Kara's Adult Playground:

by

"Kamiko! Kamiko Ichida!"

She did not hear her old friend Yoko’s calls as she stood on the deck of the Princess Lady, outside the dock in Maui. She was standing in silent fury, watching Linda Park pinch her boyfriend Jeff’s butt. It wasn’t enough that Linda, a guide on the boat as well as Jeff and Kamiko, got all the attention as only a blond in a bikini could, strutting her stuff around the boat offering champagne and selling $20 souvenir photos. She couldn’t stop flirting with Jeff, too. I could take her, Kamiko thought. Even though she’s 5’6" and I’m 5’3, we’re still at the same weight, 130 pounds. If only I could get her alone, I could use my moves on her that I learned back on stage in Japan...she’d stay away from Jeff then!

Kamiko started to walk over to Linda when a hand reached out and grabbed her arm. "Ka-MI-kooo!" She whirled around to see her old friend from her long-forgotten days of dance parlors and wrestling shows back in Tokyo. "I’ve been calling your name out forever, Kamiko!"

"Sorry, I was distracted." She watched Linda separate from Jeff and walk below deck. "Did your business men friends enjoy the snorkeling cruise?"

"Oh, they loved it," Yoko said. "They are impressed that so many of the staff on this boat speak such excellent Japanese. And they are very impressed with you, Kamiko!"

"Give them my thanks." She waved back to the three Japanese executives on their company paid holiday. They waved back and said something to each other, then laughed. Kamiko didn’t know what it was about. She was dressed in a pink-and-white checked bikini top, but covered her derriere with tan shorts, that all went nicely against her golden brown skin, tanned from her daily excursions on the boat.

"Let’s get together tonight for drinks, Kamiko! I haven’t seen you for so many years."

"That sounds good," Kamiko replied. Jeff would be studying tonight for his economics test tomorrow anyway. "What hotel are you staying at?"

"The Grand Wailea. Come and see me at 6pm, OK?"

Jeff and Kamiko drove along the highway towards Kihei in their Jeep Cherokee. Kamiko’s arms were crossed in front of her chest, and eyes faced the road behind her mirrored sun glasses. "What’s up, babe? You’re really silent today. It’s not like you."

"I saw Linda pinch your butt!" Kamiko yelled. "What’s going on between you two?"

"There’s nothing going on," Jeff replied. "She’s a wild girl, but she means nothing to me. I’ve told her not to do that, but she just doesn’t stop." Kamiko remained silent. Jeff jerked the car over to the side of the highway and stopped it. "Look, she means nothing to me. You know I love you and wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. This kind of thing happens to both of us--I see guys mooning over you on the boat, too. I go crazy sometimes, too...but deep down, I trust you."

"Oh Jeff," Kamiko sighed, and ran her fingers through his hair. She kissed his mouth tenderly. "I do trust you...I just needed to hear you say that. Let’s get to the bank."

They arrived at the bank to meet with the loan officer about the purchase of their house in Kihei. It was a small two bedroom place, away from the ocean, but something that they could be happy in. With their incomes from the tour boat, which paid well for their expertise in scuba and Japanese, and their deposit of $10,000, they could qualify for the loan...they thought.

"I’m sorry, but we reviewed your application again," the loan officer said. "You need another $5,000 to qualify for the loan."

They were both dejected as they left the bank and went back to their apartment. They only had $3,000 left in their savings account, and that would be needed for miscellaneous house costs.

"You don’t have any rich Japanese relatives back in Tokyo, do you?" Jeff said, laughing away his frustration. "Oh well, maybe after I get my MBA..."

Kamiko met Yoko in the open air bar of the Hyatt Grand Wailea that evening. She had a few bloody marys, and as the conversation turned backwards to memories of her past, the past that Jeff knew little about, the worries of the present receded into the background.

"I really tied up Sally that night!" Kamiko said, laughing. "We had some good times back then." She looked at Yoko, so pretty with her fair skin, in contrast to Kamiko’s tanness. Yoko was only an inch taller than Kamiko, but both had the same medium, stocky type build.

"Kamiko...when was the last time you wrestled?" Yoko asked.

"Hmmm...about 4 years ago...ah, I was 22 then!"

"Kamiko, I’ve got a proposition for you."

"I’m not into that anymore, Yoko! I gave that up when I moved here to work. I have a new life now."

"I know, I know. This isn’t a permanent job. It’s a one-shot deal. Just listen, OK?"

A rush of excitement filled Kamiko’s entire body and her loins, despite her protests. "OK."

"You know those Japanese businessmen I am escorting around the island? They want to see me wrestle you. Just wrestling, no sex. They get off on it. And they are willing to pay us...$2,000 each!"

"Two thousand?" Kamiko exclaimed. People at the bar turned to look at her and she lowered her voice. "Why so much? They better not be videotaping it."

"No taping. Kamiko, these guys are staying in a suite that costs $2,000 a night. They throw money around like water. They are harmless jerks...with the fantasy of seeing two bikini clad women grappling in front of them. Come on, Kamiko, be a sport! Jeff will never find out."

"Two thou-sand...hmmm," Kamiko murmured. It certainly would help them to buy the house...and performing the wrestling act with Yoko again would be fun. "OK, Yoko, let’s do it!"

Kamiko on top of Yoko, in the old days.

The living room in the suite was bigger than the two bedrooms of the house Kamiko wanted to buy. The Japanese businessmen sat on two sofas at either end of the room, living a large, soft, white carpeted area in the middle. Kamiko ran her barefeet through the fibers in the rug. She had her same pink-and-white checkered bikini on under her shirt and shorts, which she had slowly taken off in a mini striptease act set to music. The alcohol, the music, and the cheers of the businessmen recalled her old days and removed her inhibitions. Yoko performed a similar act, stripping to a black leather bikini, which Kamiko thought looked excellent against her pale skin. She was so sexy and white, Kamiko thought, except for the bikini and her straight, jet-black hair that came down past her jaw. In contrast, the white parts of her own bikini made the tanness of her own body stand out.

"Okay, ladies," Mr. Yamada, who seemed to be the one in charge. "It’s time. But before you begin, I want you to know that the winner of this match will receive an extra $1000!"

Kamiko and Yoko looked at each other and backed away to opposite sides of the room. Mr. Yamada clapped his hands and said, "Begin!"

Kamiko crouched and circled around Yoko, never taking her eyes off her friend. Yoko charged Kamiko head on, her arms grabbed around Kamiko’s neck and shoulders. Kamiko grabbed Yoko’s shoulders to maintain her balance, but then Yoko kicked her leg and caused her to fall on the soft carpet on her side. Yoko landed on top of Kamiko and pressed her flat on the floor, on her stomach. She took Kamiko’s right arm and bent it behind her back to the delight of the businessmen.

Yoko took her left hand and grabbed hold of Kamiko’s black, curly, neck-length hair. She bent her head down to Kamiko’s right ear and bit her earlobe for a second. "I’m not going to take it easy on you, Kamiko...I need that money for my son back in Japan," she whispered, biting Kamiko again and putting her tongue in Kamiko’s ear.

Kamiko squealed, though the pain was not as bad as the surprise. This was not going to the easy playful grappling around that she had imagined. The stakes had been raised higher by the $1000 to the winner. Yoko was a single mom and could use the money as much as Kamiko and Jeff could.

The adrenaline started pumping through Kamiko’s veins. Her old training reasserted itself and her instincts for survival came back. Kamiko raised her head up and twisted it, taking a small nip at Yoko’s cheek with her teeth for a second. It was enough to make Yoko let go of Kamiko’s right arm. Kamiko rolled over and pinned Yoko on the floor with her back. Kamiko thrust her pelvis into the air and down hard on Yoko’s stomach a few times, each one harder than the last.

Yoko stopped this by yanking down on Kamiko’s hair. She wrapped her white thighs against Kamiko’s brown legs. Then she put her arms under Kamiko’s armpits, clasping her hands around Kamiko’s neck to apply a nelson.

Kamiko groaned from the pressure around her neck. "You’re out of shape, Kamiko," Yoko taunted her.

Kamiko grimaced and grabbed hold of Yoko’s wrists. They became like pincers on Yoko’s skin, and pulled her arms slowly away from Kamiko’s neck. "I was always stronger than you, Yoko."

The two women strained against each other, the arm tug of war lasting for a couple of minutes. The businessmen could see the sweat glistening off Kamiko’s flat, golden stomach, while a trickle of sweat came down Yoko’s forehead.

Kamiko seemed to be winning the struggle, when Yoko rolled her body over. Kamiko was now under Yoko once again, but had extended her hands to prevent Yoko from pinning her to the floor. Yoko had untangled her legs. Kamiko’s knees braced herself against any possible pressure on her back.

Yoko then grabbed Kamiko’s shoulders and quickly leapfrogged herself ahead of Kamiko on the floor, landing her thighs right around Kamiko’s neck. Kamiko realized what was coming next and tried to get away, but Yoko grabbed her hair to prevent her from escaping. Yoko steadied herself on the ground with an elbow, and squeezed her thighs hard against Kamiko’s neck. Now both women were on their hands and knees, with Yoko in front of Kamiko, their buns in small bikinis pointed in the air. Kamiko cried out as Yoko steadied herself and applied more leg pressure. A smirk on Yoko’s face appeared that only the businessmen could see and appreciate.

Kamiko gagged under Yoko’s stomach. She sought a way to get out of this choke hold, and clawed lightly at Yoko’s back, but her fingernails were not sharp enough to do much damage.

Yoko shifted her weight forward, tucked her head to her chest, and pushed off the ground to barrel roll over, keeping the pressure on Kamiko with her legs and bringing her crashing down to the carpet on her back. The businessmen applauded the move and cheered. Yoko smirked again and tightened her leg grip around Kamiko’s neck, which looked flushed.

But the new position let Kamiko see where to thrust her arms--up through Yoko’s knees, to form a wedge against the pressure. At first only her hands got in, but then the sweat from Yoko’s thighs acted like a lubricant. Suddenly her lower arms were protecting her neck against Yoko’s thighs, and pushed them off.

Yoko gave way for a moment. Kamiko’s felt a surge of energy as she grabbed hold of Yoko’s ankles to stand up, twist Yoko over on her stomach, bending Yoko’s legs towards her back in Boston crab maneuver. This time Yoko cried out as Kamiko tucked Yoko’s ankles under her armpits, gripping Yoko’s thighs with her hands, and bending her spine and buttocks even more.

Kamiko enjoyed watching her devilish little friend suffer a bit as she gained back her second wind. "Had enough, Yoko?"

Yoko cursed her in Japanese.

Kamiko decided to make the crab more painful by standing on Yoko’s shoulders, and judging by Yoko’s cries, it was indeed. But Yoko also thrashed around madly, and the sweat on her back made Kamiko slip and fall down.

Kamiko landed on her ass in front of Yoko. Yoko got to her knees and grabbed hold of Kamiko’s ankles. "Bitch!" she cried, and fell down hard on top of Kamiko, pressing her body against Kamiko’s thighs which she held up in the air.

Before Yoko could solidify this position, Kamiko yanked her legs back and wrapped her thighs around Yoko’s neck. Kamiko tightened the choke hold and brought Yoko back to the floor. She tried to pull Kamiko’s thighs away, but Kamiko grabbed hold of her wrists and kept them apart. Yoko was now on her stomach, her head buried in Kamiko’s thighs, who sat upright. Yoko brought her knees up to try to stand up and escape.

Anticipating her move, Kamiko suddenly released the choke hold, got to her knees, shifted forward, and her arms grabbed around Yoko’s waist. She pressed her weight against Yoko’s back to keep her from standing up. She nipped Yoko’s buns a few times with her teeth for a surprise. And then she got to her feet, intensifying her grip around Yoko’s waist, pulling her up in the air. Kamiko was then standing, with Yoko dangling upside-down in the air, legs dangling over Kamiko’s shoulders.

"No! No, don’t--" Yoko yelled.

Kamiko squeezed Yoko’s diaphragm and she lost the air to say anything. Then she let go of her friend, executing a piledriver maneuver, where Yoko fell to the carpet head first, her body following her to floor on her stomach. The businessmen gasped, then applauded.

"Sorry, Yoko," Kamiko said, wearing a confident smile, as she knelt down on top of Yoko’s back. "But you were the one who wanted it rough." The feeling once again raced through her body, her suppressed sexuality spreading like wildfire. She remembered how much pleasure it was after the wrestling matches with the women she had fought, taking them to bed. Maybe she could get away with it tonight?

She reached the clasp that held Yoko’s leather bikini top together and unhooked it Yoko was too dazed to resist as Kamiko tied both arms behind Yoko’s back and twirled her over, her small but perfectly formed breasts heaving in the air. Kamiko placed her right foot on Yoko’s left breast and put her hands on her shoulders, looking into Yamada’s eyes.

"No more, no more, kudasai...please," Yoko moaned.

"I believe you gentlemen owe me $3,000," Kamiko said firmly.

Kamiko sipped a Coca-Cola after she had pocketed her money and toweled off the sweat from her body. She sat on a sofa in her bikini, looking over at the lovely Yoko, who had her bikini top back on. Yoko looked at Kamiko moodily from her perch atop another sofa across the room. Lovely Yoko, Kamiko thought. I’ve forgotten how good we were together.

"Ah! I should be going now," Kamiko said to Mr. Yamada.

"Oh, please not yet, Miss Kamiko. We have another proposition for you!"

"Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Yamada," Kamiko replied. "But I really am tired and have to work tomorrow." I’ve got the $3,000 for the house already. Jeff will be so happy.

"Too bad." Yamada sighed. "You seemed so great at the wrestling. We wanted to offer you the same deal again to fight another women right now."

"A second fight? Here?"

"Yes. And I believe you know the woman." Yamada snapped his fingers loud and turned back towards a door leading into a bed or bath room. "You can come out now!"

The door opened and Linda Park walked out of it, looking at Kamiko. She was dressed as she had been on the boat, in a blue-and-white colored thin bikini, wearing blue high heeled shoes that made her tower over Kamiko even more as she stood up to face her.

"Well, well, well, if it isn’t little Kamiko," Linda said teasingly, her blue eyes alight with mischief. "Does Jeff know about your...moonlighting?"

"What are you doing here?" Kamiko asked.

"I’m here to fight you, Kamiko. To demolish you. To beat you up so bad you can’t go back to Jeff. Or don’t you want to hurt that widdle darling facey-wacey?" She clutched Kamiko’s chin in her hand, and Kamiko slapped her arm away.

"Yoko said that you would be motivated to fight Ms. Park, Kamiko," Yamada said. "Would you care to change your mind about our offer?"

"I accept!" Kamiko exclaimed, staring Linda back at her eyes. The passion flowed within Kamiko now. . To be finally free to put down this slut the way she had always wanted to back on the boat and get paid to do it!

"You’re so dumb, Kamiko," Linda replied to her. "I always suspected, but never knew it until now. I wonder if that’s why Jeff likes you so much?"

"Take off your shoes and fight, bitch!"

Linda walked over to the side of the sofa and slid off her heels. With her back facing the men, she leaned over, exposing her butt to them, executing a series of short leg and then chest stretches. They appeared to be salivating over this American-Japanese encounter. Then Linda went over to the corner of the room opposite Kamiko, boldly put her hands on her hips, and said, "Ready to learn your limitations compared to an American woman, Kamiko?"

Kamiko danced over to the center of the living room, trying to keep her anger in control, to use it in her fighting, but not to let it overwhelm her strategy. Linda advanced cautiously, arms extended in front of her. Their eyes were locked on each other. Kamiko’s hand shot out and grabbed Linda’s arm, and then executing a maneuver instinctively drilled into her years ago, jumped upwards incredibly high. Her thighs locked around Linda’s neck. Gravity threw both bodies to the carpet, with Linda in a choke hold on her back. Kamiko was on her side, her fists knotted as she applied more leg pressure around Linda’s neck.

The businessmen gasped and applauded.

Linda looked stunned as she lay choking for almost a minute. It was all worth it just to watch her face turn blue, Kamiko thought. Hell, I would have done this match for free!

Linda tried grasping at Kamiko’s body, her arms flailing about, but she found no convenient hold or pressure point. Kamiko’s legs were like an iron vice. Then Linda found a way out of the hold. She put her palms on the floor, using the leverage to push her legs up into the air, then back behind her head. Linda’s waist and lower body were now on the other side of Kamiko. This did not break the leg lock on her neck, but the weight shift did flip Kamiko onto her stomach. Still choking, Linda’s hand felt itself on Kamiko’s buns. She squeezed hard and dug into Kamiko’s buns with her semi-sharpened fingernails. Kamiko gave out a wail and lost focus enough to lose her grip on Linda’s throat.

Linda shoved Kamiko’s legs back onto the floor and grabbed Kamiko’s ankles. Crossing her calves, Linda kneeled over and pressed her entire body weight on them, driving them into Kamiko’s thighs. Once, twice, three, four times, each harder than the last! She sat on Kamiko’s legs and shoved Kamiko’s back with her hands, driving Kamiko’s face into the floor.

"Whew!" Linda exclaimed, sucking in air. "Jeff’s got himself a wild one here! Almost as tough as the wildcats back in Kansas."

Kamiko pushed against the floor with her hands to raise herself up. While she did this, Linda reached for her bikini strap, and un-snapped the lock. She whipped the bikini top off of Kamiko’s back as the businessman laughed and cheered. Kamiko still tried to press herself up, but Linda pressed her chest against Kamiko’s back. Linda took the bikini top and wrapped it around Kamiko’s face, covering her eyes, and snapping it secure in back of her head.

Panic began to set in as Kamiko realized that she was blind! Her hands reached for the top to be pulled away by Linda, who laughed maniacally. "Are you ready to give up now?" Linda asked her.

"Eat shit!" Kamiko replied.

Linda sat over to the side and allowed Kamiko’s legs to extend flat on the floor. Linda stood up, clutching hold of Kamiko’s bikini bottom, and yanked it upward, off her waist and legs. Kamiko was now totally nude on the floor.

Kamiko used the opportunity to yank the bikini top off her head and hurl it across the room. She twisted over on her back, facing Linda who towered above her laughing and reaching again for her knees. Kamiko’s foot shot upward to hit Linda in the crotch, which made her double over. Kamiko stayed on the floor and grabbed Linda’s arms, put her legs on Linda’s chest, and pushed, flipping Linda over and backwards, landing hard on her back behind Kamiko.

Kamiko somersaulted backwards and landed, kneeling on Linda’s arms, pinning them to the floor. The humiliation and anger flowed outward through Kamiko as she pressed Linda’s face flat to the side, and punched Linda in her breasts several times repeatedly, then ripped off Linda’s bikini top and threw it over to Mr. Yamada.

Linda groaned, but in response, brought her legs backward, and shoved Kamiko off of her with her feet. She caught Kamiko’s midsection in between her thighs, and applied an intense pressure against Kamiko’s ribs. Kamiko’s eyes squinted and she gasped while Linda smirked and enjoyed her discomfort.

"Come on, honey," Linda taunted her. "Admit it--I’m too much for you." Linda pinched at Kamiko’s buns as she said it. Kamiko caught Linda’s arm with her right wrist and tightened her grip like a hammer vice. The pain made lose her grip on Kamiko, who broke free, and twisted Linda’s legs, throwing her to the floor, on her stomach.

Linda started to get up almost immediately, but Kamiko sat down with a thud on her back. Kamiko sat in reverse, facing Linda’s feet. Seeing the perfect opportunity to even the scales in the match, Kamiko grabbed Linda’s bikini bottom and pulled it up off her body, throwing it to the crowd behind her. Kamiko reached for Linda’s ankles hoping to execute another Boston crab, but Linda braced her knees on the floor, and raised her upper body off the floor, sending Kamiko sprawling face first into the carpet behind her.

This time both women got to their feet. They circled each other, completely nude and sweaty, Linda’s nice and firm breasts swaying with her movement, while Kamiko’s smaller but nicely modeled breasts tasted the air. The others in the room seemed to disappear to Kamiko except for Linda. Kamiko stared into Linda’s shimmering blue eyes and lost control of her passionate anger for a moment. They charged at each other. Kamiko got Linda in a bear hug, squeezing her diaphragm, while her mouth got hold of Linda’s right tit in her teeth, and bit down hard. The pain enraged Linda and caused her to scream. In sheer desperation, Linda reach downward with her right arm, scooping up Kamiko’s legs, and with her left held Kamiko’s shoulder. She raised Kamiko into the air, above her shoulders, and brought Kamiko crashing down onto her one knee that she had swiftly dropped down to. The impact hit Kamiko’s lower spine with devastating impact. The pain was so tremendous that Kamiko sat up involuntarily, only to receive a face smash from Linda’s elbow.

Linda dropped her knee and Kamiko slid to the floor, immobilized on her back. It was not broken, but the body blow was painful. The men gaped in amazement as the nude Linda raised Kamiko’s legs into the air, and sat down upon them, pressing Kamiko’s legs backwards towards her chest, almost to the floor. Linda’s knees rested on Kamiko’s arms, pinning them. The men saw Linda’s bare ass and heart shaped opening resting on top of Kamiko’s exposed vagina. Linda seemed to wiggle her ass back and forth in enjoyment.

"Now, Kamiko, give it up!" Linda shouted.

Kamiko wailed and a tear came out of her eye, but said nothing. She seemed to be still stunned from the backbreaker maneuver.

Linda slapped Kamiko on her face. "Kamiko! Snap out of it!"

"I give up..." Kamiko cried.

"It’s not enough to give up, Kamiko! Am I your mistress and conqueror?"

Kamiko yelled, "I give up! Isn’t that enough!" Her legs flailed against Linda’s shoulders in frustration.

Linda slapped Kamiko again on the face, this time harder. "No! You must acknowledge me as your mistress. Promise to give me everything you have." She took her hand and covered Kamiko’s eyes with it, applying the hint of an eye gouge to come.

"I submit!" Kamiko wailed, legs flailing faster now. "You’re my mistress! I give it all!"

"Then seal your submission by suckling my breast," Linda commanded, bringing her left tit closer to Kamiko’s mouth. Her hand was still on Kamiko’s forehead. "Tenderly. Bite it and I will gouge you severely."

Yoko and the businessmen looked on in voyeuristic lust, as Kamiko’s mouth licked Linda’s nipple ever so gently for almost a minute. Then, Kamiko’s mouth engulfed the breast and suckled it.

Linda sighed with pleasure. "Very good, Kamiko. I’ve tamed you well." She took her breast out of Kamiko’s mouth and brought her hand off of Kamiko’s forehead. Linda stood up and allowed Kamiko to uncurl herself on the floor, crying softly. Linda looked down upon her with a ravenous expression as she placed her foot on Kamiko’s chest. "Don’t feel bad. It’s good to know your limitations."

"Are your muscles throbbing, Kamiko?"

Kamiko looked around at the interior of Linda’s small house in Kihei. It was nicely decorated. Linda began to light some candles around the living room. How could she afford such a place on her salary from the boat? Kamiko wondered. Then it hit her--Linda must do quite a bit of private wrestling matches for tourists. Or maybe even wilder things.

"Come back to the patio," Linda said to her. "I’ve got just the thing to unwind after a good match."

Kamiko followed Linda through a sliding glass door to the patio, where a wooden hot tub sat in the patio, already bubbling with stream rising from the top. On the ledge next to it sat a bucket with white wine and two champagne glasses.

Linda removed her shirt and shorts, then the bikini she had been wearing under it. Kamiko watched her supple body sink down in the water. "Come on in, Kamiko," Linda said, pouring some wine, and extending the glass towards her. "The water’s lovely, and so are you."

Kamiko slowly shed her street clothes and bikini while Linda watched her. There wasn’t any doubt now as to Linda’s genuine sexual attraction for Kamiko. She had insisted that Kamiko come back with her to spend the night. And Kamiko didn’t feel like going home to Jeff--he would be able to smell that something weird happened that night. Kamiko needed more time to think of how to present and explain the money to him. She had called Jeff from the hotel to tell him she was drunk and would be sleeping over at a girlfriend’s place.

Kamiko stepped into the wonderfully warm water, accepting the glass from Linda. "To us," Linda said, clinking her own glass against Kamiko’s, "Two of the best women wrestlers on the island!" They both inhaled the wine rather than drinking it, keeping their eyes on each others face. Linda refilled their glasses a second time, which they sipped slowly.

Linda’s hand reached under the water for Kamiko’s ass, and pulled her closer. Her hand massaged Kamiko’s supple butt and lower back.

"Who do you want to fuck more," Kamiko asked her, "Jeff or me?"

"Well, Jeff IS cute," Linda said, putting down her glass. "But I am afraid I don’t go much for men. I’ve been trying to provoke you into a fight for some time now, Kamiko...all so that I might be able to do this." She put her arms around Kamiko’s shoulders, hugging her, kissing her cheek softly, then tasting Kamiko’s lips.

Kamiko responded with a full kiss in turn. The feelings of lust and passion overwhelmed her and she gave into them. She sat down on the seat inside the hot tub and circled her legs around Linda’s waist. Linda and Kamiko kissed again and again, their hands exploring each other’s bodies.

"Oh, Linda," Kamiko murmured. "I guess all along I’ve been eyeing you, too. I was jealous of the wrong person."

They spent an hour in the tub, making out, caressing, whispering words of love and affection. They took small breaks to drink wine and revel in the nearness of the other.

"Kneel on the inner ledge here and spread your legs," Linda told Kamiko. "I’ve got a treat for you."

Kamiko did as she was told, ready for an orgasm. She felt Linda insert a dildo into her cunt. Linda slid it in and out slowly, massaging Kamiko’s clitoris as she did so. Kamiko started moaning immediately, "Oh GOD! That’s so GOOD!" She braced herself against the ledge and thrust her pelvis backward towards Linda in a rhythm. Kamiko continued moaning and screaming until she came, and only when she had nestled into Linda’s bosom resting had she wondered about Linda’s neighbors.

"They never bother about it," Linda told her.

"Now it’s your turn," Kamiko said, reaching her finger towards Linda’s vagina.

"Not yet, little one," Linda said. "Only when I tell you to. Don’t forget, I’m still your mistress."

Linda stepped out of the hot tub and Kamiko followed her. Linda wrapped Kamiko up in a big terrycloth towel, and dried herself in one as well. She led Kamiko back into the house, where they went into Linda’s bedroom. Kamiko sat on the bed and watched as Linda lit more candles in the room. Then Linda whipped off her towel and stood before her naked.

She’s so sexy, Kamiko thought. I could devour her entire body.

Linda yanked the towel off Kamiko’s body and pushed her back onto the bed. Linda scooted Kamiko up to the top of the bed, where an iron-wrought bedpost stood at the head. She reached down below the mattress and pulled out two handcuffs that were already hooked around two iron bars of the post. Before Kamiko realized what had occurred, Linda had snapped the handcuffs around her wrists.

"Don’t!" Kamiko yelled. "You don’t have to--"

"Shut up and enjoy it," Linda commanded. She kissed Kamiko again and caressed her hair and face. "I’m going to show you what pleasure really is."

Kamiko strained helplessly against the cuffs as Linda kissed her neck and worked her way slowly down to her breasts. Pleasure rippled through Kamiko’s body. She pushed herself further up the bed, so that her hands could grab the bedpost, preventing chafing against her wrists from the cuffs. Linda kept tonguing Kamiko’s nipples, coming up once in a while for a breath of air and to kiss Kamiko’s mouth again. The taste was salty and sexy. Linda tongued her tummy, her belly button, which nearly drove Kamiko so crazy that she would have put a choke hold with her legs onto Linda if she had the strength. Then Linda started tonguing Kamiko’s clitoris and vagina, licking at it with abandon. She pushed Kamiko’s legs backward towards her chest, as she had during the final pin. She messaged Kamiko’s buns and thighs as she licked at Kamiko’s vagina, as moans of pleasure, much louder and deeper than before, erupted from Kamiko’s mouth. When Kamiko seemed close to coming, Linda would drop the legs and rush up to Kamiko’s lips for another kiss, to forestall the final pleasure.

"Don’t torture me, mistress," Kamiko begged after the fourth time Linda had teased her like this. "I’ll be so good to you."

This time Linda raised Kamiko’s legs in the air, but brought her own vagina to rest on top of Kamiko’s. She gyrated her pelvis up and down, as if she were a man, but heard the wet sound of two cunts sliding against each other. Linda stared into Kamiko’s eyes with a wild fury and passion that Kamiko had never before seen. Kamiko brought her legs down and encircled Linda’s buns with them. Linda let herself down on top of Kamiko and grabbed her shoulders, keeping up the rhythm. Linda bit Kamiko’s ear and tongued it, whispering words of encouragement, "Come on, little honey." Kamiko clenched her leg hold against Linda’s waist tighter and tighter until she finally came, heaving for air.

Linda rolled off Kamiko and rested. Their bodies were covered with sweat. Kamiko tried to roll over to Linda, but the handcuffs prevented this.

"Please let me go," Kamiko said. "I will pleasure you."

"Oh, you will pleasure me," Linda said, pushing her back flat on the bed. "Right as you are now." She straddled Kamiko’s chest. Linda brought together three pillows under Kamiko’s head and propped her up. This brought Kamiko’s face level with Linda’s vagina. "Kiss it, my darling." She grabbed the iron rails and extended her pelvis towards Kamiko’s face. Kamiko started licking the vagina gingerly. "Kiss it the way you kissed my breast when you acknowledge my superiority!"

Linda reveled as Kamiko tongued her clitoris and vagina below, pumping her waist up and down. Kamiko enjoyed tonguing Linda and tasting the wonderfully warm saltiness that she had missed for so many years. It wasn’t as satisfying as she hoped. Kamiko longed to touch Linda’s buns and caress her breasts. But Linda started to yell with pleasure at the idea of total control. Kamiko kept tonguing her and heard Linda’s cries increase their intensity, and kept going no matter how often Linda’s cunt slammed against her face and almost suffocated her. When Linda’s orgasm finally came, the iron bedpost seemed to vibrate so much from Linda’s grip that Kamiko was afraid it would come crashing down on top of her.

Linda slumped down onto Kamiko after it was over and kissed her mouth. "You did good, my slave. I give you your freedom." She released the cuffs from Kamiko’s wrists.

Kamiko was now free to caress Linda anyway she wanted. But she was so tired she could not move. Both Linda and Kamiko lay flat on their backs, breathing in air, resting. Exhausted from their long and intense day together, they fell asleep, giving no thought to what might happen tomorrow.

Kamiko awoke close to her usual time, around 5am in the morning. She usually got up early to get things on the boat ready. While Linda slept soundly, she walked dizzily into the living room, trying to remember where her clothes were. Then she remembered: the patio, the hot tub, and their passion together.

Oh my god, what have I done? Kamiko wondered. I told myself after that last time in Tokyo, with Helen and Matadora, that I would never sleep with another woman. Oh, how can we keep this a secret from the crew on the boat? Jeff! Jeff must never find out.

Fear, loathing, and panic consumed Kamiko’s mind now, as she raced to the patio, and dunked herself in the cool waters of the dormant hot tub. She toweled off the water and sex sweat from her naked body. Then, hurriedly putting on her bikini and street clothes, she ran around the house to her Jeep, and took off for the harbor.

The day on the boat was a tough one. Jeff accepted her excuse about the night on the town with Yoko easily enough. But when Linda finally came on board, Kamiko had difficulty looking at her straight in the eye. Fortunately, it was a small boat, and Kamiko was never left alone with Linda for a confrontation. But the look in Linda’s eyes bespoke a certain confusion and disappointment.

When the boat finished it’s excursion early in the afternoon, Kamiko hurried her final duties and raced off in her Jeep ahead of anyone else. She made it to the bank before closing, and purchased a cashier’s check for $5,000, using the cash from her previous night’s wrestling matches. She had the check made out to herself.

Arriving at their apartment, Kamiko presented the check to Jeff. "I do have a rich uncle," she said. "We can buy the house now!"

Jeff was so excited that he peppered Kamiko’s face with kisses. He picked up Kamiko in his arms and brought her to the bedroom. He made love to her then, but while Kamiko was touched by happiness and love, she could not help but feel bored after what had transpired the previous night. After Jeff’s passions were spent, Kamiko fell asleep.

She was awakened by the ringing of the phone. Kamiko stirred herself awake and looked at the time on the clock: 6:01pm. She HAD been tired. Jeff came into the room, and said, "It’s for you. Yoko."

Kamiko picked up the phone. "Hi Yoko..."

"Ka-MI-kooo! I should be mad at you for last night, you know."

"Why?" Kamiko asked, hearing Jeff rattling around in the kitchen. "Are you suffering from a concussion? All’s fair. I think you knew it was a real match, even before we went up."

"Ka-MI-ko! After all we’ve been through?"

"I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t suggest the extra money to Yamada to make it more exciting."

"Water under the bridge, Kamiko. I wanted you to buy your dream house, that’s all."

Kamiko laughed. "I guess you did help some."

"Anyway, that’s not what I was mad about. When are you going to claim your prize?"

"What prize?"

"Kamiko, you know the custom...the winner is entitled to...anything they desire of the loser."

"Oh!" Memories of earlier victories in the ring flashed through Kamiko’s mind. "You’re right." A rush of blood surged around her loins.

"Tonight, Kamiko?"

"I don’t know. I might not be able to get away tonight."

"I leave for Tokyo tomorrow...come by if you can to really remember the old days."

Kamiko said good-bye, resolving not to see Yoko, not to make the same mistakes of the past.

She padded barefoot into the kitchen to find a marvelous meal prepared for her by Jeff. All of her favorite dishes laid out for her. Kamiko wolfed it all down quickly, eating more than Jeff had ever seen, and two helpings of ice cream for dessert.

"Guess I really gave you an appetite this afternoon, huh?" Jeff said, attributing the hunger to his own lovemaking skills.

After dinner, Kamiko lay on the couch watching Japanese programs on KIKU, while Jeff did his schoolwork. She tried to suppress the visions of Yoko in a black leather bikini that appeared in her daydreams as she lost interest in the TV. I cannot go tonight, Yoko thought. I am resolved. Plus, I am much too tired for sex tonight.

But after a couple of hours of television, her food was digested and her energy level snapped back. Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, was all that she could think about. Finally, she got up and explained to Jeff that she had to see Yoko before she left for Japan.

Kamiko spotted Yoko on the dance floor of the nightclub in the Grand Wailea. She was dressed in a low cut strapless black dress, with slits down the sides to expose her legs, that were in burgundy colored pantyhose. She was dancing around the floor in a shiny pair of black high heels with a young Japanese fellow.

Kamiko was wearing a more simples Hawaiian dress, but it looked appropriate for the venue. She went to the dance floor, doing a funky chicken type of dance, grinding her hips back and forth, making her way towards the couple. Other men came towards her for attention, but Kamiko locked her eyes on Yoko’s partner. She finally got his attention and came between him and Yoko. The young gentleman looked quite excited, as he thought the two women were competing for him.

Yoko put her hand on Kamiko’s shoulder and turned her around. The two danced together, seducingly locking their eyes on each other. The young man was forgotten. Soon, after getting no attention, he drifted away.

The music ended for a moment and Kamiko wandered off to the ladies room. Yoko followed behind her. Kamiko slammed the door shut and locked it. She grabbed Yoko’s waist and slammed her against the wall.

Kamiko kissed Yoko’s mouth so hard, their teeth scraped together. Her hands fondled Yoko’s breasts through the dress.

"I thought you wouldn’t come!" Yoko cried, gasping for air, as Kamiko kissed her neck.

The handle to the door jiggled. "Let’s go to your room," Kamiko said, wiping the smeared lipstick off Yoko’s face.

No sooner had they entered Yoko’s room and turned on the light, Kamiko had pushed Yoko into the wall again. She unsnapped Yoko’s dress to find her wearing a fishnet full body pantyhose stocking.

Yoko in bed.

"Get out of those heels," Kamiko ordered, relishing Yoko nearer her own height. Both women tossed their shoes off. "Now take off my dress."

Yoko removed Kamiko’s dress to find her completely nude, wearing no underwear at all.

Kamiko embraced Yoko, feeling the wonderful coolness of the leather against her bare tits, and caressing the wonderful texture of Yoko’s pantyhosed ass with her hands. She kissed Yoko hungrily again, and Yoko responded by rubbing Kamiko’s calves with her burgundy foot.

"I’ve missed you so much, Kamiko!" Yoko exclaimed, as Kamiko grabbed her buttocks with both hands, and lifted Yoko up off the floor and carried her over to the bed.

They made mad and passionate love until 2am in the morning. For most of it, Kamiko was in charge, even slapping handcuffs on Yoko and teasing her the way that Linda had the past night. But Kamiko left enough energy in Yoko, so that when she was set free, she caressed and fondled Kamiko with equal fervor for a good while afterward.

Kamiko fell asleep while Yoko lay dozing on Kamiko’s stomach. Before she succumbed to slumber, she thought, This is what I’ve been missing. The past few years. And especially last night. The balance in the sex. The control and the release. If I fought Linda again and won, could it be as wonderful?

When Kamiko awoke the next morning, it was 9am. The Princess Lady had taken off almost two hours earlier. The guilt returned to her, which Yoko tried to assuage by ordering room service and fucking her in the shower. And Kamiko did feel better with her friend and lover. They went down to the pool for a swim, a sunbath, a lunch and tropical rum drinks overlooking the ocean. Then they returned to Yoko’s room and fucked each other again, as equals this time, neither one master nor slave.

Then Yoko had to pack and get ready to leave. She dressed and said good-bye to Kamiko. Both women kissed each other tenderly and tried hard not to cry.

"We’ll see each other soon," Kamiko said.

"You can’t ignore who you really are, Kamiko," Yoko said to her. "You’ll be miserable. You think you’ll be able to get someone to wrestle you into accepting that you’re a lesbian when you’re 50?"

"I know what I am now," Kamiko assured her.

"Don’t forget it," Yoko said, touching her nose with her finger, and took off in the cab, looking back at Kamiko through the window.

But Kamiko did forget what Yoko had said as soon as she had walked into the door of their apartment. Jeff was there waiting for her, obviously pissed off.

"Where have you been?" he demanded.

"I told you," Kamiko replied. "I had to see Yoko one last time. She’s my best friend, Jeff. I have not seen her in years!"

"You should have called," Jeff said. "The skipper was angry you didn’t show up. I had to do the translations myself for the Japanese tourists. I barely got by. Fortunately, they laughed at my mistakes!"

"What’s Skipper going to do?" Kamiko asked.

"Nothing. I told him you were sick today."

Kamiko felt saddened over what had happened. Her dream was to own a house and start a family with Jeff. Now, all of this wild and untamed feelings threatened to destroy it. "I’m sorry, Jeff. I got carried away last night with Yoko. I should have called you."

"I was worried sick about you."

"I know. But there’s one other thing I’ve been thinking about..."

"What?"

"I don’t want to work on the boat anymore."

Jeff was quiet for a moment. "Why? I always thought you liked it."

"It’s fun, but not very challenging. I can do better, Jeff. There are several hotels and travel agencies that would like to hire me." That was no lie, and it was something she had been thinking about in the back of her mind. But it seemed like the perfect way for her to escape Linda...and her past that loomed over her like a black cloud.

"Ok, if that’s what you want. I’ll support your decision."

"Thanks, Jeff," Kamiko replied, but did not touch or kiss him. Instead she went into the bedroom. "I’ll tell the Skipper tomorrow. I need to take a nap now."

"I’ve made an appointment for us at the mortgage company tomorrow, after work."

"Oh, good." But Kamiko knew she did not sound very enthusiastic. She felt sad instead of happy. She hoped that a good day’s rest would help her to feel differently.

The next day, Kamiko gave her resignation to the Skipper. Out of kindness and consideration for him, Kamiko gave him a four week notice so that he could hire a new native Japanese translator and tour guide. He was much appreciative to her, and treated her kindly when he made the announcement to the crew. Everyone was disappointed, especially Linda.

"Oh, I am going to miss you so much, Kamiko," Linda sighed, kissing her on the cheek, and unseen by the crew grabbing her arm and pinching her hard. She looked into Kamiko’s eyes fiercely for the first time since their night together. Then she hurriedly stepped below deck.

Jeff and Kamiko went to the mortgage company with their papers and their money. They spent a couple of hours there filling out the paperwork. Finally, the arrangements were made and the money was turned over.

"Let’s go see it, babe," Jeff said excitedly. "Our first house. All ours!"

Then drove to it and went inside. Empty and devoid of furniture. They walked on the clean shag carpet, looking at the bedrooms and the living room. Jeff talked excitedly about the furniture they would buy and arrange. Kamiko was quiet but enjoyed his enthusiasm.

"Come on," Jeff took Kamiko’s hand and led her into the master bedroom. "Let’s christen the place right now!"

"What?" Kamiko asked.

"Let’s make it right here on the floor," Jeff said, kissing her neck and hugging her.

"No, Jeff..." Kamiko pushed him away.

"What’s the matter?"

"She’s not in the mood, Jeff!" A familiar female voice said from behind.

They turned and looked. In the bedroom doorway stood Linda Park, dressed in white shorts, a black tank top, and the blue high heels Kamiko had seen her in the other night.

"Linda! What are you doing here?" Jeff asked.

"Oh, the crew was talking about your new house, and I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d check it out and saw your car here...how about a tour?"

Kamiko felt the hair on the back of neck stand up. Her numbness faded away and the thrill of the unknown raced through her blood. What was Linda up to?

Linda strode into the bedroom and Jeff showed her the bathroom connected to it. Kamiko walked out into the living room, suppressing the urge to knock Linda to the floor. Play it cool, she told herself. You have too much to lose now.

Then Kamiko heard Jeff shout out, "Fuck! What are you doing!" Before she could run over, Linda came to the bedroom doorway, pushing Jeff in front of her. Jeff’s hands were handcuffed behind his back.

"Relax, Jeff. I won’t hurt you. You see, there’s a lot of things you don’t know about your little Kamiko. The fact that she is a fighter...that she swings both ways..."

"Take your fucking hands off of him!" Panic overwhelmed Kamiko, and she lunged and caught Linda’s arm, but Linda kept hold of Jeff by his hair.

"All right, let’s fight," Kamiko said calmly, realizing what she had to do. "Take off your clothes."

"What?" Jeff yelled. "Kamiko, don’t...you don’t have to do this for me!"

"Shut the fuck up, Jeff," Linda said, shoving him in the chest, causing him to fall hard on his butt on the floor. "Enjoy the show. If nothing else, you might get the hard-on of your life. Or maybe you might make a valuable witness for the homicide detectives."

Kamiko stripped off her shoes and street clothes, and stood in her thin bikini at one end of the living room. Linda did the same, locking her eyes onto her.

"This is it, Kamiko," Linda said to her. "You can’t avoid reality any longer. One of us is going to get what we want. You’re either leaving with him or without him."

"Don’t fight over me, girls! I’m not worth it!" Jeff yelled, mistakenly thinking that he was the object of their passions.

"I made up my mind already," Kamiko barked. "I don’t belong to anyone, especially you, white bitch!" Kamiko’s whole body felt electrified by an unworldly energy. Jeff disappeared to her in the room, despite his shouts and groans. Only two people in the universe existed now, herself and Linda.

They advanced towards each other, their arms extended. Kamiko slapped Linda’s thighs a few times, faking her out for a punch that she planned. But Linda advanced quickly, took hold of Kamiko’s hair, and yanked down hard. Making Kamiko double over, Linda slammed her chest on top of Kamiko’s back. Linda grabbed her arms around Kamiko’s back and waist, squeezing Kamiko’s diaphragm hard with her fists. Kamiko grabbed Linda’s buns with her hands and tried to push Linda off with her legs. But Linda had the better position.

Suddenly, Linda lurched and lifted Kamiko into the air, upside down, legs dangling over Linda’s shoulders. Her arms still hugged Kamiko’s waist and managed to lift her up a little higher. It was exactly the same piledriver setup maneuver that Kamiko had used on Yoko earlier. Linda let go of Kamiko and let her head crash into the floor.

That’s what appeared to happen to Linda. Kamiko had been prepared for the piledriver and had put out her hands in front of her to protect her head from hitting the ground. She landed on the ground, on her stomach, her head facing Linda’s feet. Kimiko’s hands shot out and grabbed Linda’s ankles, exerting the pincer-like pressure that was one of Kamiko’s trademark skills. Kamiko got to her knees and yanked hard on Linda’s legs.

Linda crashed to the carpet on her back. Kamiko stood up, clutching Linda’s right ankle. She twisted Linda’s ankle, and hit Kamiko’s left thigh and groin area with her bare foot. Linda cried out in agony.

"Giving up already, Linda?" Kamiko asked her.

"Fuck you!" Linda yelled.

"Only when I say so," Kamiko replied.

Kamiko grabbed hold of Linda’s left leg and whipped her over onto her stomach. Kamiko crossed Linda’s left ankle under the right, and sat down hard in reverse on Linda’s back. Linda screamed. Kamiko’s buns were now on top of Linda’s lower back, and she sat facing Linda’s feet, her right arm yanking down on Linda’s crossbowed ankles. Keeping the pressure on Linda’s legs, Kamiko leaned back and hooked her left arm around Linda’s neck.

Linda strained in the choke and leg hold for almost a minute. Her face started to change color and beads of perspiration ran down her tanned forehead. Her arms were free, but any point she reached on Kamiko’s body, she did not have enough leverage to pull her off.

Kamiko strained in the double hold on Linda, her arms throbbing from keeping the lock on her opponent. She felt horny and realized that more than anything, she wanted to dominate Linda in the bedroom the way that she had done with Yoko the past night. The thrill that passed through her was knowing that her smaller frame could conquer a taller woman. At that moment, she realized what she had to do at the end of the match.

Then, Linda found the one point on Kamiko that she could exploit. Her hands reached back and found Kamiko’s hair. She pulled the hair and Kamiko’s head back, then her fingernails found Kamiko’s forehead and clawed at her eyes.

Kamiko grunted and let go of Linda’s legs and neck almost immediately. Her hands pulled away at Linda’s arms.

Linda let her arms fall to the ground and knocked away at Kamiko’s grip. Then she wrapped her arms around Kamiko’s arms in a hold reversal, and entwined her fingers into Kamiko’s palms. Kamiko’s arms were now locked down by Linda. Linda got to her knees, then her feet, amazingly carrying Kamiko on her back using the double arm lock. It almost looked Kamiko was crucified on Linda’s back. It was a remarkable feet that Linda could push the weight of Kamiko, 130 pounds, off the floor and hold it there. The muscles in her calves and thighs rippled under the weight.

Linda turned so that Kamiko was facing the wall. She slammed backward, driving Kamiko face-first into the wall of the living room. Kamiko yelled as she was slammed, once, twice, three times into the wall. Linda smiled as she heard the cries of pain.

The fourth time Linda pressed towards the wall, Kamiko stuck out her feet straight out. Her feet walked up the wall a bit, and Kamiko managed to throw her legs up and over Linda’s head and shoulders. Their arms came unwrapped as Kamiko landed in front of Linda, and threw all of her strength into a blow to Linda’s gut with her right fist.

Linda groaned and double over slightly, but quickly recovered and slapped Kamiko’s ears with open palms, a couple of times, very hard. It made Kamiko’s head ring with pain. Linda grabbed Kamiko’s calves, and threw her on her back flat on the floor.

Hoping for a repeat of the other night’s pin, Linda pressed Kamiko’s legs towards her chest and attempted to sit down on them. But Kamiko realized what was coming. Adrenaline gave her the new strength to clamp her legs together tightly around Linda’s ribs. Linda groaned and released Kamiko’s legs.

Linda slapped Kamiko’s face hard with her open palm. "Give it up, Kamiko! I’d hate to disfigure you with my nails!"

Kamiko caught hold of Linda’s arms in her pincer grip. The sweat was dripping off both their faces and bodies now. Kamiko felt like she would rather die than give up. Keeping Linda’s arms immobilized, she tightened her leg vice around Linda’s chest harder, and threw her legs on the side to the floor, causing Linda to fall down. Kamiko raised to her side while keeping the holds on her opponent. Linda’s legs flailed to get on Kamiko’s chest, but the angle was wrong.

Kamiko got herself in a more upright position and pressed Linda’s arms flat on the carpet. She let the chest vice go and sat her buns on Linda’s tummy, then pulled Linda’s arms into a safe pin under her knees. Linda pulled her legs back to push Kamiko off her. But Kamiko caught the legs by the ankles. For a while Linda and Kamiko engaged in a tug of war, Linda pushing her legs at Kamiko, Kamiko forcing them upright and backward. Kamiko shifted her weight, the tiny muscles in the wide shoulders straining against Linda’s legs. Linda grimaced on the ground, looking like she was giving child birth.

After a minute of the tug of war, Kamiko had broken Linda’s strength and had forced her legs flat backwards, nearly on the carpet.

"Give up. You have no other option." Kamiko stated.

Linda yelled and strained futilely against Kamiko’s body. "I...I give!" She was panting very heavily and out of breath.

"Who is your mistress?" Kamiko said, pinching Linda’s ankles.

"Arrggh! You are!"

"Your conqueror and mistress, now and forever?" Kamiko felt the thrill in her loins. She shifted her pelvis around so that their two covered vaginas rubbed against each other. It felt so good to be in this position, Kamiko thought. To be in control.

"You are my mistress! I acknowledge it!"

"Prove it." Kamiko leaned her breast, still covered by the bikini top, towards Linda’s mouth.

Linda took her teeth and gently pulled away the bikini part covering the left breast. She licked the tit, then suckled it.

Ahhhhhhh, Kamiko sighed. Jeff saw her grinning. The look on his face indicated he was in shock.

Linda, defeated.

Kamiko moved her chest down. Linda continued licking Kamiko’s chest, kissing her throat, finally finding Kamiko’s lips. The two women kissed passionately while Kamiko maintained the pin.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Jeff exclaimed from his seat against the wall. A bulge appeared in his shorts.

Kamiko got off of Linda’s body and stood up. She re-covered her breast with the bikini top. "Get up, Linda. Take those handcuffs off of Jeff and get dressed."

Linda got up slowly and did as she was told. Kamiko put her own shorts and shirt back on, along with her tennis shoes. She saw Jeff massaging his wrists, still in shock over what had happened.

Linda walked over shyly to Kamiko and said, "Guess you want me to leave you now, huh?"

Kamiko slapped her on the face, lightly. "Don’t assume anything about me ever again. I’ll tell you what I want. I want you get in the car and wait for me." She grabbed hold of Linda’s neck and pulled her lips down for a kiss. "Go now."

Linda smiled at her and clutched Kamiko’s hand for a moment, then walked to her car and drove away.

"Kamiko!" Jeff said, coming and grabbing her by the shoulders. "I’m so glad you won. You don’t have to fight for me, you know. You already had won me without a battle. Is this why you’ve been acting so strange? Have you been fighting for me the past few nights? Is this some kind of new Japanese culture thing that I don’t know?" The bulge in his pants appeared bigger.

"This isn’t about you, Jeff," Kamiko stated, knocking off Jeff’s hands with her arms. "It’s about me."

"What do you mean?" Jeff asked. "All the times on the boat, Linda was making passes at me...the kisses--oh god, are you telling me..."

"I’m a lesbian. Or maybe BI-sexual. But right now I want to be with women."

"How could you?" Jeff asked angrily. "All this time, how could you lead me on without telling me?"

"I was confused, Jeff. I was running away from who I am. I thought I could escape it all by getting a house and getting married. That if I had the model family life I could make it all go away. But I can’t, Jeff. Yoko and Linda helped me realize that. It’s over between you and me."

Jeff pounded the wall in frustration with his fists. "Fuck!" He looked hurt and depressed to Yoko. "I don’t think you are a lesbian. What about all of the times we had sex together?"

"I faked it most of the time. To tell you the truth, my best orgasms have come when I was alone with a vibrator."

Shock came over Jeff’s face as he sat against the wall. "The house..."

"We’ll have to pull our funds out. We had 30 days to back of the deal. We’ll split the money evenly and I’ll pay you back for any losses we had. It was my fault."

"You fucking bitch..." Jeff said, both teary eyed and angry.

"That's life, Jeff. Things change. I'm sorry if I wasted your time. I hope we can still be friends."

Jeff moaned, covering his face. "I hate you."

"Goodbye," Kamiko said.

Kamiko walked through the door and left Jeff inside. She ran towards Linda’s car. The wind was blowing through her hair, her muscles felt alive, and she could not wait to make love to Linda in the hot tub. For the first time since La Matadora broke her spirit, she felt fully alive again: free, wild, and untamed.

Fall 1995

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