Part One: The 2009 Super Bowl Party by Tank

"LET'S GO, STEELERS ,LET'S GO!"

"Growing up in Meadville, Pennsylvania, outside of Pittsburgh, I've always taken a lot of pride in the Steelers", she explained to Kim and Ginny earlier that afternoon.

"Do you realize that if they win, they'll be the first NFL franchise to win six Super Bowls? I'm very excited for myself and for the great fans of Pittsburgh."

K&G wisely decided to arrange the lounge for their Super Bowl party with separate Steeler and Cardinal rooms so fans of both could cheer their teams on with their fellow supporters. The lounge provided a buffer between the two spacious locations which provided fans with huge screens, plenty of seating, and various paraphernalia of both teams hanging on the walls of their respective rooms. It was designed to eliminate potential heated confrontations between fans of both teams.

"LET'S GO CARDINALS! LET'S GO CARDINALS!" Demi Moore, dressed in a cardinal cheer leading outfit was the unquestioned leader of the Cardinals Room.

"Though I resided for a while in Pennsylvania, I was born in Roswell, New Mexico. My allegiance has always been to the Southwest. The Cardinals are the only NFL franchise between Texas and California", she had explained to K & G. "Do you realize how much this game means to us? It's our first Super Bowl and if we win, my neck of the woods will own the bragging rights to the Super Bowl champions. I can't wait for kickoff."

Demi and Sharon had exchanged hostile looks all afternoon. Now with at least a couple of stiff drinks in both of them, each decided to outdo the other. It was about an hour before kickoff when Demi heard a loud cheering coming from the Steelers Room that was drowning out her own. Since the doors to both rooms were kept open to receive additional fans, she put down her pom poms and made her way toward the Steelers Room.

"HERE WE GO, STEELERS; HERE WE GO!" Demi watched Sharon waving her pom-poms. The blond would leap into the air as she led the cheers, her black and gold skirt flying above her matching thong. Demi was feeling more and more irritated by Sharon's antics.

"Doesn't she know she's a little old to be acting like a high school girl?" She thought, though she was only four years younger herself. She could not deny that her rival still possessed her trademark fabulous legs. Nor could she deny that Sharon, in general, still looked extremely sexy and attractive. So much so, that everyone's eyes were glued to her black and gold Steeler thong and shapely thighs whenever the athletic blond would leap into the air to lead the cheers.

Sharon was enjoying herself immensely as she teased her fellow fans with her cheerleading which seemed to become more erotic by the minute. Demi really began to fume when she noticed fellow Cardinal fans crossing over to the Steeler Room to take a peek. Sharon did not disappoint them. Finally, Demi, feeling totally outdone, couldn’t take it any longer and slowly began removing her blouse and skirt.

"I'll show these Steeler fans something they won't forget" she chuckled. The raven haired beauty made her way inside the Steelers Room. Facing the crowd in front of Sharon, she stripped into her cardinal thong as she performed a striptease on her rival's turf. Demi even removed her matching bra and began to twirl it above her as she danced about the room.

All eyes were now on Demi's big bare breasts and shapely body as she danced and gyrated her butt. She even had the audacity to thrust her butt behind her and nailed Sharon in her groin.

"OWWWWWWW!" The blond doubled over, pain etched on her face. Sharon quickly stood upright and clenched her fists in anger and embarrassment.

Demi began to smirk as she eyed a Steelers’ terrible towel which was hanging on the wall. She grabbed it and threw it to the ground. Then she began to dance on top of it. By then, almost every Cardinal fan had squeezed into the room and they began to applaud loudly. But their applause was drowned out by the vociferous booing and jeering of irate Steeler fans.

As Demi gyrated her exquisite body, her feet stamping on the very symbol of Steeler glory and tradition, the fans turned to Sharon to uphold their honor.

"Do something, Sharon! Don't let her stamp all over our tradition!" a fan shouted.

"Please Sharon! You represent the pride of Western Pennsylvania. Make her stop!" another yelled.

"C'mon Sharon! Don't allow this arrogant bitch to make fools of us and our team!" screamed a man in a Hines Ward jersey.

Sharon had enough and she was not about to let her fellow Steeler fans down. She rushed at Demi, yanked her cardinal bra out of her hand and threw it to the ground. Then she jumped up and down on it to the delight and applause of Steeler fans while Cardinal fans booed lustily.

By then, everyone in the lounge had gravitated to the room to find out what was going on. They watched Demi grab hold of Sharon's skirt from behind and tear it clean off. The blond, still in her blouse, but reduced to her Steeler's thong, turned and gazed at Demi in utter contempt. Demi smirked at Sharon as she rubbed Sharon's Steeler skirt under her armpits. Sharon placed her hands on her hips and glared at Demi gyrating her body in nothing but her skimpy cardinal thong. She was seeing red in more ways than one.

"DO YOU ENJOY MAKING A FOOL OF YOURSELF, DEMI?" Sharon yelled. Demi stopped dancing and faced her.

"Kick her ass, Demi!" a Cardinal fan shouted.

"Show her who's boss, Demi!" shouted another.

Demi answered Sharon in a way that was very menacing. "AFTER I'M DONE LEG SCISSORING YOU INTO SUBMISSION, KITTEN, YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE I MIGHT DO? I JUST MIGHT WATCH THE GAME WITH MY ASS ON YOUR FACE! AND EVERY TIME THE CARDINALS SCORE, I'LL RUB IT IN SOME MORE!"

Demi was patting her ass as she spoke and the many Cardinal fans who had invaded the Steelers Room erupted in cheers and applause.

"OH YEAH, LITTLE DEMI?" Sharon responded. "LET'S DO IT! I'll WRAP MY STEELY STEELER THIGHS AROUND THOSE FAKE TITTIES AND SQUEEZE UNTIL YOU BEG ME TO LET YOU GO. THEN I'LL WATCH THE GAME SITTING ON YOUR FACE! I'LL RUB IT IN EVERY TIME THE STEELERS GET A FIRST DOWN...OR WARNER GETS SACKED!" Sharon smiled as she slapped her ass and the Steeler fans went wild!

"LITTLE DEMI, HUH?" the brunette answered as she began to stalk toward Sharon angrily. "YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS OF MY BIGGER ASSETS! AND YOU MIGHT FEEL RELIEVED, AFTER ALL, WHEN MY DERRIERE PREVENTS YOU FROM WATCHING YOUR STEELERS GET CRUSHED." Demi smirked. "BUT YOU'LL STILL BE ABLE TO HEAR IT."

"IS THAT SO?" Sharon shouted as she took a step toward her rival. "I'LL BE SITTING ON TOP AND IN CONTROL OF YOU JUST AS SURE AS MY STEELERS WILL BE IN CONTROL OF YOUR CARDINALS."

As the women circled each other preparing to attack, the Steeler fans began to cheer, "SHARON! SHARON! SHARON!"

Almost immediately, Cardinal fans respond, "DEMI! DEMI! DEMI!"

For a time, their catfight dwarfed the Super Bowl in significance.
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Part Two: More Tales of the "Magic Bikini" by Tank

Now the Magic Bikini and its possession has always been filled with much deception and intrigue. It has been this way ever since Sharon Stone had stolen it from its original owner, Paris Hilton. Then the fabled pink silk fabric passed from Sharon to Demi Moore and from Demi to its present owner, Jessica Simpson. But its possessor always becomes a target to those who lust to possess it once she reveals herself as the beneficiary of its power.

Mind games among other things can become commonplace as it was in the case of Sharon and Demi. For it so happened that Demi wrested it away from Sharon but the full story was not told. But it will be touched upon here.

The Magic Bikini- Volume 1, Chapter 13, Pages 168- 173.
Sharon was very dejected after being dominated by Demi and having the "Magic Bikini" taken from her. It was three nights later that she lay on her couch in a red bra, matching miniskirt, and pantyhose plotting obsessively how to get the magic bikini back. The doorbell rang and Sharon was stunned to see Demi holding a box in her hand.

"Take it, Sharon. I have given it a great deal of thought and I've come to the conclusion that you should be the one to possess it. May I come in?"

Sharon allowed Demi inside and opened the box. It was a pink silk bikini. She was amazed Demi would give it back to her and found herself speechless. But as she sat on her couch with her brunette rival, Demi explained her reasons with tears in her eyes.

"Its been nothing but a curse to me. I felt guilty taking it from you in the first place. You should possess it. I hate to admit it but(sniff sniff) you look more beautiful in it than I do." A tear began to stream down Demi's cheek. "I found the more you wear it, the longer it takes for its power to take effect. Last time I wore it, it took almost two hours before I felt its strength." Demi could not deny, though, that the bikini had caused the wearer to revert back to her physical prime and keep her looking young even for a number of days after it had been last worn. For both women looked no older than their mid thirties.

Sharon excused herself and made her way into her bedroom. She examined it closely and could find no difference between it and the bikini Demi had taken from her.

"I'll put the panties on right away underneath my pantyhose so I'll know if she's tricking me", she thought. "If the panties take a couple of hours to work their magic, at least I'll get a head start. I'll be much stronger than her if she tries anything which I know she will. But if they're fake...oh well!" Changing into the panties, she walked back to the living room and joined her rival on the couch.

"So Demi, how do I know for sure you didn't bring me a fake and you're not wearing the real one?" Sharon asked suspiciously.

"I don't blame you for not trusting me, Sharon. Watch, I'll prove to you I'm sincere." Demi stripped into her underwear consisting of a black satin bra and thong. About three inches below her thighs, pantyhose and a black garter belt completed her covering.

"Are you convinced now?" she asked.

Sharon smiled and poured cocktails. The two women began to chat and and as time passed they found themselves involved in a game of Twister. It was a game played on a long cloth walkway which was divided into sections. The ladies took turns setting a wheel in motion which designated their positions together on the long cloth. The next to last position found Demi mounted on Sharon, the front of her thong and pantyhose riding on the back of Sharon's yellow panties and pantyhose covering her shapely legs. Demi rested more than comfortably on Sharon, her groin pressing on her rival's butt. But the blond had the final spin and she was able to move forward a space to the finish line to win the game.

"Looks like I won, Demi. Any other games you'd like to play?" Sharon looked at the clock and noticed over an hour and a half had passed since she slipped into the panties which she concealed beneath her yellow bottom.

"How about a bare breasted arm wrestling match?"

Sharon paused at Demi's challenge. Then, reluctantly, agreed. They sat topless at the kitchen table and gripped hands.

"Oh, by the way Sharon, I stretched out the bikini bra when I put it on. But it’ll soon shrink back down to fit your smaller breasts after you’ve worn it a while."

The blond frowned and bit her lip. She then gave the signal and they commenced to arm wrestle. She got off to an advantage but could not put Demi's arm down any further. Both women began to grunt and strain their arms and wrists. Demi began to slowly but surely force Sharon's arm toward the table. She propped up her upper body until her breasts were closer to Sharon's, their arms separating them. Both women were breathing deeply. Demi continued to force Sharon's arm until it was a few inches from the table. Sharon was grimacing. With an extra surge of strength, Demi slammed Sharon's arm to the table. The brunette had won. Demi smiled at Sharon who stood up and walked from the table to fix more drinks.

The two women, now bare breasted in their pantyhose, met again on the couch.

"Don't feel ashamed you lost, Sharon. You did pretty well…for a slut." Demi sneered.

"What did you call me?" Sharon was caught off guard by Demi's insult. She glanced at the clock and it told her it was about five minutes short of two hours since she had slipped into the "magic panties".

Suddenly, without warning, Demi grabbed Sharon’s arm, stood up and dragged her off the couch.

"Let me go, bitch!" Sharon screamed as she slapped the brunette.

Demi slapped back, then tripped her taller blond to the floor. Sharon quickly got to her feet and ran toward her bedroom. But before she could close and lock the door, her brunette rival pushed her way in.

A savage fight proceeded as they punched, kicked, slapped, and wrestled. A snapping right cross by Demi found Sharon's jaw and she fell backward on the bed. Demi jumped on top of her and soon had her wrestled helplessly on her lap. Sharon struggled desperately but it was no use. The sexy brunette had her tawny legs and pantyhose locked in a vice grip around Sharon's shapely legs and pantyhose. Demi twisted a struggling Sharon on her belly and mounting her, she began to ride her into the bed. Sharon now realized the" magic panties" she was wearing underneath her pantyhose were nothing but a fake replica.

"Tell me you enjoy being dominated by be, Sharon. Tell me!" Demi raised her voice in anger. Her lovely blond victim could only moan as she struggled in vain beneath her rival. "Yes, I tricked you, Sharon, because I just had to feel you beneath me one more time. I always let you off the hook when you submitted to me. But I realized it wasn't enough. I want you to admit you enjoy me dominating you. Now admit it!"

"NOOOO....NOW GET OFF ME YOU CRAZY BITCH!"

"There IS something deep inside you that longs to be dominated.....isn't there?"

"NO....YOU'RE INSANE.....NOW GET OFF OF ME!"

"You were teasing me during that Twister game, weren't you? When I mounted on top of you, you were very reluctant to move. You enjoyed it... me riding your butt, didn't you?" Demi grabbed Sharon's arms and twisted them behind her back. Her thighs were pressed tightly around her rival's, their pantyhose now tangled together as the bigger breasted brunette twisted and pressed the blond beauty more forceably into her own bed.

"OWWWWW! LET ME GO! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A BULLY....A CONNIVING WITCH WHO ENJOYS DOMINATING ME. I NEVER SHOULD HAVE LET YOU IN MY HOUSE!"

"We both knew deep down you couldn't say no to me. You've dreamed of us wrestling again every bit as much as I have and you know it!"

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! YOU'RE HURTING ME, DEMI. PLEASE STOP!"

Demi raised her thong off of Sharon and yanked her yellow panties below her butt. She then noticed the pink silk panties underneath. "Ha! You REALLY didn't believe they were the real ones, did you? You're too smart for that!"

Demi mounted herself on Sharon and wrapped her arms underneath her breasts. Then she began to squeeze her breasts while applying pressure with her thighs. Sharon thrust her butt up into the front of Demi's thong. She felt overwhelmed, her body dominated again by her well muscled brunette rival.

Demi released her left arm from around Sharon's breasts as she pressed the shapely blond's body deeper into the bed. She then maneuvered her legs around her more tightly. RIPPPPP! Sharon's pantyhose still tangled in Demi's was partly tore off as the blond grunted and moaned helplessly.

"I SAID GET OFF OF ME! I HATE BEING DOMINATED BY MUSCULAR BRUNETTES....ESPECIALLY YOU....YOU IN YOUR LITTLE BLACK THONG WITH YOUR PANTYHOSE AND GARTER BELT...WITH YOUR BIG BREASTS AND STEELY THIGHS. YOU'RE ACTING LIKE A..(PANT PANT)...DOMINATRIX! I HATE YOU!"

Demi slipped her free left hand under the pink silk panties of the blond beauty and slowly began to massage her womanhood as she gently rode her into the bed.

"OOOHHHHH......AHHHHHHH!" Sharon moaned.

She began to cum on Demi's hand and Demi quickly followed.

"OOOHHHHH...DEMI...DOMINATE ME...YOU'RE SOOOOOO STRONG!"

The raven haired dominatrix continued to ride the sensuous blond into the bed, her hand under her panties. Demi's intuition and instincts had proven to be right. Sharon had been secretly longing to be thoroughly dominated by her steely brunette rival.

As the evening passed, Demi spent much of the next several hours with Sharon on her lap dealing her a series of stern spankings. Sharon would verbally protest before bursting out crying. But her docile body said otherwise. For it wasn't long before the blond would willfully bend her naked derriere over her conqueror's lap for another round.