"Just look what pops up when you water things," Farrah snickered as her blonde rival’s cold and wet nipples stiffened.

Farrah waltzed over, bent down and ripped the remainder of the loose torn bra from Cheryl's chest, tweaked and pinched a nipple before treating her former costar to a quick knockout punch. Cheryl had dared to confront Farrah about her abrupt departure from “Charlie’s Angels” which now threatened the success of the new show after just one season.

"Everybody impressed with how Angels can fight? Any questions? Better yet, any takers?" Farrah asked as she straightened the front of her elegant tight evening gown which she tried briefly to close to no avail. Her full breasts were mostly covered, showing enough cleavage to draw more than casual interest as her thick nipples stretched the thin fabric of the gown so even her famous "nip" poster might blush.

"I think I'll give it…I mean you…a whirl," Powers said as she handed the champagne bottle to a waiter who seemed to have two other things on his mind. There was some impressive evidence as to what is thoughts were as his face turned red and he wished his formal jacket covered a bit more up front. He turned and strutted in a funny awkward stride to the bar. He was a bit glad that most of the attention was directed at the two up and coming contenders; gorgeous blonde and steamy, sultry redhead who were now facing each other, trading insults and catty remarks.

"I could’ve taken blondie down much faster and easier than that," Stefanie announced as she stepped over Cheryl and beckoned Farrah to come in closer for a woman to woman "chat."

"I handled her quite well, thank you very much," Farrah replied, her mind thinking back over the battle, step-by-step from initial confrontation to the final knockdown.

It wasn’t by chance all three women had found themselves in the lounge at the world famous Catfight Resort the summer of 1977. Farrah had been wanting to say a few choice words to Cheryl - call it sisterly advice or blonde rivalry, whatever - but basically she just wanted to mess Miss Cutie Pie up; wherever, whenever, however because of public statements Cheryl had made about Farrah’s abrupt departure from their show. Then there were the rumors swirling about hi-jinks on the set of “Six Million Dollar Man” involving redheaded guest star Stefanie and Farrah’s husband Lee Majors! The fact that all three just “happened” to be in the Resort at the same time was a dream come true - for Farrah!
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"My, my; don't you look foxy tonight," had been Cheryl's first words. She too was itching for a confrontation, never expecting the nightmare that followed.

"Why you smart-ass upstart little bitch! Let's have some fun!" Farrah shouted as she fairly sprang across the room; the only thing slowing her down were her heels and her tight gown. Cheryl screamed as she felt angry fingers in her long silky hair. She returned the hair assault, then yelped as she felt the front of her dress ripped open and cool air wash over her chest.

"CATFIGHT!" A loud, but rather needless announcement since the entire room had come to a sudden halt in silence and anticipation from the moment of Cheryl's first catty comment.

"Get her; pull her hair! Slap the bitch! Claw her eyes! Rip her dress off! Go for her boobs! C’mon, punch her!" More plans of action called out from a dozen quarterbacks at the Superbowl and by enthusiastic spectators.

"Take her down Farrah. Knock her senseless. Strip her!" These were the unspoken thoughts of the sultry redhead who would have loved to take on both combatants. Stefanie was jealous of both; not envious, jealous - of their position and their recognition. She was always a bit annoyed by blondes ever since her high school catfight with Linda Evans! Now, Stefanie licked her lips as she watched Farrah take control early. She relished each SLAP; each PUNCH; each rip of Cheryl’s lovely dress. Stefanie swallowed hard as she felt her face blush as Farrah began to fight dirty. But it was Cheryl went there first when she grabbed Farrah's right breast and squeezed hard; digging her sharp nails into the firm luscious flesh and twisting. "Yeah, that’s it; go for those tits; those beautiful, beautiful tits!"

"Aieeeeeeee…" The scream emanated from both lovely blonde's lips. The comment about those beautiful lovely upper body targets seemed most like to refer to both contenders as well. Though it could be argued that baring Farrah's chest might have received greater applause. Well, maybe. Debatable, highly debatable.

"Should keep your big smart-ass mouth shut. Betcha will next time," Farrah snarled as she backhanded Cheryl who staggered back, knocking a tray out of a waiter's hand.

Before Cheryl could recover, angry fingers were in her hair and she went sailing across the room. "Gonna knock you silly Cheryl," Farrah snapped as she threw Cheryl hard against a wall. The blonde raised her hands just before impact taking the power out of the devastating move. Farrah stood motionless admiring her handiwork and planning her next move. She was enjoying this to the max and hoped to teach her fellow costar a good lesson.

"Here, take some more medici…Uhmmmppffh!"

"Too cocky. Too fast!" Perfect call from an armchair catfight quarterback as he surmised Farrah's mistake as she approached Cheryl who whirled around and hammered a fist deep into Farrah's belly.

As the blonde sucked air, Cheryl clocked her with a right hook. "Now I'm gonna teach you some manners and some humility," she hissed as she grabbed Farrah's famous mane and dragged her around the room, giving her tight, firm derriere a spank every so often. Farrah's face turned beet red as her rage boiled.

"Yeowaaargggh!" Blazing pain flooded Cheryl's entire being emanating from her foot. Farrah had suddenly stomped the top of her foot and ground the heel in hard. Farrah dug her sharp nails into Cheryl's firm arm flesh as she wrenched herself free from the headlock.

Whumppph! Farrah treated Cheryl to a hard full arm chest block sending her upper body falling backwards. A long leg flashed out as Farrah tripped Cheryl sending her sprawling.

Ripppppppp... Cheryl screamed as the back of her dress yielded to angry fingers.

Snickers and laughs, those nonverbal signs of approval filled the club as Farrah unsnapped her rival's exposed bra. A double handful of blonde hair and a vicious upright pull brought Cheryl fully upright. Another ripping sound and an accompanying shriek followed as Farrah ripped the front of Cheryl's dress. Farrah had no intention of stripping her rival topless…not yet! Going after one's rival slowly; savoring every moment, can be quite exciting as most eyes that took in the sight of Farrah's erect nipples as she battled could attest…a sight not lost on a sultry redhead lurking on the sidelines a few feet away.

"Please, a bit more thank you," Stefanie seemed the picture of sophistication and calm as she nodded to a somewhat preoccupied waiter who poured her bubbly. Deep down, Stefanie felt as bubbly as the champagne she sipped. A good catfight was soooo much fun. Better to be in one than just watch…but this was fantastic!

"Darn! You should’ve stripped her already…I would’ve," Stefanie whispered to herself as she watched Farrah treat Cheryl to a flurry of light stinging slaps before putting her in a full nelson.

Farrah marched the struggling blonde over to several giggling, obviously very drunk and very attractive women who leaned forward expectantly; on the edge of their seats. "Go ahead,” she snickered. “I know you all want to; so help yourselves, it’s on the house!"

She forced Cheryl to push out her chest to the group of brunettes, redheads and chestnut haired beauties; that there wasn’t a blond in the bunch wasn’t lost on Farrah - or the rest of the crowd. How fun it was to pick on pretty blondes.

"Nice! Full! Firm! Very good...for a blonde!"

The comments were accompanied by giggles and chuckles as each woman took her sweet time fondling, hefting and cattily assessing the strengths - and failings - of Cheryl's breasts; squeezing the blonde's pleasure mounds slowly and deliberately, groping her through her loose dress and bra. A round of applause followed as one woman, a tall redhead, stood and gave Cheryl an apparently most unwelcome long, wet, kiss. As Farrah finally dragged Cheryl away, everyone noted her beet red face…from embarrassment or anger...or this one of those special sensual type flushes?

"Let GO of me; I'm gonna kill you!" Cheryl snarled, her voice full of rage.

For a second Farrah felt a smidgen of fear. Stefanie caught the look and smiled; her mind racing as she imagined herself knocking Farrah around - but not until after (and if) Farrah beat that hot blonde bitch Cheryl! After all, why rush when she could let Farrah wear herself out first!

"C'mon ladies, get on with it!" someone yelled. "Yeah lets see some action…a real fight!" another pleaded.

"Oh, like you could KILL anyone; let alone ME, sweetie,” Farrah snipped. “Remember I'll always be number ONE," she hissed as she yanked Cheryl's head back by her lovely blonde hair, aimed a fist that snapped her rival's head back with a perfect uppercut.

"Nice; very nice move," Stefanie muttered admiringly as she watched Farrah's cool and collected nastiness.

Stefanie knew Farrah was just toying with Cheryl and the redhead smiled as she felt a strange warmth flooding her body as Farrah coldly and with calculated precision slapped Cheryl senseless. Farrah slammed her ex-costar back into the bar and sank her talons deep in the poor blond babe's full breasts. Cheryl squealed in pain, then grunted in agony when Farrah rammed her knee up hard between Cheryl’s spread legs. The impact lifted the petite blond in the air and Farrah repeated the kneeing several times before she went for the slow groin press.

"Hey, you, over here!" Farrah growled at the spellbound bartender who finally got the message and proffered the drink he’d been preparing. Farrah released Cheryl’s captive breast, took a long draught and then tossed the rest of the drink in Cheryl's face. "Time for one last bit of fun," Farrah snickered as she slid the empty glass back down the bar.

She grabbed a double handful of silky blonde hair and marched the groaning, whimpering Cheryl across the room where she swung her around and punched her hard, sending her sprawling on her back on the carpet.

"Hmmmmmm. I just gotta step in," Stefanie thought as she leaped to her feet and zipped across the room to the action. After adding a touch of humiliation to the defeated blonde, she soon found herself facing the winner; the gorgeous blonde of choice. "Gonna knock this hot chic silly, then take my time and really have a blast," Stefanie promised herself.

Stefanie had always enjoyed picking fights with blondes, but there was one in particular she hoped to fight again and her mind toyed with pleasurable thoughts of getting revenge on Linda Evans for a high school beating…but just briefly because just then something Farrah said snapped her attention back to the moment.

"Let's see whatcha got Stefanie; I love pounding redheads. C’mon, let's do it…Hii-yaaaah!"

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Farrah lunged at Stefanie. The redhead sidestepped and treated the blonde to a solid slap as she moved past her. Amazingly, Farrah quickly recovered, spun around and caught Stefanie full in the face with a blistering backhand.

"Unnnhhhhh…wh…why you dirty blonde BITCH!"

WHAPP!

WHACK!

The two beauties exchanged slaps each putting all their strength and anger behind each blow. Both lovely faces bore marks of stinging redness. Suddenly each grabbed for the others hair. Stefanie grabbed for Farrah's throat. Farrah grabbed the front of the redhead's black dress and tore it open exposing a lace cup of the elegant overstuffed black bra. Stefanie's face flushed a deeper color of red as she pulled harder on Farrah's lovely mane.

"Let go of my hair, or I'll really embarrass you," Farrah threatened as she grabbed the shoulder strap of Stefanie's bra. Both women were staring daggers at each other. The exciting erotic tension felt by all could be cut with a knife. Hardly any one noticed that several attractive young servers were helping the dazed Cheryl Ladd to her feet and escorting her out. A cute brunette pulled the blonde's limp arm over her shoulder and pressed her shoulder into Cheryl's firm luscious breast.

"So sorry this happened to you tonight Cheryl, but we’ll make it up to you," the brunette whispered as she winked at her friend whose free hand rested on Cheryl's lovely derriere. It seemed that the staff of the Catfight Resort was always ‘friendly’ and more than ready to ‘lend a hand’ in their own special way. "Ladies, get on with it."

"YIEEEEEE!” Farrah screamed as Stefanie yanked so hard on her hair she thought her scalp would burst into flames! The desperate beautiful blonde tugged at the thin black strap.

"You wouldn't dare," Stefanie hissed as she began to squeeze Farrah's throat. The redhead's gasp of disbelief was barely audible as her bra cup felt Farrah's fury and was ripped downward, the shoulder strap giving way easily. Farrah caught a glimpse of fear in Stefanie's eye, then looked down at the partially exposed lovely breast that sported a stiffening pink nipple peeking out of the torn lace cup.

"Argggggh. Grwarrkle!!" Farrah's involuntary gasping noises seemed strangely erotic as Stefanie's anger flew through her body into her strong fingers clamping ever more tightly around her blonde adversaries throat.

WHUNK! A desperate fist came out of nowhere and slammed into Stefanie's ribs. By sheer reflex she released Farrah's throat as her other hand wrenched the blonde's head sideways via her hair hold. Another punch slammed into Stefanie, this time to her stomach. Stefanie gasped and let go of her rival's hair as another blow smacked into her crotch. She shrieked as she felt unwelcome fingers latch onto her firm partially exposed breast and squeeze hard.

"Ungggggh!! You bitch, I'll kill you!" Stefanie hissed hoping to bolster her confidence against her angry and most worthy opponent.

"Get her Farrah honey. Kick her ass. Pull her hair. Take her down Angel girl. Yeah twist her tits." The advice itself added fuel to Farrah's fire, let alone Stefanie's screams and whimpers helped even more as she tripped the redhead and wrestled her down onto a table.

BAM! BANG! (tinkle) The sound of wine glasses, dishes, silverware, candleholders and a heavy ash tray flying every which way and dropping to the floor added to the spice of the two lovelies battle royale. It was a prime moment at the Catfight Resort and all who watched seemed spellbound.

"Awwwwcck. Arggggh. MY BOOBS! Ohhhhh, my boobs…leggo…puhleeese?" Stefanie bawled as she clawed at Farrah's hair, her offending hands as the blonde mauled the now almost completely bared breast and it's "sister" that remained completely covered.

Rippppppp. “ARRRRRGH!” Farrah snarled as she felt the back of her gown give way to Stefanie's desperate finger's. Those closest to the action seemed to be all eyes as Farrah's tight gown loosened and sagged in front allowing for her beautiful full breasts to find a bit of freedom. The more she struggled with the squirming, wiggling redhead the better the view became.

"Awwcccck…unnnhhhhh…" Farrah gasped and moaned as she felt a sudden painful attack times two. Stefanie raked her back with her sharp nails as she sank her other set of talons deep into the blonde's left breast. The redhead had wedged her hand between herself and her rival. The impressive pride and joys of her rival were simply too irresistible and now the redhead was turning the tables a bit.

"Ooooooh. Does this hurt?" Stefanie smiled with a smirk as she asked a purely painful rhetorical question. As she twisted Farrah's left breast through her thin gown she dug her thumbnail into the huge sensitive rather famous nipple. Farrah's grimace was almost enough reward but not quite. With a focused groan of determination and a flex of all of her tight ab muscles the redhead gave a buck and reluctantly released that luscious vulnerable breast to allow the beautiful blonde to fly through the air with the greatest of unease.

CRASH! Ker-WHUMP!

"Excuse me Madame, but these charges are going on your bill!" a distinguished waiter said will amazing lack of ire as she picked himself up off the floor and looked at the shattered glass from several expensive bottles of wine he was porting across the room a few seconds earlier.

"Get your cute little blonde tush up babe," Stefanie snarled as she ran over, grabbed Farrah's lush thick mane and jerked the dazed blonde to her feet. Stefanie slapped her hard several times before grabbing the front of Farrah's torn low-cut gown and ripping it clean down to the waist. Farrah screamed as her beautiful chest found full freedom. Stefanie raised her hand, curled her fingers and aimed a punch at Farrah's face and Farrah shrieked as she instinctively raised her hands and braced for impact. But Stefanie dropped her fist down, opened her fingers and gave Farrah's chest a painful SLAP!

"Yeowwwwww," Farrah yelped. She grabbed frantically for Stefanie's second incoming fist but it was two little two late. The tight fist smacked into her chin and the lovely now topless blonde fell backward into the lap of a lucky spectator.

"Hmmmmmmmm. Nice. Always wanted to feel up one of Charlie's best; especially his blonde hottie," the tall busty brunette said as she ran her fingers through Farrah's hair, over her chest …..and lower.

"Sorry to interrupt lady," Stefanie said with the smile of a Cheshire cat. It was obvious to all that the redhead had a bit more planned for her lovely rival. Quick as a cat, she grabbed Farrah by the hair and ran her over to the bar, pushing her screaming captive's head down the last possible second to execute a little "knock on wood" that proved a barnbuster…or rather barbuster….tactic judging by the round of applause she received. "Wanna see more of blondie folks?" Stefanie asked knowing full well this was a rather unneeded question.

Before the answer could be comprehended or pass many inebriated lips, the sound of a lovely evening gown being ripped off of one luscious body filled the resort's nightclub's smoky air. One pair of red silk French cut dainties was now on full display. "Oh my Miss Farrah, you really are quite a floozie for being sooooo angelic," Stefanie chirped as she swatted Farrah on her lovely firm derriere.

(whooosssh) "Uhhhhhhmpffh." Rippppppp.

"Oh my. Cool, man, cool."

The sound of flying liquid. The surprised look of one beautiful drenched face. The groan following a most unexpected punch. Farrah, obviously tiring of her tormentor's treatment, all those references to her famous show, and a bit of pent-up unleashed frustration from the baring of most everything but her soul found it's release in grabbing the glass of booze, tossing it in Stefanie's face and then nailing her a punch. Seemed to change the blonde's mood instantly.

"Hey everybody look!" Suggestion and/or recommendation not verbally needed. All eyes were on the stunned and now stunning redhead that had her dress ripped completely and instantly off by her angry, weakened, frustrated blonde rival. A gorgeous redhead in a partially torn black bra, expensive black lace dainties, black garters and sheer black stockings; she was certainly breathtaking to say the least.

"Uhhhhhhhh. Oooooohhh. Nuhuhhhmpffh."

"Oh my is that babe feisty."

"Ain't most redheads?"

Appreciative eyes had barely enough time to take in the newly revealed touch of red scenery before Stefanie blasted back into action. She grabbed the empty glass, smacked it into Farrah's face, sent the glass flying past the startled bartender's ear, then treated Farrah to a perfect uppercut. Before that gorgeous blonde hair stopped it's rustling from the force of the blow, an incredibly hard kneecap slammed into Farrah's crotch.

BAM. BAM. BAM. Or rather, bang, bang, bang. Technically a succession of thumping sounds from a redhead treating a blonde to some bar head-banging. As Farrah's beautiful eyes glazed, Stefanie jerked her fully upright and delivered several blistering backhands that sent her staggering, falling into a few lucky spectators and several hard tables.

"Noooooo…YEOWWWwwww…ARGGGGHH!! Let go! Please…unnnhhhhhhhh," the beautiful blonde screamed, whimpered and pleaded as the angry redhead backed her into a wall, grabbed her beautiful breasts and mauled them tenaciously. Stefanie seemed to be full of nastiness as she squeezed, twisted and clawed Farrah's twin beauties. The patrons of the club sat spellbound as no doubt their eyes feasted on close-up observation watching long fingers seize, twist, pinch and pull the two rock hard thick brown nipples of the tear-filled squirming blonde.

"Think she'll give up?" The question seemed at first to fall on deaf ears. Someone shouted in the affirmative. Then another. Farrah seemed to be in complete agreement as she groaned, gasped and weakly clawed at Stefanie's hands and wrists.

"Give up? Huh; oh high and mighty Miss Farrah?"No answer. At least none clearly discernible. Maybe too slow; maybe not. "Nuhhhhhhmppfh." Fingers buried deep into quite mussed up silky blonde hair. Another tug around the bar with a few unscheduled stops along the way.

"Don't know about you dear, but I'm gettin' tired." A chair was offered and Stefanie smiled gratefully as she sighed and slipped her lovely derriere onto the padded seat. "Somebody said it was your birthday. Is it true? Celebrating such a day at such a place as this? Maybe next year you'll pick another place to party?" Stefanie giggled after she sunk a hard fist deep into her blonde rival’s stomach, grabbed her and pulled her down over her knee.

Of course few knew that the birthday comment was just a ruse. One must improvise in some cases to accomplish what one wants. Beautiful shiny, soft, shimmering red fabric shifted. Tan firmness offered itself up and then a lightning fast open palm descended, sharply acknowledging the offering. WHAP! Once. SMACK! Twice. SPLAT! Thrice…the pattern was repeated several times SPLAT! SMACK! WHAP! SPANK! SLAP! until Farrah couldn’t take any more!

"OWWW! OUCH! OHHH ouchhh….owiieeeEEEEEE!! Please….please stop. Nuh…no…no more."

But not all the actions at the Catfight Resort were always obvious for, in the back of the room, a casual exchange of seemingly normal conversation was taking place between a waiter and a tall, well-built blonde.

"Ready to order, Madame?"

"Yes. But I believe I’d like to change my entree. Instead of the filet mignon, I'll have the redhead instead,” she purred, flicking a long, perfectly manicured index finger in the direction of Stefanie Powers. “And would you arrange to room service to my room as soon as possible…I’m simply famished!"

"Why of course, Miss Evans. We cater to all our customers needs, ALL of them. Especially for a television star of the magnitude of a Linda Evans."