The manicured lawn of a sprawling Santa Barbara beach estate. The late afternoon hour has stripped the party of its guests. Party lights illuminate the trimmed hedges and the distant ocean The air, once filled with music and laughter, now hums with the sound of ocean waves .
The soft crunch of gravel signals an arrival. Camila Mendes, 31, strides onto the lawn, her bikini top and a wet wrap clings to her athletic frame. Her gaze is stern, determination etched around her dark eyes. As she moves, her toned arms, and especially her impressive biceps attest to disciplined workouts. With her small, firm breasts, her full hips and well-muscled legs, she exudes confidence. She stops, scanning the empty grounds.
A rustle from behind the rose bushes. Dafne Keene, just 20, emerges, her eyes flashing with a youthful fire. She, too is wet. Her brown bikini hugs a figure that boasts a trim waist and generous, full breasts and curvy hips. There's an untamed energy about her, a coiled readiness. She meets Camila's stare, a challenging smirk playing on her lips as Camila steps forward.
“Still here, Dafne? Thought you'd be off celebrating already,” Mendes jeers.
Dafne stands with hands on hips, radiating sass, “Waiting for you, Camila. Wouldn't want you to think you've won anything on mere assumption.”
With a tight, humorless smile, Camila hisses, “Neither would I.”
The unspoken challenge hangs heavy: the coveted role, the audition results surely landing within hours. The rivalry, festering all evening, now finds its stage.
Dafne takes a step forward, her eyes narrowing.
“You’re too old for the part and you know it. You can’t play a gal ten years younger anymore,” Keene snorts.
“Actually, its called acting, bitch! Something you don’t know anything about,” Mendes spits.
Dafne lunges. Her open palm connects with Camila’s cheek. The slap rings out. Camila’s head snaps back, a flash of surprise giving way to cold fury.
Before Dafne can reset, Camila's hand shoots out, grabbing a fistful of Dafne's hair. She yanks hard, pulling her off balance. Keene cries out, twisting. Camila shoves Dafne away with surprising force and boots her in the butt for emphasis. Dafne stumbles forward, regaining her footing just as Camila closes the distance between them. Mendes backhands Dafne across the face and draws back her arm for a second strike.
Dafne yelps. But agile and quick thinking, she ducks under Camila's follow-up. Circling around, Keene lunges low, tackling Camila around the waist. Camila grunts, her toned legs bracing, but Dafne's momentum is too much. They tumble onto the grass, with Dafne landing hard atop her foe. Their arms and legs flailing as they wrestle for position. As they roll, Dafne slams an elbow across Camila’s breastbone and presses her forearm across the older woman’s throat.
Dafne secures the top position, pinning Camila's wrists with surprising strength. Keene quickly grapevines her Camila’s legs. Using her body weight, she presses her large boobs down against Camila's over-matched chest. Pressing up with her arms, Keene grins as she shifts her weight forward to drop her boobs down on Camila’s face.
“Can't breathe, huh?” Keene chortles.
Camila gurgles under Dafne’s smothering flesh. Dafne starts to bounce and rub her boobs across her pinned foe’s face. Releasing Camila’s wrists, she presses her boobs together and holds them down to seal her smothering hold.
Mends mind rages even as she struggles for air. She knows she’s stronger than this punk. Summoning her strength, her arms now free from Keene’s pin, Mendes grabs Keen’s hair as here surging legs break Dafne’s grapevine. Camila twists her hips, pulls her knees up and plants her feet. With a sudden, explosive surge, she bridges, bucking Dafne off balance. Camila shoves their bodies over, reversing their positions.
Now Camila is on top, her knees bracketing Dafne's hips. Pulling Keene to her side, Mendes cinches her powerful legs around Dafne's waist, as she applies a crushing waist scissors. Dafne gasps. The pressure on her ribs is intense.
Camila, still gulping air to refill her lungs hisses, “ My turn, little girl.”
Dafne squirms, feeling the squeeze, her resilience and resistance struggling against Camila's leverage. She reaches out for a punch, but Camila catches her wrist, twisting it painfully until Dafne cries out.
Camila shifts. Her arm snakes around Dafne's throat, locking her tight while she maintains her punishing scissors. Dafne's eyes widen, panic starting to mix with her indignation. She claws at Camila's arm, her face reddening. Mendes works to maintain the punishing double hold, her biceps straining, her legs pressing hard, mercilessly. Dafne digs her fingernails into Camila’s forearms. Camila curses, pulls her arms free. Dafne twists her body hard around as she presses up. Mendes loses her scissors hold but presses her body down on Keene. Camila spreads her legs wide and plants a knee as she presses her chest down on Dafne’s face. Keene works her elbow up for leverage and rolls Camila off.
Both women are on their knees as they face off again. As Camila hesitates to breath deeply, the agile and resilient Dafne propels herself forward, driving her shoulder into her foe. Camila topples. Dafne lands on top of Mendes. She quickly brings a knee down on Camila’s belly. Twice more she repeats the move. Keene bangs her foe’s head into the ground. Dafne sits back, legs spread wide. She grabs Mendes by her hair and pulls her into a scissors. Keene quickly wraps her arms around Camila’s head and pulls her face into her formidable boobs. Dazed and now breathless, Mendes struggles for all she’s worth, but Dafne has found her second wind.
Camila’s movements grow weaker, her struggle become more desperate. She softly sputters, trapped in Dafne’s smothering embrace. Keene tightens her legs, smiling. Camila’s hands tap her foe’s sides. She wants out. She is trying to signal her submission. Keene ignores her until Camila’s body goes limp.
Dafne releases the thoroughly beaten, gasping and crying woman. She stands, circles and settles down into a reverse face sit. Camila’s body shudders.
“There, there Mendes, your humiliation is almost over,” Dafne jeers as she grinds and bounces her full butt down on Camila’s face.
Bored, Dafne kneels beside her defeated adversary, Dafne , whispers, “This role… it's mine. You’re just too old.”
Daphne stands, exhaustion weighing heavily on her muscles, but a clear, hard-won victory in her eyes. She stands over Mendes, who still lies sprawled on the grass, chest heaving, bikini half off. Camila looks up at her, a mixture of shame, pain, and hate.
Daphne, wipes a strand of hair from her face, breathing deeply as she hisses, “Now you know you’re place. Under my ass, between my boobs—I own your sorry old body.”
Keene places a foot between Camila’s boobs, standing proudly. Mendes says nothing, simply closing her eyes for a moment, defeated but silently vowing revenge.
