These stories are entirely fictitious accounts of fights that may have taken place in an alternate universe in the mid-1950's between Hollywood personalities. Contains descriptions of nudity, lesbianism and violence.
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Mitzi in Hollywood: Chapter 23: Mitzi's Victory Party by Kim and Ginny

Mitzi, Nikki, Cyd and Ethel were still getting dressed up to make a grand entrance. For the others it just meant changing into a nice dress and putting on make-up. For Mitzi, it was ice bags on the many bumps and bruises on her usually pretty face and pancake makeup to hide the scrapes and bruises. So the party was already in full swing by the time the champion, her manager, trainer and retinue arrived to join the festivities. Suddenly, the door flew open and Ethel Merman strode dramatically into the room. She was grandly carrying Mitzi's 'World Champion' belt over her head like an emperor returning to Rome with the head of a slain enemy. Behind Ethel on one side was Cyd Charisse and on the other, Mitzi. Several steps behind looking sullen and glum came Nikki Spade, Mitzi's former manager and still her lover.

Polite applause greeted Mitzi but as Frank looked around the room, the first thought that came to mind was a pack of wolves eyeing a new-born calf. Mitzi was going to have a hard time holding onto the title she'd won by a fluke of luck and Frank decided he wasn't going to do anything to make life easy for her. Ethel walked right up to Frank and hugged him as Mitzi and Cyd looked on self-consciously. There was a little bit of polite applause and, as Nikki looked around the room, she realized most of those clapping were the sycophants and suck-ups who invariably kissed Frank's ring and the ass of whoever happened to hold the belt. It didn't reassure her that all of Mitzi's 'top rivals' seemed to be licking their chops as they watched the new champion pay a courtesy call at Frank's table.

After paying the obligatory obeisance to Frank, the four women walked over and sat at the table nearest Frank's head table. As they settled in, several other managers came over to congratulate Ethel but noticeable in her absence was Rita's manager, Marge Danzer. Gretchen explained as she shook Ethel's hand that Marge was at the hospital with Rita. Mitzi asked how Rita was and seemed sad when Gretchen told her Rita's knee injury would take several months to heal completely.

Then Gretchen turned to Nikki and told her in front of Ethel and Cyd that she'd been smart to throw the towel in at the moment she did, "That's what won the fight for Mitzi. Rita would have kept beating on her until she couldn't continue just like she did to Mansfield."

"That's ridiculous!" Cyd snapped. "Mitzi was fighting back. If that stupid little bitch hadn't thrown in the towel, she could have won the first fall. Now everyone thinks she was lucky to win the fight because Rita got hurt. I'm sorry, but that stunt has cost Mitzi credibility. Lookit those vultures, they all think she's a weak champion and it's all HER fault!" Cyd said, jabbing her finger into Nikki's chest.

Nikki's face flushed deep red as Cyd poked her chest. She had to take a step back to regain her balance as Cyd jabbed at her. Then she swung her hand and slapped Cyd's hand away, raised her own finger and shook it in Cyd's face. "Don't you ever push me again, you stupid woman," Nikki screamed, wagging her finger right under Cyd's nose as everyone stopped talking and turned to look at the two women.

"If I hadn't thought fast and thrown in the towel Mitzi could’ve been badly hurt. You two are so wrapped up in winning that belt for YOURSELVES you haven't thought about Mitzi. Why for two cents I'd ....."

SMAAACK!

Nikki didn't get to finish the sentence because Cyd slapped her so hard she went sprawling on her butt in the middle of the dance floor. As she landed, Nikki rolled onto her back, her long legs flew up in the air and her dress slid down her slender legs and bunched up around her narrow hips. Everyone in the room got a good look at her small, tight butt, her white cotton panties and the nylons clipped to her garter belt. One shoe flew off as Nikki rocked back upright, sitting with her legs spread and rubbing her cheek on the floor at Cyd's feet. But not for long!

As Nikki sat in wide-eyed shock, Cyd reached down, wrapped a length of Nikki's long, blond hair in her fist, then grunted as she hauled Nikki off the floor. The slim blonde squealed and grabbed Cyd's hand in her hair as Cyd hauled her up. Nikki's squeals died in her throat, however, as Cyd swung her fist from her hip and buried it deep in Nikki's soft, round belly. Mitzi, standing beside Cyd was splattered by Nikki's saliva as the air flew out her from the force of Cyd's fist. Instinctively, Mitzi started to wipe her face and that's when Cyd took Nikki by the hair and elbow and threw her a good ten feet. Nikki hit the floor on her chest and skidded a good five or six feet, coming to an abrupt stop when her head banged into the bandstand.

A loud "oooooooooh" echoed through the silent ballroom as Cyd turned to put her purse on the table, then stalked off toward Nikki who was trying to push herself up with her arms. Poor Nikki's wobbly legs just couldn't stay under her as her stockinged foot slipped and slid on the waxed floor. She'd get halfway up, then her foot would shoot out and she'd fall on her breasts which had been exposed when her dress pulled down below her breasts as she skidded along the floor. Mitzi hurried after Cyd, grabbing her arm to try to stop her before she hurt Nikki, but Ethel intercepted her and pulled her aside.

"No Mitzi, don't interfere," Ethel said sternly as her fingernails dug into Mitzi's arm. "You might as well let ‘em work this out right here and now. That bitch Nikki's been asking for a whippin' for weeks an’ I guess Cyd's finally fed up with her and her high-and-mighty ways. You just stand here with me an’ don't get caught in the middle."

Mitzi watched with tears in her eyes as Nikki tried to get up to fight back, but Cyd strode resolutely over and swung her long, strong dancer's leg. Her foot slammed into the blonde's flat belly and the impact lifted Nikki's body into the air and flipped her over. She hit the floor on her back and drew her knees up as she clutched her stomach and moaned. Mitzi thought Nikki was going to throw up as Cyd grabbed one ankle and started to drag Nikki away from the bandstand as the musicians watched with bemused grins.

Once Cyd pulled Nikki well back from the bandstand, she dropped her leg and kicked her in the stomach again, bringing a loud grunt from the gasping blonde who rolled over and curled up in a fetal ball. Mitzi grimaced in sympathy for her lover's pain and looked at Ethel with eyes pleading for permission to go help the writhing blonde. Ethel ignored Mitzi's silent plea but her sharp nails dug into her protégé's forearm as she watched Cyd haul Nikki to her feet using a handful of disheveled blond hair.

Nikki quickly came upright at Cyd's less than gently urging, looking dazed and disoriented as she tottered unsteadily on rubbery legs, her condition made far worse because she only had on one of her high heels, the other lost early in the scuffle. Nikki had one hand on her churning stomach and with the other she was trying, unsuccessfully, to hold her torn dress over her breasts. Cyd drew back her fist and smiled wickedly as she swung her arm in a big circle and then...

THUMP!

Pounded Nikki just a little below the smooth, round curve of her belly. Nikki's knees buckled and splayed apart, then her slender body slowly folded forward over Cyd's forearm. Cyd caught Nikki under the arms, heaved her more or less upright and then...

THUD!!

Drove her knee into Nikki's pubic mound! The blonde let out a shrill squeal and dropped to the floor writhing and groveling around in pain at Cyd's feet as the dancer stood over her with a smug little grin on her lips. Just as Cyd reached down to pull Nikki up for some more punishment, someone grabbed her arm. Cyd straightened up, her eyes flashing to confront this upstart who dared challenge her authority over Nikki. Cyd's face fell as she looked into the cold, blue eyes of Doris Day!

"That's enough Cyd. She's no threat to you anymore...if she ever was. Let her be, OK?" Doris said in a low, even tone that sent shivers down Mitzi's spine as she heard it.

Cyd swallowed hard and took a step back, putting distance between herself and the burly blonde singer. Cyd nodded and muttered, "OK" as she turned her back on Day. Then she kicked Nikki in the ass, sending her body skittering across the bare wood dance floor.

"Get out of here you stupid slut," Cyd yelled as she stepped up and kicked her again. "Go home and wait for me. I'll finish this when we get home. I'm not done with you."

"Yes you are," Doris said as she stepped between Cyd and the cringing Nikki. "She got your message loud and clear. Now let it drop or you'll answer to me. Understand?"

Cyd looked at Doris, then back at Nikki who had already started crawling toward the door. Cyd snorted, spun on her heel and walked quickly back to her table with her back ramrod stiff and her nose in the air. She picked up her purse and waved to a waiter, calling for a glass of champagne. Doris looked at Nikki who had struggled to her feet, her body bent over holding her belly as she limped out the door to the street clutching her torn dress to her bosom. Doris shrugged and turned back to rejoin her friends at their table.

Mitzi started to go after Nikki, but Ethel pulled her back, whispering, "Stop it! You're the champion now. You can't leave your own victory party to chase some bimbo who should have known better than to shoot off her mouth shut in front of Cyd. If there's anything that makes Cyd more nervous than a dyke, it's one with a big mouth and your girlfriend is a mouthy bitch. Now get a drink and let's circulate so everyone can get a good look at my championship belt."

Mitzi watched with tears in her eyes as the door closed behind Nikki. She realized Ethel was right, she needed to stay and let everyone see she was fit and ready to defend her title against all challengers, but her heart wanted to be with her lover to console her on her humiliation at Cyd's cruel hands. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and followed Ethel and Cyd as they waded into the crowd to accept the congratulations from their counterparts on their successful quest for the title.

As Mitzi received the congratulations of her peers, she saw that several of them, notably Kim Novak and the young Julie Newmar were unable to hide their disdain for the new champion. Novak, in particular, came right out and challenged Mitzi to her first title defense. Before Mitzi could open her mouth to answer, Ethel stepped in and told Kim to talk to her, not Mitzi. Then she turned her back on Novak and walked away leaving the busty blonde gaping!

Mitzi wandered through the party as if sleepwalking. Later, she'd remember bits and pieces, snatches of conversation with this woman or that, but no coherent picture of anything after Nikki was attacked and humiliated by Cyd. On the way home in the taxi, Ethel had snuggled close to Mitzi, kissing and fondling 'her champion.' Cyd, sat against the far door, her back turned as she stared out the window, only snorting occasionally when Mitzi or Ethel said something she found distasteful.

By the time they reached Cyd's house, Mitzi was fully aroused and excited as she always was after Ethel got her hands on her.

The three drank quite a bit and were feeling no pain as they stumbled and staggered, arm in arm, up the sidewalk to the front door. Mitzi leaned on Ethel as Cyd unlocked the door and pushed it open. Ethel walked in carrying Mitzi's new championship belt, followed by Cyd. Behind them came Mitzi, the one who'd worked hardest, yet got the least recognition for her efforts. Ethel put her arm round Mitzi's tiny waist and hugged her as they stumbled up the stairs to Ethel's bedroom, which until her arrival had been Mitzi and Nikki's!

At the top of the stairs, Cyd broke off and headed to her room, not deigning to look back as Ethel pulled and tugged Mitzi toward her room. Just as Ethel had gotten the mildly resisting Mitzi to her door, Nikki appeared in the hallway wearing only a brief silk chemise. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at Ethel with her hand on Mitzi's full, firm butt as she tried to steer her into her bedroom.

"Mitzi," Nikki called, stamping her foot impatiently on the floor. "Our room's down HERE, remember?"

Mitzi spun around and might have fallen if Ethel hadn't caught her under the arms, her hands clutching Mitzi's big, round, soft breasts as she helped her back upright. Mitzi smiled giddily at Nikki as her body sagged into Ethel's embrace. Nikki came striding angrily down the hall toward Ethel who was pulling and tugging at Mitzi trying to drag her into her bedroom. Just as Ethel got Mitzi through the door and was trying to close it, Nikki came bursting in, flinging the door aside. She stood with her hands on her hips, her long, lean legs spread and her chin jutting defiantly.

"Let her go Ethel," Nikki snarled. "She don't belong to you; she's my girlfriend."

Ethel tossed Mitzi onto the bed where she sprawled in an alcoholic haze. She'd been celebrating her victory, downing far too many drinks at Ethel's urging, trying to drown the memories of Nikki's humiliating humbling at Cyd's hands, or so Ethel told her.

"Get back to your room and leave us alone," Ethel said as she tantalizingly reached behind her and slowly unzipped her dress. "We got some celebrating and you're just gonna be in the way...darlin'."

Nikki stepped into the room and shook her head slowly, "I'm not going anywhere Ethel. Not without Mitzi. Come on honey, let's get you to bed," she said, reaching for Mitzi's arm.

Ethel dropped her dress and stepped out of it. Stepping forward quickly, the former wrestler grabbed Nikki's arm and yanked her away from the shocked and slightly befuddled Mitzi. Nikki instinctively resorted to the only move she remembered from the rudimentary police training she'd received during her brief stint on the force. She grabbed Ethel's wrist, twisted and turned her hip into Ethel. The Broadway actress sailed through the air and landed heavily on her back, knocking the wind out of her. Ethel rolled over and got to one knee screaming, "CYD! Get your ass in here, I need to see you for a minute."

Cyd had just kicked off her shoes in her bedroom where and was about to turn on the radio to cover the disgusting sounds of lesbian sex that always came from Ethel's room whenever she had Mitzi in there. Cyd couldn't wait to get away from Ethel, whom she considered a disgusting old perverted degenerate, but she couldn't just walk out when the old woman wielded so much clout in the business. She was also anxious to be relieved of her responsibility to help train Mitzi, whom she at least respected as a dancer and someone who worked hard enough that she had become a respectable fighter through hard work, despite her lack of any real 'killer instinct'.

When she heard Ethel screaming for her, Cyd heaved a sigh, wondering if she expected her to hold Mitzi down for her or something else she would refuse to get involved in no matter what it cost her career. Wearing just her bra and a half slip, Cyd being naturally shy, started to go to her closet for her robe. Then she changed her mind and headed down the hall to Ethel's room in her stocking feet to shut her up so she could take a shower and get to bed.

Cyd was shocked when she walked in and saw Ethel in a strapless bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. She was face to face with Nikki who was wearing her old, badly worn chenille bathrobe and fuzzy slippers. They both had their fist clenched, but when Cyd came in, Nikki turned away from Ethel and backed slowly back against the wall, her wide eyes wide wearing what Cyd was sure was a look of fear, especially after she'd handled her so easily at the party. Even though Cyd had a bit to drink since then, she was confident she could deal with Nikki - if necessary.

"Get her out of here Cyd," Ethel snapped. "She's ruining my celebration. Put her in her room."

Cyd sighed and shook her head sadly as she walked toward Nikki, "Come on, I don't mind hurting you, but I won't if you come along like a good little girl." When Cyd took hold of her arm, Nikki used the same move she had on Ethel. She grabbed Cyd's wrist and twisted as she turned her hip into the dancer. The next thing Nikki knew, she was looking up at Ethel from her butt on the floor. Cyd was standing behind her, still holding her arm. Cyd added a handful of hair to the arm, then hauled the squeaking Nikki to her feet.

"You sure you want her in her room?" Cyd asked Nikki as she levered Nikki's arm up between her shoulder blades, forcing the blonde onto her toes wincing in pain. "I could take her out in the street and throw her bony ass in the gutter just as easy. Then we'd be rid of her for good. Long as she's under this roof she's not going to stop. She'll keep arguing about the way I train your bimbo, so let's get rid of her once and for all."

Ethel smiled, "Now that's a capital idea. Don't even give her time to pack her clothes, toss her out just as she is. We'll send your stuff to you tomorrow, dearie," she told the incredulous Nikki. "Now get her out of here Cyd."

As Cyd turned the struggling Nikki toward the door, Mitzi mumbled, "Don't go Nik...."

Tears welled in Nikki's eyes at the sound and she looked at Ethel, "P...please Ethel. Let me stay. I...I'll behave, I promise. I can't live without Mitzi." Ethel took a moment to think and then she sighed. "Cyd, let her go and take Mitzi to her room and put her to bed. Poor things just all tuckered out, what with that fight and all the booze I poured into her. I'll deal with her tomorrow."

Cyd let Nikki's arm go and went to the bed. She took Mitzi by the arm and easily pulled her to her feet, put her arm around her waist and began to carry/drag her down the hall to the bedroom she shared with Nikki. When Nikki turned to go with Mitzi, Ethel halted her in her tracks. "Not you, dearie!" she snapped at Nikki, her eyes flashing venomously. "You stay right here. We have to get something straight between us if I'm going to allow you to stay with your beloved Mitzi."

"Oh....OK," Nikki sighed as she watched Cyd drag Mitzi's slumping body into the bedroom. When Cyd came out alone and went into her own bedroom, Nikki's body untensed as she slowly relaxed, turning back to face Ethel. "Whatever you say," she sighed with a pout. "Guess I don't have any other choice now."

"That's right," Ethel said with a tight smile as she moved closer. "You don't. We both know Mitzi's wanted to win this title for years. I got it for her - after you failed to - there's no way she'd give all that up and run off with a little tart like you. But," Ethel said as she reached up and ran her fingertips over Nikki’s lips, "if you behave and keep this pretty mouth shut until I tell you to open it, we'll all be satisfied. You'll have your Mitzi and I'll have my champion."

"What about Cyd?" Nikki asked, cringing back from Ethel’s touch. "What’s she get from this? I don't think she's interested in anyone but herself."

"Very perceptive," Ethel said as her fingers moved lower and toyed with the belt of Nikki's robe. "She's not like us. I don't she's been with another woman - or has any interest in them. But she's ambitious. She never could win the title herself, but she thinks she can train other girls - like Mitzi - to win it. Tonight was a feather in her cap. A few successful title defenses," Ethel smiled as she tugged the knot and the belt slipped open, "and she'll be able to sign up a lot of eager young women and start her own stable."

Nikki gasped and quickly clutched the robe to her body, her eyes widening. She tried to pull away but Ethel held onto the belt and jerked the slender blonde up short. "Take off the robe," Ethel said in a hoarse whisper. "Now!"

"WHAT?" Nikki gasped, pulling the loose cloth tighter around her slim body. "I will NOT, you crazy old dyke. I'm telling Mitzi about this in the morning, then we're leaving." She spun around and with her proud head thrown back, headed for the hall.

Ethel closed the distance between them in a flash, grabbed the back of Nikki's robe and yanked. Nikki toppled over backward with a surprised yelp. Once again, her long legs flashed up into the air as Ethel whipped the robe off of her naked body as she hit the floor on her back.

"You stay right here, dearie," Ethel snarled as she put her foot on Nikki’s chest. "I'm not done talking yet." Tossing the robe on the bed, Ethel glared down at the blonde who was struggling to catch her breath with Ethel's foot on her chest, "I told you Mitzi isn't going anywhere and if you try to cause trouble between me and her, it's the last you'll ever see of her. You have my word on it. You so much as try to drive a wedge between us and I'll tell her you made a pass at ME. And Cyd will swear she saw it...as will a dozen other of my friends. She'll believe them, too, you can bank on that. If you want to keep playing house with Frank's champion, you have to keep me satisfied."

Ethel was rubbing her pussy as she spoke, leaving Nikki with no doubt about her meaning. She removed her foot, walked over and locked the bedroom door, then stepped over Nikki as she went to the bed. There, she slowly undressed as Nikki sat up and watched wide-eyed. When Ethel got naked she sat on the end of the bed, spread her legs and crooked her finger at Nikki.

"It's time to decide," Ethel purred sexily. "You wanna stay here with Mitzi or shall I have Cyd throw your skinny naked behind out in the street. Well?"

With an audible sigh, Nikki nodded her head and murmured, "Alright, you win."

When Nikki tried to get up, Ethel snapped, "NO!" A cruel smile curling the corners of her mouth as she emphatically pointed at the floor, "On your hands and knees like a bitch. If I'm gonna let you curl up at my feet, you're gonna crawl to me on all fours like a stray mutt off the streets. And make it fast, I'm getting wet just looking at you on your knees!"

Nikki couldn't believe her ears! First Gretchen, now Ethel. Was every manager in Frank's league some kind of sexual dominant? With tears in her eyes, Nikki crawled to Ethel on her hands and knees, stopping with her head between her spread knees, looking up with her hair over her eyes. Ethel, seeing Nikki's submission, reached out and stroked her head the way she would a disobedient puppy who'd reluctantly come to heel. Then she ran her hand up her pussy, coating it liberally with her juices before she held it in front of Nikki's face.

After a moment’s hesitation, Nikki stuck out her tongue, tasting Ethel's pussy for the first time. Ethel grabbed a handful of blonde hair and roughly jerked Nikki's face to her and wrapped her thick thighs around her head to hold her. Nikki began to lick with well-schooled skill; swirling her tongue deep into Ethel’s pussy, finding her hard clit and sucking it noisily just as she did Mitzi's and Gretchen's.

Ethel leaned back on the bed, her hands under her breasts, her thumb and fingers pulling and tweaking her nipples as she squirmed happily. Ethel held out a lot longer than Nikki expected, or wanted, seeming to deliberately withhold her orgasm merely to increase Nikki's humiliation. When she came, Ethel came hard, bucking and crying as her muscular legs squeezed Nikki's head until she thought her eyeballs would pop.

When Ethel finally released her head, Nikki slumped back on her heels, her hands on her thighs, her mouth open gasping for air. From the corners of her mouth, the overflow from Ethel's orgasm dribbled down her chin. Nikki wiped her mouth with the back of her hand in disgust and once more started to stand up, reaching for her robe. But Ethel grabbed her wrist and pulled her head and shoulders over the foot of the bed.

"No, don't go," she said softly. "It wouldn't be right to send you back to Mitzi like this. She’s sound asleep by now and in your condition. . . . Besides, I want to get something straight between us and I haven't... yet! Just stay right there on your knees, I'll be right with you."

Ethel rolled over and opened the drawer of her night table. She took out a strap-on dildo and stood up, buckling it around her waist as she strutted around the bed to where Nikki was kneeling on the floor. As Nikki saw what Ethel had in mind, she shook her head and whispered, "Please... no!" But Ethel just laughed as she dropped to her knees and grabbed Nikki's hips with both hands.

"Hold on," she chuckled. "You're in for a long and bumpy ride!"