Alas no one was available to help Calista. Paris was all over her with slaps, hair pulling and ripping her dress to shreds. Calista desperately tried to push the button to open the door, but Paris grabbed her by the hair, delivered a mind numbing bitchslap, then pushed the button with a "?" on it. The manager had told her the “What The Hell?” button was only to be used in an emergency - like to stop the elevator in case of a badly needed “catfight emergency."

"You poor helpless hussy…and I DO mean hussy! Parading around the hotel in your bra and panties. Never figured you for the type," Paris snickered as she dispatched the last tatter of the once beautiful dress from Calista's body. To Calista's credit, she fought gamely and succeeded in ripping Paris’ gown enough to expose her lace bra. "You're going down girl," Paris snipped as she locked fingers with the willowy brunette for test of strength. It wasn’t much of a test as Paris quickly forced petite Calista to her knees.

"Uhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Umpffffh," Calista grunted as she struggled with all her might. Suddenly, Paris bent her wrists sharply backward and, as Calista shrieked in agony, the blonde beauty released her hands, stepped around behind her, reached down grabbed both of her firm, perfectly rounded breasts. "Aieeeeeee!" Calista wailed as Paris milked her pleasure mounds with her long, strong fingers; slowly working them up and out of their little cups.

"Now for the finale. I'm sure someone wants to use the elevator to go up or down. Speaking of down…" Paris snickered as she began to twist, pinch and stretch the hard pink nipples; relishing Calista’s futile clawing at her malicious talons.

"Noooooooo…mummmpppppfh." In a blazing flash of catfight action Calista found herself on the floor struggling against the constricting power of Paris’ powerful legs which seemed bent on her destruction.

"Scratch me and I'll snap you like the twig that you are!" Paris hissed as she pythoned her legs about Calista's waist.

Paris tugged at Calista’s silky brown hair and felt her body arch in a final, futile, attempt at escape Paris sighed with impish delight as Calista's fingers ripped at the hem of her dress and yanked her pantyhose, adding a few more rips to the ones already there. Paris winced as she felt a stinging pain in her thigh. Calista hadn't scratched - she pinched! Paris had to grudgingly admire how Calista had followed orders, yet still found a loophole. She tightened the muscles in her calves and thighs. Calista gasped; then winced….then she pleaded…and finally, inevitably…she begged!

"Ummmpppfffh!" A quick flash of an open palm followed by the gasping grunt of a lovely victim as her lips and nose were covered by the gorgeous soon-to-be-victor's open hand. Calista kicked and thrashed her legs frantically, a heel flying across the elevator to smack the wall as Paris’ smothering hand tightened it’s suffocating grip.

(Blurriness….darkness) DING!

As the elevator doors slid open, Paris looked up at two older women who’d been waiting for a ride. "Sorry for tying up the elevator ladies,” she leered. “Had a bit of business to take care of. Here, ya wanna help this damsel in distress? She IS kinda cute. Name's Calista; cute name, huh?"

Paris opened her hand, unwrapped her legs and pulled herself to her feet. As she stepped out of the elevator, she couldn't help smirking as the older women stepped over Calista as they stepped into the car. One looked astonished, but her partner gazed lustfully at the perky little breasts of the topless brunette who was slowly regaining consciousness.

"My dear what ever happened to you?" the first lady said as she knelt to help Calista to her feet. As her friend took a firm grip on Calista’s arm, the second lady was already seeing how Calista "felt" as she slowly ran her hands over her beautiful slim body - no doubt checking for broken bones.

"Bet she enjoys the rest of the night and her ride on this elevator," Paris mused as she heard a little yelp of protest as the doors closed behind her. Chuckling, she turned and headed for the room where her next unwary, would-be, victim awaited.
******
"Another blonde. This one's gonna be fun. Lot's of fun. Let's see,” she thought. “525! Hmmmm, 521…..523…..525! Ohhhh, here we go! This is gonna be fun," BANG! BANG! Paris knocked on the door and waited impatiently, rapidly tapping her foot as she stood with hands on hips. She anticipated an easy fight; after all, this blonde was getting up in age(at least by Paris’ standards.)

"Hello there!” Paris announced as the door swung open under her heavy-handed knock. “Have I got a surprise for you! Where oh where are you, blondie? I’ve got a…AWWWWWKK!" Paris yelled several expletives as she was thrown forward under the weight of her would-be prey driving hard into her back from behind the door, slamming her to the floor on her hands and knees.

"Yeeeehawwww! Gotcha; you spoiled brat!" Meg Ryan's words weren't exactly the most polite Paris had ever heard as the older blonde ripped and tore at her hair as she mounted Paris’ like a pony. Meg had obviously been alerted about the upcoming surprise attack by her friend the manager who would watch the battle unfold on one of several hidden video cameras that were installed in every suite for just such occurrences.

"Yeah take her down! Ride her hard Meg! Giddy-yep ponygirl!" the redheaded manager cheered as she watched Meg wrap her legs around the slender waist of the surprised younger blonde. Paris ‘galloped’ around the room slamming her unwanted rider into walls and the chest of drawers before Meg’s yanking her hair steered her toward the bed.

"Wanna take a rest, Paris?" Meg queried as she tightened her legs around her rival and yanked at her beautiful golden hair like pulling on reins. Meg caught a glimpse of her dominant self in the mirror and she liked what she saw! Paris’ face wore a look of fear as Meg admired the sighet of her own sexy strong legs working like two pythons as they squeezed Paris breathless. Meg’s short skirt and half-buttoned silky blouse made quite a sight.

"Awwwww…get off me you old crone!" Paris hissed as she struggled to her feet, then collapsed onto the bed under Meg’s weight. Meg opened the leg scissors as Paris landed, rolled over and jumped o her feet. She fired a kick to the young blonde's ribs that made Paris gasp. Thankfully, Meg was barefooted!

KERWHUMP! Meg dropped down hard. Fortunately for Paris, she had moved so that Meg landed more on her side than squarely on her back but once again Meg's legs became weapons as she scissored her again, this time at Paris’ waist.

"Bitch!”
“Whore!”
“Cunt!”
“Slut!”
“Brat!"

Choice insults were hurled as the blondes tore into each other's hair, clawed faces and shredded clothes. Paris tried hard to ignore the increasing pressure on her middle as she concentrated on ripping Meg's blouse open, scattering buttons until her sheer bra was within reach of her angry, flashing fingers.

"The old bat's got fire," Paris had to admit to herself as she felt the front of her dress ripped wide open by the "old lady."

"Gonna rip that bra right off," Meg snarled. “Then it’s gonna be ‘party time’ with those little playthings!”

Paris got her second wind and dug her nails into Meg's thighs, making her scream as fiery pain shot through her lower half all the way down to her toes. Meg grabbed Paris’ finger and bent it back, but by then she’d lost the strength in her legs. "Yeowwwwww!" she screamed as she broke free and grabbed Meg’s wrist with both hands. Paris jerked Meg off balance and her finger and joint felt instant relief.

Paris wound up and fired a punch into Meg's face with her free hand, pulled her trapped hand free and slid off the bed onto the floor. Meg groaned as her head snapped sideways, but she fired a kick that caught Paris right between the legs. Paris gasped, dropping her hands to her crotch as she staggered back and bounded off the wall.

"Stupid party girl. Take THIS!" Meg snapped as she bounced off the bed, landing on her feet and fired stinging SLAP-SLAP to her rival's face. Paris desperately tried to backpedal but Meg’s final SLAP was enough to spin Paris halfway around, leaving her with her back to Meg who grabbed the back of the neck of the dress and ripped it down the back, pulling both halves off Paris’ reeling body.

"Cute. Really cute. Kind of sexy too," Meg sneered as she took in the beautiful young blonde's tight body; ogling every delicious inch…garters….hot panties...sheer pantyhose. Ripped, yeah; but that only added to Paris’ sexiness! "I want another ride!" Meg demanded as she hopped onto her esteemed mount's back and wrapped her arms around her neck, her legs scissoring Paris’ tiny waist. She began to talk filthy, barnyard talk as she slammed her heels down in front of Paris’ hips and pounded her heels into her vulnerable crotch! "Yeeee-hawww! Let's go horsy," Meg laughed as she dropped one hand to spank her lovely "mount" on her gorgeously tight derriere. But instead of lurching obediently forward, Paris rammed backward, slamming Meg against the wall.

"Arrgggggh! Aieeeeeee!" Meg gasped as her back was smashed hard into the doorknob of a big closet. Her grip loosened and she screamed as Paris slammed her elbow back hard into Meg’s left breast. The older blonde slid slowly down Paris’ back and dropped to one knee holding her chest.

Paris swung around with a snarl and grabbed two handfuls of Meg’s hair. "Get up and let's see who rides who!" she snipped as she jerked Meg over to the bed. The young blonde felt a bit dizzy and quite winded and as her mind flashed back to her earlier bouts, she sighed happily as she realized how well she was doing - considering the odds, the beautiful odds! Paris swung Meg around and threw her onto the bed on her butt, her gorgeous legs flying out and up. Seeing the lovely sight gave Paris an invigorating second wind for reasons she couldn't actually explain.

"Yeiaahhhh!" Paris screamed a savage attack cry as she lunged at Meg whose dastardly, but oh-so-cute smile vanished as the flashing foot she intended for some nastiness was grabbed out of midair by Paris’ faster-than-lightning hands.

Meg let out a panicked shriek as her leg was twisted and her foot raised high. Paris enjoyed the view as she moved closer, grabbed Meg’s other foot and raised it as well, forcing Meg’s legs into a most uncomfortable and vulnerable "V" that had nothing to do with victory. Paris giggled as she spread Meg’s luscious legs her full arm’s width apart and held them there as she relished Meg's whimpering…whimpering that instantly turned to groaning whne Paris raised her knee and pressed it down on a choice, very vulnerable target.

"Owwwwwwww. Uhhhhhhhhh. Pleaseeeeee," Meg moaned as Paris squeezed her beautiful feet in her hands, her thumbs stabbing into the sensitive sole of each foot. A bit of toe twisting and a comical attempt to recite the little children's ditty about ‘little piggies going to market’ brought giggles from Paris and anguish from Meg as she tried to free her little "piggies" from their painful experience.

"Aieeeeee. Argggggggh. Stopppp. Ha-ha. Heeeeeeee-Heeeeee, Oh gawwwwwd stop, pleaseeeee, heeeee-heeeee." When one is vulnerable, which is worse being pinched or tickled? If only Meg could speak, but she was too busy squirming, struggling, wiggling, giggling and writhing trying to escape the young blonde's determined torture to reveal the answer.

"Noooooooo! Yeooowwww..." Suddenly Meg was once again in painful dire straits as Paris flashed her beautiful pearly whites and began to munch on a perfectly manicured big toe. Paris shifted position in a flash and wrapped her own legs around Meg's upward thrust beauties, executing a perfect leg scissors which limited Meg's reactions to pain-filled squeals to feelings of warm eroticism as Paris switched from biting to pinching, twisting, then kissing, sucking and running her warm hands slowly up and down Meg's calves as she cleaned those firm but tender sensitive thighs with an occasional exploration of her more northern territory.

"You bitch! You mean, cruel, spoiled, nasty, horny bitch!" Meg gasped, her voice changing tone and pitch with every change of venue her captor explored.

"Such nice, pretty legs. Beautiful, lovely, pretty, but not gorgeous. Wanna see gorgeous? If you're the princess, I'm the Queen, understand sweetie?"

"GrrrrrrrrRRRR." (whoosh) THUD! Paris yelped as Meg’s fist blazed upward! Her long blonde hair flew to the side and the hotel heiress saw a hundred blazing stars. Alas, Meg's growl hadn’t provided nearly enough warning but a lesson may have been learned in that moment - "Never compare your own womanly assets to another unless you're prepared for some nasty feedback."

"I'm gonna kill you, you little tramp!" Meg hissed as she sat up, lunged, grabbed Paris by the throat and took her down and straddled her, all in one smooth fast move that left the redheaded hotel manager to do a double take.

"Damn! This is great. These cameras are great…HELL! The whole PLACE is great. Oh my! Go blondie; go to town. I just realized…older blondes really DO have more fun," the redheaded manager mused as Meg fired a torrent of stinging SLAPs to her young rival's face, grabbed her hair and smushed her face in the pillow.

"Move the pillow you dope! It hurts more if you do it on one of our extra firm Queen size beds," the redhead sighed, forgetting Meg couldn't hear her advice. But Meg didn't need advice. Paris was growing dizzy from the constant abuse and Meg’s legs - squeezing her ribs with as much pressure as the older woman could muster - was making it impossible to catch her breath.

"Aiiiiiiie. Oucccch. Uhhhhhhhh. Stop…pleaseeeee," Paris groaned in stunned anquish, feeling more frustrated and embarrassed than hurt.

"Oh shut your mouth, bitch!" Meg hissed as she clamped a hand over Paris’ gaping mouth. Paris grunted as her left breast felt painful unwanted attention from Meg's free hand as she grabbed and squeezed the firm mound hard. Meg smiled as she snagged the strap with her finger and worked it down over Paris’ shoulder. A bit of dexterity and the thick, stiff, aroused nipple made an appearance which was greeted with a painful twisting pinch.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh." (zzmmmpppft) "Whooaaaaa." THUD! "Unnnhhhhh…"

Embarrassment is one thing, frustration another; being on the receiving end of down and dirty catfighting tactics is quite another entirely! Paris summoned her strength, tightened her abs and slid her feet into position. She planted her feet on the lovely silk bedspread. The manager heard the quick, almost inaudible funny sound of impending disaster, then Meg screamed as she flew off Paris and smacked down on the bedside nightstand. With instinct born of desperation, Meg grabbed for the lamp, pulling it down onto the floor beside her.

"OK, Miss Ryan, you'll pay for that lamp…and we both know how," the redheaded manager said with a smile broadening on her lovely face. She licked her lips, realizing from long experience the action was about to get a lot hotter. "Now, about those GORGEOUS legs, you feisty old broad?"

“Get your hot little ass up, Meg," Paris hissed as she bounced off the bed, grabbed a handful of the older blonde’s hair and as she pulled her head up, gave her a forearm smash across the chest that pancaked both of Meg’s heaving breasts. Another hard yank on that blonde mane followed by a knee to the groin dropped Meg back down on her knees gasping. "Perfect position hon…well, almost perfect!" Paris rasped, her voice full of anticipation as she jerked Meg's head up, pulled it forward and pressed it into her thigh.

"Go down. Use those pretty, pouty lips!" Paris’ said it as a demand, not a question, and the painful pressure on the back of Meg's head got her point across. Meg’s lips followed the order as she began kissing downward, inch by luscious inch from the beautiful thigh moving south down the tautly muscled leg all the way to the top of her foot. Paris sighed as she slowly combed her fingers through Meg's disheveled hair, giving it a yank and a command to change direction. "Ummmmmmm! Oooooooh. Now let’s move UP! Uhhhhhhmmm. Yes, that’s it…up…UP! OK, stop right there."

"You wouldn't….NO! STOP…stop pulling…NOOooooohhhh…mmmpppfffff..." Meg's muffled protest was followed by a low moan and a deep sigh from Paris as she arched her back and threw her head back as she relished the feeling of power and unbridled satisfaction as the soft, pretty face between her thighs found her silk covered treasure. Paris reached down and tugged hard at her waistband, working it down just far enough.

"You do know what to do now…don't you?" she asked, pointedly thrusting her hips forward. Meg’s sigh signaled there was more than a little clue. The sweet action that followed left Paris gasping with pleasure as her orders were, if not willingly, at least fully obeyed.

"Ummmmmmmmm. Stop. Now. Move over left…MY left dammit, YOUR right!" Paris felt the room slowly slow in it's spinning and she licked her lips. The warm flush covering her gorgeous face and beautiful body seemed to be in limbo as she realized that yes, she’d ordered her catfight conquest to stop, then start another trip down pleasure lane. "That's it. Ummmmmmmm. Your lips are talented. Ooooooooh. Lower, lower. Now kiss. Yes. Kiss. Ummmmmmm," Paris heard herself panting hard as Meg's lips ended their slow descent back at her feet. The older blonde gently lifted Paris’ foot and began to massage it as her lips engulfed several lovely toes; suckling them like an eager, hungry baby. Paris groaned softly as she felt warm down under as Meg’s strong, talented fingers begin to massage her calves, moving up to her tight thigh muscles.

"Ooooooooooo. You are good. Amazingly good for such an old broad. Eeeeiyahhhhhh! What the h… Awwwwwwckkk!" Paris jaw dropped as her beautiful eyes widened, filling with tears as fiery pain shot through her leg when Meg's sharp nails and teeth bit into the tender firm flesh.

"Yeowwwww. That's gotta hurt! Nice move Meg, but very naughty," the redhaired manager said with a wince as she imagined the pain Paris was feeling. "My, my dear Meg. You are so nasty. I can’t wait until you’re even nastier - for ME. Gonna call you now. You're in for a real treat." Fast fingers dialed the number. Meg looked up and fired a quick solid punch to her dazed groaning rival's stomach as she heard the phone begin to ring. After two rings, the voice mail kicked in. "Mmmmmmmmm Your special dessert is being prepared and you may come pick it up anytime, Meg dear." The words blasted loudly and Meg smiled in anticipation, though annoyed she’d left the speaker turned on.

"Wanna see my luscious dessert, Pari? It’s a VERY sweet and luscious special order," Meg chirped as she stood over Paris who sat with her back against the bed rubbing her wounded thigh and her throbbing belly. She winced as she watched Meg walk over and turned on the closed circuit TV. Paris noted Meg's expression of eager anticipation as she stared intently at the screen. Paris edged closer on her knees, careful not to anger Meg further. She swallowed hard as the screen flickered to life with the picture of a gorgeous busty brunette. She was in the pool and her strokes cut through the water like a knife through butter. She swam better than a fish - and was a heck of a lot more sexy.

"Paris, let's finish our little argument, OK? I need to go down to the pool for some real sweetness. You're a bit too sour for my taste…well, you’re not sweet enough anyway," Meg chuckled. She made a fist and stepped toward Paris who rose and prepared to face her with her fists clenched.

Just then, they were both startled by the loud, insistent knocking at the door. "Order room service blondie?" Paris quipped as Meg turned and headed for the door looking a bit surprised.

"Yes, can I help you?” Meg said as she opened the door. “HEY..wha the hel…unnnhhhhhhh! Awwwwck." Meg's lovely body was blasted backward several feet and Paris instinctively caught her as she fell. The young blonde was surprised but delighted as she treated herself to some revenge by ripping apart Meg's clothing.

"That's it you little brat, strip her! Thanks for your help, but Meg and I have some business. She thinks that brunette is her dessert, but actually Meg is MY dessert,” the beautiful redheaded newcomer purred. “I just love blondes, don't you, Paris? And I think you better get outta here before I decide to snack on you too!" The beautiful redhead flashed an icy stare at Paris that sent chills through her. Meg let out a few weak screams as the tall, strong redhead slapped her, then stripped her naked, threw her onto the bed and leaped on her.

"Better get your ass outta here!" the redhead snarled over her shoulder at Paris who watched open-mouthed. Then she turned back to Meg, her beautiful lips curled as her long strong fingers dug into her dessert with a vengeance. She kicked off her heels and her skirt rode high as she wrapped her long beautiful, perfectly muscled legs around Meg's waist. The beautiful perky blonde fought like crazy but she had no chance!

"Hmmmmmmmmm. Gotta go," Paris muttered to herself feeling a bit cheated that she couldn't finish what she started and enjoy the spoils of battle. She glanced back at the TV and the beautiful brunette swimmer. "Dessert, huh? I've wanted a piece of that sweetness for a long time. But I'm soooooo tired. But maybe if I play it right. Yeah, good things come to those who wait…”

Paris discretely pulled the door shut as she left Meg’s suite just as the elevator dinged, “Hold that elevator!"

"What’re you lookin' at?" Paris snapped as she stepped in and saw the man's eyes checking out her luscious body. His pretty brunette companion yanked his sleeve, warning her guy to keep his eyes off, “that lovely blonde body” although the woman seemed to have a bit of trouble herself trying to not stare at Paris who gave her an angry glare.

‘I'm sooooooo tired,’ Paris thought as the lost energy from all the fighting hit her like a blast of cold air. ’Consider yourself lucky hon!’ Paris told herself as she thought about how much fun she’d have taking down this brunette right there in the elevator in front of her man. Her thighs quivered at the thought of wrapping them once around a squirming, desperate prey.

Ding! Ding! The elevator stopped and as the door slid open, the brunette gave her guy a push out the door, then spun around and hissed at Paris, "If you ever look at my man again like that I'll scratch your eyes out, pull your lovely blonde hair out by the roots AND reduce those boobs to crushed grapes; you got that…Miss Rich Bitch?"

Paris felt rage flow through her veins instantly and she reached out, but the elevator doors closed before she could act on her intentions. A nasty little giggle was heard. "Oh, to hell with it," she muttered, wiping her brow and brushing her tangled hair aside. Her leg muscles flexed as she thought of the luscious brunette who was soon to be her dessert. "But can I take her? I'm soooooo tired," Paris thought wishing for one of the huge lush beds always available at the Catfight Resort. Paris stepped through the doors that opened yet two floors down. The darkened hallway seemed to close in on her and bid her to sleep. She opened the heavy doors. "Beautiful; simply beautiful." The loveliness of the place seemed to revive the blonde.

"Excuse me, Miss Paris, do you like? Your prize for the day awaits. You deserve a little dessert." The petite lovely Asian girl smiled as she stared up into her blonde guest's eyes. As promised the Hotel Staff delivered what it promised. Paris smiled as she watched the lovely woman run her hands over her own peach sized breasts and erotically remove her bikini top. "You wish to have? Make great weapon."

"Oh no thanks. I have two adequate weapons," Paris replied as she rubbed her thighs and upper legs although she couldn't help but stare at the Asian’s beautiful breasts and fully erect dark nipples just inches from her.

"You get her. You get her good. Make good fight. Woman very sweet. Very, very sweet." Paris nodded, licked her lips wanting to taste and see. Somethings just must be verified. "Be very careful. She very very strong. Snap your long lovely body like toothpick."

"Thank you. I will be fine. Go!" Paris smiled and reached down giving the departing woman's firm sexy derriere a firm squeeze. A soft giggle at the gesture. Paris turned. Dessert awaited!
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"Unnnnhhhh." Paris grunted as she pushed the heavy door open and caught a whiff of steam and chlorine. Her eyes sought out the feast that was to come. Cutting through the cool blue inviting water like a knife was the most luscious body Paris had seen. A glimpse of the luscious firm derriere in a sexy bikini bottom, perfectly muscled long legs, and a wonderful "treasure chest" as well. All assets were displayed quickly, briefly, frequently as the brunette sliced through the water at a fast pace. Paris stood silent, still, spellbound. She noticed the dimmed lights and looked around the small lush pool at the thick, lush, tropical plants; the jaccuzzi in the corner opposite the pool. The splashes got softer; the brunette was slowing…better view too.

"Gossssssh I'm tired. This has been a very trying day. A very good day. But a very trying, tirrrrinnnng day." Such were the thoughts milling around in the swimmer’s brunette mind as her American crawl began to crawl. Her arms and legs heavy in the warm water; her thoughts drifting to the three hot and heavy fights she’d with three well-qualified opponents. A boxing match followed by one wrestling match and finally a catfight. “Oh that catfight! It was the worst…and the hardest; most tiring…but also the most fun.” Especially when she slapped her rival silly, then slowly stripped her. And of course she got some ‘sweet dessert’! All three celebs she fought would remain a secret another amenity of the Catfight Resort. "Soooo tired. My muscles ache from the fights. My wounds. The water feels soooooo good. Better finish up before I'm too tired, too relaxed to get up to that wonderful room. Uhhhhhhhhhhh."

(splash) Barely a sound…the splash almost silent. Way to quiet and small for a tired warrior to notice. Paris smiled wickedly as she slipped down into the corner of the pool. The dimmed lights aided in her plans.

"Oooooooooh, what a swim. Ahhhhhhhh…AWWWWWCCCK! What the hell…uhhhhhngggh."

(SPLASH! Splash! Splash!)

"Hello Mz Bell, welcome to blonde hell!" Paris laughed.

Thunk! "Uhhhhhhhh." Cat Bell saw stars a split second before she groaned and gulped water. The hard blow to her stomach, the push down under and the echo like laughter overwhelmed the beautiful, totally surprised brunette.

‘Thanks for switching to the backstroke,’ Paris thought. ‘Sure as hell makes things easier for me!’

The tall blonde had watched her unsuspecting prey glide through the water, straight into her raised double fists. Paris had held her breath, not wanting to alert her adversary to her impending doom as she laced her long fingers together, then waited in silence to strike. The dim light combined with Cat’s switch from American Crawl to the more relaxing Backstroke; plus her totally relaxed body, closed eyes and her position on her back laid out on the water like a fluffy full-bodied pillow as she glided to Paris without a care in the world made it all too, too easy!

"Awwwwwccck!" (hack, cough) Pandemonium, frustration, pain! The busty brunette lashed out blindly at Paris who ducked and backhanded the stunned brunette - hard. THWAP!

‘Gotta finish this!’ Paris thought. ‘Strike hard and fast. I caught her by surprise.’ Thoughts of victory filled the wiry blonde's head as she aimed a punch at the full round orb about to jump right out of Cat’s skimpy leopard print bikini top. “God this is fun,” Paris cackled as Cat stutter-stepped backward in the just-above waist deep water grimacing in pain as she raised a hand to her wounded breast.

"You stupid blonde cunt! Take THIS!" Cat gasped. "Unnnhhhhhhh! Awwwwwcck! Uhmppppffhh! Aieeeee…"

"Nice try. Your punch hurt soooooo bad," the tall blonde chirped as the gorgeous older brunette's fist barely grazed her turning head. Paris shot her leg out, hooked it around Cat's, gave an amazingly hard push. Add a slick pool bottom, and one bonked head as the brunette went down and hit the side of the pool. End result: Bad odds for the obvious best choice for combat.

"Ooooohhh, gulping more water again?" the raspy voice asked as long arms flashed out, fingers pushed down on the drenched dark hair. A bit of relief, then a nasty pull forward. Paris moved toward some steps; grabbing a handy piece of pretty but timely quite functional side railing she latched onto it; two long legs moved upwards, spread apart.

"Unnnnnhhhhhh," Cat groaned as she instantly felt trapped.

Paris’ tanned, long, sexy ‘pythons’ soon crushed her weight as Paris leaned back, sitting on an underwater step; hands upward, positioned perfectly for best leverage. As she tightened every luscious inch of her legs, she felt the busty brunette shudder as she gasped, coughed, and squirmed.

"Uhhhhmph. Let go you psycho little blonde bitch," Cat grunted just before her weakening arms slipped underwater. She clawed at Paris’ legs. Was she really that weak? She breathed heavily, her magnificent chest heaving.

‘Bulging boobs. Older woman. Squirming. Controlled by Me!’ Paris thought. Some things are hard to resist. She squeezed harder, moved one hand off the railing, down; groping, fondling...

"Nooooo. Ouch. Stop it, NO…OW!" Not a loud, demanding request; more of a totally uncharacteristic plea as Paris’ long, groping fingers slipped inside the bikini top and gave the bulbous bounty a good hard, painful, slow squeeze. Then she dug in her freshly sharpened nails, found Cat’s hard nipple and…unpleasant at that!

"OH fuck you; you little brat!" Another long hard squeeze times two and a salty verbal barrage in return.

"Never taken down a military officer before," Paris cackled in obvious reference to the acting role that made Cat Bell a most recognizable babe. "Wanna, whaddaya call it? At ease? Fall back? Huh?"

"You dumb aaa-unnhhhhhh." (Splash. Bubble. Bubble) A quick shift of that lovely tall blonde beauty's body, a hard push downwards and the brunette was playing the role of reluctant navy seal. Still trapped between those long legs, her arms and hands flailing frantically the older brunette struggled desperately. Sucking air was at hand.

"Gosh do you look hot, or what!" Paris snickered as Cat came up sputtering. One beautiful breast fully on display; the other almost completely exposed. Paris drove her fist square into the naked breast; her knuckles slamming the sensitive areola; her knuckles dead-on the stiff, dark, nipple.

"Aieeeee! Uhhhhhmpfffh..." Another excellent move of the leggy trap. Down under went Cat again; a mouthful of water proving that groaning and underwater "scuba" do not mix. This time when Cat surfaced she was totally without her top. Paris just laughed - and squeezed her legs even tighter!

"Gonna kilumphfh umphhyouummmph..."

"Speak up. Speak clearly. Enunciminate!" Paris guffawed. Noted and snickered at by the lovely captive who quickly realized making your superior irritated is NOT a wise move. "Don't laugh at me lady!" Paris sniffed indignantly. "Lemme see, maybe I can use THIS! Would you like me to try?"

Paris quickly and efficiently wrapped the torn top around her captive's throat. A bit more tension flowed to her legs. The room began to spin and that lovely irritating skinny blonde's face began to blur.

"Upsey-daisy! Wouldn't want ya ta drown Miss Big Boobs. C’mon, suck in that gut; stick that chest - I mean those big boobs," Paris snickered, moving fast, as she pulled and grunted, straining to heave Cat’s limp body up onto the pool deck where her topless, breathless rival looked rather beautiful on dry land as Paris gently arranged her luscious body.

A fist was made; a punch thrown! Too weak; too late. A punch returned. POW! Cat's eyelids fluttered and darkness overcame her.

"Oh my, what next? I wonder. Hmmmm, think I'll go interrupt the party. I betcha I can even take down that hot, muscle-bound, redhead! She’d definitely be fun. Then back to the real fun; my favorite sweet treat, good ol' Meggie Ryan!"