"Hear that, we can finally relax, I need a rest," Linda Evans said as she walked to a plush sofa and dropped down.

"Of course you do dear, blondes are weaker, less vibrant and by far less beautiful," Joan Collins sniped as she watched her rival stretch out her long legs. Joan stepped around behind Linda, leaning over her shoulder to study the beautiful full breasts bulging out of the top of her low-cut, light blue evening gown. She bit her lip and fought the impulse to reach down and grab two handfuls of silky blonde hair or firm breasts; maybe both! The two catty soap opera divas had been at each others throat most of the day; to the delight of the crew who were hoping to get to see a real catfight, not a staged one. DING-DONG! Loud chimes echoed through the beautiful house.

"What the hell? Everybody's left. Who can that be?" Linda said. "I mean, this is a set, not a real house."

Irritated, but intrigued, Linda started to get up but Joan put her hands on Linda's shoulders, firmly pushing her bottom back down into the soft cushions; even resting them there briefly to knead the knotted muscles at the base of Linda's neck.

"Sit, stay!" Joan commanded firmly, as if talking to a dog; grinning as she felt Linda's body soften and relax. "I'll get it. After all, it could be important. We do get messages delivered and occasional visitors....darling," Joan cooed, her eyes blazing with mischief, as she gave Linda's head a pat and turned toward the door. "Oh, and by the way dear, I'm leaving. See you tomorrow," Joan chirped trying not to laugh as she walked across the large elegant living room set to the huge ornate front door. The chimes ding-donged again, the musical tone filling the huge mansion with its music.

Linda kicked off her heels and flexed her sore feet, rubbed her soles in the thick plush carpet. She and Joan both enjoyed the plush, beautiful mansion and grounds that was the set for Dynasty and she closed her eyes as she heard Joan talking to the unknown and unexpected arrival.

"Hmmmm, a woman's voice," she thought. "And it sounds strangely familiar; but soft and low, almost a whisper.

"Oh Linda!" Joan called with an unexpectedly cheery lilt in her voice. "You'd better come here dear, it's a message for you."

Then Joan's voice trailed off and Linda heard her irritating laugh, a hurried whisper and then silence before the door closed. Linda sighed, pushed herself to her feet and walked toward the door. When she saw the familiar face and figure, she stopped in her tracks!

"You! What are you doing here? I thought I was getting a message," Linda said her tone revealing anger, frustration, surprise and a bit of nervousness.

"Well, Linda DEAR," Raquel Welch purred cattily. "I just wanted to come visit you and deliver a couple of messages from some of my friends," the lovely Raquel said as she walked slowly, deliberately, toward the tall busty blonde.

Linda tensed for the rapidly approaching Raquel seemed as angry as she was beautiful. She wore a low-cut, short, tight red dress and heels and had a beautiful jeweled necklace around her neck that draped deep down into her full breasts. As she moved with catlike grace, Raquel balled her fingers into fists, then flexed them open again. Her full beautiful lips curled in a snarl as she continued to stride toward Linda with firm, purposeful steps.

"Wha...What the hell do you want?" Linda asked. "You'd better just tell me and go - right now," Linda warned as she studied Raquel's beautiful, anger filled eyes.

Linda suddenly recalled Joan's threat a week earlier after they'd filmed another of their catfight scene. Linda had taken a few liberties both during the takes and then later in their dressing room; working Joan over with slaps, punches and vicious hair pulls besides squeezing and mauling her breasts both through her clothes in front of the camera and beneath what remained of her clothing when they were alone. Linda seemed to take particular joy in slipping her hands under Joan's bra to pinch her nipples and once she'd pulled Joan's thick, lush bush in one fight scene they had done when her hand 'accidentally' ended up between Joan's legs.

"Stop it!" Joan had growled. "...or I'll have one of my friends give you some much needed payback!"

Linda had laughed at Joan's threat, "Go ahead, send me anyone. I love to fight, and I've beaten all my rivals and challengers," Linda boasted.

The beautiful blonde took a step back and swallowed hard, worried her boast would prove her undoing. Linda had never fought Raquel but the tigress's catfighting exploits were legendary. Linda looked around nervously; everyone was gone.

"Lets have some fun, Linda hon," Raquel taunted as she stopped, stepped out of her heels and licked her lips.

Raquel stared at the beautiful blonde who was soon to feel her wrath. Linda's silky lustrous platinum blonde hair was perfectly in place, every strand. Her beautiful face, gorgeous eyes, sensuous lips all made her a most desirable beauty for messing up. Raquel's eyes took in the blondes chest. Linda, seeing Raquel's lustful gaze, felt her nipples swell and grow hard as they came fully erect, pushing against the front of her silky evening gown as if eager for battle. Raquel wondered if Linda was wearing a bra because if she was, it would be added fun when she wrapped it around her neck to lead her around the set like her personal little puppy...or maybe she'd tie her up with it, something Raquel had done to the vaunted Mitzi Gaynor the night she'd humbled her in front of a thousand screaming fans.

Raquel automatically assumed victory would be hers; it had been in the past and she couldn't wait to deliver the message to Linda for so many women.

"Grrrrrrrrw....Yaieeeeeee!" Linda charged toward Raquel full-blast, hoping to get the advantage but the brown-haired beauty coolly waited to the last second, then sidestepped and snapped her leg out. Linda screamed in pain as she sprawled face-first on the carpet.

"My, my, dear Linda. You look a little flustered, you slow clumsy broad," Raquel taunted as she walked over, lifted her leg and stomped down on her rival's butt. "But nice ass anyway, blondie," Raquel teased. "Now get up an' let's dance," Raquel snarled, grabbing a double handful of silky soft platinum blonde hair which she used to jerk the wailing Dynasty diva to her feet.

"Ungggh!" the gasping moan was Raquel's surprised acknowledgment of Linda's elbow that smashed across her breasts to knock her backward. In a flash, the big blonde had Raquel in a headlock, twisting her head and pulling her around as she yanked hair and ripped at the front of her dress until the top half of the red dress was in tatters at Raquel's waist and her overstuffed red lace bra was exposed.

"If my fans could see me now; kicking Raquel Welch's foxy little ass," Linda chortled as she swung the screaming, snarling, brunette tigress around the room.

"Say again Welch? What WERE those messages? And from who?" Linda laughed as she ran forward, dragging her lovely captive, then she slammed to a halt and gave Raquel's gorgeous derriere a kick that sent the beauty headlong over a small foot stool, stumbling, tumbling and sprawling; arms and legs flailing wildly in a failed attempt to regain her balance before she came to rest in a beautiful heap of feminine flesh. "Well, I must say, you're a feisty little pussycat," Linda laughed, pausing with her hands on her hips as she watched Raquel slowly struggle back to her feet. "What say, ya wanna go another round? I'm game Miss... Umpffffh!"Linda's sneering invitation turned into a gasp for air as Raquel lowered her head, dropped down and charged, hitting Linda full bore in the belly. The blonde grunted as her lovely backside met the floor, her legs flying out in front of her.

"Upsey-daisy," Raquel snapped as she grabbed Linda's hair, jerked her to her feet and landed an uppercut to her chin that snapped her head back and left her reeling and dazed.

"Nooooo!" RIIIPPPPP! Raquel pulled the front of Linda's gown down with a hard, twisting motion and the elegant satiny blue fabric ripped apart easily. Linda's sheer strapless bra came front and center just as Raquel fired a punch flush on her full left breast. Linda's mouth dropped open in an agonized shriek as she staggered two steps backward clutching her mashed mammary.

"Perfect! Perfect scream! Perfect punch! Perfect position!" Raquel's mind raced as she commanded her body into full catfight mode. In a flash she was behind Linda, grabbed her around the waist and pulled her over backwards. Raquel groaned a rather erotic groan as she landed hard on the soft, plush sofa cushion. Linda, bless her heart, was heavier than Raquel expected. While Raquel caught her breath, the surprised and hurting blonde was struggling furiously to escape her clutches.

"Honey, please sit still," Raquel laughed as she swung her legs up and over Linda's, then slammed her heels down between Linda's legs, wedging them apart. Raquel raised her arms a bit, bearhugging her squirming rivals ribs as hard as she could from behind as Linda gasped in pain; writhed and fought, using every muscle in her body.

"Eiaeeeee…argggggh…uhhhh...AIEEE....ouch!" Linda squealed, grunted, screeched as Raquel slipped her hand under one bra cup and dug into the full breast as the other hand tore the other cup down to capture the erect nipple with angry, pinching, twisting and pulling fingers. Raquel's legs slowly started to pull Linda's thighs wider and wider apart.

"First message hon," Raquel hissed in Linda's ear. "This's from Kate; lovely Kate O'Mara sends her best."

Raquel continued her most painful tit torture, her strong legs forcing Linda's thighs wider and wider as all of the blonde's attention was focused on the brunette's tit torment..

"Auggggh! P...please....please leggooooo," Linda bawled in desperation as she reached up, her flailing hands finding a few strands of luscious brown hair; then with a frantic burst of energy, a vicious hair pull and a twist of her hips, Linda spun around and broke free, dropping to her knees between Raquel's legs.. THUMP!

"Noooooo....pleaseeeeee...," Raquel's confident attitude was shattered by Linda's arm shooting back and flattening her left breast. Before Raquel could stop screaming, Linda dug her sharp nails into her muscular but tender thigh, the nasty quick swipe shredding the sheer pantyhose. In a flash, Linda was on her feet clear across the room, rubbing her sore breasts and adjusting her torn bra as she stared daggers at Raquel who was slowly getting up off the sofa fumbling with her own torn dress and gingerly rubbed her thigh. Linda could see the red claw marks on Raquel's thigh even from a distance and she grinned.

"Gotcha good, huh? Come on over and we'll have some more fun," Linda taunted as she cautiously watched the approaching beauty. Despite her bravado, Linda was more than a bit nervous for she knew this was going to be the fight of her life. She raised her hands in a defensive stance as Raquel's eyes met hers and they exchanged icy stares and angry threats. "ARGGGHH!" Both charged at once; angry hands met and fingers interlocked as two luscious torsos slapped together. Linda had the height and weight advantage and she used it to slowly take control of the struggle.

"Uhhhhh!" "Ohhhhhh!' "Ahhhhh!' "Grrrrrr!"

They groaned, grunted and growled as they strained to force the other to her knees. Raquel's firm breasts bulged in her red lace bra but one side of Linda's tattered and torn bra hung down at her waist, the torn cup having released its golden treasure.

"Kinda hangin' out, Linda dear," Raquel laughed as the large breast bounced free. Linda looked down and her face turned red. WHOOSH! "Aieeeee!" WHUMP! A momentary distraction was all the opportunity Raquel needed. Her leg flashed out and the side of her foot cracked against Linda's shin. Linda yelped, Raquel's foot hooked her leg and when Raquel gave her a good hard shove, d Linda tumbled to the floor with Raquel landing on top of her. As they fell, each released the fingerlock but it was Linda who groaned, then gasped as she hit the floor hard on her back, then Raquel's descending knee slammed into her stomach!

"Ooooopfh!" the big blonde felt her stomach explode in pain as all the air was driven from her lungs.

"Oh my, so sorry," Raquel said in mock sincerity as she straddled Linda, sitting on her stomach. WHAP! The blistering hard backhand snapped Linda's head to one side, then another slap, less powerful but full of sting, got Linda's full attention. "Lets see now," Raquel mused. "Oh yes, you asked about messages." SLAP! "Well, this message is from Miss Bo Derek, you remember Bo, right Linda dear?" Raquel hissed as she grabbed Linda's bra and with a mischievous laugh, pulled it, freeing both of the blondes breasts.

She slammed her fist down on each full mound in turn. "Arggggh! Arggggh!" Another yank and the bra was history!

"Why Linda my dear girl," Raquel teased as she ran her fingers over Linda's marvelous mounds. "You ARE built aren't you? Well, if it makes you feel better, Bo thinks so too! However, she still feels she's better up front. Wait, lemme check," Raquel cackled as she cupped Linda's breasts, squeezed firmly and then ran her index finger slowly over each nipple which by now were quite hard..

"Stop it! Stop that now, damn you," Linda snarled, bucking and thrashing ineffectively in mild protest. “Yieeeee… Yieoww… Pleaseeeee…stop!" Linda's stern demand changred to painful pleading as Raquel stopped inspecting and teasing and started twisting, clawing and nipple pinching.

"Drat! Too bad Bo, Kate and the others aren't here to see this. Don't you wish they could see you now, Miss High and Mighty Linda?" Raquel queried as she SLAP, SLAP, SLAPPED Linda's breasts, first one then the other. As she got a rhythm going, she delivered short, stinging, staccato slaps to the whimpering blondes pride-and-joys with a lilting Latina beat.

"Ouch! OUCH! OOOOOUCHHH!" Linda screamed. "I'll kill you, Welch. So help me God, I'll kill you," Linda threatened, but her threats soon trailed off and her whimpers grew louder with each cuffing slap.

"I think Bo's message finally sank into that pretty little head of yours," Raquel sighed. "Oh pardon me, my mean into those pretty little, er, BIG boobs," Raquel chirped as she captured Linda's erect nipples again and gave them a final hard pinch. Then Raquel removed her legs and released Linda's captive arms, then jumped to her feet. And headed toward the next room. "I need a drink," she announced. "You got any booze in this cheap joint?" Raquel asked sarcastically.

Linda lay whimpering and stopped threatening and cursing long enough to point to a wet bar. "Help yourself," she snapped as she slowly rolled over and got to her knees, then pushed herself up on wobbly, rubbery, numb legs. Linda rubbed her arms and her tender breasts while Raquel disappeared into the other room.

Linda looked at her reflection in a huge wall mirror; she was a mess! Her beautiful hair was wildly disheveled, her full breasts were red from Raquel's slapping, her nipples were swollen and tender and her gown; her beautiful blue gown! The torn top hung at her waist and the bottom was ripped and wrinkled. How awful! How humiliating! Somebody was going to pay for this! Pay dearly! It was time for HER to deliver a message of her own!

"Oh, Miss Raquel, pour me a drink too," Linda purred in her sexiest, most submissive tone.

Raquel looked up at the battered, topless beautiful blonde as Linda walked slowly, deliberately toward her and laughed to herself as she poured another drink and quickly downed it. Raquel couldn't help admiring her own handiwork as she noted the claw marks covering Linda's luscious body, especially her big, beautiful breasts. Raquel couldn't wait to deliver the final two messages, then finish the buxom blonde 'Dynasty' diva off once and for all.

"Get your big boobs over here, Missy," Raquel growled; the alcohol making her even more confident and giving her a very positive outlook. She'd downed four drinks and was trying to decide if the one she just poured should go to herself or the approaching blonde. "So, you want a drink eh dear? Well here, have one," Raquel snarled as she grabbed the glass, lunged and threw the contents of the glass in Linda's face.

"Umpppfh!" Raquel's smug, superior grin morphed into a grimace of agony when Linda's foot slammed into her groin as Linda ducked the flying spirits and felt her foot connect with the brunette's pubic bone. She looked up into a most unhappy brunette face.

"Sorry," Linda chortled, pleased with the success of her ploy. "But I decided I don't want a drink after all; but thanks for the offer," she politely chirped, then grabbed a handful of her doubled over rivals silky soft hair, jerked her head up and drilled a punch to her jaw. Raquel staggered sideways, lost her balance and dropped - until her fall ended in midair when Linda grabbed Raquel by the neck, bent her backwards and fired three punches into her right kidney. WHAM! "Uhhhh!" WHAM! "Uhhhhh." WHAM! "Ooohhh." "Now, you smartass bitch, here's a message of my own," Linda snarled as she jerked Raquel's head back, reached around and clamped down on her full left breast. Linda squeezed the firm round mound as hard as she could, digging her nails into the flesh right through the red lace bra.

"Arggggh! Uhhhhh!" Raquel moaned as her breast felt fiery pain as angry fingers savagely ripped the bra down, then her nipple turned into a fiery button as Linda pinched the nub in her index finger and thumb and squeezed. Raquel squirmed and screamed as she frantically clawed her attackers wrist and buried her nails in Linda's forearm. Linda howled, then grunted as Raquel dug her nails in deeper, then stomped her heel down on the tender top of Linda's foot.

RIIIPPPPPP! "WHOA!" WHUMP! THUD! "No....oh noooooo..." Linda clung desperately onto Raquel's bra as the brunette twisted free. The sexy dainty stretched, stretched some more and finally broke! Angry, frantic and now topless, Raquel turned on a dime and delivered a kick to Linda's shin. The tall blonde grunted as she dropped to one knee to rub her leg while Raquel dipped her shoulder and came in low and hard like a beautiful linebacker! She grabbed Linda and sent her tumbling, then like a cat, Raquel pounced, her legs spread apart as her red dress split open with a most erotic sounding. RIIIIPPPPPPPP! Linda's scream as she was entrapped was music to Raquel's ears as she landed in a perfect scissors; her sexy, muscular legs wrapped around the big blondes waist like two sexy pythons.

"Noooo…nooooo…leggo," Linda gasped as Raquel leaned back on her elbows and constricted her legs even further. Within a minute, Linda was gasping for air, her magnificent chest heaving; her legs frantically, wildly, kicking did nothing to relieve the pain as Raquel leaned forward, hands grabbing at the silky blue fabric as she began to rip, tear and slowly strip the luscious struggling, squirming, gasping blonde.

"Feeling a bit helpless Linda, dear?" Raquel growled as she wrapped a hank of silky platinum blonde hair in one hand as the other ripped and tore the almost destroyed gown to pieces. "By the way," she grunted between pulses of her mighty legs. "This last message is from your dear, sweet, lovely friend Joan Collins. She said she's always wanted to humiliate you, to strip you naked and now I get to do it for her. Enjoy!!"

"You bitch! You nasty, mean bitch! I'm gonna pound you senseless when I get free," Linda threatened, her raspy voice filled with anger, pain and more than a good bit of desperation.

"Shut your big mouth, you big-boobed cow!" Raquel snapped. "Oh my, what have we here...such nice silky pantyhose! Hmmmmmm, and they tear so easy too, must be real cheap knockoffs," Raquel teased as her fingers began to rip and tear at her lovely captives sheer pantyhose despite Linda kicking her legs furiously and bucking and twisting frantically. Linda's last move caught Raquel off guard, a wildly flailing incredibly lucky fist smacked into the tip of her jutting chin.

"Uhhhhhh..." Raquel moaned as she slumped back in a daze.

The lucky punch gave Linda renewed hope and she snarled as she dropped both hands and sank her nails into Raquel's legs. As one set of sharp nails dug into the tender inner thigh, her other talons attacked the luscious calf muscle.

"Argggggh!" Raquel bellowed, shocked back to full consciousness by the pain of her legs being jerked wide apart, releasing their snarling captive.

Linda started to sit up but Raquel frantically grabbed for her hair. "Umppfffh!" THUD! "Yieeeeewh!" Linda's frustrated groan as she fell back, her arms waving and then her wayward elbow accidentally crunched down onto Raquel's vulnerable pubic mound!

Raquel's pained grunt signaled Linda to get into action and she sat up, fired a hard punch to Raquel's inner thigh, then scrambled to her feet and kicked her dazed opponent in the stomach. Raquel gagged, then yelped when the angry blonde grabbed her hair and yanked her to her feet. As Raquel swayed trying to catch her breath, Linda wound up and drilled another fist to her chin. Raquel staggered, then stumbled as Linda waltzed in, grabbed the front of her already torn dress and yanked down hard.

RIIIIPPPPPPPPP! Raquel's dress came apart easily, tangling her arms in swaths of ribboned cloth. A blistering bitchslap sent Raquel spinning away but Linda caught the back of her dress and pulled again. RIPPPPP! Raquel's once lovely red dress was history! Raquel, now dizzy, dazed and increasingly desperate, swung hard in the general direction of Linda's face. Trying not to grin too much, Linda easily ducked under the wild swing and then rose up, driving a sledgehammer blow low into Raquel's already churning tummy! Two stinging slaps to her bare breasts buckled Raquel's legs and dropped her to her knees.

"Any more messages for me, delivery girl?" Linda sniped sarcastically as she stepped around behind Raquel, reached over her shoulders and latched onto two full beautiful breasts, digging her fingers in hard and deep.

"Arggggh! Let go...yeowchhhh..." Raquel groaned and screamed as Linda's long, strong fingers mauled her twin treasures.

"I got a little message for you Miss Welch! Take your smart-ass attitude and your big....huh? AIEEEEEEEE!"

Linda’s shriek was more surprised than pained as her rival suddenly dropped her hands, grabbed her leg, dug her nails in deep and pulled. When Linda started to lose her balance, she lost the double breast hold as her arms shot up and out trying to steady herself. It was no use! Pain radiated out from her ankle to her hip as Raquel brutally twisted her foot and Linda dropped like a beautiful "ton of bricks", hitting the floor hard on her tailbone; her wailing scream launching Raquel into full throttle.

"My, my dear Lin...DUH, you look a bit miffed! Here, take this, blondie," the auburn-tressed tigress snarled as she fired a punch to Linda’s face that sent the big blonde flying back. THUMP…Linda’s head smacked the floor and her long pantyhose clad legs involuntarily parted as they flew upward… and landed right in Raquel’s waiting, angry hands.

"Spread 'em," Raquel sneered as she shoved Linda’s legs as wide as she could in a most erotic "V" formation

"Unggggh!" Linda grunted as Raquel’s foot slammed down on her pubic mound. Raquel dropped the limp, heavy legs and leaped on Linda as she dug her fingers in the platinum blondes mussed-up silky hair.

"Wanna wrestle, Linda?" Raquel chirped as she grapevined her lovely rivals legs.

Linda's anger and frustration was still stronger than her pain, although pain was coming on strong! She grabbed for Raquel’s hair with one hand and clawed her chest’s smooth skin with the other as they rolled around cussing, screaming and hissing every nasty demeaning name their angry minds could come up with. Four beautiful, long, luscious and perfectly muscled legs engaged in their own battle while hands hairpulled, then breastmauled and tortured before switching to pantyhose ripping and legscratching as they struggled to control and dominate the other.

"Argggggh!" Linda groaned as Raquel the last tattered piece of fabric from her thighs, leaving her completely naked.

"Too bad the producer isn't here, huh Linda girl? Now this is a REAL catfight," Raquel sneered as she closed her hand on Linda’s left breast and stabbed her thumbnail into the tender areola while her other hand raked and clawed Linda’s beautifully smooth, round, firm ass, leaving streaks of nasty red welts on the formerly flawless cheeks.

"Aieeeeee!" Linda squealed as her own hands angrily clawed at the tattered remnants of Raquel’s own pantyhose.

"Now, now Linda, that’s just too, too nasty, for a cute blonde bitch like you," Raquel snipped as she captured two of Linda’s fingers and bent them sharply, painfully back.

Linda’s building scream suddenly stopped; replaced by a groaning grunt as Raquel locked her ankles in a hard, tight body scissors. The blonde gasped and arched her back as Raquel’s pythons began to crush her chest, forcing all the air from her lungs as she tightened her sexy gams.

"Let …uhhhhh… go of me," Linda groaned as she struggled, unable to get any air.

Raquel could feel Linda slowly weakening and she leaned forward to fire a punch down into a large firm breast. As the sensitive orb bounced, then settled back onto Linda’s heaving chest, it was treated to two stinging slaps and a painful nipple pinch. The resulting screams and gasps delighted Raquel who laughed, "In a bit of a pinch, blondie?" Raquel’s sudden shift of weight, position and tactics caused Linda’s eyes to widen in fear and disbelief as she felt a different pain and pressure. She gasped frantically for air as Raquel’s legs slid rapidly higher and struck without warning. "Headscissors; that’s its called," Raquel cackled as she looked down at the top of the pretty platinum blonde head, the sensuous whimpering quivering lips and the wide, fear-filled beautiful eyes. "Some call it a neck scissors; but I call it FUN; lotsa fun…and the beginning of the final message," Raquel snickered as she took Linda by the hair and pulled hard.

"Who…wha…uhhhhh…," Linda’s low, gasping moans and broken words signaled that her defiant strength was at last melting and fading into weakness and her ultimate submission.

"What Linda dear? Guess the cat's got your tongue,” Raquel purred. “This message is from me….the message, Linda, the final message….you listening? It’s from me. Joan chose lucky ol’ me to deliver it although I really wanted to anyway. I've always thought you were the Queen Bitch, not Joan. I know you love to catfight, pull hair, rip clothing and grab a boob or two. I always wondered if I could take a big, beautiful blonde hellcat like you; the famous Linda Evans! So, whaddaya think Linniepie? Can I, huh?" Raquel capped her taunting barrage with a painful nipple pinch and pull, then she slid a leg downward and thumped her heel into the screaming, squirming blondes pubic mound once, twice; then twice more, each one making Linda grunt loudly.

"I take those grunts and screams as a yes," Raquel laughed.

Raquel tightened the crushing scissors again, watching her captives lovely body squirm and writhe; listening to her frantic gasping and whimpering until she felt the big, lovely body slowly relax and go limp, muscle by gorgeous muscle.

"Linda? Oh Lin-DUH! I think its time for the PS to the last message, don't you?" Raquel rasped, her voice welling up with a strange lust. Linda's ears barely registered the ripping sound and her foggy mind struggled trying to figure what was being torn. She moaned and tried to get her limp body to respond, to flee but no dice! Raquel had quickly, eagerly, torn off the tattered rest of her own pantyhose, grabbed a handful of blonde hair as she bent over Linda and gave her a playful kiss. Then Raquel had cupped her own left breast, squeezed the firm mound and pressed the jutting nipple between Linda’s limp lips.

"Know what PS stands for in this message, Linda? Please Suck…NOW!" Linda took the erect nipple in her mouth and was soon obeying Raquel’s directions, those both verbal and otherwise. "And now, what’s a good battle without a victory celebration, huh my dear blonde warrior?" Raquel snipped as she suddenly withdrew the cherished treasure.

"No…uhhh…please," Linda moaned, trying to raise her head to follow the sweet succulent.

"Oh, don't be a such a whiner,” Raquel snapped curtly. “After all, I'm the winner, you're the loser; I'm the messenger, you take the message," Raquel tried not to laugh as she licked her luscious sensuous lips and lowered her hips down onto Linda’s face.

"Ummmmm…Good…uhhhhh…ohhhhhh…now that’s how you…uhhhmmm…show you understand…uhmmm…ohhhhh yesss…the message… uhhhhhhm… Really…oh, yes….oh, yes…WELL!"

Raquel’s moans and groans of ecstasy filled the large exotic plush mansion while barely a hundred yards away in a big room, laughter, cheers, shouts and quite satisfied catty comments were heard as a several ladies watched a large TV screen eagerly, intently. They were huddled close together, hands in one another laps or heads bowed to friendly bosoms as they watched the closed circuit performance as if entranced.

"Wow! Isn't Raquel something?"
"Yeah, what a messenger girl."
"Don't ya just love her delivery."
"Yeah, Linda got all of our messages; loud and clear!"