Josh Hartnett talked to Paul Walker while Michelle Rodriguez chatted amiably with Eliza Dushku. Young Emmanuelle Chriqui was there too, enjoying the spotlight. She'd finally made it; her picture was on the cover of a flyer calling her the new hot starlet. The article said, "Move over Jennifer Love Hewitt, your place has been taken by this young Canadian."

Emmanuelle sat at the bar with the young woman who was in the room next door to her, Rachel Leigh Cook. They immediately became friends and they unlocked the door between the two rooms, then moved easily back and forth between the rooms as they stayed up until all hours of the night, chatting and doing what girls do when they're alone in the dark in a strange city and there's no guy handy to satisfy their need.

When Emmanuelle showed Rachel the article, Rachel had laughed, "You know Emm, for years now me and Jen have been talking trash. Neither will give the other any credit. Emm, it's about time someone told you this - in Hollywood, those women over there; the Eliza Dushku's and Shannen Elizabeth's, they get their kicks fighting women like us. They know they're going to win and they enjoy beating us. I can't tell you how many times during 'She's All That' that bitch Jodi Lyn O'Keefe would throw me around just because she could. Have you ever heard of Victoria Pratt? Well, that one beat me up down at Maxim Headquarters. Now Love has suffered the same fate at the hands of just about every woman in Hollywood; that's why she picks fights now but she won't pick one with me because she's afraid of me. But I guarantee, when she sees this article she's going to come looking for you!"

"You're damn right she will," said a voice from behind them. Turning, they saw Jennifer Love Hewitt who wadded up the offending article and threw it in Emmanuelle's face. "As for me being afraid of you, Cookie. Everytime we were supposed to fight, someone else beat me up and stopped me from taking you out. I'll fight you anytime, you flat-chested little slut."

"Hey, don't talk to her like that!" Emmanuelle said as she jumped up eye to eye with Jennifer.

Even though Jennifer was wearing a throw shawl over her shoulders, she let the expensive fabric drop down her back to the floor. After all, most women her height were intimidated by her large breasts but Emmanuelle was wearing a pink crop-top and hers were equal to Jennifer's if not even larger.

"Listen newbie, I came here to end this thing between me and Rachel; to prove she's really a wimp. But after seeing that article that says you're taking my place... Uh-uh! Not happening, hon. A month and half ago I went to war with Rachel Stevens over the same thing."

Emmanuelle thrust out her impressive chest and purred, "Yes. And who won that fight?" Then she shoved Jennifer just as Rachel stuck her foot out. Jennifer dropped on her ass to the floor, her long hair flying in the air, then dropping to cover her red face.

THUD!

Everyone around them started to laugh at poor Jennifer, who quickly tried to scramble back to her feet to regain some semblance of her lost dignity. But as she started to rise, Emmanuelle kicked her legs out from under her and she dropped back down, this time landing on her chest.

SQUISH-SQUISH!

Emmanuelle and Rachel laughed out loud as they linked arms and strutted away, leaving Jennifer on the floor fuming. She got up and tugged at her skirt, then pushed aside a few people as she fought through the crowd and strode purposefully after the duo who were getting on an elevator. The door just closed in Jennifer's face as Emmanuelle and Rachel again laughed at her.

A couple of hours later Emmanuelle was coming out of her room with an ice bucket. As she came into the hall and turned toward the ice machine, she bumped into Jennifer who grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back into the wall.

"You little bitch," Jennifer hissed. "I'm gonna teach you a lesson for embarrassing me like that."

She grabbed Emmanuelle by the hair and shook her back and forth, then swung her around and slammed her into a corner. She pulled her around facing her and kneed her in her firm stomach. Emmanuelle doubled over holding her belly and Jen grabbed the back of her shirt. She put her foot on Emmanuelle's shoulder and kicked her into the hall while still holding the shirt. It came off over her head leaving the young starlet topless.

Just then, Heath Ledger walked by and saw Jennifer holding Emmanuelle's shirt as Emmanuelle blushed furiously and tried to cover herself with her hands. Heath just laughed and as Emmanuelle started to run into her room, Jennifer slammed the door in her face. Rachel Leigh Cook opened the door to her room and grabbed Emmanuelle by the arm.

"The connecting door between our rooms is still unlocked," she whispered. "Go in there and get her; teach the bitch a lesson!"

And Emmanuelle did just that. But as she opened the door, it creaked and Jennifer spun around to see Emmanuelle standing in the doorway topless.

"Gimme back my shirt," Emmanuelle said, holding out her hand.

"Why, are you ashamed to show your soft little boobs to Heath?"

"Ashamed?" Emmanuelle said, her arms still crossed over her chest. "You're the one with a shirt on."

"I don't wanna scare you with a real set of boobs, that's why," Jennifer said cockily.

Then she walked toward Emmanuelle, unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it aside along with Emmanuelle's shirt. They reached both grabbed for the other and locked up in each other's arms as they started pushing, pulling and wrestling on their feet.

"You see how much better mine are?" Jennifer hissed as she pulled and twisted Emmanuelle's arms trying to shove her back.

Emmanuelle was trying to do the same thing to Jennifer and all they accomplished was to go around in circles.

"You must be living in a dream world, look how pathetic those boobies are," Emmanuelle gasped as their bare breasts flattened between their lunging bodies.

The two busty brunettes twisted and reeled around the room until they tripped over the carpet and went toppling onto the bed. But they rolled all the way across it and right off the other side, still trying to win their pushing battle. Both women threw themselves into each others arms as they bumped and jostled all over the room. Finally, Emmanuelle got her hands up under Jennifer's armpits and squeezed, drawing a squeal from the Texan.

Emmanuelle pushed Jen back to the wall and slammed into her hard. Jen grabbed her by the hair, jerked her head back and slapped her face, then pushed her away. Jen ran at Emmanuelle and they slammed together and fell to the floor. They sat on their asses on the floor with their legs wrapped around one another, pulling each other's dark hair as the door cracked open and Rachel Leigh Cook peeked in but she couldn't tell the difference between the two their bodies were so entwined and entangled.

Emmanuelle fell back, bringing her knees up and flipping Jennifer over the top of her but Jen kept her hold on Emm's hair and twisted sideways, rolling Emmanuelle over onto her belly. They lay on their stomachs facing each other, their arm's stretched out with their hands in the other's hair. Slowly, both started getting up and as soon as they regained their feet, they slammed their bodies together, breast-to-breast, belly-to-belly and thigh-to-thigh.

"No way is your body better than mine," Jennifer gasped as she twisted her body and slammed Emmanuelle back into the wall.

Emmanuelle blinked back the tears in her eyes, spun Jennifer around and rammed her into the wall.

"No WAY your body's anywhere near as good as mine....," Emmanuelle hissed as she took a hand from Jen's hair and mashed her face on the wall, then hit her in the belly with the other.

"Bitch!" Jennifer barely got the word out before Emmanuelle's fist took the wind out of her.

Jennifer needed to get some air in her lungs and as Emmanuelle stepped back briefly, she quickly unbuttoned the top two buttons of her pants hoping that would help. But Emmanuelle suddenly grabbed her hair again and shook Jen's head from side to side as she pulled her off the wall and drew back to punch her again. This time, Jen ducked and Emmanuelle's fist smacked into the hard wall. As she winced in pain, Jennifer grabbed Emmanuelle, swung her around and threw her into the wall again!

But as she threw her, Jennifer tripped as her loosened pants slid down around her knees. She hurriedly kicked them the rest of the way off while Emmanuelle slid down the wall onto her ass on the carpet.

While Jennifer discarded her pants, Emmanuelle started to crawl away to get a little break in what, so far, had been an even battle. But Jennifer reached and grabbed Emmanuelle by one leg of her baggy slacks and held her as she crawled up her body. Once Jennifer was laying on Emmanuelle's legs, she began ripping at the waist of her pants which was merely an elastic band without buttons. After a brief tussle, Jennifer managed to pull the pants down to Emmanuelle's thighs, then standing up she pulled them down her legs and off. Jennifer fell on her back where she'd started, but now she had Emmanuelle's pants in her hands.

"God, your clothes just don't wanna stay on! I guess they don't think your body compliments them very well," she teased.

Emmanuelle rolled over and turned around facing Jennifer as she got to her knees. Both women rested on their knees wearing only their lace panties; Jen in red and Emmanuelle in black.

"Fucking bitch, you keep talking about my body," Emmanuelle sneered. "Didn't you and Rachel almost have it out in the back of that truck?"

"Oh? You think you wanna put THAT body up against ME?" Jen laughed as she and Emmanuelle got up and moved toward each other.

"I think it'd be a pretty even battle," Emmanuelle said confidently as she took a deep breath to expand her huge chest.

They came together and their breasts compressed into the other, then they stepped back and slapped together again as they both let out a little 'unnnnhhh' sound.

Jennifer had more experience at this and she started sliding her body up and down. Emmanuelle got the worst of it for a little while, but then she stepped back and came forward swinging her heavy boobs from side to side, smacking Jen's boobs back and froth using hers like boxing gloves. As Jen's boobs were rocking from this battering, she started twisting her own body and the SLAP-SLAP of the four breasts smacking into each other went on for minutes. Both girls had tears running from their eyes when they grabbed the other's hair and just held on as they pounded their massive mammaries into each other.

"Give up....UGH.....you're....UGH.... losing," Emmanuelle gaped through her tears.

"NO....UGH...you're losing....UGH... you pathetic....UGH... bitch" Jennifer said with tears streaming down from her eyes as well.

As they continued to beat breast on breast, neither woman seemed to be winning. After a good seven minutes of boob bashing, they fell together and Emmanuelle knocked Jennifer off her feet onto her back. Emmanuelle fell on top of her and mashed her boobs down on Jennifer's as she used her hair to hold Jennifer's head on the floor. Emmanuelle pressed her boobs down harder onto Jennifer's, rising up and slamming back down.

"Say it," Emmanuelle demanded. "Admit mine are better!"

Jen still had two handfuls of Emmanuelle's hair and pulled her close to her body. Jennifer was crying but she didn't think it showed defeat as she could feel Emmanuelle's tears dripping on her shoulder as she gasped, "Nev...errr."

She tried to use all the power of her arms and legs to throw Emmanuelle off of her as she bridged upward, but Emmanuelle blocked her attempts and even pressed her breasts down further onto Jennifer's boobs which were flattened by Emmanuelle's weight, pressure and the inexorable pull of gravity.

The fifth time Jennifer bucked upward, she managed to get Emmanuelle off to the side and she quickly drove her knee straight out between Emmanuelle's legs as she opened them trying to push back up on top of Jennifer. The knee sent quivers through Emmanuelle's entire body as she gasped in pain. Jennifer gave Emmanuelle a push and rolled away, sitting up against the wall massaging her breasts which felt like they were on fire, her once proud perky nipples now compressed inward more then she ever remembered them being before.

This shook Jennifer more than anything she'd endured so far. Her one true salvation had always been that, any woman, no matter her size, would never have better boobs than her. Now, she had to wonder if that were still true. This bitch in front of her was starting to wear her breasts down. As she looked up, Jennifer saw Emmanuelle was also massaging her breasts as she recovered.

"You're going to pay now,' Jennifer thought as Emmanuelle used one hand on the bed to lift herself up. "You're going to pay for taking away the one thing I always knew was mine and only mine."

Jennifer grabbed Emmanuelle by the hair and fell backward, pulling her with her as she scissored her legs around Emm's waist.

"Now we'll see what they can take," Jennifer thought as she reached over and grabbed onto one of Emm's boobs, digging her fingernails in as deep as she could as Emmanuelle screamed bloody murder.

"Now you're in MY world, you little bitch, how does it feel," Jennifer hissed as she dug in deeper still. (Thinking to herself, "How's it feel Rachel?"

Rachel Leigh Cook was still peering through the partially open connecting door from her room, wondering if Jen was talking about her or Rachel Stevens. She pitied Emmanuelle but she knew she had to let the fight go on. Not only did Emmanuelle need these Hollywood lessons but she didn't need to give Jennifer any more reason to hate her.

"Who's tougher now, you lousy Brit?" Jennifer gasped as she squeezed her legs.

That clinched it for Rachel about just which Rachel Jen was talking about. But she was surprised by what happened next.

"I'm.....aaaaaaaahhhhhh.... Canadian!" Emmanuelle snarled as she got her hands up and pressed her thumbs into Jennifer's eyes until she released the scissors, let go of her hair and, most important, let her breast fall from her clawing fingers.

Emmanuelle was fighting on pure adrenaline! She turned herself around onto Jennifer's body while keeping her thumbs pressed into her eyes, then let go and immediately slammed her with a knee! Jennifer's legs immediately started to curl up, but with Emmanuelle between them they couldn't. Instead, Emmanuelle started pounding punches down into Jennifer's pussy. Then some to Jen's stomach!

"You fucking slut, no wonder you can't win! You never keep your mind on the fight you're in. Well, let me clue you in. MY name isn't Rachel, it's Emmanuelle," grinding her fingers into one tit, ".....Chriqui." And then the other tit. "Got it?"

Emmanuelle lifted Jen by her tits and tossed her on the bed, falling onto it with her still holding tight to her tits. Emmanuelle knew it would only be a matter of time before Jen screamed out her surrender.

Then she heard Rachel Leigh Cook behind her scream, "LOOK OUT!!"

Jennifer ad somehow grabbed the clock radio off the night stand next to the bed and nailed Emmanuelle in the head with it, knocking her damn near unconscious. Jennifer rolled over on top of Emmanuelle and pulled her knees up against the dazed brunette's hips.

"I'm ending this right now," Jennifer announced as she pressed her boobs down over Emmanuelle's face, hugging her head to get the most from the bare breast bearhug.

Emmanuelle struggled briefly, but her struggling soon slowed and then ended completely. Just in case, Jennifer kept it on a little longer. She'd had had to fight through a lot of pain to finally end it like this and she blinked back tears as she slowly peeled her big, sweaty breasts away from Emmanuelle's flushed face.

Jen grabbed Emmanuelle by the arm and dragged her off the bed, letting her fall to the floor THUMP, then dragged her body out of her own room and tossed her naked and unconscious in the hall.

"Silly me," Jennifer told the oblivious girl's body. "I forgot to get myself a room, so I'll just take yours."

Just at that moment, Rachel Leigh Cook came out of her own room and screamed at Jennifer, "You bitch! She had you beat and you cheated! And I face you, I won't stop until you're bleeding from every part of your body and begging me to stop."

"Dream on, no chest," Jennifer chuckled. "You better coddle your girlfriend here, it looks like she just lost her first fight. Ha!"

Rachel started to come into the room to go after Jennifer, but she slammed the connecting door in her face. When she heard the lock click, she ran back into her room and into the hall, but by then Jennifer had locked that door too. Rachel knelt beside Emmanuelle and held her limp body in her arms as she slowly rocked back and forth, whispering to her unconscious new friend.