The lone incredibly lucky man had arrived early to get his props ready for another long day of shooting the movie, 'The Legend Of Frenchie King.' Unlike the others, he'd failed to get the message that days shoot had been canceled due to unforeseen circumstances. Brigette had told Claudia to arrive early; making sure her gorgeous Italian rival didn't get the real message because Brigette wanted some 'girl time' during which she'd take her rival down a couple of notches for her 'uppity' attitude. They'd rehearsed the fight scene a couple of times, so Claudia didn't think anything of it when Brigette wanted to get another practice session in. Both beauties wore low-cut modest 'pioneer woman' style dresses that were quite sexy in their own right, displaying cleavage, but leaving much of the rest to the viewers imagination.

"Ouch! What the hell was that for, you stupid bitch?" Claudia hissed as she picked herself up. "If you do that again, I'll throw you in that horse tank," Claudia warned.

"I'm soooo sorry, Claudia, really," Brigette pleaded, suppressing a grin. "I guess I miscalculated, please forgive me." Brigette used her best acting aura as she helped Claudia brush the dust off the front of her dress, acting casual and nonchalant as her hands roamed firmly over her rivals full, firm breasts and feeling the shiver of excitement her palms caused in Claudia's erect nipples.

"Let's try it once more, remember this is gonna be a really great movie so we want to get it right," Brigette chirped as she cocked her fist back.

WHAM! WHAP! Claudia again went sprawling in the dust as Brigette fired two punches; one to Claudia's full left breast, the other to her jaw. Brigette burst out laughing as her beautiful rival hit the ground with a loud, "Uhhhhhhh!"

"Definitely not in the script, but who the hell cares," the prop man muttered.

Still laughing hard as Claudia struggled to her feet, Brigette's mirth suddenly turned to excruciating pain as the Italian fired an uppercut into her pubic mound, grabbed the lower part of Brigette's full dress and pulled; dragging her devious costar down hard to the dirt beside her.

"Now its my turn to change the script," Claudia hissed as her angry fingers found Brigette's hair.

Brigette returned the favor; the two gorgeous angry actresses seemed to melt into one as they rolled around pulling each others hair, scratching, ripped at their dresses, kicked and squirmed, cussing like two angry sexy hellcats. Mister prop man wished he was the cameraman and could get this on tape. The fortune he could make filming the "real deal" would make his dreams come true. Though as he stared at the exciting erotic catfight taking place before his very wide lucky eyes, he realized at least one of his dreams would become real.

RIPPPPPP! "NO...ooooooooooh...aieeeeeee! Not my dress bitch.....you tore my dress!" Brigette screamed as Claudia hooked her thumbs in the front of her rivals low-cut dress and ripped it down.

Brigitte answered her costars action with a punch to the chin and a hard shove that sent Claudia tumbling off her with her dress and full petticoat flying. Brigette jumped to her feet, waited and watched until Claudia stopped rolling and slowly started to get up, then…WHAM a hard kick to the ribs brought a scream from Claudia's sensuous lips as she was sent sprawling back down to the dusty ground.

"Why you stupid tramp, I'm gonna kill you!" Claudia snarled, holding her side as she caught her breath.

"Can't wait to see you try…" WHOMP! "Argggggh! Uhhh.." Brigette's sarcastic invitation ended in an impotent kick attempt, but Claudia caught her foot and twisted the ankle as she lifted, sending the busty Frenchwomen back on her butt.

Claudia was up in an instant, charging toward her downed rival snarling, "Get up Miss Bodacious Taa-taa’s Bardot!" She sank her fingers in Brigette's silky hair, jerked her to her feet and gave her a painful forearm smash to the chest.

"Ughhhhhhh! OOF!!" the busty French beauty groaned as first her head was jerked to one side, then the other and then her boobs were pancaked against her breastbone!

"Smile pretty, lets see that pretty face," Claudia snarled as she tilted Brigette's lovely head back before firing the uppercut that snapped the actresses' head backward. Arms flailing, her angry scream rending the air; the French actress landed with a THUD on her pretty derriere, her long legs spread.

"Damn those petticoats!" the prop man groused, wishing mightily for a more revealing view as Brigette landed hard on the dusty ground. "Get her! Get her good Claudia," he shouted, encouraging the smug Italian who stood waving her fists, demanding Brigette, get up and fight.

"Just give me a #$%$#@# minute," Brigette gasped; her ample breasts heaving as she tried to catch a breath; the full breasts bulging up out the front of her torn dress as she slowly rose.

Claudia rushed in and WHUMP! "Opppfff!" Claudia was left sucking air as Brigette, waited for the perfect opening to strike, then spun and whipped a solid punch into her approaching attackers stomach. Claudia gasped, doubled over red-faced for lack of oxygen.

"Not a smart move, Claudia honey," Brigette rasped as she grabbed her rivals head, put her in a painful headlock and raised her knee up hard and fast.

"Uhhhhhhh!" Claudia moaned as the top of Brigette's knee smashed up hard into her full right breast.

"Down girl!" Brigette snarled as she shoved Claudia down on her hands and knees. In a split second she pounced, grabbed her fallen rival, leaned forward, reached down, grabbed the front of her dress, ripped the dress open, slipped her hand into the tear, scooped up and cupped the full left breast then squeezed the firm mound viciously.

"Argggggggh!" Claudia groaned, her beautiful eyes filling with tears.

"Goooollllllyyy" the prop man gasped. He winced as his eyeballs got big as saucers. His eyes zeroed in on the most erotic sight of angry fingers pinching a hard dark nub, and the agonizing grimace on Claudia's beautiful face.

"Let go, pleaseeeee; let go of my boob...uhhhhhhhh!" Claudia pleaded as she blinked back her tears as she looked back over her shoulder into Brigette's smug mischievous eyes as she rode her back, leaning forward half giggling, half snarling and mauling the luscious Italian’s captive breasts. "Grrrrawhhhh!" with a loud angry growl and a burst of frustration, pained energy Claudia arched her back, dug her feet into the ground, used her strong legs as giant springs; Brigette screamed as she felt herself go airborne.

"Yieeeeah!" WHUMP! "Aieuhhhhhh!" Brigette's yelp at her surprise, painful landing and the unladylike grunt, signaled the battle was about to change to both the prop man and herself. Claudia already knew who was going to win the next few moments of battle as she raised her foot and slammed it down hard, heel first into Brigette's stomach. The delightful French woman's long legs had barely completed their involuntary jackknife move when Claudia's fingers introduced themselves to her tender throat.

"Get up Brigette!" (Gasp…cough) "I beg your pardon, bitch?" (Gasp…gack!) "What’re you trying to say?" (gasp..cough). "Please speak up dear!" (gasp…cough) After all, you are French so you certainly know how to speak your mind, right?" One more gasp and cough escaped the frantic Brigette's luscious full lips just before she found herself sailing towards a place that she definitely did not want to go.

"No, oh no…" she rasped, her throat most irritated.

"I told ya, I was gonna do it; and now I am; take this, you busty big mouth," Claudia snarled as she released her choke, grabbed a handful of hair and fired a punch to Brigette's jaw that snapped her head to the side. Three blisteringly hard slaps to her lovely face; backhand, forehand and backhand, sent Brigette reeling, sending her closer and closer to the place she dreaded the most. "Go ahead, enjoy it sweetie," Claudia snipped as she lunged at Brigette, raised her open hands and smashed them into her full breasts pushing her back and down.

SPLASH! "Yieawhhhhh!" The combination of agonized, angry protest and breathtaking gasp as the dirty ice water engulfed her luscious body signaled that the lovely Miss Brigette Bardot was suddenly one angry miserable lady.

"Gotcha! That'll teach you not to the follow the script, you bitch!" Claudia shouted, trying, and failing, to control her laughter.

Laugh and a glare from the prop man who was laughing heartily at the sight of Brigette going under. Staring, he kept his laugher in check - staring at Claudia's beautiful luscious exposed left breast as he moved closer to the action and the soaking wet Brigette Bardot who his eyes found most mightily pleasing as well with her erect nipples poking out in her wet, clingy dress.

"You stupid, wicked, evil, nasty, underhanded, two-bit, mealy mouthed whore,” Brigette screamed. “I'm gonna kill y…Aieeeeee!"

Her angry verbal tirade and threats were cut off mid-word when Claudia danced in fast and fired another punch to the drenched, slowly rising damsel. The punch dropped her back again into the watering trough, this time harder and with her mouth wide open, Brigette inadvertently swallowed a whole mouthful of filthy water. Coughing, gasping, sputtering, she rose to her feet and swung wildly at Claudia who caught her arm and held it as she fired another punch followed by two wicked slaps! Claudia grabbed the front of Brigette’s wet dress and RIPPPPP yanked down hard. The drenched material came away all the way down to her waist. Quickly, the front of her soaking wet petticoat met the same fate and her two beautiful breasts were free, sending the prop man's moon face into a cherubic leer.

"Awcccck! Aieeeeee! Oh, you bitch!" Brigette swung again, this time, totally without setting herself, surrendering to her anger. Again, Claudia easily blocked the punch and sent a short light jab to her chin, then grabbed a double handful of wet hair and dragged her now topless rival out of the tank and with a hard tug that sent her tumbling into the dirt. WHUMP! “UNNNNH!” Brigette grunted angrily as she landed hard, her breasts pancaking against the hard ground. As she clambered to her feet, Claudia was laughing at her; her wet skin had melted the dust and her entire front was covered with a thin veneer of red mud.

"Why Miss Bardot, you are getting prettier, minute by minute," Claudia chirped as she raised her fists and moved in to land another flurry of punches to her disheveled and disheartened opponent.

THUD! "Arggggggh!" WHAM! "Uhhhh." WHACK!! "Uhhhhhh..."

"NO! You bitch!" Claudia groaned as she was suddenly blinded by the handful of dust and dirt flung into her face. Before she could recover, punches pounded into her stomach and ribs. Brigette was suddenly fighting smart.

"Now, its my turn," Brigette snarled as she landed another punch to Claudia's jaw that staggered her. "Kinda enjoyed messing me up, didn't ya?" she chirped as she shot a foot up between Claudia's legs, spread wide in her attempt to maintain her balance.

The Italian bombshell dropped to her knees whimpering in pain as the topless Frenchwoman walked up to her and sent a kick to her exposed left breast, driving her erect nipple back into the soft fleshy mound. Claudia gasped and her eyes rolled back in her head, but Brigette stopped her rivals backward fall with a handful of hair and a pull. In a flash, Brigette was behind Claudia, one arm around her neck just under her chin, her free hand down the front of her dress cupping Claudia’s right breast, scooping it up and pulling it out of it’s lace enclosure

"Hey buddy, wanna see something exciting?" Brigette called to the goggle-eyed prop man; noticing the unmissable bulge in his pants and already knowing his answer.

"NOOOOO! Ouch! Oh gawwwwwwd stop! Let gooooo! Please!" Claudia bawled and pleaded as Brigette collected both of her firm breasts in her hands and began to squeeze hard, milking the tender firm orbs tenaciously with the tender, sensitive, erect nipples pinched cruelly between her thumb and forefinger nails.

"Kind sir, can you please tell me,” Brigette purred. “Is THIS in the script?" she asked in her most innocent yet sarcastic tone.

"Well Ma'am, I just don't remember," he replied hoarsely, seemingly unable to speak clearly.

Brigette released her rivals pride-and-joys and, with a sigh of relief, Claudia dropped on her butt, her hands caressing her aching tits as she held her breath; hoping, wishing, that she’d seen the last of such painful humiliating treatment.

"Well, Claudia dear, if it’s not in the script, we just shouldn't do it; right?" Brigette cackled. "C'mon get your sorry body up," she hissed, using a hairpull to 'gently' help her whining costar to her feet.

"Oh sir, kind sir, just one more question," Brigette shouted as she turned and walked toward the prop man, turning her back on Claudia whose face showed surprise, relief, then disbelief andn anger that her lovely rival thought so little of her as to turn her back on her and walk away. With a smug smirk, Claudia raised her fists and rushed up behind her gullible costar.

"Uhhhhhhh!" The air shot out of Claudia's lungs as her naval seemed to travel clear back into her spine from the heavy punch Brigette delivered. Angry fingers grabbed her bouncing nipples, pinched hard, twisting and pulling her forward…right into an angry hard knee that came up and slammed into her pubic mound. Claudia felt herself spinning, hearing the unmistakable sound of cloth tearing as her undergarments were being torn off. Modest white panties were all that remained by the time she escaped this new flurry of fast, hard, punches and slaps.

"Uhhhhhh!" "Ohhhhhh!" "Noooo..." "Please...noooo more..." The terrified, moaning plea seemed not to be Claudia's, although she knew very well they were hers. Claudia tried to run from the angry French beauty but to no avail. Hard, rough, splintery red painted wood slammed into her naked back and shoulders as strong, angry fingers caught and pinned her wrists back against the coarse wood of the building. Two full, firm breasts mashed into her own tender breasts and two rock-hard nipples stabbed into hers, inverting them as Brigette’s knee rubbed hard and painfully between her wedged apart legs.

Claudia felt a hot, sweet breath on her cheeks and heard it say in an angry, confident voice, "Sorry Claudia, but you're losing big time today. Any last words before you go down and out? Oh, by the way, I’m sorry, but TODAY wasn't in the script!"