"Why you arrogant bitch," Mitzi screamed. "How dare you talk to ME that way!"

Mitzi stepped back from the crowded table and gestured at Joan to do the same.

"Hmpppfh!" Joan snarled, accepting Mitzi's invitation.

She slammed the empty glass down and stepped out to face the beautiful blonde dancer. Joan brushed her dark hair away from her eyes, adjusted the straps of her tight low-cut dress, balled her fists, and took two steps forward entering Mitzi's personal space. A sudden hush encompassed the packed private nightclub as even inveterate gamblers stopped gambling; dancers stopped mid-step and the music screeched to a stop mid-note. All conversation, be it pleasant or otherwise, stopped in mid-sentence as eager, hungry eyes focused on the two beautiful women who seemed intent on pulling each others hair out strand by strand. One a gorgeous, feisty brunette, the other a beautiful blonde eager to prove she could be a winner once again.

"My money's on that blonde dame," an eager observer whispered. "Lookit her; that's one hot woman."

Mitzi was wearing a beautiful evening gown; one she's spent her last cent on in the hope of catching the eye of a wealthy patron, ready to do what she had to do to pick up a bit of silver. She was desperate enough that she didn't care if her benefactor were male or female - although deep down, she certainly hoped it would be the latter. Proud Mitzi had no intention of letting this arrogant, rude, loudmouthed up-start brunette starlet ruin her plans. Mitzi's beautiful gown clung to her luscious body like a tight soft white glove, drawing attention to her deep, full cleavage, her round firm hips and her muscular, gorgeous legs. There was just enough of a slit at the bottom to show her how perfectly developed her muscular calves were from years of dancing as they shimmered in her fine silk stockings.

"Hmpppfh! That one's more blonde hussy than a lady," the mans beautiful redheaded wife said in a distinctively British accent reminiscent of Joan's own lilting tones. "And she's certainly not cultured!"

"Well, be quiet just the same my dear," he cautioned with a smile. "She may hear you and pull your hair out too," he said, secretly wishing he could watch as both Joan and Mitzi took care of his incredibly beautiful and busty wife. The mental picture of the bantering blonde and brazen brunette double-teaming and stripping his haughty wife, made his face as flushed as his wife's' long silky red hair which she had neatly pulled back in a tight bun.

"Get ready to lose again, Mitzi dear," Joan taunted. "Only this time you'll not only lose your money, but your hair and that ugly dress as well!"

"YAIEEE!" "GRRRRRRRRR!"

Mitzi's loud attack cry was answered by Joan's savage guttaral snarl as the two beauties charged. Mitzi grabbed a handful of raven black hair and began to pull, but Joan went straight for Mitzi's expensive, but fragile, gown.

RIPPPPPPPP... WHAP! "Noooooooo!" Mitzi cried in dismay as Joan's fingers latched onto the front of her beautiful gown and the air was filled with the terrifying sound of luxurious expensive fabric being rent asunder. Mitzi's fingers fell from Joan's hair and curled into fists; hard knuckles slammed into Joan's chin rocking her head back. Joan staggered back into the crowd, her hands relinquishing their grasp on Mitzi's gown.

"YEOW!" A loud, angry, unladylike yell surprised the redhead who tried to ignore the pain in her full left breast as Joan's wayward elbow buried itself in the cushy mound of flesh. "How dare you bump into me, you uncivilized tramp," the redhead snipped, recovering her snobbishness after the unexpected encounter.

Joan's face flushed red with intense anger as she blinked while clearing her blurry vision from Mitzi's' punch. She spun, spotted the redheads sneering face, took aim and fired. Joan's punch brought another surprised scream, and this time the redheads face registered shock as well as pain. Before she could speak again, two angry hands grabbed the front of her dress and dragged her into the "arena."

"You arrogant British bitch," Joan snarled. "I'm going to strangle you," she told the astonished red-haired aristocrat.

"William, help! Help me please, William," the beautiful busty redhead pleaded to her bemused husband.

"Humpppffh!" came the reply from the redheads consort who now considered himself the luckiest man alive as his lovely wife, Beatrice, was about to be taken down a notch or two by the one and only lovely Joan Collins. If he were truly fortunate, maybe the beautiful blonde Mitzi would forget her feud with Joan and lend a hand. He could only hope for such luck!

"Don't hurt me, you clumsy co...ARGGGGGH!!" The redheads plea ended with a pained groan as Joan's fist sank into her stomach. "AIEEEEE!" the redheads scalp exploded in fiery pain as fingers grabbed her tightly bound bun and pulled until the long silky strands found freedom for better or worse. "For better," because her beautiful auburn hair was so lovely to look at; "For worse," because her long, luxurious, crimson locks erupted in pain as Joan pulled and yanked her unexpected opponents hair. Hurting, and fast growing desperate, Beatrice forgot her 'sophistication' and began to swing wildly. WHACK! A punch landed on Joan's chin and she released her hairhold just as the redhead landed another lucky punch.

"Mind if I join you, Joanie dear?" Mitzi chirped, grabbing her own handful of silky red hair.

RIPPPPPPP! "AIEEEEEEEE!"

The beautiful busty redheaded Beatrice screamed as both Mitzi and Joan ripped and tore at her dress. The three fought furiously with angry determination, yet with far different motives. Joan was more than happy to have bumped into the redhead since she'd brushed shoulders with the high society dame before on several occasions and despised her for her arrogance. Joan also 'knew' William and was all to happy to get into an all-out catfight with the distinguished gentleman's wife. She even snuck a quick glance at him to see his broad satisfied grin as he watched two gorgeous women strip his bodacious wife.

"Yeah, glad to help you out, Joan honey," Mitzi shouted over the din of the excited crowd. "But you're still next!"

Mitzi ripped Beatrice's' dress down the front and fired a hard punch, her fist sinking deep into a large, soft, bra-clad left breast. She laughed as Joan ripped the redheads dress down to the waist in back, then grabbed the back of her bra and pulled. Beatrice screamed when Mitzi grabbed the front of her bra between the cups and pulled. Mitzi and Joan began a tug of war with the redhead's bra that lasted only a few moments as their gorgeous victim screamed. Then the sensuous black lace cutting into her full half exposed breasts broke and Mitzi giggled as Joan almost lost her balance when the torn bra finally disgorged it's large twin treasures. Mitzi gave a hard slap to the redhead's face, then cocked her fist; hoping to make quick work of Beatrice and get back to Joan.

"AIEEEEEE...Ooofff!" Mitzi screamed and then grunted aloud.

Beatrice's angry fingers had grabbed and pulled her hair viciously, forcing her head down and pulling her forward as her knee slammed into Mitzi's belly below her naval. The redhead's actions demonstrated her deepest motivation was clearly; survival! Her anger was growing like a forest fire and now having overcome her fear and embarrassment; Beatrice tried to ignore the hungry eyes staring at her big, milky white breasts with their long, thick, erect pink nipples. Like many others, Beatrice had enjoyed seeing the rivalry and cattiness between Joan and Mitzi and, like them, she'd jumped for joy when they exchanged threats and blows.

But when that clumsy Joan had bumped into her, Beatrice wanted to bury her talons in the brunettes breasts but all that her "cultured sophistication" had held her in check. Now, however, fired by the heat of the battle, she was tempted to fight "unladylike." Beatrice loved to watch 'unladylike' catfights and she knew hubby William loved them more than anything. 'Oh my,' she suddenly thought. 'Did Bill set this whole thing up?' Being rich and powerful and crafty, her husband certainly COULD have, but Beatrice knew Joan and Mitzi were powerful, crafty, talented women who started it on their own; William was just a lucky bystander.

"OUCH! Uhhhhhhh..." The redhead yelped then groaned as Joan punched her in the back and Mitzi drilled hard, fast punches to her stomach and bare breasts. "Noooooo... let gooooo," Beatrice wailed as Joan grabbed her from behind in a full nelson, sending excruciating pain through her back and shoulders as the beautiful brunette arched her backward.

"Go on Mitzi, have at 'em," Joan rasped as she saw the look in Mitzi's mischievous, lustful, eyes.

The beautiful blonde dancer licked her lips as she stared at the defenseless, gorgeous busty redhead whose gown hung at her waist.

"Noooooooooo," Beatrice screamed as Mitzi raised her hands, curled her talons and attacked the two large mounds. The crowd went wild as Mitzi squeezed and twisted her huge breasts, pinching and pulling the large thick nipples, crushing them in her fingers. "AIIEEEEE!" the redhead screamed as, in frantic, furious desperation; her body charged with adrenaline, she squirmed and struggled to break free of Joan's clutches.

"YIEEEEE!" Mitzi suddenly screamed as Beatrice's sharp heel slammed into her shin. She groaned and stepped back just as Beatrice kicked out again, her wild kick just missing the moaning Mitzi's face.

"You stupid bitch, that does it," Joan snarled, barely able to hold the furiously struggling redhead. Joan stuck her leg out, hooked her captives leg and with a mighty twist sent Beatrice sprawling to the floor on her butt. THUMP. THUMP! Joan kicked the redhead viciously in the ribs, once and then twice.

"YIEEEEE....Noooooo!" WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Joan lunged, grabbed a double handful of red hair, jerked Beatrice to her feet, drilled a punch to her jaw that stunned her, then whipped several blistering backhands to the yelping beauties' face, staggering her.

"Get her Joan, get her good," Mitzi shouted, watching her hated rival with grudging admiration.

"Somebody here wants to say hello," Joan said with a mischievous snicker. She drilled two punches to the topless redheads face, gave the dazed beauties left nipple a vicious pinch with one hand as she grabbed her hair in the other and pulled her to the edge of the crowd. "She's all yours hon," as she sent the bawling redhead towards a smiling woman standing next to William.

"Hello Bea; I'm so glad to meet you at last. I'm Williams' mistress, lets you and I have a little chat," a tall beautiful blonde said as she grabbed a handful of red hair, put Beatrice in a headlock and pulled her away to have a 'private' conversation and perhaps some tea.

"That was wonderful, Joan," Mitzi purred, straightening her disheveled dress. "How very ni...CEEEEEE!" Her shrill scream signaled that her raven-haired rivals flying charge had been a complete success!

Joan snarled as her arms slammed full force into Mitzi's chest. The blonde felt air escape her lungs as her upper body exploded into painful numbness and the floor leaped up to smack her backside. As Mitzi went down, Joan barreled on past her, trying hard to slow her headlong flight and succeeding just before she hit a bystander. Too little, too late. WHOMP!

"Oh, William, I'm so sorry," the beautiful brunette's half-hearted apology was gladly accepted by William who rather enjoyed being bumped by Joan's ample chest. He smiled and copped a quick feel as he helped Joan up.

"Why William, I'm gonna tell your lovely wife," Joan cackled.

"EEEIIIIIKK!" the loud shriek that came from a nearby room, brought a smile to both Joan's and William's faces for the scream was unmistakably Beatrice's'.

"Well, maybe Beatrice won't care, after tonite," Joan chirped. "Besides I have other things to attend to," she chuckled as she raced back toward Mitzi who was only just starting to get up.

"Take this you blonde bitch," Joan hissed as she grabbed Mitzi's arm and a handful of her dress and she jerked her to her feet, spun her around, fired a punch to her chin. As Mitzi tumbled back, Joan's handful of the front of her gown held firm and she ripped down as hard as she could. RIPPPPPPPPP!

"EEEEEKK! Noooooooo...." Mitzi shrieked in horror and angry protest as the beautiful gown was torn from her luscious body.

The crowd gasped as the gorgeous dancers' overstuffed plunging black bra was exposed. Joan fired another punch, this to Mitzi's left breast and got an instant scream of agony as her reward. Mitzi's eyes rolled back, her face grimacing in pain as she staggered away. Joan lunged after her, fired several more punches into the groaning Mitzi's stomach, ribs, breasts; whatever was within reach!

A vicious hairpull, several blistering backhands and a hard shove coupled with a well executed trip sent Mitzi sprawling hard on her sexy derriere, her legs flying out and upward in a most erotic picture.

"Get up Mitzi, honey," Joan growled. "I'm going to strip you naked, knock you silly, then strangle your pretty little neck," Joan snarled as she walked slowly, deliberately, toward her fallen rival.

Mitzi shook her head trying to shake away the cobwebs; her entire body hurt; her beautiful gown was hanging loose around her waist; her luxurious golden silky hair was a mess and worst of all, she'd been cheated out of a fight with a lovely redhead who reminded her of her hated arch-enemy, Ann Margret. On top of that, she'd been called a loser by the Queen of Bitchiness and arrogance, Joan Collins! As Mitzi stared up into Joan's beautiful angry eyes, she summoned her strength, her courage. It was now or never!

"EEEYAHHH!" Joan unleashed a battle cry as she reached for Mitzi's blonde hair, hoping to rip, pull and tear. "ARGGGGGH!" Joan’s beautiful, angry confident face changed to a grimacing, pained, grotesque portrait of agony as her groin exploded in pain where Mitzi's foot landed full force! Her loud groan slowly became gasps as she crumpled to her knees. Mitzi jumped to her feet, smiling as she watched Joan rubbing her throbbing groin. In a flash, she was behind her rival, reached down to grab a double handful of raven black hair which she used to jerk Joan to her feet. Mitzi slid her left arm around Joan’s neck, forcing her to bend backward as her right hand latched onto a lovely full right breast and then squeezed the firm orb hard.

"Noooooo..Uhhhhhh!" Joan moaned as she felt Mitzi's hot breath on the side of her face.

Mitzi smiled as Joan's nipple hardened, stiffening until it poked through her bra and dress against the palm of Mitzi’s hand.

"Now, tell me again, just what were you planning to do to me, the loser?" Mitzi rasped as she tightened her choke hold, forcing Joan back, squeezing her captive breast even harder. When Mitzi pinched the hard protruding nub between her thumb and forefinger, Joan shrieked in agony; her entire body squirming and writhing.

"I think your right; somebody's gonna get stripped, but ain't gonna be me!" RIPPPPPP! “ARGGGGGH!” Joan screamed as Mitzi hooked her fingers in the front of her low-cut dress and yanked. Mitzi was surprised at how easily the fabric tore apart and Joan's lacy black bra made its glorious presence known to all. Then the embarrassed and angry brunette made a desperate, energetic attempt to escape.

Mitzi gasped as Joan's elbow slammed into her left breast; she released her tenacious holds and Joan found freedom; at least for a moment. Joan squealed, half with delight, half with surprise as she broke free and realized Mitzi had released her so quickly. She made it half across the room when, alas, her heel broke. Joan squealed as she lost her balance but that fraction of a second of hesitatin proved fatal. Mitzi was on Joan like a jungle cat on an antelope. A vicious hairpull, an excruciating arm twist and a hard shove brought a shriek and a scream from Joan's luscious lips; another scream was followed by a THUD as Mitzi threw her into a large gambling table.

WHACK! "Uhhhhh." RIPPPPP! "NOOOOO." RIPPPPP! "AIEEEEE!" As Joan's lovely body bounced off the table, her face was met by Mitzi's well place punch to her chin. Her head snapped back, her eyes glazed over and, to her horror, Mitzi's fast, angry, skillful fingers tore what remained of her dress to shreds. Mitzi pulled it from Joan’s body, leaving her in her most sexy, erotic black attire; bra, panties, stockings, garters. Catcalls, whistles, laughter and cheers spurred Mitzi on. She was feeling less and less like a loser, and more and more like a winner as she began to sense Joan's defiance and confidence were turning into embarrassment and frustration.

"Get her." "Scratch her eyes out." "Punch her." "Teach her a lesson." "Strip her." The excited crowd, now at a fever pitch (catfight fever that is), shouted out cheers and instructions. Mitzi used to hearing so much applause in the past, just naturally assumed it was for her. She smiled at the jovial faces.

WHOMP! RIPPPPPppppp! Desperate and in survival mode, Joan lunged at Mitzi, slamming into her with all her strength. The impact stunned the blonde and as her feet flew out from under her, down both women went. Mitzi recovered quickly, her angry fingers and fists clawing and punching Joan as they rolled over and over. The erotic ripping sound was the remainder of Mitzi's gown bidding farewell to her luscious body but it did little to dishearten her now. Indeed, it rather infuriated her! The crowd looked on with erotic admiration at the blonde dancers fantastic, muscular, perfectly proportioned legs as Joan desperately ripped at her stockings, succeeding in baring luscious flesh while leaving several nasty claw marks. Mitzi scored too, hammering punch after punch into Joan’s weakening body and groggy head.

"Uhhhhh..." "OHHHHH!" "Ungggh..." "ARGGGGH!" The two lovely battlers groaned and moaned most erotically as they struggled for dominance. Mitzi's' stamina and sheer willingness to win, soon put her in control. Joan began to gasp for air, as she slowly lost her wind. She became more and more desperate.

"ARRGGH Ouchhhh..." Mitzi screamed suddenly. She grabbed frantically at the wrist of the hand Joan had slipped up under her bra to latch onto her left breast. Finding the nipple rockhard, Joan dug in with relish. "Let go…AWWWW!" Mitzi gasped; her fingers digging into Joan's forearm and wrist until Joan too shrieked as she released the captive breast. Mitzi jerked the offending hand away, grabbed a finger and bent it sharply.

"AieeeeeeMmmmphfffh!" Joan's frantic scream from her bent finger, suddenly became a garbled muffled protest as Mitzi released the torturous fingerhold and clapped a hand over Joan's mouth, muffling her screams and wrapped her legs around her. To Joan's horror, Mitzi scissored her and soon had her gasping for air; the brunettes long luscious legs kicked wildly; her breasts bulged out of her bra as her chest heaved; to the crowds delight, Mitzi would occasionally snap Joan's garters painfully as she squirmed.

"My, my Joan, aren't we in a predicament; are you LOSING? I didn't think you could ever lose? You stupid arrogant bitch, you're losing to a loser," Mitzi taunted. Joan's beautiful eyes were now full of dread, embarrassment and fear as she struggled furiously, futilely against her captors lovely strong legs. Mitzi reached down and tugged at the Joan's bra; slowly each full firm breast came more and more into view. Soon two erect pink nipples peeked out of each cup.

"Why Joan, you're hanging out," Mitzi teased. "Lets show 'em what ya got," she taunted as she slipped her fingers into a now loose bra, scooped up the left breast and pulled it out. She pinched and pulled the hard nipple as Joan's muffled screams grew louder and louder, her legs kicking frantically. Joan's face turned beet red as she felt Mitzi's hand suddenly slide downward. One hard, slow firm yank on her black panties and Joan's thick luscious dark bush made its presence known. Wanting to hear more than just a muffled protest, Mitzi suddenly released Joan's protesting lips.

"Please, stop, no more, I give," Joan bawled as Mitzi painfully twisted a captured nipple and yanked at her pubes.

"And just what am I?" Mitzi asked with a snarl.

"You, you are a winner," Joan groaned.

"And just what are you Miss Joan, huh?"

"I, uhhh...I errr...uhhhh...I am a loser," Joan blubbered. "Noooooo...Ouch! Yieeeee....Uhhhhh...." Joan's screams and moans stopped when Mitzi clamped her mouth and nose closed, tightened her scissors and felt Joan's luscious body tighten, spasm, then grow still as she drifted into unconsciousness. In a few moments, Mitzi was standing, taking a bow before a cheering, clapping enthusiastic audience.