ring, hands gripping and sliding over each other’s backs and yanking at hair. Jordan pushed her into a corner and leaned into her, their sweaty bodies grinding against each other, and she hit her in the stomach, making the blonde grunt with each punch and then Lauren struck her with the palm of her hand in the head and shoved her away. The two women stood before each other for some seconds, chests rising and falling as they struggled for air and sweat covering their bodies and their hair plastered to their face and shoulders. Then they raised their fists again. Jordan hit her across the face and Lauren hit her back with a wild right that spun her around. Lauren grabbed her from behind and drove her face first into the corner but then Jordan whipped her elbow around. Lauren fell to the ground, holding her forehead, and Jordan turned and dropped on her. The two women struggled on the mat and Jordan got behind her and she locked her legs around Lauren’s waist and caught one of her arms as she did and then she put a chokehold on her and the fight was over as Lauren tapped with her free arm.

Isabelle took Jordan back to their rooms and she spent the next day lying next to her or sitting by the bed or bringing her food. At Hard Shots while they had taken the victorious Jordan back to her changing room Isabelle had struck an agreement with the Logans. She would meet with Olivia Chua in a rules fight at the Logans’ house and a small audience would attend. The audience would pay to watch and Isabelle and Olivia would each get a cut of the money but Isabelle would after the fight be allowed to meet with those viewers who wanted and that was what she was after. Late the following night Jordan awoke and she was ready and Isabelle climbed into bed next to her. Jordan’s lips and cheeks were bruised and rather than kiss her on the face Isabelle traced her fingers along the outline of her woman’s body and then sliding herself down she kissed her on the hood of her pussy and then she licked her slowly and then faster and Jordan moaned and clamped her legs around Isabelle’s head and then spread her legs as far as her aching muscles would let her. When Isabelle was done with her she put her head on Jordan’s shoulder and they slept together in peace.

Two weeks later Isabelle and Olivia were standing in the living room of the Logans’ house. The Logans, Gillian Snow, another married couple, and two single men were looking down on them from the balcony from the second floor. The house was a wood house in the woods, and Jimmy Logan had put down a mat on the hardwood floors and removed the breakables from the room. The walls were wood as well and behind each of the ladies were hallways leading to the two wings of the house. The two women had made a prolonged eye contact as they stepped forward out of the hallway from the bedroom where each had changed and then they stared at each other’s bodies. There was an excellent seamstress in town and the Logans had paid a lot of money for lingerie for them both. Isabelle in crimson and Olivia in eggshell and both of them with black along the intricate detailing of the material. Both of them beautiful in their intensity, Isaballe with her light brown complexion and her matching eyes and Olivia a darker brown and with green eyes. They each wore stockings that came up to midthigh and garters that held up the stockings and thong panties and corsets. Isabelle’s maginificent cleavage swelled up from the confines of her top and her ass was like a well-shaped moon between the stockings and the corset and in contrast to this was Olivia’s tight and athletic with her more modest chest and tighter ass and the subtle curves of the backs of her legs. The black hair of both women hung loose and straight.

Above them Misty Logan called for the right to start. Olivia raised her hands but Isabelle with a shriek of feminine rage at the thought of Gillian watching her overhead and this woman in front of her who had been part of the gossip and backstabbing against her launched herself forward. Olivia got partly to the side but Isabelle put her shoulder into the woman’s chest and the two of them went down in a tangle. Olivia was all twisting strength on the ground and she got away before Isabelle could hurt her but as the two women got to their knees Isabelle slapped her across the face and Olivia fell to her side and then rolling got back to her feet and Isabelle came after her again. Isabelle threw a punch but Olivia blocked it and hit her in the stomach and then as she was bent over Olivia grabbed her by the hair and spinning in a circle sent her into the wall. Isabelle hit the wall with a thwack and fell to her hands and knees and before she could recover Olivia was on her again. Olivia grabbed her hair and pulled her up so that Isabelle was on her knees before her and Olivia drove her knee up into Isabelle’s chest and Isabelle grunted. With a surge she gripped Olivia by the backs of her knees and pushed forward and the two women fell to the ground in a tangle. They rolled back and forth, their bodies grinding together as they pulled hair and grabbed at each other. Soon enough they fell apart and came to their feet again.

Their stockings were torn and their hair was tangled and sweat was on their faces, arms, chests, and Isabelle slid one of her large breasts back into the corset. Then they came at each other again. Isabelle slapped her across the face and Olivia’s head spun around her hair in a black whirl and then she came around and slapped Isabelle with a right and a left and then as the Mexican woman retreated the South Asian beauty hit her in the stomach and grabbed her hair. She turned her hips to whip her by the hair again but Isabelle anticipated and punched her in the breast. Olivia moaned and loosened her hold on her hair and Isabelle came up and gripped her bodily. The women turned in a circle and Isabelle drove her back into the wall and then she punched her in the stomach and slapped her back and forth and then she grabbed her and twisted and threw her the ground. Olivia lay stunned and Isabelle straddled her. With her mouth curled into a snarl she yanked her hair and using it pounded her head against the hard rubber of the mat they were fighting on. Olivia pulled at her forearms and then reached up and tore open Isabelle’s corset and sank her fingers into her large breasts. Isabelle shrieked in pain and tried to pull the hands off and then she slapped Olivia across the face until she let go and then Isabelle rolled off of her.

Isabelle was facing away from her on her knees and Olivia crashed into her from behind. She threw her leg around Isabelle’s and with one hand she pulled her hair and with the other she squeezed her breast. Isabelle thrashed and bucked and finally she got free. The two women were facing each other on their knees and Olivia slapped her across the face and Isabelle slapped her back. They collided with a wet smacking sound, leaning on each other and yanking hair and gasping. Isabelle began punching her in the side and then she pushed her over onto her back. She was lying on top of her and she punched her in the side again and then she punched in the side of her chest and Olivia moaned and then she sat up and tore open Olivia’s corset and now both women were topless. Olivia rolled her off of her and the women rolled and churned over each other in their thongs, the one crimson and the other eggshell, and they pulled hair and slapped bodies and faces and squeezed breasts and their thighs and hips strained and pushed against each other. At the end of it Isabelle was sitting on the small of Olivia’s back and she pulled her hair so that her head and torso were arched up toward their spectators and then she reached under her arm and grabbed her breast and made the South Asian woman howl in pain.

“You ready to give, bitch?” Isabelle asked.

In response Olivia some powered up to her knees and tossed the Mexican woman off her back. Bracing herself against the wall, with the darkest look on her face, Olivia rose and said, “No, are you?”

The women strove against each other one last time. They slapped faces and punched each other in the stomach and chest and crashed around the room. After hitting her in the face with a right and left and another right Olivia grabbed her by the arm and slung Isabelle into the wall and then pushed into her as her face and chest dragged down the hard wood. Then when Isabelle was on the floor Olivia rolled her onto her back intending to stamp on her body but Isabelle hit her in the back of the knees and she fell to the floor next to her. The women rolled back and forth again and then Isabelle got on top of her. Olivia again grabbed her breasts but this time Isabelle endured it and she slapped her with all her strength and then when Olivia was stunned she pried the hands off her chest and folded them under her legs. Then she squeezed Olivia’s medium-sized breasts without mercy and when the woman was screaming in pain she slapped her face back and forth until the screaming stopped. Then Isabelle stood and she whipped Olivia into the wall. Olivia turned to her and the women stood before each other, topless, drenched in sweat, their faces, chests, stomachs bruised and battered, hair ruined. And then Olivia tried to throw a punch that badly missed and Isabelle hit her in the stomach and then slapped her across the face and the other woman fell motionless to the ground.

Isabelle stood over her panting and when she was sure that the athletic beauty was done Isabelle put her foot on her and raised her hands overhead and looking up into the crowd she made eye contact with Gillian. The audience was cheering and clapping their fight and as Isabelle stood victorious over Gillian’s friend the two of them glared at each other and then Isabelle bowed to the crowd and staggered down the hallway and fell across the bed in the room that had been provided for her.