Sunny wanted a young, tough fighter to teach Laetitia a lesson, and she didn't have to think too much about the name: Silvia Saint! The blonde, gorgeous porn star was only waiting for a high-class opponent to fall under her nails so when Sunny told the Eastern European girl about her plan, Silvia was obviously happy.

"Let's do it! But there is only one problem, how can we convince Laetitia to do it? I mean, I doubt that she will risk her ass to fight in an underground club like ours. What do you suggest?"

Sunny thought about it for a while, and then smiled wickedly, "I have the good idea. It's neat. Just be prepared for the match on Sunday afternoon. I'm sure Laetitia will accept."
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A couple of hours later, Sunny finally found the European beauty at a hotel downtown where Laetitia was enjoying a few hours of freedom before her next photo shot. Despite her actress career was making good progresses, Laetitia continued to have some parts as a model for some high-profile companies. This time, it was L'Oreal that finally, after more than a decade with Andie McDowell, decided it was time to use Laetitia also in the USA, after the huge success gathered in Europe and Canada.

Laetitia was sipping a cup of cappuccino when Sunny approached her and said, "Hi, Laetitia, nice to meet you!"

Laetitia was a little reluctant. "Who the hell is this lady?" she thought, but politely replied "Hmmm.. I don't think I've had the pleasure to meet you before. What's you name?"

"Oh yes, I am sorry; I'm Sunny McKay the world famous... well...porn star!"

It was clear to Sunny Laetitia didn't remember their brief encounter at the Theron match; which was good!!

"Ah, I see..." said Laetitia, clearly surprised but sure she wanted nothing to do with this 'low class' woman anymore. She drank what was left in the cup and smiled back to Sunny dismissing her with a phrase she reserved for fawning fans, annoying media and lecherous old men who accosted her in public, "It was nice to meet you, but now I have to go and prepare to..." Sunny grabbed her arm, firmly and Laetitia spun around, her eyes flashing with anger. "What do you want, now?" she hissed, looking Sunny straight in the eyes, ready to slap her if she held her grip more than five seconds.

To the great disappointment of a couple of guests who had followed the scene, this didn't happen as Sunny let go Laetitia's arm, before speaking again.

"I saw your match against Charlize Theron, and I must say that you were good. (Here Sunny had really to play the best part of her life not to burst into laughter as she was saying that to the girl she thought was one of the wimpiest fighter in the whole catfight circuit). We have our own little underground circuit, doing catfights and ummm.. sexfights…between hot actresses, hot porn stars, and hot..."

"I don't see how this can interest me," interrupted Laetitia, icily. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I REALLY have to go..."

"Listen, Laetitia, I know if this isn't really the kind of fights you're into, but consider this, we have a very select audience. There's no taping or filming the match since, as you know neither the combatants nor the people in the audience want to be recognized in the future. However, our fighters appear for free but the audience pays very well! You have no idea how much some people would pay for the chance to see Angelina Jolie or... well, Laetitia Casta…in action. But here's the interesting point, WE don't keep the money for ourselves. We sponsor these fights just because we like it. The money..." Sunny paused as she appeared to be choking up with emotion. "Do you know how little it takes to support the education of a child in India or in Rwanda? I'll tell you, it's nothing compared to what we take int. We only pay expenses, all the rest goes straight into a charity. We all have fun and people can rejoice at our fun. How does THAT sound?"

Laetitia was stunned! Never she had thought something like that even existed. She looked at Sunny, biting her lip, only one thought kept running through her mind. "You said, 'No cameras,' right?"

"That's right, Laetitia. Nobody will be filming or taking pictures, we even have an agreement with the paparazzi that ensures they won't stake out the place and take pictures of people entering or leaving. In exchange, we give them exclusive access to other events and venues where the audience is less squeamish about being seen. You in?" Laetitia smiled and nodded. "Sunday at 5 PM," Sunny with an air of finality. "A limo will pick you up here."

As she rose and turned to walk away, Sunny couldn't help smirking as she left Laetitia to her other commitments.
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Sunday evening when Laetitia swung her long legs out the door of her limo, she was met by Sunny who still had that same big smile plastered across her face. "So, how was you week?" Sunny asked, not really caring what Laetitia answered.

Sunny took Laetitia by the arm and led her to her dressing room. There the French beauty got undressed, leaving only a pair of red satin panties and black stockings. Then she took a last look at her gorgeous body in the mirror before putting on a white bathrobe before rejoining Sunny. Together, they walked towards the room designated for the fight. Sunny pointed a door, and opened it, stepping behind Laetitia and slipping her robes from her shoulders. Laetitia hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward and peered into the darkened room, unable to quite see who or what was awaiting her in there.

"Wait a second, I don't want to..." Laetitia tried to turn back toward Sunny but it was too late! Not giving her the opportunity to finish her sentence, the devious blonde shoved the European beauty inside the room and slammed the door. Laetitia reached for the door knob but once again it was too late. It was closed and there was no knob on this side. Clearly something wasn't right! Laetitia beat her fists on the door a couple of time in anger, but nothing happened. "What the hell... " she muttered, cursing Sunny's treachery.

Then, the lights suddenly went on and Laetitia blinked against the glare of the harsh lights as she whirled around. There, in the middle of the room stood a gorgeous, naked blonde, a smirk on her lips and her hands on her hips!

"Ready to fight, Frenchie?" cooed Silvia, smiling with smug superiority.

Laetitia was pissed off! She was pissed that bitch McKay had double-crossed her. She was pissed that cunt McKay had lied to her about the setting! But what really pissed her off the most was what she saw behind and on either side of Silvia Saint…two, NO…FOUR cameras already filming what was going to happen in the room. And without even looking, Laetitia was pretty sure there were probably at least four more cameras behind her back! Sighing, Laetitia knew there was only one thing she could do.

"I don't even know your name, but you look like a real slut!" said Laetitia, trying to buy time before she would be foreced to begin the fight. She was trying to focus the room, to find out if there was something she could use against her opponent - or vice versa! But, needless to say, there wasn't. "You ARE a pooooorn star, right?" Laetitia sneered, curling her lip as she drew out the pronunciation of 'porn'. "Well, you sure LOOK like one! You're so ugly it's no wonder the only job you could get was flat on your back with your scrawny legs spread wide!!"

"My name is Silvia Saint, BITCH!!" Silvia growled. "And you will cry out my name loud before I'm done with you. Prepare to cum like you've never cum before you French TART!!" Silvia snarled as she pushed her tits out, challenging Laetitia to a titfight.

"This will never happen! I have experience, I have kick many girl's ass in the past, don't you know?" said Laetitia, brushing her hair behind her ear and shaking her tits as if she were ready to accept the challenge.

"Oh yeah? Like who? Kelly Brook? Neve Campbell? It's funny, because I heard just about everyone kicks your ass!!!"

Laetitia fumed at her derogatory comment and seriously considered grabbing Silvia's stiff nipples and pulling them right off her obviously fake tits. On the other hand, Laetitia was also eager to show the blonde Czech how good she really could be in a titfight - so she made up her mind to go for it! Accepting Silvia's challenge, Laetitia pressed her tits into Silvia's, rubbing them so the nipples rubbed together.

Laetitia's softer, but bigger, tits immediately provoked Silvia's already stiff nipples to harden even more; bringing a satisfied grin to the French beauty's lips. "Seems like you're enjoying it, eh slut? Bigger and better! That's what MY tits are!"

However, Laetitia's smile proved short-lived as, reaching around and grabbing Laetitia's ass, Silvia bent her knees and slid her tits down on Laetitia's, then straightened up, driving her hard nipples up into the soft, sensitive flesh on the underside of Laetitia's jugs. When she slammed her rock-hard tits into Laetitia's softer ones, the French beauty moaned, clearly accusing Silvia's action. Noticing how quickly Laetitia's nipples were responding to her rough treatment, Silvia repeated the move!

"Ohhhhhh....." groaned Laetitia, allowing herself to be temporarily distracted from the fight by Silvia's tactics.

"You like it, uh titty fight girl?" came Silvia's sharp retort. "Well, let's give you some MORE!" Silvia stabbed upward again and although Laetitia tried to fight back, she discovered Silvia's tits were far different from Charlize's. Not only were they larger and fuller, they were definitely nowhere near as sensitive and a few blows weren't enough to turn the match as Laetitia realized very quickly. Despite her tit-jiggling against Silvia's, Laetitia was the one moaning in pleasure.

"You think you're so high-class, bitch? Well, what do your high-class tits think about THIS?" grunted Silvia as she abruptly stopping Laetitia's feeble counterattack by ramming her tits hard up into Laetitia's tender undersides.

As she thrust upward, Silvia lifted her arms behind Laetitia's back. Laetitia tried to copy her move but her arms felt weak and instead dropped to her sides. As Silvia continued her grind, Laetitia realized she wasn't even fighting back! Silvia shifted her action, and resumed her up and down scrubbing movement over Laetitia's tits. Unable to respond to the treatment, Laetitia rested her head on Silvia's shoulder, holding her hips and straining to get support from her legs as they started to buckle.

"I KNEW IT!!" Silvia shouted triumphantly. "YOU LIKE IT…" Then she hissed in Laetitia's ear, "….you cheap slut!" as Laetitia was audibly whining in pleasure. "Well, too bad for you my dear, but I won't waste my precious tits subduing your useless udders!" cooed the blonde. Stepping back a few steps, Silvia chuckled as Laetitia collapsed to her knees, her trembling hands clasped over her tits as to shield them from any more of Silvia's brutal attacks. "I actually wanted you to go DOWN!"

Silvia drove a powerful kick with her right foot to Laetitia's throbbing back and as Laetitia hit the ground face down, Silvia pressed down hard on with her foot, grinding Laetitia's breasts on the carpet. Laetitia feebly tried to rise, but it was hopeless! Silvia gave her another kick, sending her back down, then with Laetitia stunned, Silvia got on her knees and gently rolled Laetitia's panties down on her legs, caressing Laetitia's ass with one hand.

"Hmm, nice ass…for a slut!" whispered Silvia as her fingers cupped and squeezed Laetitia's pale cheeks.

Laetitia tried to fight back, but Silvia grabbed her hair with one hand and slashed her face on the floor, then she rolled her over onto her back, grabbed a handful of Laetitia' pubic hair and tugged hard, lifting her hips and ass off the floor.

The intense pain somehow revived the brunette, who yelped in confusion, "Oh…oh…oh…oh…m…my pussy… hurts… let… let… gooooooooo… ohhhh!!!!"

Silvia looked at her with a superior grin, "Oh, this is just the start, baby!"

But in her smugness, Silvia hadn't expected Laetitia's desperation to drive her to the next move. As the pain increased in Laetitia's body, the brunette found the way to coordinate her movements and threw her hands in front of her, finding Silvia's hanging breast. Cupping both tits with her hands, Laetitia gave Silvia's melons a good squeeze, before raking her mails on them. Summoning her forces, Laetitia bent forward, and sank her teeth down hard on Silvia's right nipple.

"Ahhhrgghhhh, what are you doing?" was Silvia's worried comment.

Laetitia used her irregular teeth to chew on Silvia's tender tit, but this did not stop Silvia from yanking at her pubic hair. In addition, the blonde brought the other hand on Laetitia's hair, trying to pull the brunette's face away from her chest. However, the more she pulled the more the pain in her tit, since Laetitia did not lose her hold.

The two remained in that position for a while, with none of them managing to win the contest. Then, Silvia gave a particularly hard tug on Laetitia's pubic hair, and the brunette couldn't resist any more. As soon as she opened her mouth to scream in anguish, the blonde pulled hard on her hair, driving Laetitia's head away from her sore chest.

"You will pay for that, stupid French whore!" said Silvia who was growing more pissed off. Without waiting for Laetitia's feeble, incoherent answer, Silvia wrapped her legs around Laetitia's stomach. "It looks like you're particularly weak to the power of legs, right?" cooed the blonde, starting her scissors.

Laetitia was completely overpowered by the evil, sexy blonde. Silvia was holding on Laetitia's hair with the right hand, while the left one was on Laetitia's pussy. Smiling wickedly, Silvia jammed three fingers inside Laetitia's love box, releasing a little the pressure on Laetitia's stomach.

"Ohhhh, oh yes Silvia, I .. I ... like it... " moaned Laetitia, as Silvia began fingering her hard.

"Oh yeah? Well, good for you!!" answered Silvia, reapplying the leg-scissors at full strength.

"Oh, nooooo, nooo... " yelled Laetitia, trashing her legs for the immense pain, her back arched by Silvia's hair and pussy holds.

"Was that a 'no' or a 'yes'?" asked Silvia, easing the pressure once again.

Focused only on the pleasure from Silvia's expert fingering of her pussy, Laetitia could only scream, "Yessssssssss, yes, yes..." Cruelly, Silvia repeated the full cycle several more times until Laetitia's pride surrendered and she exploded in a loud, long orgasm. Her legs shaking, her tits jiggling, her mouth drooling saliva all over her cheeks, and of course her pussy pouring out her juices….Laetitia was one well-beaten woman!

Silvia allowed her to collapse on the floor, completely spent. However, the French brunette wasn't completely satisfied. Sliding her hands over her body, Laetitia reached for her own pussy, mindlessly murmuring and moaning, "Please…please… more... "

Silvia laughed with pleasure at the sight of the consequences of her action on the less expert Laetitia. Snapping her fingers, she caressed Laetitia's hair, purring, "Oh yes, slut, you will have more, no doubt... but since you're so horny, here's someone to help with you out with your little problem!"

Again the entrance door opened and Laetitia slowly raised her head, just in time to see her nightmare coming true as, standing right in front of her, she saw….Charlize Theron dressed with black leather top and short-shorts. At the end of her long, long legs she wore a pair of stiletto heels on her feet.

Charlize gave a long, hard glare at Laetitia, their eyes locking as she opened her mouth and spoke, "It seems like we met again, LaeTITia! Good for me - not so good for you..."

Charlize threw one of two strap-on dildos she was holding to Silvia, keeping the other for herself. The two blondes strapped the plastic phalluses on, then Silvia bent and grabbed a fistful of Laetitia's hair. "On all four, slut, I'm sure you will enjoy this..." Silvia said as she dropped to her knees behind Laetitia, gently pushing her dildo between Laetitia's thighs into her well-lubricated pussy. As Laetitia felt the object being forced inside, she let out a long, low moan of pleasure. Silvia looked up at Charlize and chuckled, "I told you; this one is such a hot bitch....".

"Well, lets see how she can handle it! C'mere, bitch!" Charlize growled as she stuffed her dildo in Laetitia's mouth just as she opened it to scream!

Laetitia was completely powerless; she could only obey her mistresses orders. As soon as Charlize felt Laetitia's body spasm from the pleasure Silvia was giving her, she removed her dildo and pulled Laetitia's nose between her legs. Using Laetitia's hair to move and control her face, Charlize began to hump Laetitia's nose and lips, her eyes closed and her head leaned back..

"Yeah, yeah. That's good... great..."

Laetitia let go another cry of pleasure, her love juices oozing out around the pumping shaft of Silvia's dildo. But Charlize wasn't done yet! Pushing Laetitia's nose hard, she buried it deep in her pussy, her hips thrusting and grinding until, finally, she too reaching her own orgasm!

"Ohhhhhh... I admit that this was good..." moaned Charlize, releasing Laetitia's hair and letting her body slump to the floor..

"That was funny... " said Silvia, pulling her dildo from Laetitia's pussy with a wet POP! As the brunette collapsed almost unconscious at Charlize's feet, Silvia picked up Laetitia's panties and used them to wipe the excess juice from her dildo. ".. who knows, maybe this slut will want to do it again someday soon?"

Rising, she reached for Charlize, hugged and kissed her before she headed for the door. "I'm glad you got your revenge, darling. Give Sunny my best."
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Laetitia would have remained on the floor with her ass in the air if it weren't for Sunny who revived her with a barrage of spanks to her asscheeks.

"That was a good show, Laetitia," laughed Sunny. "Very good in fact. But it's too bad you have to pay for it..."

"What?" Laetitia gasped. "But you said..."

"I said that this was for charity and that's true. We gave almost all the money we collected today to a charity - and since you were here, we told them that you were willing to give them $50,000 in the next few days."

Laetitia gulped, looking at Sunny in tears: "But I don't have that kind of money! And I can't anyway afford to give $50,000 dollars to charity..."

"No problem!" Sunny laughed. "Tell them you're not going to keep your promise. It'll be tough on your reputation…I mean, you can't possibly allow such thing to happen; think about the magazines and newspapers; nobody will offer you a contract anymore..."

Laetitia whined, "This wasn't in our plans….the cameras over there..."

"Oh yes, you're right. But listen, this may be your lucky day!" Sunny said as she handled Laetitia a videotape.

"What is this? The tape of this match? Oh, you cruel bitch..." moaned Laetitia, thinking she gave the correct the answer.

"Well, you're almost right. This is the ONLY tape of this match; I assure you!"

Laetitia looked at Sunny, perplexed. "You say that if I destroy this videotape nobody will know about this match, except the people who were here?"

"Yes, and they probably won't speak because they don't want to sully their own reputation among their friends or colleagues."

"So, if I destroy it..."

"This match will be erased! But on the other hand, I'm sure you can find someone among the people who were here tonight who'd be happy to pay $50,000 for the only copy of that videotape. They are really very rich..."

Laetitia looked at Sunny, eyes opened wide, "No, I can't do it... it's .. not possible..."

"Oh well, it's your choice. Just in case you change your mind, this is a list of the guests. Just to let you know, you'll have to go back to your dressing room now; we have to use this room for a bondage scene in five minutes. Of course, if you want to stay, maybe we could do another tape..."

Laetitia immediately rose on her feet, although still unsteadily and, holding the tape and the list, she stumbled and staggered back to her dressing room, unsure about the videotape's fate. In the hall, she passed Angelina Jolie who was clad in a black leather dominatrix outfit. She was carrying a bull whip and puffing on a cigar. Laetitia was glad she'd made the choice NOT to linger in the 'bondage room'. Now all she had to do was decide whether to allow her reputation for philanthropy to be besmirched or to contact the people on the list and offer the tape for sale to save her reputation.