Tales from Bollywood

[Gradius]

Tales from Bollywood



Aishwarya vs Sushmita Sen



Squinting hard in the darkness Jacy kept her gaze firmly on the pair of lights a fair distance ahead of her. It was dangerous driving without lights like this. While the sun still peeked through the leaves in the treeline, twilight was coming, but she was counting on the dim light to keep her small scooter from being seen. And the target making an unexpected turn instead of heading home to her mansion was enough to set her journalistic senses tingling.



And then she made an actual unexpected turn and Jacy slowed down carefully, peeking around to the previously unseen trail. It was all dirt, but the sides were set with cut stone and flowers so this was deliberate. Was this a secret rendezvous with an unknown lover? Now that would set Bollywood on fire. Maybe half a mile further down she saw the car turn again...probably a gate. As she started to step on the gas, she froze...paparazzi senses screaming at her. Ditching his scooter in a pile of bushes he glanced around a tree and spotted a camera on the wall edge.



Moving with stealth accumulated from years of practice Jacy moved swiftly from tree to bush to tree, dodging two more cameras and rushing up against the wall to glance around the gate to spot her target marching up to the door. Pulling out her custom camera she focused the lenses, zooming in.



Sushmita Sen.



One of THE female stars on the Bollywood scene and the target of much speculation. And Jacy's meal ticket. She focused her camera as Sen turned to present a profile, fingers tapping her elbow with clear impatience. As looks went she had them in spades. A tight, cream colored blouse made a sharp forty five degree drop from the protruding bust to her slim waist. A knee length, flowery, dark skirt conformed to the contours of her rear while allowing a peek at attractive, long stockinged legs. A departure from her usual more conservative and traditional Indian dress and despite being a woman as well Jacy felt an all too natural stirring in the pit of her stomach when the door swung open.



Desperately she adjusted her angle, looking for a shot of the mystery person when a crunch beneath her feet had Jacy pull back quickly. In doing so she spotted another series of cameras dotting the rooftop. But that was only a passing thought in her head. She'd caught a glimpse who Sen was here to meet and hadn't been able to believe her eyes. She shook her head thinking hard...should she leave now, or stick around see if she could get closer?



Because everyone would want to know what would Sushmita Sen...of all people...be doing visiting Aishwarya Rai, in private, at this late hour?!



*****



"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" Aishwarya Rai remarked pleasantly, swaying out of the foyer. Sen's eyes flickered as she followed the other woman into a living and dining room. Rai strutted over to a hardwood dining table, pouring herself a drink while waving a hand towards the array of armchairs and sofas resting on a thick black and white carpet. Ignoring the offer of seating Sen observed the other woman. The green bathrobe Rai wore was tied at the waist, emphasizing the slim waist and a long, bare leg peeked out as she reclined slightly on the table. She sipped from a glass of smoky liquor carefully, returning the rival movie star's gaze. The lack of an offer for a drink had Sushmita Sen's brown eyes narrow at the lack of manners and Rai's green glitter in mockery.

 

"You know why." Sen replied, her voice low and friendly. "SLUT!" As was ritual, the first to openly display their true emotions would lose face. And between them, it was particularly damning. "I hear you're being cast for a Rani Lakshmibai biopic."



"Indeed," Rai responded, equally amiably. "BITCH!" She sipped the smoky liquor in the glass. "It was quite the surprise when I first heard of it. But with such an offer how could I refuse."



"I'm sure" Sen agreed affably. She marched slowly, non threateningly up to her long standing rival who rose to her full height, their busts meeting and squashing slightly at the tips. Aishwarya Rai's eyes narrowed to slits at the collision. She took a small step forward with her left leg, Sen doing the same, limbs sliding past while lips twitched in discomfort as the full orbs sought to fill the limited space. Both dusky beauties tossed their heads and glared directly into one another's eyes. Only there were their true emotions on display. "Though I have to question how Mehta came up with the idea so soon after I pitched my own biopic on Rani Lakshmibai. I heard he was busy with other projects."



"Oh, that's simple. I suggested it to him at our last meeting." Rai smirked mockingly at the barely contained fury on the younger woman's face. With casual disdain, she sat on the edge of the table, not letting the relief of her boobs filling back out cross her face, swirling her glass, head bowed while looking up at Sushmita from under long lashes. "After all...the story of a woman that even the Colonials couldn't help but admire...he would need quite the woman to fill that role wouldn't you agree?"



"Oh, quite." Sen also hid the relief, but now Sushmita's face split in a cruel smile, and she rested a friendly hand on Aishwarya Rai's shoulder, cocking her head to the side. "But if that was the case...why would he settle...for SECOND best!"



The glass froze just as the liquid was about to clear the tip into Rai's mouth. Parted, pale pink lips hardened into a straight line and a look of unrestrained, jealous rage crossed the star's face. An internal struggle twisted her expression until she snapped. In a rapid motion she dashed the glass's contents across the rival actress's face. "Overrated cxnt!" She hissed, slamming the glass back onto the table.



"Second rate bitch!!" Sen snarled, hand flashing out to catch the shorter woman hard across the cheek. Rai staggered to the side, shock ripe on her face. Sen turned and strode back towards the door, but instead of exiting, there was a loud CLICK as she flipped the secondary locks. "For more than ten years I've put up with your shit. But not this time. You're calling Mehta and cancelling the production. Right...now!!"



"And why would I do that?" Rai pushed herself back upright, both starlets now facing each other fully, letting the carefully concealed scorn they kept hidden from the cameras out on full display. The loathing they'd felt upon immediately laying eyes on one another that first time.



Sen smiled coldly and peeled off her blouse, tossing it to the side, pulling down her skirt and stepping out of her heels, kicking them on top of the discarded clothing. Underneath she wore a white velvet bra and a pair of hot pants. It suddenly occurred to Rai that Sen had come here EXPECTING violence and was prepared for it. "This isn't one of your crappy little movies where you play the heroine. Don't fuck me, Rai. I'll pound your half rate, runner up ass to the carpet, and do it happily."



Rai's lips now split in a wicked smile of her own. With deliberate slowness she untied the robe, letting it spilt down the middle and fall off her body. Instead of underwear beneath it, Rai wore a black thong, micro one piece bikini that barely covered her breasts and had a hint of dark fuzz peeking out down below. "You think I'm scared of you, Sen?" She hissed softly, stretching languorously, taking a step to the side relishing the flash of consternation across Sen's face. The other woman's hands curled into claws, lips curling in contempt as she moved as well, the pair circling slowly. "How about this instead. YOU get the hell out...scrap YOUR planned shoot...or I'll kick YOUR ass!"



Time slowed to a crawl, both movie stars not taking their eyes off one another as took another step...and another. The coarseness of the statements gave voice to the level of loathing they felt. Sushmita Sen was slightly taller and slimmer, with a slight musculature that gave her a more athletic appearance. Aishwarya Rai had a more curvy and voluptuous figure and the inches she lacked in height seemed to go into her slightly larger breasts. Yet when all was said and done it was Sen that had gone on to win the Miss Universe contest while Rai had taken Miss World. However while Sen had struggled in her preliminaries, Rai had also won Miss Photogenic and Miss Continental as well as being considered the most beautiful woman in the world. And that was even before you got to the private spats over their movie careers.



Firm young bodies trembled with nervousness as well as a desire for violence, sweat forming and trickling down arms and legs. Despite this though, both were aware of their limitations. Neither had ever actually been involved in a physical altercation before. Not even their movies had ever had either engaged in catfight so despite how much they despised one another they were unsure on how to make the first move. At least until one of the hounds outside suddenly erupted in barking at the honking of what sounded like a distant truck, the noise startling both into sudden, explosive action.



Sen's clawed hand slashed across Rai's face while the latter's fist cracked against her forehead.

Committed now, any hesitation went out the window as a primeval feminine instinct directed fingers into hair. Tearing and yanking at long, dark hair the furiously snarling femmes shoved each other across the room to slam into walls, door and dresser. Bare feet kicked shins and hands left hair long enough to haul off wild punches and slaps. With a sudden squeal, Rai tumbled over the back of an armchair, pulling Sen down with her into the seat, flipping over onto the carpet. Once more, instinct came into play as arms clung tightly to upper bodies and the women rolled over and over, cursing and shouting. Sen screamed when Rai bit her shoulder and Aishwarya yelled as Sushmita dragged her nails down the older woman's back.



For near on five minutes the pair fought fiercely in a manner that would've made actresses like, Prema Narayan and Kajal Kiran of Karate fame, proud. Pounding fists across backs, hands found hair again, latching on and tearing out strands that stuck to fingers or fell to the carpet. Sushmita's stockings split at the knees and runs ran their length as the pair thrashed wildly back and forth.

 

Ending up against a wide couch, grunting horrendously the pair dragged one another up by the hair. Shoving with her chest, Rai pushed Sushmita over, sliding up the woman as they went down. Sen's eyes widened, finding herself smothered beneath Rai's large, perfumed breasts. Amateur as she was, Aishwarya didn't realize the advantage she had, and a wildly bucking Sushmita managed to shove her to floor where the lay stunned until Sen rolled off the couch and back onto her.

 

Once more the furious tangle raged across the carpet, both slapping backs, kneeing and pulling hair in addition to biting and scratching for long minutes before hauling each other back up their knees. Open palmed slaps rained across face and shoulders, with the occasional punch and clawed hand scratch. They were hurt and scared, for while neither objected to hurting the other, they had desire to be hurt themselves. At the end at of an attempted scratch Sen's fingers got caught on the string keeping Rai's left boob protected. A punch from said woman knocked Sushmita onto her back, Aishwarya panting rapidly.



"YOU LIKE THAT, HUH! YOU WANT MORE OF THAT YOU UGLY cxnt!!" Aishwarya Rai shouted at the downed woman. Then she felt a draft. To her horror the thin string snapped and a dark tipped breast bounced free. She immediately sank down, covering her exposed boob, and defenceless against a harsh slap from Sen that knocked her down to the side. "Cheating BITCH!"



"Fuck you!" Sen snarled, pouncing on the downed Rai, assaulting her pretty face with fore and backhand slaps. "You ready to give up? Or am IIIIIIYYYYYIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!"



Rai hissed, her face set in satisfaction, hands digging into Sen's cloth covered boobs to squeeze and crush. Sushmita squealed, trying to pull her rival's hands away desperately until she tumbled off the woman to a loud RIP! Now Sen was the one with hands crossed over her exposed breasts. The two now stared at one another across the carpet with looks that would've reduced the other to cinders in they were capable of that. Sushmita made the first move, getting to her feet and standing proudly, chest thrust out. The challenge was clear. Rai glowered, hesitated briefly, then rose and pulled away the cup across her right breast.



"Don't know what you're acting so proud about," she sneered, bouncing the ample flesh in her hands, startlingly pink areolas and nipples stiffening in the cool air. "You barely needed that bra to begin with. They'd never contain my D-cups."



"I don't need a pair of soft and floppy bags." Sen tossed her hair, putting as much contempt as she could into the stare. Her smaller pair were topped by a more traditional light brown spike in the middle of an oval areola. "My Cs are big and beautiful enough. The judges in Goa certainly preferred them."



"That's not why you won and you know it you...you..." Rai could barely finish, the humiliation thrown back in her face once more. Losing what should have been a guaranteed trip to the Philippines to the then teenaged Sen. With a whine of incomprehensible fury she threw herself again at the rival movie star. Sushmita was no less enraged and didn't flinch away from the onrushing Aishwarya, throwing her arms around the other woman as their lithe frames came together with a loud SPLAT!



Hair was pulled, torn out by the roots to fall across feet the kicked and stumbled, barely maintaining balance. Small, clenched fists thudded into ribs and flat bellies when the chance presented itself or squeezed tightly, forcing firm, youthful bodies into grinding comparison. And proud breasts too...breasts that complained loudly at the forced compression. Complaints their owners ignored.



Ten years, Sushmita thought, pushing Aishwarya away and running at the woman, bearing her against and shoving over the dining room table. Rai tumbled over the surface, arm dashing the bottle of liquor to tumble to the ground. It didn't shatter, but the head broke and the expensive alcohol leaked across the floor. On the far side, Rai's face emerged, shoving hair from her eyes, followed by the rest of her to rush around the table back at Sen who was already in motion as well.



Ten years...the number flickered through Aishwarya Rai's mind as she slammed back into Sen, arms going around necks, the starlets grunting and groaning while shoving with legs and chests. Ten years since a twenty year old Rai had been humiliated by an eighteen year old Sen. Already an established model and heavily favored to win, but instead she'd lost... The memory had her strain powerfully and snarl, shoving Sushmita back until she hit the wall. At the same time, the momentum had their breasts crush together in a manner both pleasant and painful, both women groaning loudly. This time Rai knew she had the leverage and thrust her proud boobs against the resisting pair again to a yell from Sen, who's knee came against the other woman's thigh, causing her to step back.



Hands curled into claws, the rival starlets hissed like cats, scratching spitefully at one another across faces and shoulders. Slapping away each other's nails, palm met and fingers curled tight, suddenly straining strength against strength. Aishwarya growled, pushing hard, arms extended in front of her.



"RRRAAAGGGGHHHHH!!" Sushmita screamed, exerting herself and shoving a wide eyed Rai back onto the table where she slid to the far end, their hands pulled apart. Unwilling to give Rai a chance to rest, the wild eyed Sen crawled onto to surface. Seeing her coming, Rai kicked herself over, off her back and moved towards the approaching Sen.



Rearing upright, Rai struck first, a harsh slap across Sen's face that knocked the woman to the side. As she reached for her, there was a fearsome snarl and Sen shot up, palm lashing viciously across Rai's face that stunned her for a second. A second blow followed and older star spat out a curse, grabbing for the younger woman who also snatched for hair.



"Not losing to a piece of shit like you!" Sushmita rasped, tearing out strands of scraggly dark hair that stuck to her sweaty frame as much as fell onto the table top. "Never!!"



Aishwarya snarled, tugging mercilessly at Sen's scalp, starlets rocking back and forth as they pushed at one another. The top of the table was well varnished, and coupled with the sweat gathering beneath them, stability was swiftly becoming an issue. And issue that finally came to a head when a determined Rai shoved Sen over, pulled down atop her by the deathgrip she had on dank, dark locks.



Once more wrapped up together, the enraged Bollywood stars slid as much as rolled across the table top as they fought bitterly, screaming as they suddenly found themselves airborne and the sharp impact with the floor that had them separate. Shaking her head, Rai heard Sen moan and got to her knees, crawling towards the other woman. Sushmita heard the shuffling of knees on carpet and rolled onto her stomach, shoving upright in time to greet the approaching Aishwarya.

 

Sen hissed, hand slashing through the air, aiming for the other's face, but falling short to clap loudly against Rai's hefty left tit, the orb jiggling visibly. The older star yelped and retaliated in kind, palm cracking against Sen's smaller, but very firm right boob. Arms flailed like windmills, delivering sharp, stinging blows to the sensitive flesh and shoulders. Her larger breasts provided an easy target and Rai closed in again, reaching for hair to get away from Sen's hard handed blows.



"C'mere bitch!" She hissed, scrabbling for a grip on the woman's head, who's hands both slapped away, while also digging into her hair as well. "Fucking...piss me off..."



"AAAHHH!" Sen shouted, Rai's spastic motions causing their boobs to smack together hard. Without thought, even as she gripped handfuls of hair on either side of Aishwarya's head, she bashed her tits firmly against the other movie star's.



"NNGHH!!" Rai grunted at the solid, unfamiliar pain, squirming against Sushmita that only exacerbated the problem.



Between the two starlets, their boobs began to take on an active role in their fight. All either woman cared about was hurting the other as much as possible. And each amateurish clap of the broad orbs caused increasingly tense yelps...more than their hair pulling, which began to slow. More than their kicking feet, which now planted themselves firmly on the carpet for better stability. Without even realizing it, fingers disengaged from hair and instead grabbed hips so hard the flesh paled while breasts continued to flail between them in a violent frenzy. A sudden loud crackling BOOM and the lights went out leaving them in complete darkness. The sudden flash of lightning completed the shock, Rai and Sen shoving themselves apart.



Half naked frames gleamed in the rain drenched moonlight, dripping with sweat from short, but intense, altercation. But still they circled, unfinished but hurting, eyes slowly getting used to the dark and drawn to the impromptu weapons they'd wielded against one. Swollen from the repeated contact during the fight, the damage appeared more dramatic on Rai, but was more than likely due to her larger size. The flesh swelled further in time with their rapid breathing. Rai sneered and pointed at her chest. "What's the matter Sen? Scared of the dark!?"



"Fuck you Rai!" Sushmita snapped back. Her boobs felt bigger, swollen and sensitive to the touch. But there was no way she was backing down now. "You're the one that pushed me away. Chickenshit bitch!!"



Aishwarya's expression twisted ugly at the insult, taking a short step towards the rival starlet. "Here then!" She growled, slapping a shapely breast, the massy orb quivering. "Try me!"



Sen needed no further invitation. Her hatred of Rai demanded she do everything in her power to destroy...to humiliate the other woman. But the first blow was clumsy, breasts scraping past along the tips, pink and brown spikes meeting and bending past. The sensation was electric, making both gasp and legs shudder in sudden weakness. Rai shook her head and growled in aggravation, the counter connecting solidly, her rival yelping at the stinging pain. Right tit jiggling, Sushmita hissed and spitefully thrust from the shoulder, driving her left tit to spear deeply into Rai's from the side, the starlet gasping as her boob was violated.



SPLAT! "OW...cxnt!!" Sushmita spat.



SMACK! "HHEECK...TRAMP!!" Aishwarya shrilled.



Taking large steps forward and back Rai and Sen twisted their shoulders, ramming first one breast, then other into it's opposite number with fearsome violence. Their movements were rapid and energetic, the loud sounds of the boobs meeting mingling with the increasingly loud gasps, yelps and curses. Despite this, both sets resisted the pounding blows well, the flesh rippling and stinging with each strike. Perhaps it was also female intuition, but each swing became more accurate, Rai delivering hefty blows with her more broad and pillowy tits that bounced the rival starlet's boobs to and fro to breathy moans and pants. In comparison Sen's more pointed breasts dug deeply into the fleshy tissue of the older woman's larger boobs causing Rai to wince and gasp throatily.



A minute passed, then two and three.



The fifth ticked by and eyes were now fully acclimated to the dark and the starlets still attacked one another's assets with fanatical vigor. A determined Sushmita pounded her tits like missiles into Rai's massy pair, stars glittering in her eyes maliciously at the clear agony each time they threatened to push through the fat orbs, flesh quivering outwards from the point of impact. A furious Aishwarya smashed her weighty glands against Sen's, the smaller orbs wobbling and shaking with each blow, pink lips wide and white teeth shining with sadistic glee at each hissing rasp of pain. Sen shoved Rai up against a wall, thrusting her right breast into the others repeatedly until she was shoved away.



Falling over into a love seat Rai delivered a series of heavy boob bombs onto Sen's rack before being pushed off.



As they fought, that earlier intuition became more and more noticeable. Banging their breasts together with brutal determination, beating each other across the room, bosomy silhouettes appearing and disappearing in the windows, blows came faster and harder. Growing in confidence they added lunges that saw them leap into one another with vicious swings that flattened the orbs from the sides, or gave savage thrusts that squashed the flesh into a thick mass. They circled, closing to pound the gleaming, differently shaped glands with ruthless blows until one cried out and staggered back.



Circling again until the previous victor darted in, boobs jousting to pained and angry screams. Dueling with the quivering orbs they delivered surprisingly skilled blows that inflicted clear and deep agony that only enraged the beauteous femmes even further. Slugging the sweating glands against each other like bosomy gladiators, they slung their tits with barely sense of restraint, upping the violence with each swing of the hips and shoulders. One completely disregarded her well being and flung her boobs to crash against the others with all the strength she could muster. Staggering, the other tried to respond, but was already on the back foot. For another minute she held off her rival until a savage blow at an odd angle smashed against her left tit and Sushmita screamed in furious agony, falling back onto a couch.



In a flash Aishwarya pounced, dropping her heavily hanging boobs onto Sen's defenceless breasts, both women shrieking their hate into one another's face. Sushmita pumped her tits upwards, meeting Rai's as they came down, squeals issuing out from between lips. "MINE ARE BEST!!" Rai shouted, bombing her boobs onto Sen's and grinding the swollen glands together determinedly. "MINE ARE BEST!!!"



"NO! MINE!!" Sen howled, wrapping her arms firmly around Rai's back, holding her in place, their boobs together, thrusting her bullet shaped breasts to puncture Rai's oval firmness. "GONNA POP YOUR FAT, UGLY TITS!!"



Rai shrieked, hands burrowing between the couch and Sen's back to grab hold and retaliate. Entire bodies undulated, working the stressed out glands together as best they could, wrapped up together as they were. Rai had Sushmita trapped against the couch crease, but not for long, the furious Sen shoving her over, dumping them both back onto the carpet, the shock of hitting the ground knocking them apart. Rolling towards the center of the room before coming to a stop, shoving hair out of her face, Aishwarya Rai gave a bellow and charged at her rival on all fours . Sen gave an answering screech and pushed off the foot of the couch where she'd landed the two women smashing together with a howl as their breasts almost collapse from the violent collision.



Arms flew around backs, holding each other in place as they reared up, grinding their boobs together feverishly, then sank to their knees with exhausted sighs. Bearhugs remained firmly locked in place and foreheads pressed together tiredly. But eyes remained bright, glittering with shared loathing, arms tightening further and the burning ache in the squashed orbs grew to almost intolerable levels.

 

*****



This was getting ridiculous!



Jacy wiped her eyes, keeping the camera safely under her jacket. The storm had come out of nowhere, as had the lightning bolt that struck the transformer pole, plunging the entire area in darkness.



Darkness!!



Immediately Jacy was over the wall and ducking behind trees and manicured bushes. No sense taking any unnecessary risks. Now that she was closer she heard, clearly, the screams that'd had her on edge. SOMETHING was going on inside there, something she was sure would be a massive payday. For a wild second she considered throwing all caution to the wind and trying the door. Then came another loud screech...and this one was close.



There!



Diving into the bushes behind the flower line, Jacy pulled herself up to peer inside the darkened room. She couldn't see a damn thing until a flash of lightning illuminated the area and what she saw was so improbable her mind refused to accept it. Then, as if in mockery, there was another flash and once more she beheld Aishwarya Rai and Sushmita Sen. On their knees. Wrapped in a bearhug. And it looked like they were naked to boot.



Cursing bitterly, the paparazza fumbled for her camera, fixing it on the barely visible shadows that were the two women, thumb at the ready...



*****



Squeezing tightly with her arms and shoving forward strongly with her breasts caused both women considerable pain, but not enough to make either quit. Despite the beating they'd inflicted and endured, the orbs stood up well under pressure.



Aishwarya groaned raggedly, the sound torn from her as Sen squeezed tightly and shoved determinedly, her big and proud boobs quivering violently as the other pair dug painfully into them. She clenched her teeth, enduring it until Sen whined in frustration and her grip loosened.



Sushmita gave a breathy moan, Rai's arms tensing, fat, pillowy tits flowing over her firm breasts. The pain as her babies were engulfed by Rai's monsters was enormous, but the bitch's hitched breathing made it obvious that it hurt her just as much...if not more. Then her arms relaxed with a choking gasp and the pressure relaxed somewhat.



They kept the orbs mashed together, trapped between their arms, willing the resilient flesh to keep fighting...keep resisting. They were not letting go till one pair of breasts was reduced to jello, and their owner a sobbing wreck.



Though they could barely make one another out, they could hear the pain in the breathing, feel it in the rapid thudding heartbeat and the splash of wetness high up on their cleavage that could only come tears. Arms burned with fatigue from the constant effort to smash one another. Another flash of lightning from outside gave both a brief glimpse of a sweating face that radiated pain and determination in equal measure, once neatly set hair hanging in strands down cheeks and shoulders.

 

Arms tensed again, squeezing for all they were worth, driving tortured glands to fight...to win.



"Uhhh...fucking...slut..." Sushmita gurgled, struggling to breath. "I'm...gonna...fuckin'...ruin you!"



"Uuumm...not...gonna happen." Aishwarya croaked, unseen face turning an interesting shade of purple. "You're...getting...weak. I'll...smash you!!"



Sweat running down their bodies in copious rivulets, Rai and Sen poured out every drop of strength they had left to flattening one another. Gasping...panting...groaning...their efforts were slowly bearing fruit as the trapped orbs quivered violently, the straining flesh at it's limit. Over the next minute the starlets continued their herculean efforts, ignoring the spasming in their arms, the absolute agony in their breasts. Thirty seconds later one woman gave a loud moan. A minute there was a horrified gasp from the other. They could feel their boobs floundering, cleavages shrinking.

Then there was a tormented wail, one woman's leg slipping out from under.



"No...Noooooaagghhhhhhh!!" She screamed, the voice raw and hoarse sounding.



"Scream...scream...for me...whore!" The other rasped, supporting the other with a strength provided by cruel victorious adrenaline. With her breasts now pressing down against their opposites, the victor was no longer in question. Arms tightened around a curved back and the loser wailed again, tits falling away from the victorious pair. "Yeah...yeah..."



Pushed over onto her back, the losing woman struggled weakly, crying in heart wrenching sobs as the fall completely collapsed her prized boobs as the victor fell directly on top of them. She pushed at the woman's shoulders, only for her hands to be pulled under knees, her rival sitting just below her crushed tits. Then...as if to add insult to injury...there was surge of power, and the lights came back on.



Temporarily blinded the victor blinked...thought she saw someone in the window...then Aishwarya Rai lowered her gaze down to the Sushmita Sen who still sobbed bitterly beneath her. Now that she could see, Rai was horrified by the condition of her once impeccable boobs, now red with splotches of purple bruises. Even worse was how flaccid they felt. The pitiful condition of Sen's battered and beaten rack only somewhat eased the rage. Still she gave the deflated lumps a couple heavy slaps, feeling Sen entire body flinch and tense in agony. Stretching her arms over her head, Rai sighed deeply and contentedly, smiling down at the defeated woman. Euphoria washed over her and, getting to her feet, Rai sashayed across the window and drew the blinds closed before grabbing hold of Sushmita's clothes and tossing them onto her prostrate self.



"Now we know which of us is the better woman. Don't we!" Aishwarya hissed, nudging Sen with her feet, smirking as the rival star flinched away. "Get dressed. And get the fuck out. Don't ever interfere with my projects ever again...or I'll be the one to come knocking. And I won't be as gentle next time."



Sushmita glared up at Rai, the hatred there, if anything even stronger than when she'd first arrived. But there was fear also. Wearily she pulled on her skirt and whimpered quietly as she pulled on the tight blouse. She couldn't do anything about her ruined stockings and held her bra under her arms, staggering for the doorway. Turning around she shot Rai one last look of hot loathing before rushing out the door.



*****



"Dammit, dammit, dammit!!" Jacy swore, shivering in the downpour. The one chance she'd had for a decent shot and Aishwarya had stared straight at her. She ducked along the wall, preparing to clamber over the edge when she slipped back into the shadows.



Sushmita Sen...looking quite the worse for wear...staggered out the door, making her way across to her car, uncaring of the rain soaking her. Quickly Jacy brought the camera up, training it on the movie star. Her fingers clicked the button rapidly, focusing on Sen's much reduced bustline. It wasn't much, but laid alongside the pictures of her before she entered the house...



At the same time, sneaking back into the bushes as the car roared through the gate, Jacy couldn't help feel a sense of privilege. For years the two women had been the center of gossip and supposed rivalries. And always they denied it. Now she knew. Knew for certain that the rumors were true. Jacy studied her camera.



There wasn't anything concrete, but she was sure she could sell the fuzzy images to Stardust for a decent score. That rag milked the idea of industry feuds. Jacy smiled...and now that she knew...there would always be one pair of eyes that knew what to look for. And if she was VERY lucky...



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Not going to lie my knowledge of Bollywood is pretty much nonexistent. Only really have anything to say due to the fact my local station would play one Bollywood movie (old) before football every Sunday. And the only reason I'd watch was because my early teen self was interested in catfights and old Bollywood had some bangers.



So I was hesitant to do this request and put it off for almost half a year. but the requester has the patience of a saint so I did some digging and came up with a story that would have Aishwarya Rai get in a fight with rival starlet.

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Thoroughly enjoyed reading this!
Bravo 

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