"Just where do you get off trying to run MY life, hon?" Faye snarled at her seemingly rude guest.

"Oh puhleazeee, you need a bit of help with your career Faye, don't ya now?" Ann said, pasting a fake smile on her beautiful face as she ran her fingers through her long silky red hair.

Faye bristled with anger and muttered to herself a mental note to never let pushy redhead's into her suite, at least not if it was Ann Margret. Faye resented Ann's talent and success for quite a while for although she was an accomplished actress and knockout beauty herself, Faye had a deep jealous streak. Like others, she wasn't afraid of a good catfight - in fact, she rather liked them. In her career, she would have several skirmishes on screen and even more off-screen; among the most notorious were the fight with Raquel Welch in "The Three Musketeers" and a highly erotic (and fun) whip-fight with Marina Sirtis (Counselor Troi in 'Star Trek The Next Generation') in "The Wicked Lady". But Faye's favorite cinema battle was a knock-down drag-out catfight in "Barfly."

"You have two faults which may be your downfall, Faye," Ann said, her voice reeking with a feisty, know-it-all authority as well as undisguised demeaning sarcasm. "Number one, your love of spirits and Number Two, your willingness to taunt, tease and, yes to fight. I mean, I like pulling hair as well as the next gal, just ask Gaynor; but that's a big no-no in this business. You got it?" Ann continued, paying no attention to the fact that Faye was bristling as she poured another glass of Scotch.

"Oh, you mean that little tiff with Raquel?" Faye hissed. "Well Ann sweetie, it was an adventure movie, you know swashbuckling, fights, battles, etc. Or have you been too busy warbling with that sick voice of yours to notice?" Faye said as she moved toward the redhead threateningly.

"Well, if you insist on pounding your costars or worse," Ann warned. "You may just get run out of this business. Not that the public would notice or even care!"

"Don't lecture me, you red-haired tramp," Faye erupted. "That bitch Raquel had it coming. She's just lucky they pulled me off her before I really did some damage," Faye continued, her beautiful face morphing into a contented smile at the memory, her eyes flashing mischievously as she put down her drink, raised both hands and made clawing and squeezing motions.

Ann returned her smile, secretly wishing she'd have been there to see Raquel and Faye going at it. She had only heard about the fight but it sounded like it would have been heavenly to watch. As Faye indulged her memory, she took a deep gulp of the knock-out, feel-good Scotch. She could still hear Raquel's screams as she tore open her sexy bustier and sank her talons deep into the sixties sex sirens luscious breasts! Raquel had been her usual fiery self but she'd loosed a few too many derogatory comments and Faye attacked the beauty without warning, taking Raquel totally by surprise, knocking her backward with a haymaker, then grabbing her by the hair and smashing her face into a table before pummeling her with her fists. Three knees to Raquel's crotch left her helpless, capable of only token resistance while Faye ripped her dress and bustier open and mauled her breasts viciously. Faye was still pinching and twisting Raquel's nipples as hard as she could and it took several of the crew to pull her off. Raquel vowed vengeance and rumors flew hard and fast about that battle but the details of a rematch, if any, are a well kept secret.

Faye would be in a number of hard-fought contests in her career; winning some and losing some. Her most spectacular victory came over Mitzi Gaynor, ten years Dunaway's senior in a fight in Las Vegas when Dunaway was riding high after the release of "The Thomas Crown Affair". Mitzi, out of movies for several years had been making a good living in Vegas reviews and in touring company's of Broadway shows. After Mitzi's appearance on "Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In" Faye had Mitzi 'summoned' to her hotel suite for an 'audience'. There, in front of a group of actors and actresses, syncophants and hangers-on, Faye berated Mitzi and belittled her accomplishments until the proud Gaynor couldn't stand it any longer. "I should have realized she was trying to goad me into a fight," Gaynor wrote in her unpublished memoirs. "But I'm blonde and things just didn't seem to sink in as fast with me as they did for other girls. It was one of the most humiliating nights of my entire life," she wrote cryptically, refusing requests to elaborate. But several who were there HAVE described how Faye and Mitzi pulled hair, tore clothing, scratched and clawed for over an hour until the 27 year old Faye eventually wore down the 37 year old Mitzi and forced her to kneel and plead for mercy. That's when Dunaway showed her cruel side, strapping on a dildo and fucking the weeping older woman as Shirley Maclaine, Frank Sinatra and others looked on laughing. Mitzi was forced to spend two days and nights as Faye's "servent" tending to her every whim and desire until Faye tired of her and tossed her out of the penthouse suite naked!

While Faye had shown Gaynor (as well as Tuesday Weld, Ali McGraw and Jane Fonda) just how mean and cruel she could be, it was Marina Sirtis who inflicted on Faye her worst and most humiliating defeat. And, once again, it happened on the set but this time no one stopped it. Surprisingly, in contrast to the movie, Miss Sirtis was the Wicked Lady - at least in Faye's eyes. Marina was already topless after their scene (courtesy of a bullwhip expertly wielded by Faye). When "Cut" was ordered, Marina had walked up, grabbed a handful of Faye's gorgeous hair and fired a punch to her jaw!

"A bit arrogant aren't we?" was Marinas battle cry as she fired another punch to her costars left breast that drove her back into a stagecoach where Marina pinned her wrists to the vehicle and held her while smashing her in the groin with her knee. They fell to the ground, rolling around until Marina came out on top where she shredded Faye's dress. Wearing 'olde thyme' modest yet erotic undergarments made an erotic catfight stripping scene as the beautiful brunette shredded Faye's dainties bit by bit until she was naked except for some "olde style" undies. Marina knocked Faye dizzy and senseless by pounding her face, stomach, ribs and her beautiful jiggling breasts. The brunette eventually relieved the screaming flaxen-haired beauty of the last stitch of her clothes and then threw her naked into a nearby stagnant pool of murky water. For Faye that was far more humiliating than a facesit!

"Get the hell out of here and take your stupid advice with you," Faye hissed as she suddenly snapped out of her catfight reverie.

"You arrogant blonde bitch, I'm no Raquel," Ann hissed. "I'm Ann Margret and what I'm telling you is for your own good! You'd better pay attention or you'll be history," Ann added as she moved in close and shook her finger under Faye's nose.

"Why you no-good two-bit dime store songbird, take this!"

"Aieeeeee!" Ann screamed when Faye grabbed her finger, twisted and bent it backward, causing instant pain to blaze through her hand, wrist and arm. Reflexively, Ann slapped the glass out of Faye's hand, sending it crashing to the floor. Faye yelled and fired a kick into Ann's shin as she buried her fingers into the redhead's beautiful hair.

"Umppppffh! Uhhhhhh!” The two women struggled for control, pulling hair and cussing until Ann hooked a leg behind Faye's and down they went, tumbling to the carpet. "I'll teach you to stick your nose in my business," Faye hissed as she grapevined Ann's legs and started to roll her onto her back.

"You aren't gonna teach me anything; except how to submit to a better woman," Ann rasped as her fingers tore the blondes blouse open exposing a sheer white lace bra. Their modest skirts worked up over their thighs, slowly revealing the pantyhose that were becoming the next 'fabric shredding' target of choice. Ann lost both of her heels as her legs struggled to find freedom from Faye's gorgeous legs. "Get off of me," Ann grunted as Faye straddled her waist with a triumphant leer.

"Whatsa matter, don't like being on the bottom?" Faye laughed, slapping the redhead twice hard. RIIIIPPPPP! "AIEEEEEE!" Ann screamed as her blouse was ripped open, buttons flying.

"Typical redhead," Faye laughed. "Big mouth 'n' big tits!" she laughed as she yanked the right shoulder strap of Ann's bra down, breaking it as she wrenched it down. Ann's beautiful breast bounced free and took a hard punch.

"YEOOOW!" Ann gasped in agony as Faye's hard knuckles dug into the tender areola, inverting the erect nipple. "Damn, that hurt! I'll kill you," Ann said, blinking back the tears filling her red eyes.

"I'm sure you will, Ann dear. I'm sure you will...but not tonight!" Faye laughed as she leaned over, grabbed two handfuls of silky red hair and began to beat her captives head on the floor.

THUNK! "UHHHHH!" THONK! "UHHHHH!" Ann groaned with each blow; her hands flailed frantically.

CRASH! "Arggggggh!" The hard Scotch glass Ann's groping hand found on the floor smashed into Faye's temple and she groaned as her head exploded in pain, then went numb. Two angry, lightning-quick hands shot up and furious fingers latched onto Faye's beautiful firm breasts, the fingers sinking deep. "AIEEEEEEE!" Excruciating pain, first in her head, now up-front and personal. Faye bucked and writhed frantically trying to escape Ann's torturous grip; her arms flailed, then she moved her hands down to pry the redhead's tenacious fingers from her now throbbing pride-and-joys.

"Please! Let go....oh gawwwwwd, let go of my boobs...pleaseeeeeee?" Faye whined.

Ann just smiled and giggled as she squeezed the blondes breasts, twisting them almost completely out of the now torn bra. BONK! In her desperate flailing around, Faye toppled over and her head smashed against a table. Dazed, she started to slump as Ann bucked her off. Ann scrambled up, standing above the fallen Faye as she tried to clear her head.

"Don't you look tough now. If your manager could see you, maybe he'd get you a gig wresting Bettie Page?" Ann cracked, reaching down to rip away the last remnants of Faye's blouse, unsnap her bra and pull it up around her neck.

"Get up, c'mon, upsey-daisey," Ann taunted as she jerked the topless blonde to her feet with the bra. As she brought Faye to standing position, her free hand found her skirt clasp and Faye moaned as Ann whisked her skirt down to her ankles, leaving her in only her laddered and tattered pantyhose.

"UNGGGGHHH!" Faye grunted as Ann yanked her head back and began to twist and pull at her bra, forcing her to push her chest to bulge out as she pony-stepped Faye over to the mirror and pushed her face up against the cold glass.

"Now, this is a sight for the public, blondie?" Ann teased. "Bet there's plenty a broads who'd love to see you like this; maybe a few men, even?" Faye groaned as Ann tugged at her neck, pinning her face and chest on the mirror. "I heard you're in love with yourself so go ahead, give yourself a big wet kiss."

"Umpppppph!" Faye’s luscious crimson lips were against their cold reflection and she groaned as the cold hard glass aroused her hard nipples. She could feel Ann's fist on her back and thought, "Damn! The red-haired bitch has gone too far!"

"AWWWWCKKK!" Ann's bloodcurdling shriek woke everyone in the plush apartment building when Faye's remaining high heel had done its work. The redhead's pained cry of protest had barely trailed off when she was smashed back into the wall; her foot and leg on fire, her entire backside joining in the mutual discomfort party.

"Don't you ever, EVER mess with me, you redheaded heifer," Faye shouted as she slammed punch after punch into Ann's belly.

"Ughgggh! My boobs...not my boobs, nooooooo!" Ann protested weakly when Faye's fists found a new target; her two big breasts with the one recently finding freedom seemingly the prime target.

"Nice ones," Faye cackled as she changed to open-handed slaps; the stinging CRACK of flesh on flesh bringing shrieks of agony from the redhead as each pleasure mound received a very unwelcome, "Hello!" wake-up call.

"Pleaseeee, stop, no more!" Ann heard herself plead, struggling and squirming to escape, to duck, to sidestep Faye's angry cuffing blows. Suddenly, Ann turned and bolted for the door. Faye picked up a heel and threw it. BAM! She made a direct hit on the back of the redhead's lovely head. Ann stopped, wobbled and then leaned back against the back of the sofa holding her head.

"Well don't just stand there,” Faye growled. “Sit down!" She lunged forward, raised her hands and slammed her palms into Ann's breasts, knocking her backward over the couch onto the seat, then rolling off onto the floor. An erotic blaze of lightning, Faye grabbed the downed redhead by the hair, jerked her to her feet and slapped her senseless. Holding the groggy, dazed Ann up by a handful of hair, her other hand quickly relived Ann of all her clothing down to her torn pantyhose. "Ann honey, in the future you should let me know you're comin' over so I can get ready. Got it sweetie?" she said as she fired a punch to the dazed redhead's chin, snapping her head. Ann groaned and staggered but Faye the hair at the back of her head, bent her back and latched onto her left breast. "I oughta twist this little button off," she snarled, pinching Ann's tender nipple in her thumb and forefinger.

"Oh gawwwwwd, nooooo," Ann moaned as she looked into Faye's angry bloodshot eyes hoping to see mercy - and seeing none.

"Well, not now anyway. But you look like you've learned your lesson," Faye said as she landed a punch that dropped Ann to the floor. "God that’s thirsty work,” Faye cackled. “I need a drink."

Faye watched as Ann crashed into the coffee table and bounce off, landing on the floor with huge beautiful breasts rolling and jiggling on her heaving chest. The liquid gold went down smoothly as Faye looked around the disheveled, messed up room and muttered, "Stupid maids! Bitches don’t do diddley anymore for stars like me, damn!"

"Oh Ann, wanna a new job Ann? I could use a new mai…..Where’n hell'd you go?"

WHUMPPP! Faye's vision sparkled with dancing stars as Ann’s hammerfist slammed into the back of her neck. WHAM! The blondes forehead was smashed into the bar and THUD! her groin went numb from the hard knee that crunched up into her pubic mound. RIIIIPPPPPPP!! The unmistakable erotic sound of sheer pantyhose being torn away from long luscious leg and thigh muscle filled the air.

"You just gotta lay off the booze, you stupid hussy," Ann snarled.

She grabbed Faye's hair, swung her around and sank her talons deep into her breasts. Holding Faye up, Ann's knee found the groaning blondes pussy again and again! A vicious hair-pull, some hard yanking and dragging around the room by the hair was followed by a double boob claw. Faye tried to fight back but only succeeded in knocking over the rest of her furniture, lamps and books. Faye screamed and bawled as Ann demonstrated her cruel intentions with slaps, punches and serious breast-mauling until Faye was left gasping for air, whimpering and begging for mercy.

"Ya know, on second thought, you shouldn't lay off the booze. In fact, I think you should have another!" Ann said with a mischievous smile. She sauntered over to the bar, filled a glass with Scotch and walked back to her naked, dazed rival and offered it to Faye. WHAP! WHOOOSH! SPLASH! Ann slapped Faye's hand away as she reached for it and flung the stinging alcohol in the blondes face. "Oops, sorry Faye, but booze is bad for you, you dumb bitch!" she laughed as she grabbed the soaked blonde's hair, jerked her off balance and then stepped behind her. "You look awful, Faye honey. Too much sauce'll do that for a gal. Now you've had your nightcap, it's time to go beddy-bye."