Laetitia was staying in a big hotel in New York,
and was sitting the lobby reading a magazine and waiting for a
taxi when she spotted Jennifer Lopez at the reception desk checking-in.
Laetitia immediately hid behind a column and watched the Latina
taking the lift.
When she was sure that Jennifer had gone, Laetitia
approached the desk clerk and said, "Wasn't that Jennifer
Lopez?"
"Yes, madam," he replied. "She'll
be a guest with us for several days. Would you like me to put
a call through to her?"
"No thank you. I think I'll prepare a nice surprise
to her first. Please, don't tell her anything!"
The man nodded, clearly happy to have a conversation
with the gorgeous French model. Laetitia noticed and decided to
go a bit further.
"Monsieur, I know this is rather unusual, but...
can you give me a key to her room so I can set things up for un
petite affair I want to throw her? Please mon cher.....,"
she purred.
Her eyes were just too powerful for him to resist
and he gave Laetitia a spare copy of J-Lo's keycard.
"Remember, you can't tell anyone how you got
this. And you have to give it back when you leave," he told
her. "Please, I could lose my job."
Laetitia bit her lips nervously, thanking him while
already thinking about the punishment she would dish out to J-Lo...
but she needed help and unfortunately Virginie wasn't in town.
When Laetitia's taxi arrived she got in, still thinking about
the following days. She went to her business appointment and for
an hour forgot about her plans. Then, as she was leaving, she
saw a woman coming out of a door - a woman she immediately recognized.
"Adriana! It's been simply forever since our
last chat.. how are you, daahling?" Laetitia said as the
women kissed the air beside each others cheeks.
Adriana Sklenarikova embraced the French model and
replied, "I'm terrific. I just got a wonderful contract here.
I hope that yours is good too!" she said, pointing to the
door Laetitia had come out of.
Adriana hesitated a moment, then said hesitantly,
"Listen, I know that.. well, I mean I heard....that stubborn,
spoiled Lopez gave you a quite a beating. I'm sorry for that...
how are you? Recovered nicely?"
Laetitia couldn't believe her ears. Adriana was taking
the conversation exactly where she wanted it to go! This must've
been a sign of destiny, Laetitia thought to herself.
"I'm OK now, but inside I'd like to make her
pay for what she did. And besides, I know how to do it. But the
problem is, I need a partner..."
Adriana took Laetitia' hand and led her toward the
elevator who's door was just opening. As they stepped inside,
Adriana leaned over and whispered conspiratorially, "Sound
delicious. Now, do tell me all about it. I just may be interested....."
The following day, the two models used the spare
key to enter Jennifer's room and waited for her to return. Each
held a blackjack in her hands and their plan was extraordinarily
simple; they'd hit Jennifer, knocking her out, tie her up and
then...well, they'd do whatever nasty things that sprang to mind.
The two models weren't dressed for a fight, but then
their plan didn't call for one. They just needed to immobilize
Jennifer.
Adriana was dressed in a simple black dress, stockings
and high heels. Laetitia was wearing a red dress, nude pantyhose
and red high heel sandals. The two models waited in silence, patiently,
until they heard the sound of a key opening the door. Holding
their breath, they prepared to strike! Jennifer closed the door
behind her and walked through the foyer into her room when....
Laetitia and Adriana simultaneously brought their
blackjacks down, hitting Jennifer. Laetitia's connected to Jennifer's
right shoulder, while Adriana's hit her on the back of the head.
Jennifer was dazed from the blows, but not completely unconscious.
The two girls hesitated too long to strike a second blow and Jennifer
quickly turned to her right, from where the hardest blow had come,
and grabbed Laetitia's blackjack.
Laetitia shrieked in anguish, struggling to retain
her grip on the blackjack while Adriana moved in behind J-Lo to
deliver another blow, this one would be far more powerful than
her previous one. But quickness wasn't a characteristic of the
lanky blonde and her attempt was more than telegraphed enough
for the sultry Latina who managed to avoid the blow which hit
Laetitia's breast instead. The French model screamed at the top
of her lungs, losing the hold on her grip on her blackjack that
fell to the floor with a loud clatter. Jennifer didn't give Adriana
time to think as she promptly exploded a hard slap that sent Adriana
flying.
Laetitia remembered the beatings she'd suffered and
decided that it was wiser to quit the fight while Jennifer was
still busy with Adriana, who was desperately trying to crawl backward.
Laetitia threw herself at the door. Holding the key she had used
to enter, Laetitia opened the door and stepped out. Just when
she thought she'd escaped, she felt a hand close over her mouth,
stopping her running and her screaming. Laetitia tried to pull
free but Jennifer slapped her other hand between Laetitia's legs,
hiking her dress a bit, and started squeezing her nylon-covered
crotch.
The French cutie could scream, but her laments were
muted by Jennifer's hand over her mouth. Jennifer lifted her up
using the crotch-claw as Laetitia dropped her keys and kicked
her legs in the air hysterically. She realized this evening of
revenge was about to turn into another nightmare unless she could
get out of Jennifer's clutches. J-Lo dragged her back into the
hotel room and threw her against the wall where Laetitia collapsed
on her knees, sobbing.
Jennifer closed and locked the door, then walked
over to Adriana, giving Laetitia a hard kick in the face as she
passed her.
"I'll be back to you soon enough, skank, don't
worry!"
When Jennifer turned around, Adriana was standing
up holding one of the blackjacks. The other was one the floor
behind the blonde, out of reach to Jennifer.
"Well, I don't know how that sobbing wreck convinced
you to come here with her tonight," Jennifer said. "But
you'll realize soon enough it was possibly the worst mistake of
your life!"
"I don't think so, whore!" screamed the
blonde model. "Come here and fight!"
Adriana moved toward Jennifer, brandishing her weapon
over her head, preparing to inflict the most powerful blow ever
landed. Unfortunately, her quickness was more comparable to a
sloth than a trained fighter. With a grunt she swung the weighted
weapon down and hit - nothing but empty air! Jennifer easily avoided
the blow and slipped around behind her. Stunned, Adriana regained
her balance after stumbling forward after her missed swing and
started to turn around. That's when Jennifer hit her in the back
with the other blackjack.
Adriana's weapon flew out of her hand and clattered
away as she sank to her knees, babbling incredulously. Jennifer
spat in her face and started hitting it with a series of quick,
short and powerful kicks. She hit Adriana at least ten times before
the blonde slumped to the floor almost motionless. J-Lo knew what
came next, and raised her eyes with the calm of the dominator,
glaring at Laetitia standing in front of her about ten feet away.
The French model was grinning though she had no reason
to after all; barefooted, her pantyhose already laddered in several
places, her hair disheveled, her friend brutally beat and, most
importantly, her foe in complete control of the situation! Laetitia's
sweet eyes were burning like two devilish balls of fire for she
now held the second blackjack in her hand.
"So, are you ready for another complete carnage,
skank!" smirked Jennifer, stepping towards the grunting model.
Laetitia swung the blackjack, hitting Jennifer in
her left flank, but to her surprise what she received instead
of a satisfying squeal of pain from Jennifer was a hard slap on
her left cheek, which spun her around.
Jennifer laughed, completely unaffected by Laetitia's
attack, taunting her, "Come on, try to hit me again!"
Laetitia tried another blow, this time to J-Lo's
right flank, but the result was the same and as the French woman
spun around from Jennifer's return slap the blackjack slipped
from her hand and fell at her feet. She bent over to retrieve
her weapon but Jennifer quickly kicked it away!
"Come on, grab it!" Jennifer teased. "Go
on and get it!"
Laetitia went to get her weapon, but again Jennifer
kicked it away, laughing at Laetitia's frustration. She gave the
model a small push as she leaned over and Laetitia crumbled over,
crashing to the floor with a scream of pain. Jennifer started
kicking her ass, so the poor French woman's body jerked forward
with every kick, unable to offer any resistance to her dominant
opponent.
When she had kicked Laetitia all the way across the
room to the wall, Jennifer stopped and viciously pulled Laetitia's
hair with both hands, forcing the sobbing French girl over backward.
J-Lo remembered how cool it had been to punch her soft belly so
she lifted the model by her hair, turned her and, still holding
her messy hair with one hand, punched her belly mercilessly. Laetitia
could only cry, totally helpless in the grasp of the potent American.
When Jennifer decided that Laetitia had taken enough punches to
the belly, she started working over her crotch the same way. The
effect was, if possible, more devastating on the desperate fighter.
Collapsing in a puddle of tears, sweat and saliva,
Laetitia babbled, "Please, Jennifer stop, please!!!! Don't
beat me again! Please, don't hit me!!! I beg you!!!"
The cunt-punching was turning Jennifer on, but to
her disappointment the wreck in front of her was almost fainting.
"I won't allow you to miss this part of the
night, you lurid skank!" whispered Jennifer, stopping her
punching to throw Laetitia aside. "Let's see how quickly
you can recover. I'll beat the shit out of the other bitch a while!"
Laetitia lay sprawled to the floor, writhing in pain
clutching her battered womanhood as Jennifer turned and walked
to Adriana. For a while, Jennifer stared at the scene in her room.
To one side was Laetitia, embarrassingly curled up holding herself
after her pathetic attempts to fight; on the other side was Adriana,
one of the slowest and weakest fighters Jennifer had ever met,
still unconscious. What Jennifer found totally laughable was that
these two had come to her room imbued with a firm belief that
they could kick her ass!
Jennifer bent over Adriana and removed her shoes,
leaving on the blondes reinforced black stockings. Adriana's toenails
were clearly painted red. Jennifer turned and looked at Laetitia,
noticing that the French woman's were the same color. She was
tempted to do something about it, but decided this wasn't quite
the time; she had better things to do. It didn't take too much
work to remove Adriana's dress too, leaving the sleeping model
in her bra, panties and stockings. Jennifer rolled Adriana onto
her back and sat on her stomach, then gently freed her tits from
the lacy bra and started caressing them.
"Real of fake? Hmmmm, real or fake... is there
any way to discover the truth? Hey, Adriana, they real or fake?"
The model was still in dreamland, so J-Lo's query
went unanswered for the moment.
"I fuckin' hate these bitches so full of themselves
they won't give an answer to normal people. Now, I'll ask you
for the last time.. real or fake?"
Since the unconscious Adriana's answer was no different
from before, Jennifer gave a quick glance at Laetitia and asked
her the same question. The poor French woman murmured something
incomprehensible, which probably to her mind was a complete answer
but in her condition turned out to be nothing more than about
the same as what Adriana had already said.
Jennifer was incredibly pissed off, "Two bitches!!!
Two skanks!!!! I ask them one simple question and...nothing!!!!
But they'll pay, now!"
J-Lo viciously squeezed Adriana's tits, making the
blonde awake crying out in pain, "Ahhh, stop, stop!!! What
are you doing? Why???" sobbed Adriana.
"You didn't answer me. I just wanted a fucking
answer to my question bitch!!!"
"Ahhh, stop, please, I'll tell you, I'll tell
you!!! What do you want to know... please stop!!!" whimpered
the blonde, hovering on the edge of fainting again.
Jennifer gave her a last squeeze, then slapped her
tits, almost mocking her.
"Never mind, now I know the answer... ,"
she said, continuing to slap the red, swollen tits.
Adriana looked at Jennifer with a perplexed expression
on her face, "What the hell did you...."
But she didn't finish her sentence because Jennifer
started squeezing again, screaming in anger, "They're fucking
fakes!!! They're fake, you cheater!!!!"
Jennifer continued abusing the helpless blondes breasts,
keeping her arms securely pinned under Jennifer's thighs. Adriana
begged her to stop, but her pleas were to no avail. She was on
the verge of fainting again when she heard a crash. Still dazed,
she felt Jennifer's hands cease attacking her breast and realized
the Latina's body had collapsed against her right side. Adriana
realized her body was wet and when she raised her eyes, she saw
Laetitia standing over her. On the floor surrounding her lay pieces
of what until a moment ago had been a large vase full of water
and flowers.
Trembling, Laetitia knelt towards Adriana, caressing
her and asking, "Are you alright cheri?"
Adriana nodded, not too convinced it was the truth
and rose to her knees. The two models stood up, looking down at
Jennifer's unconscious body at their feet.
"We'd better do something fast, before she revives!"
said the clearly worried Adriana.
"Yes, we'll do it!" answered Laetitia,
kneeling to start stripping Jennifer naked.
Adriana grabbed a chair and helped Laetitia to lift
the Latina's limp body onto it. They used a length of rope they'd
brought with them to tie Jennifer's wrists together behind her
back at the back of the chair. Then tied her ankles to the chair's
front legs as well.
"Now, we're going to teach this bitch a lesson!"
screamed Laetitia in anger.
Adriana caressed her girlfriends hair as she gave
her a small kiss on her shoulder.
"She'll get it, but I first have to go dry off.
I need a towel and to take a piss!"
"No Adriana, save some for this whore...,"
begged Laetitia, who was getting angrier with every moment.
"Don't worry, I'll save more than a bit!"
said Adriana, reassuring her partner before heading to the toilet.
Laetitia glared at Jennifer, spat in her face and
then slapped her - hard. This had the effect of slightly reviving
the bound brunette.
She heard a voice from the toilet yell, "Laetitia
darling, don't do anything! I want to be there to see the bitch
suffer!"
Laetitia didn't pay too much attention to Adriana's
request as she slapped Jennifer's breasts back and forth, muttering,
"So sweetheart, you said once that you wanted to strip me.
Now I decide when I strip, and this is the time!"
Laetitia peeled off her dress and bra, sensuously
slithered out of her pantyhose and finally her panties. Completely
naked, she raised her saucy right foot and planted it on Jennifer's
lips.
"So, do you want to give me pleasure?"
Jennifer spat on it and turned he head away in disgust.
"So, you don't. Now, let's see if you'll be
so stubborn after this....."
Laetitia put her nude pantyhose back on, turned her
back on Jennifer, bent forward, raising her ass in the air.
"Now, you'll experience a nice ass in your face,
my darling. Afterward, you'll tell me the difference between a
nice ass and a skank's ass. And remember, LATINAS SUCK!!!!".
Laetitia backed up and pushed her ass on Jennifer's
muffling face, covering her nose and mouth. The French woman smiled
in pleasure until her expression changed and a desperate scream
broke the harmony of sound. And guess what, it was Laetitia!
Jennifer had dug her teeth into Laetitia's nylon
clad ass, ripping her pantyhose and biting the soft flesh beneath.
A moment after that, Jennifer grabbed Laetitia's tits and started
pulling down. She was in a fury and, fortunately for J-Lo, Laetitia
hadn't tied the ropes properly. While Laetitia had played her
small scene, Jennifer had untied herself.
Now, J-Lo attacked the French model who was in real
trouble. As Jennifer pulled Laetitia's tits, J-Lo felt something
wet on her fingers, it was milk from Laetitia's nipples! Hearing
Adriana moving around in the toilet in a hurry to return to help
her co-conspirator, Jennifer shoved Laetitia away and gave her
a powerful kick in the ass. The model went sprawling on the floor
on her belly, crying in desperation.
Adriana broke into the room, screaming at Laetitia,
"What the hell have you done, you idiot? Why is she free?"
Adriana rushed to Jennifer, planning to hit her,
but she was absolutely useless. Jennifer hit her face with a single
punch that the blonde saw only when it was too late. She staggered
backward and fell down on her butt. Jennifer chased her and lifted
her by her nipples.
"They're fake, bitch! They're fake!!!!"
she screamed as she dragged poor Adriana around the room by the
nipples.
Pinning her on the wall with her arms above the head,
Jennifer started driving knees to Adriana's crotch until she was
in tears and her legs buckled. Jennifer held her by the wrists,
preventing her from falling, continuing to pound her crotch until
the blonde was a wreck. Then, she released the hold on the arms
and the model pathetically crumpled to the floor, worn out.
Jennifer grabbed Adriana's blonde hair and dragged
her back into the bathroom. The model revived after a couple of
seconds, unable to do anything but crawl according to her tormentor's
guidance. When they reached the bath room J-Lo slammed Adriana's
forehead onto the toilet seat.
"You whore, did anyone tell you're suppose to
flush the toilet when you're done?"
Adriana babbled something, but Jennifer quickly pushed
her head inside the WC. Jennifer sat on the lap of Adriana's back,
facing her ass, pumping the screaming head up and down with a
simple movement of her bottom.
"Now, I think I'll flush the toilet..."
J-Lo said, mockingly.
"No, please, please don't do it.. please!"
whimpered Adriana in a barely audible muffle.
"Hmmm, maybe you're right. I'll do it later,
now....."
Jennifer grabbed Adriana's panties and started yanking
them up and down, several times, ignoring Adriana's desperate
screams. After a while, the lace broke and the panties pulled
away, exposing Adriana's bare bottom. Jennifer spanked it for
a couple of minutes, turning completely red, before she stood
up and wrapped her fist in Adriana's hair.
"Don't think I forgot about it, bitch!"
she said as she forced Adriana's head into the toilet, dipping
it into the dirty water for a full minute before flushing it.
Adriana sputtered and squirmed, trying to breath
despite the water covering her face. Jennifer helped her a bit,
lifting her so that she could gasped some air, before plunging
her head down for the last splash of water. Jennifer then grabbed
Adriana by the straps of her bra and whirled her around, slamming
her into the toilet walls several times before the bra snapped.
Adriana collapsed, totally defeated.
"Please, Jennifer, no more!" she whimpered.
Jennifer just laughed and kicked her ass, forcing
her to crawl back to the bedroom. When they were there, Jennifer
gave a last kick to Adriana before she returned to Laetitia. The
French woman was standing, leaning with her back supported by
the wall. She wasn't sure she wanted to continue the fight, but
she knew that Jennifer wasn't going to kind to her if she surrendered,
so she had to continue.
Laetitia waited for Jennifer to come close, convinced
that Jennifer's over-confidence would play in her favor. When
Jennifer was close enough, Laetitia shot her arms toward Jennifer's
nude pussy, as fast as she could. But this wasn't enough: Jennifer
easily stopped her, caught her arms and pinned the hands on the
wall. Then, she exploded a devastating blow to Laetitia's crotch
with her right knee. The model stopped struggling, flopping down
in tears.
"So, do you still want to fight?" smiled
Jennifer.
Not having a suitable answer on her mind, Laetitia
decided to bite Jennifer's right thigh, in a desperate effort
to find an exit to her situation. It didn't work. Far from affecting
the Latina, Laetitia's pathetic attempt just contributed to angering
J-Lo even further toward her. Jennifer grabbed Laetitia's messy
hair and lifted her by it; then, still holding the hair with her
left hand, she started pummeling the model's breasts with her
right. The effect on poor Laetitia was immediate and shattering.
She tried to cover up, but her arms were no protection against
Jennifer's rage.
After a couple of punches, Laetitia screamed at the
top of her lungs, "No, please, stop! Stop it!"
Jennifer stopped for a while and leaned on her right
side, still holding her by the hair, Then she picked up Laetitia's
panties and stuffed them in the crying beauty's mouth.
"I hate your voice, bitch!!! Shut up, now!"
Jennifer continued punching the model's breasts relentlessly,
despite her muffled laments. Jennifer had fun which lasted five
minutes. She was delighted at the sight of poor Laetitia suffering
such a humiliating one-sided beating, her pretty melons jiggled
up and down with every punch, and it was clear she was almost
out.
Unfortunately for Laetitia, Jennifer timed her punching
so she didn't permit Laetitia to pass out; she wanted her to be
awake for the grand finale. When Jennifer released the hold on
Laetitia's hair, she sank to the floor like an empty sack and
rolled on her side for some time, pathetically trying to escape
from Jennifer.
"You know what? I've already beaten you so badly,
it'd just be boring to do it again: I know I can shred you in
little pieces, and it's been very funny, but I want something
different from you!"
Laetitia looked at Jennifer in total defeat, her
eyes begging the Latina to stop the punishment. She tried to speak,
but her panties stuffed in her mouth made speech impossible. Jennifer
never heard Laetitia's begging, though she could imagine what
she would have said and responded to it.
"Stop now? No way! I'll have lots of fun with
you and your skinny friend!"
Jennifer knelt over Laetitia and tore a hole in the
crotch of her nude pantyhose, then shoved three fingers in her
and started stimulating the defeated girl's love box. Laetitia
started crying piteously, knowing her opponent had her in complete
control, yet she couldn't do anything except moan. In pleasure!
With every thrusting Jennifer gave her, Laetitia's pubic zone
became wetter and wetter until she was about to scream in a giant
orgasm. But it never arrived. Jennifer stopped just before Laetitia
reached the moment of pleasure, leaving the French woman babbling
and unfulfilled.
"You want me to continue?" asked Jennifer
looking at Laetitia.
The French model nodded frantically.
"Well, so continue yourself!" screamed
Jennifer, rising up, leaving Laetitia with a difficult choice.
The model didn't think too long, she quickly brought
her hands towards her crotch, trying to finish what Jennifer hadn't.
Despite her wishes, however, Jennifer grabbed her hands and, smiling
wickedly, she shook her head.
"You're so disgusting, bitch! I can't let you
have that pleasure.. let's see what your friend can do for you!"
Jennifer used Laetitia's own bra to tied her hands
behind her back, suspending for the moment any hope Laetitia had
of achieving full pleasure. The French woman started rubbing her
nylon-covered thighs together, frantically trying to receive some
limited pleasure from it. It wasn't enough, though, and Jennifer
knew it full well. She had to struggle not to burst out laughing
at the sight of Laetitia squirming as she tried in vain to find
some relief from the lust surging in her loins.
Jennifer went to Adriana and, after tying her hands
behind her with the rope, she slapped the blonde several times
to snap her back to reality. She dragged Adriana by her blonde
hair over to the horny French model commanded her to use her foot
to stimulate her friend's snatch. After only twenty seconds of
Adriana's nylon covered toes slipping up and down on her sensitive
pussy, the French tart exploded in orgasm. Jennifer laughed at
the duo for now it was time for the second part of her plan.
She opened the nightstand drawer and took out her
trusty, double-headed dildo. It was no trouble to get it wedged
firmly and deep into the two aroused model's pussies, provoking
moans of pleasure from both. Jennifer picked up her camera from
the dresser and snapped a couple of photos of the moment as a
souvenir.
Jennifer lifted Adriana and sat her positioned with
Laetitia's feet, still encased in her pantyhose, in front of her
mouth. At a harsh command from Jennifer, Adriana licked Laetitia's
soles and toes with pleasure, enjoying the feeling of the nylon
rasping on her pink tongue. Laetitia liked it as well, and so
she held her legs in the air without Jennifer's help. Jennifer
snapped a couple of more photos of the two as they fucked and
sucked.
As Adriana wiggled her toes, the dildo filling her
cunt turned her on and she started giving pleasure back to Laetitia
by thrusting her hips in response to each thrust she received.
Soon, they were humping and bucking like a couple of $2 whores,
sliding their asses back and forth in perfect harmony. After taking
another picture, Jennifer broke them up to set the scene for the
next picture she wanted to get.
Jennifer positioned Adriana's feet on Laetitia's
large jugs and the effect on the French model was instantaneous
and devastating! Despite the panties filling her mouth, Laetitia
started moaning so loudly she effectively managed to say something
audible even through her gag.
"Go on, please. Oh, go on!!!"
In a moment, a white liquid started flowing from
her nipples, dribbling over Adriana's black stockings onto Laetitia's
sweaty breasts and running down onto her rapidly rising and falling
stomach. Jennifer took several more pictures of this scene before
moving along to the next part of the show.
Laetitia had her eyes closed in pleasure, so she
never saw Jennifer approaching her, but she felt the singer's
nails on her soft tits and she whimpered in fear. Jennifer removed
the panties from her mouth with a sharp pull, pleased to hear
the model scream as she squeezed her breast, digging into the
soft orbs with her sharp nails.
Horny enough, Adriana continued licking and sucking
Laetitia's feet and cunt, while Jennifer pinched and pulled Laetitia's
nipples, then squeezed her beasts mercilessly, squirting Laetitia's
milk all over Adriana's face and body.
"Ahhhhaa, ahhaa, nooooooooo, pleaseeeeee nooooo!!!!
Stop!!" Stop it!!! Please, help me!!!!" were the only
words Laetitia could utter but they were to no help.
"You skank!" hissed Jennifer, continuing
milking until Laetitia's jugs were completely drained.
Adriana eventually stopped working on Laetitia's
toes and slumped back, staring at the two women in front of her,
uncertain what to do next.
"I want more milk!" whined Jennifer like
a petulant child, squeezing Laetitia's breast firmly.
"I've got none left!" gasped Laetitia,
wincing in pain.
"But I want more!!!" ordered Jennifer,
mauling Laetitia's tits, pulling and tugging at her nipples.
"Noooo, please, it's over. Please no!!!"
sobbed Laetitia as Jennifer went on with her pulling, deaf to
her defeated opponent's lamentation.
Jennifer continued squeezing and pulling until Laetitia's
boobs were totally red and deeply bruised. Only then, did she
allow the exhausted model to collapse and start stomping on her
tits with her bare feet until she passed out. Then, she sat on
Adriana's face and smothered her unconscious as well. Jennifer
rose and looked down at the two models, their limp bodies flat
on their backs with their legs draped across one another, their
hips still joint by the dildo. Dressed only in nylon, their hands
tied behind their backs, both were totally out cold, completely
trashed by J-Lo who now stood up and snapped another series of
souvenir pictures from several angles.
After catching her breath, Jennifer threw on a robe
and went out to get one of the chambermaid's carts they used for
laundry. She wheeled one back to her room and, after removing
the dildo, dumped Laetitia's unconscious body in the trolley sack.
She, dragged Adriana's naked, still bound, body to the chambermaid's
tools room and dumped her there, locking the door behind her to
ensure the blonde would still be there when the evening shift
arrived for work.
Jennifer returned to her room and rolled Laetitia
in the trolley in the elevator and pressed the ground floor button.
When they arrived, she rolled the cart to the main desk, tipped
it over and rolled sleeping beauty out of the sack, slamming her
head on the wooden desk, much to everyone's surprise.
Jennifer slapped Laetitia until the model woke up
and then Laetitia's eyes widened in terror as she realized where
she was. She tried to scramble on her hands and knees around behind
the desk to hide her nudity from the public, but Jennifer stopped
her by grabbing her hair.
"No way, skank, you have to walk out the front
door of this hotel! This is MY hotel, you've invaded MY territory!
If I see you here again; in fact, if I just see you again, period;
I swear I'll kick your ass so bad you won't be able to walk out
of any door on your skinny legs! Now, get lost, you skank!"
Her hands still tied, naked and in a complete mess,
the French woman struggled to her feet and ran, sobbing and crying,
toward the revolving main door, not pausing to look back. Just
as she was about exit the hotel, Jennifer kicked her in the ass
from behind, sending her sprawling on the pavement, the rough
concrete scraping and scratching her flawless body unmercifully.
"You're so pathetic, you stupid skank!"
yelled Jennifer, spitting at Laetitia as she rolled over and struggled
to get up while a crowd gathered to gawk at the nude supermodel.
Jennifer strutted back into her hotel, looking around the lobby
and puffing out her chest, proud of a definitive victory over
the pathetic French tart and her bimbo blonde buddy.
Jennifer stopped at the front desk and flipped Laetitia's
keycard at the clerk. She said something to which he quickly nodded
in the affirmative, then she went over and got on the elevator.
As the elevator doors closed behind her, a tall, leggy blonde
seated in the lobby uncrossed a pair of incredible legs, put down
the newspaper she'd been hiding behind and strode confidently
to the desk clerk who was still open-mouthed and breathing hard
after the amazing scene that had been played out before his unbelieving
eyes.
"Wasn't that Jennifer Lopez?" the blonde
purred, touching her fingers lightly to the desk captain's quivering
hand.
"Yes, madam," he replied. "She's been
a guest with us for several days. Would you like me to put a call
through to her? Who shall I say is calling, your face looks very
familiar?"
The man swallowed hard and nodded, clearly excited
to have an opportunity to put this luscious young woman in his
debt.
"Certainly Ms. Theron. Whatever the hotel can
do to make your visit more memorable."
"Well," Charlize said, leaning over the
desk to whisper conspiratorially. "I know it's a rather unusual
request, but... if you could just let me borrow a key to her room......you
see, I want to surprise her with something."
The clerk rolled his eyes as his shaking hand reached
into the desk drawer and produced a keycard.
"I'll need this back before you leave. I hope
'the bitch' gets whatever she deserves," he sighed as he
slid it across the polished wooden surface of the desk.
Charlize smiled as she put it in her purse, winked
and nodded confidently, "I'm sure she will. Thank you."
As Charlize Theron walked confidently across the
lobby and got into an elevator, the desk clerk picked up the house
phone and dialed a number. When it answered he said, "Just
as you expected, 'the bitch' is on her way up. Give her what she
deserves. Oh, and I want copies of the pictures when you're done."
Several months had passed since Jennifer Lopez brutally defeated
Laetitia Casta and her French friend Virginie Ledoyen (If you
missed that fight, read it HERE)
but the two busty models hadn't forgotten - and didn't want to!
Laetitia had to stay away from the scene to recover and her modeling
career was clearly affected. She wanted revenge, since her last
public appearances were humbly marked by harsh remarks about the
brutal beating.
"Yes, thanks, it's very good."
"Theron, Charlize Theron," the blonde said
breathily. "But no thank you. I just thought I recognized
her. Before I call on her I'd like to prepare a nice surprise
first. You see, the last time we were together she took these
photographs of me," she said holding up a plain brown envelope
that the desk clerk noticed was addressed to 'C. Theron, bitch!'
"And I just wanted to tell her what I thought of them. So,
please, don't say anything about me being here. But you could
be a precious dear and do me just one slight little tiny favor..."