Jenny Love Hewitt was on top of the world. Her movie career was taking off and she was on everyone's list of the hottest young stars in Hollywood. Her 'sweet, good girl' image was the talk of the town, even though she took every chance to teasingly show off her oversized rack. Today was no exception.
She was participating in an afternoon fund raiser featuring various competitions between rising young stars of TV and the movies. Jen arrived in tight dark blue jeans that hugged her sexy curvy rear and a blue bikini top designed to cause a stir by lifting her bust high pushing it together to emphasize her large, round bosom. She strutted around the crowd as reporters flocked to her side. She was sure she was the big draw for the afternoon.
Eliza Dushku had arrived earlier without making a show of herself. But the tough, sexy starlet still looked red hot in a pair of faded jeans and a light blue bikini top. She'd been quietly pleased to find she'd drawn Jen as her opponent for the day, and even happier that their competition would be arm wrestling. Eliza despised the perky, cocky Jen and was eager for a chance to take her down a few notches.
When a reporter told Jen she was facing Eliza in an arm wrestling match, he asked if she'd be the fan favorite against the tough star of Buffy fame.
Jenny just giggled, "Well I can take care of Eliza, no problem. As for the fans, oh sure Eliza is cute and all, but I mean, she's no Jennifer Love Hewitt."
Jen laughed, running her hands over her shapely breasts and then down her jeans so nobody missed what she meant.
Eliza fumed as she listened to the perky Jen boasting, "I don't know why, but I guess guys just love the Love. I mean, they sure talk about my - well, let's admit it, my breasts - all the time!" she giggled. "They're just attracted to me more than some of the other girls around here, who don't, well," and Jen cupped her big breasts together, "they don't have what the boys are looking for."
The sexy Jen gushed and winked, pretending to be embarrassed at her own comment as the reporters gawked at her awesome bod. But Eliza wasn't falling for it. As the conceited Jen turned around she bumped smack into Eliza, who had been standing right behind her with her hands on her hips.
"Oh, hi Eliza," smiled the surprised and slightly embarrassed Jen.
Eliza glared back, and the reporters, sensing the rising heat between the young brunette beauties, pointed the camera in Eliza's direction, "You heard what Jennifer had to say, Eliza. Is Jen right that she'll be the fan favorite because they want to see what she's got and you and these other girls don't?"
A wicked grin came across Eliza's face, "I think the only thing people want to see is this arrogant chick getting her butt kicked by a real fan favorite - a real girl who doesn't need a steel supported push-up bra to try and hold up her own chest!"
With a condescending glance at Jen, Eliza turned and stalked off. Jen was stunned. At first she was embarrassed, as all the reporters and onlookers laughed at how she had been put in her place by Eliza. But that soon turned to anger. Just who was this chick to talk that way about her!
As whispers ran through the crowd about the budding new rivalry between the young sexpots, the girls headed over to a table that had been set up for the arm wrestling match. Eliza looked mean and nasty compared with sweet Jen, and the competition had all the makings of a classic good girl/bad girl battle.
A large crowd of fans and reporters had gathered for the match after hearing about the catty remarks between the two sexy stars. The still cocky Jennifer waved to the crowd, eager to have them show they were behind her and not Eliza. Then Jen put her arm down on the table. A serious looking Eliza did the same. Their hands locked and the ref began the event. Jen's face strained as she struggled to push over Eliza's arm, but she couldn't seem to budge the strong girl's wrist.
Eliza just smiled, "Oh, you're real tough Lovey."
The comment angered Jen, who pressed even harder, her arm now trembling while she gritted her teeth, but still no success.
Suddenly, Eliza looked down to Jen's chest and gasped, "Oh no Love, one of your saggy boobs just flopped out on the table!"
Panicked and confused, Jen covered her bosom with her free hand as she looked down. Just then, Eliza slammed Jen's arm backwards to the table with a powerful surge, winning the match easily.
"Hey no fair! You tricked me!" pouted Jen when she realized everything was right where it was supposed to be.
Eliza, standing up to the wild cheers of the crowd she had now won over and snarled back, "Guess you shouldn't worry so much about your tits, girlie. Not that your weak ass ever had a chance against me anyway."
The crowed roared at the comment while laughing at how the conceited Jennifer had been put in her place. Jen was stunned by the humiliating way she'd been beaten, and angry at Eliza for her rude teasing.
"Well," Jen responded, trying to win back the fans. "Just be glad it wasn't a real wrestling match 'cause I'd sure win. I'd show everyone you're not the tough girl you play on TV!"
Jen stood up and walked away in a huff, struggling to maintain a little bit of her self-respect. The eager crowd then gathered around the victorious Eliza who was fuming at the arrogance of Jen's boastful challenge even after her defeat. A reporter quickly asked Eliza if she thought she could beat Jen in a real fight.
A determined Eliza gave a nod, "Oh, pul-leeze! Jenny?! Lets just say little Jenny should be careful what she asks for, 'cause before the day's done you'll all see she's just sealed her own fate."
Jen, meanwhile, moved to another end of the party but she couldn't hide from the questions dogging her about her humiliating loss to this new rival and about the brash girl's disparaging comments on the state of her precious chest! Jen decided it was a good time to escape to the bathroom to fix herself up.
On her way, Jen passed through a big tent where all the food had been set out for the lunch later in the day. She was halfway through the empty tent when she was startled by the site of Eliza waiting at the other end, leaning against the entrance with one hand on her hips, her fingers impatiently tapping the tent pole. Eliza glared menacingly at the suddenly unsure Jen, who looked around the tent and quickly realized she was all alone with the girl she'd been trash talking outside.
Eliza stepped forward towards Jen and the two gorgeous young brunettes in jeans and bikini tops were soon face to face in the empty tent. Jen's top could barely contain her huge rack, and her jeans were cut high and tight on her full curvy ass. Eliza's top was tiny and cut low, revealing much of her own sexy bust; not as big as Jen's but certainly sizable enough in its own right, and her jeans hugged her own lean and muscular body.
But it was the attitude that clearly contrasted the two now. The once pompous Jen was speechless, looking timid and self-conscious, while her rival had the confident mien of an angry cat preparing to strike.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, you little cxnt?!" screamed Eliza as Jen backed away.
"By the looks of it, I'd say nothin but a geek - and a scrawny lookin' geek at that! All you got are those fat ass dumpy tits, and everyone can see they're already saggin' down to your knees!"
Jen looked down defensively at her breasts, trying to hide her own long held fear that people thought just that about her prized chest. Although she was growing somewhat afraid, the haughty Jen was determined not to get pushed around by this younger challenger.
"Get out of my face you loser. I'm not buying into this BS reputation of you being the tough and nasty Faith, or Slayer, or whatever. Its just a loser part you play on TV, anyway, which was probably the only role an ugly skank like you could get!"
Thinking she had put the upstart in her place, Jen tried to walk on past her foe but Eliza was full of rage and she grabbed Jen's arm.
"Sorry honey, but you told everyone you wanted a real fight, now you've got one!"
