Diahann had dropped in at Liz's penthouse apartment to give her a piece of her mind after reading Liz’s rather rude comments about her hit show, "Julia." Despite having her own well-earned fame, Liz was still a little jealous and had made the unfortunate remark within earshot of a reporter who quickly put it in the trade paper “Variety” for everyone to read. Diahann wasn’t opposed to lively conversation and she enjoyed a good catfight a little more than other actresses! She’d already enjoyed herself with with Barbara Eden (‘I Dream of Jeannie’) and Nichelle Nichols (Uhura on ‘Star Trek’). Diahann had soundly beaten both; choking Barbara out with her own bra while she left Nichelle with sore breasts for a month and difficulty sitting down for several days. So there was no way Diahann was going to let Liz’s affront go unanswered!

"Don't you look comfy?" Diahann laughed as she walked toward the dazed beauty. "Nice bra, Playtex?" she taunted as she looked at Liz’s bra in which her full breasts bulged in sheer twin cups. "Lets see, shall we?" she giggled as she reached for the thin shoulder strap.

“Uhmpfffhh!” Her legs gave way as the toe of Liz’s high heel slammed into her shooting pain through her foot and up her leg. Liz grabbed her leg and pulled; Diahann's lovely body spilled to the carpet as she shrieked in pain. In a flash Liz was on her burying her fingers in the dark beauties hair; Diahann returned the favor and yanked feverishly at Liz’s shoulderlength silky tresses. Four long sexy legs intertwined battling for control as sexy short minidresses slid high and colorful highheels sailed in all four directions.

"Gonna knock you silly!” “Gonna claw your eyes out!” “Gonna strip you naked as a jaybird!" were the nicer threats shouted as they rolled around pulling hair, scratching, punching and tearing at each others beautiful smooth skin and sexy threads.

"My blouse! You're tearing my blouse, you slut," Diahann protested.

"My bra! Dammit, leggo of my bra!" Liz cried.

The mutual comment and request were uttered in anger and frustration, but with surprisingly little embarrassment as they yanked at each others bras. Diahann’s yielded first and her full, luscious, firm breasts bounced and jiggled their way to freedom. "YieEEK!" she yelped as Liz sunk her long, strong, fingers into the firm flesh. Liz latched onto Diahann’s thick, dark, erect nipples and began pinching hard. As Diahann bent over to relieve the pressure, Liz slammed a knee up and pounded it hard over and over into Diahann’s crotch as she held her in place by the nipples!

“Uhhhh! Uhhhhh! UHHHHHHH!” Diahann groaned, moaned, grunted and gasped as Liz kept kneeing viciously. “UNNNNHHHH!!”

Then with a mighty burst of desperate energy, Diahann summoned all her strength, called on each and every beautiful sleek muscle. Liz screamed as she was rocketed toward the coffee table.Her head slammed into the solid oak leg and its THUD signaled a break in the action.

"Nooooooo," Liz protested as she felt her loosened bra ripped away from her lovely chest.

"How pretty they are," Diahann snickered, seeing her rivals breasts celebrate their freedom with stiffening nipples as she reached out and helped herself to some ‘white meat.’

"Ouchhhhhhh! Ohhhhh, leggo….please?" Liz whimpered, her heartfelt plea being ignored.

Diahann experienced one of those ‘I gotcha’ pleasure moments as a familiar warm sensation flooded her loins; the excitement a winner feels after an all-out battle with her womanly rival; the same sensation she’d experienced with Barbara Eden and Nichelle Nichols. This time, Liz was giving her that feeling - one that she’d feel again and again in upcoming years with Joan Collins, Linda Evans, Linda Gray, Kathie Lee Gifford, Kate O'Mara, Victoria Principal, Mitzi Gaynor and others too numerous to name.

"Please…..oh, let go of my boobs…OWWW! Not my tits….ouchhhhh," Liz sobbed. “Uhhhhhhh!” Diahann wrestled her topless rival into position and executed a perfect legscissors. She squeezed slowly, firmly, steadily, enjoying the sensations created as Liz bucked and writhed desperately, frantically. Liz groans were music to Diahann as she reached around and cupped her breasts; teasing her nipples tenderly, then pinching hard. Diahann had perfected this technique; alternating her touch between pleasure and pain, keeping her victim unbalanced mentally, physically and emotionally until she simply wilted and gave up any pretense of resistance. She released one captive nub, slid her hand down and unfastened Liz's skirt. "Nooooooo…." Liz’s cryy was accompanied by a last ditch futile squirm but Diahann’s gorgeous leg muscles bulged, her thighs straining as she tightened her hold until Liz’s squirming ceased and she groaned as her skirt slipped slowly down off her hips to her ankles in Diahann’s helpful hands.

"Pink panties?" Diahann observed with an evil chuckle.

"NO! You wouldn't dare…" Liz gasped.