It all started a week before when Wendy got a call
from her agent. They wanted her for a photo shoot and she was
enthusiastic until she found out her "partner" was going
to be the 1990 Playmate of the Year, Renee Tenison who had been
the first "Black" or "African-American" Playmate
of the Year at 22 years old. To Wendy the entire process had reeked
of "political correctness" run amok. Unfortunately,
she had been outspoken in her comments about the process when
she was chosen Playmate of the Month almost 2 years later in July
of 1991. Because if that, she had been called a "racist"
by some elements of the public who had misunderstood her critical
remarks which she had said in a misguided effort calling for reform
of the selection process.
Now Wendy found herself posing in a lace bra and
panties in the middle of a ring at a toney health club after hours.
The photographer she knew only by reputation. He was a middle
aged Black man who had worked for the magazine before, but she
was sure he got the job solely because Renee Tenison was involved
and she'd probably insisted on someone who could "make her
look good."
So when she returned to the locker room to change
into her next costume, she was already angry and upset. When she
couldn't find the jogbra she was supposed to wear for the next
set she screamed at the young wardrobe girl who shrugged, "It
was here a few minutes ago. Look again." Wendy was digging
in her bag for the third time and muttering angrily when Renee
walked past wearing Wendy's jogbra.
"Hey! That's MINE!" Wendy yelped as she
grabbed Renee by the arm. Renee looked honestly surprised as she
looked down at Wendy's hand on her arm. "Excuse me? Yours?
I don't think so, it was hanging with the rest of the stuff I'm
wearing for this. Maybe yours ran away out of fear of looking
bad." Wendy's face turned red and she looked over at the
young wardrobe girl who quickly excused herself, giggling into
her hand. Wendy grabbed her wardrobe sheet and waved it angrily
under Renee's nose. "Look you dumb bitch, it's right here
in black and white, 'Kaye, red jogbra; Tenison, white jogbra.'
Can't you read? Damn!"
Renee looked at the sheet and then angrily went back
to her own cubicle and got her own sheet. She glared at it a moment
and then came back and shook it under Wendy's nose. "Look
at this! 'Tenison, red jogbra; Kaye, white jogbra.' Somebody screwed
up, but it wasn't ME. So you back off girl and calm down so you
don't get yourself hurt. I'm about sick up to here with you and
that chip on your shoulder." Wendy reached up and started
to pull the straps of the bra off of Renee's shoulders, but the
Black woman slapped the White girl's hands away. "Keep your
fuckin' hands to yourself bitch."
Just then, the wardrobe girl returned accompanied
by the photographer and the magazine editor responsible for the
overall management of the photo shoot. "What's the trouble
you two?" the woman in charge asked brusquely. "She's
wearing my jogbra," Wendy blurted out before Renee could
open her mouth. "See," she added as she shoved the paper
at the executive, crossed her arms over her bare bosom and glanced
back at Renee with a little smirking smile. The woman looked at
Wendy's sheet and then at Renee who was still wearing the red
jogbra. "Renee? What's your story?"
Renee silently handed the woman her wardrobe sheet
and smiled, insincerely, back at Wendy. "See, hers is wrong.
I'm supposed to have the red one. Besides, you know the red will
draw the eye and you certainly want to emphasize your star, not
some . . .," she paused dramatically, ". . . racist
bimbo." Wendy spun around and would have slapped Renee if
the magazine editor hadn't anticipated it and caught her wrist.
"Calm down, both of you. This is silly. Look, this is what
we'll do. Renee, give the red one to Wendy," Renee started
to protest, but the woman hushed her with a quick gesture. "You
wear the white one Renee, I think that's what was planned originally
because your dark areolas will really be dramatic in that thin
white top. Don't worry, everyone will notice your breasts, like
they always do."
"Hey, wait a min. . ." Wendy started, but
the woman pressed her fingers to Wendy's ruby lips to shut her
up. "You got what you wanted, now behave and both of you
get dressed." She looked at her watch, "We're already
running late and this squabbling isn't helping. Now hurry up."
She grabbed the photographer and they went back out to finish
setting up for the next series of shots which would be done at
some of the exercise equipment. Renee pulled the top off over
her head and tossed it to Wendy. "Here bitch, I hope you're
happy." She went back to her own dressing area to find the
white top she was supposed to wear while Wendy got the red top
on.
"Wha. . . ." Wendy muttered as she pulled
it on. "This is the wrong size. Hey, Mabel, you got me the
wrong size. This one's too big." She got red-faced when she
heard Renee cackle from behind the screen where she was dressing.
"What's the matter hon? Can't you fill it? I didn't have
any trouble." Wendy took it off and checked the size. "Damn,
you DID stretch it out. You deliberately trying to make me look
bad?"
"It's not as hard as you make it sound,"
Renee giggled, "I just let you be yourself and it seems to
work fine." She came around the corner in her white top and
Wendy's heart sank. The editor was right, Renee's dark areola
were clearly visible through the thinly stretched white spandex.
Wendy angrily threw her red jogbra at Renee who caught it in her
left hand and looked down at it. "Something the matter with
this? You sure seemed eager to wear it when you saw how hot I
looked in it a few minutes ago. What's the matter, you don't have
what it takes?"
Wendy drew herself up to her full 5'6" height
and glared at Renee. "I'm not going to put up with this you
cunt. You think you can sabotage my outfit then prance around
showing off your store-bought tits? Well, you got another think
coming my dear." Renee's face flushed and she started to
shake with anger. "Store bought? Fake? You stupid cunt, these
are the real deal. I'm not some pneumatic bimbo like the White
cunts that get these jobs." Renee swung from the heels and
slapped Wendy upside her head. Before Renee could set herself,
Wendy threw herself at the Black girl and powered her to the
floor. "You bitch," she screamed as she dug her fingers
into Renee's dark hair and started to pull on it as she tried
to straddle her lusty opponent. "You cunt, I'll rip your
hair out. Let's see how many horny bastards want to look at you
bald."
The wardrobe girl takes one look at the two playmates
rolling on the floor trying to kill one another and runs screaming
out of the dressing room. In a few moments, she is back with the
photographer and the editor. They find Wendy straddling Renee's
waist, her hands in the Black girl's hair, tugging, shaking her
and slamming her head on the floor. Wendy is screaming insults,
threats and some things no one seems to understand. She's, in
other words, out of her head. "I'm going to kill you bitch,"
Renee mutters between the times her head "BONKS" on
the floor.
Wendy is still sitting astride Renee when the wardrobe
girl, the editor and the photographer and his helper come running
to break up the fight. They pull Wendy off of Renee and she even
tries to kick Renee as she's pulled away. "I'll kill you
bitch," Wendy screams, "Leggo me and I'll ruin that
bitch."
The photographer's assistant and the editor drag
Wendy away while the wardrobe girl and the photographer help Renee
to her feet. "Get off of me!" she screams. "I want
that skanky white bitch. Bring her back here, I'll rip that cunt's
heart out and shove it up her twat." The photographer chuckled
as he wrestled to keep Renee under control. The little wardrobe
girl looked like she was scared out of her wits as the Black woman
ranted and screamed, "Bring her back. I want that little
titted bitch." The photographer held her with one arm as
he scratched his head, an idea forming. "You want to show
up Snow White in front of the whole world?" he asked in a
conspiratorial whisper.
Renee stopped struggling and turned her head to look
at him. "Whatcha have in mind ol' man?" He smiled and
carefully removed his arm from around her. "Dat White bitch
is gonna finish this photo shoot, she wone wanna walk out and
have you call her a coward." Renee nodded, "Doh, so
what's your point?" He grinned as he caressed his camera
lovingly. "I'll get you two in the ring, for some 'fight
pictures' you just take it from there. It shouldn't be hard for
a home girl to teach that one some manners. Should it?" He
chuckled as a grin spread across Renee's full lips. "No old
man, it won't be hard at all."
Meanwhile, the editor and the photographer's assistant
were trying with little success to calm Wendy down. Finally, in
her frustration and to try to get Wendy to cooperate, the editor
told her, "Listen, relax. You'll get a chance to show that
Renee how tough you are, and you won't get fired doing it."
Wendy took a deep breath and then relaxed. She looked at the magazine
editor for a moment, then asked, "What the Hell are you talking
about? You know if I so much as lay a hand on Miss 1990's mocha
body Hef will have my ass."
The editor shook her head. "Not if you do it
during the shoot. I mean, you're supposed to be fighting. In the
pictures, it will look like you 'accidentally' missed when you
were faking a punch, or maybe your fingernails got a little too
close when you were pretending to scratch her. You don't think
you're the only Playmate who's upset with her do you? The other
girls will all rally to your defense if Hef tries to do anything,
even give you a letter of reprimand. Don't worry, I'll be here
as your witness and so will the rest of us. Just act professionally
until you two are in the ring and then, let it rip. And I DO mean
rip."
Wendy chuckled. "You really think it'll work?
I'd love to not only kick that uppity bitches ass but have the
pictures to prove it. Aren't you video taping this too?"
The editor pointed to the young man with a hand held video cam
sitting on a stool by the door. "He's been shooting since
you started, but we told him to keep it low key. Now for the fight,
he'll be right there at ringside, so you'll have to make it look
REAL. A couple of accidental slaps or punches won't seem that
out of line. Don't worry, we're all behind you." Wendy felt
pretty good when she went back to her dressing cubicle to try
to get her stretched out top to fit better. Finally, in desperation,
the wardrobe girl convinced her to stuff some Kleenex under her
breasts to fill up the empty space and it even gave her a little
extra cleavage.
Wendy and Renee both left their dressing areas at
the same time, elbowing one another and jostling as they made
their way to the ring. Once there, the photographer and the editor
explained the set-up, that they were supposed to be in a wrestling
match wearing the jog bras and cycle shorts that the sponsoring
athletic goods manufacturer had provided for them. "I want
you to go through all the motions of a real fight," the photographer
said, "because we're videotaping this and it has to look
real for the camera. Don't worry about me or the guy taping, we'll
be running around to get the best angle, you two just keep pretending
to fight and let us get the shots. Any questions?"
Renee growled and shook her head. "I can't wait,"
she hissed at Wendy. "Me either," Wendy snapped. "Just
be ready to say 'Uncle' when I pin your skinny Black ass to the
mat. You've been skating free for a while now, but the free ride
is over. Starting now, you're going to pay the toll just like
every other Playmate has to." Renee just bit her lip nervously
as she went to her corner, hoping she hadn't made a mistake letting
the photographer talk her into this. While Renee worried, Wendy
rubbed her thighs to get the blood flowing, a kind of warm-up
routine she'd seen dancers do.
While the two girls readied themselves, the young
man who was to be video taping them got his equipment set up.
With everyone distracted, no one saw the photographer and the
editor exchange winks. Their plan was about to pay off. If everything
went as expected, they'd not only get some hot photos for the
magazine, but the editors nephew would end up with a great video
tape he could sell on the black market for enough to pay a years
tuition to the UCLA film school. At least, that was the plan.
The editor called over another Playmate who had been
hanging around while Wendy and Renee posed. It was Hope Marie
Carlton, Miss July of 1985. The former playmate was doing some
consulting for the magazine on several matters and had just dropped
by to watch Wendy since they were both members of the "July
Sisters" an informal sorority founded by a former Miss July
to bind in sisterhood girls who traced their celebrity to the
month in which we celebrate the country's birthday.
Hope and the editor huddled together a few minutes,
then Hope disappeared into the dressing room to change. Meanwhile,
Wendy and Renee posed for a series of "before the fight"
pictures in the ring wearing their fight attire. Each preened
and posed provocatively, Wendy at one point pulling up her jogbra
to flash her bare breasts for the camera. Renee just laughed at
her. "You might as well leave that off altogether if you
can't fill it like a real woman. Those little titties of yours
are a disgrace for a Playmate." She lifted her own jogbra
and cupped her breasts, tweaking the nipples to harden them and
then thrusting her chest at the photographer. "Maybe you
should use a wide angle lens for these beauties," she whispered
in her sexiest tone.
Wendy shoved Renee aside and did a "muscle pose"
flexing her arms which looked a little stronger than Renee's.
Renee did a similar pose, showing her arms as tighter than Wendy's,
if not as large. Wendy smirked as she turned her back to the camera
and ran her hands over her bottom. "Better by far,"
she hissed. Renee was getting angry. She was proud of her tight
bottom, but she'd been kidded before about it being so much smaller
than her sister's "bubble butts" and she was sensitive
about it. "I haven't been knocked on mine Missy. I bet you've
been on yours several times, and you will be again real soon."
That's where they were when Hope returned wearing
a black and white striped sports bra and black shorts. She certainly
looked the part of a referee. "Well, well," Renee smirked,
"here's another pair of itty-bitty-titties. The four of yours
are barely enough to equal two of my 'black beauties'."
Wendy looked down at her own impressive bosom. She couldn't believe
what she'd just heard. Hope had, however, and she didn't hesitate
to speak up. "Don't mess with me sugar, I've been a Playmate
for like 10 years and you're just a rookie at it. You have no
idea what all it means to hold that title."
"Ten years of wear and tear is more like it,"
Renee laughs. "Why you're already over the hill old timer.
You should step aside and make way for the next generation before
one of us pushes you aside. And if it's me, old lady, I don't
push gentle. Be careful." Renee shoved her nose at Hope and
Wendy quickly stepped beside her "July Sister" to back
her up against the uppity Black woman. The three of them stood
there, chest to chest to chest. Wendy looked down and saw that
her breasts were pressed against one of Renee's and Hope's were
against the other. They had her surrounded! "Looks like the
four of ours are more than a match for yours," Wendy said
as she jabbed Renee's bulging bra.
"You better learn some manners little lady,"
Hope whispers to Renee, "or I'll have to turn your brown
bottom a fiery red after Wendy finishes with you. You're asking
for it." Renee stepped back and glared at the two white girls.
"Don't start something you can't finish girlies. As for your
tits Wendy, you better add Hopie's to yours if you want to make
Playmate of the Year like me. It takes more than pearly teeth
and frizzy hair, you need a rack to get their attention. I'm afraid
you'll always be an also-ran in that department, hon."
Just before Renee, Wendy and Hope got into a fight,
the photographer announced that he'd finished getting his pictures
and the editor came over to give them some last minute instructions.
"I thought the fight should have a referee in the background
to lend an air of legitimacy to the shoot. And since I don't want
any scratching, Hope will watch to make sure neither of you gets
carried away and goes too far. You girls are too expensive to
risk any injuries that would keep you from working, so just keep
it light, some holds, etc., but no scratching or closed fists,
OK? And don't worry about Hope, we'll keep her out of focus if
you're worried about being upstaged.
Renee laughed at the thought of "some old white
broad" upstaging her but Wendy hugged her "July Sister"
and said she'd be "honored to be in any picture with Hopie."
Renee just snorted when she heard Wendy's comment and went to
her corner where she knelt and bowed her head momentarily. Then
she stood up, turned around and leered at Wendy. She rubbed her
hands together as if she were eager for combat and when the editor
rang a bell, they both moved out toward one another. Renee looked
confident and Wendy seemed surprised but her body language was
one of confidence and it reflected the way she had gotten Renee
down earlier when they scuffled in the dressing room.
They circled warily, the clicking of the camera echoing
through the empty health club, punctuated by the whispers of their
bare feet on the canvas matting. Wendy struck first, grabbing
Renee by the hair with both hands and yanking her forward and
forcing her down to her knees. Renee let out a yelp of pain and
grabbed Wendy's hands with her own, trying to pry them out of
her hair. "Hey," she complained as she struggled trying
to get to her feet. Wendy laughed as the twisted her hips and
threw Renee over on her side, ripping out a clump of black hair
as she did. Renee screamed in protest as she rolled over and over
and then got to one knee rubbing her scalp. "Damn! OK, since
you want to play like that then you're going to regret it."
She stood up and moved toward Wendy.
As they crashed together, belly to belly, Wendy turned
slightly to the side and pushing her hand up under Renee's arm,
flipped the Black woman over her hip and down on her back on the
floor. Both women seemed surprised by the ease with which Wendy
put Renee on her back and Renee was surprised still again when
Wendy jumped on top of her and grabbed her hair with both hands.
Renee wrapped her arms around Wendy's chest, held on to the back
of her jogbra and rolled her over. They rolled across the ring,
cursing and cussing each other as Wendy used her grip on Renee's
hair to shake her head and bang it on the mat whenever she had
the chance.
Finally, Renee managed to pull the back of Wendy's
jogbra up and over her head, blinding her momentarily. As soon
as Wendy's eyes were covered by the stretchy bra, she let go of
Renee's hair and reached up to pull it off of her face so she
could see her rival. As soon as Wendy let go of her hair, Renee
released Wendy's jogbra and grabbed Wendy's wrists with both hands
as, at the same time, she wrapped her lithe legs around Wendy's
waist and locked her ankles. The look on Wendy's face and the
sound she made, brought a grin to Renee's lips as the two women
struggled belly to belly on the mat.
Wendy was still on top and she used her position
and pushed with her feet, trying to roll Renee's body up onto
her shoulders and so put pressure on her back. At the time, it
seemed perfectly logical to the young blonde, but her position
was making it easier for Renee to increase the pressure on her
waist and she soon came to regret it as Renee used her legs to
throw Wendy over on her side and continued to squeeze her. Wendy's
face was turning red and she was having trouble getting her breath
as Renee squeezed her middle. With both wrists held tight, Wendy
couldn't do anything to pry Renee's legs off of her waist. Finally,
short of breath and starting to see double, she gasped, "Oh
God, Lemme go."
Wendy bit her lip as she squirms and struggles against
Renee's strength and power. It began to dawn on her that this
whole idea of she and Renee wrestling for a photo shoot was silly
and wished she'd turned them down when they suggested it in the
first place. The blonde kicked her feet and pushed with both hands
at Renee's tightly corded thighs, but she was being crushed and
couldn't figure out how to escape. Just as she was about to surrender,
the editor yelled, "OK, that's enough of that. Break it up
and let's move on to another pose." Hope leaned over and
tapped Renee on the shoulder, "Let her go."
Renee glared up at the second blonde in the ring
and then gave Wendy's ribs a final squeeze. When Wendy grunted,
Renee opened her legs and rolled Wendy's limp body from between
her legs. As Hope knelt to check on Wendy, Renee got to her feet
and walked away smiling.
Wendy rose slowly, her face crimson and her hands
trembling. She was angry both at herself and at Renee but she
was also out of breath from the crushing pressure on her chest
and more than a little scared by her ordeal. During the brief
break n the photo shoot for the photographer and the video cameraman
to reload their cameras, Wendy was able to walk around and catch
her breath. Renee also took advantage to rest her legs which were
trembling from the strain of maintaining the pressure on Wendy's
torso.
"You alright?" Hope asked Wendy as she
stood with her arm around the shoulder of her "July sister."
Wendy's body was quivering, but she nodded quickly, too quickly
Hope thought. "Look at them. Everyone's laughing at the way
she was treating me. You know they're all on her side. That's
why they brought in that photographer, they want her to look good.
We all know he's the one they always use for the Black girls.
I wish I'd never taken this assignment."
"Oh relax," Hope said as she gave Wendy
a squeeze. "I don't think everyone's against you. They probably
feel as bad about it as you do, maybe worse. Besides, I'm here
to watch out for you. I won't let anything bad happen to you."
Thus reassured, Wendy seemed in better spirits when the editor
called she and Renee back to the ring to resume shooting. But
just as they came together, Renee said, "Too bad your friend
Hope was here to save you. Without her, you'd be Hopeless and
I'd have made you cry. I bet they'd love that down at the magazine,
their blonde bimbo Plaything crying her blue eyes out while some
big ol' Black bitch crushed her in her strong, black legs. Yummmy,
what a great photo."
Wendy's face got even redder than it was already
and she threw herself at Renee, flailing away with both hands,
slapping the Black Playmate with both hands. Renee leaned back
in surprise, set her feet and started to return the volley, slap
for slap. Hope was caught off guard and looked at the editor to
see what she should do. "Let `em go," she said, "Let's
see what happens." Hope stepped back, but ready to rush in
to save Wendy from injury if Renee got the upper hand again. At
first, Wendy did well, landing several stinging blows that rattled
Renee's head, but Renee was using her whole body, leaning into
her slaps and they hit with the force of punches, the "smack"
sound echoing in the empty gym.
Wendy took a step back, then another. Renee advanced,
stepping into each slap and landing it flush on Wendy's cheek.
After another hard exchange, Wendy stopped slapping and tried
to cover her face with her hands to protect herself from injury.
Hope was starting forward to put a stop to Renee's assault when
Wendy stumbled and fell on her butt with a loud grunt. Renee quickly
bent down and pulled her to her feet by the arm, Wendy's hands
were covering her face as she turned her head to the side, cowering
from the expected slap.
Renee didn't disappoint, cuffing Wendy so hard she
knocked her down again, this time on her stomach. Wendy tried
to crawl away as Hope pulled Renee off of Wendy and shoved her
toward the opposite side of the ring. But as soon as Hope let
go, Renee came after Wendy who was crawling on her hands and knees
toward the side of the ring, whether to get some room to get to
her feet or to escape was impossible to determine.
Renee chased Wendy down and grabbed her by the hair
and arm and pulled her to her feet. Wendy turned on her and slapped
her again. Simultaneously, both women grabbed handfuls of hair
as they began another hair tearing battle, reeling and spinning
around in the ring cussing and spitting as they try to yank each
others hair out. They kept it up for several minutes as the camera
shutter clicked and the video camera motor whirred.
Wendy was forced back into a corner with her back
against the ropes and her head bent back over the top strand.
Wendy raised her hands to protect her face as Renee shook her
head by the hair. Wendy was screaming for Renee to let go of her
hair, but Renee had a better grip and Wendy lost her grip as
she was slammed into the corner. As Wendy cried out for Renee
to, "Eeeeeeeeowwww, leggo my hair," Renee did just that.
Renee released her grip on Wendy's hair and took
a short step back with her right foot. Wendy's body slumped forward
when the grip on her hair released and Renee moved forward, her
entire weight behind the punch as she drove her fist into the
blonde's belly. Hope heard the air whoosh out of Wendy as she
doubled over, but before she could figure out what she should
do, Renee had lifted Wendy up by the hair and slammed three more
punches into her stomach. The final one was a low blow and Wendy
collapsed on her knees at Renee's feet as Hope finally got there
to pull Renee away.
Wendy topped over clutching herself until her forehead
was on the mat. The editor was applauding as the photographer
and video cameraman elbowed each other to get into the best position
to shoot Wendy's humiliation. Hope shoved Renee into the other
corner and screamed at her, "You aren't supposed to be hitting
her like that, not with your fists you bitch!" As Renee fumed,
Hope went to check on her "July sister" but Wendy was
in bad shape. She slowly stretched out on her belly on the canvas,
holding her stomach with both hands and moving her legs slowly
as if she were doing the breaststroke in a pool.
Renee came up behind Hope and grabbed her by the
shoulders, spun her around and threw her halfway across the ring,
then bent and used two handfuls of Wendy's hair to drag her out
into the middle of the ring as Wendy shrieked at the pain in her
scalp and tried to pry Renee's fingers from her golden locks.
Renee kicks Wendy in her well padded butt and sends Wendy sprawling
on her face. Renee grabs Wendy's ankle and lifts the leg up, twisting
her foot as she kicks at the inside of her leg with her bare foot.
Hope gets up but the kid with the video camera grabs
her arm to prevent her from interfering with his view and the
editor hisses, "Let her go Hope, this is great stuff. I want
some of you in there later, so just take it easy and don't get
all sweaty." Meanwhile, Renee had rolled Wendy over onto
her back and was sitting on her chest, bouncing her tight ass
on Wendy's tits as she pinned her arms beneath her knees. She
slapped Wendy's already bright red face, "Now, tell everyone
I'm the best." Wendy shook her head slightly, but instead
of getting angry, Renee laughed and slapped her face again, then
yanked her hair.
After a couple of slaps and a few hard hanks, Wendy
was near hysteria. "Please, OK. You're the best. Anything
you want, just stop. You'll ruin my face." Renee sat up and
proudly thrust out her chest as she smiled for the camera and
turned her upper body to the side, showing her impressive profile
to the lens. "Spank her ass," the young kid with the
video camera yelled, "Make her ass as red as her face."
Renee stood up and looked at her photographer who
nodded in agreement. She looked at the editor and she shrugged.
Since no one seemed to mind, Renee grabbed Wendy and flipped her
onto her stomach, then pulled her shorts down to her knees. With
Wendy covering her face with her hands, it wasn't difficult to
bare her smooth pale bottom. Renee sat on Wendy's back and started
to spank. Wendy let out a shriek and reached back with both hands,
but Renee sitting on the small of her back prevented her from
reaching her bottom and as Renee's dark hands kept landing on
first one cheek then the other in a slow, rhythm her pale butt
slowly turned pink, then rosy.
Despite Wendy's attempts to clench her muscles, Renee
rained blows down with such power that as the resistance drained
from Wendy's lithe body, her cheeks began to shake and quiver
under the dark-haired woman's assault. All the while she was spanking
her, Renee called Wendy names and made several insulting comments
about her "white girl ass." She particularly took joy
in dissing blondes, saying, "Y'all can't fight fur shit."
Hope stayed in the corner as long as she could stand it but finally
even her ambition wasn't enough to keep her from putting a stop
to Renee's humiliation of "July sister."
Hope ran over and pulled Renee off of Wendy, "That's
enough. You made your point, now back off if you don't want to
get the same yourself." Renee laughed, "Then I'll give
you the rest, Hopeless. And don't think I'm afraid of you, because.
. . " Renee hauled off and slugged Hope square in the pit
of the stomach, ". . . I'm not!" Her fist went deep
into the white flesh between the waistband of her black shorts
and the bottom of her black and white striped sports bra. Hope
gasped and took a step back, then rocked forward and hit her back.
They grabbed each other and started to roll around
on the mat, slapping, kneeing, punching and pulling hair. "Oh
God, it's getting out of hand," someone said as all three
of the spectators scrambled into the ring to pull Renee off of
Hope who tried to kick Renee as she was pulled away. "You're
not going to get away with doing that to my sister," Hope
screamed as they were separated. Renee giggled and said, "OK,
Hopeless, but if you want me, bring somebody to save your ass
the way you saved Wendy's, cause you'll need it."
The photographer pulled Renee away and took her into
the locker room while the editor took Hope aside to try to calm
her down. While all that was going on, Wendy was still laying
moaning on the mat, holding her churning stomach with one hand
and rubbing her burning bottom with the other as the kid with
the video camera continued to film her.
The End?
Note: In the balloting by you fans, Renee won handily
with 153 votes to 121for Wendy.
++
fight should be more a catfight, but sorta sensuous
- not so much pro moves! have Wendy cocky at first, when they
start Wendy is aggressive and dirty and seems to have the advantage
but Renee is stronger, a better fighter. they get into a slapping
contest and Wendy starts backing down, goes for Renee's hair -
then Renee knees her in the tummy.
fast start. little lull as Wendy is hurt and has
to stop her offensive, Renee takes a little time to recover, they
got back at it ( if there is a test of strength, it might be here)
and Renee takes over... soon Wendy is in the run - hair pulling,
slapping, limb twisting. maybe a punch or two, maybe by Renee,
Wendy might not know how to fight with her fists
don't think Wendy should last long Renee hurts her
right off and just runs right over her. Hope has to pull her off
a couple of times, but Renee shoves hope away and the photographer
keeps saying "we need more pictures"
there is a test of strength in there some where,
or Renee might offer one once she has stopped Wendy's aggressiveness
and Wendy declines. I do like Renee taking over after she has
taken what Wendy can do... I see Renee as being stronger. grabbing
hands, Renee shoves her breasts against Wendy's (that's after
all the whole point of the fight) and starts to push her around
the ring Wendy does OK, but is just not quiet as tough or strong
and once she realizes she can't win, she does not fight back as
hard and just wants out
I want Renee to dominate Wendy once she takes control, but I do not want her to appear to be so tough that she is unbeatable
Renee to tie? Wendy's arms behind her, to the ropes?, somehow, and slap her breasts..."Maybe if these things got some exercise, they'd swell up a size or two. I think I'll give you a ....(smack) hand."
Renee sitting on Wendy's back knees pinning her arms
down... banging her head off the mat, Wendy screaming she want
to quit
Wendy looked at Hope and smiled as she walked slowly
over to Renee who lay squirming on her side and trying to catch
her breath. "Let's try to make this look as real as we can,
OK?" Wendy whispered as she pulled Renee up by the hair and
threw her into the ropes surrounding the smallish ring. Renee
hit chest-first and bounced back, nearly stumbling and falling,
but before she did Wendy grabbed her from behind and wrapped her
arms around her chest, squeezing her in a reverse bearhug. Renee's
eyes widened as Wendy lifted her up and then slammed her ass down
on her extended knee. Renee's spine telescoped and her teeth chattered
from the impact.
Wendy threw Renee off of her knee and the beautiful
young Black woman toppled over and landed on her chest on the
mat. She rose slowly to her knees and reached back with both hands
trying to ease the pain in her throbbing behind as Wendy pranced
around and raised her arms, flexing her "biceps" for
the Playboy photographer and striking a pose with her breasts
thrust toward the camera. Flashbulbs went off and camera motors
ground as she did her thing. Off to the side, the young videographer
was getting it all on tape, including the sight of Renee kneeling
in the background wiping tears from her eyes as she watched Wendy
celebrate.
Renee slowly stood up and walked toward Wendy who
turned around and grinned at her rival. "You want some more?"
She stopped rubbing her butt and wiped her hands on the front
of her shorts. "I was planning on giving you some this time.
I didn't like what you just did. I don't want those pictures in
the magazine. I guess that I'll have to give them something more
interesting to look at." She jabbed her finger between Wendy's
firm young breasts. "I think those will make a nice display."
Wendy took a step back and glanced at the editor.
"This is just for the pictures, right?" The editor shook
her head, "You two go ahead and fight. Don't mind us, we'll
just snap the pictures as you go along. It's alright." Wendy
looked worried and her expression seemed to get more concerned
when Renee stepped closer and shoved her back a few more steps.
"Come on and fight bitch, I'm gonna give them some great
pictures of you to print."
"I don't think that's going to happen bitch,"
Wendy snarled as she lowered her shoulder and charged into Renee's
chest. Wendy's sudden rush drove Renee back into the corner and
she hit the ropes flush, her dark hair flying as her head snapped.
As Wendy threw her own body against Renee's however, Renee raised
her knee between them and as Wendy's body rammed into the corner,
Renee's knee sank deep into Wendy's stomach.
Wendy doubled over clutching her belly and staggered
back, giving Renee the perfect opening. She held Wendy's hair
with both hands and pulled her head down and forward as she brought
her knee up into Wendy's face. There was a sickening "crunch"
and Wendy went flying over backward with her feet in the air.
She landed flat on her back and grabbed her face with both hands,
blood pouring from between her fingers. As she rolls around in
pain, Renee pulls herself up and takes a couple of breaths to
compose herself.
"Oh come on Windy, get up. You aren't hurt,
just got your big ol' nose busted up a lil' bit. Maybe you'll
be the first centerfold with a cast on your face." Renee
pulled Wendy up by the hair and dragged her around the ring on
wobbly legs. Wendy yelped in pain as Renee yanked hair and then
threw her face first into the corner. Wendy hit the corner and
slumped there with her head and arms folded over the top rope
as Renee held her with a knee in the small of her back while she
began to try to pull Wendy's jogbra up over her head.
Renee knocks hope out as below, tie/leave her with
Wendy
++ at the end, give the vote total: Renee wins 153 votes to 121
NOTE: Renee should refer to Hope as Hopeless somewhere,
maybe after she has taken her out
when they come in to see what all the squawking and
squealing is about... they find Wendy on top of Renee and pull
them apart, and they are screaming and cussing and carrying on,
and take them to a ring (not sure why one is so handy, maybe you
can help with that too)
maybe the photo shoot is in a gym/health club or maybe there's one next door and the photographer is a fight fan or maybe they were going to pose in boxing gloves so he/she suggests they "take it next door and settle it"
they scuffle and then the others come in and lead them to the ring
trouble is that Renee hits her back
Wendy's tummy looks like and inviting target, Renee is excited about this
I think she's disliked Wendy for a while, been hoping something like this would flare up so she could kick 'whitey's ass'
do you think that Wendy is getting a bit reluctant as she is moved towards the ring
she felt the sting of Renee in the dressing room
I think she may regret starting this but she's angry, that overcomes her natural reluctance
good, can you express that in the story
these are playmates so when they get them to the
ring, maybe the audience would get them to do some comparisons
before they have them start to strut around, posing and puffing
themselves up, showing off arms legs, and the rest
Fight in bra's and panties, but they are pulling
their bras down some during the "show-off" phase, the
way that Wendy is doing in that picture
motivation = jealousy over position in the mansion or something
OK
yes. that might be right... Renee challenges Wendy to match her tits
throws her bra to Wendy and challenges her to fill it up
once in the ring Renee takes over
after Renee destroys Wendy, she won't stop, keeps
after her
hope would try dragging Renee off Wendy and Renee turns on a surprised hope and they go at it too
Renee leaves two battered blondes on the mat
if it's a quick finish, we'll add hope
have it mentioned that hope won the most valuable at the playmate games thing, have her acting superior, maybe that is why Renee decides to teach her a lesson too and that's why she got picked to referee since she's 'toughest' they think that she is at least qualified to keep order
Renee is just so wound up that she can't stop rolls
over Hope pretty fast... audience is stunned
I think Renee would turn on Hope while hope is trying
to pull her off of Wendy
either slug her in the stomach or punch her in the jaw
sort of knocks her silly with one punch and takes control that way....we leave it unclear as to how good hope really is in case we want a rematch later
one to the stomach and one to her jaw.... hope goes limp or she goes reeling back into the ropes
she rebounds, and Renee knees her in the stomach, then uppercuts her, puts Hope on her back
so quick, many in the audience miss it they are shocked
as they buzz with excitement Renee drags Wendy over and arranges her body on top of Hope?
or does she pick Wendy up over her shoulder and carry
her off?
maybe she and hope mentioned breast size before the fight too
we should leave a couple of unanswered questions, if no other reason than to provoke comment on the discussion board
hopefully
maybe during the match, Hope has to warn Renee several times or pull her off of Wendy.....anything to build tension between
and check on Wendy then tries to stop hope from doing what she wants when Wendy is out
Renee thinks Hope is favoring Wendy
she is the referee, part of her job is to prevent injury and Wendy is in danger of being seriously hurt Wendy is out... everyone knows that she is beaten Renee is trying to pull her up again
but Renee is just getting started, or so she thinks
that is what she says when hope tell her to stop
"I'm going to give this slut a beating she'll feel for a month."
hope goes over and grabs Renee's shoulder from behind... "said that's enough"
that's when Renee spins around and punches her in the belly? Renee drops Wendy whirls and kick hope in her stomach
hope doubles over, Renee knees her in her jaw
hope drops to the mat
hope's cockiness leads to her distruction
she should have seen that something like this might happen but she was relaxed and vulnerable
Renee made quick work of her
but she feels so superior that she is not the least prepared
unless she's just "easy" naturally
well, that is what we will see later
hope will of course say that she was totally surprised
and that she could take Renee in a real fight