“Who the hell does that bitch think she is? She only won ONE match but they act like she carried the whole team by herself! I won my match too - no thanks to her! One day very soon she’ll get hers!”

Another person not feeling much like celebrating was the very sore and still black and blue Christy Hefner. Most days she spent in her office but when she did venture out, she wore slacks, a long sleeve turtleneck, a big floppy hat and, of course, dark glasses to cover her battle scars. Still, the girls couldn’t help staring, pointing and laughing at her condition.

“Fuck you K-Mac! One day soon you’ll get yours!” Christy muttered under her breath.

One day, Christy stepped out of her office it her disguise, heading for the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee and make a quick return before anybody had the chance to point and stare. She made it down the hallway and into the kitchen unnoticed, poured her coffee and started back toward her office. She’d only taken a couple steps when somebody came up behind her, knocked the floppy hat off her head and bumped Christy with her shoulder, spilling coffee over the front of her turtleneck.

Karen couldn’t help but throw a barb at the Playboy princess, “Oh good! I see that you were able to get all of Hilden’s jizem out of your hair.”

Christy quickly snatched her hat off the floor and pulled it down on her head, quietly seething as she glared at Karen as she strutted away through the sliding glass door out onto the back patio.

“That’s it! I’ve had enough!” Christy grumbled as she started back to her office. But as Christy looked out the sliding door, she noticed the icy glare Teri gave the former Playmate of the Year from her second floor bedroom window and Christy smiled for the first time since before the final match as she walked back to her office with a touch of her old, cocky swagger in her step.

“Teri? Hi it’s Christy, can you come down to my office? There is a great opportunity that I would like to discuses with you. Five minutes? Great! I’ll wait for you in my office.” She was smiling from ear to ear as she hung up the phone. “Yes, today just got a little bit better!”
It was more like ten minutes when Christy, who had been nervously pacing back and forth, heard the knock on her office door. “YES!” she thought to herself, she tried to regain her composure, and then took a seat behind her desk and started to shuffle papers so not to appear too anxious. “Come in!” she yelled to the back of the closed office door. The door opened and in stepped Teri Harrison. She had a puzzled look on her face as she tried to figure out what Christy had planned for her, and why now.

Christy’s office had a big screen TV built into one of the walls. The Boss lady had a tape from the Teri/Mason fight cued up on the VCR. As Christy welcomed Teri and offered her a seat opposite her, she hit the play button and the tape began to roll. There, larger than life, was Karen arguing with Teri at the start of the match. Teri could still feel Megan’s blows bouncing off of her body. But now for the first time, she saw the punishment that she endured the night of the fight.

Teri sat in her chair and stared at the TV like Christy wasn’t even in the room. Her knuckles were turning white from the grip that she had on the arms of the chair. The veins were sticking out of her neck, as the beautiful woman who had walked into the office, was being transformed into a wild animal right before her eyes. “Teri? Teri are you OK?” Christy asked.

When she couldn’t get Teri’s attention Christy stopped the tape and after a very long pause, Christy called Teri’s name once again. “Teri is something the matter?” Teri looked Christy right in the eye but didn’t speak. Behind Teri’s big brown eyes Christy could see the fires of hell burning and for a moment it scared her. Till she popped the question… “How would you like to get even with that whore?” The question was short, sweet, and to the point but again Teri didn’t speak. But in an instant a huge smile developed on her face.

Back out on the patio, Karen had just started feeling like herself again. During the days the tournament lasted, she had been in several major fights and taken more then her share of abuse. Twice at ringside, once in the rescue attempt of Debbie Dunning, and of course the final match itself, she needed some time off to regroup and heel. Sitting on one of the chaise lounges poolside, she drifted off to sleep enjoying the warmth of the sun as it enveloped her body and began to recharge her battery.

Christy switched the input for the TV from the VCR to the closed circuit cameras that were through out the entire complex. Unknown to Karen, one of those cameras panned in her direction and began to zoom in on her. Teri shifted her attention back to the large TV and scooted forward onto the edge of her chair like she was going to get up right then and there and charge down to poolside.

“Teri? Take it easy. I hate her too and I promise to help you get even with her. But we have to be smart about this. Are you with me?” Christy continued to look into Teri’s eyes and saw that her words were registering with the blonde. “We plan this out and then when the time is right, you strike with everything that you got! OK?” Teri shook her head in acknowledgment and then Christy began to lie out the plan.

“First, you’re ten years younger and should have no problem beating the shit out of her. But to make sure that everything is staked in our favor, we strike soon before she gets back to full strength.” They looked at the screen again and saw that Karen looked very tired and was showing some pretty deep bruises herself. Teri began to stand up like she was going right now, but Christy snapped her out of her trance, “Wait! We have to be smart! Watch some more of this tape with me.”

Over the next hour, Teri watched several of Karen’s fights as well as Karen’s reaction to Mason’s flirting with Irish. “I think we just found our week spot!” Christy said with a broad smile. The two women worked on their plan till late that night. After they finished their second bottle of wine Christy told Teri “Get some rest. We have a busy day tomorrow.”

After Teri left, Christy went back to her room and broke out her DeWalt drill and special attachment. To the thought of Karen getting her ass kicked, Christy brought herself to climax with the help of Mr. DeWalt. The next morning Irish met at the mansion for breakfast and talked about the events of the coming day. Karen was going to spend the day at the mansion relaxing but he had a busy day ahead of him spent in nearby Chavez Ravine.

“I have to pay back a couple of favors on behalf of you and your TITS,” he began. “I’ll be helping the guys from LA Fire out at their training academy most of the day and since it’s next to Dodger Stadium, we can hook up and catch the game tonight.”

The idea sounded good to Karen a night out and a Dodger dog would fit into her busy schedule, “What’ll you be doing with the guys?”

“Mostly networking. You know comparing East coast West coast notes. Maybe we’ll get a chance to play this afternoon.”

“OK, but be careful!” was Karen’s parting comment as she kissed him and walked him out to his car.

“Did you hear that?” Christy asked Teri as they listened into the conversation. “Today we get to have some fun!”

Christy made a few phone calls and the plan was in motion. Just after lunch Karen’s cell phone rang.

“Hello,” She pleasantly answered the phone. “Yes, this is Karen McDougal, who’s calling?”

Karen’s face flushed when she heard the woman say, “This is Nurse Hoolahan over at county hospital. I’m sorry to say that there has been a bit of an accident at the training academy and your number was the emergency contact number we were given. Can you come down to the hospital?”

Karen tried to get more information out of the nurse but was only told that the doctor would talk to her when she got there. With her heart racing in her chest and fearing the worst, Karen raced to her car from poolside and sped to the hospital following the directions that the nurse had given her. Karen’s car came to a screeching halt just outside the emergency room doors and she was out of the car and running towards the building. What a dump she thought to herself as she passed through the swinging door. It must be bad if they had to bring Irish to the closest hospital and this was it. The waiting room was empty as she rushed up to the woman behind the nurse’s station. Gee, this place looks just like the hospital in ER.

“Excuse me my name is Karen I was told that you have my boy friend here… is he OK? Where is the doctor?”

“The doctor will be with you in a moment,” Nurse Hoolahan began, handing Karen a clipboard full of forms. “First you have to fill out these forms and give me your insurance card.”

Karen was pissed, “Screw the forms! I need to know what happened and what you’re doing to help him!”

The ‘doctor’ heard Karen’s tirade from the next room and came out to meet with her. He could barely keep his eyes off of Karen’s chest.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Burns. I’m afraid your friend is hurt pretty bad.” Turning to the nurse, he asked, “Are they ready downstairs?”

“Yes Doctor, they’re all set.”

“Ms. McDougal, we’re going to ask you to go down stairs to our blood bank and make a donation for us. As soon as you do that, I’ll bring you to see your friend.”

The doctor turned and walked off with another metal chart in his hand.

“It’s a little confusing, so since it kind of dead up here…,” Nurse Hoolahan began. She stopped, and blushed, “Oh I’m sorry. I’m not supposed to talk like that in front of the patients loved ones. Please follow me.”

With that she walked off leaving a stunned Karen to rush to catch up to her and the two women descended to stairs to the lower level. Karen was struggling to figure out what was going on. This was all happening so fast and she couldn’t think clearly. Nurse Hoolahan reached a small room halfway down the hallway and flipped on the light switch and motioned for Karen to enter the room ahead of her. “Hop up in the chair and I’ll get you ready.”

Karen looked at the chair and decided that it looked more like it belonged in the office of a gynecologist rather then in a hospital blood bank. Karen sat in the chair and the nurse immediately started to strap down Karen’s arms and legs.

“Excuse me. What’s going on here? I never had to be strapped into a chair to donate blood before.”

“Well missy, I don’t normally allow sluts dressed like prostitutes into my emergency room. Now sit down and shut up!”

Karen didn’t like the way that this nurse was talking to her and tried to get up but it was too late she was completely strapped into the chair. When she looked down at the straps that bound her to the chair, she realized that she left the mansion in such a hurry; she was still dressed in black string bikini.
Two other nurses entered the room and stood behind Nurse Hoolahan out of Karen’s field of view.

“Why thank you Nurse Hoolahan, we’ll take it from here.” Karen knew that voice! It was Christy Hefner! Nurse Hoolahan left the room as Christy stepped up to Karen’s chair. “OK cunt! You had the last laugh! But today it’s my turn to laugh!”

Christy looked over her shoulder and called out to the other ‘nurse,’ “Oh Nurse! I believe our patient is ready to make her blood donation.”

When Christy stepped aside and the other nurse came into view, Karen’s heart sank as she recognized Teri Harrison!

“OK dear, do you know your blood type? Oh forget it! I’ll just do some tests.”

Teri lifted her knee and drove it between Karen’s spread legs. A pained grunt came out of Karen’s mouth as Teri’s knee met her pubic bone with a soft THUNK! Then Teri drew her fist back and drove it into Karen’s unprotected face. Looking back to Christy for approval, Teri hit her several more times, until blood began to flow from Karen’s nose.

“Hold on a minute Nurse Harrison, let me perform the blood test,” Christy said, stepping forward to backhand Karen right across the face as hard as she could. Karen defiantly stared Christy down, trying not to give her the satisfaction of letting her know how much the slap stung. Christy put on a pair of surgical gloves and wiped her finger on Karen’s upper lip taking a sample of blood. She then proceeded to wipe it on Teri’s face like warpaint.

“Do you think we will be able to get enough blood to fill one of these up?” Christy asked holding up and empty five-gallon water jug. “Shouldn’t be much of a problem!” was Teri’s answer and began to work over Karen’s face some more.

Switching tactics, Teri slipped up Karen’s bikini top baring her breast. Several slaps latter and Karen’s breast were glowing cherry red although Teri never drew blood. Christy was disappointed at Teri’s latest effort and said, “Step aside for a moment, I’ll show you how to make them bleed.”

Teri stepped aside and allowed Christy to take the dominant position. She leaned in, flashed her pearly whites at Karen, grabbed her right breast in both hands and began strangling it. Then she lowered her head and sank her teeth into the bulging mound. The brunette couldn’t hold out any longer and let out a scream. After thirty seconds of Christy’s torture, Teri joined in, duplicating Christy’s bite to Karen’s left breast. Both women shook the fleshy mounds like dogs trying to tear meat off of a bone and both had drawn blood as Karen slumped back in the chair whimpering.

When Teri and Christy came up for air, Christy asked the blonde Playmate, “Hey Teri, why don’t you take her keys and pull her car around back…while I spend some ‘quality time’ alone with her!”

Before Teri turned to leave, she fired one more punch aimed directly into Karen’s belly button. Karen didn’t’ see it coming and the fist sank so deep, her knuckles almost touched the brunette’s spine. Karen was trying desperately to suck in air that had been driven out of her body while Christy waited for the door to close behind the exiting blonde. When the door’s latch clicked, Christy walked over and locked it.

Turning to Karen, Christy said with an evil grin, “OK little Miss Mid-West… I’ve been planning this moment for the past five years. Now you’re going to pleasure me until I climax all over your face and then… I’m going to enjoy seeing Teri kick your ass all over this phony hospital!” She slipped out of her nurse’s uniform and slid her panties down her legs. Leaving them around one ankle, she flicked her foot forward, playfully sending the underwear flying up and hitting Karen in the face. Karen shook her head from side to side trying to dislodge the foul smelling briefs. “What’s the matter honey? Can’t get enough of them? Here lemme help you,” Christy laughed, grabbing the panties from Karen’s face. She balled them up and shoved them under Karen’s nose. Karen fought the best way that she could, but strapped to the chair, she could do little to stop Christy from rubbing them across her upper lip but hold her mouth tightly shut, preventing Christy from forcing the panties between her lips.

When Christy finally removed them from her face, Karen protested, “Get that shit away from my face! If you don’t untie my right now I’m going to give you the beating of a lifetime!”

“I’m sorry darling, I guess I teased you enough. I know you can’t wait for the main course!” Christy said as she climbed onto the chair straddling Karen, using her knees to pin Karen’s shoulders. Christy stopped for a moment and clenched her legs together holding Karen’s face in place, then proceeded to fan the aromatic area between her legs at Karen, forcing the Playmate to clench her mouth shut and hold her breath. “What’s the matter sweetheart? Don’t ya like the smell of roses?” She reached down and pinched Karen’s nose closed forcing her to open her mouth to breath. “Now we’re talking! In case you haven’t figured it out yet… you really have no choice but to do as you’re told. Now stick out that tongue and get to work you filthy whore!”

Karen began to renew her struggle to unseat the evil princess, bucking her hips trying in vain to dislodge her. Christy just grabbed onto the arms of the chair that Karen’s wrist were secured to and tried to ride out the storm. Karen sunk her teeth into the inner thigh of Christ and bit down for all she was worth. Christy’s weight shifted to one side causing the arm of the chair to snap under the load. When the arm gave way, Karen was able to free her right wrist and she pushed Christy under the ass, sending her up and over her head, then crashing to the floor. Christy struggled to sit up, inspecting the damage done to her leg by Karen’s teeth. Seeing the angry red mark, Christy rubbed it as she pondered whether to knock Karen out before having her way with her.

“There has to be some sweet air in here somewhere,” Karen thought.

But with her right hand free, Karen was able to free her left wrist also, then each ankle, completely freeing her from her bondage. When Christy stood up to renew her assault, Karen’s powerful right cross to the jaw rocked her back on her heels! As her eyes spun in her head, Christy struggled to remain on her feet. Not giving Christy a moments respite, Karen drove Christy backwards with lefts and rights to the face till she had her pinned in the corner. Her next punch was an uppercut from the floor just above Christy’s navel and below her rib cage. The upward motion of the punch drove Christy’s diaphragm upward, expelling the air from her lungs and leaving her doubled over gasping. Karen grabbed a handful of hair and drove her knee up into Christy’s face as she pulled down on her head. The CRUNCH of shattering cartilage echoed in the small sterile room!

Knowing Teri would return soon, Karen tossed Christy’s limp body in the same chair that had held her captive moments before. Using the three straps still attached to the chair, she secured Christy’s ankles and left wrist to the chair. Looking around the room for a fourth restraint, Karen spotted an oxygen mask attached to a portable cylinder. She tore open the plastic baga and dumped the mask on the floor, retrieving the plastic oxygen tube from the package. Karen used it to securely bind Christy’s right wrist to the chair, ensuring she wouldn’t go anywhere soon. With one last thought crossing her impish mind, Karen retrieved the foul smelling panties, balled them up and stuffed them in Christy’s gaping mouth, sealing the deal with a strip of 2” first aid tape across her pie hole. BoooYaa - instant gag!

And just in time too! Karen heard the click of high heels approaching and she quickly scanned the room for something to use as an equalizer against the fresh and very capable Teri. All she could find in her hurried search was an aluminum bed pan which she grabbed as she took her position behind the slowly opening door. Teri poked her head in, careful not to catch Christy in the middle of something she might not want to see or even think about. She figured Christy must have finished and left, because the only thing that she saw was a brunette figure still bound and gagged in the chair with her disheaveled hair covering her face.
“Well, if the boss is done, I guess it’s my turn for a little satisfaction,” Teri said as she stepped through the door. “GOD McDougal, you look horrible!” she muttered as she approached the brunette. “What the hell did Christy do? Oh well, probably not as much as I’m about to!”

Christy heard Teri’s voice and struggled to warn her, but all that came out of her mouth was a muffled, “Mmmfffttt mmmfffttt!”

“Shut the fuck up you meddling cunt! You’re about to get the ass kicking you earned the other night and now Irish isn’t here to save your sorry ass!”

As she approached the chair with her right fist locked and loaded to deliver a punch to Karen’s face, Teri looked into the brunette’s panicking eyes and realized it wasn’t Karen in the chair. The next sound that the blonde Playmate heard was the door closing behind her and the lock being locked. Teri quickly spun around to face the woman that she sensed was behind her, but she couldn’t get her guard up quick enough. BONK!!! The metal bedpan connected with her forehead and Teri was driven back in the direction she’d just come from as she fell onto her bound boss.

Karen looked at the circular logo on the bottom of the bedpan and asked, “Hey isn’t this how Remo Williams got his name?”

Teri’s head came to rest in Christy’s lap and unable to control the urge, Karen grabbed Teri’s hair and forced her face between Christy’s legs. The struggled that ensued was like Karen was trying to hold Teri’s head under water and drown her, for Teri was not only struggling for air but violently repulsed by the malodorous seeping of Christy’s aroused snatch.

“Man the air down there has to be pretty stagnant from lack of use!” Karen hissed in Teri’s ear with a smile.

In an act of desperation, Teri fired her elbow back, scoring a direct hit between Karen’s legs. Both women felt the effect instantly as Karen’s hold was broken and Teri was able to gulp in some badly needed fresh air. In the meantime, Karen just crumpled to the floor with her hands wedged between her legs. When Teri got to her feet, Karen was still sprawled out on the tile not moving and some of Teri’s confidence and swagger returned as she hauled her fellow Playmate to her feet by the hair.

“You just don’t get it! You’re getting your ass kicked right here and right now!” Teri screamed in Karen’s tear-streaked face.

Teri drew her right arm back across her body and then sent Karen flying with a karate chop to the throat. Karen hit a countertop with her stomach and her upper body folded over it, her big breasts flattening agains the cool formica. It was the only thing holding Karen up as she straightened up gasped for air. Teri approached Karen from behind while she was slumped forward, her hips and ass jutting out and providing a very inviting target. But rather then drill Karen’s prized ass with a kick, Teri had other plans! She moved in close to Karen, almost touching, then drew her right foot back and kicked sideways to the inside of Karen’s left ankle.

“Spread ‘em!” Teri commanded as Karen’s legs were forced apart and the jut of her ass grew even more pronounced!

“Why you dirty little tramp! What do you want, for me to fuck you in the ass?” Teri chided. “Well maybe I will later when I’m all done with you; put on my strap-on and ride ol’ Johnny home!”

“Fuck you bitch!” was Karen’s defiant reply, cast backward over her shoulder.

“No! I still don’t think you’re getting it!” Teri said as she grabbed Karen’s hips and pulled them back further. “It’s not fuck me, but fuck YOU!”

Holding Karen’s hips, Teri pounded a knee up between Karen’s legs and even with Teri holding her hips, the power of Teri’s leg lifted Karen’s feet off the floor. No sound passed Karen’s lips, but her head slumped down on her forearms and her knees buckled. She would have dropped to the floor but for the firm grip of Teri’s hands on her shuddering hips..

“Mmmfffttt! Mmmfffttt!” grunted Christy through her gag, reminding Teri of her presence. “Oh yeah Christy, you’re right! How could I forget about you?” Confident she had the situation well in hand, Teri grabbed a handful of silky brunette hair and dragged the trembling Karen over to where Christy was still sitting bound and trapped. “Well, turn about is fair play!” Teri hissed. “Now, I believe it’s your turn to do a little muff diving!”

Teri forced Karen’s head forward just as Karen had done to her earlier, forcing her face down between Christy’s legs. Christy’s entire body stiffened, she couldn’t wait to feel Karen’s tongue inside her.

“I guess I can wait another few minutes before I get untied,” Christy thought to herself.

As Karen’s face rapidly approached the closest thing to hell on earth she could imagine, her body stiffened, fighting with every last once of strength she had. Her forward motion stopped, royally pissing off both Teri and Christy.

“OK bitch! You want, then we’ll to do this the hard way!” Teri said as she released Karen’s hair with her right hand.

Teri reached down to Karen’s ass with her right while still trying to force Karen’s head down with her left. She spanked Karen; at first half playfully with her open hand but the severity and frequency of the spanks grew with each passing second. Christy’s love port began to well up with juice as Karen’s face was so close she could feel Karen’s hot breath and feel it fluffing her pubic hairs.

“Come on Harrison! Can’t you do anything right?” Christy thought. “So close and yet so far!” Christy closed her eyes and let her mind wander as she listened to the sweet sounds of Teri’s hard, forceful spanks on Karen’s ass. “That cute little ass has to be cherry red by now. I’m so going to enjoy this!”

“Ahh! Ahh! Ouch! You fucking whore! I’m gonna kill you for this!” Karen moaned.

“OK honey, whatever you say! But for now, just do the deed and shut up!” Teri answered. But then a new idea came to Teri. “I’ll put my harness on and as I drive my strap-on up your ass, that’ll push your face in and out of Christy’s snatch!”

Both Teri and Christy thought it a glorious idea but as Teri shifted to reach for her bag of goodies, Karen grabbed Teri’s left wrist with both her hands and before she could regain her dominant position, Karen dipped her shoulder, pulling Teri up and over, then flipping her across the room. Teri was stunned by the sudden turn of events, and as she made her way back up to her knees her chin was hit by a powerful kick that knocked her sprawling on her back. Using the doctor’s scale to steady herself, Karen stood over the stunned blonde, stomping down onto Teri’s chest. Then Karen dropped and tucked her legs up under her, driving knees-firsd down onto Teri’s exposed belly!

“OOOFFF!” was the audible reply to Karen’s latest move as all the air was forced from Teri’s lungs.

Karen slid her legs down on either side of Teri’s body, pinning the blonde’s hands to the tile floor with her knees. With the shocked blonde helpless, Karen repaid her for her earlier rough treatment.

“Fuck you blondie! You’re the one who’s going to get her ass kicked and her face fed to that raunchy beaver!” Backhand after wicked backhand kept Teri’s head whipping back and forth until she didn’t know which way was up. Then Karen slid the zipper of Teri’s nurse’s uniform down and exposed her entire chest. “You seem to like to enjoy breast torture,” Karen snarled. “So let me help you out with a little of my own!” Through screams of pain and torment, Karen continued to pay back Teri for her earlier treatment. When she was done, Teri’s once proud rack could only be described as ‘sad sacks’. “How’s it feel when the shoe’s on the other foot, huh bitch?”

When she thought Teri had enough, Karen removed her uniform and quickly put back on her bathing suit, then pulled the uniform over it. She’d be less conspicuous if she exited the hospital looking like she belonged, Karen figured. Once she was dressed, Karen pulled Teri’s naked and beaten body off the floor and looked her right in the eye, telling her, “I’m really sorry about what happened at the tournament. Getting you hurt was not my intention. If I got in your way… I’m sorry! If that’s not good enough for you - or if ever want to pick this up where we left off - look me up. I’m in the book! I’ll kick your ass again if you really insist.”

As she spoke, Karen forced Teri back against the wall where she used her bra to bind her wrists behind her back. Then she pulled Teri over to Christy and pushed her face first into Christy’s snatch with her head trapped in place by Karen’s knee as she untied the straps that bound Christy’s ankles to the chair. A minute later, Karen criss-crossed Christy’s legs behind Teri’s head and then retied the binding straps, trapping Teri’s head in place.

Karen stepped back and admired her handy work, glanced down at Teri and said, “You know Teri, you really have to be a little more selective picking your friends. If you’re not careful, you’ll find yourself in a heap of shit…or in this case, in a heap in front of a piece of shit!”

After making sure nobody was going anywhere for a while, Karen turned to leave but then she stopped as she remembered something important. Lifting Teri’s legs by the ankles, Karen said, “Oh, one other thing… I believe you have this coming”

The brunette Playmate drove the top of her foot as hard as she could up into Teri’s pubic mound. The kick was so hard, Karen had to limp as she left the exam room, locking it behind her. On her way in, Karen hadn’t paid much attention to the layout of the hospital since her mind was preoccupied with Irish’s condition. In fact, she wasn’t even sure how to get out of the hospital so she carefully tip-toed down the hall in a direction she thought was vaguely familiar. Soon, she found a stairwell which led her back to the first floor. She opened the door a crack and, sure enough, there was the nurse’s station where her ordeal began.

“I wouldn’t mind giving Nurse Hoolahan a good punch in the face before I go,” Karen thought as she slipped out of the stairwell once she saw the coast was clear. “But on second thought, I’ve had enough fun for one day. Maybe next week I’ll pencil her in my planner - GO TO HOSPITAL. KICK BITCHES ASS!!! She was amused by the thought as she glided briskly past the nurse’s station and she’d made it past the desk and was halfway to the exit when she heard a stern voice behind her.

“Hey you! Where do you think you’re going! And where’d you get that nurse’s uniform!”

Karen froze momentarily, startled by a deep male voice. Undecided whether to try and talk her way out or make a break for it, Karen remembered how Dr. Burns had undressed her with his eyes when he’d first seen her. “A typical male. Bat my eyes and smile and I’ll be out of here in a jiffy,” she thought as she turned to face the challenge and turn on the charm. When Karen made eye contact and smiled, she could see the man’s expression change. “Yep! Like candy from a baby!”

But as she took a step toward him ready to seal the deal, Karen was startled for a second time by another voice; this one very pissed off and female.

“Is there a problem here, Doctor?” Nurse Hoolahan asked. Having lost his train of thought for a moment, Dr. Burns didn’t have a chance to answer him before Hoolahan snapped gruffly, “I’ll take care of this little problem. You check on the other nurses and see how they’re making out in the blood bank.”

Karen cringed and thought, “Be careful what you ask for Hoolahan, you just may get it.”

But while Karen realized she was in no shape to battle Nurse Hoolahan, she assumed all the smiling and eye batting in the world wouldn’t get her out of this jam without a fight. She hoped she could rely on Dr. Burns as an ally, but when she felt a strong hand grab the nap of her neck, she knew she’d better forget that idea. Dr. Burns turned and hurried towards the stairwell, never looking back at Karen.

“So, if isn’t the infamous Karen McDougal, Playmate extraordinaire,” Nurse Hoolahan began as she marched Karen down the hall to a closed door opposite the nurse’s station. “Open it and get in there!” was her abrupt command to the Playmate.

Karen opened the door and was roughly shoved inside by the nurse. She looked around and realized she was in the doctor and nurse’s lounge. A split second later, Karen’s neck exploded in pain as she was judo chopped at the base of the neck and slumped down to the tile floor. Karen’s head spun as she forced her eyes to focus, hearing the distinct sound of the door being locked. She sat up and tried to make it to her feet to prepare a defense against the nurse who was hell bent on punishing her. But as Karen tried to lean forward to stand, Nurse Hoolahan sat down on the floor behind her and wrapped her strong, muscular legs around her waist.

“Let me introduce myself…” the nurse said as she began to squeeze her legs with all her might. “The name’s Bachman, Cheryl Bachman… you know, Miss October 1991! Christy hired me to make sure you get your ass kicked and since she and Teri couldn’t get the job done even with you tied up, I guess I’m going to kick your ass for her - and then renegotiate our deal.”

Karen struggled with all her might trying to break Cheryl’s hold which was sapping her remaining strength rapidly. But with her hands on the insides of Cheryl’s knees, Karen found to her dismay she was unable to budge them even an inch. As Karen struggled, Cheryl leaned forward and clapped a hand over Karen’s nose and mouth, pinching her nose shut and Karen quickly panicked as her air supply was cut off. She abandoned her attempts to pry Cheryl’s legs open and instead tried to pry her hands away from her air passages. Karen was able to bend Cheryl’s fingers back to a painful angle and break her hold as Cheryl pulled her hands away from Karen’s mouth. Karen took the moment to catch her breath while Cheryl shook her hand and became enraged.

“You fucking dirty little whore!” Karen’s waist erupted in more pain as Cheryl renewed the waist scissors with a vengeance. “Fuck with me will you? How’s THIS feel, cunt?”

Karen was barely able to gasp in response as Cheryl’s groping hands found her breasts and began to crush them in her fingers. In a last-ditch effort to escape, Karen reached back and grabbed Cheryl’s hair with both hands, then yanked forward with all her might as she snapped her head backward. The back of Karen’s skull met the bridge of Cheryl’s nose with a sickening CRUNK! Karen was free as Cheryl fell flat on her back and her hands shot to her bleeding nose to staunch the freely flowing blood gushing from both nostrils.

After a moment to catch her breath, Karen turned around between Cheryl’s legs to face her. Crawling forward until they were eye to eye, Karen drove her right knee forward and smashed it into Cheryl’s groin. Cheryl’s mouth opened and she let out a shriek, but with Karen still kneeling between her legs, Cheryl couldn’t close her legs to protect herself and Karen drove her knee home several more times, pounding pussy until Cheryl was left flat on her back a whimpering, sobbing mess. Giving her one last kick in the ribs as she got up, Karen went to the door, opened it a crack and looked down the hall toward the exit where she saw Christy, Teri and Dr. Burns huddled at the nurse’s station.

“Well, I won’t be going out that way,” Karen thought as she closed and locked the door behind her before the trio spotted her.

Karen crossed the room to a set of windows facing the parking lot, stomping down on Cheryl’s belly as she walked across the room. She opened the window and slid the screen up, then lowered herself out the window and ran to the parking lot where she’d parked her car. But she was unable to find her car and began to panic. She’d escaped a bunch of people who at this very moment were looking for her so they could pick up where they’d left off and she couldn’t get away. This wasn’t good! Moving close to the building so she wouldn’t be seen, Karen made her way to the front of the building. Across the street she saw a gas station where she was able to call Irish from a pay phone.

“Hey babe, I need you to pick me up at county hospital.”

Irish immediately became concerned, “Is everything all right?”

“Everything’s fine now I hear your voice,” she responded.

Irish picked Karen and when he saw the state she was in, he observed sagely, “Looks like you need a good message. Instead of going to the stadium and watching the game, how about we go to my place. I’ll cook diner and we can watch it on the big screen.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she grinned.

Several days later at the mansion, Karen and Irish were walking down the hall in the executive office portion of the house when they passed Christy Hefner’s office. Just as they reached it, the door opened and out walked Cheryl with tape over her nose and two black eyes. To say she looked like a raccoon was an understatement! The color drained from Cheryl’s face when she almost bumped into Karen who feigned a punch that made Cheryl jump out of her skin as she flinched.

“She won’t be messing with me any time soon,” Karen told Irish, and they laughed as they continued down the hall.