The Goomah

by

Ronin

Tatiana was a big, zaftig blonde from Russia. She had been sun bathing completely in the nude when she heard the doorbell ring. The backyard of her small house was surrounded by a very high fence. This provided her with a great amount of privacy. She put on her robe and went to answer the door. She knew who would be there..

Diana was a lovely young woman of Mediterranean extraction. Her hair was as dark as a raven's wing. Her skin was dusky and glowed with health. Like Tatiana, she was tall and well-endowed. She was wearing short shorts and a half shirt that showed off her well-formed midriff. She stood at Tatiana's front door, impatiently ringing the bell.

Tatiana took her time answering the door. When she saw Diana, she smiled.

"Vell," she said, "I did not t'ink you vould come." She had a deep, sexy voice that drove men mad with desire.

"You bet your ass I came!" Diana retorted, "I'm Big Mike's comare, not you!"

Big Mike had married his Brazilian girlfriend, Carmen. They were very happy, but like any self respecting mafiosi, Mike had a goomah, or mistress on the side. For the last three years, Diana Fabrizzi filled that position. She had been a cocktail waitress before meeting Mike. After becoming his girlfriend, she had received a car, clothes, a small house, and spending money. Diana enjoyed her situation. Mike was more than an adequate lover, and the perks were many. However, Mike had lately seemed to lose interest in the Italian beauty.

He had met Tatiana at the strip club he owned.. She had come from Russia to find a rich husband. She had gotten a job as a dancer at the club. She had caught Big Mike's eye soon after that. He had an eye for exotic pulchritude, and the Russian femme-fatale more than fit the bill. Every time Mike came to the club, Tatiana would make a big fuss over him. Some other girls had similar ideas, but the big blonde was able to intimidate them. They kept away from Mike. Tatiana had him all to herself.

One evening, Mike decided to take Tatiana on the town. After a night of dining and dancing, they had ended up in an expensive hotel room. The next morning, Mike asked her to become his mistress. She readily accepted his offer.

He told Diana to move out of the house she had been living in. Although he allowed her to keep the clothes, gifts, and money he had given her, the move had not gone over well with the Italian beauty. She swore that she would have her revenge upon the Russian bombshell. Now, she was here to confront her rival.

"Vell," said Tatiana, "come into the backyard, and ve vill settle this vonce and for all."

The Italian belle followed the woman she despised. Tatiana offered her a pair of black leather gauntlets.

"What are these for?" Diana asked.

"You vant to fight, da?" Tatiana said, "Ve vill fight with these."

"OK, Bitch. We'll do it anyway you want. I'll still kick your skinny ass!" Diana was nodding emphatically.

"Ve vill also fight in the nude." So saying, Tatiana removed her robe. Underneath, she was wearing nothing at all. As she got her first really good look at her foe, Diana felt a wave of apprehension pass over her. Tatiana's body was absolutely perfect. Not only was her body beautiful, but it was well-muscled as well. Tatiana went to the gym every day. She ran and lifted weights. Though she was a big girl, there was not an ounce of excess fat on her.

The Russian girl saw uncertainty in her opponent's eyes. She smiled at this.

"Maybe, you are scared, nyet?"

Diana eyed her enemy defiantly. "If you think I'm afraid of some over-stuffed blonde bimbo, you've got another think coming!" she said.

She quickly removed all her clothes. In a few seconds, she was as naked as her rival. Tatiana stared at Diana with frank admiration.

"You are a beautiful girl." she said, "It is too bad that your body will be ruined after I am done with it."

"Are you so sure you'll win?" Diana asked.

Tatiana simply nodded her golden locked head. She handed the Italian girl a pair of padded fingerless gloves. Diana recognized them as the sort worn by cage fighters. She put them on, striking a pugilistic pose. She threw a right to Tatiana's lovely face. The big blonde blocked it easily with her left. Then, the Russian girl grinned and kicked Diana in the stomach.

The Mediterranean beauty was shocked by the swiftness and viciousness of the attack. She saw the Russian beauty's leather-clad fist streaking toward her face like a colliding meteor. She saw stars, and then, blackness. When she came to, it was to see Tatiana standing over her, smiling down.

"Oh, come come," said the blonde bombshell, "I did not t'ink you would be so easy. Get up and fight."

Diana got to her feet, slowly. Her legs were wobbly. She knew she was already in trouble. She had been in a cat-fight before. Her opponent had been a smaller woman. Because of her size and strength, she had been able to emerge victorious. This time though, she had no such advantage. Tatiana feinted with her left, and drove her right fist into the Italian belle's proud breasts. Diana groaned. Tatiana threw her left into Diana's softly rounded belly. She followed up with a right cross to the dark haired beauty's jaw.

The Italian girl's head felt as if it full of buzzing wasps. She was becoming desperate. So, she tried to tackle the blonde. Tatiana, however, was trained in sambo, a Russian system of wrestling. She was able to throw Diana to the ground. As soon as the Italian beauty was down, the Russian goddess put her in a vicious leg-lock. Diana screamed in agony. Tatiana smiled as she switched from one leg to the other. Diana pleaded with her rival to stop. Her entreaties went unheeded as Tatiana continued to torture the gorgeous Italian girl. Perspiration covered Diana's entire body.

Then, just as the Mediterranean nymph was about to pass out, Tatiana flipped Diana on to her back, then dove upon the prostrate girl. She straddled the Italian beauty, slapping her face with either hand. The Russian femme-fatale let out a derisive snort of laughter. Yanking poor Diana by her sweaty and disheveled hair, she hauled her rival to her feet. Diana's legs ached terribly. She was hardly capable of standing upright.

Tatiana eyed her foe with total contempt. "You are nothing." she said, "You are too veak to keep Michael. He loves strong women. He loves me!"

The golden-haired goddess put her well muscled arms around her opponent's svelte waist, lifting Diana off the ground and crushing the Italian girl's beautiful body to her own.

Diana's lungs felt as if they were on fire, and her ribs were on the verge of collapsing. She struggled to free herself, but the beating she had received had taken all the fight out of her. Pretty soon, the pain the combined with the lack of oxygen and the poor girl passed out. She lay in her rival's arms limply, like an oversized rag-doll. Tatiana released Diana, dropping her on the ground. The dark haired beauty lay there like a pile of wet laundry. Tatiana raised her arms in victory as she stood over her beaten foe. She imagined a crowd cheering her as she displayed her victim.

Diana woke up. She was lying on a bed. She was still naked. She was bound hand and foot. Tatiana was smiling down at her. There was a vindictive cruelty in that smile.

"I have called Big Mike." The victorious Russian said, "I vant him to see vhat I have done to you. In the meantime, I vill enjoy you myself."

Tatiana began to kiss and caress Diana. The Italian girl burst into tears. She had become nothing more than her rival's sexual play-thing.

When Big Mike came in the room, he found his new goomah sitting on his old goomah's face. Both were completely nude.

"Come Darling." Tatiana said to him, "Let's play with her a while."