So it wasn't too big a surprise when after Chelsea watched ten hard-fought, erotic, bouts between a plethora of porn stars, singers, actresses and various club members settling disputes, she wanted to test herself against 'top competition.' It took a while to arrange it, but after several 'practice matches' with other Stanford co-eds, Chelsea thought she was ready. Since Hillary was an honary member of the PSFC, Chelsea could visit the club archives which not only contained video tape/DVD of every match held in the club, but many private matches that had been recorded by club members and guests in their homes, hotels or elsewhere. The one collection Chelsea returned to again and again was that of a private party the club held at the home of actress Charlize Theron which featured not only a hot, sexually arousing catfight between Theron and her then-lover Sunny McKay, but an auction in which Theron was sold to the highest bidder. (Read about it HERE!) What happened both before and after that auction had all been video taped for posterity and the Charlize Theron that Chelsea saw in the tape was a tall, attractive blond she thought she could dominate.

Chelsea set the wheels in motion, contacting the club secretary and asking them to 'make it happen' that she and Theron would be invited to the same event where she could "accidentally" bump into the tall blonde and issue her challenge. Just in case Theron tried to back out, Chelsea had two female Secret Service agents assigned to her at all times who were not only discreet about her new interest in catfighting, but wouldn't mind watching her fight someone more interesting than the college girls she'd faced thus far.

So Chelsea wangled an invite to a swish Hollywood party where Charlize was scheduled to 'put in an appearance' according to her agent who had been willing to part with the valuable information in exchange for the right to booking Hill and Chelsea on another of her client's morning talk shows.

"Just don't tell Paula Zahn I traded Charlize to get you, OK?" the greedy agent asked, swearing Chelsea to secrecy. And so...
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Charlize looked at Chelsea and asked, "Do you really want to do this?"

Chelsea smiled and said, "Oh, I sure do!"

The tall, muscular South African blonde laughed and said, "You know you're screwing with the wrong person."

"Am I really?" asked the cocky dirty blonde. "I'm not afraid of you."

Charlize put her hands on her hips and said, "Well, I'm not afraid of you either; but I'm worried what your parents will say - or do - if I hurt you."

"You won't hurt me," the cocky dirty blonde confidently said. "But if by some chance you DO get lucky, they won't do anything to you although Mom will make my life miserable. She says Clinton women never lose."

"Well one Clinton woman is going to lose if she doesn't change her mind and back off. Do they know what you're planning?"

"Hell no, they never let me pick fights. They spent a lot of money so I'd learn self-defense but they won't let me use my skills. Mom would wrestle with me to make sure I knew how to defend myself but they told me if I want something to take it; to stand up for myself and never back down from anyone. Still, she'd never condone what I'm about to do. Sounds a bit hypocritical, but when you're a Clinton you live with hypocrisy every day, especially if it works to your advantage. Of course, after I whip you, I'll let them know and they'll gloat and brag to everyone how I whipped the fat ass of a so-called tough Hollywood celebrity."

"Or they'll keep quiet because their daughter got her ass kicked by THE toughest Hollywood celebrity," Charlize corrected.

"That'll never happen," Chelsea purred. "I don't care how tough you are Theron; I'm tougher and I'm going to show you what a Clinton can do."

"Well, I read the Starr report, so I already know what a Clinton can do. Matter of fact, I'm kinda looking forward to seeing how well you can fill the 'Monica' role. But before you try to kick my butt, have you ever even HAD a fight?" Charlize asked. "I don't want people saying I took advantage of a novice. It'd be bad for my reputation."

The dirty blonde pushed her curly locks to one side and laughed, "I've fought a few women and I work out a lot with my mom. I've fought several guys and I wrestle and box with my Secret Service agents several times a week. Hell, I even took on my dad."

"Yes, but did you ever win any?" Charlize inquired, struggling to suppress a smile.

"I've never lost!" Chelsea boasted, exaggerating a little. "Growing up in the Governor's Mansion and White House there were security people all over the place. I'd boss them around; push them to their limits, then when they couldn't take any more they'd say something and I'd kick their asses. Mom and I toured military bases overseas and the grunts all wanted to hit on me. Mom would give me some time alone occasionally and I'd get into it with some lucky soldier who thought he was going to get something off the President's daughter. I'd send all the right signals, then kick their ass when they ignored the word, 'NO!' And they always ignored it! Men are so dumb! But fighting with Dad was the best, even if he couldn't fight a lick. You should see me tossing him around when we wrestle. I'd pin him and torture him even after he'd give. We'd box and I'd knock him down several times then kick his ass. You'll find out soon enough what I am capable of doing. Now let's end the gabfest and start swinging. I came here to fight, not talk."

"All right Princess," the muscular South African said. "If you want to fight that bad, I'll fight you."

A crowd had gathered around the actress and the former President's daughter. Several actresses could be heard cheering Charlize on because, even though they didn't particularly like her, the prospect of a Hollywood actress being beaten by the spoiled daughter of wealth and privledge was just too awful to contemplate.

Cat Bell said, "Come on Charlize, what are you waiting for? Teach the arrogant bitch a lesson."

The two women took fighting stances and Charlize was surprised Chelsea didn't start circling. The muscular South African feinted, faked a left hand punch and instead threw a right. The tall, skinny Senator's daughter, threw up her left hand and easily blocked the punch, then countered with a fast right-left combination. Both punches landed on the South African beauty's chin and everyone gasped as Charlize's long tawny legs buckled and she fell over backwards, hitting her head on the floor. THONK!

The dirty blonde threw her hands in the air as if she'd already won and turned to the crowd who had been rooting for the leggy blonde to teach the spoiled brat a lesson. Everyone stood open-mouthed and silent as Chelsea crowed, "I thought she was supposed to be tough. Look at her, five seconds and she's already flat on her back. Not that she doesn't look both beautiful and natural stretched out like that with those perky little breasts 'en pointe'."

Chelsea turned back to Charlize and imitating a referee, began to count, slowly raising her hand and dropping it in Charlize's face as she intoned, "ONE.....TWO....THREE...." When Chelsea reached ten she waved her arms over Charlize and again turned to the crowd.

"If we were boxing, both Ms. Thang here and the fight would both be oh-so-over!" Then she looked down at the dazed blonde who still hadn't moved from where she fell. "So what did you say you were going to do to me? I don't think so sweet cheeks. No actress can beat a Clinton." Chelsea knelt beside Charlize and slapped her face sharply, grumbling, "Either give up and admit you're no good or get off your ass and fight. But I'm required by law to warn you, if you're stupid enough to get up I'm really going to take you apart."

Charlize blinked as she looked up at the young woman looming over her. She tried to speak but her jaw was too sore and she was still badly dazed. Chelsea's expertly delivered combination of punches had taken her completely by surprise as she'd badly underestimated both her strength and her ability. Charlize had been down for over thirty seconds and still wasn't really able to continue but she was proud of her reputation of being among the toughest celebrities and there was no way she was about to admit defeat to this young woman. Slowly, Charlize started to sit up but Chelsea put a foot on the leggy blonde's chest and gently pushed her back down onto her back. She leaned on Charlize's chest and pressed down hard, flattening her small breast under her foot.

"You're not very bright, blondie. You already lost. You'd better stay down or I'm going to torture you the way I saw those porn stars do - or maybe you like that kinky shit?"

Sensing that the daughter of the ex-President could take care of herself better than expected, Liz Hurley laughed and told Charlize, "Maybe you better stay down, hon. You look right at home on your back anyway so it's no big deal for you, right?"

Chelsea looked down at her blushing prey and asked again, "So tough girl; you give up, or what?"

Still unable to speak coherently, Charlize just shook her head slowly.

"Good," replied Chelsea. "I love to fight anyone with a little spirit. Usually at this point everyone I ever fought knew I was superior and they pretty much would do anything just to make the pain stop. Guess women really are NOT the weaker sex."

Chelsea lifted her foot off Charlize's chest and as she started to push herself up with her hands behind her, Chelsea reached down and ripped the muscular blonde's halter top off. Eying her opponent's smaller bosom, Chelsea noted with delight that although her breasts were indeed small, the nipples were just as she remembered them from the PSFC videos, long and hard!

"Wow, what a couple a perky nips!" she exclaimed as she grabbed Charlize's nipples in her thumb and forefinger and pulled the blonde screaming to her feet. When she had Charlize eye-to-eye with her, Chelsea quickly raised her left leg, screamed, "Hiya!" as she snapped her foot out and drove the heel into Charlize's groin. Pain shot through Charlize's entire body and again her legs buckled. But this time, Chelsea kept her grip on Charlize's long nipples and kept her upright just long enough to shoot her other leg up. With another cry of, "Hiya," Chelsea slammed another hard kick to Charlize's already sore 'Mound of Venus.' Chelsea laughed, as Charlize made a sound like the squeal of a pig as the blonde beauty's eyes rolled back until Chelsea could see only the white of eyes.

"Let her go," cried Teri Hatcher. "You're killing her!"

Chelsea shrugged and replied, "You want me to let her go, no problem." She released Charlize's nipples and she slumped down onto her butt and then rolled onto her back. As Charlize wilted, Chelsea reached out and grabbed her skirt which pulled away as Charlize slumped to the floor. Chelsea laughed as she looked at the skirt, then flipped it to one of her friends in the crowd.

"Hold onto this, it'll make a good trophy to commemorate my victory."

She then turned to Teri and growled, "I challenged her and she accepted. It's not my fault if she can't take what I'm dishing out."

The dirty blonde looked down at Charlize who was rocking on the floor with both hands wedged tight between her clenched thighs as a trickle of blood from her nose ran over the supine blonde's chin. Chelsea kicked Charlize in the ribs and laughed as her body shuddered from the blow.

"Leave her alone," said Jennifer Garner. "She's finished. You've won, that's enough."

Chelsea looked down at Charlize and asked, "Well bitch, are your girlfriends right? Have you had enough?"

To everyone's surprise, the battered South African stubbornly shook her head. Chelsea sighed and slowly shook her head contemptuously as she said, "You really are some kind of a masochist! I didn't believe those tapes when I saw it but damn girl you are one kinky slut!"

When Charlize didn't answer, Chelsea reached down, grabbed the South African's blonde hair and lifted her up to her knees. To her surprise, however, Charlize wrapped her muscular arms around the former first daughter's waist, picked her straight up in the air and started squeezing her in a bearhug. Charlize's muscular arms applied incredible pressure to the young woman's torso and Chelsea grunted and moaned as Charlize tightened her powerful grip.

Jennifer Garner started applauding and turned to Janeane Garofalo, cheerfully announcing, "Looks like the fight's over now."

Janeane grumbled, "You want to put your money where your mouth is? I've got $500 says Chelsea not only escapes but kicks the crap outta Theron."

Jennifer smiled and smugly said, "I'm glad you like giving your money away bitch. You're on!"

They shook hands but Janeane squeezed Jennifer's hand tight and as the brunette grimaced in surprise, Janeane hissed, "And while Theron's eating Chelsea out, you'll be licking my pussy too!"

Jennifer flushed with embarrassment, then kicked Janeane in the shin and jerked her hand free. But Janeane surprisingly smacked the 'Alias' star in the head and, caught by surprise, Jennifer went down in a heap. She quickly got up and threw a haymaker that knocked Janeane's glasses off and sent the comedian/director flying back into some trash cans where she slid down and almost disappeared into one half-filled can.

Teri Hatcher patted Jennifer in the back and said, "I can't think of a more appropriate place for that piece of garbage, 'cept maybe a sewer."

While Charlize's celebrity friends were cheering wildly, Chelsea's friends and supporters were screaming for her to break free. Charlize's muscles strained and her face glistened as perspiration covered her flushed face.

"Give up, Chelsea; it's over!" Charlize gasped with her face buried in the valley between Chelsea's firm young heaving breasts.

Chelsea groaned as she struggled fruitlessly in Charlize's powerful arms, her hands on Theron's wrists trying to pry them from around her waist. It was becoming apparent to her why Charlize was considered one of the Queens of Hollywood Catfighting! She wondered how much longer she could endure the pain of Charlize's crushing bear hug.

Finally Chelsea heard one of her friends scream, "Pull her fukkin' hair Chels!"

Chelsea summoned up strength she didn't know she had as she grabbed Charlize's blonde hair on both sides and began to jerk, yank and twist Charlize's head. Charlize, let out a yelp that was muffled by Chelsea's breasts, but she applied even more pressure to her powerful vice-like grip until Chelsea screamed and released Charlize's golden locks. Chelsea then tried to kick or knee Charlize, but their bodies were pressed so close together, she couldn't get her leg between them so she could bring either of her knees up.

Thinking quickly, Chelsea started jabbing her heels into the back of Charlize's legs and now it was time for Charlize to cry out again. Showing the spirit and determination of someone who rarely lost and was well-respected by her fellow fighters, Charlize continued to hold tight to her bearhug and again she tightened her hold! Chelsea screamed and groaned again, knowing she had to break free soon before the powerful South African started breaking up her body.

Realizing it was approaching desperation time, Chelsea, started throwing short lefts and rights into Charlize's face. Charlize was shocked at this tactic and glared as Chelsea's tactics only confirmed what the powerful South African had already suspected, that her powerful bear hug was sapping the gutsy challenger's strength for the punches didn't have the sting her first punches packed. In fact, these punches felt like gnats or flies buzzing around her face. But Chelsea kept peppering the blonde beauty with punch after punch until she began to realize they weren't hurting the bit South African.

Chelsea stopped throwing punches, opened her hands and reached out. Charlize screamed like an animal caught in a trap as Chelsea dug razor-sharp fingernails into the soft flesh of her cheeks. Chelsea continued to sadistically dig her nails into Charlize's face until blood ran down the South African's cheeks. Charlize tried to apply more pressure to her bearhug, but the pain from Chelsea's talons was too great to withstand and she had to release her!

As soon as she was free, Chelsea drove her head forward and slammed her forehead into the bony plate of Charlize's chest between her small perky breasts. Charlize clutched her chest as she staggered back wide-eyed, gasping for air. Chelsea followed, her driving her head into the blonde's stomach and bending her forward, then straightened up and cracked Charlize under the chin flipping her over backward. The big blonde hit the floor hard on her back and lay gasping and wheezing as she watched a flight of tiny birds fluttering around in a circle before her eyes.

"Finish her," growled one of Chelsea's Secret Service agents; a hulking brunette with close-cropped hair whose demeanor said 'dyke' as clearly as if she hung a sign around her neck. Chelsea looked at her and winked, then drove her foot into Charlize's ribs. The blonde grunted as she curled up with her arms wrapped around her mid-section.

"That's it," screamed the excited Garofalo, who'd just rejoined the spectators, She glared at Teri Hatcher and stuck her tongue between two fingers in a 'V' and wiggled it lasciviously in Teri's blushing face.

"You're disgusting," Teri Hatcher told Janeane, then swung and knocked the goofy comedianne/director out cold!

Chelsea reached down and wrapped her hand in Charlize's long, silky soft hair and lifted the dazed South African beauty back up to her feet. Chelsea held her by her blonde hair as Charlize swayed unsteadily, then Chelsea started pulling, swinging Charlize around in a circle. Charlize screamed as Chelsea swung her around and around before she finally let her go; sending Charlize flying several feet before she crashed to the floor. Chelsea slowly walked over to where her foe was lying to show her feminine side, swinging her hips from side to side in a parody of a streetwalkers sexy strut. When she got to Charlize, the blonde was still lying on the floor. Chelsea gave her another hard kick in the ribs, then reached down and again used a handful of blonde hair to lift her to her feet. Holding her at arms length, Chelsea spit in Charlize's face before she gave her yet another kick; again planting her foot squarely in Charlize's already battered and aching pussy!

Once again Charlize's legs buckled and as she started to go down, Chelsea let go of her hair, reached out and clamped her arms around Charlize's waist, catching her and pulling her to her belly-to-belly. As Charlize hung in Chelsea's embrace, her arms swung limp at her sides and her head lolled back on her shoulders as Chelsea thrust her pelvis against Charlize's and started squeezing with all her might. Leaning back slightly, Chelsea heaved Charlize completely up off her feet. Everyone gasped, stunned that the dirty blonde could get the mighty Theron off her feet. Charlize had been stunned by Chelsea's brutality and she was again surprised by how powerful she was. Despite a lack of obvious muscularity, Chelsea was clearly stronger than she looked as the painful bearhug demonstrated. The hold was hurting Charlize as most of her supporters knew from seeing the pained expression on her face!

As she continued to squeeze, Chelsea sneered, "I thought she was tough. She hasn't shown me a thing; I'm taking the bitch apart."

Chelsea continued to talk until the muscular blonde took a page from her playbook and punched Chelsea in the head her with a hard right. Chelsea moaned and staggered and fell over backward but she held onto Charlize keeping her tight in the crushing bearhug. The back of Chelsea's head hit the floor first a split second before Charlize's forehead hit right beside her. They lay side by side, both moaning but neither moving for several seconds.

"Get up Chelsea," screamed her supporters.

"Come on Charlize, get up!" cried her friends, definitely worried as they nervously eyed Chelsea's butch entourage.

Charlize shook her head as she looked around for Chelsea who was still on her back. She crawled over to Chelsea and slowly mounted her. Sitting astride Chelsea's waist, Charlize was ready to take the fight to the skinny bitch that had been mauling her badly just moments earlier. As Charlize drew back to punch, however, Chelsea suddenly bucked and tossed the blonde off. She had recovered from hitting her head and was ready to resume beating the bejeezez out of Hollywood's premier catfighter. Chelsea knew she was on the verge of winning and wasn't about to let the powerful blonde steal her deserved victory.

Chelsea quickly rose to her feet while Charlize took a little longer. The two combatants faced each other, Charlize breathing heavily and favoring her groin as she hobbled backward looking to catch her breath. She was surprised to see Chelsea's face was virtually unmarked while she could feel the blood on hers. Charlize set her feet and snapped a lead right hand which banged off Chelsea's left cheek. If the punch hurt her, the tough Clinton woman didn't show any signs of it. She answered with a snapping left to Charlize's chest, then a hard right to Charlize's chin rocked her head. Not to be outdone, Charlize let her hands go, throwing a rapid flurry of lefts and rights. Chelsea stood in and answered back with thumping lefts and rights of her own! As the two combatants went toe to toe, throwing punch after punch, the spectators clapped and cheered wildly as they eagerly waited for one of them to give ground and start backing up. But neither was about to give ground and they continued to land heavy punch after heavy punch; Charlize whiplashing Chelsea's head while young Clinton's fists sent tremors rippling through Charlize's bare body.

As the two brawlers stood toe to toe, throwing punch after punch, Charlize suddenly changed the level of aggression as she began to mix in some kicks to Chelsea's legs. Not to be outdone, Chelsea too started kicking in between her punches. The kick-boxing ended when Chelsea slipped inside a wild Theron right and drove her fist into the blondes right tit! Charlize winced and her hand involuntarily reached for the pancaked orb, leaving her head exposed. Chelsea landed a punch to Charlize's temple and the blonde beauty crumpled; dropping to her knees. Chelsea kicked her over onto her back and mounted her as Chelsea's friends screamed loudly and called for their heroine to put an end the fight. But as Chelsea mounted her chest, Charlize reached up, grabbed Chelsea's wrists and pulled her off balance, rolling her off to one side. Charlize rolled and came up on top as Chelsea's supporters groaned and Charlize's friends whooped and yelled at her to put an end to Chelsea's evening.

Charlize wrestled Chelsea's arms down and pinned them between Chelsea's body and her legs. With Chelsea defenseless, Charlize was going to show the wildcat she'd picked the wrong actress to mess with. Charlize threw a hard left and followed with a hard right that rocked Chelsea's head from side-to-side. Chelsea bucked her hips trying to throw Charlize off but the blonde had the leverage and she was too experienced to do anything foolish that would cost her that advantage. She smiled as Chelsea continued bucking, then sheh backhanded Chelsea across the face with her right hand; then another backhand with her left reddened Chelsea's cheek.

Catching Chelsea by surprise, Charlize prepared for the kill and let her hands go; pounding a series of hard rights and lefts in rapid succession that busted Chelsea's lip and blackened her eye.

After six or seven hard punches to her face, Chelsea sobbed, "No more…please?"

Charlize stopped punching and looked down at her suddenly submissive foe, telling her with a touch of admiration. "You put up a great fight. The only reason I'm going to let you go without stripping or humiliating you further is because I respect you for a good, tough fight. However, if you want to fight again, I'll give you the worst beating of your life and I promise you - next time I'll make you suffer."

Charlize got off Chelsea and looked over at Cat Bell and Teri Farrell who were beaming with relief that one of their own had, if not dominated, at least beaten an 'outsider. Shaking her head, Charlize told them, "That girl can fight. She's a lot stronger than she looks." She turned back to Chelsea, who despite having the better of Charlize for most of the night, now looked very much like the loser. "You gave me one of the toughest fights I've had since Cat. I hope you've learned your lesson because I sure don't ever want to fight you agin. But if so, I'll tear you apart so that everyone realizes tonight was just an aberration."

Teri hugged Charlize and said, "I'm glad you didn't strip her. There's no way I want to see that body nude. She's not exactly top heavy but in point of fact, there's not much below the waist either."

Charlize laughed and said, "Next time we fight I WILL strip her. If she thinks those Porn Star fights are so much fun I ought to strip her so she can see how it feels." Then as she posed with a frowning and embarrassed Chelsea, Charlize asked her, "OK Ebert and Roper, since you were so critical of my performance earlier, how do I look now?"

Chelsea muttered something and rolled over, getting to her feet and walking quickly away with her Secret Service entourage.

Teri Hatcher smiled and facetiously said, "You weren't bad, but when she stripped you she exposed your shortcomings. Now, if she stripped ME, you'd see a 'two thumbs up' review."

"Yeah right," moaned the victorious and exhausted blonde. "But those aren't thumbs! And, any time you want to compete in a wet T-shirt contest against me, my 'points' will be ready and able. No offense, but your anorexic look is passé."

Everyone laughed as Charlize and her friends took off to celebrate her victory. Meanwhile, Janeane Garofalo and Chelsea's friends comforted the ex-President's and Senator's daughter who was in shock and disbelief at the outcome.

"I can't believe I lost," Chelsea muttered. "Clinton women never lose. I beat the shit out of her and I LOST? Mother will never let me forget that a piece of celebrity trash beat me. She's going to kick my ass when she hears about this." Then she started sobbing as she repeated over and over, "Mom's going to kick my ass."

Janeane Garofalo, trying to cheer the demoralized loser up said, "She don't want a rematch. Hell, you know what you're capable of and you know what she's capable of. Avoid making the same mistake and you'll give her an even worse beating than you gave her tonight."

Three days later Chelsea was back home in New York, sitting in her apartment when her mother burst through the door. She slammed the door behind her and held up The New York Post, demanding, "What the hell is this?" Chelsea looked at the paper and saw a picture of herself, battered and bruised face as she was being comforted by friends.

"I had a fight," Chelsea mumbled. "No big deal."

The Senator looked at her daughter and said, "I can live with a fight. My trouble is with you losing. I have trouble with pictures and headlines smeared across the front page of newspapers all over the world. How the hell did the paparazzi get pictures?"

Chelsea looked down and shamefully said, "I challenged Theron because she's supposed to be one of the toughest Hollywood stars. I thought I could beat her and invited a couple of photographers to watch. But Mom, I had an agreement that they'd only use the pictures if I won."

"Please don't tell me you just said they were only going to sell pictures if you won. You can't be that dumb! That sounds like something your idiot father would do."

"I made a mistake Mom," Chelsea said.

"You think?" Hillary sarcastically said. "There are two rules when it comes to the paparazzi. The first rule is never trust the paparazzi." She then paused and waited for what she said to sink in.

"What's the second rule?" the young Clinton asked.

"NEVER TRUST THE PAPARAZZI!" When Chelsea laughed, Hillary was furious and slapped her, knocking Chelsea off the chair. "So you think this is a joke, Missy?" Chelsea glared angrily as she looked up at her mother and Hillary disdainfully said, "Oh Chelsea, you can be so dense sometimes. There isn't any media around and I'm certainly not impressed. Hell, I already met with the media to try and do a little damage control to this latest debacle and embarrassment."

Chelsea stopped sniffling, stood up and looked at her mother, "This isn't about you Mom."

Hillary stepped forward nose to nose with her, "The hell it isn't! Everything in this family is about ME. It always was and it always will be, especially now! So don't tell me you're the victim."

Hillary took two steps back and gave her daughter another hard slap. Chelsea got a look in her eyes that Hillary had never seen from her daughter before; the same look she'd gotten herself many times when dealing with Bill and their incompetent staff.

"Don't tell me you're going to hit me. You don't have the stones to hit me," Hillary sniffed. Chelsea stepped back and hesitated. She was still more than a little intimidated by her powerful mother. Hillary glared at her daughter and said, "That's what I thought. You're just like your father. If you'd hit me I'd have torn you apart young lady. You may be tough, but you'll never be tougher than me." As Chelsea's eyes started to tear, Hillary stared daggers at her, "I told you, turn off the tears." Chelsea continued to cry and Hillary gave her a light slap on the cheek and told her, "Hey dummy! Clinton women only cry when there's something to be gained by it. Toughen up." She then slapped her again; this one was a lot harder!

Chelsea suddenly took a fighting stance and Hillary blinked in surprise, then laughed, "So the mouse is going to stand up to the lioness. All right baby, I've worked with you on fighting for many years and taught you all I know, let's see what you remember."

She threw a left-handed jab but Chelsea easily blocked and countered with an open handed palm strike to Hillary's throat. Hillary grabbed her throat as she went down on one knee. Chelsea threw her right leg up, sending her foot toward her mother's face. Gagging, Hillary's eyes opened wide as she saw Chelsea's foot grow larger and larger. Was Chelsea going to end the fight with one punch and one kick? To Hillary's surprise, Chelsea's foot stopped inches from her throat. Then Chelsea leaped high in the air and snapped her foot towards her mother's forehead. At the last second, it veered off to the side of her mother's head.

"Damn you!" cried Hillary, "I told you, you didn't have the stones to finish an opponent. If you were down, I'd have finished you off - I wouldn't care who you are."

Hillary got up and surprised Chelsea by kicking her daughter in the stomach. Hillary grabbed Chelsea's right wrist, and started to twist but as she started the move, Chelsea landed a hard left up under Hillary's rib cage. The Senator gasped for air and lost her hold on Chelsea's arm. Chelsea spun and planted a hard kick to Hillary's side sending her tumbling off to the side where she landed upside down with her legs draped over the seat of a couch. Chelsea immediately mounted her mother; sitting on her chest. She picked up one of the large seat cushions, slapped her mother across the face and said, "You can't beat me Mom, I'm too tough for you now. Give up before I hurt you."

The Senator just laughed and said, "Finish me off if you can. I've still got plenty of fight left and I don't think you're mentally or physically strong enough to beat me."

Hearing her mother imply that she was a wimp, the younger Clinton slammed the cushion down on her mother's face and leaned on it, applying smothering pressure. Hillary kicking and twisted her hips, struggling to push the cushion up off her face before she passed out from lack of air.

The dirty blonde Chelsea taunted her mother, "Not tough enough?"

Hillary slapped Chelsea's thighs, hips and arms for several minutes before she stopped and her body went limp. Chelsea lifted the cushion from Hillary's face, looked down at her unconscious mother and slapped her awake as she laughed disdainfully. "Not tough enough your old ass mommy dearest!"
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Charlize Theron vs. Chelsea Clinton (Rematch) by Bob

A week after smothering her mother, Chelsea was on private corporate jet with a few close friends. She was heading back to Los Angeles where she had some unfinished business. She didn't know whose words had been more painful, her mother's when she implied she was a wimp; or Charlize Theron who said she'd strip her if she faced her again; or Teri Hatcher, who made fun of her body and nonexistant sex appeal. She'd gotten revenge against Hillary, now Theron was next. Her plan was simple, she'd take revenge against Charlize and make her eat her words - among other things - then show Teri Hatcher she was all woman. When her plane landed in LA, Chelsea and her friends deplaned and as they strode through the airport they saw the limo driver who'd been hired to pick them up. When they reached the limo, they were surprised to be greeted by Janeane Garofalo and Courtney Love who were sitting in the back seat downing bottles of California sparkling wine.

"What are you doing here?" Chelsea asked.

"Are you kidding, I thought you'd welcome a friendly face. Per your instructions I called Charlize and told her you're coming. She's been boasting to her friends what she's going to do to you. Some loud-mouth reporter asked your mother about it on C-SPAN and they played the clip where she told the world you're going to, and I quote, '... kick Theron's ass because a Clinton never loses!' Now she's ready and waiting, but I have a feeling it wouldn't matter because you're going to give her a worse beating than last time."

"Oh, I plan to give her the beating of her life, only this time I intend to win too."

"A lot of us have been looking forward to someone beating that blonde bimbo's ass Chelsea; I know you can do it," Courtney gushed. "Maybe when you're done with her, you can kick some more ass. The crowd she hangs around with all suck big time."

"Well, let's see what happens with Charlize first," Chelsea grinned. "But I definitely want Teri Hatcher. She made some disparaging remarks about my body so she's going to have to pay for that."

"Chelsea, you and your friends can stay at my place," Janeane said. We can relax, enjoy the pool and go find Charlize tomorrow. She shouldn't be hard to find, especially since she has been telling everyone what she's going to do to you."

"Sounds good to me, Janeane," Chelsea replied. "Tomorrow, I show her who's tougher."

The next morning, Janeane drove Chelsea and their friends to Warner Brother's Studio in several stretch limos. Janeane told Chelsea Charlize was shooting and would be on the lot bright and early. She even made a point of parking in Charlize's parking space just so the blonde wouldn't miss the fact Chelsea was in town. Chelsea was still upset over the way Charlize and her friends had made fun of her lack of 'sex appeal' as if she were some kind of 'B' movie actress instead of an internationally famous daughter of a former President of the United States and an incumbent United States Senator. Chelsea had something to prove to them and so she'd worn her shortest skirt, a push- up bra and a tight sweater. She'd even changed her hair to try to look sexier.

When Charlize arrived on the set, she saw Chelsea and her friends sitting with Janeane and Charlize smiled and said, "Nice to see you again, first daughter."

Chelsea nodded, "You talked big about what you'd do when we fought again. Well you're going to get your wish - if you have the guts."

Charlize smiled and said, "I've got the guts. Actually you tarnished my reputation. A number of people are saying I was lucky to beat you but we both know it wasn't luck."

"Do we?" Chelsea asked, raising one eyebrow quizzically. "I thought you were lucky as hell and you know it. But this time you're not going to get lucky. I'm going to hurt you and finish you off... Porn Star style."

Charlize shivered at the prospect of a humiliating defeat, but shoved Chelsea away and said, "We'll see, won't we."

Chelsea pushed the blonde back and mimicked, "Well see."

Just then, the door to the sound stage swung open and Cat Bell walked in with Teri Hatcher. "Hope we're not late," Cat purred. "I just got your message and the traffic between here and Teri's was murder. Did we miss anything?"

"No," Charlize said. "Chelsea was just bragging about how she's going to....."

Chelsea screamed as she leaped in the air, her legs scissor kicking as the landed a left-right combination kick to Charlize's unprotected pussy. The big blonde grabbed her groin and dropped gasping to her knees; almost pitching over on her face but catching herself by putting one hand down on the floor to steady herself as the fought to catch her breath.

She sat up on her haunches as Chelsea glared down at the wounded blonde and sighed, "Doesn't look any different from the first fight, you on your knees and me standing over you."

Chelsea leaped in the air again and this time came down with another two kick combination, her left foot slamming into Charlize's right tit, and her right foot flattening Charlize's left tit. The standing drop-kick knocked the muscular South African on her back.

Chelsea turned to Teri and sneered, "Golly gee, it sure looks likes she IS giving me a beating. Oh my goodness, what will I do next?"

Teri spit and grumbled, "Fight's not over. You know from the last fight you may win a battle but she'll win the war."

Chelsea jabbed a finger into Teri's bulging bra and growled, "You better HOPE she wins because when she loses, you're next."

Teri didn't answer so Chelsea pinched her tit and asked, "What's a matter? Afraid?"

Before Teri could answer, Chelsea turned away and went back to work on Charlize who had started to get up. Chelsea swung around and slammed a foot into the blonde beauty's chest, kicking her over backward again. With Charlize sprawled on her back. Chelsea straddled her and grabbed the South African's wrists to pin them to the floor. Even after taking several hard kicks, Charlize showed why she had a reputation for toughness as she strained to keep Chelsea from pinning her arms down. They struggled and writhed on the floor, Chelsea trying to pin her foe and Charlize, trying to roll Chelsea off. After struggling for thirty seconds, Charlize finally rolled Chelsea over and got on top. She grabbed Chelsea's wavy hair and pulled. Chelsea was still holding Charlize's wrists and she tried to force Charlize's hands away from her hair but Charlize held tight with both hands in her hair.

Realizing she couldn't free her hair from Charlize's grip, Chelsea let go of her wrists. Charlize quickly let go of Chelsea's hair and gave her a hard slap. Chelsea's face became contorted with pain and the South African slapped her again. Chelsea started to buck but Charlize just laughed and said, "Well, you still have a lot of fight in you. I like your spunk, but it's not going to keep me from giving you one hellacious beating."

She balled her fist and smacked Chelsea in the nose which immediately began bleed. Charlize stayed on the attack, punching Chelsea in her right eye which started to turn black and swell. Young Chelsea started to sob and Charlize gave her a backhand slap across the mouth that brought blood from Chelsea's lower lip. But when Chelsea tasted her blood, she screamed and started bucking furiously. Charlize had thought Chelsea was beaten and the sudden thrust caught her by surprise. She went flying off, landing headfirst on the floor. She rolled over, got up and turned around just in time to be hit waist high by the desperate dirty blonde who charged headfirst into her. Chelsea drove the top of her head into Charlize's belly and pushed her several feet before she fell with Chelsea landing on top. As soon as Charlize's back hit the floor, she grabbed Chelsea's hair and they rolled over and over, stopping with Charlize on top. She quickly landed two hard punches to Chelsea's small chest and heard her cry out in pain. Charlize punched Chelsea's right eye which burst open, splattering blood from a cut. Chelsea started sobbing again and Charlize looked down at her and said, "Boy, your face is a mess. You can't win. Why don't you give up before you really get hurt."

But the sobbing Chelsea reached up and grabbed Charlize's tits, "I'm not giving up. You haven't beaten me!"

Charlize pried Chelsea's hands from her breasts and said, "Uh-uh. Mustn't touch!"

She forced Chelsea's arms down flat on the floor and once she had her pinned, Charlize swung her long muscular legs up and covered Chelsea's arms. "I said I was going to rip your clothes off the next time we fight and I meant it!"

Charlize grabbed the front of Chelsea's sweater and pulled until it ripped down both side seams. She pulled it off and threw it aside, then went to work on Chelsea's black lace push-up bra until it snapped open between the small cups. Chelsea bucked and twisted, wanting desperately to cover up, but Charlize had her legs firmly in control of Chelsea's arms and they couldn't move.

"Alright dammit," Chelsea screamed. "Lemme up you bitch. You won."

Charlize smiled and continued to sit on her stomach as she caressed Chelsea's soft, pale breasts, tweating the dark nipples until they were hard and erect. "Just remember how easily I beat you this time. The first time we fought, you fought well but you were lucky. I hope this is our last fight."

She gave Chelsea's bare breasts a final slap, then got up and turned to say something to Janeane Garofalo. As Charlize opened her mouth to say something clever to the mouthy brunette comedienne, she let out a SQUEEK as she felt a heavy blow and a sharp pain in her groin. Chelsea, from flat on her back had kicked her right between her relaxed and parted legs. Charlize stood still, slightly bent forward, her face pale and her open mouth gasping for air. Chelsea swung her foot again and this time her toes sank deep into Charlize's belly. She collapsed on the floor on top of Chelsea. Both were in a lot of pain but at this point, Chelsea was in far better shape than Charlize although she wasn't yet strong enough to roll the South African's dead weight off of her. Chelsea arched her back as she planted her feet and heaved trying desperately to push the South African off. When she couldn't budge her, Chelsea instead grabbed Charlize's throat and began to choke her. As her hands tightened, Charlize's face turned blue. Suddenly, the young woman shoved Charlize off, then rolled up over and on top of her.

Her face a bloody mess, Chelsea nonetheless looked up and leered at Teri, "Remember bitch, you're next!"

Teri angrily screamed, "She let you go because you gave and then you kicked her? You have no honor you cunt."

Chelsea laughed maniacally and said, "So what? Anything goes!"

But as she was laughing, Charlize surprised Chelsea by grabbing her wrists and pulling them away from her throat. Charlize bucked and sent Chelsea airborne, then raised her knee. When Chelsea came down, Charlize’s knee smashed into her groin. Chelsea let out a scream, bounced and toppled off and lay on the floor holding her groin and moaning in pain. Charlize was angrier than she'd been in a long time as she struggled to her knees, eyed her target, and fell forward with her elbow driving down square into Chelsea's tits.

Chelsea screamed, "OWWWWWWW ..... shit! I give up."

Charlize laughed and said, "How many times do you think I'll fall for that trick? This time the fight ends when I say you've had enough," she growled as she rose to her knees and fell forward again, slamming her forehead down on Chelsea's groin.

"No more please, no more."

Charlize looked at the beaten fighter and asked, "Did I hear you say 'thank you Charlize, I'd like another?'"

She rose again, turned sideways and dropped her long, muscular leg across Chelsea's throat. The formerly first daughter's body bounced in the air, flopped back and went limp. Charlize looked down at the unconscious young woman, then finished stripping Chelsea of her skirt and panties. She slapped her awake and then pulled the whimpering young girl over her lap. THWACK! WACK! WHAP! SMACK! SPANK! THWAP! "NOW the fight's over," Charlize said after she spanked the spoiled brat despite Chelsea’s wildly waggling legs. Only when she felt Chelsea had finally learned her lesson, did Charlize give the young girl’s tight ass a squeeze and lift her red face with a hand under her chin. She glared into Chelsea’s eyes and warned her through clenched teeth, “If this was the Porn Star Fight Club, I’d sit on your face and force you to lick me to orgasm….a couple of times. You’re lucky this isn’t there!”

As Charlize got up, Janeane Garofalo ran up to her and screamed, "You cunt! She gave; you had no call to knock her out like that!"

Janeane raised her hand, but Teri Hatcher stepped between them, got nose to nose with Janeane and hissed, "You really don't want to fight her. She's a lot bigger than you and even after getting her pussy punted a few times, she's still in far better condition. If you want a fight, one with me would be fairer."

Janeane looked at her, swallowed hard and said, "I'll tear you in half and then I'll take your blonde girlfriend's ass"

Teri smiled and said, "Make your move; let's go."

Janeane smiled and said, "If you're so tough, why don't you make the first move?"

Teri took a step towards the obnoxious dark-haired comedienne and Janeane grabbed her by the hair, pulled hard and then started kicking the brunette's legs. The surprised Teri grabbed Janeane's wrists and wrestled with all her might, finally ripping the black-haired tough girl's hands from her hair. Holding Janeane's hands, she started kicking Janeane and as they traded kicks, Janeane would periodically grimace or cry out in pain. Both were kicking at a furious pace but when Janeane started to slow, the beautiful Teri grabbed the black-haired comedienne's hair with her right hand and yanked Janeane's head forward as she continued to kick her. Then she started slamming left hands down on Janeane's back and the back of her neck until Janeane screamed, "Let go!"

Teri laughed as Janeane continued to scream, "Leggo, you're hurting me."

She finally let go of Janeane's hair and backed off but as she turned to talk to Charlize and Cat, Teri saw Janeane coming at her out of the corner of her eye. At the last second, she turned and drove her right fist flush to Janeane's chin. Janeane's glasses went flying as Janeane dropped on her ass. Teri watched for several seconds, wondering if Janeane were going to get up and resume the fight but when she didn't move; Teri turned to her two friends and said, "I thought she gave up when she said I was hurting her. I never expected her to attack me."

Charlize smiled and said, "It's too bad we don't have a fight for you Cat."

Cat shrugged and jokingly said, "Not unless Courtney Love is interested. Hell, I'd take either one of you but I don't want to ruin your moment of triumph." Then she turned to Teri and asked, "Aren’t you gonna strip Janeane?"

Teri laughed and wrinkled her nose, "Ewwww, no! She's disgusting. No way I'm touching that body ‘ess I get paid to."

The three women headed to Charlize’s dressing room to get her ready for a day of work leaving Chelsea and Janeane flat on their backs. But things were about to get interesting! The following morning, Bill read the Secret Service report on the incident and he called Hillary, irate that 'she' had allowed her daughter to sully the Clinton’s reputation for toughness - not once but twice!

"I guess I've been too easy on Chelsea," Hillary harrumphed. "I thought letting her beat me a few times would build self-confidence but apparently all I've done is give the girl the illusion she's unbeatable."

"Well," Bill snarled angrily. "She's YOUR daughter, what’re you gonna do ‘bout it?"

"Hmmmmm," Hillary said. "I could bring her back here and kick her ass myself, but I think there's someone else needs tending to before I deal with Chelsea's run-away ego. I'll handle it Billy, same way I always handle everything. You go back to making 'booty call' in your office and leave the Hollywood Hooker and her ilk to me and my friends." She slammed the phone down, looked up a number in her little black book and punched three numbers into her speed dial. After a brief wait she said, "Janeane, I am NOT happy with the way you been entertaining my baby girl out there. Wha...NO! Don't you even TRY explaining yourself. I don’t care if she held a gun to your head, you were supposed to keep her outta trouble. Here's what I want you to do, you write this down so you don't fuck it up! First, call Babs and tell her I want the beach house all weekend. Second, call Sarandon; tell her I'm inviting her to a party and she should bring 'big red' - she'll know what that means! Third, call Sheryl Crowe and Melissa Ethridge. Tell them I want ‘em for one of my 'special concerts'. Give ‘em the address of Babs beach house and remind ‘em to bring their 'instruments'. Fourth, round up some girls who hate Theron - you know who they are; Jolie and Lopez probably, Courtney Love for sure, all the usual suspects.”

She thought a moment, then added with a wry grin, “Oh, and touch base with Cat Bell too. I know she’s had ‘issues’ with Theron in the past. Tell her and anyone else who's interested and available, that if they wanna sit in on a 'jam session' to show up at Babs anytime from Friday night to Sunday afternoon. Last, get in touch with Theron's agent - what's the bitches name - and arrange for her to be at Bab's for a meeting….tell her it’s a 'Democratic Policy Seminar' on Friday night. Her agent's already in our pocket, but if she gives you any trouble, just remind her we’ve got her on tape selling out her client already and if that tape 'accidentally' gets out, she'll be lucky to find clients willing to appear on 'Pet Stars' let alone movies or TV. Play hardball if you have to, but I want Theron there Friday night no matter what. That bitch is gonna learn what happens when you make a Clinton look bad; that's Bill's job and nobody else’s!"

As soon as Hillary hung up, she called the Senate travel office booked herself on a Thursday morning flight to the 'left coast.' She wanted to arrive a day ahead in order to get everything ready for Charlize Theron's 'training session'. It would surely be a weekend neither of them would ever forget!!
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"Training Session" (Prologue) Charlize Theron vs. Hillary+Chelsea Clinton (and friends) by ?

Chelsea Clinton stood nervously biting her still swollen lower lip as she watched her Senator mother walk down the high security corridor at the VIP annex of LAX airport. A quick, perfunctory kiss on the cheek was the only greeting that passed between the Clinton's as Hillary ignored her headstrong daughter to quickly embrace Janeane Garofalo and give her a long, lingering kiss.

"You got everything under control?" Hillary asked brusquely, giving Chelsea a fiery sideways glance as she and Janeane broke their kiss.

"Yes'm," Janeane murmured submissively, cowed by the imperial presence of the future President of the United States and her two burly butch bodyguards. "Everyone's on board and ready to rock 'n' roll. Even your friend pussycat Bell caved in when I put a little pressure on her. It's miraculous what just the hint of a potential Homeland Security investigation did to her memory. She suddenly recalled a whole long list of reasons why she hates Theron. Same with most of the others; your girlfriend," Janeane smiled at Chelsea, "seems to have a knack for making enemies. They'll be lined up clear down the beach to Malibu waiting for their turn at her."

"Well, I could have handled…." Chelsea began, attempting to justify her dual misadventures.

The former first daughter's lame rationalization was abruptly cut off by an impatient wave of Hillary's heavily jeweled hand, the four heavy gold rings with large stones flashing in the harsh overhead lights. "Don't make excuses," Hillary snapped gruffly. "Take what's yours or take revenge….but don't ever try to justify failure. It's unacceptable. I shouldn't have to clean up your messes Missy, you're old enough to fix your own mistakes. Still, I'm going to enjoy this one!"

During the hour long drive to Streisand's beach house, Chelsea sat moping in the corner while Hillary and Janeane huddled with their cheeks pressed together as they went over the agenda for the weekend 'party.' By the time they reached their destination, Hillary was satisfied with Janeane's preparations and gave her ass a reassuring squeeze as she got out of the long limo and bounced up the front steps to greet her hostess, Babs.

Hillary settled into the master suite and while her Secret Service attendants unpacked her suitcases and hung her clothes in the other room, the Senator stripped and walked into the sumptuous bathroom to enjoy a long hot shower and relax after a stressful journey. She'd just turned to reach for the soap when she heard the CLICK of the shower door and looked up into the face of her hostess, the very attractive and very naked, Barbara Streisand.

"Let me do your back, ma'am," Babs gushed as she leaned into Hillary, their bare breasts pancaking, as she languidly reached over Hillary's shoulder to pick up the heavy bar of expensive imported, lavander scented English bath soap.

The stocky blonde Senator took the soap, put it back in its holder and kissed Barbara long and deep, then with her hands on the political activist/singer's shoulders, she slowly pushed Babs to her knees, telling her, "Uh-uh. First, the front, hon….then the back!"

And Babs did Hillary's bidding, using her talented tongue to bring the haughty Senator to several soaring climaxes over the half hour they spent under the stinging spray of hot water. Only when Hillary had been fully sated did she allow her hostess to carefully and lovingly dry her pale body with a thick, fluffy terry towel. As she rubbed Hillary from head to toe, Babs noted with relief that although Hillary's stocky body appeared doughy to the eye, below the soft outer shell lay a thick, heavy layer of tight muscles. The hours spent working out under the guidance of the Senator's personal trainer had paid off handsomely!

Then, as Hillary started to walk out of the bathroom with a fresh towel slung low around her hips; her full, bare breasts rolling on her naked, still rapidly breathing chest, she stopped with a start and broke into a smile at the sight if the naked woman laying languidly on her queen size bed.

"Welcome to La-la land ma'am," Sandra Bernhard smiled, her wide, full mouth wearing a Cheshire cat smile.

"This IS a pleasant surprise," Hillary purred as she dropped the towel and strode quickly across the room and climbed onto the bed between Sandra's long, lean legs. "I wasn't expecting THIS," Hillary said, stroking Sandra's neatly shaved pussy, "until tomorrow."

Hillary reached into the nightstand where her faithful assistants had already placed her strap-on dildo, pulled it around her waist and buckled it tight. She grasped Sandra's legs under the knees, lifted them straight into the air and dropped the comedianne's calves over her shoulders as she wriggled her hips forward and with a soft SQUISH that echoed off the mirrored ceiling, plunged the thick dildo deep into her guests ready and waiting pussy! Sandra cupped her breasts, thumbing her hard nipples and gazing thru hooded eyes at her own reflection in the overhead mirror as Hillary humped her; the Senator's soft breasts bouncing wildly on her chest as her belly slapped against Sandra's raised butt cheeks.

"Mother!" Chelsea gasped in shock. Standing in the doorway, she'd walked in without knocking and stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth gaping open at the arousing sight of her naked mother pounding her dildo against the brunette's uplifted bottom. "Damn Mom, you started without me? You promised you'd wait…" the youngster pouted as she started unbuttoning her blouse.

"Will I do, Chels?" Babs asked, stepping out of the bathroom and dropping the towel she'd had wrapped around her still-firm body.

Chelsea grinned, "You're a lot better'n a certain blonde actress any day!"

Hillary and Chelsea partied late into the night with Babs, Sandra, Janeane and a few friends who showed up to welcome the Senator to town. The next morning, after a late breakfast on the large deck overlooking the Pacific Ocean, Hillary called her 'staff' together to go over her agenda for the weekend. The women assembled read like a who's who of Hollywood elite, all of them not only devoted to Hillary and her unwavering quest to reach the political pinnacle, but also sworn to help her avenge the stain on her family's honor and reputation for toughness stemming from Chelsea's ill-advised and premature challenge to fight the Hollywood Tough Woman, Charlize Theron. As she looked around the faces seated in Babs' living room, Hillary knew the weekend would be one Ms. 'I Am So Pretty and So Tough' Theron would remember for as long as she lived; and one that would show the rest of the world the price to be paid for having the temerity to challenge a Clinton woman!!

Jane Fonda, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Susan Sarandon, Barbara Streisand headed the 'committees' assigned to make sure everything was primed and ready exactly as Hillary wanted it when her 'guest' arrived. Sandra Bernhard, Janeane Garofalo, Melissa Etheridge and Ellen Degeneres were hanging around ready to make a more 'personal' contribution toward Hillary's comfortable and to keep her relaxed and for the 'big night' she had planned once she had Charlize Theron snared in her web.
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Like any young Hollywood up-and-comer, Charlize got excited when her manager called to breathlessly tell her she'd been invited to spend the weekend at Barbara Streisand's beach cottege as a member of a panel on something called "Democratic Policy Initive 2004"! Charlize was surprised because she wasn't active in politics being far too busy with her burgeoning career as a movie producer in addition to starring in epic films like '2 Days in the Valley', 'Reindeer Games', 'Trapped' and this summer's big blockbuster hit, 'The Italian Job' (and coming: 'Monster' w/Christina Ricci and 'Head in the Clouds' w/Penelope Cruz.)

So it was a cheerful, chirpy blonde behind the wheel of the blue Mini Cooper she'd gotten for her work in "Italian Job" listening to her favorite 'Third Eye Blind' CD on the stereo as she whipped the nimble car through the hairpin curves of the Pacific Coast Highway as she raced headlong toward her next arousing adventure! First, however, she had to stop to ask directions to Streisand's beach house since her manager hadn't made them very clear. Eventually, she found the narrow, hidden entrance and drove a half mile on a gravel road up to a heavy iron gate flanked by two armed guards who eyed her suspiciously as she skidded to a stop and rolled down her window.

"Sorry lady, this's private property," a tall, muscular black woman said, fondling her holstered weapon ominously. "Just turn it around and go back the way you ca…."

"I'm expected!" the blonde interrupted with an angry stamp of her foot, accidentally gunning the idling engine. The second guard, another well-built black woman, jumped and whipped out her pistol, leveling it threateningly at Charlize's head. The blonde gasped and lifted her hands off the steering wheel, raising them head high in surrender.

"Out of the car blondie an keep those hands where I can see them," the first guard said as she opened Charlize's door.

Charlize swung her long legs out the door, her short skirt riding up her thighs. She stepped out and shivered as her expensive designer dress snagged briefly on her thigh-hi's before it shimmied down to just above her knees. She looked from one guard to the other, biting her lower lip as she stared at their (real, not movie prop) guns.

"I…I have an invitation," she said nervously. "Don't you have a guest list or something? Please check; I don't want any problem with you."

"Bitch tried to run me down," the second guard grumbled to her partner. "Shoulda shot her right between those little titties. Damn spoiled rich bitches make me sick the way they think they can just run right over the hired help."

"Please," Charlize whined. "I said I was sorry….it was an accident. Please check with someone?"

The second guard nodded toward Charlize, telling her partner, "Keep your gun on her." She leaned in the passenger side window and grabbed Charlize's purse, then walked over to a small shed and picked up a phone. As she waited for someone to answer it, she opened the purse, rummaged around and took out Charlize's wallet and flipped through the cards.

"Yeah, Ang!" she said when someone finally picked up the other end. "I got another one, tall blonde with no tits. Say's she's expected but nobody tol' us about it. Huh? Wait a sec….Charlie The-RON her license says, I dunno."

"It's CharliZZe," Charlize said, correcting her. "And it's pronounced THER-on, emphasis on the first syllable. Don't you two every go to the movies? Jeez!"

"Shaddup blondie," the first guard growled, jabbing Charlize in the stomach with her pistol barrel hard enough to make her grunt. "We don' need y'all tellin' us howtado our job."

"I…I'm sorry," Charlize gasped, trying to catch her breath. "I didn't mean to…"

Just then the other guard slammed down the phone muttering and announced, "I guess they ARE expecting this one. Said to pass her through after we check her and her car out."

"See?" Charlize said as she started to lower her hands.

"Not so quick pretty girl," the first guard said. "Keep 'em up til' we say you can put 'em down. Get the wand babe," she told her partner with a leer and a wink.

The other guard reached into the shack and picked up a hand-held metal detector and walked around the car, coming up behind Charlize. She held her arms out as the hulking guard slowly ran the wand over her arms and then up and down her body. As it passed Charlize's chest, the metal detector sounded a loud BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP that made the young actress react with a start.

"Stand still you," the guard said gruffly as she ran the wand over the rest of Charlize's body until she passed it in front of her hips when the detector went off again BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! "Take off your dress," the two guards said in unison.

"But I don't…" Charlize began to protest, but all she got for her trouble was slammed up against the car with her arms flung over the top of the low-slung Mini. "OOOF!" The two guards stood menacingly, hovering on eithe side of her with a hand on their holstered pistols and the other on her back.

One whispered in her ear, "Now listen up missy, either you take off the dress so we can check out what's making my metal detector go off, or we can take it off for you - although my partner here is kinda clumbsy and she tends to tear things. Or, you can put that tight white ass back into your little doodle bug and put-put your pussy right back down the way you came. So what will it be blondie, strip, be stripped or turn tail and run?"

Charlize was ready to endure almost any indignity in exchange for the opportunity to become a big time wheeler-dealer in California politics, so she lowered her head and banged her forehead on the roof of the car several times, then sighed and said, "OK, I'll take it off." She didn't see the two guards big smiles, but then she was always way too naïve for her own good! She reached behind her, slid the zipper down and pulled the dress over her head, leaving her in a just a white strapless bra, white thong panties and 'nude' thigh-hi stockings. She handed her dress to the guard holding the metal detector and she crumpled it in her hands, crushing the expensive fabric as she felt around looking for hidden metal objects. When she didn't find anything, she tossed the wadded up dress on the hood of the car and again ran the wand past Charlize's chest. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

"Gimme the bra," she snarled, apparently unhappy with Charlize for some reason.

"It's an underwire," Charlize tried to explain, to no avail.

The first guard reached up between Charlize and the car and wedged her fingers up under the bra, moving her hand slowly back and forth, rubbing and exciting Charlize's notoriously responsive nipples to erection. The guard's eyes widened in surprise as she felt the big blonde's nipples react to her touch and she smiled. "You like that, eh?" she purred, giving Charlize's butt a quick squeeze and chuckling.

"NO! I do NOT like it and I'll thank you to take your hands off me if you know what's good for you," Charlize snapped angrily.

"Bra! And be quick about it," the second guard growled, jabbing Charlize breasts with the wand.

Frowning, Charlize arched her back as she reached behind with both hands, unsnapped her bra and handed it to the guard, modestly crossing her arms over her bare breasts as a slight flush rose on her cheeks.

"Wire, just like I thought," the guard said, bending and flexing the bra; twisting it all out of shape and basically ruining it. "We'll have to confiscate this…but I guess you're lucky. Doesn't look like you need one anyway. Hell, my niece is thirteen and she's got bigger tits!" Both guards giggled as Charlize's blush deepened

The guard waved the wand in front of Charlize's hips next and it again alerted them to the presence of metal. "Panties too."

"NO!" Charlize gasped. "There's no metal in my panties, I swear. You can't make me…."

SMACK! "OWW!" The guard spanked Charlize's butt hard, slamming her hips forward against the car door.

"Strip, be stripped or drive away," she told the blonde. "And please, pretty please blondie; say 'no', 'cause stripping you uppity white gals is 'bout the mos' fun I have on this job."

Charlize hurriedly hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties, skinned them down her legs and stepped out of them, crossing her legs self-consciously as she meekly handed the panties to her tormentors dangling from her index fingertip. The guard clutched the panties in one hand as she slowly drew them between her fingers up under her nose, inhaling deeply as they passed. Once satisfied there was nothing hidden in them, she stuffed them in her pocket and again waved the wand in front of Charlize's body.

BEEEEEEEEEEEP! "Damn girl, where you hiding it?" she muttered. "Guess there's nothing for it but to do it, Mavis!"

Charlize looked from one to the other, befuddled…unable to understand what was happening.

"Spread 'em," the guard said, pushing Charlize against the car and lifting her arms back onto the roof of the small vehicle.

"Huh? Wha…..OHHHHH!" Charlize gasped as the guard kicked her feet apart, spreading her legs wide.

One guard held her pinned to the car with a hand on her back as the other knelt behind her and slowly ran her hands up her long, trembling legs. First the right leg, from ankle to the tight 'V' where her legs met. Then the left leg, a slow, humbling caressing fondle that continued until the muscular black woman's hands were pressing up under the blondes warm, wet pussy. Then Charlize's eyes widened as she felt fingers pulling her labia apart and "UNNNNHHHHHH!" two fingers pushed up and into her, slowly turning and turning and turning. Her hard clitoris felt rough skin brush the supersensitive exposed tip as it peeked out of its hood…rubbing, stroking… then just the slightest pinch. "OOOOHHHHHHH……UNNNN……ooooooooooohh!"

The guard stood up and put her fingers in her mouth, slurping and sucking them clean.

"Oh well, nothing there. Guess it was just a malfunction of the wand. Happens sometimes. Put your dress on and get back in your car Miss THER-on, you don't want to be late for your meeting."

In a fog, Charlize pulled the rumpled dress on over her head and allowed the first guard to take her elbow and help her behind the wheel. The massive metal gate swung open and as Charlize put the Cooper in gear and started to roll forward, she suddenly remembered something.

"Wait! My purse....OH SHIT..MY PANTIES!!!" she screamed out the car window as the gates started to close behind her.

"We'll hold 'em here," the second guard yelled. "Get 'em on your way out. Enjoy your visit!"

Before she could argue, the heavy gates locked, cutting her off from the guards and her panties. With a deep sigh, she squeezed her legs together as she resumed her drived up the long driveway to Barbara Streisand's house where, unbeknownst to her, Hillary lurked, ready and eager to begin 'instructing' Charlize in the facts of life regarding Clinton women!

Back at the gate, the two guards were kissing heatedly. When they broke their passionate liplock, the first guard sighed, "Well, that was fun! She was a lot hotter than those other two last night, so you still owe me the next one. I can't believe these dumb white women, they fall for that fake metal detector trick ever' damn time!"

The other guard took out Charlize's panties and sniffed, "See her in 'Trapped' when she pulled that razor outta her ass? Damn! Girlfriend shoulda cut his balls off steada talkin' to him. Anyway, she cuter in person, but that blondes dumb as a brick. I coulda kept my fingers in her twat all afternoon an she wouldn't a made a peep!"

The first guard doubled over laughing, "Oh the girl woulda peeped alright….an peeped an peeped. She'd stood there with those long legs wide and let you peep her to death. She one hot number that one; but you ain't da first bitch had fingers in dat cooz, no sir. You see how she knew 'zackly how to tilt those hips so's her 'little man' popped outta his boat so's you could row it? Nosiree Bob, dat one's got lotsa girl miles on her fine chassis!"

"Well, she gonna get her odometer rolled over if what I think's gonna happen happens up the big house this weekend. You see all the dykes Ms. Babs invited? Lordy mercy, it's a who's who of lezdom an I betcha a weeks pay, that bimbo's the 'guest of honor' for the shindig!! Jus' wish we's invited 'cause that's one booty I'd love to tap with my strap-on!"
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(authors pls submit manuscripts via website or message board for the fight part of this story - otherwise we'll just have to keep adding bits and pieces ourselves til it gets done!!)