They went back to the table with Nikki trailing Mitzi and looking confused. Mitzi announced, "I'm calling a taxi, Nikki. If you don't want to come home with me, then you can stay here with your new friends. Just don't expect to be welcome when you finally come crawling home if you stay here with her!" She pointed dramatically at Shirley "That's it?" Shirley asked throwing up her hands. " See I was right Gretch. She won't even let her precious Mitzi box groceries. Let's tell Frank her manager refuses to let her fight. He'll give me the next title fight with Rita and we can just forget all about Gaynor."

When Mitzi turned to look for the phone, Gretchen gestured to a mannish woman nearby. She made a dialing motion, pointed at Mitzi, then her watch and held up 5 fingers. The woman nodded and went upstairs while Mitzi asked the bartender to use the telephone on the bar. "There's a pay phone upstairs, sister," she was told in a rather loud voice. Everyone in the room watched her cute butt jiggle in the tight dress as Mitzi wiggled up the steps to use the pay phone.

As Mitzi shimmied upstairs to find the phone, Nikki shook her head and muttered, "Mitzi, Mitzi. Why do you make life so hard?" Sensing her distress, Gretchen offered solace, "Come on, lemme show you a movie of Shirley's boxing workout so you'll have an idea what Gaynor's up against."

Gretchen took one arm and Shirley the other. "I've got Champagne in a room where we won't be disturbed." As they passed the bar, Nikki told the bartender, "Tell my date to join us when she gets back." Shirley had an arm around her waist as they led her to a dimly lit room in the back. "Where's the projector?" Nikki asked just as Shirley brought her hand up from Nikki's waist, under her shoulder and behind her head to grab a handful of blond hair. "Hey, wha ....," Nikki gasped as Gretchen lifted her other arm and allowed Shirley to put her in a full nelson.

"What's the mean . . . ?" Nikki didn't finish her sentence as Gretchen's fist crashed into the pit of her stomach. Shirley let go and the slender ex-cop dropped to the floor and curled up, holding herself with both hands.

She moaned as Gretchen put a toe under her shoulder and rolled her onto her back. Shirley held her down as Gretchen took a rag from her handbag and put it over her nose and mouth. "Chloroform," she said, "to keep her quiet `til I get her ready. You go back and keep Gaynor busy til' I'm finished with her."

Shirley went back and waited ten minutes before Mitzi came swivel-hipping down the stairs. "You took your time," Shirley smiled. "Some bitch was on the phone," Mitzi muttered. "I threatened to toss her off. Then the phone book was gone and the operator had to get the number. As if that weren't enough, they made me repeat the address several times before saying it'd be a half hour wait. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, what a night!"

She looked around. "Hey. Where's Nikki . . . and Gretchen?" Shirley saw worry in her eyes and twisted the knife a bit. "In back, having a private chat. Gretchen saw you were serious about the fight and figured she could get to Nikki if we didn't distract her. She's quite persuasive. I'm sure Nikki loves you and wants you happy. She'll sign after Gretchen talks to her. While we wait, you wanna drink? I'm having Sherry." Mitzi looked around, then at her nails as if she were bored. "One for the road, I guess." Shirley eyed the waitress, pointed to their glasses and made the "two" sign with her fingers.

They drank in silence, each deep in thought as they waited for the managers to return. Mitzi started filing her nails. Shirley watched a bit then said, "It's amazing how much work it takes, even though we have to cut `em for each fight." Mitzi stopped, glancing around the room, then continued in silence. Shirley didn't waste time and started again. "I've gotta great idea to make things interesting . . . unless you have second thoughts?" The blonde ignored her at first, then slowly looked up. "A thought? In your little mind? Tell me." Despite the cool demeanor, Shirley sensed Mitzi's anxiety and so she continued to tease. "Do this," the redhead said, raising her arm and flexing her muscles. Mitzi hesitated and Shirley urged her, "Come on, do it."

She flexed her right arm. "Nice biceps," Shirley mused. "but not very tight." She reached over to squeeze it. "Gretchen was right, you're a softie." Mitzi blushed and jerked her arm free, "OK Shirley. What's the point?" "Why," the redhead grinned, "arm wrestling. You know, let everyone watch. It'll build interest and you know Frank will love it." The blonde giggled, "You're kidding? Arm wrestle instead of a fight?" she asked incredulously. "I don't think that Frank's gonna let you off that easy." "Oh, of course not, silly," Shirley laughed. "But it might be a fun way to decide who enters the ring first, unless you're afraid of embarrassment."

Mitzi rolled her eyes, "Me? "Afraid? Of you?" She shook her head, "That's rich. I'll be happy to embarrass you before the fight." Her eyes twinkled. "As a matter of fact, I'll be glad to do it afterward too. Let's make a side bet. The winner gets to spank the loser's bare bottom. That'll really generate interest."

Seeing her shock, she went on. "You know, I wonder if I can make that flat little can of yours as red as your hair. The only puzzle is which cheek I should start on? You have a preference, Dahling?" Shirley's mouth gaped in utter amazement. She couldn't believe her rival hadn't only agreed to her challenge, but upped the ante as well. "Why you stupid little Hungarian whore", she shot back through clenched teeth, "I'll be shocked if you even show up to fight. You'll realize you don't have a snowball's chance in Hell of winning. Once I get you in the ring I'm gonna knock you out cold."

Mitzi smirked until Shirley jabbed her breast, "If you think Sheree hit hard you ain't felt nothin' yet." She slammed a fist on the table rattling the glasses. Mitzi grinned, "That means I've got a bet?" She leaned over appearing serious, "And don't call me stupid. I'll have you know I'm the smartest Hungarian whore in all of Hollywood. Just ask those Gabwhore sisters."

Shirley threw back her head and laughed. "Funny you'd mention them. I beat Eva just like that," she snapped her fingers and leaned close to hiss, "She's just like you, a fat Hungarian with big tits and little talent." Her hand shot out and grabbed one of Mitzi ripe breasts. She gave it a squeeze as if testing it, then rolled it in her hand as she grinned, "Ummmmm . . .now these will make nice targets."

Mitzi slapped the hand away sharply. "Well, Eva's the lover, Zsa Zsa's the one who's a fighter. But I'll drink to your victory. They're two more loud mouthed bitches I can do without." She raised her glass and winked at Shirley who was frustrated by Mitzi's calm demeanor and tried a different tact. Sipping her drink she sent a long inquiring look at Mitzi over the rim of her glass. "Be sure to keep that same fetching shade of bleached blonde when we fight." Adding with a catty purr, "The yellow tinge is perfect with the pallor of your skin but doesn't it turn brassy green under the studio lights?"

Mitzi snickered and raised her voice so others would hear. " Why Shirley MacLaine! I'm surprised. You should be the last one I'd to bring up hair color. Who do you fuck to get away using that gawd-awful henna rinse? It makes your head look like a lit match." Her name being broadcast aloud like that made Shirley's hands shake and she blushed. She kicked her chair away and got to her feet. "Gaynor, you fat cow! You'll have to wear a wig to the party, Bitch! I'll snatch your blonde hair out by its dark roots." "Try it you shapeless slut," Mitzi snarled as she came to her feet to face her.

Meanwhile, back in the back room, after Shirley returned to the restaurant to wait for Mitzi, Gretchen had turned her attention to Nikki who was only barely aware of what was going on. She opened Nikki's jacket and eyed her firm little breasts under the sheer blouse. "Hard nipples. You are aroused aren't you?" She dragged her to a wooden armchair and put her on her back on the seat, folded her knees against her chest and pushed her ass under the back. Her knees were pinned by the back as her ass stuck out behind. Using leather straps she kept there for such occasions, Gretchen pulled Nikki's unresisting arms down and tied them to the legs and her ankles to the back. A strap around her waist under the seat finished the job. She stepped back, opened the Champagne with a loud "POP" and poured two glasses. She lifted one in a toast and smiled, "To our negotiation."

Nikki shook her head as she slowly came out of her stupor. When she realized her situation she was furious. She glared at Gretchen, "I'll make you wish you never...." She didn't finish as Gretchen slapped her face. "The only thing I want to hear is 'Yes Ma'am' or 'No Ma'am' understand?" Nikki tasted blood inside her lip and frightened her. No one knew where she was and her expression made Gretchen's lips curl in a cruel grin. She hit Nikki in the side leaving her breathless. She gagged and choked as Gretchen pulled her jacket down her arms and unbuttoned her blouse exposing the lace bra. She blushed as Gretchen released the front clasp, laid the cups back and grabbed her small, firm breasts, pinching the hard nipples and twisting. "Do I have your attention?" "Untie me right now, Nikki gasped, "and I won't press charges." Her voice cracked and she felt more like a scared schoolgirl than an ex-policewoman. She'd never been in such a position but what really worried her was, in spite of the danger, she was sexually aroused.

Gretchen sipped her bubbly then leaned over and slapped Nikki's breasts back and forth.. It was unexpected and despite her wish to be strong, she yelped in pain. Moving behind her, Gretchen put her hands on Nikki's ass, squeezed her cheeks then tore off her panties. She put them in her pocket before she pinched Nikki's nose shut. When she opened her mouth to breathe, Gretchen put in a ball gag in and tied it behind her head. "That'll keep you quiet while I talk." She took out a cigar, bit off the tip, spit it on Nikki's flat stomach and lit it. She blew a cloud of smoke in Nikki's face making her cough. "Look, Mitzi wants this," she said tapped the contract, "I want it and Shirley wants it. What's your problem?" Nikki tried to answer through the gag but Gretchen flicked her wrist and lashed Nikki's nipples with the leather strap in her hand. She cried in pain and writhed in the chair. "You were about to lie. Don't ever lie to me!" Nikki tried to get her breath as tears filled her eyes. She shook her head, "Ah wahent...." Gretchen slashed her breasts again. "Another lie." Nikki kept silent, afraid to give the redhead a reason to hurt her again.

Nikki having learned that lesson, Gretchen moved to the next part of her training. "If you're ready to sign nod." Nikki shook her head resolutely and the big redhead grinned. "Good. Stubborn's more fun." She walked around the chair, running her fingers across Nikki's ass. The blond trembled as Gretchen went behind the chair and ogled her firm ass wedged between the seat and chair back. She whipped her with the leather strap until the pale skin was criss-crossed with dark welts. Nikki jerked and bucked, her struggles making it hard to breathe. Gretchen bent and put her cheek to Nikki's ass, feeling the heat. "Enjoy it? Some girls get off on it. I hope you're one." Nikki tried to curse and although the gag muffled her words, Gretchen knew what it meant and was glad she still resisted.

Nikki's legs were spread to expose her bulging pussy and that's where Gretchen struck next. The pain of the leather straps slashing blow was incredible. Even gagged the scream may have been heard in the restaurant but nobody paid attention to screams there. She passed out from the pain.

Gretchen raised her glass, took an sip and then drizzled Champagne on the rosy pussy. While Nikki began to stir, Gretchen refilled her glass and puffed her cigar. She went back to Nikki and ran a finger over her pussy, feeling the heat and Nikki's shiver. It didn't matter if it was fear or desire causing it, Gretchen could use either, or both, to advantage. She swung the strap where Nikki could see. "Gonna sign?" Nikki shook her head again, slowly, a good sign for Gretchen who snapped her arm and cracked the strap on her throbbing pussy again. The chair rocked from her powerful reaction and she moaned and began to shake in shock from the pain. Gretchen aimed well and Nikki hadn't fainted this time. Things would go faster if Nikki stayed awake.

Gretchen brushed the hair from Nikki's eyes, wiped her tears and dragged the strap over her breasts, over each nipple, around the base of each, then between them down to her heaving belly. "I can stay all night," she whispered. "I'll redden you from head to toe with my strap. But we can't leave Mitzi and Shirley alone, they may kill each other." Nikki mumbled something and Gretchen smiled, "What? Are you ready to sign?" Nikki glared at her and Gretchen knew she was trying to figure a way out of her dilemma.

Tied hand and foot, her butt and pussy whipped and a gag in her mouth, Nikki was still resolute. She shook her head. Gretchen drew on the cigar to get it red hot, flicked the ash and put the glowing end on Nikki's breast. The flesh sizzled as she touched the ember to the sensitive skin. Nikki screamed and squirmed until she passed out, then Gretchen removed her gag and poured Champagne on her to revive her. She waited patiently until the pain ebbed before she asked, "Ready now?" Nikki's lips quivered and her eyes teared but she still shook her head . . . hesitantly. When Gretchen put the cigar near her breast again, however, she surrendered. "WAIT! I'll sign. Oh, Dear Sweet Jesus, please. Don't hurt me any more."

Gretchen bent over the chair and kissed Nikki as she fondled her pussy, wetting her fingers with her prisoners juices. She worked two fingers in and moved them expertly, making Nikki moan with pleasure despite her pain. When she had her good and wet she pulled out, put her fingers in her mouth and sucked then she swilled her remaining Champagne, mixing it with Nikki's love juices. She smacking her lips, "Ahhh, a delicious combination." She untied Nikki and helped her up, holding her by the waist for support.

"Sign," Gretchen said as she pushed Nikki's bare belly against the rough table and leaned on her from behind. Nikki looked down at the contract through teary eyes. "Please. I ... I cant." She tried to turn around but the big redhead drove a fist into her doubling her over the table. She put a hand on her back, took the Champagne bottle and with a quick motion, rammed it up between Nikki's open legs, burying the neck in her wet pussy. She cackled as Nikki moaned while she pumped the thick bottle in and out until Nikki exploded with a force that left her draped across the table gasping.

Gretchen laid on Nikki, wrapped her arms around and ground her pelvis on the blonde's butt as she cupped her pert breasts. "I'll give pleasure or pain Nikki. You don't know, but I've been in love with you since we first met. This is your reward for signing. I don't want to hurt you, but if you go back on this, I will. And not just you, Mitzi too. Not like this, but a hundred times worse." She felt Nikki shiver and tried to reassured her. "I don't want to, I'd rather give you pleasure like you can't imagine rather than pain. It'll be your choice. Your actions will show which you want. Mitzi doesn't know what you need, I do. She has no idea how to please a hot little twist like you. I can do things she's never heard of. Maybe I should teach her how to treat you. Why don't you bring her over some time. We can spend a weekend getting to know each other."

Nikki whimpered, "No, please. Stay away from her. She don't understand about this side of my life." Gretchen grinned, "Come home with me tonight. I'll show you that I know exactly what you need." Nikki shook her head, "I can't." In spite of her refusal, however, she was wonderfully alive, sexually aroused and her pussy tingled as it dribbled down the inside of her leg. Gretchen held Nikki close as she signed, then lowered her to the floor where Nikki used the Champagne bottle to satisfy herself again. After a strong climax, Gretchen helped her up, dressed her and took her out to rejoin Shirley and Mitzi.

Just as she brought Nikki out of the back room Gretchen saw Mitzi and Shirley getting into it and she rushed over. "Shirley, don't! We got it!!" Shirley looked at her and grinned. "Good. I can't wait to put Miss Goody-Two-Shoes here in her place. "Gretchen kept her arm around Nikki's waist, holding her close as she kissed her using her tongue. Nikki stood stiffly, face flushed, and let Gretchen paw her. Mitzi watched stunned and disbelieving as her lover-manager let the big woman fondle her.

"This is gonna be some fight," Gretchen chuckled as she gave Nikki a squeeze. She tried to pull away, but Gretchen held her tight and smiled at Shirley who slipped an arm around Mitzi's shoulder to hug her. "Good news Gaynor," Gretchen cackled, "after an intimate chat with me, Nikki saw reason and signed you to box Shirley." She produced the contract triumphantly. "Now you can fight in a ring, not a restaurant. May the best girl win," she added with a wink at Shirley.

Mitzi pulled Nikki away from Gretchen and kissed her. It wasn't until she broke the kiss that she realized Nikki's lip was swollen. She glared at Gretchen. "Did she do that?" she asked, touching it tenderly. Nikki pulled away. "No, of course not. It was just . . . " Gretchen took Nikki's hand in hers and eyed Mitzi. "She bumped it - watching a film of one of Shirley's fights. You know how excited she gets watching a good fight. You must have sat next to her at one? This film of Shirley shows what a real fighter can be" She giggled and gave Nikki's ass a hard smack with her open hand. She flinched and blushed deeply. Mitzi started to say something smart, but then saw how disheveled Nikki's clothes were and that her lipstick had been badly touched up.

She hoped there was an innocent explanation but was wary of something more sinister afoot. She pulled Nikki aside with a sly grin, "I can see how hard you negotiated! Did she go down on you to entice you to sign, or did you do her? Is that it was about? I know you got a strong sex drive, but you're a real bitch sometimes, Nikki." She gasped and shook her head. "Mitzi Gaynor!! Don't be silly. I'm a professional. I don't mix sex with management decisions." Mitzi frowned. "You're a mess." Not wanting her hotheaded lover to start trouble, Nikki kissed her and whispered, "You were hot yourself a minute ago when Gretchen and I came back, so don't get haughty with me." She took Mitzi back to where Gretchen and Shirley were whispering and giggling.

As Nikki carefully sat down, Shirley winked at her. She blushed brightly and Gretchen giggled out loud. Mitzi watched the interplay between them silently, unaware of Nikki's discomfort and unable to understand the humor. She was about to say something when Nikki rose and said, "We should be going. Is our cab here Mitzi?" Mitzi started to explain about the delay when Gretchen pulled Nikki down so hard her breasts bounced and she gave a little yelp of pain as her ass hit the wooden chair. "Stay," she snapped holding Nikki by her arm. "I want to dance." To Mitzi's shock, Nikki allowed Gretchen to drag her to the dance floor where a half dozen lesbian couples were clinching.

She grabbed Nikki's burning ass with both hands and with a quick pull, slammed her pelvic mound against Nikki's. The slim blonde grunted as Gretchen smothered her perky breasts with her big ones. Nikki squirmed uncomfortably as Mitzi watched her with furrowed brow and slitted eyes. Gretchen put her lips to Nikki's ear, "Come home with me tonight. We'll call Frank and tell him the good news, then I'll show you how a strong woman can satisfy you. Frank'll love them settling it with fists. He might give us a bonus."

Nikki was confused. While she feared Gretchen, her domination had aroused and excited her. The conflicting emotions pulled her in opposite directions. She suddenly understood the danger Mitzi was in, having agreed to her boxing without proper training. Now, there was the danger to herself of being swept up in the excitement of Gretchen's overpowering personality. In spite of Gretchen's attention, Nikki tried to think like a manager. Gretchen hadn't taken her hands off her ass since they started and Nikki's head hadn't lifted from Gretchen's broad shoulder. "You know," Gretchen whispered, "Gaynor looks pretty good tonight. You can be proud of what you accomplished. So beautiful, but no real fighting talent, and yet some think she is a top contender. It's quite an achievement for you."

Gretchen moved her hand from Nikki's ass to her breast. She squirmed, but didn't object or resist as Gretchen thumbed the hard nipple through her blouse and taunted her. "See you like it. Bring Mitzi to me tomorrow night. I'll give you each a taste of what I gave you tonight. Then I'll add you both to my stable of girls. You might be a hit in the ring yourself with your looks and my help." Nikki gasped at the thought, but shook her head slowly, "No. I couldn't." But the sigh, and the way she clutched Gretchen closer, revealed more than words about her real feelings." Gretchen grinned. "I watch you when she fights. I can only imagine how you'd climax seeing her tied up - nude - hot and helpless while Shirley works over that magnificent body."

Nikki moaned and bit Gretchen's shoulder as the big redhead pinched her nipple and gave her ass a squeeze, but she shook her head. "I . . . I couldn't betray her trust. She'd never let you, why she doesn't even do it with me. God, I've tried often enough. She says fighting is all the domination she needs but I think she needs something more. I just don't know what to do and it scares me that I'm not fulfilling her needs." Gretchen caressed Nikki's hair, "Leave her needs, and yours, to me. I can develop her latent masochistic tendencies just as I did Shirley's sadistic one. I'm an expert, believe me."

While they danced, Shirley and Mitzi watched from far different viewpoints. She'd been suspicious when they came out of the back room together, but seeing them dance like lovers confirmed something was up. She loved Nikki, seeing her act like one of Gretchen's slutty girlfriends was embarrassing and Shirley's teasing made it unbearable. "Nikki's a hot number. Not much shape, but she shows well." Mitzi's temper flared. "She's got a great figure!" Shirley smiled and shook her head, "No tits, but her ass really responds. Lookit'er squirm whenever Gretch squeezes? I'll squeeze yours too after I beat it in the ring. Until then, you wanna dance?" Shirley ran a toe up Mitzi's leg playfully, teasing her with sexual foreplay. Mitzi knew Shirley was baiting her and wanted to keep her promise to behave, but Shirley was getting to her. "If you can keep up," she snapped. "But I'm not sure it's a good idea in a place like this. What if we're recognized?"

Shirley giggled. "Relax, these people are OK. We come here after fights and let our hair down. The manager only lets in one's she trusts. There's no gossiping. They are in the closet and can't talk about where they've been." Shirley stood up, took Mitzi's hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. "Follow me," she whispered. Mitzi jerked her hand free. "Uh-uh. You follow me. I'm the dancer, you're the never-was." Shirley didn't reply, just grabbed Mitzi around the waist and held her tight. She tried to get Mitzi's hand, but the blonde rebelled. "I said I'll lead," she snapped and reversed hands. Each tried to lead until Shirley finally shoved Mitzi away and snapped, "Fuck this. I'm tired of you, your bitch manager and your games. You and that slut Nikki go on home and train hard. I don't to hear any excuses after I beat your eyes shut. It won't be like your last few fights, luck won't save you this time."

"I'd rather be home with Nikki than dancing with you, bitch" Mitzi snapped. "I'd show her how grateful I am for her having confidence that I'll kick your ass. Now get your filthy ass away from me," she pushed Shirley and turned to find Nikki. "Nobody pushes me," Shirley screamed, "especially an overweight, out-of-work, has-been like you." Mitzi's temper flared. MGM had just dropped her contract she was particularly sensitive to being called "has been." Although sure she'd sign with another studio soon, Shirley shouting it out in public stung. Without thinking, she lashed out and slapped her with a sound audible over the music. Shirley gasped and answered with one of her own.

Nikki and Gretchen stopped dancing when they saw what was happening. "Damn, I better break that up," Nikki said, starting toward them, but Gretchen took her arm and led her back to their table. "No, I wanna watch. Shirley bet me she could take Gaynor in two minutes." Astonished, Nikki looked and saw her wide-eyed excitement. She looked back just as Mitzi landed two crisp slaps that sent Shirley staggering back holding her cheek. As Shirley rocked back on her heels, Mitzi tried to power her backward but Shirley recovered, grabbed Mitzi's arm, and spun her around. "Hold on! I'm not gonna wait. Nobody hits me and gets away with it." She slapped Mitzi; then they crashed together, pushing and shoving in a test of strength. Their breasts crushed together, their legs and arms straining. Their thighs touched, and they could feel the heat of the other's through the cloth. Flushed cheeks brushed, then touched as their heads came together. Their bodies twisted, straining together, almost still, then slowly shaking.

At first, Mitzi seemed to have an advantage, but then Shirley gave a hard push and Mitzi had to step back. She tried to open her stance, like Shirley, but the tight dress gave her no room. And although, her high heels made them seem equal in height, they caused the blonde trouble as she tried to plant her feet. Mitzi bent her knees and struggled on, trying to right herself. Struggling and gasping, the blonde yielded with another strong shove. Shirley whispered, "I've got you now. I'm gonna push you off this floor, then out of Hollywood. I'm better than you; everyone knows it."

They teetered back and forth, but with each change of position, Mitzi was at more of a disadvantage. Slowly but surely, Shirley forced her back. Mitzi took a step back to create room, then resumed the struggle. Both women's faces were flushed with their effort, but despite using all her strength, Mitzi lost ground steadily. Desperate to turn the tide now, she pulled one hand free and drove her fist hard into Shirley's ribs, causing her to grunt. But then angry the redhead responded, punching her own fist deep into Mitzi's stomach. The blonde dropped her hands, and Shirley stepped in close with a jarring uppercut. It buckled Mitzi's knees and opened her up. Taking advantage, the raging redhead threw a straight left to Mitzi's eye then a hard right that bloodied her nose. She was spun back and sprawled over a table sending patrons and dishes scattering.

Shirley, seemly in a rage, followed her, grabbed two handfuls of Mitzi's hair, drug her off the table and turned her around to face her . Mitzi looked frightened and touched her nose. Seeing the blood, she put a hand up in a "stop" signal but Shirley just grabbed her arm shoved Mitzi backward. Mitzi's heel broke off and she almost fell, but back was slammed into the wall. Her head hit hard and she froze in place. Shirley grabbed her hair and her Mitzi's arms dropped to her sides. "You're finished bitch," Shirley snarled, "but I'm just getting started." She stood in front of the bleeding dancer. Taking careful aim she drove another punch low and deep into the blondes small belly.

Mitzi started to go down, but Shirley took hold of the front of her dress, whipped her limp foe around and threw her on the table. The dress' straps broke and Shirley peeled the dress all the way down to Mitzi's waist along with the thin, sheer bra she had on beneath it. A luscious pair of firm breasts jiggled sexily as she landed flat on her back. She arched her body and tried to use her knees to push Shirley away, but the redhead slipped between her legs and used her weight to bare down, pinning Mitzi to the table. Gretchen kissed Nikki and laughed. "Looks like Gaynor bit off more'n she can chew this time," she said with a smile as Shirley got her hands around Mitzi throat and choked her. Nikki could see the panic in her lover's eyes as she kicked her legs so wildly that her dress split down the seams as she twisted and writhed trying to throw Shirley off.

Not wanting Mitzi to lock her powerful legs, Shirley released her throat, clasped her hands together over her head in a "double ax-handle" and drove them down with all the force she could muster. They slammed into Mitzi's belly and the shock froze her momentarily. Shirley grinned at seeing the surprise, confusion and fear in Mitzi's eyes. She reared back and drove her doubled fists into Mitzi's stomach again. She added a third and then a fourth, each blow sinking in deeper than the one before it. The fisting knocked all the breath and, indeed the fight, out of Mitzi. Her shapely legs opened and dangled limp over the edge of the table.