After the initial photo shoot for a nation wide commercial, Natalie Alyn Lind received a phone call inviting her back for an additional session. She and Hunter King were in contention for the cover and lead layout. Natalie arrives at the designated beachfront location early in the afternoon. The session is to begin at the crack of dawn. Alyn Lind is confident that she will be chosen over the older King. She kind of resents that this photographer thinks there is a choice to be made. After all, Hunter had been relegated to soap operas for ever, while Natalie has worked consistently getting parts in all kinds of TV shows.
It is a sweltering hot afternoon. Natalie enters the beach cottage, strips off her traveling clothes. Changing into a pair of jogging shorts, Natalie slips a cut-off tee shirt over her unfettered boobs and goes out to explore the secluded private beach. Natalie walks to the water's edge, peels off her tee shirt to sun herself. Letting the waves break over her legs, she watches a solitary jogger off in the distance steadily advancing towards her. It appears to be a woman running through the surf. As the jogger draws closer, Natalie watches the runner's chest bounce heavily in rhythm with her pace... there's a lot of bounce... it's a formidable chest.
Natalie recognizes the runner. It's King. "Damn it, she's here already," curses Natalie.
Hot and tired from her run, Hunter, too, recognizes the gal she sees waiting on the beach. Hunter wears black jogging shorts, a white sports bra soaked with perspiration and a sweatband around her head. She is breathing hard from her run.
"Well I see you decided to try and get in shape. It's a little late for that, isn't it," sneers Natalie.
"I run every day. You'd lose some weight if you'd try it" snaps Hunter.
"You wouldn't last 15 minutes in my gym," spits Natalie, "the way you reek, they'd throw you out."
"Okay, we won't be best friends. Just stay out of my face," Hunter retorts.
Natalie steps forward and grabs King by the wrist.
"Save yourself some trouble and go home. You're not going to get the shoot—you’re a nobody, just a saggy boobed blonde bimbo.
Hunter pulls her arm free and slaps Natalie across the face. Alyn Lind rubs her face and smiles.
"Good, let's settle this right now."
Natalie's left hand lashes out and slaps the side of Hunter's face. Hunter grabs Natalie's hair close to the scalp, pulling at it hard enough to bring tears to Natalie's eyes. Hunter drags Natalie backward, extends her leg to trip her. As Natalie's feet fall out from under her, King hurls Natalie down hard, slamming her head into the sand. Hunter quickly drops her knee down on Alyn Lind's chest, just below her collar bone. As Nat’s body convulses, Hunter twists her hair to roll Natalie onto her belly. Hunter twice drives her knees into Natalie's belly Straddling her back, Hunter quickly hammerlocks Natalie's right arm. Holding Alyn Lind's hair with her left, she yanks Natalie's head up and back.
"Get off of me you fat cow," crackles Alyn Lind.
Hunter yanks harder on Natalie's hair and pushes up on the hammerlock, intent on damage Natalie's arm. Alyn Lind screams wildly, kicks her feet in the sand desperately. Ignoring Natalie's howling, Hunter leans her head close to Natalie's.
"Now if you shut your mouth and promise to go home, I may not break your arm and rip out all your hair. Got it?" sneers Hunter.
"Yes, yes, just get off of me," begs Natalie.
"I'll just help you pack," hisses King.
Standing, she hauls Natalie to her feet, holding the hammerlock. Alyn Lind struggles unsuccessfully for half a minute, but the hold is expertly applied. Hunter sets her legs wide, slips her free hand around Natalie's neck and pulls up on her twisted arm.
"Aagghh...I'll kill you," screams an agonized Natalie.
"Give it a rest, you're packing up right now," commands Hunter.
Alyn Lind slams her elbow back into Hunter's belly. King grunts but maintains control of her foe. She pumps her fist pumps repeatedly Natalie's lower back. Alyn Lind's legs wobble.
King uses her hammerlock to march the younger woman towards the beach house. Alyn Lind walks forward slowly a half dozen steps on apparently unsteady legs, then spins around suddenly, breaking free. As she spins, Natalie elbows Hunter in the face. King grabs Natalie around the neck. Natalie does the same. Spinning around in awkward circles in the sand, each woman tries to shove her hip into her adversary. Natalie is finally able to hip toss King to the sand and lands heavily on top of her, still clutching her around the neck. Hunter tries to twist her body free, makes it to her side. Natalie straddling her, tries to lock her legs into a waist scissors. But King shoves off the sand and rolls over, on top of Natalie. She slams the palm of her right hand down into Natalie's right tit. Alyn Lind's legs spring open momentarily, allowing King to shift her right leg outside of Natalie's bent left leg, blocking her scissors attempt. Alyn Lind, on her back, holds Hunter's hair with her right hand while her left fist smacks into the older woman's head and side. King pushes up to her knees, pressing her head down into Alyn Lind's chest. Her left fist plows into the right side of Natalie's face. Alyn Lind, her lip puffy and bloodied, seizes Hunter's hair with both hand and yanks her head down.
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