"Somebody stop her....she's killing me," the beautiful brunette screamed. She was soooo embarrassed. And there was nobody around to help her. No movie people. No set people. Indeed lovely Marina Sirtis was in her own place. Alone-well not alone. Her rival, her gorgeous beautiful rival was with her.
And the lovely Faye Dunaway was indeed a problem. The most urgent problem. The catfight problem. Having filmed an earlier catfight like problem with herself (Martina) being whipped/stripped topless...well though the brunette didn't admit the sheer eroticness of the conflict, Faye did. She loved to catfight.
Why not continue a perfectly hot thing-a catfight sort of thing.
Faye had showed up unexpectedly; Marina let her in; they had enjoyed a drink-several of them.
"Who would have won if we'd have clawed and scratched for real?" Faye asked. Marina blushed; Faye noticed; she noticed the instant stiffening of Marina's nipples against her sheer blouse and skimpy bracups as well.
Marina abruptly asked Faye to leave; "No I want to see who would win," she said. She stood up to face the brunette.
Marina's lovely face was feeling warm; her body seemed hot. Faye could feel the excitement, the sensual catfight tension. She got in Marina's face, began taunting her; teasing her...
"You really are beautiful-such a lovely face, beautiful eyes, dark lustrous hair-perfect to pull-out by the roots," Faye said as she moved in close. Marina slapped her. Faye snarled, called her a bitch; Marina swung; Faye caught her arm twisted it behind her back and wrestled her onto a nearby couch. As the brunette struggled, Faye wrapped her long sexy legs around Marina; she ripped her silky blouse to shreds, yanked at her expensive pearl necklace, broke it, sending pearls flying.
"You, why you are a crazy bitch," Marina shouted. She struggled harder. Fayes legs were incredibly strong....she knew how to win a womanly battle.
"I wanna see you again-those lovely tits lady," Faye hissed. She ripped skilfully, with lightning fast hands, skilfful fingers.
"Now Marina dear say Goodbye to your bra," Faye taunted. She wrestled her now topless rival to the floor. They rolled around in a most desperate exciting brawl; long legs kicking; Marina tried her best but failed to accomplish all but the minimum in stripping her opponent. Only a half torn blouse (enough to halfway expose her bra clad chest) and slightly ripped pantyhose. Faye however, soon had Marina down to her garters, shredded tattered pantyhose and topless.
"I guess I'd win-that is IF we really fought," Faye laughed as she put her defeated, breathless topless rival into a nasty camel clutch. As Faye dug her nails into Marina's chin and jaw and bent her almost in two over her knee, the gorgeous actress snickered, chuckled.
"You're soooo beautiful, sooo helpless, and soooo defeated." She reached out and cupped a beautiful breast...she teased the dark nipple with her fingers......
"You're so beautiful, soooo sexy, you even squirm sexy," Faye smiled. She leaned down and teased the erect nipple with her tongue.
"Smart actresses don't fight me in the end, my lovely brunette friend-you'll seeeee..."
"Noooo-ummmmm-pleaseeeee."
