"AIEEEE! UHHH! OHHHH! UGHHH!!" Sophia screamed as Barbara smashed her knee up between her heavy, muscular thighs and then landed punch after punch to her belly, ribs and face.

"Why you high and mighty bitch! I'm gonna pound you silly," the busty, perky blonde shouted as she attacked the gorgeous brunette with a vengeance.

"She IS doing rather well right now!" muttered the bartender, actor Warren Beatty who always managed to get a bartending gig between pictures - especially when he heard there was liklihood of a catfight!

RIPPPPP! "AIEEEEE! You shouldn't have done that," Sophia said; her voice cool and calm, deliberate - scarily so!

"Wow! Take a look at the scenery! I gotta me my a place like this one day," Beatty said with a big grin as he watched open-mouthed as Barbara ripped Sophia's dress open down the front to expose her over-filled bra and bulging bosom!

The black lace bra showcased a pair of beautiful proportioned, perfect round full breasts. The brunette was doing her best to try and block or deflect the angry blondes lightning fast hands and eager fingers. Sophia's beautiful lips were twisted in an angry snarl and her eyes blazed with fire!

"BUT, my friend, never, EVER bet against an Italian! If you don't believe me, just wait! Any second now..." theh producer said.

CRACK! The sound of hard lovely knuckles connecting with a beautiful chin; the tell-tale sound of bone on bone! Sophia's punch rocked Barbara's head and her eyes rolled back as she felt the room spinning. She staggered back two steps her arms windmilling for balance.

"I told you not to mess with me you blonde tramp!" Sophia said as she moved in and her fists hammered the buxom blondes face, sending her reeling backward in disarray. Barbara put her arms up weakly, instinctively; but to no avail! Sophia lunged in, grabbed two handfuls of golden blonde hair and jerked her head forward, pulling down right onto her rising knee. It smashed into the screaming blondes face right between the eyes. THUNK!

"Feeling a little outclassed, honey? Don't feel bad, Gina and Anna both felt the same way," Sophia's scalding voice reeked with condenscention and a bit of sarcasm.

Sophia made no secret that she considered Eden a tramp; a floozy; a blonde who couldn't act but got where she was by flaunted her gorgeous body to drooling executives and audiences. She lifted the dazed blondes head and delivered a hard backhand; then raised her hands - open palm up - and gave the blondes big full breasts a firm, hard shove.

"AUGHHH! AIEEE!" CRASH! Barbara groaned in agony as Sophia's hands smacked her breasts; her scream pierced the bars stillness as she flew backward; crashing into - and tumbling over - a small table. She ended up sprawled on the floor in an erotic display of out-flung arms, akimbo legs and heaving breasts! The two executives and the goggle-eyed bartender applauded politely as Sophia slapped her hands together and pretended to shake the dust off.

"There! That'll teach ya honey," she huffed as she turned to Beatty and tried futilely to pull her torn dress together over her rapidly rising and falling breasts.

"Now, about that martini...."

The producer was an ardent admirer of Sophia's who had set up the skirmish after Barbara made some injudicious and derogatory remarks about several 'sophisticated' or 'classy' movie actresses. During the sixties there was - and still is today - a heated rivalry between TV actresses and "real movie stars." Sophia decided to settle her differences with Barbara in a lady-like way by issuing an informal invitation through theh stately old movie producer to meet her for a woman-to-woman "chat." The two lovely contenders spent the evening in the small club-bar, then stayed behind for the real entertainment after closing time.

"I just love kicking blonde butt; especially mouthy and busty ones," Sophia laughed as she raised her glass.

The three men looked amusingly over Sophia's shoulders toward Barbara as the lovely blonde slowly picked herself up. The front of her tight low-cut dress was torn open, her whte lace bra partly exposed. Her lovely face already sported two small cuts and as she pushed herself up, she kicked off her remaining high heel. Flashing an angry, but obviously forced, smile she brushed herself off and then made a bee-line toward the bar where Sophia was waiting with a drink in her hand.

"What, are you so foolish as to come back for more? I was right, you blondes are stupid....most American blondes are," the gorgeous Italian said as she slid off her stool, kicked out of her heels and prepared to resume the battle with her foolish rival.

"Er, uhh, did we actually make a bet for real?" the stately gentleman asked his friend.

They were full of anticipation; this was Hollywood at its finest! Before them stood two gorgeous dames - each Queen of her own kingdom! The men tried to hold their breath, at least breathe quietly for this was something they'd remember forever!

"Come and get me, Barbara dear, or should I say Jeannie. That IS the mythical childish character you pretend to be isn't it? I'm going to stuff you back in a proverbial bottle sweetie! And I will love doing i ..."

"GRRRRRR!" THUD! "OHHHH! Aaaahhhh!" The gorgeous brunettes' eloquent verbal badinaget stopped mid-word as Barbara lowered her head at the last second of her fast and furious charge. Sophia's lovely chest exploded in excruciating pain as Barbara's head smashed into her chest, crushing her firm breasts flat! Precious air escaped Sophia's lungs as her back slammed into the elegant, hand-carved bar. Now she felt the room spin fast, then faster as she slowly sank downward. Her descent halted abruptly when her scalp exploded on fire as two eager hands snatched her up by the hair.

"No! Please! UGHHH!" Sophia raised her arms, desperately trying to grab her attacker to somehow stop her, but her fingers caught in the torn folds of Barbara's bodice and as she dropped on the floor, she tore the flimsy dress wide open.

"Sophia, my oh my, I had no idea you liked to tear dresses! I thought only I liked to do that," Barbara was almost beside herself with joyful and angry anticipation as she brushed Sophia's hands away and positioned her dazed, gasping opponent's body on the floor. With a loud giggle, Barbara tore Sophia's dress off slowly, leaving her in only a bra, stockings and garters.

"My aren't we dressed elegantly, classy tonight; all the more fun for us foolish blondes," Barbara hissed as she dropped her butt onto Sophia's waist. "My, what have we here?" she snickered as she cupped Sophia's full breasts, slowly squeezing through her bra. "I'm going to have so much fun stripping you naked," she leaned over and whispered in the Italian's ear.

Two hard slaps brought whimpers from Sophia's full, sensuous lips. Then with a vicious hard pull and a soft throaty purring growl, Barbara ripped Sophia's bra clean off.

"Oh my....COUGH! GASP! HACK! HACK! Forget about the #@$#@ bet! OK? Let's enjoy this," the stately gentleman said, almost choking on his drink.

Warren said nothing, just tried to put his eyeballs back in their sockets as Barbara began to slap and squeeze Sophia's full perfect breasts, giving the Italian beauty's stiff dark nipples an occasional pinch that wrung an agonized whimper from the luscious woman.

"You think I'm the one without class; well, you don't seem to be too smart or classy right now, Sophia, my dear?" Barbara chirped as she reached back to snap Sophia's garters several times.

"OUCH! AAUHHHH! OWWW!" Sophia yelped with each stinging snap as her long sexy legs kicked wildly.

The two gentlemen cautiously moved into better position to compare the captives luscious breasts with her captors magnificent assets. They didn't want to interfere or stop the ladies, but they darn sure wanted to see all the scenery.

"Gentlemen! I forgot about you: forgot how much men really love to watch ladies fight," Barbara smiled up at them. :"I wish they'd do this on my TV show. You guys really like to see this stuff?" she leaned forward, grabbed Sophia's nipples and playfully tugged, causing her lovely full breasts to shake and jiggle sensuously.

"ARGUHHHHH! Damn you," Sophia moaned. "I will kill you."

"I'm sure you'd just love to do that, but guess what? I'm on top!" Barbara sneered, leaning ove to bringing her face down to stare into her captives eyes! Sophia closed her eyes and turned her head aside, unable to meet Barbara's gaze.

"How sweet! she's giving up," Barbara thought; feeling so smug and superior...

WHAM! Sophia's fist slammed up hard into her temple! The punch knocked her off balance and Barbara screamed in agony. Desperate, humiliated and as angry as any Italian can be, Sophia summoned all her strength, closed her eyes and brought her survival instinct to effective fruition in a calculated attack. Then her entire body erupted as she bucked Barbara off. Before the blonde regained her senses, Sophia drove three hard kicks into her side, sending Barbara rolling around on the floor in pain.

Sophia slowly got to her feet as Barbara rose on her hands and knees. Sophia moved in and gave Barbara a swift kick in the ass, sending her sprawling forward on her chest. Barbara tried to rise again, but this time Sophia grabbed the back of her dress and ripped it down to her waist. Another swift kick, two handfuls of luscious blonde hair and Barbara groaned as she got jerked to her feet. Holding Barbara against the bar with one hand in her hair, Sophia pounded two hard punches deep into her belly.

"UGHHHH! OOOOOOOOOF!" Barbara groaned as she doubled over in agony.

"Want some more, Barbie dearest?" Sophia rasped as she hair jerked her upright again.

She grabbed Barbara's bra straps and dragged her around the bar, slamming her into tables and chairs until the left bra strap broke and Barbara slumped to one knee. Sophia punched her in the jaw as she yanked the bra cup down, then drilled a perfect punch that pancaked the lovely breast; her knuckles driving the erect pink nipple back into the soft fleshy mound!

"ARGHHHH!" Barbara moaned and her eyes glazed over in pain!

Sophia shoved Barbara back against the wall where her raised knee pounded into her groin. She pulled at her whimpering, groaning rival's bra, reaking the other strap - then a hard yank freed Barbara's luscious right breast;

"NOOO! It hurts! STOP! Leggo! Please..." Barbara pleaded as Sophia grabbed her full breasts in both hands and squeezed - hard; twisting the firm mounds viciously one way, then the other.

"Now, tell me Barbara dear, just who has class in this town?" Sophia snarled as she pinched her squirming captives stiff pink nipples.

"Y...you do," Barbara moaned.

"And my name, you foolish blonde tramp?" Sophia demanded.

"Sophia, you're Sophia Loren," Barbara winced as Sophia smiled and pinched her nipples one more time.

Suddenly Sophia released Barbara and stepped back, leaving Barbara whimpering and rubbing her lovely sore breasts. Sophia smiled a broad smile toward the two men who sat entranced.

"There, you two heard it! I'm the winner! The classiest. And this blonde tramp here is... "

"GRRRRRRR! AIEEEEE!" THUD! Like an angry bull charging out of the gate, Barbara charged toward Sophia who, like a skilled matador, turned and sidestepped! The blonde charged past at full speed; the power that was to be her force for victory now contributed to Barbara's downfall! Missing Sophia completely, Barbara tried desperately to stop her headlong rush....too late! She crashed into a small table and tumbled to the floor.

Like a cat waiting to pounce on a mouse, Sophia was beside her waiting eagerly for her to get up. Barbara swung; Sophia blocked the punch and nailed her on the chin! Sophia's eager hands shredded Barbara's clothing and stripped it away in a most erotic skirmish.

SLAP! "UHHH!" SLAP! "OOHHH!" PUNCH! "ARRGH!" PUNCH! "AUGGH!"

Sophia's slaps and punches met little effective resistance...she was just too fast for Barbara! She worked Barbara over relentlessly, sending her staggering, reeling, moaning and yelping around the room until she caught Barbara by the hair and jerked her forward. Sophia's arms wrapped around her as she pulled the busty blonde to her in a perfect, erotic, sensual bearhug. Four luscious fleshy breasts mashed together; the flesh bulging out the sides against the inside of Sophia's corded biceps.

"Oh my gawwwdddd!" the two men gasped simultaneously as Sophia's firm round mounds crushing Barbara's large full pale breasts; squashing and pancaking them; Sophia's hard dark nipples fencing in an erotic battle with Barbara's perfect perky pink buds. Sophia applied all her strength and skill quickly bringing the overwhelmed blonde to submission.

Barbara felt lightheaded, gasping for air as she moaned, "I...I...I GIVE! You win! P...please! PLEASE! Let go!"

Sophia smiled, then smirked as she slowly released her blonde rival and let Barbara's limp, wrung-out body slide down her torso to her knees! Sophia grabbed her hair, twisted her head back and as she held Barbara arching over backward, Sophia grabbed her right breast and gave it a good, hard squeeze! Then she gave Barbara a shove, sending Barbara forward on hands and knees. The busty blonde had been stripped down to her panties, but it wasn't enough!

The imperious brunette wanted to give her a final lesson in humility and true class. The men watched in silent eager anticipation. Sophia pounced on her lovely captive, wrapped her long legs around her waist and wrestled her to the floor.

"UGHHH! UHHHH! OOHHHHH!" Barbara moaned as she tried desperately to pry Sophia's strong legs apart. She slapped and punched desperately as Sophia grunted, groaned - and squeezed all the harder! The blonde arched her back thrusting her magnificent breasts upward as she squirmed, writhed, wiggled, kicked and cussed. In desperation she tried pinching Sophia. "YEOWWW!" Sophia's angry fist crashed into Barbara's jaw and her free hand latched onto that tender breast again! No more pinching now, that just wasn't an option.

"See, I have true class - it’s why I always win," Sophia whispered in Barbara's ear. "Do you want to know the real reason I can always beat you Barbara dear?" she hissed to her moaning opponent.

"No! I don't care," Barbara snapped as she tried in vain to pull Sophia's claws from her breast.

"What did you say dear?" Sophia asked as she pinched Barbara's nipple and pulled, stretching the pliable flesh several inches.

"AIEEEE! Yes! OK dammit, I want to know," Barbara moaned as tears streamed down her ruddy cheeks..

"Because I am a classy Italian tigress! " Sophia chuckled as she slid her hand down over Barbara's belly. Barbara moaned and raised one knee slightly as Sophia's fingers continued their journey South until they disappeared from sight. "And you, my dear Barbara Eden, are merely a trampy American PUSSY-cat doll!"

"AIEEEEEEE!" Barbara let out a blood-curdling, ear-piercing shriek that almost shattering the men's eardrums as Sophia's skilled and talented fingers began thrusting in and out. Barbara clenched her fists and beat on the floor, biting her lip as her feet waved in the air and her legs thrashed wildly; ferociously fighting the building pressure in her loins under Sophia's skillful manipulation of her pleasure center. Then, with a loud moan of surrender, Barbara's back arched, her legs went rigid and she let out a long sigh and slumped down to lay limp and panting. Sophia's beautiful face broke into a sweet devious, delicious grin.