So here was Howard 'King of All Media' Stern, reduced to auditioning TV show 'sidekicks' to fill the last mid-week slots in a television 'extravaganza' that would run seven consecutive nights. Not that Alyson wasn't an attractive candidate, Howard could see that now that he had her 'in the flesh' in the office. Showing her breasts was only one of the rituals Alyson had submitted to; as much to prove she wasn't bashful as to give Howard a 'charge'. Still, he wasn't fully convinced the perky redhead was a credible threat - and he only wanted to use women who were not only motivated to, but capable of, beating the crap out of Charlize Theron!

But then the phone calls started to come in and after hearing from Sarah Michelle Gellar, Charisma Carpenter and a woman who made a VERY persuasive case, Stern relented. "I won't give you a weekend," he told Alyson. "But I've got a mid-week slot open that will be perfect. In fact, we'll put you on right after 'Buffy' so we'll buy ads on your show. The cross-promotion possibilities are terrific and now that 'Buffy's' winding up, I know you're committed to showing yourself in a different light; as an 'adult' actress. This will work for both of us. Now, have you decided what kind of a match you want to challenge Theron to?"

Alyson grinned as she leaned forward, giving Howard a nice long look at her small, firm breasts as she laid out her plan. When she was through, Howard was grinning from ear to ear. "I'm not sure you're woman enough to pull it off," he sighed. "But even if you come close, it'll have the fans erect in their seats with excitement. I couldn't ask for more than that; besides, after what your friends told me about you, I think it's a great opportunity to take your career in a new direction. So since you want the exposure, instead of the guarantee, I'm not going to pay you UNLESS you win. A little extra motivation can't hurt!"
*****************
A blank stare was all the full-length mirror returned to the statuesque blonde. The time for the next match was fast approaching and she could hear the din from the private party in the suite across the hall begin to subside as they filed to their seats in the arena. The two pornstars had been entertaining nonstop all day and Charlize hadn't been able to drown out the loud music and laughter no matter how hard she covered her ears with her hands. Her mind was still miles away from the flawless, expressionless visage that was her reflection - back across town in the Miami stadium where the day before she'd faced a 2:1 challenge! The new day hadn't brought the end to her pain. Oh what Nikki Tyler and Jenna Jameson had done to her precious body!

A cautious index finger slipped beneath the delicate rim of her black lace camisole, gliding over the tight curve, moving thighs to sculptured glutes, disappearing beneath the material where it lowered still to meet cheeky nether cleavage and then between. Then a bolt brought gray-green eyes shut, a pained frown riding behind. What she remembered; what she'd demanded never to be told - but she'd found out anyway, something almost inevitable thanks to Howard's endless early-morning chatter on his radio show to sell more tickets for tonight's event!

Charlize ended her cursory examination of her back door, her fingers retreating, retracing the high curve of her negligee across her thigh. What was to be reassurance that everything was fine had only brought remembrance of her invasion; the blitzkrieg on AND INSIDE her, her world then turned dark and moist and pungent. She shuddered, her ass puckering at the sounds of laughter, the groans of delight from across the hall where Jenna and Nikki were entertaining their friends, lovers and clients non-stop since their victory over Charlize the night before. Somewhere outside, what had been made her world - her crotch and that of the one surrounding her features. Then black. A firm knock on the door brought her back to reality as a fresh-faced ingenue no more than 17 pushed her head through a crack in the doorway, her smile wide as an Arizona horizon.

"Two minutes, Miss Theron."

"Thanks, sweetheart. I'll be there."

Charlize wiped a bead or two from her brow. She really did owe the kid, bringing her back from that place...those women. Her gaze returned to the mirror, her hands adjusting the knot behind her swan-like neck, moving down, straightening the black lace plunging neckline, low scooping back and again high on the thigh.

"You're it. You just have to prove it again." She clapped her hands together, turned, and walked toward the door, muttering, "I'd hate to be you, Alyson."

A bob of auburn-hair bristled and Alyson Hannigan instinctively inched back a half-step as the knob turned and an imposing blonde emerged from her den. Charlize, also sporting a cropped top but gold, her flaxen hair darkening slightly as it found its roots, allowed herself a quick grin as she spotted Alyson taking her in. Girls were rarely prepared for her long, lean, muscular legs that seemed to go on for days. Reputation was one thing, but seeing them in person, Alyson's dusky, chestnut eyes had dilated a bit and Charlize instantly felt a hint of relief. But they both realized that Nikki and Jenna had, in some small way, destroyed the South African's 'mystique.' She was no longer seen as indomitable, which was why someone of Alyson's stature and ability deigned to challenge her!

Charlize pondered other possibilities as she surveyed the makeshift ring Stern's people had quickly erected in response to Alyson's dictates. It amounted to a movie set, approximately 20 by 20. On one side, a sofa separated she and Alyson from the crowd - including several starlets and certainly future rivals among them. On another side was a long coffee table and the muted cream-hued walls completed the squared circle on the remaining two sides.

And inside, Alyson waited for her as Charlize measured her opponent; nervous, but seemingly not shy of the contact to come. As challenges came, Alyson was hardly two psycho porn bitches, but she'd make a tasty appetizer; exactly what she needed to work herself back into the confident 'all-comers' attitude that had become Charlize Theron's trademark.

The redhead bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, a bob of hair popping, flashing a highlight of fire-engine amongst the auburn, before settling, only to repeat the process. Alyson countered Charlize's brief, black wardrobe with an equally compact ensemble of her own, but in ivory; lace work covered and lifted her modest breasts to glorious effect while down below a green tartan skirt couldn't be described as high on the thigh, but instead barely even made it to her thigh, slit on the left to leave even less to the imagination. A slender wisp of a woman, Alyson stood a generously measured 5'6" and would give away a full 20 pounds plus an advantage in strength to Charlize; something she often enjoyed in fights and rarely wasted. Still, in Alyson's quintessentially cute face, flashing eyes and her cherry tongue that playfully flicked in and out between two rows of perfect teeth, there was a subtle confidence, even brashness that said, "OH WHAT THE HELL..."

Before Charlize could react, Alyson closed in from a few feet away, catching the bigger blonde off-balance, pancaking her back into the wall, her right shoulder taking the brunt of the impact from both bodies and leaving the first scar of the night on the apartment - a large scuff where blonde body met plaster!

Alyson pressed her advantage, slamming her left forearm up hard under Charlize's chin, twisting her head and driving her right cheek back into the plaster wall. With Charlize slightly dazed and distracted as her arms pried at Alyson's choking forearm, the little redhead went to work in another area; rearing back and laying a meaty open-handed smack into Charlize's barely-covered breasts! Then another AND A SECOND AND A THIRD. She took turns, working one modest mammary til it was red, then switch to the other; each stinging, cuffing blow drew a jeer from the assembled crowd...and a grunting 'eeep!' from the ravaged blonde!

Instead of continuing to work against Alyson's superior leverage with her arms in an awkward position, Charlize finally thought o bend a powerful leg up, put her knee in Alyson's stomach and push - shoving Alyson back and away from her. Alyson barely kept her feet as she stumbled off but just as quickly the nimble redhead regained her balance and went back at the heavy favorite blonde who was looking down at her chest rubbing her tingling breasts. Alyson charged in, her freshly sharpened ruby nails bared, ready to sink her claws in the creamy, honey-gold titflesh already showing subtle pinks and reds thru the sheer black lace. As she closed in, Charlize pivoted and brushed Alyson past her, but the redhead spun on a dime and whipped a spin kick to the blonde's ass that brought the tall timber to her knees. Charlize grabbed her still tender ass even though the kick had - to a great deal - been absorbed by her tight, muscular glutes.

"Damn that Howard," Charlize cursed under her breath. "Every-fuckin-body knows about that humiliating scene!"

With her 'Golden Girl' foe now chopped down to size, Alyson slipped an arm down around Charlize's throat from behind and began to choke her, lifting her from knees to a crouch as she did. But Charlize's rise didn't stop at her knees! Despite Alyson's gritted teeth and grunts of determination, the blonde powered her way to her feet; slumped over, but more or less upright! The redhead saw she was losing her leverage on the taller woman and if she wanted to keep the choke hold on her, there was only one way to do it. That was...UP! Wrapping her legs around Charlize's creamy midsection, Alyson hopped aboard, intending to ride the Appaloosa filly back to where she came - the floor!

Though Alyson was obviously exhilarated by the wild ride Charlize was providing, she knew that keeping the big blonde down on the carpet was the only way she could win so she tightened the noose and Charlize starting to gurgle as she bucked wildly, grasping as the crook of the redhead's arm tightened on her windpipe! Alyson clawed Charlize's pristine face with her free hand, failing to break skin, but leaving red welts on her previously pristine porcelain cheeks. Alyson's fingers dug into any handhold - like a mountain climber desperately seeking the next grip! She even stuffed her index and middle finger in the blonde's nostrils, using her own version of a nose claw as she hauled back hard.

Thwump!
THWUMP! OOF!
THWUMP!! UNNNNH!

Charlize found the wall, or more accurately introduced Alyson's back to it, first sharing it as they both landed broadside, then treating the redhead like a sausage in the press, backing in and pounding Alyson's glistening ivory body on the wall, compacting it between her own big body and the wall.

THWUMP! AHHHNNNNH!
THWUMP! UNNNHHH-UHHH!!

The sounds came in rapid succession; impacts followed by expulsions of air. With each, the strength of Alyson's arms wrapped around Charlize's throat grew looser until the sounds ended with the momentary sound of Alyson's tightly muscled body sliding down the wall; her moist skin, tacky against the surface, producing a soft SHUSSH as she descended into a heap on the floor. Bent over at the waist, Charlize stumbled away rubbing her neck, sucking in deep breaths; then she stopped and turned to survey what remained of the object of her makeshift battering ram.

"Redheaded stepchild is tough," Charlize thought as Alyson was already rising on unsteady feet, yet her eyes were still clear and confident. Charlize knew from looking into those eyes Alyson felt she'd gotten very close to victory. The statuesque beauty pushed the thought back in her mind, refusing to acknowledge the truth of it. "This early? Ridiculous!" But the ragged breaths that escaped her in rapid-fire wheezes told her otherwise. "What did it matter? She'd had her chance and failed."

But as Charlize closed with the redhead, Alyson, coiled her body tight as a sprung and launched herself off the wall into the middle of the room. Being at close quarters with Charlize was something Alyson wanted nothing to do with, not on even terms! On even terms, Alyson knew she had no chance. Her plan all along was to make this fight all about speed, and if necessary she'd use the kitchen sink but she had no intention of fighting 'fair' or 'even' if she could help it!

Alyson circled away from the pursuing Charlize, darting and feinting, trying to find a way her way back to the blonde's back again, but she made one feint too many and Charlize snatched out, captured a flashing hand and suddenly Alyson found herself playing tug of war with her own right arm as the rope! Displaying her superior strength, Charlize reeled the redhead into her arms, lifting her in the process, and encircled Alyson's sleek, milky back in a less-than-loving bearhug; one any blonde boa constrictor could appreciate! Certainly from the expression on her face and Alyson's bulging eyes and flailing arms, SHE didn't appreciate it in the least! She struggled frantically, her hands slapping Charlize's shoulders, neck and head; but the big blonde just squeezed the redhead's silken, ivory body even tighter. Alyson's pert breasts were wedged under Charlize's chin, as her tight little abs molded themselves to Charlize's modest chest. Alyson could feel Charlize's heart drumming out a rapid beat on her tummy as her legs thrashed and the tips of her toes swept back and forth, just barely brushing the carpet. Her breathing was growing labored as Charlize kept the redhead's lungs from expanding more than a fraction.

This was the mighty Charlize! The dominant blonde her lover, friends and enemies expected to see; what SHE had come to expect. She reveled in Alyson's dry, wheeze as she flapped her arms and wiggled her legs impotently. Charlize accepted the torrent of blows on her back and shoulders from Alyson's fists with the cool, confident stoicism that became a smirk then a smug grin as she felt Alyson's arms drop limp across the golden, velvety softness of her tanned, tawny back.

"You're not Jenna, Red," Charlize hissed. "And nobody going to save YOU! It's just you and me and there's not much left of you!"

Alyson's drooping chin lifted off of Charlize's shoulder as she leaned away from the blondes temple; but more important, her finely honed ruby nails scoured up the length of Charlize's back in unison, leaving ten pale welts in their wake, rapidly turning pink, then rose...then scarlet!

"You BITCH!" Charlize wailed, flinging Alyson aside onto a large black sofa as she arched her back and spun around trying to look over her shoulder to assess the damage to her pristinely perfect golden body. The rasping redhead landed in a heap on the sofa, darkness enveloping her tight milky body. A loosely tossed Afghan covered her, leaving only a shock of red poking out from one end and two smooth, pale calves and their bare feet jutting from the other.

Alyson scrambled off the couch, knowing it was only a matter of seconds before Charlize would be on top of her, but the tangled blanket snagged her scuffling feet and she crashed to the floor, her knees and elbows taking most of the impact. She tried to kick free, but a big blonde slammed her foot down in the small of Alyson's ass, driving her hips down on the floor. Her body flattened to the fibers, her nails clawing the carpet seeking escape. And for that instant, which was all it took, her fingernails were all that was left of her contact with the floor.

"How can such a big woman move so quickly?" Alyson mused between what were rabbit-like heartbeats. "I can't believe it's her ballet training!"

But just as quickly, her thoughts turned to a far more important topic - survival! Charlize had snatched Alyson's ankles, her fingers wrapped not around the front of Alyson's ankles to drag, but around her Achilles' to lift! And lift she did, hauling Alyson straight up into her current predicament! It was as if Charlize was preparing to hang her out on a clothesline to dry, but instead a gentle breeze, a stiff belly-busting kick to the solar plexus brought to mind a more unpleasant season. Upside down, the redhead's tartan micro-mini flapped as it fluttered down over her waistline to just below her tits, offering no protection at all! Alyson tried to curl her body up in a defensive ball, but with gravity working against her, she could only hold it a few moments before the strain on her abs forced her to unfurl; again exposing her tender belly with only her flapping hands for protection.

"OOOF! UNNNH!" Not nearly enough for Charlize's flashing right foot. Time and again! "OOOF! UNNNH!"

Finally, Charlize dropped Alyson's supple legs and the redhead tumbled heels over head. The move had to be making for a hell of a picture and she hoped the cretins watching on PPV were getting their money's worth, but the strain on Charlize's arms!

Charlize figured there had to be better, easier, ways to finish off this piece of cherry pie! She surveyed the crowd while Alyson writhed, clutching her belly. Among the friends and others sitting in the VIP section were several other actresses and Charlize could only wonder briefly which, if any, of them would dare challenge her. Most were more Alyson's speed to be sure.

Michelle Williams, the toy blonde version, sat with Claire Danes, fresh off the set of 'T3'. Sure, she'd be perfect for the Perils of Pauline character she was certain to play, BUT how in the hell could they NOT have picked her for the cyborg? Ahh-nuld was obviously intimidated!

Tara Reid, who crashed every party and had apparently crashed this one as well, was snuggled up next to Kate Winslet.

"Mmmmm...another redhead," Charlize thought. "...and a challenging one by the look of her!"

She winked at the 'Titanic' star who blushed prettily as Charlize turned and grabbed a handful of Alyson's auburn locks, hair-hauling the wheezing 'Buffy' star to her knees, then rocked her violently with a sharp crack from one of the blonde's seemingly never-ending legs. Alyson stayed on her knees a moment, her head twisted like a corkscrew; first away, then back in place. As soon as her face was visible to the spectators again, they saw her eyes - not only dull but slightly crossed. Her head did a little wobble back before she pancaked to the carpet flat on her face!

Charlize jumped onto the sofa, asked for a bottled water from someone named Kim who obliged her, then pointed to Alyson as she seemed to be pleading with the blonde bombshell to let her have a piece of the redhead. Charlize just laughed and shook her head.

"You can do better than sloppy seconds, hon," she said as she took a swig of water.

The big blonde smiled as she watched Alyson's attempt to rise using the coffee table to help push herself up until she fell back, lying prostrate on the hardwood, panting. Charlize handed Kim back the water bottle and rose with a bounce in her step.

"You know you're going to leave a ring on that hardwood?" she scolded as she approached the prone Alyson who was dripping from every pore, her hair a matted red firestorm. "Haven't you ever heard of a coaster?"

Charlize sneaked several fingers under the rim of Alyson's tartan micro-mini and began peeling the soaked plaid garment, holding it tight to the curve of Alyson's ass before slowly gliding it down over the sheen of Alyson's silky thighs, then easily over her calves and off her body. Alyson lay in only a pair of tiny, moist, white lace panties rimmed so low, there seemed to be almost as much milky Alyson flesh showing below her navel as above. Charlize rolled Alyson off the table, letting the redhead's body flop to the floor in her skivvies. Using her new plaid 'rag', Charlize wiped the table clear of the puddle of Alyson sweat she'd left behind, then turned to the host of the night's festivities to plead for forgiveness - for Alyson.

"You'll have to excuse her," Charlize laughed. "TV people; they're such an uncultured lot."

Charlize's act was drawing positive reviews from the intimate audience, most chuckling and applauding, even 'TV people' like Williams enjoyed Alyson's verbal undressing. Of course, Alyson had long been a hated foe of the bosomy elfin blonde star, but that's another story. Charlize tossed Alyson's soaking skirt to the crowd for a souvenir, Tara Reid ripping it out of Rachael Leigh Cook's hands and inhaling from in deeply; devoutly.

Then Charlize bowed to her adorers, thinking, "Screw Howard and those two porn sluts. They'd have been wet mops like this redhead if it'd been a fair fight.” The people knew it; knew SHE was the best; knew she didn't take it up the ass from any one woman; that she really HAD been able to control herself as those creatures slid their disgusting tool in her...but...but...BUTT!

Charlize's ascent from her bow had been rudely, savagely, interrupted for Alyson had recovered and now her hand split the lower curve of the bowing blondes tight cheeks with a deep cleft-diving uppercut! Charlize's long legs shivered, her muscular thighs squeezed together as she silently dropped to her knees gasping. Alyson's clawing fingers held fast! The redhead, after savoring the gasps and groans and much noisy chair shuffling in the audience, finally allowed Charlize to dismount her fist; pulling her hand free briefly, only to slam it home again - this time using even more force! Charlize pitched forward, squealing, her hands - busily moving below - unavailable to break her fall as her flawless patrician chin smashed onto the pale Berber carpet; the blow, for only a split second, creasing the look of indescribable pain that covered Charlize's face like a shroud as her eyes rolling back in her head. Her Achilles heel - her current and verrrrrry real Achilles heel - had been exposed in spectacular fashion.

The blonde rolled onto her side, unabashedly seeking to protect the inner sanctum between her haunches with both hands as Alyson sat beside her, slowly recovering herself, listening to the sweet, sweet music of Charlize's soft whimpering. That feline glint in Alyson's eyes had returned, the kittenish flick of her pink tongue between glimmering teeth. Charlize was doomed! Alyson pushed down on Charlize's hip, using her body to help herself to her feet. Then turning she drove an off-balance kick to the prostrate blonde's butt. Alyson raised her fist and extended her index finger; glaring down as Charlize looked up through misty, worried eyes, watching Alyson with wide-eyed wonder, helpless.

"ONE!" Alyson shouted. "ONE person is taking you out this time, blondie," turning her index finger in as she jabbed it in the cleavage between her firm young breasts.

The redhead grabbed Charlize's magnificent gams by the ankles and tried to spread them wide apart. Charlize strained to keep her legs together but Alyson drew back her foot and drove her foot into the crack of Charlize's tight ass. The blonde yelped in pain and before she realized it, her long, beautiful, tawny stems had been wrenched wide in a long, exaggerated 'V'. With her rear entry barely protected on the floor, Charlize moved one hand to try to cover the front door. Her gray-green eyes pleaded, even though her pride refuse to allow her to make so much as a peep. Holding Charlize wide-spread, Alyson hacked up as much juice as she could muster and spit it into the crowd at those who, moments before, were applauding Charlize's abuse of her nubile body.

"You people!" Alyson sneered. "Always with the front-runner. This old blonde mare ain't what she used to be!"

She turned back to Charlize and slammed her heel down on the black lace covering that golden pelt. Charlize's legs shuddered in Alyson's grasp and she arched her back, grabbed two handfuls of her now-sweat-matted hair and wailed, wanting desperately for her legs - her main weapons AND her protectors - to fold inward around the brutal violation, to hug her battered mound. But the grinning Alyson kept them spread wide, trembling in her surprisingly strong grip.

Then Alyson added an indelicate punctuation to her stomp, exploring the throbbing mound with the ball of her foot, then wiggling her toes over it. She jabbed her toes into the tender region and the soft 'ooooh' response told her she'd struck gold; found the X on the map; uncovered buried treasure. The big blonde squirmed her hips and swallowed hard as Alyson's toes forced the black lace down into her a fraction of an inch. Charlize's straits were so desperate that instead of continuing her unsuccessful attempts to power her legs closed, she twisted her hips; wriggling and squirming, trying anything to extricate herself from Alyson's grasp.

Her attempt initially met with far more success as the redhead was unable to contain her foe's writhing body. Charlize's pain increased with her writhing, but she could feel Alyson's grip on her ankles slipping. A palpable buzz of 'upset' hung heavy in the dank air as the spectators murmured among themselves. Charlize couldn't help feeling it, particularly with the pain radiating from her nether regions. Alyson bounced lightly on her toes like a fresh boxer about to land a knockout punch.

Charlize rolled over and started to scamper on her hands and knees, making a beeline for her dressing room door. It was time to put some distance between her and this pesky redheaded bitch. All she needed was time but Alyson was having none of it! She ran three steps and dove, landing on Charlize and driving knee into the blonde's back. She slammed down, her dripping body flat on Charlize, her chest pressed hard into the blondes shoulder blades. Alyson judo-chopped the inside of Charlize's left elbow and she crashed flat on the carpet, her chest hitting hard enough to take her breath away - with Alyson still firmly clinging to her back.

Sweeping up a couple handfuls of cropped flaxen strands, Alyson jerked Charlize's head up, then smashed her face into the floor with a thick THUMP! Her skull bounce off the lightly padded surface and as she lay stunned and breathless, Alyson reached around and pummeled her with a series of sweeping rights around her shoulder into her chin and cheekbone. Charlize's head began to jerk and twitch more violently with each punch, wavering unsteadily and taking longer to return to its start point after every punch!

"BOOM!" the crowd roared with each successive fist as it cracked home. "BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

Then...silence! The only sound in the room was Alyson's heavy, rapid panting. Charlize lolled onto her side, her eyes blinking, still some recognition; making the moment all the more poignant was the sight of Alyson gently slipping the delicate loop of Charlize's camisole off the back of her listing neck, over her golden shock of hair and pulling it down the front; rolling the dark lace away from Charlize's famously tender breasts. Alyson couldn't resist pausing to cup, fondle and massage those delicious handfuls of smooth, pale, perfectly-sized-for-her-smallish-hands breasts! The blonde flinched in her dazed stupor as Alyson kneaded softly, rolling the firming nipples in her fingers briefly; but Alyson didn't push her advantage and the caressing continuing as she talked to the dazed blonde.

"I know your weak spot, Charlie-girl," Alyson cooed. "This might feel like fun, but I'm ready to finish things!"

The redhead dropped Charlize's lace top at her waist, her creamy torso glistening with sweat and now garment-free. Alyson's right hand crawled across the skin gracefully like a spider on its web, sneaking down and disappearing beneath the underbrush of what remained of Charlize's lace covering. A few seconds passed, then....with an abrupt jerk, Charlize's entire body tensed, her teeth gritting, her ass lifting off the carpet and her mouth gaping in a silent protest! All the crowd could see - all Charlize could see - was Alyson's slender forearm, the muscles knotting as the redhead's pearly teeth gnashing into a twisted smile. Under the black lace, twisting and turning her wrist, Alyson was searching for the combination that would unlock the blonde's safe. Working her fingers lower with progressively more violent squeezes, the tumblers fell into place until Charlize body bucked and she erupted with a blood-curdling squeal of pain as she was jolted back to full consciousness - although surely only for Alyson's continued amusement.

Every woman felt games were her personal forte, but the cheeky redhead even more than most. So when Charlize meekly rolled to her belly to try and reduce the intensity of Alyson's claw, to make her effort even more difficult, Alyson released one crotch-busting twist, her hand slowly reappeared from inside the lace camisole with a few stray golden curls stuck to her fingers.

"So, what's your excuse this time," Alyson jabbered baby talking. "Big, bad bully can't beat widdle ol' defenseless me?"

Charlize's only response was a soft, unintelligible murmur combined with her continued steady rubbing of her pussy, her hips and ass raising to make more room for her hands to knead away the abuse. The pain inflicted by this wannabe was bad enough, yet it was nothing to her despair at the realization the end was nigh. The humiliation, and fear of humiliation, combined with the pain distorted Charlize's patrician beauty. Her pitiable mask was clear for all to see when Charlize looked back over her shoulder as Alyson idly slipped the camisole over her hips aaaaaaaall the way down the incredible length of her legs; taking time to enjoy every inch and every second of the blonde's reluctant unveiling. Alyson, her prize in hand, quickly returned to work, driving her knee into Charlize's butt before planting it on the small of her back.

Her knee, as much as the awful pain in her crotch, kept the blonde still as Alyson tossed her camisole to 'swimfan' Kim, telling her, "You backed a loser, babe. But just so your night's not a total loss, here's a little something!"

The redhead's attention came back to Charlize and she admired each square inch of the magnificent creature. Acres of golden cream - hers for the taking! She licked ruby lips and raised her hand high, making a fist, finger by slender finger. When all five were clenched, she thrust it back down into the 'back 40' of Charlize's most tender crop of flaxen hemp! The crowd gasped and Charlize let out a "Gggghh!" as her head dropped; the slight parabola of her body flattening as her long arms buckled, her left sliding under her body, the right flopping and stretching out in front of her.

SMACK!
WHACK! WHACKACK!!

The knee still firmly in place, left hand on the back of Charlize's neck, Alyson's open hand rose and fell, spanking hard!

CRACK! CRAAACK!! CRAAAAAACK!!!

The sounds of the spanking reverberated off the walls of the apartment set as the golden girl's tightly clenched glutes absorbed the meaty whacks with the barest of jiggles - at first. First one side, then the other was brutally abused by the giggling redhead. Her golden flanks turning as rosy as Alyson's excited cheeks, then a shade darker! Alyson's flat hand left white palm prints on the smooth red flesh which then returned to an even brighter shade of crimson than before. Charlize lay with her right arm curled under her head, her flushed face buried in the crook of her elbow as the spanking sent ripples rolling up and down her body outward from her full, firm, round ass!

"I knew I could beat you," Alyson gasped between pants and snickers. "But I never dreamed.....Ohmigawd! How yummy! That time at your pornstar girlfriend's club hasn't been a total waste!" Alyson gasped as she felt Charlize's hips rolling, her ass rising to meet her falling hand. Then she saw that Charlize's left hand, the one that had been cupping her pussy, slowly rubbing; up and down, around and around, making tiny circles as Alyson beat her butt! The great Charlize Theron, A MOVIE STAR, getting off on being spanked! It was just too, too delicious!


The redhead moved around, changing position from kneeling beside Charlize to forcing her knees down between those thighs, using her knees to pry Charlize's legs apart as she paddled that full, ever-reddening rump like cheap Tijuana bongos. Then someone - no one knows who - tossed a bright, fluorescent red dildo from the crowd. Whether someone intent on increasing Charlize's humiliation or a lover of the low-life high life, it didn't really matter! The 'love stick' smacked against Alyson's navel and slid down between her legs, stopping at the muscular junction of Charlize's thighs and butt.

Alyson quickly scanned the room - not so much to thank a miscreant but a genie who'd answered her prayer as she snatched the crimson beauty and used it to wedge Charlize's cheeks like a torpedo carving the curl between two wave crests, up the curve of the blonde's glistening back. Alyson sank back from her straddle and followed behind the tool that would bring the match to a most successful conclusion. Alyson's tight, moist and slightly flushed abdomen and chest slide upward over the blonde's back until she was in position. Snatching a handful of hair with one hand, Alyson pulled Charlize's head up from its pained study of the carpet, the blonde's eyes squinting, lips pursed.

"Remember this, Charlize?" Alyson asked, brandishing the sleek scarlet shaft under Charlize's eyes; her eyes widening at once; turning from pained acceptance of her fate to stark fear and then to mindless panic! "My little red friend needs a home."

Alyson gently kissed the tip, then licked it in long, slow strokes like an all-day sucker; all the while letting Charlize stew in what she knew very well would be a horrific dread.

Alyson held the shaft to her ear, listened and nodded, "He says he likes your home...but that front room carpet is all worn from waaaay too many visitors. He says he likes the back room." Alyson brushed a stray strand of golden hair around Charlize's ear with the lubricated shaft, then wiggled it in her ear canal. "Hear that, he wants to know if it's OK?

Using the handful of hair, Alyson bobbed Charlize's head up and down, then gushed, "Oh, goody. He's gonna be soooooo happy!"

Alyson shimmied back down the length of Charlize's torso, rose up and planted her knees in the crevice between the blonde's tightly squeezed together legs. She rose up, then pressed down, using her full weight to wedge them open - widening the point of attack as she knelt back down between Charlize's thighs, using her knees to keep the blondes legs open. Her target was dead ahead at 12 o'clock, beckoning the feline redhead.

"Open up and say aaaahhhhhhh, Charlie-girl," Alyson hissed as she slowly circled the deposit point lightly with the dildo as Charlize's hands clawed at the carpet.

Alyson grinned, loving the sight of this haughty blonde movie actress squirming helplessly beneath her. Preparation? There would be no preparation for this, except, perhaps.... "I guess now Howard can say you really DO like it this way, eh?" Alyson said, throwing back her head to guffaw!

Suddenly, a feral growl turned into a banshee's scream; anger and hatred joining forces at a point of recovery that proved to be a tonic to the immense pain and despair. Charlize raised her hips and slammed her thighs together around Alyson's waist as she rolled over on her back, flipping the stunned redhead over with her, Charlize came up on top of her tormentor, her rear entrance firmly planted on Alyson's features as Alyson's arms flailed out from her world of darkness with her 'Crimson Beauty' still clutched in her fist. She hammered it into Charlize's belly bringing a pained yip from the blonde; but also inciting her further.

The blonde raised her right leg, bent it 45-degrees and slammed her heel down onto Alyson's sweetmeat. A muffled cry from below Charlize's ass as Alyson's body jerked up off the floor, reacting to the tidal wave of anguish shoot through her. Charlize lifted her delectable leg again and again Alyson's body reacted with spasms as pain shot outward from her now-less-than-private privates. Again, the heel hit with extreme prejudice, squarely on the front bumper of Alyson's tiny tighty whiteys and this time Charlize ground it in high to low sending a deadly, 'PS I'm still here' message.

Clearly panicked from having fallen so far, so fast, and into a pungent black hole at that, Alyson flung the weapon aside and began clawing Charlize's thighs. Reaching around to find the soft, tender 'inner belly' of the thighs picked the lock of her jail and Alyson was free after her 30 seconds in hell as Charlize rolled off the redhead; still traumatized, still worse for wear, but at the least, a temporary reprieve had been gained.

After the way Alyson had held court, she was ready to resume her role of executioner, but there was some serious doubt! Both women were moving like erector set robots, their body parts jerking gingerly in straight lines, fluidity at a premium. The redhead, again showing unexpected mettle, rose first, standing with bowed legs and, in a bow to machisma, she paused to pick the front of her panties out of her pussy and blew a heavy breath into the crevice as if the wafting, warm breeze would cure what ailed her. From her clipped stride and tightly gritted teeth, it was clear that hadn't worked any magic; still, she hobbled toward the kneeling Charlize from behind.

A wide variety of emotions were visible on the faces of the starlets and party-goers; Gena Lee Nolin in shock at the turn of events that had suddenly put the match in doubt; Michelle Williams and Kate Winslet eager with anticipation and Tara Reid, displaying her resolute boredom, painted her toenails. But all mouths dropped when Charlize rose to all fours, cocked her left leg over Alyson like a bitch ready to leave her scent, and launched a rocket-like muscular back kick to the pit of Alyson's stomach! "OHHH!" groaned the audience in unison; most expecting to see Charlize's foot explode out Alyson's lower back, scattering vertebrae on the floor like dice.

But the redhead merely flew backward, landing on the couch forming one side of the squared circle. She nearly tumbled over the back, but helpful Kim caught her around one thigh and kept her in play. Splayed on the sofa, it was clear the redhead couldn't breathe, despite her fierce effort to do so. But the look of terror in Alyson's face was manna to the haughty blonde, her gray-green eyes never breaking contact with Alyson's as the 'Buffy' costar hugged her midriff, sobbing and gasping. Charlize rose regally - the Empress with no clothes - and hobbled over to the bitch who, just moments before, had been dominating her.

"You...you like it down here so much," Charlize purred stroking that thick thatch of golden goodness between her legs and wincing from the discomfort of even her own light touch. "Here, have an up-close and personal look at what's so fascinating!"

She pulled Alyson to her feet like clay being molded, and embraced her with both arms. Bending Alyson's pulverized waist 90 degrees, Charlize raised her right leg with some discomfort and mounted Alyson's head like climbing aboard her favorite Harley. Alyson peeped, but that was all. Her motor had no horsepower left but Charlize, as she settled down into Alyson's moist red mop, didn't seem to mind!

Alyson's ivory back lay extended before Charlize's gaze at arm's reach, a thin strip of white lace running below her shoulder blades, two other strips intersecting from above. The golden-haired star eyed it lovingly, fingering it lightly, even as her revenge was being savagely gained below Charlize's waistline. Her legs, her twin towers of power, crossed at the ankles, multiplying the crushing power she exerted as she strained with every iota of her remaining strength to crush Alyson's temples between her muscular thighs.

Alyson had truly taken the meaning of 'redhead' to a new depth; her face, looking down between Charlize's legs slowly turned crimson, drool dribbling from the center of her lower lip made it seem as if Charlize were squeezing juice from a ripe melon. As n Alyson's legs began to waver, Charlize released the tension a bit and reached over Alyson's back to pinch that tight, little derriere. The redhead quickly reached back, swiping a hand over her ass in a futile attempt to stop the torment. Worrying about Charlize pinching her butt while crushing her head amounted to swatting a fly, instead of worrying about the croc eating her! Charlize returned to Alyson's frilly top, ripping it open with a quick flick of her fingers - releasing Alyson's pert breasts, the firm flesh tear-dropping down delicately; her excited nipples 'en-pointe.'

"So you're just another victim after all!" Charlize pronounced, ratcheting up the pressure a notch; Alyson's hands pulling and slapping in futility at the steel cables slowly pressing her into oblivion. "I could do this all day - and I just might."

The peanut gallery was beside themselves. What a view! What a match! Michelle Williams was on the edge of her seat, squirming against Kate Winslet debating how Charlize should close the deal; though just moments earlier they'd been eagerly anticipating her demise.

"Gotta facesit Alyson, Kate. She's gotta or the whole thing's a waste of time," Michelle said, turning to the Brit bystander.

"She won't bother, dear heart. That little girl doesn't deserve that much of 'Charlize The Greats' attention."

Michelle's knuckles turned white as she tightened her clenched fists along with each squeeze from Charlize's thighs, her impish smile widening. In some way, she defended Alyson - if only so Charlize would ride her to a gallop. "Doesn't deserve the attention? Are you crazy? Alyson needs to be put down hard after coming so close and failing."

"Not crazy, dear. There are just some people who aren't on your level, no matter how hard they try and no matter what they do,"

Kate patted Michelle on the thigh. "Let's just watch, shall we?"

Michelle's face grew sour for a moment, but seeing Alyson drop to the floor a twisted wreck when she was released from Charlize's standing head scissors, brightened her mood considerably. "Sorry. I guess Alyson's the crazy one after all. Stupid bitch! They talk about blondes, but redheads are dumber than similarly-hued masonry," Michelle said, slipping into perfectly parlanced British. "You know...bricks, dear heart. Ooops...sorry again, Kate."

Michelle chuckled and she even got some of the cattier crowd nearby to join her. But Kate was NOT amused. She grabbed Michelle's arm and told her, "If you want to end up like sweet cakes out there, just keep that up!"

Michelle shook free, "Hands off! The world's forgotten all about you, sweetheart. AND YOU BETTER HOPE I DO, TOO."

Kate forcefully pulled Michelle up with both hands and hissed, "YOU EARNED THIS!"

Charlize reclined next to the gurgling shell of a woman that was Alyson as she took a moment to catch her breath as she enjoyed the fracas in the seats. What Charlize saw was painfully brief. A powerful right hand sent a crumpled blonde sprawling over several chairs into jostled guests. But it wasn't Michelle Williams who lay in the debris. She'd deftly ducked Kate's cross and instead, it was the perpetually bored Tara Reid who, paying no heed to the disagreement, received the incoming unaware. She lay spread-eagled on the carpet, her arms flung out and one thin leg dangling limp over the arm of a seat. Michelle stared at the unconscious Tara and turned back to Kate with a look that would have driven Depends stock up five points. Throwing up her hands, Michelle started to retreat but a yell from the 'ring' prevented any further action.

"Hey girls! This is about ME!" Charlize yelled, lifting a limp arm to point to herself before letting it fall. "When I'm done, you two can do whatever you want."

When Kate looked back, Michelle had hightailed it for the door; Kate's attitude depriving her of the pleasure of seeing Alyson's coup de grace. The 'Titanic' star lobbed a final grenade with a beaming grin, "We're not done yet, dear heart!"

Charlize returned her attention to Alyson, gathering up both her left wrist and left ankle, then positioning herself behind Alyson's back, forming the column of a delicious 'T' of humanity with both feet firmly planted in the curve of Alyson's waist. The redhead's tight little abs pulsated with every breath as Charlize used her size and gravity to devastating effect; rocking back and pulling both ends of Alyson's crumpled body back toward her, keeping her midriff anchored with her feet. When the slack was taken up, Alyson's body was arced in an excruciating bow. With her belly and head already tortured, Charlize now seemingly meant to snap her back. She sobbed as she whimpered back to life and let out a high-pitched squeal, breaking eardrums whenever Charlize chose to turn the 'pain knob' to 11.

"Eeeee.... Stahh... NOOOOO!" Then a brief pause and, "I give. Please, I give!"

"You GAVE a while ago," Charlize noted coolly. "Now you GET!"

Charlize leaned back further, bending Alyson's gaunt body in a sickening 'C' form. Alyson let loose with a spine-tingling shriek that made the big blonde ease up slightly, allowing the redhead's rag-doll body to slump back into something approximating her normal shape.

"Alright, alright," Charlize mumbled. She stood up and dragged Alyson by the feet to the middle of the set. "We don't wanna cause these fine people to wear hearing aids the rest of their lives, do we?"

Charlize dropped Alyson's feet, then stripped away the last vestiges of her clothing, rimming her fingers under the soft, soaking white lace and rolling them down Alyson's equally moist, milky and silky legs. She tossed the panties toward her dressing room - they belonged to her now. As was another little piece of property - the little slayer bitch had tried to stake her with, though not through the heart. AHH! There it was. Charlize retrieved the crimson dildo and headed back to the curled up, crying Alyson.

"P-p-p-lease..."

"Please?" Charlize repeated in disbelief, as she dropped to her knees beside the cowed redhead. "I guess that depends on what you're asking for." She rolled what was now little more than her chew toy over onto her belly as the fans ogled two glistening bodies; one tawny gold, the other ivory. Charlize slipped between Alyson's limp legs, wedging them wide with her thighs as she move upward. "Now we'll see what YOU like, Red."

Charlize spit generously on the tip of the dildo, her saliva running down the sides. She rolled the phallus on Alyson's smooth, supple inner thigh to spread it liberally, if not evenly. The stage was set; the players in place - although a bit tardy for Charlize's taste. The blonde cupped a handful of Alyson's left cheek and fondled the gentle swell of smooth flesh.

"Uhh...ggh!" Alyson chirped.

"Does that feel good or are you just dying of anticipation?" Charlize giggled as she slowly drew circles with the tip of the shaft around Alyson's anus, each one smaller until she had the tip in place. Then, her forearm muscles tensed, she leaned down over Alyson's butt and ...

"Nuhh..." Alyson's entire lower half shuddered, her fingers feebly clawing at the carpet as she wept one final plea. "I...I wasn't gonna DO it to you. Please...Oh God....I swear...I'm not like Jenna."

Charlize smiled, now gingerly working the first 1/2 inch of the tip in and out, twirling it around as Alyson's hips picking up the cadence and began to ride up and down despite her denial of excitement. "Uhhh...mmm."

"Maybe I'M more like Jenna than I want to admit," Charlize whispered, her confession for Alyson's ears alone.

She slammed the dildo firmly in; Alyson's anus stretching to accommodate whatever Charlize chose to give her. Alyson's pale, taut body froze with the initial thrust, her upper body rising up on her elbows, each muscle tightening...then, as Charlize began to sweep her bow across the nerve-filled fibrous strings that made up Alyson's ass, her body was beckoned by the silent music and the redhead provided her own lyrics.

"Uhh!...Uuhhh!...Uuhhhhh....!" Each of Alyson's notes were longer, more drawn out and more heartfelt than the one preceding!

"Damn. I don't know who's winning; me or you," Charlize giggled. "You've probably dreamed of being fucked by the best AND UP THE ASS. Tell me, isn't this your secret fantasy, it isn't what you always wanted?"

Alyson softly shook her head 'no', but her continued guttural moans and the bucking of her hips left the truth of her denial in some doubt. As Charlize slowly pulled the instrument out, the tip bidding Alyson's body a loving farewell, she slumped back flat on the floor and lay still, seeming to sulk at the premature departure of her new-found friend. Charlize rolled the anesthetized Alyson on her back. It had all been too much for the young girl...enter Sandman...literally! Alyson was comfortably ensconced in the arms of Morpheus!

The blonde took her seat astride Alyson's modest breasts, her steady gaze dropping to the face of the sleeping 'witch' and, in an odd sort of knighting ceremony, drew her 'sword'; dabbing the pungent moistness from the love stick onto the flushed cheeks of Alyson's up-turned and drowsing face. Charlize carefully laid the dildo by Alyson's head; a keepsake for her alone, not the crowd. Proof that she was back - if she'd ever left in the moments after her demolition at the hands of cruel Jenna Jameson and Twisted Niki Tyler!

Then the South African moved north, rubbing her pussy on the delightful moist squishiness of Alyson's sweaty breasts, over her collarbone and around the sweeping curve of her neck to the tip of her chin. There, Charlize paused, leaning forward so her pubic hairs tickled Alyson's lower lip enough that they began a slight quiver; her brown eyes slowly opening in slits - then flinching shut just as quickly. But Charlize had seen and knew Alyson was back from her brief trip to 'nod'.

"Nn...mmph!"

Alyson's ruby lips were overwhelmed by the blonde's spreading labia. She'd talk to nothing else and, to Charlize's delight, it seemed she was willing to do so from the movement of her lips on the blonde; a flitting, if not delving, tongue. Charlize edged higher, putting Alyson's adorable nose into play; the cute cartilage slipping and sliding in her slit as the blonde shifting her hips to increase the depth of penetration. And, as with all the greats of the game, the more Charlize got the more she wanted; grinding harder and thrusting deeper onto Alyson's features, buffeting her face with pelvic bounces until Alyson was knocked cold by a lack of oxygen and the furious rough rider.

Then Charlize added a noticeable shudder to each thrust, her eyes widening and rolling back as she let out a low, guttural growling sound, "Uhh...UHHHH...OHHHH!!"

Fighting against her own animal lust, game she was destined to lose, Charlize gave in as she erupted in orgasm; her honey dripping and running down to fill Alyson's oral and nasal passages; the redhead accepting the juice silently as the blonde slumped forward and lay prostrate, exhausted, but undeniably satisfied, on top of Alyson. Charlize idly toyed with her own left nipple with one hand as she pushed back strands of matted, soaked flaxen hair from her sweating brow with the other.

After several minutes the tremors in her body subsided and arose, dismounted Alyson and rolled her over on her side, breathing deeply. Placing her right hand on Alyson's face, Charlize wiped the sticky, and still-warm cum all over the redhead's face like an herbal mask.

"I'm still here, world!" Charlize thought to herself. "Anybody doubt it? Just ask this little redheaded girl...I'm still here!"
************
Charlize raised both hands, accepting the applause of the crowd as Howard Stern came down from his seat to shake her hand and officially announce to the viewers that she was the winner. Although he looked distinctly unhappy about the outcome, he never-the-less made a big show of licking his fingers clean after shaking Charlize's hand.

"Charlize Theron has now won two of the first three events. Tomorrow nights event will be of a type and at a location to be announced."

The director made the 'cut' sign and before Howard could say anything, Charlize stepped over Alyson's prostrate body and stormed off to her dressing room, pausing only to scoop up Alyson's panties on the way. Alyson's seconds came out, revived her and helped her back to her dressing room as the room was cleared of spectators. One woman stayed behind, a tall woman obviously wearing a wig and sunglasses to disguise her identity as she tapped the last bits of information into her laptop, chuckling to herself.

"Incredible. Nothing's changed. Every move; predictable....so damn predictable! All the same vulnerabilities just begging to be exploited. It's like shooting fish in a barrel taking Stern's money for this!"

As the techies picked up their equipment, Stern, paced back and forth on the Berber, muttering to himself for several minutes until Robin Quivers showed up and put a hand on his shoulder, "You didn't REALLY think that little redhead had a chance?"

Howard rolled his eyes, "After what happened last night with Jenna - and with her plan - yeah, I thought she had a chance. Not a GOOD one, but a chance. She almost pulled it off, too. In retrospect, I probably should've used her later in the week; let Theron get more tired, worn down; it might have worked then."

"Don't worry Howard," Robin assured him. "With who we've got on tap tomorrow night, you shouldn't have any worries. She's going to give that blonde bitch all she can handle and a whole lot more! I can't wait to see it!"

Two hours after the match, everyone had gone from the venue except for a lone figure, the disguised woman with the laptop. She made her way backstage to Alyson's dressing room where the young redhead was just getting out of her second shower, still trying to wash Theron's 'stink' off her lovely pale face.

"Wha...who are...OH, it's you!" Alyson said when the woman took off her sunglasses. "What's with the disguise?"

"I don't want Theron, or anyone else to know I'm here," she said. "So don't tell anyone if you know what's good for you!"

"Don't worry," Alyson said. "You kept your part of the bargain and got me on the show. You think that was good enough to change my image? Maybe get some adult roles instead of teenage sidekick parts?"

"I wouldn't know," the woman said. "But you sure handled yourself like an adult from where I sat. Now, I know Stern isn't going to give you any money for this, but here's the five grand we agreed on from me," she said, tossing an envelope at Alyson.

The redhead opened it and riffled the bills with her thumb, then looked up, "This isn't all! Where's the rest?"

The mystery woman smiled as she stepped up to Alyson and gently ran her fingers down her cheek, "You got $4,500 plus all that gooey goodness of Theron's you swallowed was worth AT LEAST $500, maybe more. If you hadn't washed it away, I'd have licked it off of you AND paid you another $1000 besides. Remember that next time she orgasms on you, you silly girl."

Alyson sighed, she still had a lot to learn about show business.

The mystery woman continued, "Don't leave town, we may have another job for you later. And when you get back to LA, if you want to put your ass on the line again, here's Jack's private number at the 'Put Up or Shut Up Club'. They can always use a feisty redhead who's not afraid to take on a bigger woman!"

"Whadda you mean?" Alyson asked. "I thought those were 'impromptu' ; on the up-and-up?"

The mystery woman chuckled, "Some women prefer to let others do their dirty work. You can't think ALL the girls who challenge somebody are THAT outraged do you? If the price is right, there are young actresses and singers who don't mind putting themselves 'out there'. You never know; a producer or director may see something! I saw that in you tonight, something special. I can put it to use. I'll be in touch." She slipped out as silently and mysteriously as she'd come in.

Alyson fondled the money, thinking. "I WAS pretty good tonight, wasn't I? Maybe I DO have a future in this game!."