Tiffany Taylor spoke first, "It'd be just me and that fucking slut on the beach. She thinks she's such hot shit! The two of us would be in bikinis as we circled each other looking for and opening. I fake with a left jab and she flinches trying to block the attack. When she is off balance, she never sees the right cross that connects with her chin as she staggers backwards. As her eyes tear up and she lifts her defenses to protect her face, I drive the hardest kick I can right between her legs dropping her to her knees. As she's holding herself between her legs, I strike with a spinning kick to the back of her head sending her crashing face first into the sand. At that point, I'd get someone like him," pointing at Jermaine, "...who's standing there watching the beatdown to help me spread suntan lotion on my back so I don't burn my tender skin."

The other three women chuckled as they looked over at the man who Tiffany pointed to. He was sitting at the next table eavesdropping on the conversation. Jermaine looked uncomfortable at the sudden attention - but he kept listening intently.

"When she started to struggle to her hands and knees, I'd jump in the air and land a double knee drop to her lower back sending her crashing back sown to the sand. Before she knew it, she'd be naked and in the most painful camel clutch of her entire life. I'd wrench up the power on her lower back until she was begging for mercy. I’d then force her to stick her head between my legs and bring me to multiple orgasms while... Hey you! Come over here!" yelled Tiffany to the strange man at the next table. "Have a seat. What's your name stud muffiin?"

Jermaine took a seat. He was suffering from sensory overload surrounded by the four Playmates and he struggled to find his voice, then stuttered, "Um....Jermaine."

"Hi Um Jermaine, nice to meetcha," teased Tiffany. "Well anyway where was I?"

"Karen was between your legs bringing you to climax," said Jermaine with more confidence in his voice this time. "Thanks Um Jermaine... like I was saying the bitch is licking away while Um Jermaine here is capturing a Kodak moment for me. When I got done with her, I'd land an uppercut to her chin, knocking her to the sand in a daze. Then I'd take off my bikini top and smother her out into unconsciousness."

"You have quite the imagination Tiffany," replied Morena, trying to establish herself as the lead wolf in the pack.

"Wait!" yelled Tiffany, "I'm not done! Well, you know how proud she is of that tight little ass?"

The other women nodded in the affirmative as she continued her fantasy.

"I'd roll her on her stomach and force her knees up under her so that her head was down in the sand with her ass in the air."

The others drew a mental picture as she described her curtain call, "Then I'd grab my strap-on...I always bring one with me....carry it over to the waters edge and dip it into the waves. After it was good and wet, I'd roll it around in the sand like breading a chicken cutlet; you know, make sure that's loaded up nice and thick with my special recipe. Then I'd mount the bitch and drive that sandy dildo into her ass. If she didn't already wake up, I’d smack her ass till she did so she wouldn't miss a thing! She'd be crying for me to stop as I drove that damn abrasive shaft in and out of her ass!"

Next up was Lindsey Vuolo. "Smother her out with yours tits? That's so 1990's! She thinks she has a nice ass, check out this," Lindsey said as she stood and patted her bottom. "This is the last thing that she would see before she was stacking wood!"

"Yeah right!" argued Tiffany. "You think you could put her under with that little thing?"

"Let's ask him," stated Lindsey, pointing at Jermaine. "Which would you rather get smothered out by? Her saggy tits? Or my fine ass?"

Jermaine's confidence had grown a great deal since he first arrived at the Playmate's table and now they were asking his expert opinion on the finer points of feminine battle.

"Well, I was always taught to kick the tires before I bought a car," he grinned. "You suppose I can check out those weapons so I can make an informed decision?" he asked hopefully.

Lindsey grew red with anger, but before she had the chance to say another word, Tiffany sat on Jermaine's lap facing him, pulled her T-shirt up and stretched it over the top of his head forcing his face between her cleavage. She wasn't wearing a bra and Jermaine got quite an eyeful; in fact, he nearly got his eye poked out! Echo Johnson and Morena Corwin thought it hysterical the way Tiffany shut down Jermaine's wise-ass comments.

Lindsey sighed, "What the hell," and tapped Tiffany on the shoulder like she was cutting in at a dance.

Tiffany dismounted Jermaine and stood behind him as he struggled for breath. The look on his face was a cross between surprise and astonishment but one thing was a given; the ear to ear smile that crossed his lips! Lindsey dropped her jeans and panties to her ankles and began to back towards Jermaine. Just as he was about to speak, Tiffany grabbed him be the hair at the back of his head and held him while Lindsey ground her ass into his face. The attention of the entire restaurant was on the table as everyone stared in amazement. A waitress approached a nearby table to take their order had to wave her hand in front of their eyes to get their attention the couple was so totally oblivious to her presence.

"What's going on here?" the woman asked. "Does this sort of thing happen often?"

The waitress just smiled and said, "You two must be tourists." At a nod from the couple, she explained, "Welcome to Hollywood! Now, what can I get you for lunch?"

Lindsey stepped forward and pulled up her pants while Morena gave Jermaine a second to catch his breath, then demanded "Well, which is it?" He had a blank look on his face as he stared in the direction of the sound coming from Morena's mouth. "You sampled the goods, or should I say kicked the tires, which would you prefer?"

Jermaine opened his mouth and attempted to speak but all that came out was, "Um... Um... Um..."

"Well Um Jermaine, now you have a great story to tell your friends how you got that cool nick name," joked Tiffany.

Lindsey sat back down on his lap and continued her fantasy tale with her friends, stopping after a few moments when she felt something prodding her in her backside.

"You're a naughty boy, aren't you?" she asked Jermaine as she felt the pup tent developing in his slacks. She regained her train of thought and restarted the tale, “I'm in a diner working as a waitress when that whore walks in like she owns the place, sits down at the counter and demands a menu. Wait, lemme back up. I'm in a pair of Daisy Dukes and a black spaghetti strap blouse with a yellow floral print.”

"Lindsey, didn't you wear the same outfit in your photo shoot?" asked Echo.

“Yeah, isn't it a nice touch on my part. Well anyway, I’m polite as hell being my normal self when she bites my head off and bitches she wants a cup of coffee. So I bring the pot over and go to pour her a cup when the klutz spills the shit all over the rags she’s wearing. Then she causes a big fuss…like its all MY fault! I try to be nice and offer to take her in the kitchen to help clean her up but she just shoots me an evil look as I lead her around the end of the counter towards the double doors. Well, the stupid bitch tries to go in through the out door and gets cracked in the face by the door when one of the other girls comes out with an arm full of plates. Again, she blames me and charges at me tackling me into the counter.”

"Holy shit girl! In your fantasy, the bitch is kicking your ass?" questioned Morena.

"Hold your fucking horses! I'm getting to the meat and potatoes!" growled Lindsey.

"Like I was saying…before I was so rudely interrupted…she has me pinned up against the counter trying to pull my hair and bang my head against the counter..."

"This is getting good!" joked Tiffany "What'd she do next, make you lick the coffee off’n her tits?"

This brought a round of laughter from Morena and Echo but Lindsey just shot them all a dirty look and snapped, "Since you brought up her tits, that's exactly where I targeted. As she struggled with my hair, I slid my hands under her shirt and latched onto those big tits. The cheap slut wasn't even wearing a bra!" grinned Lindsey, aiming the last stinging insult at Tiffany to pay her back for her comment! "She’s bawling like a baby at this point as I’m tearing her tits to shreds. Her grip on my hair loosens so I pull her shirt over her head trapping her arms, then I go back to ripping apart her tits. Finally, I drive my knee into her belly knocking all the air outta her. Now, the diner’s full of my steady customers and they're all standing at the front edge of the lunch counter cheering me on while I beat the shit out of this troublemaker.

“I pick her up over my head and body slams her down onto the counter top. I figure half the damage I'm doing is down below the level of their sight so they’re all missing a really good show. I rip off the rest of the bitches clothes leaving her lying there dazed staring up at the ceiling tiles as I hop up on the counter, drop my Daisy Dukes and begin a slow seductive dance above her face. She begins to stir and tries to drive a fist up between my legs but I easily catch it and then stomp down on her tits as hard as I could.”

My steadies went nuts when I lowered my ass down onto her face and begin to grind away. I ask Um Jermaine, one of the lunch customers to drop some change into the jukebox and Centerfield's ‘Put me in coach’ starts to play. As my ass works it's magic on her face, Um Jermaine takes a seat at the counter right by the bitches twat and starts to rub her leg with one hand but he’s got the other in his pants pocket. He looks my right in the eye and says, ‘Put me in coach! I'm ready to play today!’ in perfect sync with that damn song.”

"You would like that, wouldn't you Um Jermaine?" laughed Lindsey.

Then it was Echo's turn to tell her tale.

"You guys gave me some good ideas on how to make my story better. I think I'll start off the same way you have."

"What? In a beach-front diner in a black floral bikini?" wise-cracked Morena as all three shoot her a dirty glare.

Echo continued, "No, I like the idea of being dressed like one of my favorite photo shoots."

"What, with mouse ears at the Magic Kink-domme?"

"Fuck you Corwin! You wanna hear the story or what?" growled Echo.

Then came a voice other then the three women, "Um, please continue, I'm listening."

"Thanks Um Jermaine. Like I was saying, I'm wearing black latex crotch high boots that have a belt that connects them around my waist. The bra is a matching latex with no cups so that my beautiful tits are exposed. I have on long black latex gloves that continue up to the top of my biceps and completing my dominatrix outfit is a black collar. And for some added fun, I have a black ridding crop. I liked Elke's idea of using the gas to knock out McDougal. But I’d take care of business myself rather them rely on some incompetent cretin. I’d have the whore stretched out on a wheel secured at her wrist and ankles. No ball gag - I wanna be able to here every scream, every cry and every painful moan that she makes. If she begs for mercy, I’ll hurt her twice as much as I planned. Yeah, that kraut had the right idea!”

Jermaine had no idea what she was talking about. He knew of Karen through his friend Irish, but he hadn’t a clue who Elke was. Later, he found the foursome had been monitoring the outcome of Karen's 12 Labors and had already heard about Samantha and Elke's failure. Had Aikka only hired one of them, they wouldn’t be sitting there having this conversation.

“When I was done with my last minute preparations,” Echo resumed. “I’d throw a bucket of ice water on her so she’d be jolted awake and once I had her attention and her nipples were standing at attention, I’d take that crop and, in one swift motion, flick it back and forth forming an X pattern across both her areolas. She’d be screaming at the top of her lungs! After I got done pureeing her tits to mush, I’d spin the wheel like I was going for the grand prize on Wheel of Fortune. I’d stop it so she’s upside down hanging by her ankles; dizzy from her little spin and suffering from the salt I poured into her open wounds. Then I’d pluck her pubes, follicle by follicle, til that twat was bald as Kojak. Her little beaver’d be raw as hell from the abuse when I take over with the crop again, stinging her with lash after lash till she was cherry red in the land down under.

“She’d start to beg for mercy which’d get me pissed at her whining. I’d take the heel of my boot, and press it under her jaw forcing her mouth shut, then place my weight on that leg and slam the handle of the riding crop down between her legs an abuse the shit outta her twat. All you’d hear is muffled whimpers. So then, I’d spin the wheel again and make her clean her own juices off of the handle so I could press it back into action. After she done licked it clean, round and round she goes! Again, I stop her upside down and use the crop to carve an X between her belly button and her pussy. Now I got something to aim for and I beat away on her belly until my hands hurt!.

Next, I’d untie her hands and re-secure them attached to her ankles. This time when I spin the wheel, as it passes three o'clock, her body flies out on an arc and she crashes to the floor in a heap just as the clock strikes six. I’d cut her loose and clamp a dog collar on her neck and force her to crawl into the other room on her hands and knees while I’m whipping her ass with the ridding crop.”

Echo looked up and laughed, “You should see the look of surprise on her face to see the three of you, and of course Um Jermaine sitting on the couch in short skirts.”

"Wait, is Um, Jermaine on the couch wearing a short skirt too?" piped up Tiffany.

“Shut up and lemme finish! Um Jermaine is NOT on the couch! And he is NOT wearing a short skirt!"

"Is it a long skirt then? You know, just below the knee?" goofed Lindsay.

"No! He is NOT in a skirt! He is NOT on the couch - he’s just standing there playing with himself! Now can I continue? Anyway, as the bitch is forced to crawl up to each of you, you uncross your legs and show her you’re not wearing panties. She services each of you while Um Jermaine there - who is NOT wearing a skirt - video tapes it for the next Playmate Christmas party. When she finishes, I saved the best for last….ME!"

"Nice try Echo,” chuckled Morena. “But you wanna hear how it would REALLY go down? Have you ever heard of a blanket party?"

All three women shook their heads 'no.'

"My dad was in the army and told me about it. When someone in the unit isn’t part of the team, you send a message to straighten up. First, you make some weapons.”

"Why would we need weapons? asked Tiffany. “We already kicked her ass three times just in the last half-hour."

“Shut up and listen!” demanded Morena, suppressing the laughter of the other three women. “You take a sock and slip a bar of soap all the way down to the toe and tie a knot in it so the soap stays in place. Then in the middle of the night when the bitch is fast asleep, we sneak into her room, close the door behind us so that nobody hears us. Hell, we may as well lock it too so we aren't disturbed! So we surround sleeping beauty, grab her blanket and pull down all four corners. She’s trapped under the blanket, helpless, as we all pull down tight. Now, here’s where the socks come in! Holding the blanket down with one hand, we pound the shit out of her with the soap bars. Trick is, not to let the blanket loosen so she can get her arms up to defend herself.

“Lindsay, you take her legs and make sure you hit bone. Hit her knees and thighs as many times as you can; give her ‘dead legs.’ Echo, you pound away at her belly and crotch. Don't give the bitch a chance to take a breath as you wail away. If the sock breaks and the soap flies out, uses your fist but do NOT leggo of the blanket!

“Tiffany, you're our tit girl. You pound away at those puppies, turn her puppies into junkyard dogs! Me, I keep hitting her head and face ‘til it says ‘Zest’ across her forehead! Then before we’re discovered, beat feet back to our rooms before anyone knows what’s happening. Once you get there slip under the covers and pretend you’re asleep. When people start yelling in the hall, come out of your room rubbing the sleep from your eyes like you were snoozin’ the whole time. Or, after we get done beating the shit out of her, we roll her up in her own blanket so she doesn't give us any trouble and exit stage left. I wonder if we’d get some bounty or something from Aikka?”

The three other women agreed, they liked Morena’s plan best. Kick ass and make cold hard cash at the same time; a win-win situation. When the three left the restaurant, Jermaine pulled out his cell phone and made a call to warn Irish and Karen.