The Stronger Sex? Ch. 02

Author's note to readers: I love stories that build the mental aspects of fetish and the emotions and feelings experienced during fetish play. As such, there is quite a bit of that in this story. There is some great mixed wrestling and plenty of foot worship beginning with Chapter 10, and Chapters 2-9 thoroughly explore an interview with two fully enhanced female session wrestlers.

I am proud of my story, I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and I only tell you the outline of the story in case you want to skip some great dialogue and get right to the wrestling and foot play. Thank you.

- Bulldogfan

Another year was here, 2047 this year, and for Evan it was the year he would turn 27. Now officially not a college kid anymore, but he was ok with it. He wondered what was next, but was excited at the place in life he managed to carve out at a young age.

Evan was a journalist living in Chicago. Well, not really a journalist, but a writer playing journalist. He always wanted to be a journalist for a major news organization or newspaper and yes, there are still newspapers, and they are still called newspapers (for some reason) despite the fact they haven't printed the news in a paper in a long, long time. Instead, Evan wrote for an online site that covered news, politics, sports, nature, and anything else that their readers wanted to read about. And yes, his site covered the Event, the major social issue of the past 25 years.

Evan had some dedicated readers and found that he was very good at putting a spin on a story that made it personal to the reader. No, he was not a political spinster who took a shred of potential truth and turned it into a colossal political fiasco to hurt the competition. Instead, he could put a personal touch on a story to relate to his reader's everyday experiences. If was a gift, or so his manager at the site always told him, and the root of this gift was authenticity. Evan was not scared to put himself and his feelings "out there" to his readers, and the readers loved him for it. He was the most read author on the site.

For Evan, the story starts like so many stories have over the years: he got a phone call. Not an email, not a text, not a new HPM (holographic projected message, and yes, he did have a projector to work with his phone), it was a phone call. It was from a private number, meaning someone paid to keep the number private. So, he picked up to a man's voice who called himself Kai.

It was an obvious lie: Kai was one of the most popular names in the USA these days, and Evan could tell in his voice that it was made up. Either way, Kai had a story and wanted to meet. He wanted to meet in an old district of the city, where cash was still king and there were limited cameras monitoring your every move in public.

'A made up name of a man wanting to meet in Chicago's cash district? This sounds like a crank who is going to tell me Madam President is an alien pod....' he thought to himself. But, he accepted the man's meeting for later that day and left the office.

It was a small diner, and looked like it had not changed since the 1980's. He looked like an average guy, mid 50's, hair of mostly gray despite some brown strands still clinging to their youthful color. His hair was getting a bit thin on the top, he was dressed a bit like a slob, but sitting in the corner in a red shirt just like he said he would be. He stood and waved, and Evan noticed we was a big man who had gotten a little thicker around the midsection. Evan nodded to him, and walked over and sat down.

"Kai." He said, offering his hand so I could shake it.

"Evan." Evan replied, shaking his hand. "What can I do for you Kai?"

"I'm curious if you want a story?" he asked cryptically.

"Well, that depends on what it is." Evan responded back just as cryptically.

"It's a big secret everyone knows exists, I think you know what I mean." He trailed of cryptically. He quickly added. "I have to be anonymous, but I want to get this out there."

'God damn it....' Evan thought silently, 'I hate when they make me guess. Nope, I'm not playing this game.'

"Well Kai, I don't play guessing games as a general rule. So, you are going to have to be a bit more direct." He replied politely, curious if "Kai" was indeed a crank.

"Ok, but this is private, right?" he said, obviously worried about something.

"Yes, if you want it to be." Evan replied frankly, pausing for effect before continuing, "I will be ruined and my career over if I give away your identity against your wishes on a story I publish. This is as private as you like. I'm not a journalist with a paper, but I have my integrity and the same rules apply."

"Ok.... I'm trusting you." he said as he continued without giving Evan a chance to speak. "I run one of those clubs everyone knows exists, but no one wants to talk about. You know what I mean, one of those clubs where guys pay to make their twisted fantasies with women come true. And no, I'm not talking about prostitutes, this is perfectly legal."

Evan did not speak despite Kai pausing and giving him an opening to do so. He stared at him, waiting on the story and growing a bit frustrated. Kai continued:

"Well, I run an old warehouse that went under when Amazon Express took control of delivery of.... well, damn near everything. I did this about a decade ago and I had a barely viable gym for about eight years before it went under too. After that I had a big renovated and awesome gym making me no money. So, I had an idea I got from reading some of the perverse stuff I read online: I opened as a clandestine club for men and women to..... play..." he said as he trailed off with a grin on his face.

He paused again, either for effect or to let Evan speak and join the conversation, but Evan wasn't sure which one it was and didn't bite.

'At least you have my attention now,' Evan thought wordlessly, 'if this is what I think it is this could be huge!'

"They play in ways that are still taboo, so it's a pretty secret club that isn't easy to find. I don't advertise, it is word of mouth or online invite only. I don't want it out there where I am or what I do, but that is changing now."

Another pause. Evan's frustration increased.

"You aren't going to indulge me, are you." he said as he sighed and continued, "ok, if you aren't going to play my guessing game, I will be more blunt, it's a club when men fight women. The most popular thing is the wrestling, they love wrestling with the ladies. We have big mats in a few different private rooms, in the boxing rings, whatever. Why wouldn't they love it? Most of the time the girls wear swimsuits or short booty shorts and sports bras, sometimes a combo of bikini bottoms and a sports bra top. Either way, they aren't wearing business suits, if you see what I'm saying here."

Evan was very intrigued and was having a hard time containing himself, but he tried to play it cool and only said:

"Go on...."

"We also host boxing where men, the right men, get to try their best to beat the shit out of an enhanced woman. The young ones, 23 or 24 years old, tops. Those fuckers beat on these girls until they can't hold their arms up, then they hug, the guys usually get a kiss on the cheek, then the girl gets paid. I mean PAID!" he said for effect.

"The guys also know they probably can't hurt the girls either, so they can take out some frustration in a competitive setting knowing they get to roll or spar with a young hottie and there is no risk of hurting her or getting arrested. That's a big perk for these guys: no guilt or remorse about it. Let's face it, men have brutally attacked women since the dawn of time, lots of rapes go unreported, and men have beaten their women and wives forever. Those days are over, literally, over!"

He paused for effect, as if Evan didn't know the Event had occurred. He continued, "And those were just the assholes who were degenerate enough to beat up a woman, the good guys may have secretly fantasized about it but would never have done so. So, what about the good ones? Now they can be bad to with no shame, no disgrace, no guilt."

Kai went on for a bit longer as Evan listened intently. He had heard rumors of such places springing up in the last few years, specifically at the time when fully enhanced girls born afterC were turning 18 or getting out of college with student loan debt to pay. Evan was a writer on all subjects, very well read, and part of his job was keeping up with what people do in society. So, he knew that women had wrestled and fought men for years for money as well as taking care of other needs men have. For the most part, Evan knew there was a significant part of the population who got their kicks getting beaten up by women preC. Sadly, he also knew there were many that got their rocks off beating up women preC.

He also knew some cities had foot parties where young women and guys with foot fetishes would gather and the men would pay the women to massage and lick their feet. This, of course, was in addition to the oldest profession known, prostitution, which was now legal in a small, but growing, number of states.

It wasn't his kink, paying women to do things to him or for him, but he didn't judge. It was just part of his job to be aware that such things happened. This, though. This was new. This was big! Women beating up men preC was just kinky or eccentric. Men beating up women was illegal, rejected culturally, and defining for men in a very negative way.

It was still taboo with a society stuck in the old male dominant culture despite women leading in so many areas and being the stronger sex now. The thought of a man hitting a women would still get him arrested and proven guilty in the court of public opinion, despite the fact that 98% of men could punch a young woman and not severely hurt her. Old habits die hard, and chivalry still existed, and no man could be seen beating on a woman, regardless of him causing her physical harm or not.

Breaking a story and interviewing men who pay for this and the young women who provide it would be beyond a game breaker for Evan. It was career making! It could put him on the map nationally! The ad revenue from the internet clicks that kind of story would get would set him up financially for years!

Evan was insanely excited but quickly tempered his expectations. He just met this guy and he was obviously lying about his name, there was still a decent chance he was full of crap.

Kai finished telling the last of a few stories about his unnamed clients, and it was clearly Evans turn to talk:

"Ok, you have my attention, and you might have a story here...."

"Might!" Kai interrupted. "You're dam right there is a story here!"

Evan expected a negative response, but he learned long ago never to overpromise and under deliver. So, he continued to try to play it as cool as he could:

"Ok, take me there. Let me interview people, anonymously as they like, and let me have a first hand perspective from a lady or a gentleman."

Kai recoiled a bit, almost as if struck by the request, but the recoil was subtle. Evan continued:

"If this is going to be a story, I have to meet them. I mean no offense when I say this, but I can't go to my content manager with a second hand account from a man I met in the cash district who may or may not have given me a false name." He tried to be polite, yet firm, in his explanation of why he needed to go to this club, and as he spoke he held out his hand in a calming fashion as to wordlessly reassure Kai.

"I believe you, don't misunderstand, I do. If I didn't, I would be leaving now, time is money ya' know, but I can't go forward with a second hand account of a story like this."

Evan continued reassuring Kai and making his case, and as he did so he saw Kai's body language as he slowly knew he had to relent and take Evan there for any story. Evan laid out the best case he could, and when he was done, he leaned back in his seat and sipped the coffee the waitress had brought him a few minutes earlier.

Kai let out a deep breath, paused, then spoke.

"You are pretty perceptive, so let's go to the club. You will see. And you are right, it's not Kai, it's Vic. Victor Edwards. Saturday nights are best, Friday's are usually good too."

Evan kept a straight face while boiling over with excitement. He hoped he kept it together and kept a solid poker face for Vic, but he wasn't sure if he succeeded. They talked a bit more, Vic said "no cameras outside of a private room" about eight times, and they made plans for Evan to arrive Saturday at 8pm.

Evan could not wait! He had a few days before his meeting on Saturday, and he spent quite a bit of time reading up on anything he could find on the subject of these clubs. He found a ton of websites dedicated to women dominating men, just like there would have been preC, and it was hard to sift through all of them to find sites of men winning fights against enhanced women.

He found a blog on the subject, it seemed legit, and had several links blocked to non-members. He applied for membership, which was odd since most blogs want members and didn't screen people, and waited while he searched for more content. The next day his membership was approved, and a new world was open to him. He went down the rabbit hole.

He read testimonials from men on the blog who openly spoke about boxing, wrestling, and beating on young, fully, enhanced women. They talked most about how hot and fit the women were and what they wore during the session, but they also talked about the thrill of doing it. Evan was surprised how common it was for men to talk about losing competitive boxing and wrestling matches with young women. It seemed they loved the idea that they could go 100% against a woman with nearly no fear of hurting her.

All of this was tremendously useful information, and after a few days of reading and watching some interviews he felt he had a good handle on the subject. When he arrived on Saturday night, he realized that he was not prepared.