The Stripper and The Cheerleader

The Stripper and the Cheerleader
By Jonica

Amy and Kara had never met, even though they graduated within one year of each other from the same high school.  They even saw each other on occasion, but neither had no idea who the other was.  No reason for them too, really.  They ran in different circles...hung with different crowds.  The older girl, Amy, was a troubled child.  She stayed with the stoners and the heavy metal crowd.  By the time she was fourteen she had her first tattoo.  She dropped out of school altogether in the middle of her senior year.  Later that same year she took the stage at a local club and has been dancing around brass poles ever since.

Kara, lived what might have seemed like a charmed life.  She cheered and played softball.  She was a straight A student who didn't even need the cheer scholarship she later earned at the University of Alabama.  She could have gone on grades alone.  However, Kara was athletic and she loved to cheer.  She was always told she was a winner, so going to Alabama only solidified that theory in her mind.  Kara wasn't cocky, though.  She was quite the opposite.  She was one of the nicest cheerleaders in the squad.  Kara's biggest vice was she loved to compete.  She was always looking for a challenge...any challenge.  She played intramural sports that didn't interfere with cheer.  She played online games.  She excelled at cards and gambling.  She simply loved pitting herself against others.  She is an accomplished tennis player and golfer...not good enough to go pro in either, but good enough to win many of the games.  When she was bored, she would make up games to play....with herself if no other opponents were available.

Amy...on the other hand....was the antithesis of Kara.  Her life was rough.  Her mother was a drug addled stripper/prostitute who would routinely leave Amy caring for her two siblings at the ripe old age of 9.  That didn't last too long though past her 11th birthday, though.  One fire was all it took.  The state took all of them and placed them into foster care.  Amy was bounced around until the day she turned 17.  She spent the latter part of that year being labeled a runaway.  She didn't much care.  She started stripping that year too.  She lied about her age, made up a social security number, then lived off tips and handouts from then until now.  Amy really liked stripping.  She loved the freedom it offered.  The money was nice too.  She was proud of the fact that she hadn't taken drugs since she turned 18.  That's almost imaginable for a stripper.  Dancing was her drug now.  She had dreams of someday dancing for the New York Ballet.  She sometimes closed her eyes and daydreamed that she was Clara dancing with her Nutcracker.  Of course she would always open her eyes and find that she was still inside the seedy club and her partner was a cold, dull gold pole.  She didn't let this get her down, however.  She was dancing.  Someday she would get the chance to go somewhere.  Somewhere other than this dive.

One bright sunny spring day, Kara was sitting in her apartment bored out of her mind.  Most of her friends had gone back to wherever it was they came from for summer vacation, and the rest didn't play games.  She could go to the golf course but the only competition she would find there would be blue-haired grandmothers who would rather take their time and drink their mint juleps than play golf, or it would be randy old men who loved to watch her ass on her back swing.  No, not today.  She was bored...not desperate.  She was so bored she even started thumbing through the Penny Saver.  While sleepily skimming the want ads she ran across an add that make her open her eyes wide:

Wanted:  Young, fit women who love to compete, are not afraid to take part in tests of strength and skill, and love to match wits with like minded counterparts.  If interested, call 867-5309.  Ask for Jenny.


Kara was intrigued.  She did a *69 then called the number.  She did as instructed and asked for Jenny.  A short wait with a Tommy Tutone song playing over the air then Jenny answered.  When the call ended, Kara was even more intrigued!  She packed a gym bag with the instructed items and headed for her car.

A few miles away, Amy was riding in a Ford Bronco with her boyfriend.  He wanted her to try something new.  Something that could earn her a lot of money, and let him witness a spectacle he's wanted to see for a long, long time.  Amy won't lie...she's nervous.  This is unknown to her.  She is used to taking her clothes off in front of men, but this will be a first.  She has...so far...managed to avoid oil and mud wrestling.  She has no need to ruin her knees or break her ankles.  She is interested in this concept, however.  Wrestling another girl in front of a group of gambling men isn't much different than taking her clothes off in front of a similar crowd, right?  What's the worst that could happen?  She was told on the front end that if she got hurt they would pay the hospital bills and give her a nice stipend to tie her over until she can dance again.

The old warehouse was in a rundown part of town.  Kara was nervous because her kind never came here.  Amy was nervous, but she was more used to this than Kara.  Plus, Amy had her boyfriend to protect her.  He is a biker, after all.  Kara came alone.  She literally ran from her car with her bag clutched tight until she entered the building.  

Both girls were greeted warmly and escorted to separate dressing rooms.  The inside of the building was nothing like the outside.  This was a place made of old money and expensive upkeep.  This wasn't just a place to gamble...this was a club in and of itself.  Amy was impressed.  She's danced in some nice places, but nothing like this.  She could make a bundle here if there happened to be a brass pole somewhere near.

Kara locks the dressing room door behind her and quickly changes into the outfit she was instructed to wear.  She is not only nervous, but she is a little scared.  This is totally new to her.  However, she has to admit the thought of being locked in combat with another woman close to her size is very interesting.  So interesting, in fact, that she promises herself she will see this through.  She is doing this for herself, not for a bunch of screaming drunks and redneck sports fans.  This is all about Kara.  Win or lose, this will be interesting.

After a few minutes, a knock on the door snaps Amy out of her reverie.  Her grateful boyfriend was giving her soothing massage to loosen her up.  She takes a deep breath and asks, “How do I look?”  Her boyfriend responds with a wink, a nod, and an a/ok sign.  She grins and exits the room.  Her flip flops are the only sound in the corridor until she reaches the main room of the warehouse.  She takes a look around and smiles, this is her kind of crowd:  Rich, slightly drunk, and ready to spend some money.  Unless her opponent is a stripper...she won't have to worry about being uncomfortable.

A few minutes later, Kara enters the same room but from a different corridor.  She looks around at the faces in the crowd and she is shocked to see some of the old men she's played gold with looking at her with mouths agape when the recognition grows in their eyes.  However, they have the decency to not say anything.  They better not.  She knows where to find them.  They have seen her in shorts and a polo shirt before.  This is the first time they have seen less.  Her thick 5'0 130 lbs body clad in a black sports bra with pink trim and black hiphuggers with a pair of pink sheer exercise shorts over them.  Her long dark hair pulled back in a high ponytail.  Her muscular cheerleader body shines under the lights from a light sheen of perspiration.  She was trying not to but, but now she has no choice...she looks across the thin blue mats at her opponent.  Kara has had a little telltale sign of nervousness since she was a little girl.  As she looks at the woman she will wrestle in front of these men, she literally chews on her lower lip.

Standing across from Kara is the blonde Amy.  She is wearing a red and white spaghetti strapped top over her red lace bra.  A pair of black nylon cheeky panties complete her outfit.  She isn't the athlete Kara is, but dancing has firmed her 5'3 128 lbs body to near perfection.  The only blemishes are the occasional freckle and the tattoos that skirt her body.  Her peroxide blonde hair hangs loosely down to her shoulders.  Before they realize it, the two highly competitive women are standing almost nose to nose on the cool mats.  How they got that way, neither could later explain, but here they are.

They keep moving closer and closer until their bellies finally touch.  They each take an involuntary step back like an electrical pulse raced through their bodies.  But they continue staring at each other.  Hands on their hips and eyes locked on each others.  After a few moments, the blonde drops one arm then suddenly pushes it into Kara's shoulder.  A light push and the brunette staggers back.  She regains her balance and her competitive drive takes over.  She steps back toward the blonde and shoves her hard with both hands.  “Smells like stripper in here,” she growls as she shoves the taller blonde.

Statistics would probably prove that most fights begin with either a sucker punch or some sort of pushing and shoving.  This one is no different, but both women were told that punching was strictly prohibited in this match.  Amy would like nothing more than to knock the shorter girl the fuck out for her comment, but she knows that won't get her paid...and Bobby deserves to see the wrestling match he wants.  She will just have to find another way to make this snotty bitch pay for it.  So instead of punching the shorter girl, Amy lunges at her and grabs for her head.  The brunette tries to duck, but their bodies crash together with a smack of flesh on flesh and grunts of effort.  The taller girl's left arm snakes around Kara's head and then the blonde twists her hips in an attempt to force her opponent into a side headlock.  However, when Kara ducks, Amy loses her balance and they both fall to their knees.  The blue mats feel cold under their bare skin but they really don't notice that.  Instead they focus on the task at hand.  Both women have been in fights, of course.  That is the nature of their lives...one being competitive and the other growing up on the streets....but this is different.  This is competition at it's purest.  Two near equals struggling against each other to see who will come out on top.

When they fall to their knees, Amy sees a quick leverage advantage and decides to take it.  She shifts her body weight and throws her left leg over the kneeling girl's back.  Then she begins to slide around to Kara's rear.  The squirming brunette senses this can't be good and she tucks her chin to her chest as much as she can, then she begins to pull her arms and elbows close to her sides.  She squats on her knees as the taller girl pushes all her body weight onto her foe.  Kara is fortunate she tucked her chin because it is a simple move for Amy to slip from the headlock to a rear choke by simply moving her arm.  Kara keeps her chin tucked to her chest and Amy can only grind her forearm against the brunette's chin...which is painful enough, Kara decides.

Cheerleaders are natural athletes.  Anyone who has gone to a major college sporting event will tell you that.  They have extraordinary upper body strength which allows them to do the crowd-wowing stunts.  But their real secret is in the power of their legs, butts, and hips.  Amy learns really quick the power that a well-trained cheerleader has in her lower body as she keeps trying to break through her opponent's defenses and apply a choke.  She learns it the hard way.  Kara's body is literally coiled underneath Amy, and Kara senses the opening she needs when Amy gets a little too close to her shoulders.  The shorter girl suddenly pushes off the mat with her feet and thrusts her hips upward.  The surge of energy catches the blonde off balance and she stumbles forward, but even still she tries to keep her grip on her rival's head.  This proves to be a mistake when Kara bucks upward again while pushing as hard as she can with both arms on the mats.  The blonde loses her balance and lands hard on her side.  Kara, keeping her momentum stands and charges the stunned tattooed girl.  She grabs the blonde's arm with both hands and begins trying to pull her onto her stomach.  Kara is familiar with mixed martial arts, and she knows an arm bar can be a a devastating submission move.  She has never tried to use one...even when wrestling her boyfriend...but the thought of 'no better time than now' goes through her mind.

Kara twists Amy's arm and she almost has the stunned girl on her side, but then Amy senses the precarious situation she is about to be in.  She quickly swings her hips toward her opponent and manages to work one leg between Kara's spread feet.  Yanking her wrist...which is now slick with perspiration...she forces Kara to almost lose her grip.  Then she slams both her knees against Kara's left leg and pulls hard with her arm.  The force of the move coupled with Kara's leg being caught between the blonde's knees causes the shorter girl to lose her balance.  She staggers forward....releases Amy's wrist and topples on top of her foe.  The girls roll over and over struggling to get the upper hand.  Their arms and legs working feverishly trying to work to an advantage.  The roll from side to side...each wrestler on top at one point...but when they finally run out of momentum, Amy finds herself trapped in a body scissors by the cheerleader.

The power in a cheerleader's lower body can never be overstated.  It is immense, and they are almost always in great shape.  In this position:  Kara sitting on the mat with the trapped blonde on her knees, Kara can squeeze as long as she wants.  When her muscular legs tense, a yelp of shock and fear slips from the blonde, “NgghAAGGHH!!”  A smile crosses the powerful brunette's face and she feels certain the end is near.  It's just a matter of time.  Another pulse with her thighs...another yelp, “NGGHHH!!”  Amy's hands slam down on the brunette's knees and she starts writhing and squirming to free herself, but she is locked in good.  She even begins to sense the inevitable unless she can get a miracle.  She falls onto her butt and keeps pushing on her foe's knees but those damn thighs seems to squeeze even more.  Amy feels like she is about to hurl, and a tear forms in the corner of her eye.  Her hands slide down Kara's knee and shin moving to the brunette's locked feet.  There, she grabs the closest thing she can find....her tormentor's big toe.  Amy twists with all the strength she has left and this time it's Kara's turn to squeal, “Heyyy agggghhhh!!”  Her thighs let up ever so slightly and the desperate blonde sees a narrow opening.  She uses one hand to twist Kara's big toe and the other pushes hard on the brunette's knee.  She gets just enough room to wriggle her body up so that it's her hips that are trapped instead of her stomach.  Another twist and push on the knee, and their sweat-slick bodies slide farther apart and suddenly Kara can take no more of having her toe twisted.  Her feet pop free and she pushes away from the blonde.  Frustration and anger apparent on her face.

Kara rolls to her knees with her hands on her thighs.  Her chest rises and falls rapidly.  Her cheeks are flush and a deep scarlet...just as they always get during physical exertion.  Trying hard to catch her breath, she keeps her eyes locked on her opponent's.  Amy has gotten to her knees and is feeling much the same emotions as her opponent.  There is probably no way these two will ever be friends...not after this.  They are simply too competitive.  However, they both have a new found respect for each other.  Kara used to think all strippers were drug-hazed prostitutes....not this one though.  Amy always believed cheerleaders were spoiled, baby-faced, wimps.  Her attitude has certainly changed.  While the catch their breathes, they look around the room.  Their mostly male audience is quiet and watching the action with rapt attention.  For the first time, Kara really takes in the room.  The 'ring' is a sunken area in the middle of the room covered with the a fore mentioned blue wrestling mats.  The circular ring area is surrounded by tables for the audience.  There are waitresses serving drinks, and it looks like the audience can opt for dinner here at 'the club.'  Kara wonders how many wrestlers have been here before.  Giving the amount of money Jenny told her she would earn for this one match, probably many others.  Kara has to admit, this is actually fun.  She hasn't felt so invigorated in a long time.  This really is the most primal form of competition.  She now knows what the ancient Olympians and the Roman gladiators felt when they squared off for hand to hand combat.

Across the mats, Amy is experiencing similar thoughts.  Her chest rises and falls and sweat streams down her tummy.    She, too, takes a moment to look around the room.  This crowd isn't much different that what she is used to performing for, but this is different.  This is the first time she has felt that the outcome will make a difference for her.  Yes, the money is good, but she feels this is the first time in her life she can actually earn a little respect for an accomplishment.  She has been exploited all her life...she is being exploited now..but this time she feels if she manages to overpower the other girl...and force her to submit...it will be a turning point.  One thing she know is she will do this again.  Not just for Bobby, but for herself.  She is relying on herself, her body, and her wits.  For the first time she feels truly liberated.

After a moment, the mutual truce is over.  The two heavy breathing, sweaty girls make their way towards each other again.  Their arms lift and they lock up in the middle of the mats.  The only sounds are their heavy breathing, the shuffling of their knees on the mats, the occasional grunt of exertion, and the slap of flesh on flesh.  With a quick burst of energy, Kara manages to slide her body behind the blonde and she quickly locks her forearm around her foe's throat.  Dropping to her butt, Kara pulls the stunned stripper between her legs.  The shorter girl's powerful thighs begin to constrict again but Amy spreads her own legs and get a little lucky...she manages to catch Kara's feet and spread her legs far enough apart to allow her to squirm to her side.  She pushes her elbow into the cheerleader's belly and uses her weight to apply pressure.  The twisting causes Kara to roll onto her side and she has to give up the choke to keep Amy from breaking her ribs.  Frustrated, she releases the blonde and rolls away.

Back on their knees, there is no truce this time.  The two combatants quickly move in on each other and lock up.  Pushing and tugging trying to get an advantage.  Amy is able to use her slight height advantage to snare the struggling brunette in a front headlock.  Thrusting her weight forward, she pulls Kara's face toward the mat and pushes her own body weight onto the trapped girl's upper body.  Still on her knees, Kara squirms and writhes but she is unable to buck the taller girl off.  She soon finds herself slipping off her knees and onto her side...the blonde's weight and leverage advantage taking their toll on the cheerleader.  Amy keeps the pressure on the shorter woman and starts trying to roll her onto her back.  She senses she has the match well under control and it's now time to wrap this up.  When she get's Kara on her back, she tries to slip one leg across her chest and straddle her victim.  She has a very specific plan now and she keeps her momentum going until she slips across her opponent's body and pulls her other leg across her tummy.  From this position, it becomes easy to time Kara's bucking and push her bottom leg under her opponent's back.  Shifting again, and then clamping down.....

Kara's squealing scream echoes around the room, “NGGGHHHAAAGGHHH!!!!” and the audience knows immediately she is hopelessly snared.  It's simply a matter of time now.  Those who bet on Kara hang there heads, and those backing the blonde stripper hold their heads high...unable to hide their smiles.

Speaking of smiles, Amy is not able to hide hers either.  For the first time in the match she finds Bobby and her smile grows when she sees the excitement and pride on his face.  Kara isn't quite done, though.  She still squirms and bucks.  Writhing and pushing, she nearly manages to loosen the hold.  However, Amy has the upper hand and she bides her time.  Kara bucks wildly and leans into her opponent a little too close allowing Amy to snare the frantic cheerleader's head and pull her face against her chest.  Rolling forward and tightening her dancer's legs around the struggling girl, Amy begins bullying the cheerleader into the mat.  Grinding and smashing the air from her victim's sweat slick body.

Kara has been a winner at just about anything she has ever done.  She was a runner-up in her high school district's tennis tournament (the girl who beat her is now on the women's pro tour...so no shame there).  She is a 3-handicapper in golf and easily won her district tournament.  She wound up fifth in the state, but three of the four who finished ahead of her are either on the LPGA or mini-tours waiting to go on the LPGA.  She cheers for the University of Alabama, for goodness sakes!  She is a winner!  However, her barefeet slap the mat in frustration and she cannot breath with her nose and mouth mashed against her foe's bosom.  Her mind races feverishly looking for an escape, but her body simply cannot find one.  Her squirming and writhing begins to wane along with her ability to breath.  The stripper's thighs feel like the squeezing her in half!

Amy, on the other hand, cannot hide her elation!  She has met an equal and conquered her!  Submission is just a formality now.  It will come.  Maybe quicker if she squeezes her thighs a tad tighter.  Each time she tightens her legs, she can literally feel a little more air leave her trapped victim's body.  Little puffs of air from the cheerleader's mouth and nose feel cool on the sweaty skin of her bosom.  Another glance at Bobby, and she smiles widely again.  The rest of the audience in on the edge of their seats awaiting the exact moment of relent.

They don't have to wait much longer.  Amy tilts her head forward and frees one hand just long enough to brush some strands of brunette hair off Kara's forehead.  She wants to see her victim's eyes when she finally submits.  She is rewarded by looking into green eyes that combine frustration, fear, regret, pain, and maybe a little respect.  Tears have formed in the corner of those beautiful eyes.  Amy squeezes again and sees the competitive spirit...along will to fight any longer...slowly leave Kara's eyes.  A light tap on her thigh and she releases the duel holds.  The match is over.

Even though she has released the holds, Amy doesn't let her opponent up just yet.  She shifts her weight and pushes the beaten girl onto her back.  Crawling to her knees, Amy straddles her victim's chest and sits...her eyes locked on Kara's.  She is thinking about Kara's condescending comment before the match began.  She doesn't even have to say anything, but she thinks Kara realizes it too.  For a moment, they look at each other...conqueror and vanquished.  A little nod from Amy that is returned by Kara is all the apology Amy needs.  She stands up and raises her hands over her head in a classic victory pose.  Another moment then she holds her hand down to her opponent to help her up.

Kara is a competitor.  She loves to win, but she also knows when she has been bettered.  This is one of those times.  Although she KNOWS deep down she can beat Amy.  She hopes that she gets a chance to prove that someday.  Someday soon, if she has her way.  She takes Amy's hand and slowly gets to her feet.  The audience is applauding already, but they cheer louder for this show of respect and sportsmanship.  The two girls...now side by side holding clenched hands...nod to each other and bow for the grateful audience.  Kara then shows her new found respect for the stripper by raising the victor's hand herself...then curtsying for her.  The crowd keeps applauding as the two combatants hug and then leave the ring.

A little while later, Amy leaves the old warehouse with a very nice paycheck.  She has also promised to return for more matches.  Jenny made the comment that no other fighters have ever gotten the ovation she and Kara received.  Amy was told the matchmakers would do whatever they had to do to get her and Kara to come back.  She rides with her head in Bobby's lap.  She sleeps so soundly she doesn't even remember him carrying her in and tucking her in bed.

Kara leaves a little after Amy.  She too has a nice paycheck, but that means less to her than the sensations she got from such an intense, competitive experience.  She knows she will return.  She even tells herself the emotions she is feeling must be similar to what crackheads feel when they try that gawdawful drug for the first time.  She doesn't know if she can ever get this feeling again, but she will try her best to recreate it each and every time.  Even though she lost, she is certain that with the right breaks, she could have won.  She wants that second chance so badly she will do whatever it takes to make it happen.