Toni Monroe was sitting at her kitchen table with a cup of coffee clutched in her hands. But the coffee was as cold as ice. She had completely forgotten about it while her mind pondered over the problems she was having with her sixteen year old daughter. Tiffany was always getting into trouble. Two weeks ago she was expelled from her second school for the same reason. Fighting. Tiffany was quick tempered and never stopped to think of the consequences before she acted. Toni managed to get her enrolled in a private girls school this time. Hoping Tiffany would learn a little self discipline. Because this was probably her last chance. If she was to get into trouble this time, no one else would accept her. Then the only option left would be home schooling. Which would put a lot of pressure on Toni because of her unusual profession. Toni Monroe was a session wrestler. She conducted her business during the day while Tiffany was at school. So Tiffany needed to straighten up her act or Toni was going to have a world of problems herself. And so far the answer to her dilemma had eluded her.

Toni really couldn't get to angry with Tiffany because her profession was mainly the root of her problem. Being raised by a woman who wrestled and beat up customers for a living was not exactly a peaceful environment. So Tiffany had been exposed to violence every day of her life. And that made Toni slightly feel guilty. But she loved her job and was very good at it. And the pay was exceptional. Which was another blessing in disguise. Because she feared she was going to need all the money she could scrape up. The girl Tiffany worked over at her last school was in pretty bad shape. And the boy she beat up at her first one had recently been released from the hospital. So Toni was afraid their parents were going to sue her for every penny she had. She really couldn't blame them if they did. Seeing your child beaten to a pulp was very disturbing. Things were looking rather bleak for the future of the Monroe females.

Toni was shaken back to reality by the phone ringing. She slowly slipped out of the chair and answered it. "Miss Monroe. This is Nathan Carter. I was wondering if you would be available for a session this evening. I know this is an unusual request because you normally only see your clients during the day. But I had to wrap up some business in the city and I'll only be in town for one night. I'll pay you extra if you'll agree to make an exception. Please Miss Monroe, I must see you." He pleaded. Toni was caught in a quandary. She could definitely use the money with the pending law suits hanging over her head. But she couldn't trust Tiffany to stay out of trouble if she left her alone for a few hours. The only other solution would be to take Tiffany with her. But Mr. Carter may not be very comfortable with the idea of having an audience.

"Mr. Carter. I will agree to see you tonight if you will allow me one stipulation. I don't have anyone to watch over my daughter. So I'm afraid I would have to bring her with me. Would that be agreeable with you?" She hesitantly asked. "I believe that would be alright Miss Monroe. It wouldn't bother me having someone in the room watching. You know your daughter better then I do. So if you think she could sit quietly in the room and not get scared, then by all means bring her along. Would five thirty be alright? I have an early flight in the morning." He asked. "Yes Mr. Carter. Five thirty would be fine." She got the name of his hotel and his room number before saying good bye and hanging up. Tiffany may be a little upset. Toni said to herself. But Nathan is a good tipper if I put him in an inescapable hold I haven't used on him before. And I have just the hold in mind. So Tiffany will just have to accept my decision and like it.

At four o'clock Tiffany walked through the door and laid her books on the counter. "MOM! T'M HOME! ARE YOU HERE?" She yelled as she opened the fridge to get something to drink. "Yes Tiffany I'm here. There's no need for you to shout." She answered as she strolled into the kitchen. "Sorry mom. What are we having for dinner?" She asked while chugging down a coke. "We're eating out this evening. Then I have to see a client. And I'm afraid you will have to come with me." She waited for Tiffany to blow up and begin ranting. But her daughter surprised her. "REALLY? AWESOME!" Tiffany replied. "You're not going to get upset and throw a temper tantrum?" Toni asked in shock. "Hell no. Oops. Sorry mom. I've watched you train since I was a little girl. Now I get to see how you use that training to make those guys submit in your wrestling holds or beat them up with your fists. So it's cool. Where are we going to eat?" She asked changing the subject. Toni was to stunned to answer.

Toni treated Tiffany to a supreme pizza for being so understanding about her situation. Then at five thirty sharp, they showed up for her appointment. When Nathan answered the door he was completely caught off guard when the two females entered his hotel room. "WOW!" He said as he stared at Tiffany. "When you said you would have to bring your daughter along because you had no one to watch over her, I assumed you meant a small adolescent child. Your daughter is a gorgeous young woman Toni." He said while his eyes roamed over her firm young body. "Why thank you Nathan. This is my sixteen year old daughter Tiffany. I apologise for not being clear about her age. I hope her being older then you expected will not be a problem." She asked concerned. "No no, not at all." He replied as an idea began to form in his mind.

"Miss Monroe. I have a proposition that hopefully will not offend you. I'll pay you double if you will allow your daughter wrestle in your place." He excitedly asked. "Heaven's no. I couldn't do that. She knows nothing at all about this business Mr. Carter." Toni answered. "Wait mom." Tiffany said joining in on the conversation. "I wouldn't mind doing it. In fact, I think it would be fun." "Excuse us Nathan." Toni said as she pulled Tiffany aside. "Are you out of your mind? You have no idea what's involved in sessions like these. Especially with a client like Mr. Carter. He pays for a full contact session. That means he wants wrestling and fist fighting. And he goes all out to win. He's never hit me in the face. But I've had several dark bruises on my body after a session with him. You have zero experience and he out weighs you by at least eighty pounds. It's utterly ridiculous to even think about letting you face him in combat." She emphatically told her daughter.

"I repeat mother. I've watched you train against some pretty big guys since I was a little girl. I've seen you wrap up your opponent in every wrestling hold you have in your arsenal. I even used some of them in the fights I've had. And you certainly can't say I don't know how to handle myself with my fists. As you know, I've been kicked out of two schools for that very reason. Look mom. I know you're only thinking about my safety. But I also know you're worried about our money situation if the parents of those kids I beat up sue us. I got us into this mess and I'm sorry. So please let me earn some money to help us out. I know he's solidly built and out weighs me. But I'm positive I can take him. So stop worrying. I'll be alright. Now stay here while I go talk to him." She said as she walked off before Toni could stop her.

"Mr. Carter. My mother will agree to your request and let me take her place. But it will cost you triple the normal price." She told him with a smile. "TRIPLE!" That's quite a bit of money young lady." He answered in shock. "Yes I suppose it is. But getting the chance to put your hands on this firm body of mine is worth the price. And you know it Mr. Carter. So cough up the money or we'll get out of your hair. Then you can call another session wrestler who won't come close to satisfying your needs. Choose quickly Mr. Carter. We don't have all night." She sternly warned him with her arms crossed over her ample breasts. Nathan stared at her in disbelief. But she was absolutely right. He requested the switch because the thought of groping her firm young body made his dick grow to it's full length and swell up like a steel rod. Money meant nothing when it came to satisfying his fantasies.

"You drive a hard bargain young lady. But I accept your demands and will pay triple the price. Although I should warn you. I'm nothing like your mothers usual clients. I don't submissively stand there while you work me over with your fists and put me in countless wrestling holds. I fully expect to win this battle. Do you think you're up to the challenge young lady? Or were you simply putting on an act to drive up the price?" He asked with a slightly cocky attitude. "Oh I'm more then up for the challenge Mr. Carter. I'm going to be your worst nightmare. And my name is Tiffany. I want you to remember that so you'll know what to call me while you're groveling at my feet and begging me to end your suffering. On second thought, make that Miss Tiffany. By the time I'm through working you over, I'll deserve the proper respect for proving I'm your superior." She said with a straight face.

Nathan could do nothing but laugh. "You certainly are confident in your abilities Tiffany. I'll grant you that. And you can call me Nathan if you like." He replied. "No Mr. Carter. I'm afraid that's incorrect." Tiffany told him with a sweet smile. "You will have many different names once I have you under my control. But Nathan will definitely not be one of them. You will be called wimp, sissy, weakling, pussy, pansy ass, and even cry baby. What ever I feel like calling you at the time. And you will accept these names because you will be terrified of challenging my authority. Now let's stop this foolish chatter and get down to business. You have a lesson to learn and you're wasting my valuable time. So prepare to be put in your place where you belong." She said as she removed her shoes and took a fighting stance. Nathan smiled while he shook his head and stepped up to meet the confident young female.

Nathan decided to show her right from the start that he meant business. He quickly leaped on Tiffany and wrapped his arm around the back of her neck. Then he roughly pulled her head down to his side in a tight head lock. "Let's see you get out of this hold little lady." He said as he laughed and tightened his grip. Tiffany calmly grabbed two fingers on his left hand with her right and roughly bent them out. Nathan screamed in pain. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" At the same time, she slammed her left hand into the middle of his back while jerking her head back as hard as she could. She easily slipped out of his hold and grabbed his right wrist. Before Nathan knew what was happening, she wrenched his right arm up his back in a painful hammer lock. Then she wrapped her left arm around his neck and bent his upper body back.

Nathan frantically clawed at her left arm to ease the pressure. But he couldn't get any leverage with his off balanced body bent over backwards. And his right arm was hurting like hell in her painful hammer lock. Tiffany leaned down and whispered in his ear. "I got out of yours. Now let's see if you can get out of mine. Did you really think a simple head lock was going to keep me restrained. You're not giving me much credit Mr. Carter. But I'm sure you will quickly change your mind. Especially after feeling the pain I'm going to put you through. Like this hammer lock for example." She wrenched his arm up hard and smiled at his painful scream. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "Sounds like I've made my point." She said as she stepped aside and threw him down on his back. "SLAM!" Tiffany stood there with a beautiful smile on her face while he slowly climbed to his feet.

"You're right. I underestimated you." He said while rubbing his sore arm. "I guarantee it won't happen again." "And I guarantee you will be screaming like a frightened little boy by the time I'm finished with you." Tiffany confidently answered back. Now that he realised he was in a much tougher battle then he originally expected, Nathan set his mind to the task. He stepped forward with his fist doubled up and took a swing at Tiffany's mid section. But she saw it coming and sucked in her stomach while quickly leaping back. His punch brushed the top of her plaid skirt but didn't do any damage to her well developed body. Tiffany stepped forward before he could throw another punch and threw one of her own. "SMACK!" Her solid right landed right on the point of his chin and knocked him back.

Since she had him off balance and on the defensive, Tiffany continued to press her advantage. "SMACK!" A hard left hook caught him over the right eye and made him wince. She followed that up with a burrowing right to his bread basket that made him gasp. "THUD!" Then a devastating left cross to his temple dumped him in the floor at her feet. "SMACK!" Tiffany proudly stood over him with her hands on her shapely hips. Nathan laid in the floor for a few seconds to collect himself. "On your feet weakling. I'll let you know when you can lie there and grovel." She ordered. Toni was getting very aroused watching her daughter in action. Her punches were very precise and extremely powerful. Before she realised she was doing it, she unconsciously started rubbing her hand between her legs while her breathing became shallow and irregular.

Nathan climbed to his feet and faced the teenage beauty who was rapidly gaining his respect. She may not have any experience in her mothers profession, but she doesn't need any. He said to himself. She's a natural in my estimation. Nathan reached out to grab her with the thought of taking the smaller female to the floor. His weight advantage and larger male muscles would definitely give him the upper hand in a ground war. But Tiffany didn't cooperate. Her mind set was fist fighting since he was the one to throw the first punch. So she continued her assault on his solid body and handsome face. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Now his right eye was in a great deal of pain and his nose was sore and bleeding. He was also off balance again and in deep trouble. Tiffany relentlessly attacked with a smile on her face and destructive power in her female fists.

"THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" Tiffany tortured his solid abs until she felt them give just a little. Then she switched to his scrunched up face and drove him around the room. Nathan was staggering like an inebriated drunk. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..CRACK!" The mind numbing uppercut dropped him to his knees in front of her. Nathan grabbed her thigh with his left hand and reached for her arm with his right to drag her down. Tiffany blocked his right arm and shot a murderous right to his chin. "SMACK!" Nathan's head snapped back and you could clearly hear his painful groan. Tiffany released his right arm and clubbed him on the jaw with a bone crushing left. "SMACK!" He slumped to the floor like a wet dish rag. Toni's hand increased in speed when she saw him fall in the floor. Her daughters magnificent fighting skills were really turning her on.

Tiffany snapping his head back with a crushing right.

While Nathan was down and incapacitated, Tiffany decided to remove her thigh length socks. She sat down on the sofa and raised her right leg. Nathan was propped up on his elbow shaking his head to clear his vision. His eyes were automatically drawn to the beautiful teenager sitting on the sofa. Tiffany slowly rolled the sock over her thigh and down her calf like a strip tease artist. Nathan's eyes were glued to her erotic movements like he was in a trance. She smiled at him while she pulled the sock off of her dangling foot and tossed it aside. Then she repeated the sexy performance with her left leg while he lie there drooling. When the socks were removed she kept him mesmerized by straightening her legs out and running her hands over her smooth, flawless skin. Nathan could feel his heart beating through his pulsating steel hard dick while he watched her perform.

Tiffany rose to her feet and slightly spread her legs apart. She placed her hands on her hips and looked down at the man lying at her feet. "The show is over wimp. Put your eyes back in your head and get your ass up. You still have a painful lesson to learn." She sternly commanded. Nathan came out of his erotically induced trance and suddenly remembered he was paying for a session. He climbed to his feet and tried to drive the sensual picture of her erotic display out of his mind. But a sexy performance like that was hard to forget. He was jarred back to reality when Tiffany wrapped her arm around the back of his neck and flipped him over her shoulder. "SLAM!" He hit the floor and bounced. The painful landing helped him regain his senses. "You're getting easier to handle little man. You'll be crawling at my feet and begging in no time. Now get up." Toni moaned on the side lines while her delicious climax soaked her slacks.

Nathan bolted out of a crouch and surprised the beautiful female warrior. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" He landed three stinging blows to her stomach before she was able to elude his next one and back away. "How's that little lady? I'm not as easy to handle as you think." He told her with a cocky grin. "I hope you enjoyed those weak punches because they're the last ones you're going to land. Now you're going to find out why I'm your worst nightmare. I'm going to reduce you to a sniveling coward with tear filled eyes and trembling lips. Your body will be wracked with pain and your face will be swollen and a rainbow of colors. You'll try everything you can to stop me from taking you apart. But you'll quickly realise your pathetic efforts were completely useless against me. That's when your spirit will break, your will will snap and your courage will drain from your battered body. Then you'll belong to me." Tiffany confidently replied.

Nathan started to laugh at her declaration of total destruction on his face and body. But the cold look in her beautiful blue eyes sent a shiver racing down his back. He decided it would be best to keep his mouth shut for a change. Tiffany didn't waste any time making her prophecy a painful reality. She stepped up and fired a bevy of punches with a determined look on her lovely face. Nathan found it virtually impossible to avoid them all. And the ones that landed hurt like hell. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" He was back on his heels and forced to retreat. Tiffany smiled and went after him while she continued to pour it on. "SMACK!..SMACK!..CRACK!..THUD!..WHAP!" The finally was a brutal kick to his jaw that scrambled his brain and put him down.

Nathan felt as if he had been kicked by a powerful stallion. His body crumbled up and collapsed like all of his bones had suddenly been disconnected. He hit the floor like a lifeless rag doll and lie there with a blank stare while he watched the room spin at a hundred miles an hour. Tiffany smiled and took her time. She knew the second he hit the floor he was no longer a threat. He was putty in her hands to shape and form into what ever she pleased. She grabbed him by the shoulders and hauled him up to his knees. Nathan was to far gone to offer any resistance. Tiffany shoved his head between her smooth thighs and took hold of his wrists. She raised his useless arms in the air and violently twisted them around while she clamped down on his head with her car crushing legs.

"AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The terrible pain rapidly brought him out of his delirious state. "OH GOD! LET ME GO! PLEASE LET ME GO!" He pleaded. "SILENCE!" Tiffany scolded. "I'm in charge now. Keep your mouth shut until I give you permission to speak. Understand sissy?" She asked the trembling man. "Yes." He whimpered. "Yes what?" She asked with a smile. "Yes Tiffany." He answered. She tightened her python legs and twisted his muscular arms until they were near the breaking point. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "That's not my name pansy ass. Now answer correctly before I snap your puny arms and crush your skull." "YES MISS TIFFANY!" He screamed. "That's much better. See that you remember from now on or I'll give you more pain then you ever dreamed existed. Is that clear?" She sternly asked. "Yes Miss Tiffany." He whined while his tears began to flow. "Good boy."

His tortured body flopped between her gorgeous legs when she released him. Tiffany kicked him over on his back and used his hair to jerk his upper body up from the floor. Nathan passively accepted her rough treatment without uttering a word. She sat down next to him and wrapped her strong legs around his mid section. Tiffany nearly laughed in his face when she saw it turn snow white. She spread her slender fingers over his ashen colored face and pushed his upper body back in the floor. Then she tightened her vice grip legs around his waist and listened to his ear piercing scream of pain. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" He started to beg until he remembered she ordered him to keep his mouth shut. So he flexed his abs as tight as he could get them and pawed at her leg in an attempt to free himself. Tiffany grabbed him around the throat and increased the pressure on his stomach. Nathan nearly passed out. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Tiffany torturing him with a body scissors choke hold combination.

Another glorious climax darkened her slacks while Toni listened to Nathan's terrifying screams. She was getting much more enjoyment out of being a voyeur then she ever did in a session. Receiving orgasms was common for her while she bent and twisted her clients into knots. But the ones she was getting while watching Tiffany man handle Nathan were mind blowing. She hadn't experienced an orgasm like that in years. She already had two and could feel the third one building up in her loins. And it was going to be absolutely stupendous. Nathan's feeble attempts to escape Tiffany's scissor hold was completely ineffective. And his solid abs were quickly losing ground to her powerful female legs. Tears were pouring out of his eyes by the bucket full. And fear was spreading throughout his tortured body like an unstoppable prairie fire.

Tiffany rolled the sobbing man off of her legs and climbed to her feet. "Your tears are flowing and your lips are trembling just as I predicted. I can clearly see the fear on your frightened face so I know you're terrified. And judging by the sounds of your painful screams, I would venture to say your body is wracked with pain like I said it would be. The only thing left for me to do is put the finishing touches on your swollen face and drastically change it's color. Then you'll be a whimpering pile of human flesh who is crawling at my feet and begging for mercy. Now get your crying ass up so I can prove without a doubt that I'm superior to you." She told him with a confident smile. Nathan was shaking like a leaf when he reached his feet. Each movement he made sent pain shooting through him because of her crushing body scissors. So he really wasn't in any shape to put up a fight. But he knew Tiffany wasn't allowing him to make a choice.

She attacked without warning. Her feminine arms were firing like a jack hammer while she relentlessly drove her fists into his face and body. Nathan never stood a chance. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..CRACK!" The poor man stumbled and staggered where ever she wanted him to go. "THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..WHAP!..WHAP!" When she began to use her powerful legs he knew he was in deep trouble. Her fists moved like greased lightening and struck like thunder bolts. He was completely defenseless trying to protect himself against them. But her sleek legs carried the power of a wrecking ball. He couldn't defend against them if he had ten arms. They could do some serious damage and easily render him helpless. And quickly put him out of commission. Things were looking very bleak.

"WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAP!" The punishing kick to his jaw spun him completely around. Nathan was barely conscious when he hit the floor on his swollen face and battered stomach. Toni got Tiffany's attention and waved her over. She whispered in her ear and told her about the special wrestling hold she intended to use on Nathan. "Got ya mom. It's the perfect way to end his destruction. Thanks." She said as she smiled and returned to her beaten victim. Nathan was as docile as a little lamb while Tiffany maneuvered him into the hold. She sat on his back and pulled both of his muscular arms over her thighs. Then she crossed her right leg over his neck and hooked her foot on the left side of his head. Her left leg was crossed over her right until her left foot was hooked on the right side of his head. Nathan was securely pinned down in an inescapable lotus lock.

Tiffany pinning the beaten Nathan down with a lotus lock.

Tiffany nudged both sides of his face with her toes until he was awake and coherent enough to hear her speaking. "Have you had enough pussy? Or should I continue to wipe up the floor with your pathetic body?" She asked with a cute smile. "Yes Miss Tiffany. I've had enough. You win. I give up Miss Tiffany. Please don't hurt me anymore." He pleaded with heavy sobs. "Do you freely admit that I am your superior?" She sternly asked. "Yes Miss Tiffany. You are clearly my superior. I surrender." He pitifully whimpered with trembling lips. "Good boy. I believe you have learned your lesson. Turn your worthless head to the side and worship my superior toes." She commanded. He instantly turned and placed his swollen lips on her toes. He covered them with kisses while she rubbed her toes against his mouth and nose. "I have two feet wimp. Pay tribute to my other foot before you make me angry." His muscular body shook with fear as he quickly obeyed her and turned his head. Tiffany humiliated him again by wiggling her toes in his face while he repeatedly kissed them. "Good boy. You may stop." She ordered.

Tiffany pulled him over on his back when she released her subdued captive and stood up. She proudly straddled his battered body with her feet and crossed her arms over her ample breasts. "You belong to me weakling. Get on your hands and knees and bow your head to the floor at my feet." Nathan didn't hesitate. He moved his tortured body as fast as possible and dropped his head to the carpet between her feet. "Good boy. Your instant obedience proves you know your place. You may rise. This session is over." Tiffany helped him up and held him steady until he could stand on his own without wobbling. He slowly walked to the end table by the bed and picked up his wallet. Then he painfully shuffled back to where Toni was standing.

"I believe I owe you some money." He said with a weak smile. "Do you have it tallied up? He asked. "Yes Mr. Carter. Two hundred and fifty dollars an hour for two hours is five hundred dollars. Triple the price brings the total to fifteen hundred." She quoted. "That sounds about right." He replied as he began to count one hundred dollar bills while he placed them in her hand. When he reached fifteen hundred he looked at Tiffany and smiled. "I believe your beautiful daughter earned another hours pay for doing such a superb job in defeating me. She surpassed all of my expectations. I've never been beaten so soundly nor so easily. Even by you Toni. She's an excellent wrestler and an expert at using her fists. And she deserves another hours pay for that last painful hold she put me in. I've never been wrapped up in a hold quite like that. What is it called?" He asked while handing Toni another five hundred.

"It's called a lotus lock Nathan. I knew you would enjoy being pinned down in that hold. That's why I suggested it to her." Toni answered with a knowing smile. "Well you were absolutely right. It's a very unusual hold. And I'm grateful you mentioned it to her." He turned to Tiffany and took her hand. "You were magnificent young lady. I will certainly remember this session for the rest of my life. I hope we can do it again sometime." Tiffany placed her finger under his chin and looked him in the eyes. "Thank you wimp. I rather enjoyed it myself." Then she broke up laughing at the expression on his face. "I'm sorry Mr. Carter. I simply couldn't resist. Thank you very much for the extra money. I'm happy I pleased you with my performance." She said with a sweet smile. "You're quite welcome young lady. I only wish I had the money for another hour. Now if you ladies will excuse me. I need a long hot shower to help ease my pain."

Toni turned to pack up their things so they could be on their way. But Tiffany had other ideas. "I tell you what Mr. Carter. For being such a nice man by generously tipping us an extra five hundred dollars. I'm going to give you a freebie." She quickly wrapped her arm around his neck and put him in a sleeper hold. Nathan was frantically pawing at her arm in an attempt to break free. Tiffany smiled at his weak struggles and tightened her arms. In less then a minute, his muscular arms dropped to his sides and he sagged in her grip. Tiffany dragged his unconscious body over to the bed and gently laid him down. "Nightie night Mr. Carter. Give us a call the next time you're in town." She told the sleeping man. Tiffany and her mother left him lying on the bed and walked out the door.

Two days later, Toni returned from a session and checked her answering machine. There was three new messages waiting for her. She pressed the button and was surprised at what she heard. "Miss Monroe. I got your name and number from Nathan Carter. He and I belong to a group who have similar interests in our fantasies. After hearing him describe his last session, I couldn't wait to call. I must see your amazing daughter at her earliest convenience. Price is no option. Here is my name and number. Please give me a call Miss Monroe. I beg you." He left the information and hung up. Toni listened to the remaining two messages and was shocked even more. They were from the same group and both men were begging to make an appointment with Tiffany. And they all said the same thing. Price is no option. I will meet her any time and any where she chooses. Please have mercy and give me a call.

There was five more messages begging to see Tiffany by the time she got home from school. And by the end of the week, Toni's answering machine was loaded with male callers seeking an appointment with her lovely daughter. When the total number of callers reached thirty, Toni gave in to Tiffany's pressure and agreed to let her become a session wrestler. She decided to manage her daughter and get out of the business. She was approaching thirty five and wouldn't have lasted much longer anyway. So she got out her appointment book and called the pleading males to set up a session with Tiffany. When she finished talking to the last client she hung up the phone and sighed. Her beautiful daughter had become an instant celebrity after doing only one session. A star is born. She said to herself. But she didn't have time to dwell on her thoughts. The phone was ringing off of the hook. She smiled and quickly answered it.