Disembarking from the plane with the other passengers, Ali readjusted her dark sunglasses as she walked down the exit ramp leading into the airport terminal. Ali's high heels clicked along the floor as she made her way through the throng of people in the airport. Her bare legs occasionally jutted out from her long black leather coat as she felt her thigh muscles tighten and bulge with each step taken, quickening her pace a little as she felt the leather brush against her skin. Ali was barely containing her excitement at being back and eagerness to find a hotel to lay in the sun in a tight, skimpy bikini, and be noticed by every male guest who recognized her. She was lost in these thoughts when she rounded a corner and quite by accident spotted Heather Graham at the other end of the corridor. Heather had just disembarked from another plane to return home. Establishing eye contact, they shared a look of contempt and dislike before going their separate ways again, pretending not to notice each other.

Heather was a longtime rival of hers, and Ali imagined the war of words they exchanged in magazine interviews would be resuming now that both their movies were being released at the same time. "The Guru" had finished production last year in New York and had just come out in theaters on exactly the same day as "Final Destination 2," which would prove to be a bone to pick for both actresses as the two movies would be competing for the higher royalties. Ali found it ironic that she and Heather would bump into each other by accident as she was on a search for a bar where she could sit down, take a load off and get a drink before taking a cab back to the city. They hadn't been close enough to exchange words in person, but if they had been a confrontation might be unavoidable since both actresses made no mistake stating how much they disliked each other in interviews. As her legs flexed with each step, Ali snickered silently to herself, trying to imagine what kind of effect a nice tight scissor lock around Heather's neck would have.

Eventually a bar came into her line of vision from across the terminal as Ali noticed some people milling around outside. As fate would have it, when Ali made her way through the crowd to the entrance, looking forward for a chance to sit down, she spotted Heather a second time who was coming down the hall from the other direction, separated again by a distance where they couldn't verbalize their mutual dislike. It was just as well, because Ali couldn't stand the mere sight of Heather, much less be within five feet of her without wanting to tear her hair out of its follicles. Quickening her pace a bit as Heather noticed her, Ali entered the bar, eyes narrowed, as she briefly looked her rival up and down in her tight black minidress in which she was dressed. Heather had seen the look on Ali's face, and suddenly found herself checking the pocket of her own coat to make sure she still had the business card in there, as if struck with a sudden thought.

Heather entered the bar, ignoring the other patrons as her eyes searched the length of the tavern for Ali until she saw her sitting at a table on the bar's far end, removing her leather coat to drape it across the sofa, revealing a black miniskirt and matching silk, button down, semi-see through shirt in the process. The effect Ali's clothes presented was mysterious and sexy. Feeling annoyed by this for some reason, the woman resolved to use her own appearance to intimidate Ali, perhaps showing as much skin as she could to that purpose as she made it obvious she was approaching Ali to confront her and present her proposition. When Ali heard the sound of approaching heels, she looked up to see Heather heading towards her. Her eyes narrowed as Heather stopped short of her, opening the front of her jacket to show her cleavage and legs under her minidress.

Narrowing her eyes to slits in turn, she offered greetings in a condescending voice, "Is this seat taken?"

Heather's eyes flashed as their war of words was obviously still fresh in her mind as well, "Actually, I was kinda hoping it's not, because I've been hoping for an opportunity to settle our differences…one way or the other."

If Heather's bravado had any effect on Ali, it didn't show.

"Same old Heather, flattering herself as always," Ali answered, her voice remaining even as she felt the antagonism from her older rival, waiting to hear her out for the time being.

From the long-standing rivalry between them, she knew somehow that Heather had fighting on her mind, which she in fact wouldn't mind if the opportunity arose. But then again, there was something else in those arrogant eyes that Heather was not telling her about just yet. It should have made her wary, but instead it aroused her interest for some reason. Picking up on the vibes that Heather was trying to outdo her by flaunting her ensemble, Ali lifted her hand, casually flipping a lock of her hair over one shoulder, arching her back to show Heather the seductive number she wore a little more clearly, making sure to show Heather her muscular legs by folding one over the other as she spoke. "Still have a high opinion of yourself, don't ya?," she went on, and showing an unexpected interest in what she'd said, she added, "Take a seat..."

Initially, Heather was slightly taken aback by Ali's agreeability to listening to what she had in mind. But she remembered her reputation depended on how she would react outwardly, so she obliged Ali, sitting down at a close distance between them, their mini clad legs almost touching as their eyes met across the table. For the time being she didn't say what she was thinking openly, just shrouded it in the rivalry they'd shared in the press. Her voice just barely above a whisper, she said, "Frankly, Ali, I don't like you, and for a long time I've been hoping for a chance to show you up in public. I think we have been rivals for a long time, and it's time to settle matters. After all, I've been making movies for longer than you, and to be honest with you again, I'm sure 'The Guru' will do better than your crappy sequel."

After a long pause in which she considered what Heather was saying, Ali laughed about what her rival had just said about outdoing her in the movies.

"If you think showing your tits is showing me up," Ali retorted dropping her voice. “You've still got a lot to learn." Still smiling, she opted to play Heather's game some more. "Trying to follow Reese Witherspoon's footsteps after she made 'Sweet Home Alabama', eh? Don't even bother; she has more talent than you ever will, honey." Ali smirked with satisfaction seeing Heather bristle at the remark, an expression crossing her face as if she'd like to tear into Ali right then and there in front of everyone. Deciding to press the matter further, sensing Heather couldn't attack her in a public place as it wouldn't look good for her reputation, Ali continued staring into Heather's eyes as she spoke. "Since you and I are being so 'honest,' Heather, I don't like you either. And the only reason I am listening to you now is because I'd welcome any opportunity to prove which of us is the better woman. Besides," she added, assuming Heather meant something physical, "I heard you weren't so cocky after Heather Donahue 'showed you up' at Hollywood Hellcats."

Heather bristled again even more than previously; she knew what Ali meant but playing dumb and insulting Ali's intelligence she elected to feign ignorance for the moment as she offered a reply, "And just what do you mean by that, Miss Would-be Yours Truly?"

Fighting the urge to laugh in Heather's face, Ali pushed on. "Yeah, I heard of your little match with Donahue over who'd get a spot with Charlize Theron. I always said that mouth of yours was going to get you in trouble someday."

"I could've taken her easily enough," Heather assured her, dropping all pretenses under cover of the low tones she and Ali had spoken in. “If she hadn't cheated and stuck her tits in my face. But let's say I wanted to work some of that off on you?"

"Then I'd probably put you through something similar to what she did," Ali offered a little mischievously. "I also hear she still has your bikini as a trophy and that Rose McGowan would've been willing to take some, uh, womanly hairs from you as well. From what I heard, of course."

"I wouldn't know about that," Heather retorted about that last, inching closer still to Ali, "but I'd love to fight YOU, anytime you want. I'd wrap my legs around your head, squeeze that smile off your face and make you beg me to stop!."

"You wouldn't be able to get your legs around me for a second," Ali assured her calmly, eyeing Heather's skirt clad legs and moving up past her chest to her face. “Because I'd twist 'em around like a wishbone until you screamed for mercy."

"Maybe you'll get your chance sooner than you think," Heather snapped. “If you wanna meet tomorrow we’ll see which of us can kick ass!"

She pulled a business card from her pocket, laying it on the bar in front of her and glaring into Ali's eyes. Picking it up, Ali studied the name of the resort and its address for a few moments. Looking up, she was about to say she accepted and looked forward to it when she saw Heather was getting up to leave before she had a chance to say anything. No matter, Ali thought to herself, if the bitch wanted a fight at a classy resort, she’d have one.

When she woke up the next day, Ali was quite eager to meet Heather at the address she'd given her last night and settle their differences. After making coffee and something to eat, It didn't take her very long to pick something to wear to make her entrance and turn the tables on her rival. Ali knew Heather would be trying to outdo her, as she had tried when they ran into each other at the airport bar the previous night. Again, her clothes were all black: a tight-fitting miniskirt that was short enough to reveal a great deal of leg, a halter top that was cut off to show off her belly as well as her arms, and high heels to give the rest of her ensemble a kind of classy look. Then Ali fished through her swimsuit collection inside the top drawer until she found a skimpy two-piece bikini that matched the rest of her clothes. After considering it for a couple of minutes, Ali finally decided she would slip it on before donning her miniskirt and tank top.

But first she had to shower and get some rest if she would be in top form for a confrontation. Slowly, but deliberately, with a great deal of concentration on the day's possibilities, she removed her silk robe and placed it in the laundry, retrieving a towel from the closet door. Heading into the bathroom, she reached into the stall and turned on the shower, holding her hand under the running water to find a comfortable temperature. Upon finding it, she discarded the towel and stepped in, feeling charged almost instantly as she already felt the last of the jet lag that she had purged from her body being washed from her by the hot water. By the time she stepped out, she felt she would thrash Heather like she'd never been thrashed before as she moved back into her room to don the clothes she'd decided to wear. Checking herself out in the mirror after she dressed, she smiled at seeing how good the tight material looked on her.

Ali took a limousine from her apartment, promising to tip the driver a little extra if he could transport her to the Southern California resort the quickest way possible. She said naught a word as she stared out the passenger window, feeling her excitement rise as she anticipated the fight with Heather. She gathered from yesterday's meeting that Heather had a real hard-on for "showing her up" and she wouldn't pass up an opportunity to do just that, so she'd have to be on the ball and ready for anything Heather had in mind for when they met. Knowing Heather, something was telling her the spectators would have more excitement than they'd know what to do with to look forward to when they met, and Ali was sure there would be many people who would appreciate watching them go at it.

By the time the cab had arrived at to the luxurious resort hotel, Ali was impressed much more than she expected to be. To say the least, the view of the monstrously spacious building was breathtaking, which added to her mounting excitement as she gazed out at the scenery to her left, of the hotel and the beach beyond. As much as she disliked Graham, the bimbo knew how to pick them, Ali gave her that much. As the cab made its way among the twists and turns to the main reception office where it stopped, part of her was hoping she could get some rest before her confrontation with Heather, but another side of her; her wilder side; was arguing that she'd been hoping for something like this to happen sooner or later, so if her path was to cross with Heather sooner, let it be as soon as possible. As she opened the cab's passenger door, tipping the driver, she decided to seek Heather out promptly after checking in. As it turned out, that wouldn't be necessary.

As Ali was told upon being recognized by the receptionist and showed up to the second floor, Heather was waiting for her by the door to the room where Ali was instructed to go. Heather was wearing a long, flowing robe that almost covered her entire body. Visibly brightening as Ali came down the hall, she exclaimed haughtily, "You know something? I had almost thought you would've chickened by now!" in mock disappointment that it was not to be.

"Oh, sure," Ali answered dryly. "You were hinting how much you wanted to do this just yesterday. I think you knew as well as I that I'd be here, and you seem ready to jump at the chance. After all, that's why you made the challenge, am I right?"

"You're lucky you did show, or I may have assumed you were too pussy," Heather answered Ali matter-of-factly, still not wanting to confirm Ali's words, but speaking with a wicked gleam in her eyes that had Ali wondering what she meant.

Whatever.

"Well," Ali answered, making her eagerness plain, "since we're both here, I think we both know we're agreeable to this. I suppose it was obvious since we always had some choice words to say. But don't make assumptions so early." Edging closer to her rival, Ali intoned, "If you're looking that much forward to kicking my ass, what did you have in mind? You want to et this underway, or are we just gonna stand here glaring at each other, in which case you'd bore me to death?"

As if to show her, Heather motioned for Ali to follow, opening the door and leading her through the room until they arrived at what Ali saw as a spacious balcony that the sun shone down on. Heather suppressed an urge to turn around and attack Ali as they walked through the spacious room, but at the same time she found her own excitement rising at the prospect of fighting Ali in the public setting, especially with the small handful of people who would be watching everything from the ground. By now Ali anticipation had reached a fever pitch, but when her rival led her out into the balcony, what she saw would still be a major surprise to her. She stepped out and did a double take as Heather stepped aside.

The first thing that struck Ali was the sizable crowd watching them from below, eager for Ali and Heather to have it out. They were gathered on the lawn outside the window, given a clear view of what would be the scene of battle in a few moments. They seemed divided over which of them they wanted to win the fight, but all were excited by the prospect of watching them. The second thing that struck her was the sizable mat placed directly in the center of the wide balcony with the surrounding tables, chairs and plants moved out of the way. In the center of it lay an equally sizable kiddy pool. As Ali kept a close eye on Heather, she padded over to the pool's edge, peering inside to see what it was filled with.

Seeing what was inside, she looked up at Heather. "Hot oil wrestling?" Ali asked incredulously, as if she hadn't exactly considered the possibility of fighting her in front of an audience, covered from head to toe in hot oil.

"The oil was my idea," Heather admitted with smug matter-of-factness. The gleam in Heather's eyes was unmistakable as she looked Ali up and down. She must have thought Ali might back out, averse to the idea of fighting in it.

Despite being taken aback by the unexpected turn of events, Ali was nonetheless determined to make it plain she'd not be intimidated. "Was it, now?" she replied sarcastically. "Really, doll, I don't see why it's necessary to involve oil if we're going to get almost naked and throw each other around. But, if that's how you want it," she conceded, "I suppose that I could be accommodating, just for you." As she finished speaking, Ali narrowed her eyes mockingly at Graham. "But first," she went on, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "you and I have to strip out of our clothes, right? I know I'm not about to damage this sexy little getup I took so much time picking out in no oil."

"Awwwwwww," Heather taunted, smirking derisively at Ali. "Worried about your precious clothes? 'Fraid they're gonna get damaged? Don't worry, you can take 'em off 'fore I kick your ass."

At the sound of Heather's arrogant confidence; she snapped back to the smirking woman across from her, and glared into Heather's eyes. "And what makes you think you'll kick my ass?"

"I didn't set all this up with the intention of losing in front of them," Heather explained, indicating the audience below. "And I don't care if we fight in oil, or Jell-O, or chocolate syrup; long as we fight and I win," she grinned. "We both wanted this for a long time, remember? Don't tell me you're gonna back out of this, just 'cause you're scared of a little oil."

Bending down at the waist to give Ali a view of her cleavage as the crowd below began to grow restless, edging them on to have it out, Heather dipped a finger in the oil, straightened back up and ran her finger lightly across her chest above her clothes. Heather moved as if again she expected her movements would intimidate Ali. They didn't. Keeping her annoyance firmly in check; she was aware that Heather was obviously still trying to crawl under her skin.

Ali glared, "Let's be clear. I'm not backing out! I'm not scared of the oil and I'm not scared of you. You're wasting your time if you think otherwise. So why don't you and I skip the bullshit and agree on how we're fighting?"

"We're having a catfight," Heather snapped, picking up on Ali's vibe and growing annoyed herself that she hadn't gotten to her, or thrown her off her game. "A catfight where anything goes. No rules except the last woman standing wins!"

"Anything goes, huh?" Ali conceded, briefly recalling the sexual innuendo Heather had added to their confrontation up to this point, and remembering that she would have to be ready for anything Heather decided to pull from her bag of tricks. But the crowd below was watching, and Ali had to make good on her showing and agree to Heather's terms immediately. "Let's do it," she said after a quick beat or two.

"Let's!" Heather answered enthusiastically, returning Ali's glare with a glare of her own upon noticing she failed to get to the woman now standing at the other side of the kiddy pool. "I'll try to go easy on you," she continued with her customary bravado. “But I can't make any promises!"

Ali watched for a moment as Heather started to remove her high heels and miniskirt, showing off her legs to the gathered audience first. Having removed her clothes, Heather moved back to the edge of the oil filled kiddy pool, clad in nothing but a skimpy red bikini. She glared with haughty, arrogant confidence at Ali; her nose was turned up as she waited for her to strip her own clothes, as if still wordlessly asking if she was nervous about doing so before her and the others who were watching. As if in response to her challenge, Ali returned Heather's stare, looking her right in the eyes as she kicked off her high heels, flicking them to the side with her bare feet, then took to removing her black ensemble, starting with her miniskirt as she showed off her legs to outdo Heather. Removing her top, she straightened and glared at Heather across the oil, her tight black bikini fitting her like a second skin. For a time they stood there, sizing up their semi-nude bodies.

Heather was likewise keeping her irritation in check that she was consistently failing to get to Ali, as she planned to in the hopes of getting her off her game so she would win this fight. For a few tense moments the two rivals just stood there and glowered at each other, then Heather broke the stalemate of intimidation she and Ali established between them.

"So what are you waiting for? Let's begin!" she challenged again as she stepped into the pool, taking care not to slip, indicating the oil as she said "Before I've kicked your ass all over this balcony, I'm gonna make sure you swallow a lot of this, babe!"

Ali's eyes hardened as she stepped into the pool to engage Heather. She stubbornly refused to allow this bimbo bitch to psych her out no matter what she said. "If you insist," she intoned, walking carefully so as not to lose her balance and fall.

"Perhaps YOU'LL swallow more of it than I will," Ali continued, advancing on Heather....

But her words were cut off as Heather lunged forward, her feet kicking up bits of oil as her chest collided hard into Ali's chest, wrapping her arms around Ali and lifting her from the bottom of the pool in a tight, rib and back crushing bearhug. As her words were abruptly choked off, Ali gasped and fought to regain breath at the unexpected strength of Heather's arms as the bearhug tightened around her midriff, wrists pressing remorselessly into the small of Ali's back as Heather's upper muscles and forearms constricted around her, pushing their way into her waist and forcing more air from her lungs. Heather's slightly larger breasts bulged against Ali's breasts in her efforts to squeeze the fight out of her early on, but in her eagerness she got too overconfident too soon, as she learned as Ali rammed her forehead hard into Heather's nose!

The forehead shot dazed Heather; her head snapped back violently and the bearhug loosened as Heather drew in a long huff of air through her nose. Ali raised her hands to Heather's face, but before she could follow up Heather clamped the bearhug around her waist again, tighter this time, trying harder to force the wind from Ali's lungs. The inertia of Heather pulling Ali into her caused Ali to convulsively slump against her chest, head lolling on her shoulder as the audience below shouted a series of encouraging suggestions to their respective favorites. Spurred by the shouts of encouragement that were directed at her, Ali placed her hands on Heather's shoulders, arching her body as far backward as it would go even as Heather squeezed her arms tighter. When she'd finally gained enough space between them, Ali pulled her hands away from the shoulders they pushed at and began raking her fingernails across Heather's face!

Heather screamed piercingly at the nails clawing her; again the bearhug around Ali's waist quivered and trembled as Ali's fingernails assaulted Heather's skin, tearing into her eyes and cheeks. Feeling the hold loosen, Ali dug her nails deeper into the yielding flesh of Heather's face, then reached around to coil an arm around Heather's neck, slipping it around the back of her head first and securing a reverse headlock, forcing Heather to bend at the waist and pulling her head into her side as her own feet were lowered back down to the pool's bottom. Making sure she got a firm enough purchase without slipping, Ali tightened the headlock and fell backward, ramming Heather's head down as she landed on her ass in the oil. Enjoying the cheers from those watching the fight, Ali deftly flipped, catching Heather's face with the backs of her hands. Sliding to one side, Ali caught an arm between her legs and pulled harshly backward. "How's that feel, bitch?" Ali taunted.

As Heather opened her mouth to gasp in protest she was rewarded with a mouthful of oil when she tried to suck in breath. Almost instantly on the heels of that came the pain of her neck being arched back with the backs of Ali's hands pressing harder into her nose and mouth. Heather barely heard the verbal taunting of her tormentor as Ali clamped the hold onto her tight, holding an arm in place with her thighs and pulling backward on her, sending more waves of pain traveling back and forth along her spine. On the heels of her taunt, Ali pulled back harder to suppress Heather's struggles to break loose from the painful hold, using her hands to cover Heather's mouth as she tried to verbalize her protest.

"Mmrrrrrffffffmmfffffff ffffffuuuuuucccc yyyyoooooooooo," Heather cried. "Leeeeeeeee gooooommmmmeeee mmrrrmmmmmffffffff...."

Ali pulled back on the hold harder still, stretching her legs around Heather's trapped arm to add to the discomfort she was putting Heather through while grinding the backs of her hands harder into Heather's face.

"You're talking too much, bitch," Ali snarled ferally as she worked to subdue Heather's squirming movements under her. "Maybe this should help you shut up," she continued, raking her nails along Heather's face once more while pulling her hands away. Flexing her thigh muscles around Heather's trapped arm, Ali reached around to the back of her head, grabbing Heather's hair and began grinding her face hard into the oil soaked bottom of the pool as the crowd below cheered. Ali gripped Heather's hair so hard her knuckles turned white, and persisted in grinding her face into the slippery substance.

"How's the oil, slut?"

"Mmmmmmmrrrrrrrrfffffffffff mmmmmmmmmffffffffffff!" Heather screamed incoherently, thrashing desperately to free her arm as Ali held her fast. Her words were muffled as her face was dragged and ground into the oil in the kiddy pool..

"It tastes GREAT? You want more? Well, I'm more than happy to oblige!" Ali shouted triumphantly, pushing harder until she grew bored with the actress' diminishing struggles. "C'mon, pussy, can't you do any better? They're all watching," she said mockingly as she regained her footing, referring to the audience below as she pulled Heather to her knees by the hair.

Ali began brutally kneeing and kicking her in the stomach as the dazed Heather writhed and thrashed madly to escape. The impact of skin on skin reverberated in the space between them each time a knee or a foot impacted Heather's gut. A few more impacts and Ali opted to switch tacks, stepping over and planting one leg on either side of Heather's kneeling body, holding her sides between her legs and pressing down, arching Heather's back and putting fierce pressure on her spine. Scooping a handful of oil, Ali rubbed it in her face.

"How's that, whore?" Ali taunted as Heather squirmed in protest.

Screeching in rage as she realized the audience was watching her get her ass kicked, Heather reared up on her knees to slip her arms under Ali's thighs. Balling her hands into her fists, she struggled to rise until somehow she forced herself up off her knees, pushing backward as she rose. Ali yelped in startled surprise, falling back first into the kiddy pool, causing another splash of oil as Heather fell on top of her, plowing her back into Ali's chest and stomach. Grunting thickly as the oxygen-starved Heather collided with her, Ali moved to wrap her legs around her waist, but Heather flipped over and slid upward, trying to grab hold of Ali's oil-matted hair while trapping her face between her heaving breasts. She was bearing down when a sudden gasp escaped her as she felt Ali's legs clamp down on her waist, locking together at the ankles and squeezing down hard, her inner thighs pressing relentlessly into both sides of her rib cage!

Throwing her head back and crying out in pain, Heather bunched up her breasts and pressed them into Ali's face despite the brutally tight scissor lock wrapped around her ribs, reveling in the muffled sounds emanating from her rival's throat as her bust molded itself around Ali's mouth and nose. Ali kicked the scissors tighter in protest, thighs bulging in definition as they pressed Heather's against sides, compressing Heather's waist as she raised her hands to heather's face, scratching and raking at her face as Heather cried out in pain and frustration at having the tables turned on her! As she pressed her breasts farther into Ali's face, the trapped woman's nails left her face, slid around to the back and began to rake her nails along Heather's bare back, leaving fresh red scratch marks along her skin until she grabbed at Heather's hair all the way down to the roots, yanking fiercely!

With a mighty thrust of her legs Ali whipped her body convulsively, yanking Heather's head backward by the hair, and she was able to flip over so that she was laying on top. Pulling her head free of Heather's breasts, she released the scissors and spun her around and face down in the oil, reaching down to wrap her arms around Heather's waist, pulling her up so that the top of her head ground against the bottom of the pool, her back against Ali's chest, her ass just underneath Ali's chin, compressing her arms as tightly as possible around her waist as a long, extended gust of breath was expelled from Heather's lungs. Reflexively, as she felt the air wrenched out of her, Heather kicked her legs forward, coiling them around Ali's neck, her crotch almost pressed against Ali's face as Heather forced her onto her back!

The impact of Ali's back striking the pool's bottom with Heather's lower body landing on top caused the warring actresses to disentangle themselves from each other. Rolling away from one another in the oil, they gathered themselves and rose carefully to their feet, occasionally losing some of their balance in the slippery oil. Visibly angry at losing ground to Ali after making her boasts that she'd win this fight, Heather rushed her, meaning to take her down and mount an effective assault against her, only to have her sore breasts painfully flattened as her chest slammed into Ali's back as the younger actress met her charge, spinning around at the last second and backing hard into her. Quick as a feline, Ali slipped an arm around her neck and flipped her head over heels into the oil with a gratuitous SPLASH!

Heather felt that impact in her spine; her mouth hung soundlessly open as Ali backed up, letting Heather squirm uncomfortably in the oil before regaining her feet. Drenched from head to toe in oil, their bikinis sticking to them as if glued to their bodies, Ali and Heather circled, more slowly this time, carefully seeking an opening. Their circling brought them remorselessly closer in the kiddy pool, their feet almost soundlessly squelching in the yielding oil. Their hands were opening and closing intermittently as if they envisioned them locked around some strategic area of the other's anatomy. Their eyes narrowed, they made renewed efforts to stare each other down, trying to intimidate the other with their eyes and body language, but with no apparent results. Their skin, moistened from the oil, glistened under the sun above them. When they were close enough, Ali flipped Heather the bird, snarling, "Well, bring it if you're bringing it, skank!"

At that signal, they fell upon each other, skin slapping on skin as they collided in the center of the pool. Arms outstretched, they began using their nails to claw the other's skin.

"You got it... UNGH... whore!" Heather managed to snarl as their half-naked bodies slapped together.

Spewing a pair of matching grunts as they collided, they reached for each other's oil-matted hair, grabbing tight holds to twist and pull each other's tresses as they proceeded to rain fierce kicks and fiercer knee shots upon any available parts of the other's body, grunting in equal amounts of pain and satisfaction whenever someone connected with the other's body, depending on who was sending and who was receiving. Their half-naked torsos slapped and ground together at uncalculated intervals and they would cry out it pain as nails raked into their flesh as they continued trying to overpower the other; nails digging deeper into skin, brutal kicks and knee shots growing increasingly harder as they compounded on all this by slamming their bodies together with resounding slaps. Their groans were audible to the crowd below, even over their cheers.

The repeated slaps of bare flesh on bare flesh grew louder as well, joining the lower thuds of feet and knees smashing into stomachs, ribs and groins. Heather retaliated by thrusting her chest into Ali, in order to counteract the effort Ali was putting into the fight, and soon they were focusing their energy into knocking as much wind from each other as they could, using breasts and bellies instead of knees and heels as the sounds coming from their throats peppered the twin assault. The mutual grips that Ali and Heather had established on the other's hair likewise increased with each impact of their torsos colliding together harder and harder, but without a sign of either hellcat gaining an advantage.

Their movements graduated from this to viciously slapping, scratching and punching each other's bare skin until they lost balance and tumbled into the oil, rolling around the pool like a pair of nightclub oil wrestlers putting on a show for a bunch of drunken college kids. But this was more than that. It was a contest between two bitter Hollywood rivals that had been a long time, when their rivalry was culminating in this heated spat between them. The punishment they rained on each other grew more fervent, the slaps and punches smacking and thudding harder on each other's bodies, the scratches tearing in their skin harder, until their rage exploded and they tore into each other, hands clawing at faces and grabbing at hair as they came together in a wet slap of flesh on flesh, their movements causing them to lose balance, fall to the side and out of the kiddy pool and roll to the edge of the balcony, lost in their mutual animosity as they did everything in their power to cause the other pain, biting, kicking, scratching and screaming at the top of their lungs as the audience ate it up!

Heather managed to straddle Ali and grab her by the hair, and had taken to slamming her head into the balcony floor as her supporters in the crowd cheered. Ali kneed her in the crotch, reaching up for double handfuls of Heather's hair while twisted her body. Now straddling Heather, Ali had a lock of her hair in her balled fist and was delivering slap after slap to her face while using her body to pin Heather to the floor, an occasional knee slamming into her stomach and crotch as Ali alternated between slapping and punching her rival, Heather following suit as best she could under the circumstances. As the slaps and punched increased in intensity Heather curled her legs inward, slamming them into Ali's stomach to knock her away, advancing upon her as Ali curled into a fetal position and wrapping her legs across Ali's waist, stretching them out as far as they'd go. Ali winced at the strength of the scissors and took to clawing the squeezing limbs around her.

Trying to steel herself, Heather began to squeeze Ali's waist harder, but Ali had gripped the backs of her legs with both hands and was digging her nails into the muscled area of her thighs, forcing the scissors to come apart slowly but surely.

As a wide enough space opened between her legs for Ali to wriggle out, Heather grabbed for her hair as Ali did likewise, and before long they were twisting and writhing around the balcony, trying to overpower the other as their grips became knuckle-white, peppering their dual assaults with invectives such as "bitch!" "cunt!" "whore!" and the like while driving a series of kicks and knee shots into exposed areas.

Ali finally tired of the stalemate and lunged at Heather, screaming, "Enough bullshit! I'm gonna shred you in front of all these people and show you whose better!"

She balled her hand in a fist and rammed it hard into Heather's solar plexus, reveling in the lingering huff of air the blow forced from Heather's startled body. As Heather's eyes bugged wide open and she started gasping to catch her breath, Ali raked her nails down along Heather's face, blinding her for long enough for Al to coil her arms around her waist, planting her feet in the oil as best she could to avoid losing her balance. Aiming low to find the area where her ribcage ended and her hip bones started, Ali pulled tightly, pressing her arms into Heather's sides. Gripping a wrist with her other hand, Ali clenched the bearhug, pushing more air from the actress' oxygen-depleted body as her arms crushed Heather's midriff like an anaconda. Heather gasped again, her voice growing hoarse as it sounded almost rasping as she felt the wind forced from her almost to the point where it was impossible to breathe. Ali smiled at the expression on Heather's face.

"Bitch!" Heather gasped, growing desperate as she squirmed against Ali's nude torso, trying to rake he nails along Ali's face as her oil-soaked body writhed to break free. "Let go of me, sleaze! I can't breathe! I'll scratch your eyes out!"

"Nothing doing, twat," Ali sneered as the bearhug tightened farther still, lowering her head to avoid Heather's nails and trying to bite at the skin within range of her mouth. "I'll squeeze the life outta you, if I don't tear you to shreds first!"

Heather opened her mouth to protest, but as Ali squeezed tighter all that came out was, "Aaaaauuuuugggghhh!" Ali's arms seemed like steel cables wrapped around her yielding waist. "This is for the scissors you gave me!" she roared.

Leaning forward, Ali squeezed her arms together as tight as possible, crushing Heather's waist inside them. Keeping both feet firmly planted on the pool's bottom, Ali suddenly felt something different about Heather's writhing motions as her body writhed to extricate herself. It took a few moments to realize it, but then Ali's mind suddenly snapped back to Heather's words before the fight started, and why she couldn't exactly put her finger on Heather's use of the word "pussy."

That was when it dawned on her: Heather was trying to distract her from keeping her mind on the fight, using the closeness of her bodies to get her inflamed, so that she'd be able to mount a counterassault. Ali had heard of sexfighting before, but she hadn't expected Heather to initiate sexfighting into their combat, especially at this point. This was probably the point of wanting to fight in oil in the first place, and why Heather seemed so confident that she'd win. The cheating bitch!

But instead of getting mad, she decided to take Heather up on this challenge as well. With slow, calculated movements, Ali began to undulate her body in time with Heather's feverish squirming, causing more friction between their dampened bodies as the tight death grip wrapped around the actress' body stubbornly persisted. Ali's expectation in doing this was to cause enough friction to draw Heather's attention away from the fight, to distract her by using the powers of seduction she felt in touch with upon first donning her bikini and then her revealing wear, to draw Heather into her web by capitalizing on the attraction Ali suspected might have been behind Heather's eyes as she first stared her down upon seeing her tonight.

Heather was struggling feverishly, but saw that Ali was matching her potentially seductive movements! Angrily, she sank her fingers into Ali's tresses. But Ali saw that her tactic was beginning to take effect as she noticed Heather's eyes were starting to glaze over from the loss of oxygen, the tightness of the bearhug around her waist and the feeling of Ali's slick, smooth skin grinding against her. Clenching the bearhug tighter as Heather tried to wrench her hair harder, she increased her grinding movements, smiling again as another long huff of air came from her lungs, accompanied by a cry of pain as her body reacted to the crushing grasp, followed by a series of short, ragged gasps that accented each squirming motion. Ali ground her chest harder into Heather's torso, their warring busts seeking to engulf each other as Heather desperately tried to fight back. Again she twisted at Ali's hair, but Ali sensed if she didn't have her now, she would shortly.

"Give it up dyke," mocked Ali, punctuating her words with another grinding squeeze. "I'm startin' to doubt ya can beat me in ANY way!"

"Uuuuuggggghhhhhhh bttttttttcccchhhhhhh... can't... breeeeeeathe," Heather squealed in a combination of pain and rising pleasure. "Fffffuuuuccckkk yooooo...," she screeched again as her body kept yielding to Ali's tactic.

In her efforts to break free of the bearhug, Heather found herself grinding herself into Ali as hard as Ali was grinding her. When she saw Heather’s expression, she realized the effect her maneuver was having on Heather and Ali laughed as she leaned in to plant a lingering French kiss on the actress' lips. Releasing Heather, Ali allowed her to slump to her knees as her resistance faded. Kneeling down next to her, Ali wrapped an arm around her windpipe, pulling in harshly as her free hand sought Heather pained breasts and proceeded to maul them, raking and squeezing the sensitive orbs with her kneading fingers. Heather's cries were harshly choked off by the tight headlock cinched on her. Ali felt encouraged by this, eager to teach Heather a lesson, squeezing harder and harder until, by some superhuman effort, Heather found the air to yell several words of defiance in one breath.

"Isaidgetthefuckoffame - URRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKK!" said Heather as Ali squeezed harder, twisting her body painfully to the side, exposing her breasts to attack.

Ali began raking Heather’s chest, mauling her tits while tearing Heather's bikini top off in the process, and her other arm maintained its choking grip. Howling in protest, Heather lashed out with her left foot, catching Ali in the groin with her toes. Grunting and cursing Heather, Ali kneed her rival in the crotch, her knee sinking into Heather's womanhood through her bikini bottom as she steeped up the breast mauling, fingernails brutally clawing and tearing at Heather's nipples as they raked from side to side along Heather's chest. Ali's other hand grabbed a handful of blonde hair as she tripped Heather's legs out from under her and landing hard on top of her in the oil.

Gritting her teeth against the impact of her back smacking against the pool's bottom, Heather tried to get her legs around Ali's waist. She was halfway there when Ali snaked her arms under her thighs and twisted around, rolling Heather on her face while bending the blonde's legs up toward her spine.

Heather mewled from her legs being twisted backward as Ali laughed, "I told you I'd twist these sickly pale, anorexic legs you're so proud of around like a wishbone, didn't I? You better start screaming for mercy now, 'cause I have more in store for you!"

Ali made good on her promise, writhing from one side to the next and wrenching the blonde actress' legs into very uncomfortable positions. Laughing at the trapped blonde as her cries pierced the air around them, Ali began singing a song in mockery of Heather's plight; the old fifties song by that she changed around to sing to Heather in mockery:

"Come on Graham.... Let's do the twist," Ali sang to her, smiling derisively as she looked over her shoulder, wrenching the caught limbs in another painful direction. "You know the words, don't ya? Come on Graham, let's do the TWIST!" she exclaimed as she wrenched at the blonde's legs again, harder and more painfully, bearing down to grind Heather's chest into the oil. "Come on Graham, it goes like THIS!" she went on as another painful wrench of Heather's legs forced another cry from her lips. Ali's voice mingled with Heather's pained cries and the cheers from the audience as her oil-soaked legs were bent and twisted painfully. Heather was hurting badly, but Ali showed no sign of letting up on the punishment.

"Btcccchhhhhh...." Heather spat, her body racked in complete agony as the dominant woman atop her twisted her limbs into increasingly painful angles, grinding her chest into the oil.

"Aw, Heather, you're no fun!" Ali mocked, releasing her legs and rising. "But maybe this'll get you into the spirit of things!"

Rolling Heather onto her back, Ali sat on her chest, pressing her bust as she bounced up and down a few times, crushing her breasts under her ass cheeks. The bouncing elicited a series of groans from the blonde as Ali pulled off her bikini top, tossing it aside as the spectators below howled in approval.

Not paying attention, Ali leaned in to whisper to Heather, "You wanna catfight and sexfight? You got it!" she exclaimed, planting another lingering French kiss directly on Heather's lips as she ground her naked chest into Heather's, grapevining her legs as she forced their crotches together. "I bet you won't come out of this feeling as bad as you did when Donahue breast-smothered you into lala land!" Ali taunted and gazed mockingly down at heather when she broke the kiss, then leaned forward to plant another one on Heather's lips.

In moments, her tongue was probing Heather's mouth as her chest ground Heather's harder, much to the audience's delight. Enraged by the taunt, and determined not to be outdone, Heather began to buck her hips in rhythm with Ali's movements, as the action caused their bikini-clad crotches to slam together whenever their breasts collided and ground. Breathing out at the sensation, Ali inched upward enough to bite hard into Heather's nose, to take the focus off her crotch.

The strategy worked as Heather's legs stiffened while caught in Ali's grapevine, the combined pain and pleasure washing over her as Ali continued her grinding of their breasts with renewed fervor, their oiled tits sliding together as their nipples grew harder from the friction her movements caused. Heather tried again to grind their crotches together as Ali returned to kissing her trapped rival, attempting to slide her legs free of the grapevine, matching Ali's movements with her upper chest until she was able to slip out of Ali's legs. Lifting them to Ali's waist, she applied a scissor lock to Ali, rolling over so as to escape.

She came at Ali again, her hands reaching for her tits as Ali met her advance. Crying out as she felt Heather's fingers press into her breasts, Ali grabbed Heather's tits in retaliation, and before long they were alternating between kneading and pinching each other's tits in their efforts to overpower the other until Ali twisted around in the oil and slid backward, legs splaying behind her and wrapping around Heather's neck. With her inner thighs pressing hard against both sides of the trapped Heather's face, Ali rose up and pressed her ass down on Heather's face to increase the tightness of the scissor lock as Heather's face turned beet red from the loss of oxygen. Legs kicking violently, Heather fought to breathe through the relentless legs and asscheeks seeking to prevent air from getting in, again trying to scissor Ali's torso to dislodge her.

Still not satisfied with the effect her leglock was having on her, Ali slid farther forward to get out of range of the kicking legs attempting to ensnare her upper chest, or perhaps her throat. Pressing her asscheeks down harder, Ali trapped Heather's head deeper into the crushing scissors as she slid back and pressed her womanhood into Heather's gasping face. Smiling as Heather's ability to breathe was hindered further, she lifted Heather's legs and began to caress her toes with her tongue, grinding her ass harder into Heather's agonized face. Heather's combined screams and cries of pleasure were muffled against Ali's ass; reacting to the persistent crushing her body writhed and squirmed furiously to escape.

Ali was in her element now as the licking and sucking of Heather's toes grew more fervent and her ass ground harder still into Heather's face. Her rival's struggles to free herself increased in frequency and desperation; aided by the slippery oil she almost managed to escape, but thinking quickly, Ali deftly slid her legs underneath Heather's armpits and crossed her ankles together behind Heather's head, almost completely immobilizing her rival as she bore down harder with her ass. In a matter of seconds Heather's struggles were almost completely subdued by Ali's leg grapevine, and she returned to her erotic attack of stimulating Heather's feet until there was almost no movement from the prone woman.

Lifting up, she turned and saw Heather's flushed face, seeing she'd been brought to a series of mini-orgasms from the constant friction of their bare skin grinding together and the endless stimulation of Ali's lips and tongue working her toes.

"Ready to give now, Heather baby, or do I go the rest of the way?" Ali taunted.

Heather's response was an enraged screech and a cry of, "FUCK YOU!" as she returned to viciously kicking her legs out in an effort to pull them out from Ali's arms, fighting for a position to encircle them around Ali's body.

"If you say so," Ali answered sarcastically. "But I think I'm gonna fuck you, instead!"

She lowered her ass again onto her rival, pressing herself into Heather as she resumed her stimulation of Heather's toes, sucking and licking harder until, with a muffled screech, Heather kicked her legs free and slammed them around Ali's upper chest, trying to topple her into the oil. Ali leaned backward as Heather's legs closed around her body, molding her ass cheeks into Heather's mouth and nasal passages once again, she channeled all her weight into the facesit, proceeding to do a seductive bump and grind on Heather, rubbing her ass in Heather's face while alternating between raking Heather's skin, kneading and twisting the blonde's tits and raining brutal punches to her chest and stomach. Ali eventually grew tired of displaying her superior strength and ability and she wanted to end this combat already. Pressing her ass down as hard as she could as she felt Heather's struggles starting to diminish, she reached over and dug her nails into Heather's crotch!

Heather's muffled screams increased in volume and pitch as Ali steeped up her attack, keeping her claws embedded in Heather's crotch as she rose, falling to the side to ensnare Heather in a tight neck scissors, propping herself lazily by an elbow as she stretched her sexy legs across the blonde's windpipe, her upper torso staying out of range of Heather's legs as she squeezed harder, clawing at Heather with renewed vigor. Heather's face, still beet red and stained with tears of rage and frustration, contorted as she gagged desperately for breath as the scissors tightened without a sign of letting up. Ali held her there indefinitely, suppressing Heather's fervent struggling by maintaining the combination scissor lock/ass smother as she continued steeping up her erotic attack, trying to bring Heather to the brink of defeat as she kept sucking and licking at her feet, now rubbing her crotch with one hand, first above her bikini bottoms, then underneath, not letting up until she felt Heather's body writhe and then stiffen in ecstasy even as she squirmed to break free.

Ali knew Heather had reached orgasm, but the trapped woman underneath her was still squeezing her upper torso with her legs, in her efforts to turn the fight around, sinking her teeth into Ali's ass even as her body reached climax. Ali was determined to end this fight so there would be no doubt as to who was the dominant one, so in response to the legs that pushed more air from her lungs and the teeth that sank into her ass she clawed Heather's crotch again, nails digging in deeper than before as another scream of rage and frustration emanated from under Ali's ass cheeks. Heather resumed squirming and tightened the scissors around Ali's torso, to which Ali responded by pressing her ass down harder onto Heather's face, nails clawing deeper and deeper into her sensitive womanhood. Her other hand raked its nails along the backs of Heather's thighs as Ali switched from clawing Heather's pussy to massaging it again as Heather tried to bite at the ass that relentlessly smothered her, legs squeezing and forcing air from her lungs until they stiffened again.

It was another orgasm, Ali could tell, as the scissors around her reflexively squeezed as a long cry of, “AAAAAAAAAAAAH!” escaped Heather's lips as the trapped woman underneath her flopped prone and unmoving in the oil. By now it was obvious Heather was too far gone to move, much less fight. For that matter Ali had almost reached that place herself, but still she struggled to her knees, wiping excess oil from a great portion of her body and smearing it on Heather's chest as she lifted off her, gazing down at her flushed, exhausted, tear-stained face. Ali dragged her to her feet, out of the kiddy pool and back into the room. Heather offered little resistance as she was completely exhausted by the constant crushing and mauling at Ali's hands. Dragging Heather across the floor, shutting out the cheers from the crowd outside, she deftly pulled Heather's bikini bottoms off, positioning her face down and tying her by her wrists to the back of the toilet so it appeared Heather was hugging the bowl. In a way Ali was lucky, because just as she finished Heather was coming to again. Snapping back awake and realizing what Ali was up to, she pulled violently at her bonds, screaming her head off.

"You fucking bitch!" Heather shrieked as she struggled furiously to escape. "Nobody does this to me and gets away with it! You hear me, slut? NOBODY"!

"Shut up," Ali snapped curtly, planting her ass on Heather's back. "I'm gonna help wash that oil from your pretty face!"

Heather wasn't exactly sure what Ali was planning at first, but then It dawned on her what Ali meant to do as Ali straddled her back because Heather screamed again in utter rage and again started trying to wrench her wrists free of her bondage, twisting them back and forth...but to no avail. The bonds were too tight. Ali had her, and demonstrated this by pressing down harder on her back as she sat. "Cunt! Fucking whore!" Heather was screaming at Ali, loud enough that they heard her outside. "I'll get you for humiliating me like this!" she roared. "I swear to GOD I'll get you for this!"

"We'll see, whore," Ali snapped, standing up from the toilet without flushing it, having gone and now ready to administer her punishment, bending down to reach for Heather's hair.

When she was in range, Heather viciously kicked out her free leg, knocking Ali's legs out from under her as she crashed to the floor with a startled yelp. Within seconds, the women were embroiled in a furious close quarters battle over which of them would find herself dunked in the toilet. Heather was fighting like a madwoman, fiercely determined not to be the one to have her head dunked in the urine- water. But Ali was as determined to dunk her, grabbing generous handfuls of Heather's hair. Heather did likewise and they were struggling to force the other's head toward the toilet first, taking turns slapping, clawing and punching the other with their free hands!

A sharp stinging SLAP at Heather's face followed by a resounding WHUD of a fist to her stomach knocked the fight out of the blonde as Ali opted to take advantage of Heather's temporary distraction, grabbing her hair with both hands again as she bent and twisted at Heather's body, forcing her head into the toilet bowl! Immediately Heather squirmed like a fish out of water, absolutely infuriated that she was being humiliated in this way as her head was plunged into the toilet. Her arms flailed viciously as they sought to grab Ali so that she could mount some retaliation, but Ali managed to stay out of the way of those thrashing arms. Again and again she yanked Heather's head out of the water by her hair, then plunged it back in!

Heather sputtered and coughed water as Ali dunked her once again, forcing her head completely under the water as she maintained her straddling position on top of her, holding Heather fast by keeping her ass pressed firmly into the middle of Heather's back to prevent any movement. Gripping her tightly by the hair, Ali pulled her out of the water, allowing Heather the moment's respite of catching some air, then dunked her in again, holding her head under the toilet water for a longer period of time, subduing Heather's furious struggles by bearing down harder with her weight to restrict her movements. A few moments later she pulled Heather free as she gasped and sputtered for air and dunked her back under, holding her there for a little longer each time she repeated the movement!

When she was finally satisfied that she had dunked Heather enough, Ali pulled her head from the toilet, allowing it to rest on the side of the bowl for a few instants, but still not rising from her straddling position. As she saw Heather begin to stir again, Ali slapped a tight sleeper hold around her throat while wrapping her legs around Heather's waist from behind. Still enraged, Heather writhed to extricate herself of the dual hold, but Ali had the scissors and sleeper cinched on her tight, and wasn't about to release her rival until she slumped into merciful unconsciousness. Allowing her to slump to the toilet upon releasing her, Ali stood up triumphantly, admiring her handiwork as she looked down on the unconscious actress.

Struck with an idea then, she reached down and untied Heather's wrists from behind the toilet, not needing to worry that Heather would come to now. Picking her up and hoisting her over her shoulder, Ali strutted triumphantly to the balcony, the bikini bottom belonging to Heather in her balled fist. She walked out to the edge of the balcony, dumping Heather's unconscious body in the oil, turning to the crowd and holding the oil-soaked material high in her hand as she gratefully basked in the frenzied cheers of those who had been pulling for her to beat Heather. Smiling at the appreciation for her supporters, she turned and headed back into the room, eager to shower and wash the oil from her body. Heather was still passed out on the balcony, and it would be a while before she came to, so Ali felt no compunction about showering in the same room, since she'd have to gather her clothes out there before leaving.

"Let that be a lesson to you, bitch," Ali muttered under her breath as she turned on the shower. "Don't fuck with a better actor, or a better fighter!"