PART TWO
Tournament Week 3, 1:00PM, Tuesday Afternoon (Jennifer Lawrence and Nina Hartley)Susan looked up when the elevator dinged and recognized the face of the young actress who stepped carefully off and looked around the lobby. Susan stood and went to greet her. "Ms Lawrence, so nice to meet you at last. I'm a huge fan. I apologize for Miss Hartley, but she's on a call at the moment. It should on be a minute or two. May I get you something to drink? A soda, coffee, perhaps a single malt Scotch, it's Nina's favorite."
Jennifer's mouth was dry and the prospect of single malt sounded too good to turn down. "Scotch, thank you," she said as she carefully arranged herself on the reception area sofa so she didn't jiggle her throbbing breasts. Susan appeared in seconds with a tall, tinkling glass of amber liquid in a tumbler. She handed it to Jennifer and as she turned to return to her desk, Susan winked up into the hidden camera over Nina's door.
Just as Jennifer finished her first long sip of the exquisite single malt, the intercom on Susan's desk buzzed. She answered and gestured to Jen to go on in. She gently pushed herself to her feet and, with little mincing steps, walked into Nina Hartley's office. Nina was standing behind her impressive looking wood desk and as Jen closed the door behind her, Hartley walked around, her hand extended. Jen reached out to shake her hand, but Nina ignored Jen's hand and instead took the glass of Scotch, turned and walked back behind her desk. Jen wasn't sure what was happening, but then she realized Nina was pouring more Scotch into her glass.
"I think one is my limit," Jen said, trying to turn down the refill. But Nina ignored her, finished filling her glass and returned to her, placing it back in Jen's hand. Nina put her hand on Jen's hip and guided her to the sofa against the wall, gesturing for her to sit. When Jen was comfortably seated, Nina sat down beside her and turned to face her.
"Bella was here this morning," Nina opened. "She's worried about your ability to perform this weekend. Is there reason she should be concerned?"
Jen looked at her for a moment, then lied, "No, I'm fine. No reason she ought to be worried about me."
Nina studied her for several seconds, then smiled and shook her head. "Bella told me what happened to you the other night; after the show...Beckinsale's payback for last year. Thorne's worried enough about you being unable to fight she wants me to OK replacing you with a sub... someone outside the team. I told her I'd consider it, but first I wanted to find out if there's any real cause for concern."
Nina raised a hand to Jennifer's chest and the young blonde recoiled, almost dropping her Scotch. "I see Bella was right to worry," Nina said, dropping her hand back to her lap. "Take off your clothes and let's see what it looks like." Nina stood and walked to her desk, leaving Jen alone on the sofa. Jen gulped down a mouthful of Scotch, set the glass on the coffee table and stood up.
"I'll be leaving now," Jen said. "Sorry I wasted your time. Thanks for seeing me."
As Jen started for the door, Nina said, "So you're going to quit on your teammates? Not even try to talk me out of letting her replace you? You know there are things; medicines, herbals, ways to cure whatever problem you've got. I can't promise they'll fix you in time to fight, but don't you owe it to Bella, or of not her, Charlize, Blake..." Nina shrugged. "Hell, even Julia would like to find out if she was right to take you when Theron insisted. What've you got to lose?" Nina stopped talking.
Jennifer paused, her hand on the door knob. "Besides..." Nina added, trying for a clincher. "...you haven't finished your drink. Let me take a look at the damage, maybe I have something can help. I'll give it to you - no strings attached. If not, you finish the Scotch, go back to the hotel, pack your bags and run back to Hollywood with that cute tail tucked up tight between those chunky legs. Deal?"
Jennifer looked down at her glass of Scotch, still half full. It was really good. She took another gulp, turned around, walked back to Nina and set the empty glass on her desk. "How do we do this?" Jen asked, Nina hearing the slight nervous tremor in her voice. Instead of answering, she picked up Jen's glass, went to the liquor cabinet and refilled it, adding a single ice cube to hold it at the proper temperature.
Handing the glass back to Jen, Nina pointed to the sofa. "Why don't you undress and sit down. I'll look you over and then we can talk about where we go from there. Deal?"
"Are you telling me the truth, about Bella wanting to replace me?" Jen asked, nearly convinced now. Nina didn't answer her. Instead, she showed Jen the paperwork requesting authorization to replace her and Phoenix Marie. It had Bella's signature on the bottom. Lawrence recognized it. She handed it back and nodded, turned and walked slowly back to the sofa where, facing Nina, her head high, Jen proudly did a slow striptease for the veteran porn star.
To further embolden Jen, Nina turned her back to Jen and poured herself a glass of the Scotch, sipping while deliberately ignoring the beautiful women undressing and hoping to excite her with her stripping.
Nina finally turned around and saw Jen standing in front of the sofa in just a pair of sheer panties. Looking closely, Nina could see ripples in Jen's Scotch from the slight nervous tremor of her hand.
"Sit down, I'm not going to jump you," Nina joked. Jen didn't laugh. She was too nervous to giggle - or she didn't believe it. Nina came over and sat down, turned on a table lamp next to the sofa and leaned in to examine Jen's breasts closely. "May I?" she asked, reaching out but stopping short of touching Jen's breasts until Jen nodded.
Jen shut her eyes when Nina cupped her left breast in her right palm, lifting it gently, feeling the heat radiating from it. Jen flinched at her touch, but didn't pull away. Nina thumbed the nipple softly, and Jen whimpered softly as a jab of pain shot through her breast. "Hmmmm," Nina mused as she turned her attention to Jen's right breast, where the sensitive flesh was more badly abraded, the nipple already starting to scab over at the tip. "You saw a doctor of course." Nina said, not a question. Jen nodded. "What did she say?"
Jen scoffed, "Rest and this ointment." She reached into her purse and showed Nina the tube the doctor had given her a few days ago. Nina took it to her desk, opened her computer and did a quick Internet search, then returned and tossed it back in Jen's open purse.
"It's useless," Nina said. "You may as well wrap your tits in the dollar bills you wasted getting the prescription filled. I can give you something much better that can... probably... reduce the pain significantly by this weekend. No guarantee, of course, but you have nothing to lose... except the chance to be a member of a team that wins the 2018 Celebrity Sexfight Tournament. How would you like that?"
Jen's eyes widened with excitement. "You can really get me well enough to fight this weekend?"
"No promises," Nina said, holding up her hand. "But the formula I have was invented by a missionary doctor in Africa back in the 40's. The formula was lost during the war, but a copy was found in a library in Johannesburg a decade or so ago. Go in my bathroom and shower, as hot as you can stand. Make sure you get your breasts as hot and wet as possible, the cream needs to get into your pours to work in the deep tissue. When you come out, don't dry off. I'll put a plastic cover over the sofa, so when you come out just lay on your back and I'll apply it."
"Why a plastic cover?" Jen asked.
"The stuff stains any material it gets on, so I have to be careful. I'll take off my clothes and use rubber gloves on my hands, for health reasons only. It won't stain your skin. Once it's absorbed in the body, you'll feel a little heat, but nothing uncomfortable."
"How often do I apply it?" Jen wanted to know.
"You don't! Come back here twice a day for the rest of the week. 10 AM and 4 PM. I'll rub it in and we'll see where you are by Saturday. If I think you can handle it, I'll tell Bella she can use you. But if I can't be 100% sure you're OK to fight, I'll approve her request to replace you. If that's acceptable, go take that shower while I set up and get out of my clothes."
Jen started for the bathroom, stopped, came back to pick up her drink and drain; then went and took her shower while Nina got a large, thin, plastic sheet from her closet and spread it over the sofa. While Jen showered, Nina got undressed, doing a little striptease of her own for Susan who she knew was watching on the video surveillance monitor on her desk.
Jen came back still dripping wet, hair matted to her neck. She tip-toed across the carpet and lay back, hands at her sides, legs crossed at the ankles. Nina came over and Jen was amazed by the 60 year old's still firm body. Jen hoped hers would look as good when she was Nina's age. "Uncross your legs," Nina told her. "It'll be a lot more comfortable that way."
Jen did and closed her eyes as Nina scooped a handful of green glop into her palm. She took Jen's left breast in both hands and slowly ran her hands over and around the smooth fleshy mound. Several times Jen winced in pain, but she didn't say anything or complain. Nina told her she was doing well as she kept slowly massaging Jen's left breast. using her thumb and forefinger to get it into all the creases, cuts, scratches and even the dimple of her nipple. Finally she rub her hand into the fold of skin beneath the breast and gently laid it down on Jen's chest. She then did the same to Jen's right breast.
When she finished, Jen's breathing was rapid and she was flushed. Nina smiled. Jen would be a good subject for more study. Looking up and down Jen's body, Nina saw something that piqued her interest. A dark bruising around Jen's labia. "When did that happen?" she asked, trying to keep her tone as professional as possible though fondling a beautiful young movie stars body had aroused her almost as much as it had Jen.
"Oh," Jen said, realizing what Nina was pointing to. "Ratchford fisted me to an orgasm. There was a lot of bruising. It doesn't hurt...well, not much, anyway."
Nina nodded. "Open your legs, I need to do that too," she said, dipping her middle fingers in the green slime and turning toward Jen's groin.
"No, please," Jen said, blushing furiously as her hands covered her pussy. Nina pushed her hands away and gently drew Jen's left leg off to the side, then gently ran her greasy fingers up and down Jen's pubic mound for several minutes. Nina could hear Jen panting as she rubbed and when Nina slipped two fingers inside and started to rub her clit, Jen tried to sit up, grabbing at Nina's hand. Hartley used her other hand on Jen's chest to push her back down and snapped at Jen, "Lay there and take your medicine like a good little girl, you spoiled cxnt. You think you're the first one I've done this for? Stop acting like some entitled debutante instead of a sexy fighter who wants to do her best for her team."
Nina slid a third finger in as she continued to massage the slime on the inside Jen's vagina until the walls were liberally coated. Then she pulled her fingers out and - playfully Jen thought - stuck a finger in Jen's asshole! "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Nina asked as Jen squealed.
Jen had trouble replying because her panting was so deep and rapid, but she was admitted she was surprised to find the pain had lessened in both her breasts and her pussy. "No, it wasn't bad. In fact, I feel better already. You said I have to come back every day? At ten and four? Will you be doing all the treatments yourself? I mean, I don't want anyone else touching me.... like that."
Nina chuckled. "I wouldn't think of letting anyone touch you but me," she said. "Now you lay here for an hour while until that's absorbed, then you can get dressed. When you get back to your hotel, you can shower." While Jen lay still, Nina brought out some rolls of gauze and gently wrapped each of Jen's breasts until they looked like little mummy's.
"They look like twin torpedoes," Jen joked, looking down at her chest. "I won't need a bra with those suckers jutting out like that, they'll arrive five minutes before the rest of me gets where I'm going!"
"I'll see you tomorrow morning at ten sharp." Nina stood up, then she thought of something and turned back. "Would you like me to have Susan call you to remind you?" Jen shook her head. There was no way she'd forget this...it had been the most interesting thing anyone had ever done to her and she looked forward to the next session.
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Tournament Week 3, 3:00PM, Tuesday Afternoon (Phoenix Marie and Nina Hartley)Phoenix Marie arrived ten minutes early for her appointment. After suffering through the same kind of dismissive put down Bella had to put up with, Phoenix finally got in to see Nina. Phoenix, who had worked with Nina in porn, greeted her with a hug and kiss, then complimented her on how great it was that Nina was still working. Then she told Nina how Jen had given her a glowing recommendation and said she couldn't wait to get started.
As was her usual procedure when seducing a client, Nina poured Phoenix a large tumbler of Scotch with a single ice cube. Nina remembered that Phoenix liked her booze and was glad to see the the blonde hadn't changed! Nina told Phoenix the same story about her miracle "green goo" that she'd told Jen Lawrence, and - like Jen - Phoenix Marie swallowed it whole. In fact, the concoction was something brewed up by a drug dealer in Mexico who Nina had met when she was doing a hundred pornos a year and needed something to take the edge off.
The green slime was made from a mix of aphrodisiacs, herbs, food dye and extra virgin olive oil along with some other stuff Nina never bothered to find out. She had liberally slathered it on, and in, Jennifer Lawrence and now she was going to do the same to Phoenix Marie. Nina had no idea whether or not either of them would be well enough to fight in four days, but she had no doubt at all that when they were grappling with another sexy woman in a sexfight, both Jen and Phoenix would be as hot and horny as could be and were likely to orgasm in very few minutes.
Of course, Nina didn't care at all about The Blond MILFs, Bella Thorne or any of the woman in the tournament for that matter. Nina had only maneuvered and bribed her way into the position of Tournament Director for two very basic and very understandable reasons. First, easy access to women for whom sex with their own gender wasn't a problem, and second, because wagering was permitted on the matches because the state legislature saw sexfighting as a matter of skill, rather than luck and so granted it an exception to the prohibition on gambling.
Nina was using her inside information about the teams and the women to tilt the odds in her favor, but merely "tilting" them wasn't enough for Nina. She wanted to bend the odds to her will, and for that she needed something more. Pumping women who were already more at risk of orgasming than others were was the easiest way. Lawrence, Theron, Lively, Phoenix Marie and Julia Ann were all (at heart) submissive, or submissive-leaning, personalities. All they needed, if they needed a push at all, was a little nudge in the right direction. Since Bella had planned to fight herself this week - and Bella was an unknown quantity to Nina - that meant that Nina had to make sure that both Lawrence and Phoenix Marie not only fought, but climaxed; the more spectacularly their orgasms, the better theater it was and more money Nina could win!
Nina and Phoenix chatted a big about the good old days when they were tying one another to headboards, doing threesomes with hunky young actors with gigantic penis's and the multi-girl orgy's they had when shooting lesbian films. But once the chat was over, and Phoenix Marie had downed three big glasses of Nina's expensive single malt Scotch, Nina had Phoenix strip and get on the sofa. Unlike Jen, whose breasts had been battered severely, Marie suffered psychic injury, which was harder to pretend to deal with. But Nina had her digital application of the green slime via the vagina to fall back on and in no time at all, Phoenix Marie was telling Nina how much better that green stuff made her feel.
It was hard not to laugh because she knew Phoenix Marie had climaxed twice while she was twirling her fingers in her pussy and that alone should have made her feel better about the upcoming match. Next Nina gave Phoenix Marie and 'all-body' massage, paying particular attention to Nina's favorite part of Phoenix's anatomy, her butt. After a half-hour workout, Phoenix's entire body was tingling and she was already mumbling that she felt she "may" be able to fight this weekend after all. Nina was glad to hear it, because there was no way she was going to approve replacing a Blond MILF with an outsider who'd be more difficult for Nina to control and might even help the Blond MILFs win. Her worst case scenario, if Phoenix wouldn't fight, was that Bella would be forced to replace her with Julia Ann. Julia was a marginally better sexfighter than Phoenix, but Julia also had weaknesses and Nina was aware of them and knew the best way to trigger each one. In fact, Nina had already taken the first step to deal with Julia...just in case Bella called on her to fight this weekend.
And Nina not ever wanting to leave anything to chance, had planned a few surprises for Miss Bella Thorne as well. She wanted to replace Julia because she didn't like the way Julia was running the team? Well, then, let's see how Bella likes it when the lights are brighter and the tension is higher. Nina couldn't wait until tonight's party, she'd invited several women with just the right mix of sensuality and combativeness to make an interesting evening for all concerned.
After their session, Nina and Phoenix made love, Nina being sure to give Phoenix a few more orgasms to send her away with a smile. When Nina kissed Phoenix at the door, the blonde was glowing and couldn't stop talking about what a "miracle worker" Nina was!
As the elevator doors shut behind Phoenix Marie, Nina turned to Susan and asked if everything was set for tonight's party. Susan nodded. "The caterer and bartender have both confirmed, I got an RSVP from every guest, including any plus one, and I was just about to pick up your dress from the dry cleaners."
Nina nodded, then went back to her office to call Bella to invite her to that evening's part. She made sure to tell Bella she not only 'expected' she would bring a date, Nina even told Bella who her date was going to be and how Nina wanted both Bella and her date to dress.
"There's no option, Bella," Nina told her. "You bring that bitch and I want you each wearing exactly what I told you to wear. I know you have her costume ready - so other than that one minor adjustment - she should be ready to go. I'll see you at nine tonight."
Nina hung up and sighed. She sure did love it when her plans came together, but God...at her age she shouldn't have to work this hard. Nina made one more call before going home to change. She called her bookie and had him put $10,000 on the Blond MILFs to win this weekend's match. She even let slip a rumor that Team Crush may have an injury to Maryse that they're trying to keep quiet. Everyone in town would know by morning, but to be sure, she and Susan would drop a few hints at tonight's party as well!
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Tournament Week 3, 8:20 PM, Tuesday Night (Bella Thorne & Julia Ann)Bella ran her comb thru her long blond hair, then put her hands on her hips and turned left, then right, then faced the mirror and looked at herself with a critical eye. She wasn't entirely happy with the woman looking back her from the full length mirror, but Nina made it crystal clear that
THIS was what she had better wear if she wanted her help.
"I'm captain of the fuckin' MILFs," Bella thought. "Why am I letting a washed up, over the hill, has-been, porn whore, tell
ME how to dress?" She turned around, looked over her shoulder and checked out her reflection from the back. "Hmmmm, that's better! Damn but I
DO have a great ass!" Then she thought, "Hell, what am I worried about! I look great, but with that old hag Julia Ann standing next to me, I can't help looking great by comparison," Bella sighed, picked up a garment from her bed, held it up and studied, shaking her head in dismay. "Who am I kidding; with Julia wearing this, nobody's going to look at me.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Bella flung the garment over her shoulder and carried it downstairs. The Blond MILFs, based on Julia Ann's experience in 2017, were booked into ground floor rooms at the end of a hall by a stairwell. They could walk down to the basement storage that had been temporarily converted to a workout area with punching bags, a mat and other equipment so they could work out in the hotel away from the other teams. As soon as Bella took control, she moved into Julia's suite and put Julia to the basement where she was sleeping on a cot in what had originally been a chemical storage room!
The only thing wrong with Julia's accommodations was that Julia had told everyone she "loved" the isolation and that "being as far as possible from Bella's bullshit was a Godsend." That was enough to make Bella hate it and she was searching diligently for an even more uncomfortable hole to dump the whore in. The deeper and darker the better!
Bella threw the door open and walked directly to the cot where Julia lay sprawled on her back in pair of torn panties. She was reading a paperback romance novel and fingering herself. Bella threw the garment at Julia, knocking the book out of her hand, and snapped, "You got five minutes to put that on and drag your ass into the hall. We're going out!" Bella made a point of checking her watch, then as she turned to walk out into the hall to wait while Julia put get dressed, she stopped and added, "Don't forget to put on your stockings to complete the costume."
Julia picked it up, took a look at it then chased after Bella, grabbed her and slammed her against the wall. "What the hell is this?" she said, holding up the team uniform up and shaking it in Bella's face. "And who the hell tore the bottom out? Now, everyone's going to see my panties for Christ's sake!"
Bella looked at her and smiled. "Oops, sorry. I meant to warn you about that. We're going to a publicity event and I was specifically told to make sure you wore your uniform. As for your panties, hmmm, don't worry..." she said as she crossed her heart, "I swear on my mother's grave, at this party nobody will see your panties, trust me."
Julia hesitated, then stalked angrily back to her room to change into her uniform. When she returned to the hallway where Bella was waiting impatiently, Julia looked much the same as she would when she entered the ring for a match...except, without a bottom in her suit, her panties were exposed.
"This isn't going to work," Julia said, reaching down and tugging on her panties, showing Bella how easily they could work their way out from under the slick faux leather bodice.
"Yeah, I see your point," Bella said. "That's really bad. It's tacky and, frankly, makes you look cheap. Here, just a sec... lemme...." she bent down, reached up to Julia's hips and
RIIIPPPPPP tore Julia's panties at sides, then pulled the torn panties underwear from between her legs and dropped them on the floor at her feet.
"There, that's better. Now nobody can see panties. C'mon, we're gonna be late," Bella said, grabbing Julia's arm and pulling her toward the stairs leading up to the lobby.
"Wait!" Julia protested, "I can't go out in public like this. I'll get arrested... I'll be embarrassed... I'll catch a cold... pneumonia..."
Bella ignored her feeble protests and kept dragging Julia down the hall toward the stairs. Finally, Bella grabbed Julia's shoulders, slammed HER back against the wall and shook her index finger in Julia's face. "Listen you self-important cxnt, I had to take over running this team because YOU fucked up everything, just like you fucked everyone in your lame-ass porn films. We're only going to this thing tonight because the future of the team depends on it. You're only one of the six women on the team; you don't have the right to refuse to do publicity that helps all of us. So just shut your mouth and do what you're told. I've got a limo outside and we're going to a party where you WILL behave and you WILL make nice with the other guests. That's all the rest of us ask, that and for you to maybe help them win their next match."
Chastened, Julia pouted, but she went with Bella to the lobby, walked out the front door and as carefully as she could, slid into the back of the limo, keeping her thighs pressed tightly together and her body turned so the driver, ogling them in the mirror,, couldn't see her pussy.
When they reached their destination, Bella got out first, turned and offered her hand to Julia who took it reluctantly, to let Bella to help her out of the limo. They took the elevator to the 22nd floor and on the ride, Bella told Julia, "Look, you're my 'date' tonight, so play the part like a trained actress, OK? You know what to do: look at me with fawning admiration; do whatever I say; get drinks; dance with anyone who asks... smile but otherwise, keep out of my way. And Julia, dammit - whatever you do - DO NOT make a scene or cause any trouble. You're just an adornment, a bauble on my arm; do anything and everything to make
ME look good. Will you promise me that?"
Julia muttered, but nodded and, grudgingly, gave Bella her word she'd play the role she'd been assigned to by the Blond MILFs new team captain.
To Be Continued soon in Part 3, the party!