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2018 Celebrity Sexfight Tourn. SPECIAL - The Blond MILFs Week Between Bouts

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PART ONE

Tournament Week 3. Tuesday Morning (bright and early)

Bella Thorne had a problem, a big problem; she didn't know how to fix it! Phoenix Marie had not only gotten her fat ass whipped by Team Wonder Women, but she'd "let" Abigail Ratchford fist her so hard she'd climaxed, losing the first fall to their opponents. If that wasn't enough problem for the 20 year old girl who'd just forced aging porn star Julia Ann to turn over the captaincy of the Blond MILFs to her, now here was Phoenix in Bella's bedroom, standing at the foot of her bed telling the new captain she couldn't fight this weekend against team Crush. The match will almost certainly cause the MILFs to be eliminated from the tournament at the end of the first round barring an unlikely miracle.

"I can't stand it," Phoenix whined as Bella sat up rubbing sleep from her eyes, the sheet that had been covering her sliding down unnoticed, the morning sun peeking through the window shade glistening off a barbell stud in Bella's right nipple distracting Phoenix only briefly before she resumed whining to Bella, begging her to replace her in the upcoming match.

"Fuck!" Bella cursed as she swung her legs out of the bed and stood a little too quickly, swaying unsteadily, grabbing the headboard to support herself until her equilibrium stabilized.

"S'matter hon?" Blake Lively mumbled from the other side of Bella's queen size bed. "S'erley...come back an' fuck me again..." she sighed, her voice fading as she drifted back into a drunken stupor. Bella's favorite ditzy blonde submissive was a demanding slut, that's why Bella loved her so. But her problem with Phoenix needed to be addressed right now, and even Blake's lusty lips couldn't distract the new team captain from that. 

Bella padded past Phoenix in her bare feet, slipping off her damp panties as she walked. She stepped into the shower and turned the cold water on full, hoping it would shock her, more or less, into some semblance of sobriety. When she stepped out a few minutes later, Phoenix was still at the foot of her bed where she'd been since Bella woke up. While Bella dressed, Phoenix repeated her story... how after she'd been fist-fucked into near insanity by the rough dykes celebrating the MILFs having been systematically taken apart, broken down and sexually savaged to within inches of their lives! Phoenix Marie had, admittedly, suffered more than most and had a mental and physical breakdown. Now she claimed she was too sore - and too scared - to go back in a sexfight ring....ever!

Not that Bella cared anything about Phoenix's sexfighting career, or her adult film career for that matter. What worried Bella was if Phoenix pulled out, she'd be forced to use 49 year old Julia Ann in this weekend's match. She didn't like Julia; didn't trust Julia; and the fact that every women in the tournament wanted to know how soon they'd see Julia in action told Bella all she needed to know about what opponents thought of Julia as a threat. No worries, that's what!

With Blake nearly as ineffective as a sexfighter as Charlize Theron, the fifth member of Bella's team, that left only Bella herself and Jennifer Lawrence to could count on. She needed a porn star for the third woman in the ring and neither of the ones she had gave her the warm and fuzzies. If Phoenix refused to fight, maybe Bella could replace her with someone - anyone - better. It shouldn't be hard to find someone with that credential, given the lackluster effort Phoenix had put forth last weekend.

Bella picked up her cellphone and called the office of the Tournament Director, Nina Hartley, and asked for a meeting "as soon as possible" emphasizing the emergency nature of her visit. Hartley's assistant told Bella she could see Nina that morning at "ten sharp" and reminded her not to be late, that "Miss Nina is a very important woman and she has a lot of people who want to see her today." As Bella hung up she muttered something and the young woman who'd answered Nina's phone heard Bella call her a "fuckin' bitch."
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Tournament Week 3, Tuesday, 10:00AM (mid-morning)
By ten o'clock, Bella was in dire straits. No sooner had Phoenix Marie left her and Bella climbed back into bed with Blake to pick up where they'd left off last night, than Jen Lawrence showed up banging on her bedroom door, demanding to speak with her. Jen had been the second member of the team into the ring last weekend and her effort produced about as much of a result as Phoenix's had. Jen ended up climaxing on Ratchford's fist just like Phoenix. Then at the Wonder Women's victory party - while three or four "rough dykes" were busy fist-fucking Phoenix into a stupor in the shower, Kate Beckinsale and Charlotte McKinney somehow hung Jen upside down over a treadmill, turned it on and let it buff Lawrence's proud young titties to a high gloss.

Jen had been in pain and unable to sleep for several days since, she even had trouble sittin still. The doctor she'd seen gave her ointment and told her to "rest" them and they'd be fine. Bella's problem was that Jen was also supposed to fight in this weekend's match and without Phoenix Marie AND Jen Lawrence, there was no way Bella could figure out how to win... certainly not using Blake or Charlize with her and Julia Ann. Bella had to convince the Tournament Director to allow her to replace TWO women for this weekend's match.

Phoenix had been her first problem, now Jen became her second. Convincing Nina Hartley would be a third problem she'd have to deal with...but not the most difficult one by far. From her reading of the rules, Bella thought she could make a reasonable case for replacing Lawrence - she was after all injured. Convincing Hartley to let her replace Phoenix because she was "scared" would be much harder. But Bella had a lot of ego and plenty of confidence in her ability to lie her ass off and thought she could do anything she set her mind to. The real roadblock was going to be another clause in the rules that required Hartley to get their opponents to agree to the personnel changes.

If Bella wanted to replace Phoenix Marie, or Lawrence, or both, with another member of the Blond MILFs, Team Crush would probably agree since everyone knew Lawrence is better than either Theron or Lively. Despite Phoenix's disappointing first match, everyone in the tournament still sees her as superior to Julia Ann as a fighter - if not with the sex stuff. Bella thought long and hard during her trip downtown to meet with Nina Hartley in the mid-town office building where the tournament had leased temporary office space for the duration of the tournament.

When she reached the offices, she walked up to the receptionist's desk and told the woman she was there for an appointment with "Hartley."

"It's Ms, or Miss Hartley," the woman snapped tartly. "She's running a little late. Take a seat, I'll call you when she's ready."

Bella looked at her watch, it was one minute before 10. She hesitated to make a scene since she wanted a favor, but she didn't like the woman's tone and said, "Tell her it's Bella Thorne from The Blond MILFs. I'm here, and I'm on time for my ten o'clock. I don't appreciate your tone of voice Miss," she added with a sharp tone of her own.

Bella stood over the receptionist waiting for her to pick up the intercom. The woman looked up at her, but didn't make a move to call anyone. Bella turned and walked toward the office door, but stopped short when the woman barked, "You can't go in there unless you've been announced."

"Watch me!" Bella said, grabbing the door knob and turning it. But the knob didn't turn. It was locked! She whirled around and stalked angrily back to the woman's desk and held out her hand. "Give me the key!"

The woman leaned back in her chair with a smirk on her lips. "Say please, bitch!"

"WHAT!?" Bella bellowed, clenching her fists. "What did you call me?"

"I called you the same thing you called me after we spoke this morning and you demanded to see Ms Hartley. Well, I put you on her calendar and instead of thanking me, you muttered and called me a bitch. So the shoe's on the other foot now, honey. You want to get in that door? You'll have to satisfy me first."

"Fuck you!" Bella snapped, stepping around the desk. "Give me the key this minute or I'll take it and leave you stretched out on the floor."

"Tsk-tsk, such a violent temper. No wonder the Blond MILFs can't do shit in the ring. I don't see much improvement with you calling the shots."

"I... I... I wasn't even in charge last week," Bella screamed. "It was that damn Julia Ann. She fucked everything up. I'm trying to get things back on track and I do NOT have time to screw around with you... you wannabe secretary. Give me that key!" But the receptionist stubbornly shook her head.

When Bella leaned over to grab a handful of dirty blond hair, however, the receptionist grabbed her wrist and twisted hard, forcing Bella to her knees beside her chair. As she kept Bella bent over using her wrist to exert leverage, the woman picked up her coffee cup and took a sip, acting as if she hadn't a care in the world.

She put the coffee cup back on her desk, looked over at Bella, then ran her fingertips lightly across Thorne's right breast, jiggling the barbell nipple piercing she had noticed thru Bella's blouse. "You wear that when you sexfight, dear?" the woman asked, flicking it with her fingernail. "Kinda uncomfortable ain't it?"

"Leggo you cxnt!" Bella said, unable to control her anger. The woman shook her head and increased the pressure on her wrist, forcing Bella to bend over so far her long reddish-blonde hair was brushing the carpet.

The receptionist picked up the phone. "Miss Hartley, your ten o'clock appointment is here. What do you want me to do with her?" There was long pause, then the receptionist replied, "Yes ma'am, I think so too. It'll only take me a minute, then I'll send her straight in."

She released Bella's wrist and the Blond MILF captain sat back pouting and rubbing her arm. "Miss Hartley said you're to undress down to your bra and panties...if you're wearing either. Give your clothes to me, then you can go in." She sat back to watch Bella and waited to see what she'd do.

Muttering, but admitting defeat, Bella kicked off her gym shoes, slid her shorts down her tanned legs and pulled her polo shirt over her head and threw the pile on the receptionist's desk. Then she stood and faced the woman wearing only a thong; held out her hand and said thru clenched teeth, "The key."

The receptionist grinned, reached under her desk and pressed a hidden button, the door to Hartley's office buzzed, and the lock released. "Go right in Ms Theron."

"IT'S THORNE...T-H-O-R-N-E," Bella screamed, spelling it slowly so the dim-wit could remember it. She couldn't think of anything more insulting than to be mistaken for that loser Theron!

Bella stomped over to the door, threw it open and stalked into Nina Hartley's office... then stopped short, her mouth dropping open as she stared in shock at the nearly naked blond sitting behind the big desk. The woman stood up and Bella saw she was only naked from the waist up, she was wearing red panties and stockings and black and red boots that had been hidden behind her desk when she was seated.
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"You... you're... I'm..." Bella realized she was babbling, but seeing the Tournament Director nearly nude had thrown her for a loop. "What's...?"

Nina laughed, walked around the desk to shake Bella's hand, then took her elbow and guided her a sofa where Hartley sat side-by-side with her and explained. "I was changing for my next appointment when you arrived. I've been watching you on closed circuit," she pointed to a large hi-def TV hanging on the office wall. "It's just a game Susan likes to play with new people, gives her a thrill. Anyway, what's this big problem you have. I'm afraid I don't have a lot of free time today to deal with you, so make it short and sweet."

Bella hurriedly explained how Phoenix had been fisted so brutally that her vagina was not only too sore and raw to fight, but she was now too frightened to return to the ring. And Jen Lawrence's breasts had been rubbed raw by Beckinsale's "insane torture" so Jen wasn't going to be able to fight this weekend either. "I can't go into this weeks match with Julia and either Theron or Lively," Bella said plaintively, really laying on the drama in hopes it might sway Hartley to grant her approval to bring in two entirely new fighters... at least then she'd have a chance of winning and, perhaps, advancing to the second round.

When Bella finally ended her excited, and somewhat rambling, story, Hartley was giving the young team captain her full attention. "You said Lawrence's breasts were rubbed raw?" was her first question. Bella nodded, eager. Nina's buying it, she thought.

"And Fee... I mean, Phoenix...," Nina paused to explain. "I called her Phi back when we worked together... it's sad about her fear, but the girl was always a bit fragile. Anyway, let's see what can be done. First..." she got up and went to her desk, grabbed the phone and hit the intercom button.

"Susie hon, cancel my afternoon appointments between 1 and 4. Push what you can to tomorrow, the rest you or someone else will have to take for me. Then call... what's her name, the Team Crush captain... oh, right. Call her and tell her I want her ass over here in..." she looked up at the wall clock, "...fifteen minutes; less if she can make it. Finally, call the Blond MILF's hotel suite. Tell Lawrence I want her in here at one o'clock, then Phoenix Marie at three o'clock. Tell 'em this is no BS, they'd better be here on time or they're going to be oh, so very, sorry." Nina looked over and winked at Bella, then agreed with something Susan said and hung up.

"Now, while we wait..." Nina said, as she opened a liquor cabinet, filled two large tumblers with ice cubes and Scotch. She carried them back to the sofa in one hand and the half empty bottle in the other, handed one glass to Bella, then sat beside the Blond MILF's new captain, clinked glasses with her. She cupped Thorne's right breast, thumbing the barbell nipple piercing and finished her thought. "...tell me all about this piercing...and any others you have. I'm dying to see everything you have."

Nina took a long, slow, draw of her Scotch, watching out of the corner of her eye as Bella tried to emulate the woman who was three times her age. Bella choked and coughed as the strange and unfamiliar peaty taste of the expensive single malt burned her throat, unaccustomed to alcohol since she was still too young to drink... at least, legally!

Nina reached out to tip Bella's glass up, pouring the rest of the 12 oz pour into the young girls' mouth. Bella's face flushed as she struggled with the powerful 90 proof alcohol. Nina's hand dropped to Bella's bare thigh, gave it a reassuring squeeze as she refilled Bella's glass. "We have plenty of time until Kendra and Tylene get here."

Bella could already feel the first rush of the Scotch. She rarely took more than one drink, and that usually an expensive wine Blake bought. The only hard liquor she'd had was the occasional dessert wine after dinner, and that on a full stomach. She hadn't had lunch today.

"Ty...leen'z coming...?" Bella slurred, shocked at the slurring she heard in her voice. Nina nodded, pushing Bella's glass back to her lips and Bella instinctively took a long, refreshing drink; the cool liquid surprisingly soothing on her burning throat.

"Kendra said Tylene's her acting co-captain," Nina explained. "Susan thought she may as well bring her along. Anyway, about this..." she tapped the barbell nipple piercing with a fingernail, sending vibrations through Bella's firm young breast. "When did you decide to get it...and why?"

Bella explained how as a 16 year old Disney princess, she wanted to be seen as more adult than the other child actresses. A piercing, or maybe a tattoo, would help her pass as mature. Nina listened attentively, casually rubbing Bella's thigh as she pretended to pay attention to the sad tale of how awful it was to be a teenage star at Disney. All the while, Nina's fingers were working their way higher on Bella's thighs, which Bella unconsciously had let fall apart as she relaxed, rapidly getting drunk on Scotch and the sensual sensation of Nina's experienced fingering - so subtle Bella never realized what the old woman was doing to her.

Ten minutes later, Bella was stretched out on her back on the sofa with Nina kneeling between her legs, Bella's right leg dangling off the seat, her foot on the floor, her left leg draped over the back of the sofa with her foot pressed against the wall as she climaxed on Nina Hartley's tongue... just one more of the thousands of women who'd experienced the same thing over the porn star's 30+ year career.

Bella was riding an orgasm high when Kendra Wilkinson and Tylene Buck came walking in and stopped short as the first sight they saw was Nina's butt, the dark hole winking at them. Nina glanced back over her shoulder and leered, "We started without you! Hurry the hell up; get outta those clothes so we can start negotiating."

An hour later, Bella barely remembered having signed several forms, not that she'd recall what they said, because she hadn't read them... and couldn't have if she wanted too since her vision was so badly blurred by alcohol. Nina had played her role of the Tournament Director, a woman deeply concerned about the legitimacy and competitive balance of the tournament she'd been hired to produce.

Kendra and Tylene had been briefed by Nina's assistant, Susan - the woman Bella mistook for a mere receptionist. Susan listened in on Bella's conversation with Nina via the intercom Nina left open for her, so when Kendra and Tylene arrived, Susan told them what Bella wanted, and why. All they had to do, was figure out how high a price to extract from the Blond MILFs for them to agree to let Lawrence and Phoenix Marie out of their commitment to fight. But Nina had a better idea!

Nina convinced Kendra and Tylene to go along with her and it would benefit of all three of them! Nina had Susan prepare two documents; one laying out the price the MILFs would have to pay for Team Crush to release Lawrence and Marie. The other would allow The BlondMILFs to replace Lawrence and Phoenix Marie with "anyone of their choice; subject to approval by the Tournament Director."

Bella signed the contracts for the Blond MILFs; Kendra and Tylene signed for Team Crush, and Nina and Susan signed as witnesses to the others signatures.

The payment Team Crush extracted from Bella - which took surprisingly little effort - required that "each member of The BlondMILFs make herself available to Team Crush, their assignee's, or any other party designated by Team Crush, for the period of one week. Furthermore, their availability requirement may be done together with other team members, individually, or in any combination thereof requested, or approved by, Team Crush or their representative(s)."

The contract went on to lay out the terms, including, "each woman's week may - at Team Crush's option - be done during a single seven day period; over seven separate one day periods; or in shorter time blocks of no less than one hour... as specified by Team Crush or their representative."

Nowhere was there any mention of financial responsibility, and the wording left the distinct impression that any and all travel which The Blond MILFs had to make in order to fulfill their contractual responsibilities, would NOT be reimbursable but performed at the sole and exclusive expense of the travelers. Furthermore, their travel time necessary to reach any location where they must travel in order to perform their duties will NOT count toward their obligated time.

The stipulation was so heavily weighted in favor of Team Crush that no one - not Nina, Kendra, Tylene or Susan - thought for a moment Bella would sign, certainly not without a lot of haggling and negotiation. But Nina worked her magic and, between liberal quantities of her Scotch, her talented fingers, plus the application of Kendra and Tylene's hands, lips and tongues, Bella was so besotted she didn't even read the contracts, just signed her name to whatever documents Susan put in front of her, wherever Nina told her to!

The contract that would permit The Blond MILFs to replace any fighter - still required The Tournament Director (Nina) to approve any of Bella's replacements, and Nina assured Kendra and Tylene she wouldn't approve anyone who wasn't already on the Blond MILFs current roster. So while Bella got her written assurance that she could replace Jen Lawrence and Phoenix Marie, for all intents and purposes that document was worthless since Nina never intended to let it be executed.

Bella made another mistake - one would be disastrous for Bella. The contract that Team Crush imposed requiring The Blond MILFs to serve them, said, "The Blond MILFs" which meant all 6 members had to perform service. It didn't list, or specify individual names. So any lawyer reading it would see it clearly meant the ENTIRE roster - including Bella - was subject to Team Crush's conditions!

As soon as Kendra and Tylene left Nina's office, they started calling the other teams and their friends to spread the word... The Blond MILFs were going to be fair game for a long, long, time. Each MILF had to travel (non-reimbursed) ANYWHERE they were told to perform by a specific designated time - at their own expense! Each woman was contractually bound to Team Crush, or whomever they transferred any rights to, for a total of 168 hours in bits as large as the entire 168 hours, or as small as 1 measly little hour. It would be a nightmare.

If Team Crush wanted, for example, to have a MILF for one hour every day, Monday thru Friday to vacuum, do dishes, or clean their locker room, they could drag it out over six months, or so. And if they really wanted to 'stick it' to the MILFs, they could make them fly all around the country, or the world, just to do things one hour at a time. Incredible!

To Be Continued (soon)
« Last Edit: September 13, 2018, 08:47:34 PM by Ginny38 »

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Re: 2018 Celebrity Sexfight Tourn. SPECIAL - The Blond MILFs Week Between Bouts
« Reply #1 on: September 14, 2018, 12:07:51 AM »
Bella's being pretty unfair, Blake actual beat Abigail, who's a powerhouse and that should tell you how skilled she is. Juila Ann had fantastic showing last year, she quarterbacked that team, and Theron had some moments too she's G.O.A.T. for a reason. I think Kate Upton and Bella Thorne should have a discussion on who truly OWNS Blake.

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Re: 2018 Celebrity Sexfight Tourn. SPECIAL - The Blond MILFs Week Between Bouts
« Reply #2 on: September 14, 2018, 12:31:11 AM »
And Phoenix Marie has some real strength, check out her videos on Brazzers, She's throwing people around, holding 'em upside down, once she gets her confidence back she'll be a real threat.

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Re: 2018 Celebrity Sexfight Tourn. SPECIAL - The Blond MILFs Week Between Bouts
« Reply #3 on: September 14, 2018, 07:15:14 PM »
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.
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"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.
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"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!

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PART THREE

Tournament Week 3, 9:00 PM, Tuesday Night (Bella, Julia, Nina Hartley & more)


The elevator door opened on the 22nd floor lobby where a good-looking brunette in a skintight dress with a low neckline that almost dipped to the high slit that reached her left hip, was checking names on a clipboard. "Miss Thorne," Susan said smiling as she looked up and saw Bella, "it's nice to see you again. And may I say, you'll be quite the hit in that blouse. The party's in her office, go right in." She added as Bella turned, "Oh, and the bar's on the right, the buffet at the far wall. You'll find some party favors that may come in handy later... if you're of a mind to play games." Then Susan acknowledged Julia with an arched right eyebrow and asked dryly, "What's your name, ma'am?"

Julia fought her usual urge - to make some smart-ass and witty retort - but remembered this was for the team and said, "Ann. Julia Ann. I'm with her," she said, nodding at Bella. Susan added her name to the guest list and as Julia took Bella's arm to walk with her into Nina's office, Susan muttered, "Nice outfit blondie! But it'd be nice if the collar and cuffs matched." Julia started to turn back, but Bella pulled her elbow against her side and kept walking. "Gray's alright for a woman your age," Susan called out loud enough to be overheard, "but see your colorist and have her touch up those unsightly graying pubes."

Julia whirled around, her face flushed, ready to swing on Susan but Bella bearhugged her from behind and dragged her, still struggling, backward into Nina's office where a party was in full swing complete with soft background rock soundtrack. Bella recognized most of the faces, including Kaley Cuoco and Britney Spears who were at the bar drinking and arguing about which team should win this weekends fights, or who had been most responsible for her team losing one last week. Bella ignored them to check out who else was there.

Then Nina saw Bella and Julia and smiled and nodded to Thorne to let her know she approved of her having followed her orders. Nina knew Bella looked like a cheap tart and Julia... well... Julia looked exactly the way everyone at the party expected her to look... easy and available. Nina had already made sure that 'easy and available' was exactly how Julia would be as soon as the other elements of her plan arrived and went into action.   

Then right on cue, those two women were walking in the door accompanied by a third woman. They stopped, looked at the bar and headed straight for the alcohol. Suddenly, the third woman stopped and called their attention to Julia Ann. The three exchanged looks, all three with lecherous smirking grins. They rushed to the bar and ordered drinks. After pouring the drinks, the female bartender handed them each two glasses. They picked one up in each hand, then turned and walked quickly across the room - they were all making a beeline straight toward where Julia Ann and Bella were standing!

Christina Carter had been the referee in the ring for the Blond MILFs match against the Wonder Women and she'd led their "pussy party" after it, during which the six members of the MILFs were brutally savaged and sexually used by not only all six of the Wonder Women, but by the referees and then an additional ten or fifteen members of other teams and friends who heard about the fun and came to join. Now here was Christina socializing with two of the Wonder Women, the brutal brunette Romi Rain and her busty blonde sidekick, Riley Steele.   
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Christina, Romi and Riley carried the six drinks over to Bella and Julia. Christina handed Bella one of her glasses and purred silkily, "Scotch with a single ice cube, that's you, right?" Bella wasn't going to ask how Christina knew, or who told her that's what Nina had served her that morning - because she didn't want Julia to know about her meeting with Nina, and she didn't want to know Christina's source. So Bella took the glass, raised it in a silent toast, and took a sip. The cool, smooth peat-flavored Scotch glided down and ignited a fire in her belly that made her blush.

Romi handed two cloudy glasses to Julia who hesitated to accept them, until got an urgent glare from Bella reminding her of her promise not to make trouble, and reluctantly took one in each hand. She took a sip and made a face...she thought it was terrible. "What the hell is in that?" she asked.

Romi smiled as she explained, "I had the bartender - she's very cute, by the way Julia, you should check that out - make it especially for you, dear. It's something I had her whip up to celebrate your performance last weekend. I call it 'a dirty whore on the rocks'." She smiled as Christina and Riley laughed with her at Julia's obvious discomfort. "It's tequila - I know you love that; vodka - my personal favorite; some dirty gin; a splash of rum; oh, and lime juice... all dumped in a blender with lots of ice and whipped to an orgasmic finish. Sound familiar?"

Christina, Romi and Riley laughed uproariously. After hesitating, Bella joined in because she was glad they were picking on Julia and didn't want them to start on her too. Nina Hartley was standing with one of the women she'd brought in to help her run the tournament, the busty redheaded porn star Darla Crane and when they overheard Romi's put down of Julia, they couldn't help themselves and joined in the laughter at her expense.
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Hearing the laughter, other women turned to see what had caused it and Julia's face grew redder and redder as more and more women began to stare at her, their eyes widening as they got a good look at her attire... or more accurately... her lack of attire. She was ready to kill Romi Rain when Bella put a restraining hand on her arm, "You promised..."

Romi saw that Bella had control of Julia whose usual reply to any verbal attack on her was an acid-tongued reply - often followed by a slap. But since Bella had control her lap dog, Romi wanted to enjoy the advantage and see how far she could push Julia... and how firm Bella's grasp was on the blonde's leash. Since Christina and Riley had Romi's back, she had little reason to worry!

"I don't think you gave that cocktail a fair taste test," Romi purred, adding a cute little pout to show how offended she was that her 'special drink' was unacceptable to the 'high and mighty' Julia Ann. "Why don't you take another drink, and this time make it a big one... just to be sure you get the full effect of the subtle blend of aromatic spices and alcoholic phenols in the mix. I know you don't have very good taste in women," Romi said, skewering Julia once more, "we can all see that by the one's you chose for your team last year, and again this year."

Romi saw she had the room's attention and continued, "Why this team was so bad, Bella here had to step in to try and save them. I sure hope you know more about tasting liquor than you do about sexfighting. Go on, Julia, get yourself a nice big mouthful, then swirl it around, let reach all your taste buds and then swallow. You know how to swallow, don't you....it's like when you have a mouthful of jism from one of your male costars. I hear you've become quite the expert at that!"

Bella saw Julia's hands were shaking, she was so angry; the milky concoction sloshing back and forth in the glasses so wildly it was splashing out onto the floor. Bella looked at Romi with pleading in her eyes, praying she'd ease up before Julia exploded...although by now Bella was convinced that was exactly what Romi wanted to happen. Bella looked to Nina for help, but Nina seemed to be excited by the prospect of a confrontation between them, judging by her flushed cheeks and rapid breathing.

Bella began to wonder if this was some kind of set-up, and if she as well as Julia was going to become a victim. Ever cautious, Bella looked around and seeing no friendly faces, she slowly edged away from Julia toward Nina, assuming Hartley would be a good one to hide behind when fists began to fly. Beside Nina, redheaded Darla Crane was equally fascinated, as were three other women (Puma Swede, Tanya Danielle and Alexis Texas) the three of whom, Bella suddenly saw, had moved from opposite sides of the room to a place right behind Julia, putting the blonde MILF square in the sights of six different woman.
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Just when Bella was certain Julia was going to ignore her promise and cause a scene, Christina Carter stepped forward and told Julia, "You really should give Romi's cocktail a fair try. I had one yesterday and tonight I feel like a new woman. I know she can be a bitch at times," Christina turned to look at Romi and Bella saw her wink, "but she means well. Don't ruin Nina's party with an argument, take a drink....please?" Bella thought the 'please' was a nice touch and it seemed to diffuse the tension, at least temporarily. Julia thought a moment, then took a long, deep, drink... she even did as Romi suggested and swirled it around in her mouth for a moment before she... spit it in Romi's face!

"Don't you ever tell me what to DOOOooooo....unnnngggggaaaahhhhh...."

Julia's resistance to Romi's dominant challenge ended abruptly with a loud grunt and a quiet groan when she got kicked between the legs from behind by Puma Swede's right foot; then punched in the left breast by Christina Carter's right fist; the two happening so quickly they had to have been rehearsed!

Julia staggered to her right from the impact of Christina's punch, and right into a breast-flattening left hook by Romi's Wonder Women teammate,blonde Riley Steele who put her full weight behind the blow. Julia fell back into the waiting arms of Tanya and Alexis who grabbed her and dragged her breathless body over to Nina's desk where they threw her down on her back on it.

In seconds, Julia was surrounded, with Christina holding her right ankle and Romi the left; Puma had two handfuls of blond hair while Tanya was pinning Julia's right arm on the desk as Alexis pinned her left. Between Julia's now wide-spread legs, Riley Steele was holding a thick vibrator she'd grabbed off the 'party favors' table after landing her punch. Riley, her job made easy by Julia's lack of protective underwear, rammed the vibrator in where it could do the most good, then began unzipping and opening the front of Julia's black leatherette uniform. Even before Riley started that, two other women were at work removing Julia's red stockings and setting them aside for future use.

Bella looked at Nina and asked, "You knew this would happen, didn't you?"

Nina just smiled, then turned away ignoring Bella completely and asked Darla Crane. "So, what do you have in store for her next?"

While Darla laid out her plans for the party to Nina, Bella wandered away having realized her glass (Scotch) had somehow become empty and needed a refill. As she approached the bar, a brief fight had just ended and she had to push, elbow and wriggle through a throng of "lookie-loos" in order to reach the bar. Just as she got there, a path opened up and a young woman with disheveled hair and a green dress in disarray (must've gotten in her opponent's way) came stumbling out reeking of alcohol.
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Britney Spears had obviously been second best in her 'discussion' with Kaley Cuoco, though as she watched Cuoco being helped up onto a bar stool by two friends, she thought Kaley looked like a girl with too much drink, too much 'Mary Jane' - or too many orgasms, if that was even possible! Bella was sorry she missed it, but if Julia's recent screaming was any indication, there was plenty of partying still  to come.

Bella sighed, she would enjoy the tournament if all days were as exciting as the past three. After two weeks, she'd taken the leadership of her team from a 49 year old porn slut. Now she had the chance to put her personal stamp on the team by replacing two non-producing, rebellious harlots she couldn't be bothered with and replace them with effective, committed, sexfighters who'd cement her reputation.

She turned and studied Kaley Cuoco's sweaty face, her body. She'd enjoy rolling around in a ring with her...or a bed! Too bad Blake was filling those needs this month...though Bella wasn't foolish enough to believe while she was spending time with Nina and other tournament big-wigs, Blake wasn't getting her satisfaction elsewhere. Phoenix Marie and Jen Lawrence may be a bit beat up, but either was able of giving Lively's little man in the boat a quick row around the lake.

And Bella didn't have a clue what Theron was up to, but she couldn't be dismissed as a threat. Charlize pressed Julia to include her again this year and Julia had given in to her. But since they arrived ahead of the first match, Charlize gave no indication of wanting to get in the ring. Bella wondered if she had a hidden agenda, one Bella had yet to discover. Strahovski perhaps? Yvonne and Theron had a history nobody really understood, but one few dared explore. Bella wouldn't be shocked by anything they were  up to!

Two screams from Julia, the first immediately followed by a second, were met with ribald laughter from a dozen or more women. Bella looked up abruptly, fighting a desire to leap up and run to see what excitement she was missing. Eager as she was to bask in Julia's discomfort and humiliation, if she appeared too eager, it may be misconstrued as concern for Julia - the opposite was true. Her concern was Julia may be abused so badly she'd be useless later when Bella wanted to use the whore to work off her own frustration. 'Well, there are other fish in the sea,' she thought, glancing around see what fish were ready to be hooked.

She finger waved the cute bartender over to order another Scotch, regretting Nina hooking her on the 'good stuff' so young, but made a mental note of the label; no reason not to buy a case or two to impress women who knew their liquor at the parties she planned to throw to recruit top fighters for the 2019 tournament. At only 20 years old, Bella was already planning to become the tournament director as soon as possible. The job offered major trolling opportunities among those who saw a sexfight as a stepping stone to bigger and better things. Bella wanted to be the one with a helping hand!

With a fresh drink in hand, Bella slowly inched back toward the women surrounding Julia where two were working her over; one up and one down. Bella stifled a fleeting stab of jealousy at the lusty glaze of satisfaction on Julia's bright red face. "Dammit! She's not supposed to be enjoying this, the slut." Bella thought, unaware she'd spoken her thought aloud until the woman next to her chuckled.
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"Perhaps you'd like to join us in the bathroom," a brunette said, indicating her blonde partner. "I know some fun things we could to in the shower, or if you're the kinky type, on the toilet." Catherine Zeta-Jones said, her glazed eyes laser-focused on Bella's pierced right nipple. "Jeri has some sick ideas about what we can do with that piercing that will blow your mind."

Bella reached behind her, firmly grabbed the the old woman's hand and pulled it from her ass. "Why don't you two both enter next year's tournament..." Bella told them, "I'll show you two some things you've only dreamed of and, I won't need this..." she added tartly, flicking her piercing with a fingernail making a soft TINK, "...to make either of you orgasm."

She spun on her heel walked quickly in the opposite direction of Nina's office bathroom, retreating as rapidly as she could without appearing to be fleeing. Not paying attention to her surroundings, she bumped into two women who'd had just walked in and turned right in front of her as they veered toward the bar.

"OOF!" all three of them grunted in unison as Bella bumped into them and six boobs smashing together in a fleshy pig pile. All three took a step back, then the younger of the two and Bella each recognized the other simultaneously. They both squealed and hugged happily as the older woman looked on.
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"BELLA!" Lindsay Lohan squealed, hugging Bella so hard their breasts bulged to the sides between their happily squirming torsos.

"LINDS!" Bella gushed, her arms wrapping tight around Lindsay while over Li-Lo's shoulder she was checking out Lindsay's date, a cute, older, blonde who looked vaguely familiar, though Bella couldn't place her name. 

When they broke the embrace, Lindsay gushed, "We saw the match the other night, I'm so sorry. We were both pulling for you guys. I hope you have better luck this week, we'd both hate to see you eliminated with such good women on the team."

"Thanks Linds," Bella said, unable to take her eyes off of Lindsay's date. "Pardon me for asking, but who is this hot babe with you. I know I've seen your face," Bella apologized, "but I'm blanking on your name. You're a model, or an actress... maybe a singer, somebody famous, obviously."

Both Lindsay and her date were laughing as Bella struggled, until Lindsay let Bella in on what they found so funny. "It's Dina!" Lindsay told her, "...my mom, Dina Lohan. You remember, I can see you do. You met her, oh... a couple of years ago at that Disney thingie we both went to. You thought she was my DATE! That's hilarious..."

Bella was blushing since everyone near them stopped whatever they were doing when they screamed so they could watch what happened next. Now that she'd been embarrassed, everyone joined Lindsay in laughing, which just increased her humiliation. Quickly changing the subject, Bella asked Dina what she and Lindsay were doing at a celebrity sexfighting tournament.

Dina explained, "Lindsay tried to enter last year, but her sponsor couldn't get it done for some reason. Lindsay and I came over to see if there was a way we can get a foot in the door for next year. Lindsay's an outstanding sexfighter..." Dina said, blushing proudly.

"Don't believe her!" Lindsay told Bella. "She beats me all the time when we practice. The woman's a real cougar."

Bella gulped and couldn't think of a response. Dina and Lindsay sexfighting each other? "Wait a sec," she finally managed. "You're telling me you two..."

Dina nodded, looking proud of herself. "Don't believe her," she said. When she saw Bella visibly relieved, she teasingly added, "I only win about sixty percent, of the other forty percent half are simultaneous orgasms. But Lindsay wins the other twenty percent...about half the time," she giggled, poking Lindsay in the ribs. Bella thought she was joking, but judging by Lindsay's expression she wasn't sure Dina wasn't serious. Wow!

On the spur of the moment and without giving it any thought, Bella asked, "Are you two going to be in town a while?" Dina said they were staying until after following week, leaving once the 4th week bouts were over. Lindsay wondered why she asked and Bella smiled, "I'm now the captain of the Blond MILFs. I took over from Julia Ann who...." she was interrupted by a cry and a long, keening sob that could only have come from a woman having a very big, and extremely satisfying, orgasm.

Bella continued, ".... who at the moment is having an orgasm in the center of that mob. I fired her as captain after that debacle last week and took command myself. I'm looking for a couple of replacements for this weekend, if either of you is interested?" she asked hopefully.

Dina and Lindsay exchanged a questioning look, then Dina started, "Well, I don't know...."

Lindsay interrupted her mother, "We'll do it!" 

Bella smiled. She wasn't sure if Lindsay would be an improvement over Jennifer Lawrence or Phoenix Marie, but she'd sure be easier to handle. She'd take Li-Lo over Theron, sure Lohan won't stab her in the back!

Her mom Dina was interesting, and nearly six feet tall! Bella knew Dina was in her 50's but she was in terrific condition and - if her story about beating Lindsay often was true - she and Lindsay could replace both Julia Ann and Charlize with no drop in team strength. She invited them come to her hotel for a 'tryout' where Bella would 'try' Dina herself before handing her off to Julia who, knowing she was fighting to save her job...and her reputation would give the big blond a stiff test! Bella and Lindsay would watch together, then find a way to reward the winner...and punish the loser!

After exchanging digits, the Lohan's headed for the bar and Bella finally went to check in on how Julia was enjoying the party so far. On the way, Bella almost tripped over Tanya Danielle and Romi Rain who were on the floor and Romi was showing Tanya some of the finer points of sexfighting that the blonde had yet to pick up on. Tanya was naked and on her back, legs spread while Romi was on top of her wearing nothing but one of Nina's party favor strapons. If the puddle on the carpet under Tanya's ass and between her spread legs was an indicator of Tanya's ability as a student, she'd taken a lot of "dick-tation" from the powerfully built brunette whose body was covered with sweat as she kept up a steady rhythm that sent ripples through the blondes bare gluteus maximus.

The crowd around Julia had thinned as many of her "fans" had paired off and were going at one another like horny monkeys, but Julia hadn't lost all her allure yet. There were still five or six women surrounding her and Bella was pleased to see that the women who'd been pinning her arms and legs had turned the task over to technology which freed them for better things. Bella walked around the desk, running her fingers slowly over Julia's sweat-slick body. Julia reacted to the unexpected touch, and since she was blindfolded she had no idea whose hand it was or what they might do to her. Bella liked that!

Julia's arms were spread and tied by her own stockings to the desk legs at one end. Her body was stretched out, her legs spread and hung over the sides of the desk below the knees with her ankles tied to the legs at the other end, immobilizing her except for her head which extended off the end of the desk so that anyone who walked up could present her pussy to Julia's mouth. From the wet pool on the floor and Julia's glistening, wet face and matted hair, Julia's mouth had gotten a lot of attention.

As had her pussy. The top of the desk was wet and there were several vibrators, dildos and other toys scattered around the desk top. Bella picked one up and turned it on, but the batteries were dead. She tried another and it that one managed a weak flutter. She ran it up and down the crease of Julia's pussy. At first she didn't react, likely because it must be numb after all the attention it had seen, but after a minute, Julia started to squirm and lifted her hips, tilting them to open herself. A little moisture dribbled on the down the crack of her ass to join the large wet spot already on the desk.

"Unnnnnnnn yesssssssssssss," Julia moaned, her body starting to quiver. Bella smiled, pulled the vibrator out and put it on the desk. It jittered and skittered around until it rolled against Julia's ass, then it jiggled her butt cheeks. Bella left it there and walked to Julia's head. She picked up a ball gag someone had left and gently ran her fingertip over Julia's cracked lips.

"Thirsty?" Bella whispered in Julia's ear. The blond MILF nodded eagerly. Bella walked to the bar and asked the bartender if she remembered how to make a "dirty whore on the rocks"? The girl thought a minute, then said she did. Bella ordered a double and in a couple of minutes, the girl handed her a large glass full of the funky smelling potent mixture of several powerful liquors. Bella thanked her, went back to Julia and rubbed the bottom of the ice cold glass against Julia's erect nipples. She gave a start and groaned, the rasped, "Please... drink..."

Bella lifted Julia's head, then pinched her nose shut as she tilted her head back and put the glass to her parched lips, Julia opened her mouth and Bella poured as much in as she could until Julia couldn't swallow fast enough and it ran out of her mouth and down her chin to her chest. Bella stopped and let Julia swallow what she had, and whispered, "Breath through your mouth, hon. I'll wait..."

The blond MILF panted a few times and shook her head, trying to free herself from Bella's grip, but the captain expected her resistance and held fast. When Julia quit shaking her head, Bella whispered, "Open up, you must drink all of it." Julia shook her head again, pulling and tugging at her bonds but she only succeeded in tightened the knots more.

Bella pinched Julia's ear and told her to open her mouth, threatening to hurt her if she didn't do as she was told. Julia hesitated, then parted her lips enough for Bella to get the rim of the glass between them and she poured a fourth of the contents into Julia's mouth. This time when it overflowed, Bella set the glass down on the desk and released Julia's nose, then forced the ball gag into her mouth and tied it behind her head. "I'll be back later to give you another drink, in the meanwhile, here's something to remember me by," Bella said. She took two alligator clips from her pocket that she'd picked up from the 'party favors' table earlier. She clamped one on each of Julia's stiff nipples and smiled when she whimpered and squirmed. Then she returned to the other end of the desk and jammed the weak vibrator in Julia's ass and a fresh one much larger, she slid easily into the blonde porn star's pussy.

When Bella walked away, Julia was squirming and writhing with both vibrators buzzing angrily in her nether regions and the alligator clips cutting into her sensitive nipples. She stopped at the party favors table to inspect the other items, choosing a red leather flogger that looked like it would be just the thing go focus Julia's attention on something other than having another pleasurable orgasm. She went back and found several women standing around Julia watching her with little crooked grins on their faces. Apparently, Bella wasn't the only one who thought Julia had outlived her time in the limelight of the porn business. Bella tossed the flogger on Julia's belly and told the woman to help themselves.

She saw a couple she hadn't talked to yet, and this seemed like a good time. The tall Aussie singer Izzy Azalea was standing with Elizabeth Gillies and TV hostess Chelsea Handler, so Bell strode over to introduce herself. She knew Theron was a close friend of Handler's and this would be a good time to lay the groundwork for her plan to smoke out Theron's hidden agenda. She figured she could get it out of Handler if she played her cards right, and if not, maybe Azalea or the other girl, Gillies, might provide some diversion until Julia was ready for another drink.
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TO BE CONTINUED (probably later than soon with the Celebrity Sexfight Tournament matches coming up this weekend... but in a few days)
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Re: 2018 Celebrity Sexfight Tourn. SPECIAL - The Blond MILFs Week Between Bouts
« Reply #5 on: September 21, 2018, 05:23:32 AM »
PART 4

Tournament Week 3, 2:00 AM, Early Wednesday Morning (Bella, Kaley Cuoco & others)


"Guhhway....lemme schlee..." Bella groaned as someone shook her, trying to wake her. She tried to open her eyes, but they hurt too much. She tried to sit up but her body was stiff, sore and her legs were paralyzed and she couldn't move them. She blinked, and had to shield her eyes from the glare of the bright light reflecting off the stark white walls. Rubbing her eyes, she managed to force them to open and as things slowly came into focus she realized she was in a white-wall tiled closet.

Lifting her head, Bella saw the body of a woman sprawled limp over her legs and in a brief moment of panic feared she may be dead, but then she lifted her blond head and began to struggle trying to sit up. It wasn't until the blond turned to look around that Bella realized the toussled blond hair belonged to Kaley Cuoco, the woman she'd been having sex in Nina's shower before... well, she really wasn't sure before what. The last thing Bella remembered clearly was crying out as Kaley ate her out a lot more professionally than Bella had expected her to do.

Bella finally looked up to see who it had been shaking her and didn't recognize the face of the Hispanic woman wearing a pink smock with the logo of a cleaning company on the front. "What is it Maria, I..." Susan stopped short when she saw the two naked bodies on the floor of Nina's office shower. "Well, fuck..." Nina's assistant muttered. "Did you have a good time Bella? And who's your friend?" By then Kaley was sitting up, but she was facing the back wall with her back to Susan, who hadn't yet seen her face.

"Susan, Kaley," Bella slurred. "Kaley, Susan, she's Nina's brains... and brawn."

"Pleashed tuh meetcha," Kaley murmured through dry and cracked lips, waving a hand in the air blindly, not bothering to look around.

Susan looked at the bathroom, decided it was clean enough, and sent Maria back out to the office to finish up out there with the other cleaning staff, then told her they could go. She looked at Bella for a moment, finally asking, "You need a hand getting up?" Bella answered by extending a hand. Susan took it and pulled her to her feet. "How about your friend?" she asked Bella who shrugged and started digging in the pile of discarded clothing until she found her black trousers, but there was no sign of her sheer top or her underpants. She found one shoe, the other must have been kicked... somewhere... by someone... probably when came in to use the restroom while she and Kaley were making out... or had  passed out. She was in no condition to consider all the possibilities, let alone the ramifications.

Bella patted Kaley's head as she stepped over her, lifted the toilet seat lid, sat and peed until her bladder was empty, then pulled her pants on, stood and staggered unsteadily out to Nina's office where she hoped to find her, or someone's, top she could wear back to her hotel. It was only than she remembered she'd arrived with Julia. She looked at Nina's desk where she'd last seen the Blond MILF, but the desk top was bare. One of the cleaning women was working hard with a rag to dry the residual moisture,  evidence of some serious orgasms that had occurred there earlier.

Most of the debris from the party had already been picked up by the cleaning crew and Bella couldn't find anything to wear. So she grabbed a caterers' table cloth, wrapped it around her torso and, in bare feet, walked to the elevator. As she rode down to the lobby, she used her cellphone - which she found was still in her pants pocket with a hundred dollars in twenty dollar bills she carried for emergencies - things like a getting back to her hotel in the middle of the night with no shoes or top.

Bella trusted Susan to get Kaley home, or someplace. Bella figured Kaley might end up with Susan, though Bella had no idea where they would go, not that she cared! Kaley had been as much fun as she'd thought when she saw her with Britney, but Bella had more important things to do and couldn't waste any time with Cuoco... at least tonight. Maybe another day.

Bella had a vague recollection of inviting the Lohans to come by the team hotel for a tryout in the  afternoon and thought she may have invited Iggy Azalea as well, and maybe Chelsea Handler?

"Hmmm, that could be interesting," she muttered to herself as she stood in the lobby waiting for her Uber. "Let's see, put Iggy with Dina first; and then Iggy and Julia - if she's even back. Wonder where she disappeared to?

After Iggy and Julia, I'd like to see Dina and Chelsea. Yeah, that  should give me a pretty good idea if Dina's as good as she says. Then I'll take Chelsea for a spin and while I'm giving her a hard workout, Lindsay and Dina can take Iggy. I bet it'll take two of them to handle the big Aussie.

"Whoops! Hey, sorry. You're my Uber? I didn't even see you pull up. No, I wasn't on my phone, just talking to myself...." she told the driver as they pulled away from Nina's office building.
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Tournament Week 3, 3:30 AM, Wednesday Morning (the Blond MILFs hotel)

Bella quietly tip-toed into her room, surprised to find her bed empty. Blake wasn't there and Bella felt a pang of disappointment, wondering briefly where she was. But then she forgot about Blake and after a quick shower, she fell into bed and slept soundly until she was awaked by Blake who came slamming in hung over after a night out clubbing with two airline stewardesses she'd met on the elevator last night. Bella wanted to kick the blondes ass, but decided it wasn't worth the effort.

While Blake showered, Bella headed downstairs to find herself some lunch, and a "hair of the dog." She'd just finished eating when Jen Lawrence came walking into the lobby; her face flushed looking every bit like a woman who'd just had satisfying sex. Bella called her over and offered her a glass of Champagne. Jen declined, saying, "Nina said I should only drink single malt Scotch when I'm on the program."

"What program is that?" Bella asked, her curiousity piqued. "Something about the team?"

Jen nodded, then explained that Nina was using some kind of herbal treatment to heal her breasts so she could fight this weekend. Bella opened her mouth to ask another question, then decided it would just make Jen curious, or even a little suspicious., so she simply nodded and said, "Good."

After Jen headed upstairs to shower, change, have a quick lunch and a brief workout before returning to Nina's for her 4:00 PM treatment.

As soon as Jen was on the elevator, Bella called Nina's office and demanded to speak with her. After she let Bella rant about Nina double crossing her by trying to get Jen ready to fight.

Nina told Bella she'd have to trust her if, "If we're going to work together. If I don't make it look like I was trying to get her ready to fight, nobody will believe us when we tell them you asked for permission to replace Jen and Phoenix; that I insisted you make an effort to get them ready. I even took a personal role in trying to help. Now you've already got Team Crush's agreement, we just need to dot every eye and cross every tee so some reporter finds a rock to turn over. They won't find any record of collusion."

Bella accepted Nina's logic and calmed down.  Nina continued, "I have Lawrence back here this afternoon and I doubt she'll be in any shape to fight, but if she does, she won't be much use to you. Besides, if the team doesn't succeed this year, you won't bear any of the blame, I'll see to that personally. Julia was the one who selected those women, trained them and chose the line-ups. You played no part in any of that, in fact you were the only one courageous enough to stand up to her mis-management and eventually kick her out to take over and attempt to fix the mess she created.

"I assume you want to come back again next year?" Bella nodded and admitted she did. "Good. Then as soon as the tournament's over, I'll be announcing the date and city for next year. Then I'll make it known you're the captain of the first team to sign up. You'll have eleven months to pick a team and get them ready." With that, Nina hung up and went back to Julia who she'd kept tied in her bed since the party broke up last night.
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Tournament Week 3, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday (various locations, people, events)

The rest of the week flew by as Bella struggled with the logistics of getting her team ready for the big match on Saturday night. Team Crush presented a problem other teams didn't and it worried Bella. Two of their women were trained wrestlers and Bella had no one to match them. Phoenix Marie was her best bet, but despite Nina working with her, she still refused to fight. Bella and Nina had contacted several acceptable substitutes, but so far Nina was refusing to give her approval, saying it had to be at the "last minute" to make it appear to be a legitimate emergency.

Another probem was the team uniforms, or costumes as Julia insisted on referring to them. Lawrence had been outspoken in her dislike of them and Bella didn't blame her. They were great looking on Julia, and Phoenix whose breasts looked terrific in the mesh cups. Bella and Jen each were less impressive looking, but Bella liked to flaunt her assets and could live with it. Jen preferred full coverage, but hadn't objected when Julia first showed them to her. Blake and Charlize were hilarious looking (in Bella's opinion and she was surprised neither had complained.

The look was one problem, but one Bella could live with. The mesh cups, however, had proven to be quite fragile and needed to be replaced after each use, no matter how gently they were handled. Bella would have liked to replace them with something more like what Wonder Women wore, a full coverage, sturdy, practically bulletproof protection that had shown itself to be impenetrable in the MILFs battle with them. The MILFs felt their costumes were the reason Wonder Women had beaten them. But, again, Nina refused to permit any uniform changes, saying the tournament publicity was keyed to photos of the fighters in their uniforms and any changes would "ruin the effect."

Other minor, but time consuming, things cropped up and Bella found herself weighed down by administrative duties that kept her from exploring more fully her recruitment efforts with the Lohans, Iggy Azalea and Chelsea Handler, any two of whom she would gratefully take to replace Lawrence and Phoenix Marie...if only Nina Hartley would get off her ass and sign the approval!

Friday was devoted to all the last minute preparations for Saturday's match against Team Crush, then on Saturday morning she'd meet with Nina to finalize the replacements. So far, it looked like it would be Azalea and Lindsay Lohan, both had shown themselves to be willing and eager in their sessions with Bella, although she was a bit put off when Nina insisted on taking a turn with both Dina Lohan and Handler. While Nina pronounced them supurb, Bella had been watching closely and realized that Nina's criteria and her own were based on the difference in their goals. Bella wanted fighters, women who could make strong young women orgasm against their will while Nina's only goal seemed to be finding women who could make Nina Hartley climax. 

Saturday morning, Bella attended the press conference Nina had called with the captains of the other three teams from the MILFs group, plus Yvonne Strahovski, the captain of Strahovski's Angels, the only team from the other group that had locked up a place in the next round. The purpose was for Nina to announce that she had approved Bella's request to replace Lawrence and Phoenix Marie.

Nina spent too long, in Bella's opinion, laying out the circumstances for Bella's request, then she dropped a bombshell. "After reviewing all the facts presented, I can find no legitimate reason to allow Team Blond MILFs to replace either of the two."

"No!" Bella protested, earning her a stern glare from Nina. "But...but..." Bella sputtered in helpless fury. To say more would risk exposing her collusion, and incur Nina's wrath, plus a penalty that may be kicking her team out of the tournament and blacklisting her from next year's. Hard as it was, Bella bit her tongue and stayed silent. Kendra Wilkinson from Team Crush looked so smug Bella wondered if she and Nina had cut a deal. Little did she know, but the truth was much worse.

After the press conference, Bella locked herself in her room and struggled with her options. She would start off, of course. She was the captain and had to set the tone for her team. But with Phoenix Marie refusing to participate... Nina had told the press that Phoenix had placed herself on a temporary hold status, but that she assured Nina she would fight in the following match, if asked to do so by her captain. That left Julia, however unpalatable to Bella, as her only option for the porn star spot. Between Lawrence, Theron and Lively, Bella was unsure.

Lively had taken up with one of the airline stewardesses, leaving Bella's bed for hers. So she really didn't want to reward her faithlessness by naming her to an important spot. Theron was useless, in Bella's opinion, so she was going to have to use Lawrence. Now all she had to do was find Jen and do her best to mend fences with the willful young actress because Jen was her only hope.

Saturday night, everything would change...   

The story will CONTINUE IN WEEK FOUR after this weekend's match with Team Crush

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Re: 2018 Celebrity Sexfight Tourn. SPECIAL - The Blond MILFs Week Between Bouts
« Reply #6 on: September 25, 2018, 04:35:28 PM »
Bella's got get her head on straight and focus and strengthening the members she has, and stop underestimating Blake Lively, she's the one who took out Abigail.