BANG-BANG-BANG! The beautiful mystery woman was furious, banging on the door trying to get it open. She'd missed out on her personal pleasure because she hadn't followed instructions...no erotic Jungle Catfight for her!

"Get away from that door!" a sultry voice shouted. Beautiful mystery woman turned to see an attractive brunette motioning her to come. Reluctantly, she followed the beautiful attendant. "Now lady, listen up. IF you want your personal fantasy to happen, follow directions. We prepared for your special desire to be met completely - yes, sweetie, that hot catfight you so deeply want - with ALL the requested extras. The women you want will be arriving soon, so take your 'newspaper' and go to the little girls room, get your instructions and hoof it back to your seat. Pronto, capiche?"

Beautiful mystery woman nodded, took a last longing look at the tall, lovely brunette attendant, picked up her 'newspaper' (surveillance-high-tech video gizmo) and stepped into the small room. Wow, it was plush! She unbuttoned her bulky heavy coat and looked at herself in the mirror. She was frazzled! She brushed her beautiful hair back, grabbed a drink and reached for the instructions. She fairly tore the envelope open as she noticed a tray full of delicious food and next to it were a stack of sandwiches, some candy and a luscious bowl of fruit.

"Dear Beautiful mystery woman, we're ready to fulfill your special fantasy completely - only follow the instructions this time (YOU DITZ!) Sorry, the sandwiches are for you (but not the gourmet items) and, yes, the candy IS for you but the Fruit is NOT!) We know you're a might frazzled, but FOLLOW DIRECTIONS! (The gown, makeup, shower items - Sorry, not for you). You may use the regular soap, change into the blouse - WE DO MAGIC THINGS and remember, follow the instructions...PLEASE!)

“GRRRRRRRR! @#$%$#@!” The beautiful mystery woman swallowed hard, her blood boiling. She'd missed one catfight adventure, now she had to forego a wonderful hot shower, an exquisite, sensual gown, (and it was exactly her size too!), the best perfumes, lotions, etc. And those stupid sandwiches vs. fantastic gourmet delights - and CANDY? (her favorite brand!). But say no to that luscious, mouthwatering fruit - especially the strange looking exotic stuff...beautiful mystery woman studied the directions and looked at the blouse. It was revealing yes, but ordinary. TEMPTATION! DECISION TIME...LUXURY VS ORDINARY...CANDY vs. FRUIT... beautiful mystery woman grabbed the soap and turned on the water.

“#$%$#@ BAM! @#$#@#$!” a bar of soap bounces off mirror; luscious, sensuous, frustrated, frazzled and oh, so horny beautiful mystery woman is soon 'singing in the shower'. The gourmet delights were positively delightful. She slipped the gown on and beautiful mystery woman's breasts bulged erotically in the tight, silky material, her super sensitive thick nipples soon grew rock-hard. She was so horny, and getting hotter every second as she wolfed one piece after another of the strange, deliciously sweet fruit.

She grabbed her 'newspaper' and reached for the latch. It turned with a loud metallic click. Locked! She shook the handle, tried turning it, but nothing budged it.

A flashing sign illuminated over the door, "Still don't want to follow instructions? SO SORRY!" It was signed, "OR ELSE!" Then a serious, but sympathetic, voice from a small hidden speaker, "Go ahead, take a peek at your newspaper!"

Beautiful mystery woman frantically grabbed the newspaper and soon was watching the tiny paper-thin video. Many beautiful women were coming into the plane and one sat right next to HER empty seat. They women were all gorgeous, all wearing gowns or beautiful dresses; and many had already started to bicker and taunt one another. Beautiful mystery woman grabbed the door latch, it was locked! She heard screams and yells coming from the plane. The action had started! She kicked the door in frustration!

"WOW!" Charlize gushed breathlessly as she looked around at the plane filling with drop-dead gorgeous women. She recognized several as they took their seats, but they all looked so young - even ones who she knew should look far older. Either they kept themselves up superbly, or the crew of this flight really could work magic. "Must be that MAGIC thing!" she thought. "'Cause this time even the plane looks different and the seats are sure more comfortable; more leg room between rows, something she valued with her long stems. Even the aisles were wider!

Three beautiful new flight attendants buzzed around wearing the finest, most sensual attire. Charlize watched one lovely woman adjust her chair so it leaned back...right into the lap of the beauty behind her. "OUCH! Hey, watch out! That hurt. Watch what you're doing bitch!"

Then she leaned forward and grabbed the inconsiderate woman by the hair and....

"Hurry up honey!" a voice behind Charlize snapped, giving her a sharp spank on her firm, round butt. The flights flickered off as she was shoved from behind and bumped into the woman in front of her.

"OOPS, SORRY!" Charlize muttered.

"You'd better be sorry, you clumsy cunt!" came the gruff retort.

Fighting the urge to give the brunette a slap, Charlize hustled her ass down the aisle and dove into her seat. The other women were all seated except for two beautiful blondes all the way up front so Charlize dropped into a seat in the back of first class, center aisle, with an empty seat next to her. She looked around, it was loud; noisy, most of the lovelies were already trading insults, threats and challenges. She studied their faces and it finally dawned on her - no wonder it was so noisy, so much tension, cattiness - all the women were soap stars! Then screams and shouts exploded up front and Charlize craned her neck just in time to see one blonde backhand the other hard!

"You bitch! I'm gonna' kill you!" Donna Mills shouted as she buried her hands in Joan Van Ark's long silky hair. Charlize jumped to her feet with several others; this was gonna be good. Donna, from 'Knots Landing' was intent on killing her costar, Joan. She was all over her, pulling hair and slapping. Between slaps, she paused long enough to tear Joan's flimsy blouse wide open. Joan screamed, tripped Donna and suddenly Charlize found herself moving closer to get a better view. Now Joan was on top and Donna's short dress was riding high on her beautiful legs, both sexy thighs exposed. Joan's fingers had ripped holes in Donnas sexy pantyhose but Donna reached up and grabbed Joan's breast. Joan slapped the hand away and began slapping Donnas face furiously. The gorgeous blonde tried desperately to block the slaps, but Joan punched her, grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it open. The light fabric tore easily, then another punch to that gorgeous face and Donna's beautiful blues filled with tears. Joan ripped her black lace bra down and sank her nails into Donna's firm, beautiful breasts. Donna screamed and kicked her beautiful legs in the air helplessly.

With a chuckle, someone observed in obvious delight," I think Joan's winnin', don't you?" Delighted with the outcome, Charlize headed back toward her seat.

CRASH! "You clumsy bimbo!" lovely blonde flight attendant Heather Locklear snarled when Charlize turned right into her and knocked her tray of drinks crashing to the floor.
"I'm so very sor...SLAP! The impatient Locklear whipped her open hand to Charlize's cheek! WHAM! Charlize sucked air as fingers took a grip on her luxurious hair.

"This has been a wild dream of mine for a longgggg, longgggg time," Charlize snarled as she drove her fist into Heather's left breast, sending her stumbling back into a brunette standing behind her. As she windmilled back, the brunette's hands wrapped around the rude attendant, her arms were strong, fast and attached to lightning fast fingers that shredded the front of the flight attendant's uniform. They dug went deep into helpless blondes' full breasts.

"NICE CATCH!" Charlize praised as she looked into the eyes of her friend the brunette guide. "So glad you came back. Perfect timing!"

"Yeah, well, I missed you too, you blonde ditz! Besides, I've always wanted to have some fun with Uppity 'Miss I think I'm Soooo HOT Locklear here!"

Heather practiced her high notes as Charlize and the lovely-Asian guide squeezed, slapped, twisted, pulled and pinched her beautiful breasts and tormented her thick nipples.

"Excuse me, could I please join the fun?" said a voice from behind Charlize.

"Why sure, if you want, you can have this bitch ALL to yourself," Charlize said with a sigh of relief.

The newcomer, Pamela Sue Martin, gave Heather a hard slap, a couple of solid punches, then grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away from Charlize's friendly guide. The Asian latched onto the back of Heather's gown as Pamela pulled her away and it came apart in her hands. Heather screamed as she was reduced to just her French-cut panties and heels.

"Come along Heather, lets go have some fun," Pamela said as she took Heather by the hair and a nipple, leading her to a nearby seat. Not surprisingly, Heather did NOT look at all happy about the unexpected turn of events.

"Ladies, please take your seats!" the voice sounded condescending, demanding.

Charlize watched her friend bristle at the voice. "We'll do what we want, LADY!" she said as she turned to the rude attendant.

The flight attendant said with a smirk, "No, you will do what I TELL YOU. And do it NOW. Get those cute little butts back in your seats!"

"Hey! You have no right to order them around!" a beautiful black woman shouted. "Back off Kate, go on about your business-directing traffic, pouring drinks, whatever!"

Diahann Carroll stepped forward, getting in Kate O'Mara's face. Two lovely women confronting each other; ready to settle a score. Both Charlize and her friend stepped back slowly. They wanted to see this play out and didn't want to interrupt. Kate was in an expensive, tight-fitting red gown with a high slit up the side showing her lovely legs. Diahann wore a gorgeous gown with a deep plunging neckline. She looked very angry and Charlize knew Diahann had long harbored a big dislike for Kate. Of course, Kate had similar feelings and had always been rude to Diahann, saying cruel, mean things to her and about her every chance she got. They moved together slowly, deliberately and the women in the nearby seats actually stopped bickering and squabbling to watch.

"I'm gonna pound you silly, then strip you naked!" Kate threatened.

Diahann smiled as she kicked off her heels, laughing to herself. The thought of strangling a topless Kate with her bare hands made Diahann feel really good. While Diahann was daydreaming, Kate lunged and swung her fist but Diahann sidestepped, caught her arm and flipped her butt into an empty seat. She grabbed Kate by the back of the gown and started to tear as she pulled her back up. Kate shot a fist deep into Diahann's stomach and the black woman's eyes bulged as she doubled over gasping, her huge breasts swelling dangerously out of her gown. Grinning, Kate reached down, grabbed the front of Diahann's gown and gave a yank. With a rending sound, the sheer material came apart to expose a sturdy black lace, plunge bra. Diahann twisted away and fired a punch to Kate's stomach and now Kate gasped. Diahann grabbed her hair, yanked her around and with a hard shove, sent her stumbling headfirst down the aisle. In her uncontrolled careening, Kate twisted her ankle and went down hard with a loud yelp of pain.

"Oh, lemme help you up hon!" Diahann laughed as she grabbed the back of the gown again. RIIIPPPPPP! The gown split clean down the back leaving it barely clinging to her shoulders!

"AIIIEEEEE!" Kate screamed as she was turned around by the hair for another yank down the front that left the brunette totally topless, her dress around her hips and her small breasts jiggling as she struggled unsuccessfully to break free of Diahann's grasp. A solid punch to the jaw stunned her; Diahann's free hand shot to her breast, took a firm grip and squeezed as hard as she could. Diahann even provided commentary to those nearby.

"Um, nice! Firm, but too small!" Diahann laughed as she pinched the pink nipple until Kate screamed, her face bright red.

“YEOWWW!” But this cry wasn't from Kate, but Diahann who screamed when Kate stomped her stiletto heel down on her foot! Kate smiled as she broke free, spun around and jumped on Diahann's back. She rode her down fairly easily, aided by a flurry of fists to Diahann's head and back - not hard ones, but solid. She wrestled Diahann's right bra strap down over her shoulder, tangling her arm and unfurling a huge beautiful dark breast. The dark nipple stiffened instantly and Kate reached for it...only to be caught flush with a solid punch to the face as Diahann lurched around. Diahann was mad - and embarrassed! She tried to cover her bare breast with one hand, a HUGE mistake in such close quarters! Kate pummeled Diahann, driving several hard punches to her face! Diahann was reeling and Kate jumped up and put her in a tight headlock Then of all things, she pinched Diahann's nose shut with her free hand as she slowly stood up, hauling a wide-eyed Diahann up with her. Diahann slammed her elbow back into Kate's belly and as she sucked air, she lost the headlock. Diahann stepped back, cocked her fist and got ready to lay into Kate.

"AURGHHHHH!" Diahann grunted as a hard, bony fist smashed low into her back. Kate smiled, she'd been lucky, but now she aimed a fist at the grunting Diahann's left breast. POW!! The uppercut shot the lovely big breast halfway out of its cup.

"No need to wear this any more," Kate said in a sneering, rasp as she slipped around behind Diahann.

"NO!" Diahann yelped as she felt fingers releasing her bra.

Kate pulled it off and threw herself on Diahann, digging her talons into her rivals huge, dark, beautiful breasts just as Joan Collin's beautiful leg shot out behind Diahann and tripped her. Kate just bowled Diahann over and as she landed on her back, Kate landed on top of her.

"I got her now," Kate snickered. "Thanks for the help, Joan!"

Kate straddled Diahann, attacking her breasts and face with slaps and punches.

Then, suddenly, someone else spoke up, "Hey, that's not fair you sneaky bitch!" It appeared cheating, conniving, nasty, dirty Joan Collins who was about to get a big dose of her own medicine!

"So you like to fight dirty, huh?" Charlize said as she dragged Joan away by the hair.

"What the hell?" Joan shrieked. A beautiful brunette who was extremely skilled at this style of fighting, Joan was having her gown shreded. 'The Queen of Mean' felt her bra being pulled down, then long, strong fingers clamped onto her breasts; squeezing, pinching, twisting! Joan was screaming and bawling like a sick cow as she tried desperately to fend off attacks by both Charlize and her Asian girlfriend.

"Double-teaming is fun," Charlize chirped as she grabbed Joan's full breasts. "How's this feel, you old bat?" she asked as she squeezed the squirming brunettes pride-and-joys while her Asian girlfriend twisted Joan's arm back in a hammerlock.

"EEEEEK!" Charlize squealed as her scalp explode in pain from her hair being jerked by Catherine Oxenberg. SMACK! A slap reddened Charlize's pretty face but she ducked Catherine's fist and it whizzed past her ear. "UGHHHHH!" Charlize grunted when Catherine's next punch hit its mark! Then suddenly, a hand grabbed Charlize's right arm while another wrapped around her waist from behind!

"You like to double team eh? Well, so do WE!" a sultry voice whispered as fingers dug into the firm flesh of her left breast, squeezing through the sheer gown. Charlize was in trouble! She turned her head far enought to see her second attacker was Pamela Bellwood!

"Got to move fast and hit hard!" Charlize thought. "That pretty bitch Catherine seems to be drunk - and careless." She looked at Catherine again while Pamela tightened her grip on Charlize, she WAS beautiful! "Just about close enough...a little more. Charlize's' heart was pounding, she found herself enjoying it. "NOW!" POW! Charlize's foot snapped up into Catherine's crotch and her eyes went wide in shock as her knees buckled and she tottered back with her hands squeezed between her thighs!

"YIEEEEEE!" Pamela shrieked when Charlize's elbow shot back and flattened her left breast. Charlize was a whirlwind of action; another kick sent Catherine sailing headfirst into a seat, then she spun back and hammered two punches to Pamela's face; the first bloodying her nose, then as Pam raised her hands to her nose Charlize grabbed the front of her gown and yanked down. Both beautiful breasts were bared as the bodice of the dress ended up below her twin peaks of pale breast flesh. In shock, the 'dumb broad' dropped her hands to cover her tits and Charlize chuckled softly, "Nightie-nite!" as she slammed a solid punch into her lovely attacker.

"Oh no, please," said the look on Catherine's face when Charlize stepped over and hauled her to her feet by her long silky hair.

"Does pretty little Cathy want to go for a spin?" Charlize sneered.

"NOOOOoooo...!" Catherine screamed as Charlize swung her round by her hair - face-first into the wall. Yanking her head back by her hair, Charlize pulled down the front of Bellwood's gown and - presto - two pert breasts found freedom!

"Payback is such fun," Charlize chuckled as she dug her nails in and brought her knee up hard - meeting a solid pubic bone and her second opponent dropped like a rock. "WHEW! that was fun," Charlize thought, looking around.

Her girlfriend was enjoying Joan Collins and Charlize watched intently - with more than passing interest - as the nasty old broad got a lesson in female-to-female issues. Sighing happily, Charlize returned to her seat to watch the action. She could use a little rest anyway. In her seat she found a piece of that strange, delicious, refreshing fruit and took a bite as she watched a new battle erupt, one that promised to be a classic - a pretty brunette and a hot, lovely blonde - and aleady it looked like the brunette was in trouble.

THWACK! AIEEEEE!
SLAP! OWWWWWW!
WHACK! UHHHHHH! The blondes hard slaps rocked the attractive brunette back one step at a time as she desperately, but unsuccessfully, tried to dodge or block them.

"Hit her, don't run you coward! Slap her back!" Charlize urged the brunette. It was strange that THIS time she was for a brunette over a blonde, but only because she loved brunette Susan Lucci and hated bitchy, conniving blonde Morgan Fairchild.

"Stop it! NO! P-please!" Susan pleaded when Morgan's slapping changed to punching.

"Look out! OH! Ouch, bet that hurt. Oh-oh, she's gonna' rip your..." Charlize gasped as Morgan drove a punch straight down onto Susan's left breast and then while she was frozen with pain, grabbed her gown and ripped it wide open down the front. Charlize swallowed hard as she stared hungrily at Susan's bare boob. Susan, her face flushed with embarrassment swung wildly at Morgan who made her regret her undisciplined attack. The wiry blonde ducked, drove forward and grabbed Susan by the throat, slamming her back hard against the wall as her free hand found and latching onto that same beautiful round, firm, bruised breast!

"Darn, she's in real trouble now...Oops, maybe NOT!!" Charlize thought as a beautiful brunette rushed the unsuspecting blonde from behind.

"This is sooo cool," Charlize gasped. "Two cute brunettes vs. a nasty - but lovely - blonde bitch!"

The new brunette tapped the blonde on the shoulder and when the startled Morgan turned around... POW! A forceful backhand knocked the blonde right on her ass, her gorgeous legs in the air. Morgan screamed as she got yanked back up by one very angry Tracy Scoggins! Susan Lucci just smiled as she sat on the floor watching Tracy bitchslap the stunned blonde around, first slaps and then punches! Tracy pummeled Morgan's face, belly, ribs and breasts but even as she battered her, Charlize could tell Tracy was holding back. She was fast and strong and seemed to really enjoy 'toying' with her perky blonde toy. Morgan was still beautiful - even when getting her ass kicked. She was wearing a short skirt, a frilly, low-cut blouse and heels and she looked particularly beautiful whenever her skirt rode up her thighs each time she took a fall...which was frequently.

"Alright, there goes her blouse! Nice catch, Susan!" Charlize chuckled as Tracy bent a shrieking Morgan back over a beverage cart, using a handful of luscious blonde hair to hold her in that painful position. "Yeah, here it comes - the fun part!" Susan approached Morgan, vulnerable now - really vulnerable with her chest thrust up, her beautiful breasts jiggling in a sheer lace beige bra. "Go for it Susan!" Charlize gasped, holding her breath and watching open-mouthed as Susan ripped Morgan's bra off. "Now for the fun...Yeah, she did it!"

Susan smiled devilishly as she slowly gathered Morgan's luscious breasts in her hands and then she dug in! Morgan struggled so hard the cart almost tipped over, sending beverage cans rolling around on the cabin floor. Tracy finally passed the whimpering, squirming, blonde over to Susan who quite happily took her by the hair and went to work. Charlize was enjoying herself watching Susan and Tracy controlling Morgan; plus the fruit she was munching was fantastic - and making her hornier by the second. But Charlize could see there was big trouble brewing for a couple of beauties in the rows just ahead of her! Linda Evans was sitting directly in front of Charlize, leaning forward in an intense discussion with Victoria Principal in the seat in front of her. Beside Victoria sat Linda Gray, a woman Victoria had problems with in the past. Now, Victoria was getting angry; surrounded by idiots with Linda Gray on her right and Linda Evans behind her.

"Will both of you Linda morons shut up!" Victoria finally exploded. "I want to get some rest. This really is a tragic situation - so unladylike! Grown women pulling hair and acting like schoolgirl brats!" She shook her head with indignation, adjusted her seat to the full recline, crossed her arms and lay back to relax and rest. Linda Evans smiled, winked at Linda Gray and both Linda's decided bratty Victoria needed her attitude adjusted. Charlize smiled as she saw Linda Evans lean forward to quietly and gently flick her fingers in Victoria's hair.

"Stop it!" Victoria snarled huffily.

Linda waited a few seconds, then repeated the torment. Linda Gray giggled as Victoria grabbed for Evans' hand and missed! A few seconds... another hair-flicking taunt... more giggles from Gray.

"If you don't cut that out," Victoria snarled. "I'm gonna kick both your whoring asses!"

"Oh, yeah? I dare you!" Linda Evans challenged.

Victoria raised both hands and flipped the bird to her tormentors simultaneously. Suddenly, the building tension was interrupted by a lovely - but very angry - young blonde who approached in a huff; making a beeline toward Linda Gray.

"You stupid old bag! $%@#$$#@" screamed Charlene Tilton as she tore into a surprised Linda with a rude, demeaning tirade about some trivial matter. Linda jumped up to respond and was met with a ringing slap.

"You little bitch!" Linda snapped as she returned the slap.

This time, Charlene buried her fist in Linda's stomach and all the air rushed out of her lungs as she sat heavily back down in her seat. The punch hurt like hell but Charlene wasn't done! She grabbed Linda's hair and slapped her face several times. Charlize, Linda Evans and Victoria were all stunned, rudely awakened and a bit annoyed with both of the Linda's although Victoria seemed quite pleased to see the young blonde slapping the hell out of her 'Dallas' costar. Charlene grabbed Linda's hair again and literally jerked her out of her seat into the aisle. Linda was finally starting to fight back but her gown was already hanging loose around her hips. She drove one punch to Charlene's soft tummy that slowed her, then grabbed two generous handfuls of blonde hair. They swayed back and forth in the aisle, their legs entangled, pulling each others hair brutally as Victoria and Linda Evans encouraged them both to greater violence. Charlize watched intently, so absorbed n the fight that she failed to see the threat to her girlfriend whose entire focus was still on Joan Collins!

"Stop it! Don't! I'll get you for this you stinking little slut! Stop that! I'll kill you!" Joan screamed; all nasty, but futile, threats at the lovely Asian who was enjoying teaching several new 'girl-girl' tricks to the evil Dynasty matriarch when...

SMASH! A hard blow to the back of the neck, surprised and temporarily disabled the Asian. Strong hands grabbed her dark hair and literally lifted her in the air, then slammed her back into the steel frame of a seat. “UHHHH!” WHACK followed by the loud CRACK of open hand hitting a lovely soft Asian cheek. The Asian was stunned, unable to defend herself when Charlize looked around in surprise and for the first time saw fear in her girlfriends eyes! Tracy Scoggins, a strong, fast, knowledgeable opponent, fairly well-matched to the Asian beauty had already positioned the dazed Asian for her next punch. Then - in an instant - Tracy made three HUGE mistakes in a row!

One - Do not mess with the Asian Dynamo;

Two - Do not telegraph your punches;

Three - Never, EVER, mess with the Asian babes' face!

Tracy's incoming fist hit nothing only air but the Asian's answering hammerfist connected just under her naval. An ordinary woman would've been toast and even Tracy gasped in pain, but she moved quickly - in the wrong direction! Two more punches it their intended targets, her jaw and her chin! She staggered right into another fist that mashed her groin, contorting her face in agony for an instant before a chop to her throat took her breath away. Then the Asian grabbed Tracy's lovely firm left breast and gave it a vicious squeeze!

"UGHHH!" Tracy's groan was barely audible but her eyes widened when she felt the Asian's hands reach around behind her neck.

"I think EVERYONE should see what ya got!" the Asian snarled as she untied the knot and RIPPPPPPP! The erotic catfight sound of tearing cloth filled the air. "May I have this?" the Asian shouted as she scooped up a plate of rich, gooey dessert from a nearby passenger and SMASH! Right in Tracy's gorgeous face. She concluded the one-sided demolition with a one-two combination - first to a lovely bare breast and finally to that creamy complexion. A humiliated and unconscious Tracy Scoggins went sprawling. The Asian stepped over her and licked her fingers as she headed back to rejoin Charlize for a rest.

"Catfightin's hard work!" she sighed as she collapsed into her seat.

"That was great!" Charlize exclaimed as she hugged her girlfriend. "You're so good!"

"It IS fun!" her girlfriend said. "But tiring. I think I'll watch for a while, hand me some of your fruit."

They both laughed, knowing the real reason they ate it. And there was plenty to watch too! Linda Gray and Charlene Tilton were still struggling, neither clearly winning although Linda's bra was almost completely off and Charlene had scattered quite a bit of Linda's hair on the floor. But then Linda broke her high heel, lost her balance and Charlene gave her a nice going away kick, sending Linda headfirst over a seat back. Even before her body stopped sliding down under the row of seats, Charlene screamed - attacked from behind by (wouldn't ya know it) a lovely brunette!

Seeing who it was, Charlize laughed out loud, "Hey, its COMEDY TIME! Emma Samms can't possibly win this fight!"

But Emma sure tried hard to prove Charlize wrong. She put a lot of energy into her wildly flailing punches - all of which Charlene ducked easily. Then the hair-pulling got off to a great start.

"Hey, THAT looks a lot more exciting over there!" the Asian said, nudging Charlize's ribs.

"What? Where?" she said, reluctantly tearing her eyes from Charlene's surprisingly tough struggle with Emma.

"Over there!"

Charlize looked over to where a tall, attractive brunette was slapping a tall, very busty, lovely lady! "OOOOOOHHH! Yeah, this IS good!"

Michelle Lee seemed to be in almost total control, slapping Jackie Zeman whose already low-cut gown seemed to work itself lower with each blow. The fight was all the way across the cabin, but the overhead lights illuminated the scene perfectly. Michelle was barely working up a sweat, but she was working poor Jackie over with a vengeance. Even though Charlize and the Asian liked Jackie a lot, the idea of seeing beautiful Jackie stripped at least half-naked had them hoping Michelle would win - at least for a while. It soon became clear Jackie was drunk as Michelle easily switched from slapping to shoving, then hair-pulling with an occasional well-placed punch. Reeling badly, Jackie lunged desperately and wrapped Michelle in a very erotic bearhug. As they struggled, Michelle's hands went for the back of Jackie's gown as she crushed Jackie in a hard bearhug; the muscles of her back and biceps bulging into definition. Jackie beat her fists on Michelle's back as the color drained from her face and she seemed to be about finished. Suddenly, Michelle broke away and gave Jackie's gown a hard pull. It split down the back seam and the loose fabric cascaded down her body into a puddle at her feet. Jackie stood in shock in her panties, looking down at her near-naked body for a moment, then she screamed and threw herself at the hysterically laughing Michelle.

But with Jackie's feet tangled in her gown, instead of landing on Michelle, she tripped and crashed down hard on her beautiful chest with a solid WHUMP! Everyone laughed except Jackie who just screamed as Michelle pulled her up by the hair and put her into a full-nelson. With Jackie writhing and struggling helplessly, several more forward passengers got up to playfully inspect the beautiful ex-Playboy bunny's 'assets' up close and in intimate detail.

"Well, looks like it's back to 'Comedy Clash'," Charlize snickered. "Or do you want a feel?" she said, nodding at the whimpering Jackie whom Michelle was walking down the aisle toward their seats.

"No, let's just sit tight right here. It's going to get really HOT soon. And look, they're actually fighting!" Charlize's' girlfriend said.

"AIEEEEE!" Emma wailed as Charlene Tilton rocked a punch to her face, sending Emma back into a beverage cart.

Charlene moved in swinging but... CLANK! It was deja vu all over again and Charlize who couldn't help laughing as Emma slammed a can of soda on the blondes head and it exploded with a spray of sticky soda; soaking Charlene's hair with its fizzy, sticky contents. Emma pushed herself to her feet and gave the just-rising Charlene a good kick in the butt that dropped her on her stomach. Then she stomped down hard on her back before she leaned over to taunt her. Dumb...dumb move! Charlene's fist smashed up into Emma's jutting chin, then two hands grabbed and pulled her down on top of Charlene. They rolled in the narrow aisle, punching, scratching and kicking.

"Get her!" "Punch her!" "Strip her!" several nearby passengers hollered.

Like any good actress, Charlene followed directions and soon she had Emma down to nothing but her panties with Emma sobbing and pleading for mercy. Grinning, Charlene hammer-locked Emma, helped herself to a handful of hair and hauled the sobbing brunette to the back of the plane for a ‘girl-to-girl chat.’

Charlize and her Asian girlfriend kicked back to relax now that things had settled down (at least for a few minutes). For some reason, the lights dimmed...then flickered...then stayed on very dim. The combination of her arousal over the erotic catfights combined with the powerful drug in the fruit soon overcame her and Charlize started to doze.

Sometime later.... "Ouch!" Charlize yelped as something jarred her awake.

"SHHHHHH! Look!" Charlize's girlfriend had poked her in the arm and she woke up with a start. "Be quiet...just watch. SHHHHHH!" the Asian held a finger to her lips; her eyes full of anticipation. Looking up, Charlize saw Joan Collins and Linda Gray approaching. They looked angry - but much better than earlier. Linda had repaired her gown and Joan had put on a brand new one. She still had some cuts and she looked mad as a hornet. Linda took a seat next to Victoria - who amazingly had apparently slept through all the excitement.

"Mind if I sit here, Linda darling, dear?" Joan said in her usual coy, overly dramatic and insincere rasp. "Could we be friends? Even, possibly for just a little while?" the sarcastic chirp in her voice impossible to miss even for a dim bulb like Victoria.

Charlize looked at her girlfriend, as Joan Collins took the seat right in front of her and she saw her girlfriend flash a devilishly wicked smile as she made little clawing motions with her fingers. Charlize's heart began to beat faster. MORE FUN was about to start.