Aishwarya požaduje, aby zrzka utřela její propocenou lavičku, ale když nejžhavější rivalka z posilovny odmítne, jejich patová situace se stane něčím, co ani jedna nečekala. Dvě stejně svalnaté ženy, tváří v tvář, si najednou kladou otázku, která z nich je silnější… a která žhavější.
As Aishwarya looked down at the gym bench, she let out an annoyed sigh. It was dripping with sweat from the previous occupant and had not been wiped down clean as per the gym rules. She glanced her brown eyes up at the woman who had been using the bench over the last hour or more, a ridiculous amount of time for anyone to take up a single space. The offending redhead was talking to her phone on video, set on a high tripod that faced the entire gym. Already annoyed she had been forced to wait; that was too much for Ash to let go.
The offending pale-skinned girl was still dripping sweat everywhere as she started another lift in her bright redhead sports bra and tight shorts of identical color. The woman was working out hard, Aishwarya wouldn't deny that, but that did not give her the right to just ignore gym rules and more so common decency. Maybe if it had just been the sweat, Ash wouldn't have been bothered enough. But the waiting and the videoing, and WITH the sweat left on the bench were enough to make Ash say something. She waited for the girl to drop her heavy weight from the sumo squat and then approached just as the woman said to the camera, "Wow, that was a hard one, but I think I kept my form, tell me what you think!" The woman was so into her videoing that she didn't see Ash approaching her. A complete lack of awareness Ash thought with a huff.
"Hey, can you wipe down your benches when you are done?" Aishwarya spoke loudly with an aggressive tone that matched exactly how she was feeling.
The redhead glanced up in surprise at the other woman appearing over her, the voice getting through the headphones, "Um, sorry everyone, one sec." The redhead said to the phone before looking up again with one headphone removed, "What?"
"I said, can you wipe your benches after you use them? You left it soaked. It's gross." Ash repeated, gesturing to the wet bench a few feet away.
"Oh, sorry! I'll do it once I'm done with my lifts." The redhead replied, then turned back to her camera, "Sorry everyone, just someone here who was worrying about a little sweat at the gym, but you know me, I work out hard and might get a little sweaty doing it!" The redhead laughed and winked at the phone.
"Well, I want to use that bench now, and it's fucking gross," Ash added, tapping her foot in annoyance.
The woman let out a sigh as her timer dinged for her to start another lift but she didn't pick up the weights, "Oh, wow, real young Karen here at the gym today everyone. Let me deal with her so we can get back to it." She pushed off her headphones fully and turned to Ash with an angry expression. "Is it that big a deal to interrupt my lift? I told you; I will do it as soon as I finish this, or you can just wipe it down yourself if you can't wait." The woman then turned her body fully towards Aishwarya and cocked her hip in what felt like an aggressive stance. She was objectively very attractive, and Ash took a second to scan her eyes down the redhead's body. Her skin was very pale but without blemish, and she had a thick fiery red mane of hair that was long but kept up in a simple ponytail at the present. She had a thin waist with some lightly toned muscle on her abs with a plump chest that looked like it had to be stuffed tightly into the red sports bra by some miracle. Her legs and ass looked to be the real deal, strong, mid-workout, with toned thighs, calves, and an ass so big, it could be seen from behind, tightly stretching the small shorts. The thing that startled Ash the most was up close this body seemed, at least at first glance, her equal.
Aishwarya had picked up the gym three years ago and never looked back. She had transformed her body from being a skinny girl with big tits to a well-built, strong woman, with big tits. Since working out, her body had transformed and she and everyone around her considered her very attractive. She had warm almond skin with big brown eyes and a stunning face with a silver nose stud. A full chest and equally full ass that she considered the best in the gym by far. Her long black hair was naturally wavy, though she always had it in a ponytail while at the gym like the woman in front of her. Standing now in front of this redhead, Ash felt a challenge unlike she had in the last three years, or maybe because she felt at her peak that there couldn't be someone who matched her. Maybe Ash could admit she had noticed this girl before, but never this up close. Now she could see the redhead's points of pride were equally as well built, and maybe this woman was the closet challenge she had to fittest in the gym. Ash felt not only the annoyance of the situation happening but also a new question burning in her about which one of them was stronger, and which one of them was hotter filled her brain. She pushed them out with the slightest shake of her head said again with no room to compromise. "Wipe. It. Up."
"Yeah, and what if I don't? You going to report me?" The redhead snapped back rolling her eyes with a slight chuckle.
They glared at each other another second before Ash finally looked away, "Whatever." She mumbled deciding it was not worth it. She turned and took a step away when her ears picked up the words, "Little bitch." The redhead had muttered the insult under her breath and Ash froze in place. If the music had been turned up in the weight room, she would not have heard the snarky little comment, but fate seemed determined for this conversation to continue. Ash turned back, but the woman wasn't looking at her anymore and was leaning forward to mess with her phone. Now, Ash could see the ass the redhead had been using to squat with. It was very plump and could hold a recoil, but still looked equally as firm and strong as her own. But there wasn't time for a full comparison between herself and this redhead right now. Her slight annoyance was now turning into rage, and she was not about to be called a little bitch by this rude whore without retaliation.
"What did you call me?" Aishwarya spat turning fully back around as the redhead had sat down.
"Oh, nothing." The woman shrugged, brushing it off without even looking at the darker girl.
"Oh, good, because I thought I heard you call me a little bitch, and that would be pretty ironic because between the two of us, there is only one weak little bitch, and that's you." She added and walked forward standing right in front of the phone.
The redhead's eyebrows scrunched looking up at Ash, "Whatever, get out of my shot."
But Ash had enough of the woman's attitude, "Nah, not till you wipe up that bench." She snarked pointing back at the place she had come from. But it seemed that the woman was equally done with Ash as well. "Well, I'm not going to do that till I'm done, so get out of my shot or I'll move you." The woman firmly stated.
Ash laughed loudly, "No chance you could do that, little bitch." She finished, cocking her hip in a mimicking pose that the redhead had taken a minute ago. Like most days, she was wearing baggy sweats and a big, oversized t-shirt, but with this confrontation, Ash felt the sudden desire to wear something sexy, or at least more revealing than the woman in front of her. While Ash had been regretting her choice of outfit, the redhead had stood up, placed her headphones down, and took one big step forward. Suddenly Ash and this woman were face to face, the pale girl stopping in time before they touched bodies.
"You really think I couldn't move you? Call me a bitch again if you are so brave, and we can find out."
Ash leaned forward till her face was only an inch from this woman's sweaty forehead. Then, slowly, and making sure her lips pronounced each syllable, "Weak. Bitch."
Then a lot of things happened in an instant. The redhead pushed Ash, Ash pushed her back, and suddenly they were screaming in a burst of motion shoving each other aggressively. It all happened so fast, but before even a single strand of hair could be pulled or a single slap was given, several pairs of hands had appeared, and the two women were pulled apart by the other gym goers. "Samantha!" One of the big trainers yelled before getting a firm grip on the redhead's waist and pulling her back. Ash too had a familiar trainer pull her away and the scene was ended.
Ash quickly got led to an office and given a stern talking to and warning. When she left, she watched the now-known Samantha get pulled into the same office where an equally loud voice grilled her. Humiliated by her actions, Ash went back to her lift, but couldn't get into it. She left the gym only ten minutes later, shaking her head. People were already whispering about her as she passed them, and she was sure a video of her attacking the redhead would appear online soon. Turning the corner to the parking lot, she found a hoodie-wearing woman leaning on the brick wall of the building. It was Samantha, and her light brown hazel eyes flashed when she saw Ash appear.
"Waiting for me like a little bitch?" Ash hissed taking the initiative to start the conversation though she kept walking, going right past the ginger without a second glance.
"Wait!" A newly familiar voice called out and for some reason, Ash decided to listen. Maybe she was curious? Maybe she really did want to see what this bitch wanted to say or what would happen between them next. Turning back to this Samantha, she watched as the redhead pushed up off the wall and slowly sauntered up to Ash, removing her hood and stopping a few feet away. Her pale strong legs were still bare in the same tight gym shorts, but the hoodie hid her upper body fully. They were not standing as close as they had been at the gym before their slight tussle, but the tension seemed equally as thick.
"I don't know about you, but I don't think we should leave it at that," Samantha spoke as she gestured up at the top-floor gym with her head. "And I'm not going to apologize, and I know you aren't either."
"Well, we can agree on that." Ash nodded at the woman. "But that can't be why you are waiting here for me? And before you say anything else, just know, I'm not about to have some street fight with you, or any fight for that matter. That was fucking stupid of us up there, and I'm not going to lose my membership or get arrested for assault because you are petty. So, let's leave it at that, I don't like you, and you don't like me. Leave me alone."
"I guess we agree on a few things. Because I'm not about to get in trouble by fighting you either AND I dislike you. You're a bitch, but we won't be able to leave each other alone as long as we both go to this gym, people will talk anytime we are in the room together. So, I have another idea to settle this if you want to hear it?"
Ash didn't move, cocking her head just slightly and Samantha took that as permission to continue. "Come back tomorrow at midnight. The gym closes before, but I have access. Just me and you alone up there. We can do a little lift-off and find out which one of us is the real, weak bitch. The winner stays, and the loser cancels her membership. That way we can be sure that we don't have to see each other again."
"A lift-off?" The words alone sent a thrill in Ash's body, and her eyes flashed in sudden excitement at the idea of beating this Samantha at something they both had a lot of pride in. "Okay, let's say I am interested in this. How would it work?"
"Simple, squat versus squat. Whoever can lift the highest weight wins." Samantha explained as if she had done this before.
"Simple. I like it. I'll be there and happily finish what we started." Ash replied with a cocky grin and after a glimpse of surprise, a tiny little smirk came to Samantha's pink lips in exchange. "Good, then I'll see you tomorrow night at midnight. Oh, and you might want to dress more appropriately for the gym, because at night, they turn the AC off, and it can get hellishly hot up there. Judging how you acted today; it might be a bit much if you can't stand a little sweat."
If the redhead had expected Ash to back out, she was wrong because Ash laughed mockingly, "Please, I only wear baggy clothes cause guys stare all the time. I would look even better than you if I wore those tiny shorts you do. Plus, when I work out, I push myself to my limit, and I sweat a lot. I bet a lot more than you, but I'm just considerate enough to wipe down the bench and machines as I go instead of making people wait. And if you think a little heat and sweat is going to scare me away from beating you, you are so wrong."
Samantha laughed right back at the comments, "Well, I guess we will see about that, and who can pull off tiny shorts better. But I don't have any more time to waste with you now. Tomorrow night. Come fresh, and let's figure out who the weak bitch is, up there, alone."
Ash nodded and then deciding she might as well know her rival's name officially, she added, "Aishwarya."
"Samantha." The pale girl responded with the slightest of nods and with that, the two women walked away from each other. A time set and an unsettled score to settle.
Over the next day, Ash rested her body but not her temper. The entire scenario seemed more ridiculous by the second, but the short scuffle had ignited something in her that she could not wash away. The only thing on her mind was the midnight challenge, and how she would perform against this sudden gym rival. Before she knew it, Ash was walking back into the gym. It was now pitch black and eerily quiet just before midnight. She found the front door of the gym building unlocked and slipped in, shutting, and locking the doors behind her. She took the stairs to the top floor, four flights, using them as a slight warmup for her legs which seemed to twitch in anticipation of what was to come. With every single step, Ash felt the temperature of the building rise until she made it to the final floor where the heat seemed to settle like a fog. Opening the main gym door unleashed a final intense wave of heat that seemed to be stored inside like an oven. The summer days, and hot nights that followed had turned the room of weights and mats into a sweatbox. Even her skimpy sports bra and tight scrunch bum shorts she had picked for this lift felt abrasive on her dark skin as some sweat already began to drip down her forehead.
She didn't have to look for Samantha, because to the left of the door was the redhead waiting for her, sitting on a stool, and typing on her phone. The sound of the new arrival snapped her head up and her hazel eyes narrowed at Ash in the darkness. Maybe she was surprised that her rival had shown up, or maybe she was excited, her face didn't show much emotion. The redhead hopped off the stool, shoeless, and wearing a similar get-up as her rival, a tight sports bra, and equally tight body-hugging scrunch bum shorts, a style that many women now wore for workouts. Their bodies now looked even more comparable in the skimpy outfits, though they clashed in color, Sam's were baby blue versus Ash's dark red. The pale girl took a few steps and stood in front of Ash, where she crossed her arms and waited until Ash dropped her bag, slipped off her shoes, and took a similar pose. The heat of the room became second fiddle to the heat of their stare-off and the fire that had been bubbling in their stomachs since the confrontation a day ago enflamed into an inferno.
"Didn't think you would show up." The pale girl spoke in a slightly high pitch, breaking the silence of the standoff. Finally leaving her little power pose, Sam walked a few feet to the right and flipped a single switch. Ash prepared for the bright lights, but she didn't have to worry because only a dull shine appeared above a far squat rack in the corner of the room. The chosen arena.
"And give you the satisfaction of you getting to think you scared me off? No way, I accepted your contest and I'm here like I promised. Ready and happy to put you in your place." Ash responded, still crossing her arms over her endowed chest in the skimpy workout outfit that she had picked for tonight to match her rival. Sam rolled her eyes as she now took in Ash's get-up which was identical to hers outside the clashing color. Similar thoughts of comparison came flashing into her head, much like they came to Ash's mind the day before and she felt a sudden wave of nerves build in her. Their outfits weren't the only things matching as both women had done their long wavy black and red hair up in long ponytails that hung on their shoulders. Their foreheads were bare and allowing the sweat to drip down them in small waves. Sam pushed those down and let a cocky grin come to her mouth, "Well, and here I thought you would be wearing those big t-shirts and sweats that you were in earlier. I'll give you credit for daring to copy my style, but you still don't look better than me."
"Just because I don't feel the desire or need to dress like a stripper every time I lift, you think that means I'm scared to wear this or show off my body? Like I said before, I just don't care for the stares, but I'm going to make sure you get a good look tonight at the better body. And I'm sure you can see; that these types of outfits were made for someone like me." Ash snipped back.
"Nah, I think you not wearing them before means you just aren't as confident as me. Don't blame me for your insecurity, and DON'T even think you have a better body. And after tonight admit that little fact too. Like we agreed, a lift-off, loser ends her membership at this gym and doesn't bother the winner ever again."
Ash nodded letting the catty outfit comments drop, "That's what we said. Guess I'm not surprised you are so insecure that you would rather do this to get me to leave instead of just apologizing for not wiping down a bench. This whole thing could have been avoided if you took 10 seconds out of your little show."
"I was going to wipe it down, but you are just impatient, and couldn't wait! It's a LIVE workout show! And…" Sam snapped and was about to say more when Ash interrupted the rant. "Whatever! We could complain about each other all night, or we can start and settle it here for good. So, let's go." Then, she looked around the empty gym and then back at Sam, "Also, how did you get access here after hours?"
"Dated the guy who worked here years ago, and they never changed the code after he left," Sam answered easily. "And fine, bitch let's start. Legs versus legs and ass versus ass. A squat off. We face each other in the dual squat rack under the light. Start with low weight and just match single rep lifts adding 2.5 kg each time until one of us collapses and the other completes it. That girl who finishes the heavier rep is the winner."
Simple was the word and Ash had to admit it felt like it was the near-perfect solution for two women who prided themselves in the gym for their asses and legs specifically. Those were the muscles they trained with the most enthusiasm and the best sign of who ruled this gym.
"Okay, perfect." Ash nodded and then glanced up at the clock. "It's midnight. Time to start?" She finished with a confident tone as she pulled her large water bottle out of her bag. Her voice might have shaken Sam if the redhead's voice hadn't come off equally as confident in her pose and the dangerous smile that came to her lips once again.
"Almost. First, give me your water." Sam replied, reaching out her hand. Ash's fingers tightened on the cool bottle which seemed like a single saving grace in this abrasive heat that was already growing, "Why?"
"Cause, we need this contest to be equal. Look, I'll go first." Sam spoke and then reached down to her big jug that had been next to her legs. Pulling it up, she uncorked the top and then poured the water out onto the floor. The clear liquid splurged down for a few seconds until the jug was fully empty. Sam shook it a few times then glanced at the darker girl, "Your turn."
Ash still hesitated for a second, but she had already come this far, and she had agreed to play this game that Sam had initiated. Slowly she popped open her bottle and poured all her water onto the floor in similar fashion. Only once it was empty and she had dropped the bottle to the ground did Sam reach back into her bag and pull out two regular-sized water bottles. She tossed one to Ash who almost missed it in the shadows catching it in the last second. It was nothing more than a single bottle, unopened and slightly warm thanks to the heat it had been resting in.
"Yours, and mine. That's all the water we get for this lift-off. Keep it fair." Samantha explained and Ash gave her a critical stare. "Have you done this before? You seem very prepared."
"Why would I tell you if I had?" Sam shot back, but Ash caught the smallest switch of tone in her voice. Ash just shrugged in response, but Samantha looked at her hard before speaking through gritted teeth, "Fine, I haven't. But I've always wondered what would happen if someone confronted me at the gym, especially someone like you." She made a motion to all of Ash's fit body before continuing, "I have gone through this scenario in my head a million times, and I would bet you have as well because only someone who would agree to this AFTER getting into a scuffle the day before would ACTUALLY show up to do it. And yet, here you are, and here I am wanting to settle it."
Ash rolled her dark eyes, but the bitch wasn't wrong, "Nice little detective work, and fine, I won't lie, I have thought about this scenario too. And it's always been someone like you that I was besting and standing over after winning."
Sam's sneer twisted wider at the admission, and she flashed her bright white teeth, "Well, then let's find out which one of us is standing on top of the other at the end." With that, she turned and started walking to the dual rack in the corner of her gym. Her full-sized muscular ass flexed in the tight shorts like she was nude. The muscle shifted behind her in the light blue shorts as she strutted, giving a little show to Ash, who was forced to walk behind and stare at the impressive-looking glutes. By the time they reached the racks Ash was furious and desperate to retaliate with some show of her own, and now she had her chance before they started.
As they took their spots on the opposing wooden platforms, Ash did a low frog squat to start, showing off her flexibility while also provocatively spreading her knees and legs at Sam. It was a normal stretching movement, but her eyes met and locked to Sam's for a second too long for it to be on accident. The way they were dressed, the way they spoke about standing over each other, another type of tension was building between them, though it went unsaid. However, Ash's show victory was short-lived, because across from her, Sam started stretching too, swinging each of her toned legs up and down, then turning around and leaning forward to reach for her toes, flexing her hamstrings and ass towards Ash once again. But instead of just staring at this, Ash stood, flipped around, and took the same pose. They held this for 10 seconds and then caught each other looking from between their legs. They shot up and turned fully with naughty taunting stares. "Get a good look at my ass?" Ash snarked and watched Sam roll her eyes again.
"Just comparing us, and not really seeing my equal now that you are dressed like that." Sam shot back and Ash bit her lips in frustration at the little comment. They went back to stretching, rarely breaking their eye contact as they warmed up their strong muscles for this contest. Their legs and asses were the main show, but the girls each had good shoulders, arms, and abs that had just a bit of definition to their sculpted womanly bodies.
The two squat racks were facing each other so that the girls would be forced to look eye to eye as they went down each rep. Safety bars were set, and with the stretching done, the girls took their spots. Without another word between them, the squat off began between Aishwarya and Samantha to become queen of this gym. It was boring at first, both women easily doing just the bar of 20kg, and the first few increases only were really to warm up as they dipped low and stared eye to eye in their scanty little clothing that stretched each flex. They didn't speak much in these early sessions and the water was ignored. But soon, thirst and soreness began to gnaw at them. The first sign was at 80kg when for a second it looked like Sam might fail but got it up at the last second while Ash laughed at the short struggle of her opponent. But for the next two reps of 82.5 and 85 kg Ash almost went down, and she could hear Sam snickering at her near fail.
At that point they both cracked their bottles and chugged more than half their water, letting it run down their smooth bodies a bit on purpose to cool them. Ash thought maybe she should have spread her water out, but because it was one rep for each lift, a single mistake might cost her a victory. And she didn't want to regret not finishing the water or blame her thirst for a fall. The heat didn't provide any comfort, and sweat had long exploded on the girl's bodies, dripping to the hard wooden floor, and making their free skin shine with a slight gleam. Little by little the weight crept up until there was 100 KG on each girl's bar, two full plates. Ash had only done this amount once in form, and never after 10 minutes of squatting. She would need the last bit of her strength to get a full squat down and up and could only hope that Samantha was in a similar position. Sweat dripped down her face and she blinked twice to clear her eyes looking over at Sam's sweaty body across from her. "You tired?" Ash breathed with just a little taunt in her tone as she felt her legs quiver. The bitch was stronger than she expected, and it looked like Sam's body wasn't just for show, the muscles in her abs more prominent now mid-lift.
"Nope, not at all. Are you?" Sam replied with a huff, but her knees had shaken more than once in the last few seconds. She begrudgingly admitted that Ash's brown legs looked even better now, and Sam felt a spike of fear that she may have bitten off more than she could chew. In truth, they were both hesitating, trying to pull every second of rest they could from this small break to taunt and examine the other's flexed form. Trying for more time, Ash reached for her water and chugged the rest of the life-giving liquid down her dry throat. It was refreshing and did give her a boost, though Sam was doing the same until both bottles were empty, crushed, and thrown to the floor away from them.
Finished, Ash kept staring at Sam who looked right back at her, sweat dripping off their noses and chins. There was something erotic about how they were dressed and how sweaty they had gotten facing each other. Ash's brown eyes glanced down at the big chest in the light blue bra that moved up and down. They couldn't really compare chests with them both stuffed into the bras, and they were just heavy now with how soaked they had become with sweat. A cheeky little idea flowed to her head that could solve both those issues. "You know, I think I'm going to remove a little weight and wipe my eyes." Ash spoke cheerfully and Sam stood up straight in surprise, "Wait, you quit?" The pale girl asked, her tone a mix of relief, but also maybe disappointment at what sounded like an unsatisfying way to finish this.
"Oh, no, not off the bar and I definitely do NOT quit," Ash said back with a tone of uncaring, and then without any other warning, she peeled the soaking tiny red top off her massive tits and welcomed the warm air to cool them off just a bit as they came free. Sam's greenish brown eyes widened in disbelief as the two dark-toned orbs came lightly bouncing from their small hold, and Ash's topless body was as good as she had imagined. She was far more stacked than Sam had guessed and suddenly her blue top felt like a prison.
In less than a second, sweat began to drip from the dark orbs as Ash leaned forward, and two droplets hung at her even darker nipples for a long second before falling to the wooden floor. It was freeing and the look on Sam's face was exactly what Ash had wanted because this lift wasn't really about who was stronger, but also who was more secure, who was queen, and a real queen wouldn't be scared to lift topless or compare their tits.
But before she could taunt, before she could show off more, Sam was stripping. The pale girl pulled her own light blue top off, and Ash hissed as two seemingly equal orbs to hers bounced unrestricted from the wet cloth. They were as fully stacked as they looked, and the bra now seemed even more worthless with how taut they stood up on Sam's chest. She had pale pink nipples, almost ghost-like though they looked as nubby as Ash's dark pair, pointing at her threateningly. Then, Sam tossed her wet sports bra at Ash, but the woman didn't catch it letting it fall to the floor looking at it confused.
"Why not use mine instead of yours to wipe the sweat off you Ash? You look like you could use a wipedown." Sam taunted, leaning forward on her bar, and giving Ash a little smirk while she swayed her tits just slightly back and forth.
Ash snickered at the increased boldness of her rival, "Well, I don't want to be rude and be the only one with a chance to wipe her face and body down. You can use mine too Sam." She threw her red bra at Sam who did catch it and waited. Ash then picked up the small blue bra and glared at it as it dripped sweat on her hand. It wouldn't help dry her body because of how soaked the cloth was with the sweat of Sam's fat tits, but the thrill of doing this just to see Sam do the same was too much. The exoticness of their contest seemed to grow thanks to this little game. Ash lifted it and rubbed the wet cloth all over her face and then her own tits for good measure. The wet piece of cloth helped little outside of removing the current sweat and replacing it with Sam's as it smeared onto her steaming body. The only satisfaction she had was Sam was doing the same with hers, covering her body with Ash's sweat. It was weirdly hot seeing the redhead glare at her as the ginger used the red bra to wipe her big pale globes down, taking time to wipe under them, lifting them slightly with her other hand, and again showing off their impressive size. Ash then lifted her own jugs and wiped under her big brown orbs. There was a sick pleasure of knowing that they were sharing a dirty little secret covering themselves in each other's workout juice. After almost two minutes of this, Ash threw the red bra into the dark and then took hold of the bar. Sam did the same and with their bodies only slightly drier for the second, the final lift was on.
"I know you won't be able to lift this sweetie. Have fun getting a new gym." Sam teased as she braced her body under her silver bar.
"Oh, babes, you almost snapped in half on the last set. Your weak ass is out of here after this." Ash giggled as she mimicked the pose then her face hardened. This was it. "One, two, THREE!" They counted in unison and both bars were lifted with two heaving grunts. Instantly, their eyes shut as their already sore legs screamed in pain. The weight was only 5kg heavier than the last but felt like 100kg with the heat having felt as if it had doubled. The sweat on their bare backs made the metal dig into their smooth skin and they felt like they were going to collapse before even the first dip. They had signs of agony on their pretty features as their forms cracked and knees shook violently starting to go down. The muscles of their legs and asses felt like they were high-wired to a car battery and there was no break or relief. Both young women dropped and then began to rise at the same time with the weight, and for a long second both bars rose a few inches as if they might do it. But the heaviness, the heat, and the pain were too much. With a cry Ash felt her legs quit without warning, her eyes shut hard in shame as she fell to the ground, but the shame only lasted a second because a second cry had mixed with hers and instead of one loud slam, there were two loud clangs as the bars smashed into the safety holds above them while Ash and Sam both collapsed down to the wooden floor. The cavernous empty room seemed to amplify the sound 10-fold and only when the ringing stopped did their gasping groans replace it. Almost another two minutes went by before Sam rose to her knees. She looked over in frustration as Ash slowly pushed up as well, and their eyes said it all. The only question that mattered was simple, and then Ash said, "Who won?"
"I don't know," Sam admitted in a moment of truth. Neither bar had been set back, and even if one of them had gotten closer to completing the rep than the other, there was no way to tell now, and no way to prove it.
"Then, who loses, do we continue?"
"I don't know!" Sam repeated more harshly. This would not stand, but she wasn't about to suggest a continuation of adding more weight. Her legs couldn't do that amount again and starting to lower it seemed unsatisfying and weak. Even a body squat sounded like torture in her current state. Thankfully for her, Ash was already a few steps ahead of where Sam's mind would have gone.
"I'm going to be honest with you Samantha, I'm starting to think that just out-squatting you isn't really the most satisfying way to beat you," Ash spoke quietly though her dark eyes were hard with determination and maybe a little bit of curiosity.
Sam was silent for a second then spoke, "I don't disagree. What do you suggest?"
Ash went quiet again thinking of how to play her cards. She knew what she wanted but was almost nervous to bring it up because once she said it, there would be no backing out if Sam accepted. "Well, how far are you willing to go?"
"I'm down to do anything to beat you," Sam repeated instantly and that pushed any doubt out of Ash's mind. Two days of knowing each other's names and they had gotten this far. "Name it," Sam added with a determination that made Ash's hands clench in anger before they relaxed. Then the dark-haired girl smiled wickedly at her pale rival, "A test of strength, palm to palm, on our knees until one of us submits."
A moment of silence grew between them as the challenge was laid out. Then a dark smile grew on Sam's face, matching Ash's, "Bitch. If you wanted to go body to body against me, you should have said so in the beginning, I was just worried you would back out if I offered that at the start. You couldn't even handle a little of my sweat on a bench and now you want to go hand to hand? What a change a day can make."
"Please, I was never scared of your sweat or you. I just can't stand inconsiderate bitches and with this tie, I think it's the perfect challenge for me to out-muscle you and out-sweat you. Squatting was a good warm-up, but I think between us, we need to go a bit more physical for a winner to be decided. Like we were going to before we got separated yesterday."
"I like the idea of getting overly physical with you, bitch." Sam panted and there was a new tone to her voice, a deep excitement that made her quiver. This challenge was way more aggressive, if not a bit sexual in nature, but the girls continued to ignore that aspect or at least bring it up until Ash filled her palms with her big brown tits and then ran her fingers through the soft squishy fat. "Then, let's go, Samantha. Your big sweaty body versus mine, this time, face to face and muscle on muscle." She didn't add 'breasts to breasts', but the motion explained that very clearly in their topless state.
Sam's mouth turned into a sadistic smile, and she nodded enthusiastically while even licking her lips at her rival, "That sounds great Aishwarya, hell, even better than the squat off, but I'm willing to up the ante even more between us if we want to keep playing the one up game."
Ash continued to glare but didn't interrupt and Sam took it as a sign to continue and offer, "We took our tops off during the squat to cool off, so let's cool off again. I dare you to get fully nude with me for this test of strength if you are brave enough. Take your shorts and anything else you have under them off, and I'll take mine off too. I don't want a single piece of clothing for you to hide behind, because after I crush you," her smile grew and she whispered in the quiet, "I'm going to wipe down every inch of sweat off my body and onto yours, bare skin on skin. Everywhere."
Now the erotic tension exploded, but if Sam had expected Ash to hesitate or maybe even freak out at the threat, she did not get her wish because Ash even chuckled with a hungry smile of her own, "Glad you offered Sam because I was going to tear those soaked shorts off your body before we started anyway just to wipe my body off before I crush you. And you are right. There should be nothing between us during this challenge and NOTHING between the winner wiping her sweaty body off on the loser, because that's what I'm going to do to you, slowly, inch by inch. This started about sweat, and it should end with sweat." Ash breathed, her anger and the thrill of this new contest starting to restore her burning lower body muscles. They were already topless, and that had been a pretty quick decision, so to them, being nude wasn't as big a jump as the first stripping. In unison, they hooked their soaked skintight weight shorts with their thumbs and pulled them down their smooth pumped legs, the cloth peeling wetly off the oily skin. Each had also hooked their tiny little string thongs under them that would go unnoticed. The worn shorts were wetter than a towel that had fallen in a pool but once again, they threw their used clothes at their rival to be used in this dirty ritual of 'cleaning' before the challenge. Wiping their legs and arms, ass cheeks, and stomachs, covering themselves even more now with their rival's nasty sweat. They were now nude, but their bareness offered nothing to cool them, the heat had long passed that point it would help.
Being nude seemed like the natural escalation of their body conflict, but that was a small step compared to touching each other naked. The idea of feeling Sam's nude form sent a weird thrill in Ash's body everywhere. She had never been with a woman, and outside of comparing herself to other girls in the gym, didn't have much interest in them. But now she felt a deep yearning to beat Sam, and that yearning included a burning desire to rub her nude form onto her rival's submissive form fully naked. A desire beyond any she had ever felt for a person, man, or woman before. And judging by the look in Sam's eyes, she figured the redhead was imagining a similar situation, and that made it even more exciting. They both knew in the back of their minds that their big sweaty tits would need to mash if they really wanted to go all out. And maybe that's what they both wanted. Maybe stripping down, and flexing their naked bodies in the dim light had all been some sick animal ritual that would lead to the physical struggle of skin on skin until one was broken and soft like their tits.
Ash began to stretch again, leaning forward to pull her sore, tense lower muscles, and flexing her body in a threatening display to Sam. "Shame it will be so difficult to hold you with all my sweat, but I'm sure I'll manage once you are nice and soft," Ash emphasized this by running her hands up and down her sweaty skin, mainly around her hips like she had been dipped into a baby oil pool. Her black hair slapped her back in the ponytail as she reached up and squeezed some sweat out of the strands.
"I was thinking the same thing about you Ash. I don't want you getting away from me after you cry out your submission, so, I have one last idea, if you are willing to put your defeat off for another minute or two?" Sam offered as she too stretched, leaning back, and showing off her flexed abs, and the tautness of her massive sweaty tits.
Ash raised an eyebrow in question at the redhead, but responded with a snarky tone, "I'm willing to put off making you cry out your surrender if your idea makes it easier for you to not get away from me."
"Oh, don't worry," Sam replied, turning around, and showing off her bare pumped-up ass at her rival again. Then she turned her head as she leaned over, getting another stretch in while showing off her legs and ass in the most erotic display yet, her pussy just visible between the spread cheeks. "What I have in mind will make sure we don't separate, and the winner will get all the time she needs on top of the sweat-covered loser." The redhead stopped stretching and slowly reached down into her gym bag still leaning forward. She shuffled it around a few seconds before pulling out two wrist guards with short straps used for deadlifting. Ash knew exactly what the woman was suggesting now, and her breathing hitched at the idea.
"Do you have a pair?" The pale girl asked as she held up the two items towards her rival.
"Yes," Ash replied breathlessly, already reaching down to her bag, and pulling her own weightlifting straps out. Both girls' pairs of wrist guards were black in color and made of an almost leather-like material. With her idea confirmed, Sam slowly pulled hers onto her wrists and strapped them tight. She suddenly felt more nude, as if adding one little article of coverage to her body amplified that the rest of her form was bare. The feeling passed quickly however as in front of her Ash tightened hers and a second later, they stood facing each other again in identical states of dress, nude and wrist guards. Sam glanced down at the nude apex of her rival, noticing that like herself, Ash was smooth around her sex. Not that it mattered, Sam wasn't interested in fucking another woman or at least she hadn't been. But there was no denying she felt another thrill seeing that they both were baby-smooth around their nether lips. It just added another level of comparison between them. She motioned to the left and the girls walked together to the rubber floor off the wooden platform. They didn't get any yoga mats, and the ground though softer than wood was still firm, made of rubber. It would be painful and more satisfying to pin the other here than on the mats and that went unsaid. Then, Ash held up her hand, "Together?" she questioned, and Sam nodded slowly. The two nude women cautiously approached each other, warily for keeping the truce. Their ponytails seemed wet but neither girl undid them, keeping their hair out of the brawl so far.
"Give me your right arm first, and we can tie them together," Sam ordered as she felt the heat of Ash's body wash over her like a mini sun now that they stood close. Ash did as she was told begrudgingly, and they helped each other get the straps knotted as one locking their first hands together. They switched to the other hand next and were unable to stop their fingers from touching several times, sending tiny shocks to their brains from the first contact as they finally pulled the knot as tight as it could go.
The intensity and tension doubled as they slowly tested the straps now knotting them together. They could separate both of their hands by about 6 inches apart before it became taut and allowed no more give. The winner of the contest would only be able to remove their conjoined wrists with the other's submissive help, or if the loser was no longer responsive and able to resist at all. It was a dangerous idea but nothing else mattered to the lifters except to beat the other woman down in this new game. Ash flexed her bicep and pulled back forcing Sam's arm forward a second before the redhead flexed in contrast and suddenly their muscles were in direct competition. Even the slightest resistance increased the copious amount of sweat dripping down their nude bodies and now up close they could watch specific droplets roll down their rival's smooth clashing skin. From still plump valley of their tits to the mini drips hanging off their chins and nipples. They tested the other arm, the curves of their muscles showing and the straps holding without issue.
"On our knees," Ash ordered this time and though Sam glowered at the black-haired girl giving the order, she nodded slowly in agreement. The darker girl slowly went down to one knee, pulling Sam slightly with her by the arms before the redhead mirrored her. Then, in unison, they went down to the other, coming to the fighting position they had agreed. Up close, Ash silently admitted that Sam's breasts looked even more formidable, big pale globes and pink ghost nipples placed upon them that hung just naturally. They looked so firm in their stance but so squishable and tasty. An urge to smash her mirrored boobs into that big pair was overwhelming. Anything to make this strong curvy rival flat and submissive. To break the pale woman's muscles with her own. Now she just had to finish the job, and this was the right way to do it. She felt her fingers touch and slowly Ash and Sam interlaced their fingers until their sweaty palms clapped together. There was zero friction, and the touch alone made her shiver. Ash doubted they would have been able to hold each other like this at all without the straps and was thankful for the ropes now tying them together. Nothing left to do except get started, the young strong women leaned forward on their knees waiting for the sign to begin this far more intimate contest.
"You should have just wiped down your bench bitch." Aishwarya panted in the last few seconds before the far more intimate test of strength began between her and her new gym rival, Samantha. The hot breath escaped her mouth in waves that blasted Sam in the face after each pant. The soaked black ponytail stuck to her back as her darker-toned body yearned for the coming battle, and now it was here on a platter.
"Nah, if I had, I wouldn't have gotten you here alone, and I knew you were looking for a fight." Sam breathed back with a gush of bubbling excitement, and her hazel eyes seemed to glow as she got even closer to Ash with their hands conjoined by their weightlifting straps, "And, I know you have been watching me over the last month, hell, you have been watching me over the last year. You were looking for any excuse to confront me and I finally gave you one." Her pale nude body seemed to also twitch at the chance to meet this sweaty hot rival, to settle an unspoken score.
"Yeah, I have been watching you." Ash admitted making them both shiver as their spines tingled and goosebumps began to appear down their conjoined arms, "Just like you have watching me. I know all about your little passive-aggressive efforts against me. Coming to my machines, my bars after I finish and adding a bit more weight each time. Making sure I see you do it. So petty. We should have done this months ago if you wanted it so badly."
"Please, you were doing the exact same thing to me and that's why I knew you were just looking for a reason to get in my face. You wanted to test me, test my body, just like I wanted to test you and yours. And no, it's better that we waited, seeing how much stronger you have gotten, how much stronger I have, taking you down now at your peak, this is what I want, what I need." Sam hissed but her hazel eyes seemed to burn with a mix of fire, and maybe lust. The lust to beat Ash obviously, lust to prove her nude-toned body had more to give than her rival.
Ash's pants picked up at an even faster pace at the truths being spoken aloud. "Yeah, you're right. This is what WE need, and you finally decided to draw me out. I know what you wanted, trying to get me to lift in your sweat, submissively." Ash hissed right back, as the two girls rocked like two snakes waiting to strike. Their hot muscles tensed and prepared as the tension grew and grew.
"That's right, but I'm so glad you called me out instead so we could finally get here. And now I get to crush you and cover you with my sweat which is way more satisfying." Sam admitted with a heated stare and a slow lick of her lips as she was ready for her meal.
"No way, I'm going to be doing the crushing, and the smearing of my hot sweat all onto your submissive body. And I'm going to love every second of it." Ash pretty much moaned back as the yearning was spiking. She returned the lustful stare while biting her lower lip lightly. Their sweaty foreheads were inches apart and the time for exchanging words was ending. Ash's body was on fire, and nothing would stop her from this increasingly wet confrontation. Even if people started walking into the gym at that moment, it wouldn't matter. Nothing. Nothing would stop her from settling this with her gym rival naked on the floor.
"Fuck you, Aishwarya."
"No, fuck you, Samantha."
Their full names turned out to be the signal to begin as the pressure began to build between their palms at an exponential rate. Ash quickly felt her toned shoulders and forearms snap to attention as they sensed the power asserting itself from Sam in equal force. Their smooth backs went fully flexed and even their sore asses and thighs, which had already been at war for the last quarter hour, were snapped and contracted to renewed concentration. Two head-turning, sweaty women on their knees, pushing hand to hand while they grunted lightly as the battle began. They pressed like this for a long minute in the dim light, palm to palm, more so feeling out their rival little by little instead of trying to break her right away. When their fingers slipped once, they were caught mid-fall by the wrist straps, nearly cracking heads as the leather dug into their skin painfully. Power was the most important aspect, but skill would be right behind it. The short break forced them to relax and realign their fingers to begin again with a more cautious approach. Sweat exploded once again from every pore on their nude bodies as their muscles began to burn little by little and the heat of the room and the other's body engulfed them. Another minute passed with the two women starting to grunt and pant loudly, but outside of winning and losing a few inches back and forth with their arms, neither girl had much success moving her rival with only their hands and had yet to break the unsaid taboo about what they had really wanted to do.
"That all you got?" Sam finally huffed, breaking the long silence as she hissed through the pain of her burning muscles. They were eye to eye and nose to nose, inches from touching. "Scared to get even more sweaty?" She continued trying to taunt and distract her rival into slipping up or making a mistake.
"You weak bitch, you still think I'm scared of your sweat?" Ash huffed as she shifted with her thighs and felt her own bare tits bounce slightly from the movement, inches from the other big wet pair.
"Yeah, I know you are." Sam huffed back, taking an inch and moving her left thigh just a bit forward for more purchase. This brought the front of their sexy thighs together like molten steel. It seemed it was enough to break down the final wall.
"Well, let's get sweaty then, and do this the right way!" Ash groaned and then lunged her body forward while stretching their arms to the side like two Ts in a sudden shift of tactics. For the first time, her big brown sweaty tits mashed into Sam's pale waiting pair in a clash of the two feminine bodies. The four big mounds slapped loudly with wet skin on wet skin, and the two fighting women's forms seemed to mold down to their stomachs in an instant becoming one hot sweaty mess. "Ugh!" Sam squealed as she was pushed back in the sudden surprising surge almost a foot losing ground. Ash's sweat seemed to mix with hers and coat her abs and breasts. Her massive firm pale boobs lost the initial meeting and were truly flattened by the aggressive pair of Ash for the slightest of seconds.
"BITCH!" Sam cried and made a wave-like motion with her body, bouncing Ash off her for a second. The dark-haired girl instantly lunged tits first again, but this time Sam was ready to do the same. With an even louder smack than before, big sweaty breasts crushed with a splatter of sweat going everywhere, even splashing their faces as they came together on equal terms. The squishy fat of their chests molded as they compressed while Ash and Sam screeched in unison as they were finally forced to press into the sweaty womanly form of their rival and there the real contest began.
How a woman could be so soft in places and so firm in others all at once was the only thought flowing in their minds as they fought conjoined now. The fight had shifted immediately from their arms to their backs and chests, though it felt like every muscle in Ash's body was fighting its counterpart. Their open pores seemed to absorb the other's perspiration while they pressed into the inferno of her rival's form. Their contrasting skin of pale and dark clashed beautifully in the shadowy glow of the gym and twice their sharp nipples locked and slashed into the other's areola. It was the first time either girl's natural tits had ever felt another pair on them, let alone a pair as thick and firm as her own, but they were determined to prove their own was superior. Three times they backed up and did a front-to-front crush with grunts of anger and excruciating ache, but continued to find themselves in a stalemate as they mushroomed each other's proud chests, muscles driving them forward. Asses recoiled and flexed as they held their arms out still to their sides and their firm stomachs brushed when their lower bodies would meet. They ended the brutal bashing with their conjoined bodies creating a triangle shape, leaning all their weight into their rival's soft tits from their knees, big asses pushed out behind them, trying to soften the other's taut tit flesh for another brutal beating to come.
"You like this don't you? Our bodies together." Sam hissed her flexed back moved and tightened as she and Ash met again, a pool of sweat forming each time they held their little breast press in the crevasses.
"Just as much as you do. I feel it." Ash shot back in a quick exchange of taunting words that only excited them more. They bounced off each other with their hips and brought their arms out in front again to renew the pushing, but now their foreheads touched, and tit on tit was not only expected but desired. After a minute in this stance, Sam started winning ground and she pushed Ash back by a foot. Ash grunted angrily, occasionally slapping their tits together when she held her ground, and they came together in a muscle mash once again. Slowly Ash won back her space leaving a trail of sweat as she moved. The entire rubber floor under had already been soaked wet with fluid and now back to par, Ash adjusted, her left breast slipping between Sam's bringing them closer once again so that their navels lined up perfectly. Then Ash started to win, her breasts slipping under Sam's and pushing them up and back a bit before pushing with her arms to win back and even take a foot of her own. But it didn't matter because neither had committed to staying in their spot. Sam moved back and dodged the next rush before countering with her own.
Now they began to move in earnest on the gym floor. Feigning and striking with big tit body blows that threatened to topple their rival to the floor. All the while their arms were still conjoined, half the time no longer holding to hand but more so the girls trying to twist and force the other's arm and shoulder back painfully. In a shocking and interesting escalation, Ash forced her dominant hand forward taking Sam's with her, she tried to take hold of the wrists to control her rival, but slipped, so she took hold of the easier target, the redhead's full ass. The source of the pale girl's power and her palm felt the incredible muscle. But instead of freaking out or allowing it to distract her, Ash's opposite arm was forced back in retaliation, and she felt her sweaty ass clapped with a strong palm of Sam. They coiled, their upper bodies turned in this gripping of ass while still trying to push with their thighs in what looked like a painful dance for control.
"You that desperate to feel my ass bitch?" Sam grunted, her fingers squeezing the big muscles of Ash hypocritically.
"Just feeling exactly how much you got back there, and now I know it's not as much as me. You can feel it." Ash groaned back kneading the big muscle as hard as she could from this position.
"Bullshit, you weak bitch. I'm feeling yours even better than you are feeling mine." Sam hissed and muscled her forced backhand in a switch, but just like before Ash was able to win the other side and they switched hands and gripped cheeks, taking a second handful of their rival's sexy glutes. They threw their tits back into it with a grinding push coming even closer than they had been the entire night. Ash felt like her nerves were shocking Sam's and now that her ass was being squeezed it became even harder to ignore the growing sensation between her legs. They could sense the stretching of their rival's tight abs when they got nice and close smearing each other with their workout juices. They were so engaged in their mashing and bashing that they had not acknowledged the intensity of how pointy and erect their nipples had become, or the heat between their legs that seemed even more an inferno than the gym itself. The pain in their shoulders though shot like a knife and they were forced to release their ass-grabbing and fall back into a stalemate, slowly coming back together with a deliberate leisureliness.
"You really like all my sweat on you, don't you bitch?" Ash grunted as they slid their slick bodies with the occasional slap of tit on tit or even stomach on stomach. But they still took their time to spread and rub every exposed inch they could reach.
"I'm covering you a lot more than you are covering me," Sam replied with a snarl and to emphasize this, she started rotating her upper body in wide circles to smear more sweat onto Ash while also somewhat erotically grinding on her rival. The dark girl snarled and mimicked her rival, but in the reverse motion, filling the room with the squishing sound of their sloppy tits. It was almost a mutual break from their fight, but another level of eroticism heat seemed to appear from this hot little mesh.
"Maybe you just wanted to grind me naked this whole time." Ash groaned as she found her sharp brown nipples meet the ghost pink ones where they bent each other and held for a long second. Ash hated how much she enjoyed the feeling of Sam's erect nipples on her breasts, feeling them pressed down, or her own force back. Her big tits interlocking with a fat firm pair were better than anything she had felt on her body and the thrill that these opponent tits wanted nothing more than to crush her own and flatten her made it more alluring.
"You bared your tits first bitch. Don't lie, you wanted this type of sweaty fight as much as I did! And now I'm going to fucking finish you." They separated slightly, and their nipples sprung back to full attention freed from their opponent's bountiful mass. Their arms had long started to tire, and they sagged slightly at their sides while their lower bodies burned in fatigue, yet a heat in their loins seemed to keep them going.
Sam twisted their arms down to their sides and forced their own big tits together. It made them firm like they were wearing two push-up bras for tits that did not need them. The next clash with Sam felt more like two full balloons unable to mold while using their nipples like needles, desperate to pop the other girl's mounds. Ash gasped at this new sensation but she flexed her triceps and pushed forward once again. The muscle fight was still on, but there was no doubt, everything was about whose tits were fuller, better shaped, and could take this beating while dishing it out with even more force. But after another minute, heat again reared its head. The girls knew it was going to come down to whoever could finally get the other down on her back and have gravity join her side. With that, the girls started to stand, each of her toned legs braced straight back behind her and her big ass giving it all in a final push. Ash quickly matched Sam's body but was unable to straighten her legs and that second of lost focus allowed Sam to bend it back. Still, Ash won with her own dominant arm forcing Sam's back with a cry but not enough to stop the surging redhead as the woman's pale tits got above her own and pressed into her sternum. One last big tit push and the pale girl broke Ash's stance. Both her arms were forced back near her ass and could only groan as she felt Sam's strong form push her by the tits, first down to her thick ass, and then humiliatingly to the floor.
After almost ten minutes of an equal battle of bodies and breasts, Sam slammed Ash down to the now-wet mat with a thud that bounced off the walls of the empty gym. Ash let out a desperate groan of hate and frustration as she felt herself now between the black rubbered floor and the sweaty, steamy pale body of Samantha completely on top of her. Dripping on her, covering her with perspiration, Ash felt as if her pores were being filled by the redhead's sweat like overflowing pools. The two hot young women's bodies remained flexed in this locked battle and neither seemed to be ready to give or accept a surrender as their grips tightened. Being on the floor seemed to reawaken their muscles and even as Sam tried to straighten their arms and untangle their legs to solidify her pin, Ash resisted any attempt to do so.
After a few seconds of this struggle, and knowing that this fight wasn't close to over, Sam leaned her face down to make Ash look at her eye to eye and face to face. Then she smeared her forehead sweat and her entire face onto Ash who copied her rival until the redhead stopped and pushed Ash's head down harder with her own, "That's what I thought bitch, you on your back." She gasped in a thrilled moment of resting on Ash, feeling herself sweat onto the black-haired bitch and her pale body covering her darker rival. "Give up and submit to me." She hissed and she emphasized this by putting more weight and pressure on her rival's pressed body and tits especially. Her pale-toned ass was almost like a moon in the dark.
"Fuck you, this isn't over. Not by a long shot." Ash growled back and she forced the frustration in her gut down from getting pinned first. With a scream, she flexed every muscle in her body and strained both their arms above their heads. With their legs twisted and arms up top, Ash forced a roll and took the top spot on Sam who let out a scream of surprise. But after, there was no cry of foul play from the pale girl, just a grunt of irritation as she now was getting sweated on and could feel some torn-up pieces of rubber stick to her sticky wet body. Winning the tit knee fight was a point for the redhead, but it seemed that was only going to lead to rougher play on the hard rubber floor. That was fine. Now on top, Ash leaned up and slapped her big chest down onto Sam's with a smack. The girls cried out together on impact as already sore breasts were brought back to battle. Red and tender, their whole bodies were in pain, and the heat of the room had brought them to near dehydration. A renewed splatter of sweat seemed to shoot around, and more started forming small pools between their conjoined bodies as they held this for a few seconds.
"It's not about who got on top first, it's about who is on top at the end." Ash hissed her lips touching Sam's, but it would be foolish to call it a kiss. Because Sam pressed her head forward and her lips even harder into Ash's mouth as she spat back lip on lip, "Yeah, that's right."
The redhead's big pale tits absorbed the meaty blow but were pressed out like mushrooms once again even as the tops took a similar form. "Bitch!" Sam groaned and then before Ash could repeat the move, had taken back the top spot and returned the favor with her own breast slap. Pain shot through their forms as their tits felt like they could swell up even bigger. The girl's muscles had given them far too much power and as much as they wished they could, they couldn't train their boobs. Again, sweat exploded off them as they groaned as they fought on the floor with Sam on top, then Ash, then Sam, seen by which big muscular ass was visible, flexed in the light and shining thanks to the sweat. Their tensed abs ground over again while Ash slammed down on Sam for what felt like the 100th time. This time she dragged her big brown breasts up and down her rival's pale body a few times extra, enjoying the endless friction of their soaked physiques and the erotic sensations of humiliating her rival. She could feel herself perspiring into her rival's curves and now softening muscles while her near-dark nipples seemed to draw lines in the oil that covered Sam.
A few more rolls occurred, the women grunting and cursing the other while she was on the bottom and taunting while she was on top. A few rotations later, however, Ash again took the top spot, feeling more natural being on top of Sam than not, and more naturally conjoined with the bitch as well. "You just won't quit, will you?" Ash huffed at the redhead who groaned but won back some space and pulled an equally pained whine from Ash's lips now on their sides as their weakening bodies continued to struggle. Their arms fell to their sides on the floor and though their legs still were warped together, they no longer felt locked and could slide easily free if they wished. Strength and muscle had disappeared, and the abrasive temperature had long drained them of their fight. But still, one had to be beaten, one had to be pinned, beaten the way they promised, or so they thought. With their slick legs, each woman's thigh had moved up and up till they had pressed between the split point, where their rival's nude sex was waiting and dripping more than just sweat.
"Not to you. Never to you." Sam finally breathed back, then she shifted her thigh up again and pressed harder into Ash's pussy. The black-haired girl let out a slight moan and though her arms and tits felt as though they had enough, a fire that had always been there was now growing, spreading down every limb. The redhead seemed to freeze hearing the sexual moan, and then shifted to keep her leg tightly between Ash's legs to attempt to get another moan from her rival. "I'm going to break you Aishwarya even if every muscle in my body cramps, even if I have to crawl over you, I'll find a way to finish you, and honestly, I don't think I even need my muscles." They shifted again and hot legs still intertwined seemed to rub up and towards each other's sex in a slow escalation as Ash too felt the yearning to press her thigh into Sam's warm sex. There was a second long groan that escaped Ash's lips as the pressure increased and she returned the rub earning an equally hot whine out of Sam's mouth.
"How are you going to break me without your muscles Samantha? Unless you think there are other ways to finish each other, because I think there are." Ash harshly whispered yet seemed like a scream in the quiet. She knew the answer. She had known since the second they agreed to go body on body completely nude, or even earlier, the second they had gotten into each other's faces. The sensual grunting that had doubled in length and pitch during their roll around had removed any secret to how their fight was going to end. There was a long delay from Sam then in an equally raspy voice. "I'm still going to pin you, and then I'm going to make you cum like a sweaty little whore while trapped under me. That's how I'm going to beat you, Ash."
The emotions and feelings that had been thundering in Ash's head exploded all the way down to her tender nipples and enflamed pussy. All the sexual implications of their confrontation had been real, and now she knew that Sam was thinking and feeling everything she was. That made it a million times better, and a million times worse. "That's exactly what I was thinking Sam, except I'm going to be on top of you, and you will be cumming like a sweaty needy slut under me." She responded and felt Sam shudder as their bodily touching had a whole new meaning. Or maybe it wasn't new because everything they had done seemed to have been building towards this movement. Ash felt her thighs split wider and her sex pressed up with Sam's sweaty muscle. She moaned loudly and returned the sexual attack with her own leg into the hot sex of her rival. Their twisted legs now clamped on each other, trying to stop her rival's movements as best she could while pumping her own ass forward. Now focusing on the sex only made them want to cry out in desire and with how far they had pushed their bodies, each knew that cumming would turn them weak and submissive. They began to grind their tired legs into the other's body, all the while still rolling on the floor slowly, rubbing their shifting and bruised breasts far more sensually, to tease pleasure instead of forcing pain.
"Your sweat is making it really easy to grind your pussy like your muscles." Ash moaned; her lips pressed into her rival's shoulder.
"Please, your sweat makes you so fuckable, like how your muscles make you so easy to pin." Sam moaned back, openly having aggressive sex with her gym rival. They had only been humping a minute or two when Ash got pushed and down onto her toned back in another sweaty roll of the two sex-dueling women. Sam's ass worked like a piston, having a sexy recoil every jolt as it did most of the work at bringing Ash to orgasm. Ash cried out as the soaking sweaty thigh of her rival rubbed her dripping open sex, yet she returned every thrust of thigh with her own. Her clit had become engorged, and it too now was forced into the skin of Sam, but she could swear she could feel Sam's clit, god, they might even be similar there. She wanted nothing more than to remove the straps and put her hands onto the thick pale booty fucking her, try to control it and slap it, but that would offer up her own ass on a platter for Sam which seemed dangerous at her current level of arousal. But Ash somehow rolled them and pumped her thick brown ass into Sam who took it while crying out in pleasure and frustration. Their screams of pleasure rang louder than any weights falling to the floor before, and the women were climbing to a peak neither knew their bodies could reach. Sam's big slick breasts traveled up and down, meeting Ash's brown nipples which seemed to find and clash with the light pink ghost nipples of her rival.
Maybe for a second, Ash thought she had Sam finished on her back to be fucked nice and hard, but the redhead surged one of their conjoined hands down from the side of their bodies and groped Ash's glute just like Ash had just been imagining doing to her rival a second before. The dark woman groaned, and the pair rolled again, till the redhead was atop the black-haired girl and fucking her hard. Ash tried to get back at Sam and slap the big pale ass hard, but Sam kept their arms locked to the outside, ready for the surge and matched what little strength they had left. Then she spread her legs slightly in a dangerous move, to give her more purchase and pin Ash fully while also opening her sex a bit more for pleasure.
"You're pinned. I got you, you fucking sweaty slut." Sam gasped in a moment of victory as her position gave her the slight advantage to fuck her rival.
"Fuck you." Ash moaned as she was pressed onto the hard rubber, but she could not deny the situation that was taking her. The pale redhead was right, and Ash felt all the muscles in her arms fail. She no longer had the strength to roll them over, and all she could do was try and force the bitch off sexually for any chance of victory. They humped over and over, the sound of their cunts hitting and grating on such smooth wet skin could only just be heard as they panted and whined in pleasure. The desire for sex on sex was overwhelming, but even shifting to a new position was intimidating when a second meant everything. Ash could feel Sam's body molding into her in all her crevasses and pools of sweat forming between them for what felt like the final time. Yet she wanted to go down fighting, and she focused everything on fucking Sam's now open cunt and erect clit with her leg even as her own pussy and clit were being given equal treatment of sweaty rubbing of bodies.
No further words were spoken as they let out girlish gasps, and leg fucked like two sweaty whores to the end. Each of their right thighs was now equally covered in cum as they were sweat as the end neared. Desperate, for any sort of chance still on the bottom Ash opened her brown eyes just as she thrust with her leg. Sam moaned anew and threw her head, her long red ponytail whipping with sweat to her back as she did so to try and control the pleasure pulsing in her sore body. But this gave Ash a sudden chance. She leaned her face up and gave Sam's sweaty smooth neck a long hard lick before ending it with a small nip right under the pale girl's chin. Sam gave a desperate cry at the sudden sensation, and her ass was doing erratic thrusts because she had begun to cum on top of Ash's body!
"That's what I thought! Start cumming slut! I got you." Ash screamed but still couldn't roll them as Sam slammed her body down to solidify her pin. And still, the second Ash's mouth was open from the moan, Sam planted her mouth onto Ash's, and the salty sweat from their lips and the sweat on Ash's tongue from Sam's neck, exploded in their sudden wet aggressive kiss. Ash gasped as she was tongued, her rival's tongue slashing hers and drawing it out into an open fight. All the while she was still being pumped by Sam who was cumming hard, and Ash let out the slightest of moans before she too started to cum a clean few seconds after her rival.
"UGH", Ash moaned into Sam's mouth who swallowed the groans and gasps while she returned them cumming herself as they felt their bodies reel in waves of pleasure. It was incredible and horrible as they were forced to share their pleasure. Exhausted muscles tightened in a final blast of power and spasms as gratification overwhelmed their cores and the heat of the room became second to the heat of their sexes. Ash felt her sore and exhausted legs spread wider and almost involuntarily Sam began to do the same, and in the span of three seconds, their clits were just able to touch in an awkward vanilla missionary position. The heat of that touch made them scream at the top of their lungs and forced them to roll. Both girls had a few seconds on top and their hands switching to which ass was being squeezed, until finally, Ash finished her orgasm, a few seconds after Sam's had subsided as the two sweaty, dehydrated women sucked in hot air filled with each other's scent on the wet gym floor. But by the end, Sam had again taken the top spot, resting her body on Ash's like it had been before. Slowly, she half slid off Ash though she kept her body slightly above her rival's, ending up on top again and resting with one of her breasts still squished into the other dark globe. They lay for a short time realizing only now how tired and drained they were from the lift and fight.
"I got you off first, you lose." Ash suddenly whispered in the silence to claim her victory even as she had ended up on the bottom once again in the final roll.
Sam was quiet, and Ash thought maybe she had passed out or accepted her loss, yet her words finally came. "But, I was on top, and I pinned you, and you couldn't roll me to my back, or you would have when I started cumming. Plus, you came a second later and never pinned even when we came. So, I'm the real winner because I pinned you AND got you off."
There was another pause as they sucked in breath. "No way. We made this about fucking, and you came first! I won." Ash hissed still staring at the ceiling, yet her body was starting to yearn for more conflict.
"No! It was about strength AND sex, you might have gotten me off a short second before you came, but we didn't even have real sex! It was about pinning each other, and you got pinned. Plus, you know what? You wouldn't last if we pressed our sexes together and actually had sex!"
"Well, we can prove that bitch! Let's have sex then! If you are so desperate then let's call this a tie and have a rematch. You give me my rematch for strength, and I'll give you a rematch for sex!" Ash offered angrily and then began to try and rip off her wrist guards as she sat up, pushing Sam off her slightly. It didn't work with their hands still knotted as one and she stopped to allow Sam to help as they slowly undid them. Finally, when the wrist guards fell to the ground, they rubbed their raw wrists and stared at each other. The fire between them was burning maybe even hotter but their energy seemed to descend now that they were free. But that wouldn't do, and Ash felt like they needed to continue, but maybe a bit later. Ash slowly rested back on her knees with Sam a few feet away.
"I would love to keep going but, did you say we should finish each other at our peak?" Ash said innocently, and judging by the smile that came to Sam's mouth, Ash felt she was on the right path. "I don't want you tired from squats, or the heat, or our little pushing contest, I want you fresh physically, and sexually so I can really dominate you."
"I did say that, and that does sound way more interesting because if I'm fresh, I can go for hours in both categories," Sam replied with another sexy lick of her lips that made Ash openly drip cum from her pussy onto the floor.
"Oh, a sundown to sun-up kinda girl?" Ash smiled.
"Of course. I bet you are too." Sam teased back.
"Yeah, I am."
"Well then, if you are really brave, why don't you come to my flat and we can have our little rematch and take all the time we need, I have a little home gym too, so we can get a few types of workouts in." Sam offered and Ash let out a cocky smile that even in her state of fatigue felt very genuine. "It's a lift date bitch."
"Good. But let me give you a taste of what exactly I'm going to do to you." Sam breathed with a purr as she crawled forward on her hands and knees, her heart-shaped perky ass swaying behind her as she approached. Even after her intense orgasm, the sight of her rival doing this made Ash yearn for a second contest of the sexual and physical nature, but she waited in place, prepared to strike out if needed but the slow crawling rival near her sent no signs that she was coming for violence this time. A foot away, the redhead paused while reaching one hand behind her head where she pulled free her long red hair, the ponytail coming undone as waves of red golden hair flayed when she gave it a little shake, many of the strands wetly sticking to her smooth sweaty back. Then she moved forward the final foot until she was directly in front of Ash, who waited up on her knees proudly displaying her weakened but still proud body. But instead of rising to match, Sam shifted slightly to the right and then slowly took one of Ash's tender but still erect nipples into her mouth. Ash couldn't help her brown eyes widening at the sight, and the shiver of pleasure that ran directly from said now-engulfed nipple to her clit. Sam looked up with big hazel eyes into Ash's brown orbs and then started to suck very slowly. Her lips focused on the brown nipple before she took more of the soft spongy flesh into her mouth, letting out a slight moan as the sweaty nipple and meat filled her maw. Her tongue flicked the nipple while her dry lips were wettened by sweat and spit. After almost twenty seconds she sucked Ash's left tit, then she switched to the right, giving it an even wetter treatment until she popped it out of her mouth. Leaving the now spit-dripping brown tits, she ran her tongue up between the two brown tits, leaving a trail of spit until she came face to face with Ash, pulling her tongue away at her rival's red lips in the last second with a cocky smirk. "Bet you enjoyed that. Don't worry, more to come soon." Sam whispered while Ash glanced and raised an eyebrow at her, "It wasn't bad, but I know I'm better. I'm happy to show you a bit of what I plan to do too."
Sam looked at her, almost expectantly and Ash didn't have to be prompted, she went down on her hands and knees, making sure her ass was sticking out behind her. She then took her time freeing her long black hair and swayed her ass back and forth like a snake ready to strike its prey. But there was no strike and she happily leaned forward and very slowly slipped one of the pink nipples into her mouth. She tasted the salt, and the fullness, resisting the urge to bite. She sucked Sam like Sam had sucked her, looking up into her rival's wide eyes. Maybe she sucked a little harder but not too much, playing the ghost nipple with her tongue. But to add on, after she switched tits, she suddenly slapped Sam's perky sore ass mid-suck making the pale girl moan loudly unable to keep it in. Only then did Ash rise, keeping her nipples on her rival and dragging them up Sam's body as she slid up until their nipples aligned, their mixing spit making it smoother and even more erotic.
"Interesting," Sam said then she spanked Ash back who too let out a muffled groan, though lighter as she was able to prepare. It felt like there was no stopping a second fight from breaking out now, but after the spanking, the girl fell back. Each moved back at the same time slowly, then like the trance was broken at least for the moment they gathered their clothes.
But Ash took the blue shorts and Sam responded by taking the red top, neither girl complaining nor arguing as they traded one piece each. Then, they left the heated gym after taking another minute each at the water fountain. Finally, they left, leaving down the same stairs, legs shaking but the cooler air from outside refreshed them slightly as they exited. They hadn't spoken, frustrated by the so-called 'tie' but equally hungrier for complete victory over the other that would come next week. Sam locked the door and Ash turned away pausing when Sam brought up one last request. "How about tomorrow we spot each other, unless you are too tired after today. Though I will warn you, I might get a little handsy." Sam offered standing with her arms crossed. "Think of it as a bit more foreplay before we settle it."
Ash stretched slightly but gave her a nod, "That sounds good, name the time."
"8 PM?"
"Works for me," Ash replied like she didn't care. Sam let out a huff and then turned away but froze when she heard the steps coming behind her, she flipped around ready to fight but instead felt her mouth taken by Ash and her mouth forced open by a strong tongue. They groaned at the sudden kiss that turned into a hot aggressive makeout as the girls took hold of the black and red hair. They traded spit and hot words that promised what would happen on the weekend.
"Muscular bitch."
"Strong whore." They whispered mid-make out until finally with a smack, Ash pulled away. They were gasping again, glaring at each other with cocky smirks. "Just a little extra foreplay, like you said." Ash hissed licking her lips.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard," Sam replied, her hazel eyes almost mad.
"Bitch, not as hard as I'm going to fuck you," Ash replied as she took a step back licking the spit of Sam from her lips.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Sam replied cleaning her own lips, meaning today with it being 1 AM and finally the two women walked away back to their cars, separating for good. As Ash got home, she drank a near gallon of water before passing out on her couch, her last thought was her wrestling Sam again but without the binds, and soon they were tribbing on a big bed, every muscle in Ash's body flexing again against the pale girl who met her with equal passion and force. Their clits were conjoined and slashing, it was incredible and then they were kissing trying to force the other off first. But just before the climax, she woke up, gasping and groaning. It had been a dream, but soon it would be a reality.
