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Mixed Emotions Part 2

The next day, I picked up Nina and took her to meet Kathy. When Kathy answered the door, I could see the look of surprise on her face when she saw me with a tall, gorgeous woman in her mid-20s.

Kathy tried to be cordial as she served lemonade and we sat down together in the livingroom. I could see that she wanted to say something about the obvious age difference but she held back.

Because Kathy didn’t breach the subject, I decided to fuel the flames by bringing it up myself.

“Nina is nine years older then me, but we have so much in common – we like the same music, type movies and everything,” I said. “Age is just a state of mind anyway, isn’t that right Kathy?”

“Well, I wasn’t going to say anything Douglas (not my real name),” Kathy said as she turned to Nina. “But aren’t you just a little too old to be dating this young man – I mean he’s going to be a senior in high school this fall?

“You may do things different in Russia or whatever country you came from, but we have laws in the United States to protect minors!”

Bingo, I thought, here is Nina’s opening!

“Who are you calling old, you grizzled hag?” Nina responded sharply. “F*ck you. I’ll date whoever I want. Who the f*ck do you think you are? I am from Romania where women are strong, not weak and lazy like you fat-ass Americans.”

Both women jumped to their feet. Kathy wore a tight-fitting shirt over a sturdy bra, white jeans and was barefoot. Nina was in a blouse, bellbottom slacks and sandals.

“You are a very rude woman,” Kathy said. “I’m afraid I will have to ask both of you to leave. Douglas you would do a lot better to be dating a girl your own age, not this wh*re. She will only break your heart!”

Nina, not missing a beat, responded: “Right now, his heart should not be your concern because it is your fat ass I am about to break, you sl*t!”

“Leave my house now, b*tch!” Kathy yelled, pointing to the front door.

“You are going to have to make me leave,” Nina said smugly. A long moment of silence followed.

At that point, it was getting just too intense for me. Losing my nerve, I blurted out: “Maybe we better go, Nina.”
Nina looked at me sternly and told me to shut up and stay out of this because this was between the two women.

The feigned hatred in her eyes shocked me. But it did not shock me as much as her next words.

Nina turned back to Kathy and in a commanding voice shouted: “Take off all of your clothes!”
“What?” a thoroughly shocked Kathy responded. “I will not!”

“Either take off your clothes now or I will take them off of you and make you run naked in the streets of your neighborhood,” Nina threatened.

Kathy’s face turned ghostly white over the thought of being publically exposed and, for the first time, she realized that maybe she had bitten off more than she could chew arguing with this exotic stranger.

The look on Kathy’s face left no doubt in Nina’s mind, and in mine, that Kathy knew that Nina could indeed beat her up, strip her and humiliate her. For all intent and purposes, the fight was over before it had begun.

Again, I tried to speak up, but Nina silenced me and shouted at me: “Take off your clothes too, Douglas! Strip now!”

Without hesitation, I followed Nina’s lead and removed my shoes, socks, pants, shirt and underwear and sat down naked on Kathy’s couch.

Kathy’s head was spinning and she looked as though she was about to faint. This was all just too much to be happening so fast.

Looking back, it was brilliant strategy on Nina’s part. If a strapping, big, young man like me was so quick to fear and obey strong-willed Nina and strip myself naked, Kathy had to be thinking that she had better do the same or face Nina’s terrible wrath.

Her mouth open wide with shock, Kathy stood frozen, not knowing what to do next. Certainly she did not want to strip herself. But she also did not want to be seen being dragged naked down the street by Nina.

“If you take off your clothes now, I will only beat you inside your home – the neighbors will not see your shame,” Nina told Kathy. “But if I have to take the time to strip you myself I will beat you severly and drag your naked ass through the streets. It’s your choice!”

Tears welled up in Kathy’s eyes. She looked at me sitting nude on her couch and realized that I was in no position to help her. Her husband would not be home for at least six hours.

If Kathy tried to make a run for it she knew she would not make it to the bathroom or her bedroom and lock the doors before Nina caught her.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Kathy said as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“It’s because you American women are fat and weak and I’m going to prove it by beating you to a pulp! Now get naked or I’ll rip your clothes and your flabby tits off!”

Resigned to the fact that she was psychologically beaten, Kathy undid her blouse and slowly took it off. Then she unclasped her pants letting them fall at her bare feet. Kathy then reached behind her back and undid her bra clasp and her boobs poured out in all their naked glory.

Although her breasts looked great in a bra they were somewhat disappointing nude, sagging a little from having breast-fed two children.

But except for that bit of sagging and her cottage cheese thighs, Kathy was still a pretty good looking woman – not bad for the first woman I had ever seen naked outside of magazines or super 8 films. (Remember, these were the days before Beta or VHS tapes.)

Kathy hesitated for a few seconds then slowly pulled her panties to her ankles and stepped out of them.

Kathy had what can only be described as a gorilla bush – thick, dense and black. Then again, this was the 1970s and few women in those days shaved their pubes into the shape of narrow runway strips.

Kathy quickly grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it across her boobs. She seemed more upset about her swaying melons being exposed than her big hairy crotch.

“A litle shy are you, my dear?” Nina mocked Kathy. “Well, aside from that pillow you are still not naked. Take off those rings. I don’t want you to use them as weapons!”

Kathy clutched the left finger upon whch she wore her wedding and engagement rings and held them tightly to the pillow that was partially hiding her nakedness.

“I have not once removed these rings in 15 years of marriage!” She said cryng like a baby. “Please don’t make me take them off. Please!”

Nina, with hands folded over her chest, told Kathy to either take off the rings or she would take them off for her, sell them at a pawn shop and leave Kathy to try to explain to her husband how she lost them.

Kathy licked the back of her ring finger and with much effort worked the two snugly fitting gold and diamond rings off. She carefully placed them in an ashtray beside the couch just as Nina sn*tched away the pillow from Kathy’s chest leaving her fully exposed.

Nina ordered a now totally naked Kathy to place her hands at her side and not to move. Kathy, gently sobbing, did so.

Nina then kicked off her sandals and removed her own shirt and pants to reveal a striking black bikini.

“I’m ready to wrestle now,” Nina said.

End of Part 2

Nina in a black bikini grinds her ass into Kathy’s face early in the fight.