The question had grated on Carol ever since. Not
just because she felt she was superior in both looks and wrestling
skill to Tracy, but because after the film got out she lost a
chance she'd had to star in a movie. The studio hadn't wanting
someone with her "past" in the film. Worse, Tracy had
moved on and wasn't interested in resolving the issue once and
for all. Eventually, Carol returned to France where she worked
as a low-paid model for a few years. After her modeling career,
a soft life as a wife and mother - plus a diet rich in French
pastry and chocolate had added both girth and mass to her once
slim figure. Therefore, when Playboy contacted her about recreating
that photo session tussle for their video cameras, she quickly
Carol's only concern was getting back into "fighting
trim" in the brief time before the fight. She worked hard
for a couple of weeks, but when she arrived in California she
was still almost 20 pounds heavier than her Playmate weight of
nearly 15 years before. Not that it didn't look good. Her bosom
had swelled by a full cup size after her baby and the added weight
around her hips gave her a "womanly" shape that was
a nice contrast to Tracy's "girlish" figure. Still,
Carol feared her soft tummy would make a tempting target and planned
to keep Tracy in a position that would make it impossible for
her to take advantage of that weakness.
Tracy, on the other hand, hadn't been at all anxious
to accept the invitation to return to the Playboy mansion to fight
or to model. Happily married to a wealthy real estate developer
and a mother of twin girls, she stayed in shape by dancing at
the small ballet studio she owned as well as skiing with her husband
and roller-blading along the beachfront with other women in her
upper crust social set. So Tracy came to the match at her Playmate
weight of 118 pounds, looking every bit the same as she had in
Still, when Tracy's husband heard about the offer,
he urged her, "... do it. You can't imagine how erotic it
is to think of you in a leotard wrestling with that French model.
Did you know I kept her centerfold on my dormitory wall for two
years when I was in college. With that cute figure and petty face,
she had my vote for PMOY." That was all it took to get Tracy's
competitive blood boiling.
"You think that Frog bitch is hot stuff? Just
see what happens when I get my hands on her. I'll nail hang HER
on the wall. Only this time it'll be the real thing, not some
lame picture cut out of a magazine. I beat her before. I don't
know why everyone couldn't see it. This time I'll make sure no
one questions the result. I just wish I had a copy of that movie
everyone keeps mentioning. Well, this time I'm getting it on video
tape - something I can show the girls when they're grown. So they
can be proud of your 'old lady'."
On the designated afternoon, Carol and Tracy showed
up at the Mansion at the appointed time. Each would be interviewed
by Diana Lee, Miss May 1988, the "Mistress of Ceremonies"
for the days fights. She leered at Carol who was clearly nervous
after years away from the hustle, bustle and back-stabbing that
was still common in the Playboy Mansion the last year of the 20th
"So, Carol old girl," Diana said as she
slipped an arm around Carol's waist and hugged her close, "What've
you been up to since your devastating defeat by Tracy back in
"Moi, defeat? Mon dieu, never!" Carol said
as she stepped back. "I win zat fight an you know it if you
zee zat film like you say. Zat bitch she run from me and never
give me zee second fight to prove I am zee better of us. Sacre
bleu! I am going to make her zorry zis time, you jus wait and
Diana just chuckled as she said, "Well, now
your fans will get a chance to see for themselves. We found a
copy of that old film and we'll make it part of the lead-in for
this fight. I must say, you certainly have a lot of courage to
give her another chance to beat you again. You're either very
brave or very silly."
The French woman's face flushed bright red and she
stammered as she struggled to regain her composure after the Oriental's
deliciously wicked surprise announcement. At the same time, she
was trying to squirm free of Diana's arm around her. But Diana
held her tightly by the hip and kept the microphone in front of
her mouth, catching every gasp and grunt of their subtle struggle.
"I...I...wee...weel destroy zat peeg,"
Carol stuttered, flustered by Diana's disclosure that the pirate
film she so desperately wished would have been long forgotten
by this time was going to be shown to the entire world as part
of this video tape and by the hand on her hip.
"Eeef zhe eez lookings for anozer on side beating
ups, zen eet will be zhe who is getting eet. Zat I promize you,"
Carol said, her voice rising in volume as her face got redder
and redder. "I weel do anyzing I must to beat zat blonde
Diana thanked the obviously upset Carol and as the
French Playmate turned to go, Diana gave her bottom a little squeeze
out of sight of the cameras. Carol's reaction, though, was caught
on tape for all the world to see...a loud shriek of startled surprise
as she spun around and nearly fell down in her attempt to slap
Diana who played the role of an, "injured innocent"
to a T.
"Keep you feelthy hand off of moi azz,"
Carol snarled, "Unlezz you want it break thems for you."
Diana just grinned at Carol innocently and tried
to hug her, "To show there's no hard feelings about your
But Carol brusquely pushed Diana away and huffily
stomped off the set to her dressing room to change for the fight.
As she disappeared stage left, Tracy Vaccaro appeared from behind
the curtain stage right. Carol didn't see her since she had her
back turned, but the crew chuckled as Tracy formed a frame with
the thumb and index finger of each hand as she pictured Carol's
jiggling behind "on camera."
Diana greeted Tracy effusively, hugging her and clasping
her firmly to her bosom as she kissed her in greeting.
"Darling, it's so good to see you again,"
Diana said as her hands moved down Tracy's back to grab her ass
as she pulled her close and pressed her hips against Tracy's.
The blonde tried to pull away, but Diana continued to grope her
bottom as they kissed. When Diana broke the kiss, Tracy stepped
back and ran her fingers through her hair and took a couple of
deep breaths to collect herself. Her flushed face showed a displeasure
that didn't register in her voice.
"I'm surprised to see you, Di. I didn't think
you were still associated with Playboy. Guess that rumor about
them cleaning up their act was all just a lot of empty rhetoric."
Angrily, Diana took a firm grip on Tracy's ass and
pulled her close, then hissed, "Miss Hefner and I have an
understanding. I'm doing quite a bit of work for them lately,
the kind of stuff I'm good at, training girls to behave, and stuff.
Use your imagination."
Diana held Tracy tightly by the waist to keep her
pinned against her body just as she had Carol, hip to hip. As
she raised the mike to Tracy's lips, Diana rubbed her forearm
across Tracy's breasts. As she interviewed her, Diana used her
arm to gave Tracy's firm little breasts a good massage as she
worked the mike back and forth between them.
"You feel in fabulous shape Tracy," Diana
said giving her slim waist a squeeze, "much tighter than
Carol. Do you expect to revenge your embarrassing defeat from
Tracy twisted uncomfortably in Diana's strong grasp,
but didn't try to break free. She didn't want Diana to know how
uncomfortable she felt in her grasp so she allowed the Oriental
to grope her butt out of sight of the camera as she tried to answer
her inane and irrelevant questions. Tracy knew what Diana was
doing, she'd heard rumors from some girls that her friend Hope
Marie Carlton had mysteriously disappeared right in the middle
of a match she'd refereed a few months ago. Everyone knew Diana
was involved but no one knew what happened to Hope. Tracy wanted
to find out what happened to her friend. That kind of underhanded
dirty tricks was the main reason she'd left the Playboy "family"
for civilian life.
"Oh, I didn't lose that fight, come on. You
know very well I won. Anybody who saw it could see that. I'm gonna
make my win this time decisive so there's no doubt. Plus, it's
gonna be taped. I've got a family now and I want them to see how
good the 'old lady' is. This is a very important fight for me,
it's my last one for Playboy and I want it to be memorable. While
I'm here, I want to ask you," she smiled sweetly at the camera,
"What happened to Hope Marie Carlton? Someone said you and
the Tenison sisters kidnapped her. Is it true? Where is she? When
are you going to let her go?"
Diana gripped Tracy's asscheek, digging her fingers
into the firm flesh. Through clenched teeth she hissed, "Well
dear, that's really none of your business, is it? But since you're
her friend, I'll tell you this. Hope's attitude needed 'adjustment'
and Miss Hefner thought it would be a good idea if I took her
to my training facility for some treatment. She's completed her
training and now Playboy wants her back. I told them they can
have her as soon as I find a suitable replacement. What good's
a school with no students?"
Tracy bristled. "I don't believe you about Hope!
She was the perfect Playmate when I knew her. What could possibly
have needed improving, I'd like to know."
Diana smiled, "Why don't you come home with
me after Carol whips you and I'll show you. You could use some
Tracy pushed Diana away angrily. "Go? With you?
That's a laugh. You couldn't pay me to go anywhere with you, you
sick, twisted perverted bitch!"
"Really?" Diana hissed. "I thought
Hope was a friend of yours. I tell you what, I'll make you a bet.
After you lose the match you take Hope's place and if you win,
I'll set her free. While you're with me we can work to improve
your fighting skills. Hell, I can even get you a rematch with
Carol so you could avenge the beating she's going to give you
in about an hour. What do you say, is it a deal?"
Tracy was aghast. "Hope's your prisoner? That's
disgusting! How can they possibly allow you to do that?"
"Miss Hefner and Playboy know who holds the
real power," Diana said. "It's the Playmates and the
girls do what I say. The Hefners don't mess with me, I've got
carte blanche to do as I please because I keep the girls in line
and make sure they behave. Miss Hefner crossed me once. But only
once. I got to the seat of that problem in a hurry and that bimbo's
avoided me ever since. Now, will you agree to take Hope's place
if you lose or shall I go back and tell her you don't really care
about her at all?"
"Why me?" Tracy asked, her cheeks burning.
"Because, silly....I offered myself to you once
before you dissed me. I can't let your rejection go unpunished.
You'll pay for spurning me, no one does that and gets away with
it. Not Hefner, not Cady Cantrell and certainly not a little tramp
like you. No, you'll belong to me eventually, it's just a matter
of when and where."
Tracy shivered but shook her head slowly. "I
can't, not now. The day when I could have done sort of thing are
long gone. I'm a happily married woman with a family now. But
I tell you what. After I beat Ficatier, she's all yours. Do with
her as you please, just release Hope. Maybe you and Ficatier can
make a video together, she'd like that. Maybe it could revive
her film career. Things are a lot different today than they were
when we were Playmates."
Diana spanked Tracy's bottom as she pushed her toward
her dressing room. "I'm taking the loser, no matter who it
is. But I've got my eye on you for my little 'Plaything of the
Month.' Now run and slip into something sleek and sexy, then get
that cute butt of yours back out here and you better put on the
fight of your life. I know Carol's ready to whip you even worse
this time than she did the last time you fought. Besides, there's
all your fans who can't wait to see you in action again."
A half hour later both women were walking toward
the ring where Rosie Tenison was waiting. As the referee, Rosie
wore a thong and a striped shirt tied beneath her fulsome breasts.
Obviously, she intended to show the world her "assets"
were not only the equal of her more famous sisters, but were superior
to the two "little" women whose fight she was supposed
Carol appeared first, wringing her hands and nervously
licking her lips as she padded toward the ring in bare feet. The
French woman had chosen a surprisingly modest outfit, perhaps
revealing an unease at exposing her body after so many years of
comfortable living or perhaps just the conservatism of middle
age. Whatever the reason, the girls scheduled to fight in later
bouts who had gathered to watch the "old timers" hooted
and whistled derisively at the sight of the brunette in her low-cut,
sleeveless tennis dress style dress. A short cheerleader style
skirt flowed over her curvy hips, jiggling flanks and rippling
thighs as she walked to the ring. Their derision made her blush
beneath the thick make-up she had applied to look her best for
Tracy came next and the contrast between the French
brunette and the California blonde couldn't have been more striking.
The ballet teacher strode confidently, almost cockily, to the
ring in a sheer white Danskin (tm) leotard that - wet from her
strenuous warm-up routine - was nearly transparent. Her hard nipples,
dark areola and even the thatch of fur between her tight, well-defined
thighs were clearly visible. Those at ringside could see the effect
Tracy's obvious fitness had on Carol. They later said they could
see her trembling as Tracy bounded over the ropes, did a split
in mid-ring and then as she rose, a slow "walk over"
handstand to a standing position.
"Hurry up and get changed into your fighting
outfit Carol," Tracy teased, "or did you think we're
gonna play tennis this time? I hope you brought your racket, I'll
use it to paddle that fat French bun of yours."
Rosie Tenison called them to the middle of the ring
and put her hands on both women's shoulders as she reminded them
of the rules that she'd already gone over with them in the dressing
room, then sent them to their corners. As she walked to the corner
to signal the start, she winked at Diana who smiled and rubbed
her hands together eagerly.
As soon as the bell rang, Tracy ran from her corner
and attacked the surprised Carol before the brunette was out of
her corner. Her strength was aided by the adrenaline pulsing through
her veins at the anger built up by listening to Diana Lee's taunts
and the thought of what would happen to Hope if she couldn't win
her freedom. Carol was determined to get even for the downward
spiral of her career after her fight with Tracy, but it was Tracy
who grabbed the initiative and she wasn't going to give the French
woman a chance to fight back. Tracy slammed her fists into the
soft breasts of her opponent as she drove her back into her own
Carol leaned against the turnbuckles in her corner,
her butt pressed against the middle rope and her shoulders wedged
between the angle of the top ropes as she tried to cover her aching
breasts with her arms and kick at Tracy whose fists pistoned rapidly,
not giving the French woman a chance to collect her wits or think
of what to do. Finally, at a sharp command from Diana Lee at ringside,
Rosie Tenison moved in and pulled Tracy away and walked her back
to the middle of the ring. While she protested, Carol got her
wits about her and moved out of the corner, circling around the
two women as she massaged her aching bosom.
The anger on Tracy's face was clear. She'd wanted
to embarrass Carol like she hadn't done before, yet while she'd
nearly had her beaten in the first minute of the fight it was
clear Diana and her lackey Rosie weren't going to let her win.
Tracy finally quit arguing with Rosie and turned her attention
to Carol, smiling for the first time since she entered the ring.
"It look like zees time," Carol hissed
as she rubbed her bosom when they moved closer, "you weel
be zee one who eez drag out wizzout 'er clothes on. Good, I like
to zee you leetle girlz 'spression when ze see zee movies of zair
momma in 'er birthsday zoot."
Tracy lunged at the upstart French bitch, but Carol
launched a front kick to Tracy's belly and the quick, sharp blow
caught her unprepared. The air whooshed out of her as she doubled
over holding her mid-section.
"Sacre bleu!" Carol cheered as she saw
Tracy's knees wobble and she broke into a big grin.
"Oh, what's zee matter mon petite chein? Iz
zat California belly too soft? Doz eet hurt?"
As Carol taunted her, Tracy spun and slammed her
open hand into the side of Carol's head right over her ear. She
went sprawling on the mat, rolled over and lay on her back, her
hands over her ear, her legs thrashing around on the mat. Rosie
bent over and checked to make sure Carol's eardrum wasn't busted
but when she was sure Carol hadn't suffered an injury she stepped
back and waved Tracy forward.
"Ya better finish her," Rosie told Tracy,
"or Diana is gonna finish you."
Tracy rushed over and dove on top of Carol, but as
she launched her body the French woman raised her knees and impaled
the hard-bodied Californian right in the belly. The women at ringside
heard Tracy's strangled "oooof" as her body bent double
over Carol's knees, her forehead between Carol's breasts. Carol
rolled over and dropped Tracy on the mat beside her. Tracy curled
up with her hands clutching her stomach, her face pale as if she
were about to vomit.
Carol got up and used a handful of Tracy's hair to
roll her over and pull her to her knees. From the expression on
Tracy's face it was pretty clear she was in no condition to continue
but Carol was intent on destroying her blonde adversary in a way
that would leave no doubt about which of them was the better woman.
She cupped Tracy under the chin and dug her nails into the soft
flesh, pulling the limp-limbed blonde to her feet, then dipped
her shoulder and scooped Tracy up between the legs and body slammed
her to the mat. Tracy writhed on her back as the rosin dust settled
around her, giving Carol a chance to strut and preen for the cameras
that panned in for a close-up of her beautiful grinning face and
for Diana who gaily applauded the Frenchie's efforts.
Rosie pretended to bend over Tracy to check her condition
as she started to count to ten, but in reality she had her foot
on the blonde's hair which was fanned out on the mat to keep her
from getting up until after she'd been counted out. Angrily, Tracy
struggled to get up, but when she realized what was happening
she kicked back over her head with her feet and knocked Rosie
away, then rolled over and got to her feet before Carol realized
the fight was still going on.
They faced off again and Tracy saw that Carol's breathing
was already labored, she was gasping for air. The pace of the
fight and the hot lights were taking a toll on the out-of-shape
former Playmate. Tracy, however, wasn't even breathing hard at
all and she smiled, thinking it would only be a matter of time
Carol charged Tracy, her hands open and her manicured
and polished nails glistening under the strong lighting. Just
as she reached for Tracy's hair, however, the lithe Californian
turned sideways, stuck out her hip and used Carol's momentum to
easily flip the charging French woman over her hip. Carol landed
flat on her back and all the air whooshed from her lungs. She
lay unmoving except for her mouth opening and closing like a fish
out of water and her fingers clawing at the mat as she struggled
to catch her breath. She was open, exposed and vulnerable as Tracy
bent over and grabbed her by the ankles.
Tracy spread Carol's legs as far apart as she could,
holding them with her arms outstretched. Carol's eyes widened
in terror as she realized what was about to happen to her and
she was powerless to stop it. Tracy leaped into the air between
Carol's legs and drove her knees down with her full weight behind
them right on Carol's pubic mound.
The French woman's head and shoulders spasm'd upward
off the mat, she made a weak, strangled sound, then she fell back.
Her hands jerked spasmodically, reaching between her legs to cradle
her bruised womanhood. Tracy stood up and dropped Carol's feet
which she slowly drew up as she tightly squeezed her thighs on
her hands. She rocked from side to side moaning in pain. Tracy
walked around and stomped on Carol's stomach, jarring the ring
with the impact. Carol's soft body jerked and spasmed, but Tracy
had no mercy, she stomped the French woman's a second time, her
foot sinking deep into the soft fleshy middle of her older opponent.
Carol was finished. Tracy sat down behind her and
wrapped her arms and legs around the dark haired French woman.
Tracy dug her talons into Carols breasts as she locked her ankles
and started to crush Carol's soft mid-section with her rock-hard
dancer's thighs. Diana stood at ringside screaming at Carol, "Get
out of it!" but she was helpless, her arms pinned at her
sides by Tracy's arms around her torso. All she could do was flail
her legs and groan as Tracy applied the crushing power of her
Rosie looked at Diana for instructions but the Oriental
refused to do anything so obvious as order her to break the hold
without any justification. Diana's power over the other Playmates
was almost total, but she would have lost "face" with
them if she'd interfered in a fight solely for personal reasons.
She knew that, in the long run, she'd get another chance for revenge
against Tracy. For the moment, it looked like Carol would have
to wiggle out of her predicament on her own or suffer the consequences.
Tracy rolled backward, using the strength of her
legs to lift Carol into the air still trapped between her thighs,
then just as Rosie desperately slapped the mat and counted, "One"
as Tracy's shoulders were down, she rolled forward again and slammed
Carol's butt down on the canvas in the infamous, "keister
Carol moaned as an electric shock sent shivers up
her spine and she swore she felt a rib crack as Tracy's strong
legs tightened a bit more when she exhaled. Red-faced, out of
breath and in pain, Carol nodded glumly when Rosie asked her if
she wanted to submit. She screamed it in fact, when Tracy rolled
her back up and prepared for a second keister bounce. Rosie ordered
Tracy to let Carol go and she did, slamming her ass down on the
mat a second time, then opening her legs and pushing Carol's limp,
sobbing body from between her open legs.
Tracy stood up and brushed the hair from her eyes,
smiling sweetly for the cameras as she adjusted her suit, tugging
at the cups of her top and jiggling her breasts provocatively.
She ran her fingers under the legs of her bikini and snapped it
back in place, bent over and then shook her ass at Diana. Then
she kicked Carol's body across the ring, out under the bottom
rope and off of the ring apron at Diana's feet.
"Better luck next time, bitch," she snarled.
"Here, you can have this as your consolation prize. Now where
Diana stood up and made a gesture to Rosie who went
to Carol who was writhing in pain on the floor. Rosie knew what
her boss wanted and she immediately stripped off Carols' suit,
exposing her pale breasts, her soft tummy with a little roll of
flab she hadn't been able to work off before the match and a neatly
trimmed bush between her tightly clenched legs. To say that Carol
looked frightened would be an understatement.
"No, please, don't...," Carol gasped between
sucking in breaths of air. "I can't ...."
Tracy took a step toward Rosie, thinking of trying
to put a stop to Carol's humiliation, but Diana stopped her in
her tracks by raising her hand.
"If you want Hope back, Carol's the price for
her freedom. Either that, or you come and take Hope's place. Which
is it going to be?"
Tracy looked at Carol, lying naked on her back at
Rosie's feet. She remembered the twin girls and husband waiting
at home for her. She shrugged, stepped through the ropes, hopped
off the ring apron and confronted Diana.
"If I don't hear from Hope by tonight, you're
going to be sorry. I know a lot of people who can make life very
uncomfortable for you and that 'school' you say you're running.
I don't think the Hefner's would object if I made a few telephone
calls on Hope's behalf. So don't mess around with me Diana, not
if you want to keep this sweet thing that you have here going.
Get my point?"
Diana just smiled enigmatically and snapped her fingers
at Rosie who dragged the protesting Carol out of the ring and
into the dressing room. As Diana started to follow them, Tracy
grabbed her shoulder, spun her around and repeated her question.
"I said, do you understand me?"
Diana reached up, grabbed Tracy's hand, turned and
gave the blonde's wrist sharp twist that dropped Tracy to her
"Don't ever put your hands on me without permission
again you tramp, do you understand ME?"
Her eyes tearing in pain, Tracy nodded quickly. Diana
released her hold and Tracy sat back on the floor rubbing her
"I'll send Hope home this afternoon," Diana
said. "Not because YOU want it, but because her training
is finished. Besides, Hefner wants her back anyway, she said I've
played with her long enough and they need her for some work. So,
you see, whoever won this fight she was being set free regardless.
I'm just sorry I have to settle for Carol instead of you as her
replacement. I don't think this one's going to be much of a challenge.
You on the other hand...."
Diana winked at Tracy and strode off to join Rosie
and Carol. Just as the door to the locker room closed behind Diana,
Tracy winced as she heard the sound of a slap, flesh on flesh,
and a yelp of pain.