Behind the wheel, John Jansen, Charlize Theron's agent is driving the soon-to-be 'Golden Goddess' to an audition. He's trying to talk her into her next role, a sleazy-but-starring role that comes on the heels of her 'straight to the cutting room floor' debut in 'Children of the Corn IV.' He's been trying to convince Charlize of how "disadvantageous" her small breasts are, pointing out "they'll handicap your career." Then he concludes, "You're going to have to fight for good parts..." although he means it figuratively - not literally.

Charlize has refused to get her boobs 'fixed' (as he and others have advised to) she knows her "body type" isn't ideal for this role - although John assumes that once it's offered she'll take his sage advice - since she hasn't actually said 'no' directly, just deflected the conversation whenever the "I" word (that is, implants) comes up.

Charlize isn't happy with the idea of getting a 'boob job' and has told her agent over and over "boobs have nothing to do with an actresses ability." She's unhappy that she has to audition for this part since everyone who saw her in the daily rushes of her single scene in 'Children' said, "She explodes off the screen with white-hot heat..." heady stuff for a 19 year old new to the business!

Charlize feels she shouldn't have to audition - and she's not the least bit happy that the part requires both total nudity and on-screen lesbianism - something about herself she wanted to keep below the 'gaydar' as long as possible. In addition, she doesn't think playing a 'stripper' is right for her. Still, she told her agent, "I can do it, the dancing's not the problem. Hell, I'm a classically trained ballerina for God's sake! I'm just not sure it's a good career move to be shaking my bare arse and flashing my whooha this early in my career. I could get stereotyped!" she whines as the car leans into a curve.

John grins, "You gotta start somewhere, don't you hon?"

"Yeah," she protests. "But this is surely the bottom rung of the ladder..."

He counters, "Listen, this movie is gonna be huge. You've got a script by Joe Esterhas and a world class director in Paul Verhoeven. This baby can't miss! In fact, I wouldn't be surprised to see the actress playing this role get an award or two!"

When she whines she doesn't want to do "tit parts" he snaps curtly, "Look; the women you're competing with in this town all have tits...and most have had some kinda 'work' done to get 'em or make 'em just right. Not doing it leaves you at a big disadvantage. Most of these guys won't give you a second look. Hell, they may not know if you have any talent, but they sure can see what looks good on the big screen. I'm gonna tell'em you'll get the implants if you get the part..."

Charlize shakes her head, "No John! Dammit, I'm not going to do it! I..."

"Look babe, you're going to have to get 'em done sooner or later so it might as well be before you get better known. There'll be less questions from the media and I won't have to explain your 'sudden growth spurt' as late onset puberty."

She continues to protest until he cuts her off. "We're already late and I don't want to go on with this discussion. Go in and look as hot as you can...leave the rest to me."

As she gets out of the car, she slams the door so hard the side mirror falls off. "You'd better rethink this," he says as he grabs her arm and almost drags her up the steps and inside. She mutters a curse word and calls him a name... And by the time they're inside, both of them are angry as hell! He's pulling her onto the dance floor of the strip club the producer and director have rented for the afternoon for the auditions.

Before Charlize can calm down, Verhoeven's assistant looks up and motions to Theron's agent that she is next up on the stage where Jenny McCarthy has just finished, her audition cut short when it became obvious the woman couldn't dance a lick!

McCarthy bumps into Charlize as she goes storming toward the door and the director yells, "Dammit, get me someone - anyone - who can dance..."

The assistant choreographer calls, "Theron?! Charlene Theron!!"

"It's Char-LIZE!" she corrects, giving the man an icy glare. "Not Char-LENE. Fuck!"

She hurries up the steps, missing the third step in her haste and almost sprawls on her face, putting her hands down to catch herself as the director screams, "C'mon...NEXT! We haven't got all day." Then the music stops after Charlize's agent says something to the producer. They converse for a minute while Charlize is left to twist slowly in the wind. Finally, the director says, "OK hon, your agent says you can dance...so let's see you get outta the clothes; then I'll give you one minute to prove him right."

Charlize does her best to perform a strip-tease to unfamiliar music, then once she slowly gets off her top and turns to face the crowd, the director yells, "WHOA! CUT! Jesus...she can dance all right, but, Christ, the gal's got no tits... isn't there one women in Hollywood with talent AND tits?"

He turns to Esterhas who admits, "She's got no tits, true...but damn, she IS beautiful. Hell, if she had any kinda tits, I'd do her in a heartbeat."

Her agent, stands up at that point and pleads, "Look, if you hire her, I'LL get her tits, even if I have to buy 'em myself!"

The director thinks a moment, then says, "OK. Have her take a seat and let's talk."

While all that is happening, Charlize is standing topless on the stage. She finally climbs down the stairs and they call Elizabeth Berkley's name. She clippity-clops up the stairs onto the stage and starts dancing. It's clear Charlzie has just about got the part wrapped up - unless Liz does something fast - like get CT to lose her temper and get into a fight. Even then, Liz knows she'll have to beat her if she wants the role for her own!

Charlize is close to tears as she slowly descends the stage, passing Berkley on her way up. Liz elbows Theron as they pass on the steps, then Charlize picks up her blouse and covers herself with it as she joins her agent at a front row table.

"Come on," she sniffs. "I've got to get out of here...this is humiliating."

But he says, "Relax, I want to see this next girl..."

Charlize is telling her agent she's not going to do it, but he's tuned her out and is watching Berkley goggle-eyed as Liz is sinuously wiggling her bare ass at the edge of the stage. Charlize jealous anger flares and she hisses, "I suppose you'd like me to stroke your cock while you watch that tramp strip?"

Liz, who knows that Charlize is pretty and vunerable, decides to use Theron's own agent as a prop for her routine. She is already topless as she hops off the stage and starts to give Charlize's agent a lap dance!

Berkley is dying to get this part, one she thinks can make her a star, but Charlize refuses to sit there being ignored by her own agent while ‘the slut' throws herself all over him like Theron's not even there. It's a matter of respect to Charlize.

The director seems like he might end the audition when Charlize's agent tells him, “She'll get some tits” and then Liz uses her dancing as a way to keep her audition chances alive. Verhoeven stops talking to his assistant and turns to watch Liz humping Charlize's agent in his chair. He stares and mutters, "Yeah! THAT'S what I had in mind. THIS girl's got it all... what's her name again?"

Liz hears him, looks over and gives Charlize a gloating smile and a wink and then starts rubbing her agent's face with her boobs. Charlize instantly stands up and warns, "Hey! Get your sorry tits off his face, bitch!"

Liz stops, looks at her and growls, "WHAT did you call me?"

"I called you a bitch!" Charlize says, her face flushing.

Liz turns to the agent, gives him a big kiss, and says, "Better cool your little girl down before she gets hurt..."

Charlize snapped!! "Get your sweaty, phony, silicone, sacks off my man's face..." she screamed, jumping to her feet. "...or I'm gonna rip those fake boobs off and shove 'em down your throat... you bitch!"

Liz continued to rub against John for a few more seconds, then stopped and let his flushed face fall onto his chest. Turning to glare at Charlize; her eyes narrowed with hatred; Liz said slowly, "EX-cuse me? What did you call me...you flat-chested bimbo?"

"You heard me...I called you a bitch...now let him go - or else!"

Smiling, Liz tenderly cupped Jansen' face in her hands, bent and softly gave him a long, long tongue-twisting, lip-sucking, kiss. Charlize couldn't take it and she looked away, her eyes misting; then she angrily swiped them with the back of her hand, then turned to confront Liz who looked her up and down dismissively, then patted John's cheek and told him, "Don't go anywhere hon...this won't take long!"

Charlize lunged, grabbed Liz's red-dyed hair and pulled her away from Steve and toward herself. It was all the dancer could do keep her balance as the enraged girlfriend swung her around and flung her against the wall. Liz hit hard, bounced off, and right into a wild, vicious, SLAP that rocked her head to the side! Off balance, Liz staggered, but she instinctively grabbed Charlize's dress trying to keep her balance. She held on, but the flimsy material came away in her hands with a loud RIIIIIIIIPP! As Liz tumbled down, she dragged Charlize down with her and they both crashed to the floor between the tables where they struggled in a tangle of flailing arms and thrashing legs.

People scrambled out of the way and others stood on chairs, craning their necks for a better view! John stayed in his seat, slamming down the last of his cocktail, then signaling the waitress for a refill; licking his lips and chortling, "Why don't YOU show her who's the boss, Charlize!"

On the floor at his feet was an amazing flurry of action; two gorgeous women rolling around on the beer-stained carpet, cussing, spitting, slapping, punching, and pulling hair. The action was faster and more intense than two jack rabbits fucking; their positions shifting constantly as they rolled over and over, first one, then the other on top.

Suddenly, with a loud CRACK, followed by a loud cry, Liz gained in top position and slapped Charlize so hard saliva sprayed from her mouth onto the face a redhead in the crowd who had wedged herself between two men to watch. Theron's body dropped flat on her back, her eyes glazing over. Then, slowly, Charlize pushed herself to a sitting position; her hands on the floor behind her. When she'd risen halfway, Liz nailed her with another punch; this one pancaking her left breast! With a squeal of pain, Charlize collapsed on her back, writhing in pain and clutching her mashed mammary; her eyes spilling tears.

She struggles to sit up, her hands on the floor behind her as everyone stares in awe at Liz as she bends over Charlize and POUNDS her fist into her other breast! With a wail of agony, Charlize falls back onto her back, her body spasming upward, her eyes squeezed tightly closed as she lets out a low moan and then slumps down flat.

Liz growls, "So...you like to pull hair huh? Well, come on up and fight!" She grabs two handfuls of Charlize’s hair and pulls her to her feet.

Liz lunges and drives her head into Charlize's mid-section, driving her back against the wall sandwiched between the cement block wall and Liz's sturdy body. She grunts as the air is forced from her lungs as she's slammed into the hard surface. Liz keeps her shoulder in Charlize's chest as she pummels her belly with a series of punches, fast thudding impacts - starting just above Charlize's neatly trimmed pubic hair and slowly working her way upward until she's slamming her knuckles into the soft undersides of Charlize's bare breasts. Charlize eats another hard shot to the face...then she peels off the wall and she goes down...crashing facefirst to the floor - not out cold, but still badly dazed to lay moaning at Liz's feet!

Charlize lifts her head and the crowd gasps at the sight of her bleeding nose, bloody lower lip and her unfocused eyes. She's had enough! But Liz hasn't!

"C'mon!" Liz screams. "You're some bad-ass bitch, huh? Well, you wanted a fight so get up and fight! Hell, I'm just getting warmed up!"

She hair-hauls Charlize up on rubbery legs and drags her onto the stage. Charlize is moaning and sputtering, "Please..." softly as she's dragged by the hair on all fours up the steps and out into the spotlight in the middle of the stage where she threw Charlize down on her back and straddled her hips on her knees. Glaring down at Theron, Liz reared up and hammered yet another punch that...SPLAT... smashed a bare breast flat against her chest. Charlize groaned even louder, but she didn't move; just lay flat on her back cupping her naked breasts with both hands, slowly shaking her head 'no'. Liz got to her feet, leaned over the blonde, her legs spread wide for leverage and then hair-hauled the stunned Theron back up onto her feet. Fueled by fear, Charlize managed a wild SLAP to Liz's cheek that rocked her back on her heels.

Liz let go of the blonde's hair as she staggered, her eyes wide with surprise. Charlize wound up and swung again - but Liz ducked under her sweeping hand and powered a low punch to the actresses soft belly that doubled Theron over with a loud, "OOOF!"

Charlize was frozen; her body hunched forward in breathless pain as Liz took calm, deadly, aim; spreading her feet before unleashing a punch with her full weight behind it! Her fist drove deep in the pit of Charlize's belly and her pretty face twisted in a grimace that betrayed her pain as all the air in her lungs was driven from her! Her hands dropped to her belly; her knees buckling as she folded forward; her mouth gaping wide as she struggled in vain to get air into her.

BAM!!! Holding Charlize by the hair, Liz wound up and hammered a hard uppercut flush on the point of her chin. The punch snapped her head back and Charlize saw the glitter painted ceiling as her eyes dimmed and she clattered back on her heels....to hit the wall so hard the crowd winced at the CRACK of her head against the plaster!

Charlize's body seemed to hang suspended for a moment, then toppled forward off the stage, sprawling into the crowd where her shoulder slamming against a silver stand holding ice and a bottle of champagne. The stand toppled over and spilled frigid water and ice onto Theron's battered bare chest. She gasped as the icy liquid took her breath away. Then her hand felt the champagne bottle by her side and looking up, she saw Liz coming to continue her beating.

Without thinking, Charlize picked up the champagne bottle by the neck and swung...but John snatched the bottle out of her hand just as she started to swing and instead of hitting Liz in the head with the bottle, her empty hand swept in front of Liz's wide eyes.

"Thanks hon," Liz said to John as he uprighted the champagne bucket and shoved the empty bottle back in it.

"What the hell...." Charlize gasped as she turned to glare at John. "I thought you we...

“…EEEEEEEEIIIIIIII..." Charlize's attention was roughly brought back to Liz - by the handful of hair Liz grabbed and pulled - throwing Theron to the floor flat on her back. "UNNNGH!" Charlize grunted as Liz stomped her stomach.

John's mouth dropped open in shock at the realization that his 'tough girlfriend' was getting her ass seriously kicked!

Charlize gave a weary, defeated moan as she slowly rolled, looked up at John pleadingly and whined, "John... huh... help me... oh, damn...please...HELP..." then her head dropped on the floor with a soft THUNK!

Grinning, Liz kicked Charlize in the ribs and screamed, "You wanted to fight, bad-ass? Well, get up and fight! Hell, I'm just gettin' warmed up!" Charlize struggled to her hands and knees just as Liz punctuated her challenge by giving the blonde's pale, white, ass a hard kick -which sent her sprawling back onto her stomach again. After a couple of failed attempts, Charlize finally grabbed a chair and tried to pull herself up.

Seeing Charlize struggling to rise, Liz took 'pity' on her and laughed, "Aww, here; lemme give you a hand!" She grabbed Charlize's disheveled hair and pulled her squealing in pain to all fours - then dragged her screaming up the steps and out onto the stage. Charlize tried to ease the pressure on her hair, scrambling to stay up with Liz, but the way the dancer was jerking and tugging her one way, then the other, she couldn't get her feet under her. Liz gave another hard yank and Charlize's feet flew out from under her and she slammed to the wooden stage on her butt. Liz ignored her pleas, and kept dragging the suffering blonde on her butt to the middle of the stage.

There, desperate to escape, Charlize wrapped her arms around Liz's legs and pulled her feet went out from under her! Liz dropped on her ass with a surprised grunt and Charlize, on all fours, started to crawl toward the front of the stage; toward John; toward the front door; toward safety!

But Liz wasn't going to let her get away and she pounced like a cat; slamming her butt down on Charlize's back; collapsing the blonde's arms. Charlize crashed down on her chest with a pained cry as her bruised, battered, breasts took the impact. Liz grabbed Charlize's hair, lifted her head, then banged Charlize's head on the stage, bouncing it like a basketball as Steve sat frozen; watching Liz work over his defeated girlfriend until Charlize went limp.

Liz stopped pounding her head on the stage and raised herself to her knees just far enough to flip Charlize over onto her back between her thighs, then she arranged the blonde's limp arms over her head. Charlize's long legs swept slowly back and forth, her thighs opening and then her legs jerking upward when Liz dropped her weight down on her stomach, not bothering to secure Theron's limp arms.

Then Liz really went to work; raining open handed slaps down on Charlize's unprotected breasts. It began with a brief flurry that whiplashed the aroused, hard, sensitive nipples using the tips of her flashing fingers; stinging them and making them swell hard and erect. She followed with full-on, palm strikes; her open hand connecting with a steady THWAP-WHAP-THWAP-WHAP could be heard throughout the hushed room.

Theron groaned, grunted and gasped in anguish as her hands fluttering in weak, ineffectual attempts to block the stinging slaps to her perky breasts - attempts Liz easily brushed aside - then retaliated for even that slight resistance; slamming her fist down on Charlize's pretty face to completely beat the last ounce of fight out of her!

Even in his alcohol befuddled state of arousal, Steve realized someone had to stop it before Charlize was seriously hurt but as he stood, he knocked over the table and stumbled, falling onto the adjoining table and almost knocking that over as well. At least he got the attention of the bouncers who - mesmerized like everyone else by the actions of the redheaded Amazon - had been watching spellbound. They came scrambling up onto the small stage but it took three of them to pull Liz off. Charlize rolled onto her side and curled in a ball; her limp arms draped across her red, bare, battered, bosom. Even as they dragged her away, Liz managed to get in a final kick, one that sent ripples through the blondes ass!

Charlize rolled over and struggled to raise onto her knees with her torso still flat on the floor - her pale white ass shuddering in the air like a white flag of surrender - then she slid down flat on her stomach and, racked with sobs, buried her face in her hands and sobbed.

Liz pulled her arm away from the bouncers, grabbed the ice bucket and handed it to John who just stood frozen, his mouth gapping, and his dick throbbing; his eyes darting back and forth from Liz to Charlize. Liz laughed, "Here, looks like your 'bad ass bitch; needs to cool off." Then she grabs his tie and pulls him away. "C'mon big boy, I need an agent and you can do a whole lot better'n THAT wasted cunt!"

Charlize lay stripped almost naked, her face with her hands; her body shuddering uncontrollably; blood dripping from her nose and her lower lip; surrounded by hanks of Golden hair Liz had ripped out during the one-sided destruction. What remained of her clothes looked like they'd been shredded by a window fan. As she lay sobbing softly, moaning and utterly alone, her flushed face streaked with tears, she tried to push herself up, but it's beyond her strenght and she slumped back with a weary sigh. Just then, a blond dancer costumed as a nurse, came out with a towel she used to cover the blonde, then knelt beside her.

"There, there," she purred softly as she lifted Charlize's head into her lap. "Take your time; catch your breath, then I'll take you backstage and we'll get you back together."

"Whe...where...did everyone go?" Charlize mumbled, looking around at the rapidly emptying room as everyone chased after Liz. "And... who are you?"

The blond whispered, "My name's Sunny McKay, I'm here to help you." (For Sunny, it's love at first sight, or 'love thy neighbor' in the most literal sense of the phrase.)
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A few minutes later, Sunny - her arm around Charlize's waist to support her - guided the still-sobbing actress into her dressing room and helped her lay down on the couch against the wall. Charlize lounged languidly, her body and mind still in shock, relieved to escape the celebration of her defeat. Her breathing was rapid and ragged, and she mumbled incoherently while Sunny searched for the Vicodin she kept for emergencies. Once they were found and administered, Sunny went to get some water and warm towels and when she returned, Sunny tenderly wiped away her blood and tears, noticing Charlize's scalp was bloody where hair had been torn out by the roots. Charlize flinched when Sunny touched her. "Oh, there, there; my poor dear," Sunny cooed and kissed her cheeks softly. "That bitch really made a mess of you."

Charlize tried to sit up, moaning, "Wh…where's John?" before collapsing again.

Sunny knew the bastard was with Liz and could guess at why, but - hoping to cheer Charlize up - she said, "Making out an arrest complaint on that lethal bitch...I hope."

"What? She...she's done this before?" Charlize asked incredulously.

"I hear she's done it several times," Sunny sneered. "The twisted cunt probably gets off on it."

"She beat you too?" Charlize asked, incredulous.

"Not her, but others, yeah," Sunny told her with a curt nod, her eyes darting away, clearly embarrassed by her admission.

"But with me it's usually a quick ass kicking," Sunny sighed. "Porn stars and strippers really hate to break a nail or lose a hair extension. Unlike what happened to you here, One time, PJ Sparxx jumped me before I even knew what was happening. I guess she was sending me a message. Some of the other girls weren't so lucky."

"What did you mean about Berkley doing this before?" Charlize asked, struggling to sit up, clutching a towel to cover her bare breasts.

"I heard there was this dancer at one of the previous auditions; a pretty girl; big, real, tits...a lot bigger'n Liz's for sure," Sunny explained, using her cupped hands to indicate the size of the girl's natural breasts. "At first, everybody was surprised because Liz sorta took her under her wing, showing her the ropes like. Uncharacteristic. Then, on Saturday night, she and Liz left together; heading back to Liz's for drinks, the kid told me later."

Charlize tilted her head questionly, and winced at the sudden sharp pain it caused. Sunny continued, "So Tuesday Liz shows up all cheery...but no kid! The director is about to call the cops when the poor thing shows up. She's a wreck: black eye; swollen lip; her body covered with cuts and bruises. There's no way she can go on. She hurries into the back, gathers up her stuff, shoves it all in a bag and is headed out the door when I stop her to ask what the hell happened.

"She looks around like she's scared to death, then tells me Liz took her back to her place, jumped her and beat her up something awful. She kept her tied up all weekend, torturing her, abusing her she said...although she couldn't give me any details she was crying so bad. Said Liz told her if she ever tried to work in the same town where Liz was, something a lot worse would happen to her."

Charlize looked incredulous. "Why didn't she call the police?"

Sunny shook her head. "She was too frightened of Liz. Just ran out and nobody has seen her since. Probably went back to East Bumfuck and will have a dozen kids with her Cousin Jeb. So just be grateful; you got off lucky."

Charlize shook her head sadly, wincing in pain again. When she looked up, she realized John still hadn't returned. She asked Sunny about it and the porn star muttered, "Oh, he'll probably be here any minute."

But Sunny couldn't help wondering why the rat hadn't stopped the fight sooner? How could he shamelessly go off with the very bitch who'd beaten his girlfriend's eyes shut? She'd seen him carrying Liz around on his shoulders like SHE was his girlfriend instead of Charlize...why hadn't he come to help her? And where was he now?
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Meanwhile, in Liz's dressing room...

Liz was laughing as she told John, "Oh, did you see the way I kicked that cunt's ass! If those damn bouncers hadn't interfered...they broke it up too soon; I was just about to finish the bitch off when those clowns interfered."

John looked up adoringly at her from his seat on the floor at her feet as he caressed her bare foot. "Well, you WERE on top when they broke it up; and her eye IS gonna be black and blue tomorrow. It really looked like you got the best of her.." then added, "...this time."

"What? Whaddya mean, 'this time'?" Liz yowled in protest.

"I know how her mind works," John said, bending to kiss Liz's instep. "She won't be able to live with this. In her mind, she's not some loser who tucks tail and runs at the first disappointment. She's gonna sit and stew; think and ponder; then she's finally going to find a way to feel better about herself. That means she'll find a way to beat you...at something! Otherwise she'll go nuts."