"Hey Demi! How're you doing! Join you?"

Demi turned to see Jennifer Lopez in a pair of white shorts and a sleeveless blue T-shirt that stopped at her midriff.

"Sure," Demi said, nodding toward the empty chair at her side.

"Is that bitch gone?" Jennifer asked Demi in a hushed whisper, glancing around her nervously.

"Yes," Demi sighed. "Kathleen was just here gloating about how she whipped you a couple of nights ago."

"Yeah," Jennifer said, her face flushing at the recollection of her defeat. "She surprised me, but even if she hadn't, I'd probably still have still ended up in the same place, just like you did."

"Was that your worst?" Demi inquired with a wry smile, not admitting to her own encounter with Kathleen Turner.

"Well, pretty close," J-Lo admitted. "Though I'd have to say I have a nemesis of my own, just like you have Sharon Stone."

Demi looked surprised at the mention of Stone's name, then she smiled and sighed, "Aah yes, Sharon. Well, I don't wanna talk about her right now. Besides, that was a long time ago. Who's your nemesis anyway, Mariah Carey?" Demi asked.

"No, Catherine Zeta Jones," murmured Jennifer, blushing as she looked down at Demi's empty cup. "She's my nemesis, really."

"Let me get a refill," Demi said as she stood up. "I'd like to hear your history with her."

Demi walked off toward the coffee bar and helped herself to another cup of coffee. Jennifer studied Demi's body as the brunette's strong legs carried her across the terrace.

"All these years," Jennifer thought to herself. "She's still got a lot of strength in that body, not to mention tons of talent."

When Demi returned, Jennifer was staring off into the evening sunset, recalling the first of her encounters with Catherine-Zeta Jones. Seeing Demi had revived memoirs of Jennifer's first encounter with Catherine Zeta Jones few years ago. Jennifer had just been in two hit movies, adding luster to her singer/dancer status when Catherine had arrived on the scene. Known mostly for her role in "Darling Buds of May" Catherine had just completed the still-unreleased "Zorro."

It had been Demi who had helped Jennifer that time.
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The First: Jennifer Lopez vs. Catherine Zeta Jones

Their first encounter took place in public at a bar where a party was in full swing. Jennifer was glowing after her successes in "Selena" and "Money Train" in addition to her diva status and she was the center of attention.

Standing just 5'4" in bare feet but weighing a solid 120 pounds, Jennifer was dressed in a one-piece black evening dress that showed off her impressive cleavage while helping to diminish the prominence of her full, well-rounded butt. Jennifer wore her shimmering brown hair straight to just below her shoulders. She was wearing slip-on sandals with 2" heels, showing off her newly pedicured toes. Her face lit with a broad smile as everything in her life seemed perfect as the 28 year old sipped her third glass wine with her back to the pool table.

Catherine Zeta Jones was also at the party, a budding star with a growing fan following. The elegant beauty from Wales stood 5'8" tall barefooted and her sexy figure was a well-toned 125 pounds. Dressed in fishnet black pantyhose that emphasized her worked out calves, Catherine was wearing a khaki, mid-thigh skirt with a thick belt to emphasize her narrow waist and a polo neck blue top tucked in the skirt. Her straight black hair fell to the middle of her back, held back off her face by butterfly shaped clips.

Catherine was shooting pool and while taking a shot, her cue stick accidentally jammed into Jennifer's ass. Sensitive to her rump, Jennifer immediately spun around and saw her beautiful rival Catherine holding the stick.

Jennifer snapped, "Watch that stick, cutie! You could get in a LOT of trouble. Unless you want a caning right here and now!"

Taken aback by Jennifer's snotty remark, Catherine shot back, "EXcuse me? You're quite the proper bitch with that attitude! Why don't you just keep that fat ass out of the way?"

Then Catherine turned around and got ready to take her shot. Jennifer turned red hearing Catherine talk to her like that, and in public no less! She stepped up behind Catherine who was bending over the table and pushed her face down onto the table. Then Jennifer lifted Catherine's ankles, lifted her legs and shoved her halfway across the table on her belly.

Catherine felt the pool balls rubbing against her as her breasts rolled over them, her face sliding across the green felt of the table as her long legs were held firmly in the grasp of the angry Latina. Catherine felt helpless and outraged as Jennifer finished pushing her body across the table. Catherine swung her legs around and carefully slid her butt over the rail on the opposite side of the table, her skirt riding up to expose her black thong panties. Catherine straightened clothes and tried to compose herself as she faced Jennifer across the table.

Jennifer shook her finger at Catherine as she yelled, "Want a piece of me, you slut? If not, you better apologize pronto!"

Catherine shouted, "ME! YOU should apologize. You started all this by assaulting me when my back was turned."

Both walked slowly around the table toward the other until they were standing face to face, hurling verbal abuse as their famous tempers flared. Then, they raised their arms and locked up, each strained to shove the other. Jennifer's powerful dancer's legs were her best weapon as she slowly forced Catherine back.

Then Catherine changed tactics and caught Jennifer by the collar of her dress and flung her sideways onto a table. Condiments, popcorn and peanuts flew onto the floor as Jennifer landed face first onto the table! Catherine grabbed Jennifer's hair and dragged her back the other way and threw her onto another table. More popcorn and peanuts flew.

Jennifer was dazed and still trying to collect herself when Catherine landed a double-fisted hammer to the middle of her back. Jennifer spilled forward as the table toppled over and she landed headfirst on the floor.

Catherine kicked Jennifer in the thighs and ass several times while screaming like a madwoman, "Come on, you bitch! Let's hear you sing an apology!"

After nearly a dozen hard, well-placed kicks, Catherine turned her attention from Jennifer's legs and ass to the rest of her body. Catherine's boot found Jennifer's abdomen twice, lifting Jennifer's body into the air slightly with each kick and causing fhe Latina to grunt in pain.

Jennifer fought back when she turned and caught Catherine's foot, then twisted her ankle. Catherine's cry was heard clear across the bar as pain shot up her right ankle. Catherine managed to keep her balance and didn't fall, but she had to grab the pool table to keep her balance and that gave Jennifer time to get back up on her feet.

The two red-faced women traded roundhouse punches, both landing to the other woman's ribs while Jennifer tried to pull Catherine's head down by the hair with her other hand. Catherine's cheeks were bright red her teeth clenched and lips curled showing her anguish as Jennifer yanked her long hair. Still, Catherine held on and used her fist to deliver a solid, punch right on Jennifer's belly button.

Jennifer stopped punching and her knees buckled as she crouched holding her stomach with one hand, looking down stunned at her stomach. But Jennifer's other hand was still tangled in Catherine's long mane which left her face wide open as Catherine's other fist landed smack on the side of her head.

"Ummmmphh!"

Staggered by the blow, Jennifer let go of Catherine's hair and backed up two paces. Catherine grinned as she set herself and lashed out with her foot, kicking Jennifer in the knee.

"Owww, Owwwww, shit!" Jennifer moaned in pain as the knee buckled.

Jennifer's sandals had come off during the scuffle leaving her barefooted so Catherine stomped her right heel onto Jennifer's left foot, her boot smashing Jennifer's open toe as Catherine twisted her heel from side to side in crushing action.

"Aaaahhh! Oooooohh! Owwwww!!" Jennifer wailed on top of her lungs, hopping back on one foot, both hands massaging her hurt toe.

But this wasn't nearly enough satisfaction for Catherine. She'd been attacked in public and she intended to have retribution. She slapped the helpless Jennifer hard on each cheek, back and forth, knocking her head sideways with each powerful slap.

"Crack! Crack! Smack! Whack!

Catherine was about to slap her again, when Jennifer cried, "STOP! Please Stop Please.....," then her voice trailing off in muffled sobs.

Grabbing Jennifer's dress by her collar, Catherine ripped the front down to her waist. Jennifer's bare breasts spilled out in full view, gently swelling orbs pointy, thick full nipples erect. Catherine drew back and again smashed her fist deep into Jennifer's sexy belly, doubling over the sobbing beaten starlet.

"I give....Stop Please.....Stop" begged Jennifer as she slumped to her knees, unable to raise her head to meet Catherine's blazing gaze, her head hung low in shame and embarrassment as she crossed her arms over her bare bosom.

Catherine said, "Not until you sing us your apology to me. Now, out with it and make it QUICK!"

Jennifer pulled up the front of her dress and turned to run and Catherine chased after her cursing. The bar wasn't conducive to chases, so it only took a matter of seconds before Catherine caught the fleeing brunette by her hair and dragged her to the very same pool table.

Catherine slugged Jennifer in the belly again, knocking the air out of her, then threw her on her belly onto the pool table, with her legs spread-eagled, her ass up and her black dress up to her butt. Catherine held one hand down on Jennifer's bare neck while with the other she pushed Jennifer's dress up over her waist, revealing white lace panties which Catherine then ripped off.

With her lush dark bush in open view, Jennifer could only sob as her tears dripped onto the pool tables green felt. Jennifer could feel the cool air on her bare bottom, but the pain in her toe and her belly was fresh from the beating she'd gotten from Catherine so Jennifer lay there, quietly....waiting.

WHACK! WHACK! THWACK!!

Catherine swung the pool cue and it cracked sharply down across Jennifer's up-turned rump! Jennifer wailed in pain but even and more from embarrassment. Catherine kept caning Jennifer's butt and catching her across the back of her thighs a few times.

Practically bawling in pain, Jennifer pleaded, "Please somebody, help. Get her off me!!"

When no one moved to interfere, Jennifer tried another tact, "Please... Catherine... I ah...pologize!! Please.... let me....GO!!"

WHACK!

Jennifer was sobbing so hard she had trouble getting the words out between gasps for air.

"Not 'til you sing an apology to me. Now STAND UP on the table and SING BITCH!"

It took Jennifer some time to slowly get on her knees, and then to stand up on the pool table. Not that anyone minded ogling her nearly naked body. Her black dress hung in a crumpled bunch at her waist, her nipples erect for a reason she didn't yet understand, her bare butt and thighs sore from the beating she'd taken at Catherine's hands. Jennifer stood and faced the crowd with one hand covering her pussy and her other arm across her bosom as the crowd stared in hushed silence.

"I'm Sorry Catherine! I'm Sorry Catherine," sang the diva, her nasal voice shrill, her face deeply flushed.

After two more choruses, Demi Moore stepped out of the crowd and approached Catherine.

"That's enough, Cath, let her go now. People are watching and we don't need the press in here. She's had enough humiliation for one night."

Catherine glared at Demi silently for a moment as the crowd held their breath. Then she threw the pool cue on the floor, tossed her long hair and stalked off in a huff. Catherine's dress was still intact, her hair only slightly disheveled. Before she left, Catherine stopped to pick up Jennifer's sandals and put them in her purse. Then she picked up Jennifer's thong panty using just one fingernail. She swung it around twice over her head then flung it into the crowd. The panties were caught by an outstretched hand that quickly pulled them in and disappearing from the view. It looked like a female hand but it happened so fast, one could tell for sure.

All in a long day's work!

After Catherine left to scattered applause, Demi helped the sobbing, red-faced Jennifer dress and then drove the barefoot diva home.

Continue to Part 2