There were a few short catfights at the end of various episodes of the Eighties TV show Hart to Hart, usually when Jonathan Hart fought with a villain, and the villainess went to retrieve his dropped gun, only to be pounced on and disarmed by Jennifer Hart. And there were a few episodes where the villainess was about to get to a gun, but where Jennifer stopped her in other ways. One such episode is Death in the Slow Lane, where she sprays the villainess in the face with liquid from a power jet, causing her to drop the gun that she's just picked up. The build-up and scene starts at 45:40 here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEwoSWEXAg8A couple of years ago I wrote a story to change and expand on that scenario, and to mix in an idea from a catfight in an episode of Knight Rider:
https://www.deviantart.com/tronjaris/art/Villainess-Humiliation-05-905389011I've now majorly expanded and edited this story, to add more details. The story is set in the early Eighties, before the fall of the Soviet Union.
Hart to Hart Catfight: Jennifer vs. the Blonde Spy29-year old Svetlana Susov was on the verge of a spectacular triumph. The ruthless blonde KGB major was an illegal - a Soviet intelligence officer in the US without having been formally declared to the government - and she and her lover, KGB captain Gennady Petrov, had been working for months on a spy mission that would change the balance of power in the Cold War decisively in favor of the Soviet Union. They'd toured all around the United States - on a route that happened to take them past multiple military bases - in a vintage car, secretly packed with sophisticated intelligence-gathering technology, and had managed to acquire a priceless treasure trove of data including nuclear launch codes, ballistic submarine routes, and much more besides.
The only flies in the ointment were an interfering millionaire couple, Jonathan and Jennifer Hart, who at one point had bought the car from a vintage car dealer, after Svetlana and Gennady had briefly left it in storage - a miscommunication on Gennady's part having led the dealer to believe they wanted to sell the vehicle. After several unsuccessful attempts to buy the vehicle back from the Harts, with ever-increasing amounts of money being offered, the frustrated KGB spies forced the dealer to tell them where the Harts were storing the car, shot him dead as he'd seen their faces and could connect them to the whole affair, and then drove to the car dealership the Harts were using.
They approached cautiously. It was a hot Sunday afternoon and the dealership was closed, but peering through the window the KGB spies saw the Harts working on the vehicle - having doubtless paid the owners to let them use the facility, even though it was closed on Sundays. Money talks, Svetlana thought to herself, seething with anger at the Harts, and relishing paying them back for the trouble they'd caused.
Jonathan and Jennifer were busily dismantling the car, having been suspicious of the couple's multiple attempts to buy the vehicle back at a wildly inflated price, and the spies realized they'd arrived just in time, as the Harts had clearly uncovered the electronic spying equipment hidden carefully within the engine.
"OK," Svetlana hissed at the Harts as she and Gennady stepped out of the shadows, Gennady pointing his gun at Jonathan, "get away from the car."
The atmosphere in the deserted car dealership's service department was oppressive: it was a hot, humid day and the air conditioning unit wasn't turned on. Even though the slim, attractive blonde spy was dressed in a short, flimsy slip dress and high heeled shoes, she felt hot and clammy with perspiration, which added to her irritation.
Gennady was opposite Jonathan and Svetlana was facing Jennifer, who was dressed similarly to herself, in a slip dress and heels, looking at the auburn-haired beauty with hatred.
"Kill them," Svetlana hissed impatiently at Gennady, greedily dreaming of the promotion and other rewards that would come her way if the mission was successfully completed. But also, at the back of her mind, was the fear of capture: killing the car dealer had been necessary, but this and her status as an illegal would mean a life sentence in prison if they were caught, with no chance of being swapped in any spy deal because of the murder of a US citizen. There was doubtless a police investigation already underway, and Svetlana knew they needed to leave quickly.
Svetlana had been living in the US under deep cover for several years, using the name Sabrina Smith, but the cold-hearted blonde was a ruthless killer and was desperate to dispose of the Harts, remove the priceless intelligence data hidden in the car, and deliver it to the Soviet Embassy, before slipping back to the USSR where her KGB bosses would reward her handsomely.
"Kill them now," Svetlana hissed again, shooting Gennady an angry look when he hesitated. Gennady was equally ruthless, but had heard a slow-moving car outside and wanted to ensure it had passed before shooting, in case the gunshots were heard and the driver called the police. Junior in rank to Svetlana, he was resentful of his boss and shot the blonde spy an angry look back, taking his eyes off the Harts for a second. It was all Jonathan Hart needed. Knowing the spies intended to shoot them, he knew he had to act, and powered into Gennady, the two men falling to the ground, Gennady losing his grip on his gun, which slid across the floor.
The blonde spy gasped in shock and looked over at Gennady, who was in the corner of the service department, up against the wall, trading punches with Jonathan Hart. The icy blonde spy's heart was beating fast, but her eyes settled on Gennady's gun, lying on the floor a few feet away. The arrogant, overconfident blonde glanced briefly and contemptuously at Jennifer Hart, before stepping quickly towards the gun and scooping it up, fully intending to shoot the Harts dead.
Jennifer Hart knew her life was in mortal danger. While the 40-year old auburn-haired Mrs Hart was over ten years older than the blonde spy, her diet was healthy, she exercised regularly, and was fit and trim. Realizing the ruthless blonde planned to kill her, and seeing her standing up after having scooped up the gun, and raising it to fire, the feisty and determined Jennifer powered into Svetlana, simultaneously grabbing her wrist and forcing the blonde's arm up as she fired, the shot going harmlessly into the ceiling. The blonde spy screamed in shock and rage as Jennifer tackled her down, knocking her backwards, both women crashing into an industrial-sized and open drum of engine oil as they fell, the sticky black contents slowly spilling out onto the hard stone floor.
Screaming as Jennifer tackled her down and got her on her back in the ever-growing pool of black engine oil, the murderous blonde tried to aim her gun at Jennifer, but Mrs Hart still had her wrist pinned hard and tight in her hand, now lying on top of the downed spy, slamming her hand on the hard stone floor and twisting her wrist savagely, until with a cry of frustration Svetlana lost her grip on the weapon, which slid away across the floor. Screaming in fury, eyes blazing with hate, the blonde spy rolled over, throwing Jennifer off, and briefly getting on top of her. But Jennifer reacted in kind and the two women were soon rolling over and over in the slippery pool of black engine oil that was still spilling out of the overturned drum, their shapely bare legs tangled together as they rolled.
Svetlana briefly shoved Jennifer away, looking desperately around on the floor for the gun, and then seeing it a few feet away. She crawled towards it and desperately reached out her hand, but Jennifer pounced on her in an instant, dragging the blonde away by her sweat and oil-soaked hair, the murderous blonde screaming in frustration, having briefly got her fingertips on the weapon before Jennifer pulled her back.
Jennifer and the blonde spy struggled furiously and desperately, in a sweaty, oily tangle. The ruthless KGB spy was hitting, slapping, scratching, spitting, biting, choking and pulling hair, all the time screaming abuse at Jennifer in Russian, cursing the woman who - despite all Svetlana's training - had disarmed her and was at least holding her own against her in the struggle. Jennifer, while more ladylike, was also struggling furiously, and while she started off trying to wrestle the blonde down, Svetlana's savagery eventually caused the more refined Mrs Hart to change tactics and respond in kind, as the struggle descended into a life-or-death catfight. The two women raked each other with their well-manicured nails, fingers tugging at each other's slip dresses, shoulder straps stretching, coming off the shoulder and finally snapping, leaving them both semi-naked as their flimsy garments were first ripped, and finally torn altogether away.
Gasping, groaning and grunting with exertion in the hot, humid environment, and with the blonde spy screaming insults at Jennifer, the two women struggled on the floor, their oily, sweaty bare legs tangled and kicking, their high heeled shoes coming off as they rolled over and over, slipping and sliding off of each other in the oil. Their bras were soon torn away, and oily, sweaty bare breasts occasionally brushed or ground together as first one woman then the other was on top as they rolled over and over on the floor, the sweat and the oil making it nearly impossible for either woman to get a firm grip on the other.
Seeing that she was getting the worst of things, Svetlana made another desperate lunge for the gun, only for Jennifer to grab the blonde's wrist again as the blonde spy got her hand on it. The two women fought desperately for possession of the gun and despite Svetlana having got to it first, her sweaty oily hands made it difficult for her to get a firm grip on the weapon, and Jennifer again wrestled it from her grasp, the blonde spy screaming with rage and frustration as it slid across the floor out of her reach.
With a scream of fury, the panicking and increasingly fearful blonde spy caught Jennifer with a savage blow that knocked her backwards. Gasping with effort, the exhausted blonde spy crawled slowly across the floor and reached for the gun, on her knees, fumbling with it in frustration for several seconds as she tried to get a firm grip on it with her oily sweaty hands. Sobbing with rage and with murder in her eyes, she finally got a firm grip on the gun, slowly got to her feet, body aching, facing Mrs Hart, glaring at her hated opponent with murder in her eyes as she brought the weapon up to fire.
Jennifer was standing a few feet away from the blonde spy, too far away to close the gap and get to her. But then she realized that the toppled drum of engine oil was right in front of her, now nearly empty, but still quite heavy. Placing a shapely bare foot firmly on the drum, Jennifer kicked out with all her might, the oil drum rolling at speed towards Svetlana. The rolling oil drum hit Svetlana's legs even as she fired at Jennifer, the shot going wide as the blonde spy screamed in shock and panic as she fell forwards over the rolling oil drum, landing heavily on the stone floor, face down in the thickest part of the pool of oil, and losing her grip on the gun.
Stunned by her hard fall, the dazed and groggy blonde spy tried to get up, but Jennifer threw herself onto the younger woman and rolled her onto her back, sitting astride her, straddling her and pinning her down, Jennifer's oily sweaty thighs clamping the blonde spy's hips. Sobbing with rage and frustration, Svetlana pushed desperately at Jennifer's thighs, trying to dislodge her, but they were too slippery with sweat and oil for her to get any purchase. Jennifer then seized the blonde's wrists and pinned them hard and tight in her hands, with the blonde's arms on the floor, above her head.
"St-stay down, blondie", Jennifer gasped, even as the blonde spy writhed, bucked and kicked under her, desperately trying to throw her off, sobbing not just with rage, but now with the fear of defeat, arrest and a life sentence in prison.
Jennifer was taking no chances, and still had no idea how Jonathan was faring in his fight with the male spy, though she could hear the struggle going on in an office area that was out of her direct sight. Planning to use the gun to stop the fight, Jennifer knew she had to put her defeated opponent completely out of the picture, as opposed to simply holding her down. With a sense of satisfaction that derived from her desire for some payback, Jennifer let go of Svetlana's wrists, and used one of her free hands to grab the screaming blonde spy by her sweat and oil-soaked hair, pulling her head off the ground. She balled her other hand into a fist and drew it back slowly. Svetlana's nerve had gone and her expression was one of fear and despair as she saw what was coming but had nothing left in the tank to be able to stop it.
With that, Jennifer unleashed a savage knockout punch to the blonde's face, Svetlana's head snapping back sharply, her eyes rolling back. The defeated spy slumped to the floor, out cold. Just as she was about to get up and go the Jonathan's aid, there was an almighty crash from the adjacent office, and a few seconds later Jonathan stepped out, a look of astonishment as he saw Jennifer, clad only in her panties, body soaked with sweat and oil, straddling and pinning the younger blonde woman, also clad in just her panties, who was out cold.
"I've taken care of that goon," Johnathan gasped, breathing hard, "and wow, it looks like you took care of blondie!"
Jennifer smiled in appreciation, but was too exhausted to get off the supine blonde, fearing she'd collapse across her. Having assured himself that Jennifer was OK and that the blonde spy was no further threat, Jonathan dashed back to the office to tie up Gennady, who he'd knocked out with a punch that would make a championship boxer proud. Jonathan then used the phone in the office to call the police, and to briefly put them in the picture. The police assured Jonathan they'd be there very shortly.
Jennifer stayed astride the defeated blonde, even continuing to pin her wrists hard and tight in her hands, in a vice-like grip, despite the blonde being deeply unconscious. After around 5 minutes, Svetlana began to slowly come around, flat on her back in the oil, only semi-conscious. Her body was limp under Jennifer's, her eyes glazed and struggling to focus. A look of utter despair came over her face as she slowly regained her senses and realized her situation.
Svetlana's despair deepened even further a few minutes later as she heard the siren of an approaching police car. Flat on her back, she looked up at Jennifer Hart, sobbing with rage, humiliation and fear, knowing all her hopes and dreams were over, and that a life sentence in prison was inevitable.
A few moments later the police burst in, and looked on with astonishment at the sight of Jennifer straddling and pinning the sobbing blonde. After the Hart's explained the situation in detail, one cop retrieved Gennady, while the other told Jennifer that they'd take things from here. Jennifer stared down into Svetlana's eyes, her expression a mix of triumph and contempt, before slowly and somewhat unsteadily getting off the defeated blonde, briefly placing a bare foot on Svetlana's oily sweaty midriff to steady herself as she stood up.
One cop then grabbed one of Svetlana's wrists and hauled the still only semi-conscious woman roughly to her feet, read her her rights, and arrested her on suspicion of murder, attempted murder and espionage. With that, he twisted her arms roughly behind her back, and cuffed her, the metal handcuffs digging into the blonde spy's wrists, making her wince in pain.
Still dazed and half out of it, Svetlana was frogmarched out to the police car, arms behind her back, tightly cuffed. Unsteady on her feet, sore, exhausted, oily, sweaty, disheveled and barefoot, the sobbing blonde was led to the police car, clad only in her panties. Shoved roughly onto the back seat, head down in despair, the blonde spy was sobbing her heart out as a result of being disarmed, overpowered and defeated by the glamorous Mrs Hart, who she'd contemptuously written off as a spoiled rich bitch who wouldn't give her any trouble.
