Muddy England
by Aristocatch
Michelle has been put in touch with an English descendant of Lady Jane who, it turns out, possesses other manuscripts detailing Lady Jane's adventures with her maid Constance. It so happens that both women have a liking for wrestling in common and Marion takes advantage of Michelle coming to meet her in England to arrange for them both to take part in a charity mud-wrestling event.
Marion had arranged to meet the organiser of the evening's entertainment beforehand, and she took Michelle with her to a coffee bar in town.
“Hi! I'm Karen. Glad you could come. Marion tells me you have some experience of wrestling.”
“A bit yeah.”
“Tonight it's a party for some women's organisation. I forget the name, but it's basically a fund-raising event. There may be a handful of men present, but the guest list is essentially female, and females who can afford to come. They have also donated some of their old clothes – only top name goods! We'll dress you up in these clothes and fix up your hair. That's why we need you there an hour before.
“I've got two girls on first, then you two and two more after. Ideally I'd like you to hang around after your fight, so you can all six finish up in the ring! It's just possible that a guest or two might join in then (we'll stop them before). If they do they'll probably be drunk, so just play along, but best not to damage their clothes though.
“I'll leave it to you to plan your fight. Try to make sure the clothes get really dirty before you start pulling them off. Once you're exposed try to show it, or try to show the other, though with the mud they won't see much! Best if it's even and if you can get them calling for you, so much the better. Carry on a bit after you've both lost your clothes, make it look like it's a real contest. I'll leave it to you to decide who wins and how. Any questions?”
“Won't it be cold waiting after our fight?”
“It shouldn't be, but I'll try to find something to wrap you in. Chanel bathrobe or something!”
“Are there showers there?”
“It's a public hall, so there's changing rooms. A bit rudimentary but it should do. If it's no good I'll see what else I can fix up. See you in a couple of hours.”
A couple of hours later they got to see the hall for themselves. It was rather more luxurious than Michelle had imagined, more of a meeting room than a sports hall. In fact it was a complex of three halls. Food and drinks were being set up in the biggest hall, with some tables and chairs. A second room also had seating and tables. The third room contained a large inflatable paddling pool (if paddling pools were that size), which was filled with a shallow layer of a mud-coloured mixture. Plastic sheeting overlay the floor around the pool, but clearly any women watching ran the risk of being splashed.
The changing room were more rudimentary with one combined shower facility, rather than cubicles. There were lockers for their clothes, which Karen advised them to use. Two of the other contestants were there and so everyone was introduced. When the other two showed up, a caterer came through with glasses of champagne for each of them, and they were given a chance to enjoy the champagne and chat. Soon all of them knew about Michelle's trip to England and its purpose.
A large pile of expensive clothes arrived (apparently these women wear them once and then decide they don't like them) and they all had some fun in picking out clothes to wear. Each was soon outfitted in a style and certainly a price that none would have chosen or afforded by themselves. Greatest care was taken over the underwear as, logically, these would be the last remaining clothes. Surprisingly each of the contestants was looking for knickers that would allow their secrets to remain virtually hidden even as soon as the knickers were removed. It was generally agreed that, in case of doubt, they would indulge in a bit of packing to ensure that plenty of mud was forced inside these garments before they were removed.
Every thing was ready and the guests had started to arrive. The six were to mingle with the other guests, so as to appear to be party-goers getting into a fight, though no-one would be duped. Somehow it also seemed impossible to dress in such clothes and seem as though you were always dressed like that.
The majority of the paying guests seemed to know, or know of each other, and the six found themselves more or less together most of the time. Finding a table in the second room they continued sipping champagne and chatting. Four of them had moved on to soft drinks and they were getting to know each other well by the time Karen came back to warn them to be ready and they heard another woman announcing that those wishing to watch the entertainment should make their way into the third room.
The two girls who were to fight first were taken by Karen into that room, and the others waited until they could see other guests heading that way before joining them and mingling among the crowd.
The two girls put on a rip-roaring, bruising show. One spilt her orange juice over the others silk blouse, was grabbed by the victim who was berating her and the two promptly 'fell' into the pool, whereupon they threw each other around until coated from head to foot. By now the spectators were getting excited and various unladylike calls were to be heard. Taking their cue the two muddied beauties set about ripping that expensive clothing to shreds, shrieking the name of each fashion-house item by item as they were destroyed. Whether it was the exposed flesh or the loss of a top-mark product the spectators got increasingly excited. Soon both contestants were naked but continued until the initial victim of the orange juice extracted an apology from the perpetrator.
Even before the two nude combatants had left the pool Michelle and Marion had begun arguing. Putting on an enhanced American accent that she did not really have Michelle was protesting that American goods were superior to Marion's protestations that British was best. Deciding that the argument could not be resolved by words alone the decision was taken to transfer the debate to the pool and both climbed gingerly over the side.
They began pushing each other in the centre of the pool, pulling carefully at the expensive clothing, trying not to damage it too soon. Marion pulled Michelle in close to her and flipped them both into the mud. Michelle came out on top, only to be rolled by Marion, so that both were liberally coated in ooze. They had agreed that the initial stages be fought reasonably competitively, which would give each an indication of the others capacities. It was soon clear to Michelle that Marion would prove a good adversary. They held each other tight as they rolled in the mud, dirtying only the back of their clothes. Marion broke her hold and climbed to her feet, Michelle caught one of her legs and Marion was pitched face forward into the mud. Michelle was quickly on her back, absorbing mud from Marion's clothes on to what had been the clean part of her clothing.
Marion bucked and tried to throw Michelle off, but she hung on for a while. Marion rolled, forcing Michelle onto her back and breaking Michelle's hold. Now it was Marion's turn to pull Michelle head first into the mud. They met on their knees and used their upper body strength to try to throw the other, but already their bodies were becoming slippery with mud and they did not want to destroy the clothing quite as yet. Marion was thrown down into the mud, Michelle delayed her attack until Marion was half up, and Marion was able to deflect Michelle into the gunge.
Both slowly got to their feet and advanced towards each other. Each took hold of the others neckline and they began tugging at their blouses whose quality was not one necessarily of strength. Cloth ripped and both came away with handfuls of blouse. Michelle's blouse ripped so easily that Marion was spun into the mud by her own force. This met with the spectators' approval.
Michelle was keen to test Marion's skills out further and so she followed her down into the mud and they began grappling for supremacy, both giving plenty of effort into what was a genuine part of the match. It was clear to Michelle that Marion could hold her own.
The next time they were back on their feet they indulged in a session of trying to seize the dangling bits of blouse until all remaining muddied pieces of silk were torn away, leaving them still protected by bras, though Marion's was rather flimsy and one of her breasts kept escaping. She put it back twice before giving up, which prompted them to decide to remove the bras.
Even experienced as they were in mud, keeping on their feet was unpredictable and although they had talked in advance of trying to remove clothes when standing, so as to be the most easily visible, this plan was thwarted by the under-foot conditions. Down went Marion and she pulled Michelle with her. The bras were sufficiently elegant and flimsy that one pull was enough to end their resistance, and both were topless without providing the intended spectacle for the public. They now fought sliding and rolling over each other in the mud – arms rounds heads or hands holding waistbands to try to maintain some control. Totally uncovered Marion's breasts looked smaller than they had when one kept popping out of the bra, but daubed in mud, size could be hard to judge.
By virtue of using the waistbands for leverage, the dresses they were wearing did not resist that long, and soon both were only clad in knickers. The depth of mud on them, however, meant that from any distance it could not have clear as to whether they were clad or nude. Michelle was fairly sure that there was enough mud inside their underwear to protect their intimacy after removal, but she had an idea which she managed to communicate to Marion.
Breaking apart each got to her feet, with a hand filled with mud. Michelle started by pulling Marion's knickers away from the body with one hand and plunging her other mud-filled hand inside, which great theatrical show. The spectators loved it and they cheered even more when Marion duplicated matters. Both swung pretend slaps at the others head which, of course, missed but sent them spinning back into the mud to be followed by a game of cat and mouse as they tried to pull down the others knickers. Several false starts followed where one would appear to be on the verge of lowering the knickers far enough to inconvenience the other, only for the victim to slip away in time. As staged as this was it was just what the baying women wanted to see and they were soon cheering on Marion or Michelle, and in the case of some offering increasingly vulgar suggestions as to what they could do after.
With a highly successful piece of choreography both knickers were removed at the same time and the two gladiators set about chasing each other round in the mud to slap bare bottoms, perhaps to show that there was really no cloth to soften the blow.
Wrestling in mud is more tiring than wrestling on mats, due to the weight and slowing factor of the mud. Both were quite pleased when Marion caught Karen's nod which told them that they could stop. To the surprise and ultimately pleasure of the spectators they threw each other for one last time, shook hands and briefly kissed once, on the mouth. The cheers were deafening.
Karen handed them long smock-like dresses which they were able to slip over their mud-covered bodies. Even before they were covered the last two girls were throwing each other around the ring. Karen told them that as the two fights had lasted longer than anticipated she had asked the last two to speed things up. There would thus be only a short delay before Marion and Michelle would be back in the ring.
Indeed the last two got down to clothes destroying quickly so that when their breasts were bared parts were still their normal colour, but not for long! The last fight may have been brisk but it was exciting and on the face of it the two girls fought it out for real. The one who was clearly leading, visibly slowed up right at the end, so that they both finished up in just knickers. This was the cue for the four muddied warriors to rejoin the fray. The knickers lasted seconds and mayhem ensued for a couple of minutes as everyone grappled with everyone with no other objective than to create a lively spectacle. Lively it certainly was and two drunk ladies could not resist trying to join in. On Karen's instructions they were rapidly helped from the ring, but not before being obliged to spend the rest of the evening mud bespattered.
Then it was off to the showers to remove all that mud. Quite a lengthy operation! Michelle noticed that once cleaned Marion's breasts were much more remarkable, due in no small measure to the fact that her body was tanned, except for a very white area around the nipples. As they showered all the girls chatted and one, Lucia, thought to mention that she had the keys to a small hall whose floor was covered in mats as it was used for judo and other activities. Having heard earlier all about Michelle's visit to see Marion she now suggested that, if they were free in the daytime, she could give them access, the hall only being used in the evenings on weekdays.
In the end it was agreed that they would meet Lucia there the following day at 2 o'clock.
Once dressed in ordinary clothes after the shower, Marion and Michelle took their leave and returned to Marion's flat for a good night's sleep; thoroughly tired after all their efforts.