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Exhaustive research indicates that the people portrayed herein probably didn't take part in the activities described. This is a docudrama, adult entertainment with adult situations, showing violence, nudity, lesbianism, rape and humiliation. It's NOT for minors!
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Mitzi in Hollywood Chapter Two: Rematch with Marilyn - by Kim and Ginny

There was a small, lucrative female fighting underground in Hollywood from 1920's to the 1960's. Young actresses, dancers, singers and others hoping for "silver screen stardom" fought for audiences of influential movie executives. More than the small cash prizes, they fought for exposure - to get their face (and figure) known to moguls who, often arbitrarily, decided who got parts. Like those who used the "casting couch" to get ahead, some became stars. Even after "making it" however, some continued to fight either because a failing career needed a "boost" or just because they liked it. These stories follow the career of one woman, but are really about all the hardy pioneers in a rough sport that, only today, has finally gained a measure of respectability. This was Mitzi's first "official" fight.

Part One - Meeting Nikki

A hot, dry Santa Ana wind was blowing through Los Angeles that mid-1950's afternoon. On the second floor of a dingy, downtown office building, a slender, attractive, young blonde sat at a scarred old wooden desk in a cramped office. On the door, in flaking letters, it said, "Spade Investigations - Let Us Do The Spadework." As she re-read the morning paper a second time and sipped warmed-up, day old coffee, there was a timid knock at the door.

"I said I'll have the rent next week, Willie," she yelled with more than a little irritation, "Go away and leave me alone."

The knock was repeated and the door opened far enough for a pretty face, framed by short golden hair, to peer around it.

"I'm sorry to bother you," the young woman said in a quivering voice, "I'm looking for Nick Spade. Is he here?"

The blonde stood up, tossed aside the paper and took a frayed jacket from the chair back. In spite of the heat, she self-consciously buttoned it across her small, perky, breasts as she approached the stranger and held out her hand, "I'm Nikki Spade. Dad was killed a year ago. I run the business alone now, is there something I can do for you?" She added hurriedly with a slight blush, "If we owe you money, I'm afraid you're out of luck. All my assets are . . ." she hesitated as if thinking hard, "tied up in probate. Yes, that's it, probate!"

The visitor shook her head, "No, I want to hire a detective. It's just that I expected a man. I was sent by Ethel Merman. She said to ask for Nikki. I just assumed . . ."

Nikki's eyes lit up at the famous actresses' name. "You're a friend of Ethel's? Sorry, but I didn't catch your name although your face IS familiar."

The woman blushed and checked the hallway to be sure she hadn't been followed before she came in and shut the door. "Mitzi, Mitzi Gaynor," she said, taking Nikki's hand. "Maybe you saw me in the movies?"

Nikki nodded and looked Mitzi up and down. "Sure, I recognize you now. Dancer. Nice legs. Great figure. Sure, I seen a coupla yer movies. You're even prettier in the flesh."

Mitzi blushed again and thanked her. "I need someone . . . discreet for a job. Ethel said I can trust you and you'd know what to do. In fact, she spoke in quite glowing terms of your 'ability'." Nikki blushed as she recalled her night with Ethel Merman after a case involving a former lover who'd tried to blackmail the aging actress.

"Man trouble?" she asked.

Mitzi hesitated and when Nikki remembered she was a friend of Ethel's, she quickly added, "or is it another woman?"

Instead of answering, Mitzi changed the subject. "Forgive me," she said, "but you seem awfully young for a private detective. I've always imagined them as world-weary old men. You can't be more than, what? Twenty?" Nikki chuckled. In her business, being underestimated had certain advantages.

"I'm twenty-three actually. I'd been out of the Police Academy barely eighteen months when my father was killed last year. I've got police and I worked here three years after high school before that. I took over the 'family business' to get whoever killed my Dad."

Mitzi shifted uncomfortably and sat beside Nikki on a cracked leather sofa to explain why she came.

"I'm an actress, a struggling one right now, I admit. The studio's talking about terminating my contract that's not why I came. I need help with another problem. Ethel assured me you were good . . . and discreet."

Nikki nodded, "I can keep my mouth shut if that's what you mean. Just how 'struggling' are you? My fee's $50 a day plus expenses."

The young actress sighed as she took a wad of crumpled bills from her purse. "It's all the money I have, Miss Spade. I'll make up any difference somehow, I swear. I'll do whatever I must to work off my debt to you." Nikki took the money and, without counting it, stuffed it in her jacket. "OK," she said. She leaned back and crossed her right leg over her left knee, brazenly hiking her skirt to the top of her rolled stockings. Mitzi averted her eyes quickly, but not before she saw that her cheap cotton panties were frayed and holed.

"We'll consider this a retainer," Nikki smiled, "Now, tell me why you need my help and we'll go on from there."

Mitzi put down her handbag and modestly crossed her legs at the ankle, pressing her hands between her full thighs to keep her dress firmly in place. It was unconscious, but in marked contrast to Nikki's behavior.

"I hope you won't think I'm too awful when you hear this," she sighed. "I was just about to get my big break when I got into a fight with Marilyn Monroe. That's how Ethel and I became 'close'."

She blushed as she said "close," and clenched her fists before she continued.

"Anyway, Ethel was impressed and called Frank. In addition to singing and acting, the 'Chairman of the Board' promotes fights with actresses, dancers and such. He called my weasel of a manager who, without asking me, committed me to a fight for him. Can you imagine?" Nikki had a smile on her face by the time Mitzi finished. "I can. But, seriously, how bad could it be?"

"That's what I asked myself," Mitzi shrugged. "I mean, when I heard the winner got a movie I jumped at the chance." She leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially, "Between us gals, I've done worse and didn't even got a screen test for it." She smiled wanly and leaned back. "Anyway, when I went to sign the contract, I found out I'd be fighting another actress in front of a bunch of studio suits. The winner is 'guaranteed' a part in a movie. I can't turn it down, just in case it's true."

Then she went on to explain what had happened.

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Mitzi and her manager went to Frank the promoters office to sign the contract and meet the other girl, a young brunette named Debra Paget. Debra was accompanied by her manager, a tall, auburn-haired woman named Gretchen Curry. Mitzi said she was immediately uncomfortable at the way Gretchen stood with her arms around Debra and, "They both eyed me like a hungry wolf eyeing a lamb chop."

While the secretary finished typing the contract, they chatted. Debra reached over and ran a hand over Mitzi's thigh admiringly and cooed, "Ohhhhh, you must be quite the dancer with all those big, bulging muscles." Then she stood up, faced Mitzi and lifted her own skirt to her waist as Frank nearly swallowed his cigarette. Debra raised her leg and laid it on the back of Mitzi's chair at shoulder level, then bent and caressed her leg as she started into Mitzi's eyes. "Mine aren't as strong, but they're so sleek and shapely. Not ugly with lotsa lumpy ol' muscles." Mitzi nearly fell out of her chair when Debra brought her foot down and propped it on the arm of her chair. Mitzi's face was level with the brunette's sheer lace panties and barely a foot away. "Imagine," Debra purred as she slowly ran her fingers up the inside of her thigh, "how much fun you'll have in here, you cute little sweet-tart." Mitzi was blushing at Debra's provocative display of her undeniable charms.

She pushed the little brunette away and got to her feet but Debra moved back against her, breast-to-breast. She slapped the little woman's smug face, but Debra slapped her back hard enough to snap Mitzi's head to the side. The next thing anyone knew, their hands were in each other's hair and they were pulling and tugging. While her manager sat in shock, Gretchen grabbed Mitzi's arms and pulled them behind her back. While she held her, Debra tore her blouse open and yanked up her brassiere to bare Mitzi's full, firm pink breasts. Mitzi was struggling helplessly as the girl reared back and punched her in the stomach. Gretchen let go and Mitzi folded over in pain. Debra took a handful of golden hair, lifted Mitzi up, then reached under and cracked her across her bare breasts with her open hand.

Mitzi's scream almost shattered the water pitcher Frank's desk. He quickly broke up the scuffle and told the two women to leave Mitzi alone as she tried to put her clothes back in order and regain her composure although she had to hold her blouse closed with one hand. Despite what happened, Debra hadn't intimidated Mitzi; in fact, she only made her eager for revenge.

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After finishing her story, Mitzi told Nikki, "That Gretchen's really intimidating let me tell you. She looks like a women I saw in a porn loop once, only that actress had a 'normal' figure. This one's bigger in all areas, if you know what I mean." Nikki nodded. "So whadda ya want me to do? Hire some muscle to go over and bust up your manager for getting you into this?" "Oh my goodness. No Miss Spade," Mitzi chirped. "Golly, I need work and I don't mind the fighting. In fact, I'm gonna enjoy getting even with that bitch for tearing my blouse. I just want you to go along to make sure nothing happens to me. Like a bodyguard? I'm afraid of that Gretchen, but I can't wait to settle little Debra's hash."

Nikki felt flushed and short of breath after hearing Mitzi's story about Gretchen and Debra. She figured it'd be an easy fifty bucks and the prospect of seeing the fight with Debra aroused her interest. After hearing Mitzi describe her, she was looking forward to seeing Gretchen Curry in the flesh. It not only sounded interesting, Nikki also wanted to make Mitzi keep her promise to do "anything" to pay her debt. She knew Ethel's tastes and she figured Mitzi would give her more than her money's worth. Either way, she'd get to see a fight. "Shit yeah," Nikki said, "I'll do it." Then she put her arm around Mitzi and hugged her. "And please, call me Nikki will ya? I hate Miss Spade, it makes me sound like an old woman."

The fight was the next night and Nikki picked Mitzi up in a taxi a little after six. The day before, Mitzi had told her how a year before she'd been in a picture with Marilyn Monroe and they'd gotten into a ". . . little disagreement" in Marilyn's dressing room. Mitzi giggled as she admitted, "Actually, it was more than a little disagreement, it was a real donnybrook. Since then, with Ethel's help, I worked to develop myself, both as an actress and a fighter." In the taxi, she continued her story. "That's why I'm so excited to get a chance to fight Paget," Mitzi said. "I'll show them all I can't be pushed around." Like Mitzi, Nikki had spent the night thinking of Debra Paget. Everyone who'd seen her on the screen knew the little brunette was beautiful. "I didn't know she fought," Nikki said. Mitzi shrugged, "I don't know if she can or not, but I know I can."

The cab stopped outside a dingy club on a dimly-lit side street. "Are you sure this is the place?" Nikki asked. "I know this neighborhood. I made a couple of prostitution busts around here." "Oh, yes Miss Spade - I mean Nikki," Mitzi said in a little girl voice, "My manager is sure he got it right." She slid across the leather seat and the cabby's eyes widened as her tight dress slid up to reveal her firm, taut thighs. Nikki gave him $5 and when he kept his hand out for a tip, she nodded at Mitzi. "You got enough tip when she slid across the seat." She slammed the door and the angry driver floored it and roared away in a blue cloud of exhaust fumes that further polluted the LA night air.

Nikki knocked on the door and after a short wait, a thug-type opened it. He looked Nikki up and down briefly, but took his time studying Mitzi. "You here to fight?" he asked. She nodded and then he twitched his thumb at Nikki and with a tone of disbelief asked, "Her too?" "Uh-uh," Nikki said doing her best "hard-boiled detective" imitation, "I came to hold her coat. You gonna keep us standing here or let us in so she can fight?" He hesitated a moment, then stepped aside, just far enough for Mitzi to squeeze by, her full, firm breasts rubbing his chest. He smiled but Nikki noticed he didn't have to worry about her as she turned sideways and easily passed with room to spare.

Inside, the club was nothing like what they'd expected from seeing the outside. The walls were covered in red velvet wallpaper with mahogany and brass everywhere. "Boys club," Nikki muttered. The chandeliers were imported crystal and a ring dominated the middle of the room. It was raised about three feet above the floor, but every seat looked down on it, angled for a perfect view of the action. Around the ring were mats to protect a woman if she fell, or more likely was thrown, out. The thug took them to a room which, in contrast to the opulent club, was small, dirty and not very well lit. "You change in here," he said. "Wait til' you're called. I'll come get ya' when it's time. You're on first, so you go on in about," he checked his watch, "about two hours." He winked at Nikki. "Enjoy yourselves until I get back."

Then he laughed, closed and locked the door.

Part Two - Rematch with Marilyn (as Mitzi told it to Nikki)

They had time to kill so as Mitzi undressed, slowly, one article at a time like a private striptease for Nikki, she told her about her fight with Marilyn Monroe [see Mitzi #1]. When she saw how excited it made Nikki she told her about a second fight with Marilyn a few months later. It was at a party thrown by Marilyn's studio and Mitzi went as a guest of a studio executive. After her humiliation by Marilyn in their first fight, Mitzi's "friend" Ethel Merman, a fighter herself in her youth, gave her some tips. She trained with an ex-actress who taught young women how to entertain the studio execs in the ring until they got their "big break."

"I really enjoyed the party. Men fell all over me since I had this tight black strapless dress from the studio wardrobe department. They could see down the front all the way to my panties when I bent down. Everyone said I'd be a big star soon," she chuckled, "then they offered canapés so I'd bend over to take one. I knew what was happening, but I played the game and let them have a look. Everything was great until I realized people were looking at me strangely. I shrugged it off until a friend took me aside to ask if 'the story' were true. I said, 'What story?' and that's when she said Marilyn was swilling champagne over at her table and bragging how she beat me up," Mitzi paused dramatically and smiled, "and made me eat her pussy." Nikki coughed and took a pull on the Brandy she carried in a flask in her garter. She suddenly realized Mitzi was more worldly she thought and made a mental note to make a move on the lovely young dancer at the first opportunity.

"Anyway," Mitzi blushed, "Here THE most humiliating moment of my entire life was being bandied about at a studio party by a drunk. I guess I started to cry, because my friend asked, 'What's wrong?' I said something about being sick and that I was going home, but I was so sick to my stomach that I ran to the ladies room first. I was on my knees with my head in a toilet when I heard the door open and a woman laugh. I wiped my mouth and got up hoping no one had seen me on her knees but when I turned around Marilyn was there with a big, wicked smile on her pouty lips. She had on a skin-tight red dress that was cut so low, I swear, her pink nipples were peeking out the top."

"She looked down at me and smirked, 'Don't get up dear. Stay on your knees, I know you feel right at home there. Here, I want you to tongue my pussy again before you go.' She hiked up her dress and ran her hand over her panties." Mitzi ran her own fingers over her mound to demonstrate. She licked her lips and watched Nikki's reaction. "She said, 'You did such a good job last time! I haven't found anyone to do it for me like you. I may get the studio to hire you for all my pictures to satisfy me on the set'.' I was so shocked I think I tried to talk but couldn't say a word. Finally, I got my breath, straightened up and looked that bitch right in the eye. 'I'll do no such thing,' I said. I tried to leave with as much dignity as I could, but she grabbed me. 'If you don't get down on your knees right now, hon, I'm gonna beat the hell out of you again.' She couldn't stop grinning and I must have shivered, because she got this funny look on her face and laughed."

"I wasn't JUST worried someone might come in and catch me. After the last time, I vowed I'd never let anyone force me to go down on them again, no matter what it cost me in pain or pride. I said, 'Let go right now, before I hurt you.' She looked at me like she thought I was crazy. I told her I'd taken lessons, but if she believed it, she was a better actress than I thought. She didn't blink and without warning grabbed me by the breasts and pushed. We went head over heels onto a sofa and before I could react, she had my dress down to my waist and started mauling my breasts with her fat fingers."

"I punched, pushed, kicked and crawled and fought out from under and then I punched her square in her that potato nose of hers. I popped her right between her cute baby doll eyes. Blood gushed out her nose and she backed up with a 'What hit me?' look on her face. I had to giggle it was so funny. But she was furious. She got up and really lit into me. I backed up and when she grabbed me my forehead accidentally hit her on the nose again, hard. She staggered and before she recovered, I hiked up my dress and rammed my foot into her tummy. The old softie doubled up and sat on her ass with a loud grunt. She blinked and looked up with a real startled look on her face. I was as surprised as her. Her bloody nose ran down her chin and dripped onto her chest where it ran in little rivulets down between her tits."

"I was standing over her when a woman walked in and screamed - at the sight of blood I guess. I yelled, 'Get out and stay out! And keep those other vultures out too!' She scurried away and I went back to work on Marilyn who was up on one knee. I kicked her between those big soft breasts and one *popped* right out of that silly old dress she was wearing.....like THIS." She pushed up on her bra from below and forced a pink, firm breast up out the top of her bra. Nikki couldn't help noting how hard the nipple was and unconsciously, her hand went to her own breast where she felt the hard nub of her own nipple within her bra.

"She went down on her ass again so hard her teeth chattered. I told her how I was gonna repay her for what she did to me. I put a leg over her and sat down on her soft stomach so hard I knocked the wind outta her. Her grunt sounded sweet right then. I went to rippin' and tearin' at that red dress and the shoulder straps both snapped and the cheap fabric ripped down the seams all the way to her waist. As usual in public, the slut wasn't wearing a bra, so there was nothing between me and her pale breasts. I slapped them back and forth so hard I could hear the 'SLAP' of skin on skin echoing off the tile walls. That sound was almost as sweet as the sound of her moanin."

As she'd been talking, Mitzi had undressed and was down to her bra and panties. She languidly crossed and re-crossed her long dancers legs as she talked and it had the desired effect on Nikki. Mitzi had been a showoff since childhood and Nikki was an appreciative audience. She got the treatment Mitzi usually gave to studio heads and casting directors. Nikki noticed that Mitzi hadn't shaved as she'd expected and almost said something, but thought better of it. "Who'll ever see it," she thought, "She knows what she's doing." "I tired to get Marilyn's legs to do this," Mitzi laughed as she stretched her right leg straight up and sensuously ran her hands from ankle to thigh, but it just made her scream."

She slapped her strong thighs. "But once I got her in 'the vise' here," she grinned, "she was finished. I started working her swollen nipples. I pulled so hard, her shoulders lifted off the floor to try to ease the pain." She giggled as she slowly massaged her own breasts as she imagined Marilyn's feelings as she tortured hers. "He-he, I twisted her knobs like my Philco Radio. She wasn't so proud no more, crying and begging me to stop. Every time she raised her hands to stop me, I slapped `em down and cuffed her across her face. After a few times, she knew the breast pain was a lot better than ruinin' her million dollar face, so she kept her hands over her face while I worked her breasts. I got her moanin' and groanin', begging me not to hurt her, but before long she wasn't sobbin' 'Don't, stop,' any more. It was soundin' more like, 'Don't stop'."

"Now I had her where she had me before. It embarrassed the Hell outta me and I wanted to really humiliate her so she'd never mess with me again. I reached back and pulled up her dress and put my hand down between her smooth, alabaster thighs. I gave her a couple of strokes and a tickle and I could feel how hot she was right through her panties. As soon as I got my hand in her panties and grabbed her puss, she gave a little squeal and spread her legs wide for me. I almost fell in she opened so wide. God, I didn't even realize it and I had two fingers in. I really wanted to pull out, but I could feel how hot she was. I mean Damn, Nikki, I was getting the same way myself. I started to massaged her pussy with one hand and kept pinching and squeezing her big breasts with the other until she screamed and climaxed all over my fingers. Marilyn just went limp and lay there on cold tiles with her legs squeezed together on my hand. She just lay still and she had this big smile on her face."

Mitzi looked up, her face flushed and saw Nikki had her eyes closed, her head back and her hand in her skirt. From the frantic movements, Mitzi knew Nikki was as close to her goal as Mitzi was to hers. She'd gotten the young blond hot and it pleased her no end to know that her story was so good Nikki had lost all restraint and sought relief right there in front of her. She smiled as she went on, "I had to giggle at the surprising, and easy, finish," Mitzi continued with a little grin. "I straightened up my clothes as best as I could, she'd torn my dress a bit in the struggle; but when Marilyn rolled over and tried to get up, I just backhanded her across the mouth and knocked back down to her butt."

"She was still crying when I said, 'You stripped me and gave me over to Ethel. I won't drag you out there like you did me, I'm not that mean, but I'm not gonna let you off either. I'm not that easy.' She didn't fight at all when I took off what was left of her dress and then her panties, garter belt and stockings. I left her naked as a jaybird. Tied her hands and feet with her garter belt and stockings and left her on the floor. I took her red dress and panties and headed straight for the exit, but even before I got there I heard an excited buzz. 'Mitzi Gaynor kicked Marilyn's ass and stripped her right there in the Ladies.' I had a smile this wide. I gave that cute red dress to a Black coat check girl and her panties to the doorman as a tip."

"Ohhh, Nikki," Mitzi cooed, "I see you DID like hearing about my fingers in her hot dripping pussy, didn't you?" Nikki blushed at being caught with her hand between her legs at the end of the story. She, Mitzi and Marilyn had all climaxed together. She quickly removed her hand. "What about you?" Nikki asked leaning back red-faced, "What'd you take for yourself?" Mitzi laughed, "I got what I needed, sweet memories of revenge. I ran straight home and washed that bitch's smell off me." When she finished, Nikki was limp. She took a long pull of Brandy and sat back with a heavy sigh. Mitzi asked, "Whadda ya think, did I do the right thing?" Nikki wiped perspiration from the fine hair of her upper lip and imagined the sight of a beaten, nude Marilyn tied up and laying on her back on the floor. "Yeah," Nikki told her, "you done great. So that's why your agent booked you for this, huh?" Mitzi shrugged, "Who knows why that low-life does anything. I know when I beat this Paget girl, I'm on my way to stardom."

Part Three - Introductions

After she finished her story, Mitzi finished undressing. She was in bra and panties when there was a knock on the door. Before either Mitzi or Nikki could ask who it was, the door opened and two men and a woman entered. Nikki recognized the first man immediately for she was a big fan. While Mitzi tried to cover herself, he ogled her and introduced himself to Nikki, "Just call me Frank. In here I'm the promoter, not the star." She was about to ask for his autograph when Mitzi introduced the other man. "Nikki, this is Devlin, my manager. He's the one Ethel had to call Frank to get this gig." Nikki didn't say anything, so absorbed was she by a big, auburn-haired woman with Frank. Seeing her interest, Frank said, "This is Debra Paget's manager, Gretchen Curry." Nikki already guessed that. She was all Mitzi had described and more. "Who's the broad?" Gretchen asked, indicating Nikki. "She's Nikki," Mitzi said as she stepped beside her, "My friend." She gave Nikki a, "Keep quiet about who you are and why you're here," look. Nikki did and they ignored her as Frank explained what was up to Mitzi.

"Look Doll, you and Paget are gonna fight in a ring-a-ding-ding, You wear one of these," he indicated a rack with a dozen or more sets of bras and panties. They didn't appear to be anything special, but as Mitzi found later to her chagrin, they'd been specially altered. "Ya gotta win two of three falls to win the match. You win by making her submit, pinning her shoulders for a three count or knocking her out. Got it?" Mitzi nodded and they turned to go. Just as they reached the door, Nikki piped up, "What about rules? Aren't there rules?" They looked at each other and the woman chuckled. "Rules?" Frank said, "We don't need no stinkin' rules! The one rule is no scratching the face. The movie guys don't want the gals disfigured. Other than that, anything goes." Then they left, laughing uproariously at Nikki and Mitzi's naiveté.

Meanwhile, across the club in another dressing room, Debra was preparing herself. The lithe brunette pulled her stockings up her firm legs as Gretchen knelt and ran her hands lovingly upward, stopping when she reached the actresses' white panties. She worked fingers into the lacy leg opening, but Debra reached down to stop her. "Uh-uh. Be patient. I don't want to get too excited. Remember what happened the last time!?" Gretchen sat back with a disappointed sigh and looked up wistfully as Debra dressed.

As she fastened her garters she asked, "How'd it go? The cunt gonna fight?" Gretchen smiled mischievously, "Oh, she's actually eager. That thing we did in Frank's office - tearing her blouse and pawing her tits - worked great. She's got no idea what's up. She thinks she can win and get a movie. She didn't even ask about rules." Debra looked up from her make-up table in surprise, "Really? That's usually the first question." Gretchen nodded, "Her girlfriend, a good lookin' blonde - Nikki something - she asked. We just laughed it off. I don't think she'll be a problem. She won't figure out what's going on 'til too late." Debra stood up and pirouetted, giving Gretchen a 360 degree look at her well-proportioned and firm young body, "Whadda ya think?" Gretchen licked her lips, "Yummy!"

"Wait'll she finds out about the surprise built into these outfits," Debra chuckled. "I'll never forget the first time a woman grabbed my bra and it fell apart. God, I'd never been so embarrassed in my life. I'm standing there with my tits swinging and everybody laughing at the look on my face." Gretchen grinned as she thought back two months to the first time she saw Debra's ripe breasts, "Yeah, but they sure looked great. I think she was as surprised as you when they popped out like that. It didn't hurt you none, that's for sure. You handled her pretty easy after that." Debra chuckled, "That's nothin' compared to what I'm gonna do to this Gaynor dame. She'll never know what hit her. I've learned a lot in two months of fights."

Gretchen left when Debra was ready for the ring and met a stocky woman in the hall. They kissed and the woman groped Gretchen's ass. "Ready?" Gretchen asked. Debby Desmond, the referee for the bout, ran a finger over Gretchen's breast. "Don't worry your titties about it Gretch, Frank explained. Debra'll get away with enough to win easy." Gretchen kissed her, "After the match I'll give you what you want." Debby patted Gretchen's cheek as she turned to go, "I can't wait, sweet cheeks." Debby went to the ring while Gretchen fetched Debra from her dressing room. She gave her a "thumbs up" as she grinned wickedly. "Show time."

Mitzi entered down an aisle thronged by leering, salivating men and Debra came from the opposite side to a similar reception. Mitzi noted uncomfortably that Debra got the most cheers, though she was at a loss to see why. Having never been in a ring before, Mitzi tripped and nearly fell climbing awkwardly through the ropes. Nikki grabbed her, but one of her breasts almost came out of her tiny bra. She blushed modestly and adjusted it while the audience laughed at her deep blush. Mitzi watched Debra hop nimbly between the ropes and the men at ringside cheered as she opened her robe to display her tight body and muscular legs.

The announcer called them, "aspiring young actresses" and said they'd fight for a role in an "upcoming picture." Both had been told to wear high heels which Nikki thought unusual, but when the bell rang Debra kicked hers off onto the apron. Seeing Mitzi's disadvantage, Nikki yelled at her but she was so intent she hadn't seen Debra's move and the crowd noise drowned out Nikki's cry. Mitzi walked out to begin the fight wearing 4" heels but also a look of grim determination.

Continue to Chapter Three