Hunting

by Belial

"There's one," said Debbe. She handed me the binoculars. I focused on the jogger coming down the path. It was around noon, the park deserted on a weekday, except for this stunning creature who had decided to get a run in whilst she tanned. I could hear robins twittering in the branches above me, and the rolling green swell of the perfect grounds, dotted with the dappled white trunks of the surrounding poplars made this an idyllic setting. God bless whoever created controlled communities - it was like living on a golf course.

I estimated the girl to be in her twenties. Blonde, with that soft, long, flaxen hair tied back in a pony tail for jogging. From a distance, her skin appeared flawless, lightly tanned, and perfectly set off by red terrycloth shorts that looked like the sort women used to wear in the olympics. Her white jogbra seemed to me to be rather adventurously low cut for running attire. I guessed her to be around 5'6" - Debbe's height - broad shouldered, and in extremely good shape. Maybe even too good, for our purposes. In her hand, she held a small cd player.

"I don't know." I mumbled, conveying my doubts.

"What?"

"She's too strong. Let her pass."

Debbe snorted. "She's perfect."

I lowered the binoculars and looked over at my companion. We lay on our stomachs, out of sight, and above the general run of the bike path. I looked into Debbe's face, marvelling at its cruel, sensual architecture. She had short, bobbed black hair framing exotic dark eyes, and an oval face with a small, patrician mouth. Though I couldn't see her body from our posture, I knew it off by heart - more curvaceous than the blonde's, fuller through the thigh, the buttock and breast. Debbe wore a red jog bra and black stretch pants ending in sneakers and socks. She was, I have to admit, the most beautiful woman I had ever known, subjective as that may be. That was one of the reasons I indulged her in these matters. There may have been others, I suppose.

"I'm serious Deb. That girl's in shape."

Debbe was getting angry. She was so competitive I couldn't believe it sometimes. "We'll see." She snarled.

"Conditions?" I asked, since it would be futile to talk her out of it at this point.

"Three minutes." She said, her voice confident, but thoughtful. She wasn't discounting the blonde completely. Three minutes was a long time to last with Debbe.

"Name That Tune." I said, and returned my attention to the approaching blonde, fixating on the shapely quad muscles which bulged into view whenever she planted. My heart rate started to pick up as it inevitably did during these moments - the anticipation I guess. Debbe rose and began to jog easily towards her 'opponent'. I gave a quick scan up and down the pathway, but I would have been surprised to see anyone this time of day. In any event, if someone did happen by, I instantly became a concerned stranger and would break things up or head things off as the case may be. I watched as Deb closed the distance on the blonde and swallowed. This had all the makings of a classic.

I had originally met Debbe at our health club. Someone told me she was a lawyer, but I didn't know a thing about her, other than that I was sure she had caught me staring from time to time. One day, I watched as Debbe physically removed an obnoxious debutante from an excercise bicycle - the girl's time had expired, and she was ignoring the rules of the club by continuing on. Deb took her by the hand, and squeezed - I'll never forget the look of pain and surprise on that girl's face as she stumbled off the bike and watched in stunned silence as Debbe got on. And I'll never forget my own reaction either; talk about a moth drawn to a flame. After we got acquainted, she told me she knew that I had been watching - she wanted to see how I would take it. Got to hand it to her - Deb's a cunning judge of character, and she had played me perfectly. From that point on, I guess I loved her, but I never did really learn to like her.

I got ready with my stopwatch. Deb was just about to make contact.

Debbe caught blondie with her head down, stepping into the girl with a sweet body check, moving through with her arms and really getting good leverage on the initial hit. The blonde flew backwards, off the path, into the lush grass, landing heavily on her side. I could hear the girl's muted voices as the blonde shook her head and looked up at Deb.

"Watch where the fuck you're going." Debbie said. I didn't catch the blonde's response, but through the binocs I could see she was pissed. This was the crucial bit - if Blondie didn't take the bait, if she didn't want to fight and actually take the first shot, Debbe would let her go. Everything had to be nice and legal, and Debbe wasn't going to force anybody into anything. Nine times out of ten, the other girl backed down, but this did not diminish the rush in the least little bit. The early capitulation had its own charms - I mean - once in a while, the opponent even apologized to Debbe! And this after getting knocked head over heels in most cases. But something told me this was going to be one of those times when they didn't back down. Debbe called them 'alpha females', and it was women like these that Debbe constantly sought out. She lived for that 1 in 10 chance when somebody wouldn't take shit from her, and pushed back. On those rare occasions, I had never seen anyone last longer than 2 minutes with Deb.

I eagerly pushed the button on my stopwatch as the blonde got up, obviously ready to stick up for herself. Suddenly, it was on.

Debbe ducked as the blonde threw her CD player at her, then got an arm up just in time to block a pretty good right hand from the blonde. "Boxercise" I thought to myself - the girl had good weight transferance and put a lot into the punch, but was wide and easy for Deb to handle. Not wasting any time, Deb moved in close, wrapping blondie up around the torso, driving her back into the grass. Taking hold of the short shorts the girl was wearing, Deb thrust up with her hip and levered the girl off her feet, dumping her down hard on her side and getting on top. The blonde had to be hurting from the take down, but she struggled to lock up with Deb, preventing her from gaining a mounted position. Soon, she had Debbe's head in a pretty good lock, but Deb's legs were scissored around the blonde's midsection. Deb probed at the girl's wrists and forearms as seconds ticked by. Debbe's true enemy was the clock, and it would be interesting to see how she was going to reverse the situation, tire a tough and willing opponent, and post a victory in 3 minutes, without punching or striking the blonde in any way. For almost a minute, the girls grappled with one another side by side, and that just wasn't getting it done. Debbe released her hold in order to break free, and rolled away to start again. Debbe was starting to sweat under the heat of the noon day sun, but one advantage we had was that the other girl was usually out jogging or something, had put some mileage on her legs already - plus there was usually the big hit at the start to get things rolling. I had Deb ahead on points as a result, but the blonde looked fresh, and I noticed she had a nice brawny swell throughout her shoulders and biceps. If Deb had wanted a challenge, she was getting one physically at least.

Deb came forward in a wrestler's crouch, and I noticed a funny thing - something I had never seen before. Blondie came forward Greco Roman style as well, and the girls locked up head to head, bending at the waist, keeping their balance. Blondie had technique. As far as I knew, Debbe had never fought anyone who really knew what they were doing. I trained the binoculars so I could get a close up on Deb's face, and she was really concentrating in there. Deb's dark eyes were flashing, and her face was really showing signs of exertion. The girls feinted at one another's legs or waists, using subtle weight shifts to threaten one another. Debbe eventually went for a front to front bear hug, and I heard the grunts from both women as she cinched up, but blondie was able to escape and counter with a side headlock. Two minutes had flown by, and Deb was nowhere near to a pin.

Blondie's grip was obviously hurting Debbe - something else I hadn't seen very often, but Deb showed her own considerable strength, locking up around the inside of the blonde's right thigh, and heaving her up and over in a suplex type maneuver to the grass. Debbe had instant control, and knew she had to act fast. She'd never exhaust blondie now - she had to go for a painful submission lock of some sort, and to that end, she went for a camel clutch. Pulling back on the blonde's chin, putting her weight on the blonde's lower back, I could see from Debbe's tensed back that she was really pouring it on, but she couldn't finish her, at least not within the time alotted. Desperately, she reached across and put a sleeper choke around the blonde's throat but the girl defenced it well and Deb couldn't choke her out either. Deb was putting a beating on the blonde, but there was still too much fight left in her to call it a win. I let the stopwatch tick on past the three minute mark, just to show Debbe when she finally triumphed, that she hadn't won. I couldn't help but grin at the thought.

Debbe's movements became more controlled as she realized she was in it for the long haul. Abandoning the choke, Deb worked on the blonde's shoulders and neck with a full nelson, patiently lying on top of her foe to let her weight aid in the attack. I began to feel for the blonde - Deb would work her over till sunset if she didn't submit, and I felt as though I had had my fun. Blondie wasn't moving much anymore, wasn't struggling, but just taking it now, and I began to think I should make my appearance. Deb pushed up off the blonde and pulled her to her haunches by the back of her lycra top, then cinched in a nice tight bearhug around the girl's breasts from behind. Yep, that's it, I thought, and then the blonde drove backwards off her knees, rolling both bodies in the grass and breaking the hold rather dramatically. I kept my ground and felt my pulse picking up again. We were at the five minute mark, and still going strong.

Blondie got control of Debbe on her knees and took hold of the waist band of Debbe's stretch pants, pulling the brunette to her feet. Debbe's arms looked strangely weak, kind of flailing, and I checked her face in the binoculars: tired, maybe desperate. Blondie used Deb's trunks to throw some beefy shoulder blocks into Debbe's body. I heard the breath whoosh out of Deb, and could see she was really discouraged by these tactics. The blonde was grinning, enjoying herself as her smooth shoulder made meaty contact with Deb's breasts and ribs, and the trunk-pulling made it very difficult for Debbe to counter. The blonde was doing an excellent job of softening Deb up.

From in behind Deb, blondie tugged at the pants and pulled Debbe off balance, slinging my girl to the grass with a muted thud. Blondie was right on top of her, pulling her again to her feet by the back of her pants and slinging her back the other way, this time into a small copse of shrubs. Deb got up, but was too slow and Blondie tackled her hard to the grass, using her body mass to put some mileage on Debbe. She must have liked the sensation, because she pulled Debbe to her feet again, and drove her to the grass again, landing hard on top of Debbe and grinning as Debbe groaned beneath her. My palms started to sweat, slicking up my grip on the binoculars. Debbe was getting her ass kicked.

From then on, it was all blondie. She would stretch out on top of Debbe in a full body pin, soaking up the brunette beneath her, slowing exhausting her. She made a great show of pinning Deb's arms out to either side, forcing them down over and over again to show Deb who was stronger. She loved to work Deb from behind, using a seated waist scissor, then switching to a breast hug, then a sleeper choke as Deb sat and took it. She also clearly enjoyed seeing Deb stagger around, for she would release Deb after a lengthy beating, allow her to stand, and stalk after her as Deb reeled away like some drunk at the tail end of an all nighter. Then she would pull Deb in by her trunks or her top, and start it all over again. And Deb took it. She just could not conceive of uttering her surrender to another woman. She began to make high, pathetic noises - like a losing tennis player in the third set as Blondie dominated.

Blondie went about the destruction of Debbe in a most methodical fashion. Having exhausted the brunette, the blonde worked her arms with a number of arm bar type holds as Debbe writhed on her back, often with a knee or thigh in her face for good measure. The blonde went after Debbe's legs with pulling and bending maneuvers, drawing long wails of agony from Debbe as her most prized possessions suffered. She plied Debbe's stomach with a claw, even putting her legs out behind her to put all her weight into the brunette's belly, and finally, she snaked her legs around Debbe's waist and her arms around her head and squeezed. For over five minutes I watched as the women lay on their sides, backs to me, neither moving much as their body's lay drenched now in sweat. Finally, I broke cover, and trotted down to the scene below. My heart was pounding - I had dreamed of seeing Debbe out, but never thought it could happen. It was time to break this up however - Debbe was obviously beaten, and to prolong it past this point served little purpose.

Blondie pushed Debbie onto her face and sat next to the conquered brunette, arms around her knees, watching my approach. I tossed her Debbe's water bottle, and she drank deeply, sweat trickling marvelously down her long throat as she bent her head back. Then she licked her lips and extended a hand to me. I helped her to her feet.

"You were sensational. Really. This was better than I could have hoped." I said. Hell, I was a fan. "Julie, is it?"

The girl nodded, from up close I could see she was a little older than I had thought, but still gorgeous. "You should sponsor her at the Met," the blonde said, "We'd love to have her. And it would save you some hassle."

"We've talked about it. John's a partner at Debbe's firm - she knows about the Met West Club. What can I tell you? She likes to hunt."

"Maybe this little outing will have changed her mind."

"You don't know Debbe. She'll shake this off. Probably become obsessed with finding you."

"Line forms on the right, babe." Julie said. She seemed distracted, already bored.

"Is she all right?" I said, finally noticing that my girlfriend hadn't moved. I couldn't take my eyes off the solid weight of Debbe's relaxed body, how the tight lycra pants and jogbra bit into her yielding flesh as she slept. Julie grinned and pushed Debbe onto her back with her foot, then poured the remaining contents of the water bottle onto Debbe's face. Debbe sputtered, still semi-conscious, but obviously unharmed. She moaned softly as she lolled her head slowly side to side. Julie handed me back the water bottle, and still grinning, began jogging off in the direction she had been headed.

I knelt down and stroked Debbe's soaking wet hair as her eyelashes began to flutter. I looked forward to comforting her when she came to. Ultimately, I'd tell her about the set up, when the time was right. When I needed to push back, as it were. For now though, I wondered if John knew any more girls like Julie.