Flora vs. Kandy Kane
Bachelorette Party Oil Wrestling

Trying to be quiet, Flora unlocked the door to her fiancé's apartment and let herself in. She knew he would still be asleep since it was only mid morning, and his bachelor party was the night before. But Flora was extremely jealous, and wanted to make sure that he was home, and home alone. Finding him alone in his bed and out cold, she left him to sleep, satisfied.

She then began to walk out, but noticed videotape sitting on his coffee table. She grabbed it, reading it's label entitled, "OWW! – Oil Wrestling Women!", and Flora grew suspicious. Turning the TV on she slipped it into the VCR, turned the volume down and began to watch it. As the tape played on, she grew furious as she watched it.

The tape began by showing the inside of a bar which featured oil wrestling, and her fiancé's friends bidding for him to wrestle against a beautiful black girl. They won the bidding and shortly after, her fiancé' was escorted to a makeshift wrestling ring. He was then handed a bottle of baby oil and instructed to "oil her up". He did so without hesitation as Flora seethed while watching it.

If love is blind, then Flora was as blind as a bat! She was furious, but her fury was directed at his friends for putting him in that situation, rather than blaming her fiancé'. Once he was finished with the erotic display, he took his place across the ring from her and a few moments later, the two of them were wrestling. The hair on the back of Flora's neck stood up as she watched the girl easily overpower him as he put up little resistance, and over the next few minutes, proceeded to smother him with her breasts, wrap her legs around him and apply an assortment of other sexy holds. She finally pinned him as she ground her hips in front of his face as he lay flat on his back.

Flora was enraged at the images on the screen, but this time her venom was directed at the sexy wrestler who was perched atop him. `Surely he wanted nothing to do with her and she humiliated him against his will!', Flora surmised. She then devised a way to get even with the woman as she ejected the tape form the VCR, placed it back on the table and left the apartment.

She hadn't dated much throughout her life since most of the guys in her high school were afraid of her. Flora had earned a reputation for being a tough chick from her freshman year when one of the seniors was picking on her, and Flora refused to take it. The result was a very public fight, and despite her petite stature, Flora easily beat up the senior. That one fight solidified her reputation forever.

After high school she went to college, where she eventually met her fiancé', who was also her first true boyfriend. A couple of years later he proposed, and after a long engagement, they were set to marry in a week. Not having much experience with guys, Flora had fallen fast and hard. In fact, she was so enamored with him that it often clouded her judgement and she rarely found any fault in his actions, even during his bachelor party. But the tape left her angry, and most of her anger was directed at the pretty, black wrestler who beat up her man!

She got home and quickly called her best friend and future Maid of Honor. Since Flora's bachelorette party was scheduled for that very night, Flora knew exactly how she wanted to spend it. She told her friend about it, and she reluctantly agreed, wanting to make Flora happy for her last hurrah as a single woman.

That night, Flora and her group of friends walked into the same bar and took seats at ringside. The cluster of nicely dressed women looked very much out of place amongst the other patrons, predominantly a group of horny, sloppily dressed guys. But Flora was there on a mission, and her friends were there to support her. They bought several shots for Flora to get her in the right frame of mind, and in no time, Flora was feeling good!

As the oil wrestlers came out to "work the crowd" before the show, Flora pointed out the woman she wanted to fight. Later, when it was that woman's turn to wrestle, the announcer opened up the bidding for her opponent. A few guys started things off, but quickly Flora's friends outbid him, and much to the surprise of everyone, especially the wrestler herself, Flora stepped toward the ring.

Dressed in a scant red and white striped "candy cane" bikini, the oil wrestler went by the name of Kandy Kane. She was gorgeous, standing about 5'6' and weighing about 130 luscious pounds, looking similar to a shorter version of Tyra Banks. Her face was adorable and her body was immaculate with curves in all the right places. She was startled to see Flora standing across from her however, since her opponents for these oil matches were almost always men, rarely another woman interested in facing her. But she shrugged her shoulders as Flora stood across from her.

Slipping off her dress, Flora revealed a skimpy, yellow bikini. She was petite, standing only about 5'5", and weighing about 120 pounds. She could best be described as nondescript with black hair, pale- white skin and a decent body, but possessing no outstanding features.

Since the winning bidder typically got to "oil down' the wrestler, Flora was offered the opportunity, but obviously declined with a snarl. But feeling frisky from the alcohol, she agreed to let the audience bid to see who would oil her down. Kandy Kane agreed as well, and soon the bidding began.

Kandy Kane finally drew a bid of $95, and the happy, handsome winner stepped up and began to apply the oil to her body. Next up was Flora, who only garnered a high bid of $45, leaving her angry. But she was even angrier when an overweight guy with bad breath stepped up and began to oil her down as well. Once the pre-match festivities were over however, everyone stepped out of the ring, leaving the two women ready to go.

A bell then rang, and the action quickly began. Flora's friends screamed their support for her as she raced across the ring and viciously grabbed Kandy Kane by the hair with both hands. She ripped her head form side to side before throwing her violently to the mat. There was a hush over the crowd at Flora's intense, angry attack. Kandy Kane looked up at her with a stunned expression on her face.

"What the hell are you doing?", she yelled, her tone of voice evidence of her surprise.

The type of wrestling which typically took place at the bar was rarely competitive, and best described as sensual. Since men would typically be the opponent's of the gorgeous wrestlers, they were typically allowed to "do as they pleased". But Flora had a different plan in mind, and Kandy Kane was just figuring that out.

As she got her feet, Kandy Kane straightened up, but Flora charged at her, dropping her shoulder and burying it into Kandy Kane's midsection as she drove her backward before again dumping her to the mat. This time however, Flora fell down on top of her and quickly slid up her oily body until her legs wrapped around Kandy Kane's head.

The crowd roared their approval as Flora clenched her legs tightly together, trapping the pretty wrestler's head between her oily thighs. With her legs stretched in front of her, Flora pushed herself up into a seated position as she grit her teeth while squeezing Kandy Kane's head. The trapped wrestler began to flail her arms and kick her legs, but could not break free from Flora's control.

Flora sneered in satisfaction as she kept the pretty Kandy Kane ensnared for over two minutes. Finally she spread her legs apart as Kandy Kane rolled onto her side, gasping for air. She was obviously overwhelmed, and looked confused as she lay there. But Flora quickly got to her feet and with her bare foot, forced Kandy Kane onto her back. Seemingly in the same move, Flora then dropped to the mat, pulling her leg out in front of her in the process. Her thigh landed squarely on Kandy Kane's throat as she then slid her other leg beneath her head, trapping it in yet another head scissors.

Again Kandy Kane's body began to thrash as she struggled to free herself, but Flora kept her fleshy thighs clasped tightly around her head, much to the delight of her friends who cheered excitedly. Again Flora kept the scissors on for a long while, this time leaning forward to whisper down to Kandy Kane.

"Not so easy when your opponent fights back, is it? Maybe next time you'll think twice before messing with someone's fiancé'!", Flora growled as she kept the pressure on.

Kandy Kane was dumbstruck, not sure what Flora was talking about, and at this point, not caring much as she struggled to breath. Finally Flora again released her grip and Kandy Kane rolled away, grabbing her throat. She struggled to get up onto all fours as Flora got to her feet and again rushed toward her.

Standing over Kandy Kane, Flora reached down to grab her by the hair, but the oil wrestler lunged forward and grabbed her by the calves before pulling on them. Flora twirled her arms at her sides as she tried to keep her balance, but Kandy Kane gave another tug, pulling Flora down until she fell on her back. Still on her knees, Kandy Kane then quickly pushed up on Flora's legs and then pushed them down toward her head, folding her in half.

With Flora flat on her back, her toes touching the mat on either side of her shoulders, she was trapped in a very compromising position. Kandy Kane stared down at her from between her spread legs, moving closer so that their faces were only about a foot apart. Finally having the chance to find out what was going on, in a hushed, panting voice, she whispered to Flora.

"Listen, I don't know what your problem is but ….."

Before she could finish the sentence however, Flora abruptly reached up with both hands and grabbed hold of Kandy Kane's hair while yanking her forward. Losing her balance, Kandy Kane toppled forward onto Flora, who quickly rolled over and was now perched atop her caramel-skinned nemesis. Flora then wrapped her legs around Kandy Kane's while grabbing each of her wrists and pressing them to the mat over her head.

The contrast of their skin colors was now obvious as the two meagerly clad women's bodies were intertwined, Flora trapping her in a grapevine pin. The sensual position was anything but erotic to Kandy Kane, though the men in the crowd felt quite differently, and were vocal about making those feelings known. Flora's friends also cheered loudly for their heroine, who was in complete control. But Flora was not interested in the cheers, instead taking the opportunity to taunt her pinned foe, one last time.

"I guess you're not so tough after all!", Flora snarled with satisfaction.

Realizing that the match had ground to a halt, the announcer came in and ended it, raising Flora's hand in the air after she got to her feet. The crowd cheered her effort as Flora celebrated while Kandy Kane slowly got up as well, angered at what had just taken place. Flora was then directed into the dressing room where she showered off before slipping back into her dress. Kandy Kane had come in by this time, and quickly confronted her.

"You little bitch!", she yelled, "If I did to you what I wanted to do, they would have fired me!"

Flora sneered at her. "Yeah right. Like you really could have beaten me!"

Kandy Kane then reached over to her dressing table and grabbed a business card. She handed it to Flora before offering her a challenge.

"If you ever have the guts to meet me in private, maybe we can find that out! Here's my card. If you have the guts, give me a call."

With that, Kandy Kane stepped into the shower as Flora looked down at the card.

KANDY KANE
Adult entertainer - Oil wrestling, Fantasy wrestling, Competitive wrestling
Available for private functions
555-1234

She snickered after reading it, still smiling at her victory. One of the promoters than came in and handed her a videotape of her match. Flora smiled widely, anxious to show her fiancé' her accomplishment, when the time was right. But for now, it was time to rejoin her friends and enjoy the rest of her bachelorette party.

THE END

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