This brief, cryptic, statement hinted at shocking events that have never been made public - until now. After a lot of digging, un-returned phone calls and e-mails to contacts on the 'left coast', we unearthed the inside story. What follows is, as far as we know, the ONLY true description of the events leading up to Angelina's signing for the title role in the much anticipated 'cyber-epic'.

Jolie, a multi-tattooed, bisexual, knife-wielding, wild-child, 25, has apparently finally found contentment. Wearing a white T-shirt, blue jeans and black boots, the newly married daughter of Oscar-winner John Voight said, "Suddenly, overnight, I'm more content, more alive, and my life has taken on meaning. I'm so proud of myself. This reminds me that everything is OK. Now, being centered, calm and safe, I feel more alive than ever and really free."

Jolie has been frank, candid and surprisingly open about her controversial past, discussing her bisexuality and a passing penchant for self-mutilation. She claims to be baffled by her tough-chick label, but as you'll discover, her reputation is well-deserved. For the role of Lara Croft, she's trained her butt off - or rather on. She's bulked up and put on several pounds of muscle for the rigorous role as the video game heroine.

"They're teaching me kick-boxing and street fighting, and I'm doing yoga, which is interesting," Jolie says. "I'm also doing deep-sea diving, ballet, weapons training, car racing, dog sledding and rowing." All her physical training has already shown dramatic results.

Here's the whole story as we uncovered it. Caution! This contains graphic descriptions of sex and violence and should not be read by anyone under 18 years of age or those on heart medication.

Angelina Jolie vs. Charlize Theron by Kim and Ginny

Less than a year ago, everyone in Hollywood considered "wild child" Angelina Jolie (Angie) more of a joke, or a footnote, than a serious actress. Her Oscar nomination (and subsequent win for "Girl Interrupted") changed a lot of minds about her "bankability." Even so, she was hesitant to try for the role of Lara Croft in "Tomb Raider." It wasn't until after a meeting between her agent and the producer that she agreed to meet director Simon West to discuss the role. The meeting went well and as she was leaving, the producer told Angie that he'd narrowed the choice to two girls, herself and Charlize Theron. Angie worried and fretted about the decision until fate dealt a hand. Being Angelina Jolie, Angie she couldn't resist playing the cards dealt and betting them to the hilt.

This all happened at a small intimate cocktail party the producer threw for the films financial backers - the directors of a Japanese bank, executives for a major insurance company and a few close friends. In addition to the powerful men, Angelina Jolie and Charlize Theron were asked to attend so the decision makers would have the chance to meet and assess them. Since a lot of money was being "bet" on the film, nothing was left to chance. The producers wanted the unanimous approval of their lead actress by all the money men before it was announced to the press.

On the way to the party, Angelina Jolie and her fiancé (director, actor and screenwriter, Billy Bob Thornton - aka BBT) were in the back seat of their limousine. As they neared the producer's house, Angie suddenly sat upright and banged on the glass partition between them and the driver. He rolled it down and Angie leaned over and gave him an address. As he slowed and started to make a U-turn, BBT sat up to protest while Angie speed dialed a number on her cell phone.

"Hey, we can't make any detours," BBT said. "The party's already started. You get there late and it could ruin your 'reliability' quotient with them. A lot of people in the business think you're a coked up, crack addict now. Showing up late for an important event won't help your image. This is a dumb idea AJ."

"Stop whining Bobby," Angie cooed as she reached down and caressed his throbbing cock. "I need a little something to calm me down for the party. You know how I hate these 'pony shows.' Besides, it's just a coupla blocks outta the way - a friend's house. She'll have what I need to get me through this."

"Well, you better get your act together before we get there," BBT hissed so the driver wouldn't hear. "I've heard from a couple of people Theron has the inside track for this Croft part. The director's a big fan of Hitchcock and I heard he goes for the 'icy cool blond' types. You screw up at the party and . . ."

Angie chuckled, patted his cheek and purred, "Oh, don't you worry yourself about lil' Miss Ice Queen. I know how to melt girls like her. I'd heard that rumor too so I done some research on that one. I chatted up a couple of the girls she's done films with. Even kinky as you are, you might be shocked at some of the stuff they said. It seems she's not the 'cool, icy, unemotional bitch' she wants everyone to believe. Famke Janssen said she and Charlize once got 'up close and personal' on 'Celebrity' and wait till I tell you what Teri Hatcher said happened on the set of "2 Days in . . ."

Before she could finish her stories, the limo stopped in front of a swanky Beverly Hills Mansion. Angie got out, straightened her dress and ran up the sidewalk to the front door. As she waited for the door to open, the driver turned around and leered at BBT, then nodded toward Angie.

"Don't that gal wear no panties?"

Thornton scowled and gestured for him to roll the window between them back up. He sighed and muttered under his breath to himself, "Jeezez, I told her to wear panties tonight, but she's so stubborn. Even the damn limo driver's getting off ogling her."

Angie returned within minutes carrying a small vial, hopped into the back seat and as the limo pulled away, took out a small mirror and carefully laid down two lines of cocaine. Using a rolled up $100 bill from her purse, she snorted one line, than the other. She wiped her nose, swung a leg over BBT and slid up onto his lap.

"Come on, one more time before we get there. I'll put me in the right frame of mind for playing up to all those horny old men. I'll have 'em eatin' . . . outta my hand, before we leave."

Angie had reached her climax well before the limo stopped in front of the producers house. She made the driver wait until she was presentable, then gracefully stepped from the back, took BBT's hand and walked regally toward the front door which opened before they rang the bell.

Seeing Angie and BBT arrive before Charlize surprised everyone. Her reputation for erratic behavior had worried many of them and most of those present had doubts she really wanted the role enough to clean up her act. But, the producer knew the rising young star of "Gia" could be a smash at the box office and there was already a "buzz" about her performance in the just-released "Girl Interrupted." BBT knew most of the men in the room and as he introduced Angie around, she took each man's hand and held it warmly, cuddling up to them as she made every man in the room feel that he was the center of her universe. She felt the night was getting off to a great start.

Then, Charlize Theron arrived! It was almost twenty minutes since Angie's appearance, but in a big surprise, she showed up with, and clinging to the arm of, her date - "Tomb Raider" director, Simon West. Instantly, tongues started wagging, especially Angie's and Billy Bob's.

"Damn," Angie hissed when she saw her rival was dating the director, a man she had hoped to be working with. "Why didn't you TELL me she was sleeping with him! No wonder everybody thinks she's got the inside track on the role! She REALLY has an inside track and it runs right up between those long legs of hers."

"Well, I didn't KNOW she was!" BBT hissed through clenched teeth. "This is the first I heard about her sleeping with him. My friends just said they'd 'heard' she was the front runner, not that she was doing him. Obviously, this changes everything. There's no way you can get the role now."

"Bullshit!" Angie snapped, punching him in the chest with her fist. "The only thing THIS changes is the timing. I've never lost a role without putting up a fight and 'Lara Croft' is NOT going to be an exception. You remember what we talked about this morning. Well, just because she's slipping between the satin's to do the mattress mambo with Westie don't change nothin'. You follow my lead and when the time comes, say what I told you to. I'll take care of everything else. Don't screw up and maybe we'll even take a little pocket change home in the bargain!"

"Yeah," BBT sighed, "and you'll put it up your nose with the rest of the money I give you. But don't worry, I know my lines and I'll deliver 'em like the pro I am. You better do your part though, or we'll both end up with egg on our face."

Angie laughed, "Don't worry. Somebody's gonna get something on her face by the end of the night, but it won't be me and it sure won't be egg. Come on, let's start working the crowd. I wanna make sure everyone knows where I stand on the issue of untalented slut wannabe actresses sleeping their way into a role."

For the next hour or so, things appeared outwardly normal although whenever Angie or Charlize passed close to one another, everyone in the room felt a crackle of electricity, the kind you feel in the air just before a big storm breaks. Charlize heard snippets of whispered conversations, caught glimpses of looks exchanged when people thought she wasn't looking. Even an odd smirking reference to, "West riding South," a phrase whose meaning took a few minutes to register.

Charlize did her best "Southern Belle" impression, cooing and giggling at the inane remarks of the smitten studio big-wigs. She knew very well she had the part of Lara Croft sewn up and she was careful to cultivate her image of being cool, aloof and a bit of an icy blond goddess. She realized she'd have to, "go brunette" for Lara, but she wanted everyone to see the "inner me" the quality that director West had seen when he first auditioned her for the role. She was pulling it off and she knew it.

But while Charlize was selling herself to the executives, Angie and Billy Bob were doing their utmost to sew the seeds of doubt about Charlize' being "the one" for this critical role. They knew 'Tomb Raider' was a gamble for the studio and everyone was uneasy about making a film based on a video game. Angie played on their insecurities, reminding each man in his turn that Charlize had never carried a major film on her own and that several of her films had been, 'box office bombs.' The name 'Mighty Joe Young' came up as did 'The Astronauts Wife' and even 'Reindeer Games'.

As she circulated through the room, Charlize caught on to what Angie was trying to do and quickly set about trying to put things right. One after another Charlize pulled the executives aside by hooking her arm into theirs and pressing her (surprisingly full) breasts against their arm as she leaned on them and presented her side of the argument. Of course, her current affair with the older Simon West had, "absolutely nothing to do" with his being the director of the movie she was trying so desperately to be cast in.

Charlize told one old geezer she and West were 'just friends' but she told another she'd worked with West on a commercial. After two executives pressed her about her uneven record at the box office, Charlize flashed the fiery temper her cool, icy demeanor usually kept hidden from view.

"Listen, I'm not the reason the movies were such crap. I showed up every day and ran my lines like a pro. If you want to know why they failed, look at the people they surrounded me with! A fake ape, a TV actress and a guy who barely knows his way around a script. And please, don't get me started about directors! That's why I can't wait to work for Westie, he's so talented!"

After an hour of trying to avoid one another, Angie and Charlize finally bumped into one another at the hors d'oeuvre table. Everyone moved closer so they could listen in as the blonde and the brunette finally came face to face. Charlize' hands were trembling she was so angry while Angie seemed relaxed and laid back - deceptively so since she'd done a couple of 'lines' earlier in the evening and that usually made her volatile and she frequently got out of control after a few 'toots'.

"I know what you've been saying about me," Charlize said with an edge to her voice, "and you'd better stop. No studio will hire a backstabbing bitch to play the lead in the most important movie of the year. You're just hurting your own career telling lies."

Angie threw back her head and laughed. "Oh really? And you think your career is going anywhere with you flat on your back? That may be how they got roles in the old days dear, but now-a-days you need talent. And I don't mean just spreading those lovely legs of yours like a cheap whore either."

Several of the men chuckled as Charlize' face flushed a deep crimson.

"If I do, at least I do my OWN whoring," Charlize sputtered. "I don't send my daddy out to do it for me. You're just a skinny coke whore who's into self-mutilation and who-knows-what other kinky stuff. If you don't stop spreading lies about me, I may just have to shut your mouth for you."

Angie pulled herself up to her full height and leaned into Charlize, their breasts and noses almost touching. She squinted and slowly mouthed the words, "You aren't woman enough to shut my mouth bitch! And as for YOUR mouth, I can think of a lot better things for you to be doing with it than talking - so SHUT UP!"

"You are just asking to get your face slapped," Charlize said, her hands opening and closing as she pressed her chest against Angie's. Then, without warning, she reached up and pushed Angie away from her. "I swear," she hissed, "if you so much as. . ."

She never got to complete her threat. Angelina Jolie grabbed two handfuls of Charlize' hair and started to pull and twist, shaking the tall blonde and backing her across the room. Charlize let out a cry as she nearly stumbled and fell, but righted herself just in time to keep from ending up on her shapely bottom. Angie pulled Charlize' head forward and down, bending her over and making it difficult for Charlize to reach up to grab her hair. Charlize tried to hit Angie, but as she swung her fist blindly in the direction she thought was Angie's head, the brunette brought her knee up into Charlize' chest.

The kick knocked the breath out of Charlize, but that wasn't all it knocked out. As Charlize went to her knees from the blow, something popped out the top of her dress. Looking down at the floor in front of her, Charlize was mortified to see one of her "helpers" the soft gel-filled pads she was trying out for the first time. They slipped into her bra and were supposed to make her modest breasts fuller, rounder and would, the ads said, 'add a cup size with complete comfort and discretion!"

Charlize reached out to retrieve the pad before anyone realized what it was, but before she could get it, Angie stomped down with her heel and ... "squish!" ... punctured the pad. As the gel oozed out on the floor, Angie bend down and picked it up, looked at it then started to laugh. She held it up and proudly announced that she'd discovered, "... the 'secret' of Charlie's sudden growth spurt."

"No wonder you thought her boyish boobs suddenly were so nice, Billy Bob," Angie said. "Here, since you like her tits so much, you can have one. Maybe it'll keep you warm at night when you're sleeping alone on the sofa. She tossed the flattened pad to Billy Bob who caught it, licked it lasciviously and rolled his eyes before tucking it in his pocket.

As Angie looked toward BBT momentarily, Charlize rose off the floor and, in a fit of anger, drove her clenched fist right into Angie's smirking mouth. The brunette went flying back, landed on her butt and slid several feet until she bumped up against a couple of stunned studio publicity men. Angie sat there touching her lip which was already starting to swell as a thin trickle of blood ran down her chin.

"Whoooooooo!" was the sound made by the suits at the sight of 'tough' Angelina Jolie being decked by the tall, willowy blonde.

"Get up you slut," Charlize screamed at her tormentor. "Get up so I can knock you down again!"

"Damn!" Billy Bob said.

"Oh Jesus," the producer said as he rushed to help Angie to her feet.

Charlize eyes filled with tears as, with an arm protectively over her uneven bosom, the red-faced young actress ran down the hall to the ladies room and slammed the door. As the door shut behind her, Charlize burst into tears. Her shameful secret had been revealed and the proud young blonde wished she could just disappear from the face of the earth instead of having to clean up, brush her hair and go back out to face the studio executives again.

After Charlize had left the room fighting back her tears, BBT turned to Angie and hugged her.

"You ready for phase two of my plan?" she whispered.

Billy Bob smiled, "I didn't think that went exactly as you planned. She hits pretty hard."

"She was lucky," Angie whispered. Then added, "I ain't afraid of that blonde bitch," in a voice loud enough for all to hear as she backed away from BBT and raised her arms as if he'd been trying to hold her back. "Lemme go, I've got to go put some ice on my lip where that bitch hit me when I wasn't looking."

The producer quickly stepped in front of Angie and held up his hand.

"I don't want any more trouble. You stay away from her or you're liable to get hurt. Just wait 'til she comes out and the coast is clear. I can't have BOTH of my prospective stars all marked up. We're gonna start shooting in a few weeks!"

"Don't worry about me," Angie said as she stepped around him. "You'll see she's a weak little nothin'. You don't think so, see how many of the bitches friends are willing to put their money on which of us gets drug out outta there, cause I'm goin' in there to 'talk' to her some more!"

The buzz of conversation in the room that had begun after the short scrap ended as if someone had thrown a switch. All eyes turned to stare at Angie and BBT pulled out his money clip with a thick wad of bills. He held it up and asked, "Anyone really like Theron's chances against my girl?"

Two guys who had been chatting with Charlize just before the 'fight' quickly pulled their hands out of their pockets with cash in their fist.

"I'll put $100 on CT," one said.

"I want some too. Here's $50 says Charlie comes out first," his young assistant added sheepishly.

"Shell come out feet first," Angie smirked as three more men push their money at BBT. In less than a minute, he's holding a fistful of cash, all of it bet on Charlize.

"Take all the bets you can get, baby," Angie whispered as she kissed her boyfriend's cheek. Then she headed toward the door to follow Charlize to the ladies room. She stopped at the door, turned and said, "You bastards don't have faith in me, huh? Well, here's something to think on. Lara Croft's a fighter and so am I. I'll teach all of you I'm not to be fucked with. Billy Bob, watch the door and make sure we ain't disturbed. I'll be back in a while with 'Miss My Blonde Ass Ain't So Tough After All' and then we can start negotiating my contract."

Angie spins on her heel and heads confidently down the hall with her head high, her chest thrust out confidently and her fists clenched at her hips. Behind her, the crowd surges forward ready to follow her down the short hallway to the ladies room. But BBT steps into the door and blocks their path.

"We can all stand here and watch the door," he says with surprising confidence. "Remember, the bet is about which one comes out first. Any more Theron backers wanna get a piece of the action?"

As the last of the bets are put down, Angie stops outside the green door to the ladies room, takes a deep breath, then winks at BBT and blows him a kiss. She pushes open the door and disappears. The on-lookers watch in hushed silence, their heads cocked, straining to hear any sound that comes from behind the green door.

In the ladies room, Charlize is leaning over the sink, washing her puffy red eyes. She looked up as the door opened and Angie walked in. Angie sheepishly looked away as if she were ashamed of her actions and couldn't bring herself to look Charlize in the eye. Charlize patted her face with a towel, tossed it in a wicker basket, then took a hairbrush out of her purse. She laid it on the counter beside a lipstick. Angie still did't look at Charlize, even though Charlize' red-rimmed eyes were burning a hole in her reflection in the mirror.

"I guess the tiny-titted little whore learned a lesson tonight, didn't you?" Angie giggled as she reached around from behind and cupped Charlize breasts and finding the second gel pad still in place. "It's OK to fool with mother nature, but not so much fun when you get caught."

Charlize pushed off from the marble sink, using her back to shove Angie away from her. As Angie took a few steps back to regain her balance, Charlize looked at her rival in the mirror again and said, "I guess a big mouthed coke addict learned her lesson tonight, eh?" Charlize put her purse down and picked up her hairbrush, then shook at Angie's reflection in the mirror. "Don't mess with me because the next time you do, I'll give you worse than that fat lip."

"You think you're such hot shit don't you?" Angie sneered. "Sleeping with Simon and knocking me down in front of those men. I guess you think this is over...."

Charlize started to smugly turn around brandishing the hairbrush, ready to tell Angie exactly how little she thought of her.

"I AM hot dearie. And, yes, it IS over! Admit it, I out thought you and I out fuck.... OOOF!"

Angie pulled the fist out of Charlize' side as the blonde dropped the hairbrush and went to her knees gasping for breath and clutching her side. She looked up at Angie, her eyes showing shock, surprise and pain. Angie calmly leaned over, ran her hand up the back of Charlize neck, closed her fist around a handful of neatly brushed blond hair and...

BONK!

slammed Charlize' head against marble sink.

Charlize' legs slid under the sink as she slumped over at Angie's feet. Angie let go of her hair and dropped Charlize' head to the tile floor with a dull "THONK!" Then she stepped back and smiled down at the body of the unconscious blonde, dusted off her hands and mumbled, "Gee blondie, I guess you weren't near as tough as everybody thought! Now, let's you and me get ready to have a little fun."

Angie put a toe under Charlize' elbow and lifted her arm so she could grab it, then dragged the limp blonde to the middle of the room. After rolling her on her stomach, Angie hummed happily as she sat on Charlize' ass and unzipped the back of her dress. She pulled the spaghetti straps over her shoulders and down her arms until the dress was around the blonde's waist. Angie stood up, held it by the hem and pulled. Charlize' supple body slid easily out the top of the dress so quickly that Angie almost fell over backward, slamming into the metal stalls. The loud crash was heard by the men listening and Angie realized it just added to the illusion of battle.

Tossing Charlize' dress over the top of the door, Angie rolled the blond onto her back. Charlize was beginning to awake so Angie sat Charlize' chest, pinning her limp arms with her knees. When Charlize' eyes fluttered open, she gasped at the sight of Angie's sneering face looming above her.

"Sleeping Beauty awakes, good," Angelina giggled as she slapped Charlize cheeks playfully with both hands hard enough to cause the pale flesh to glow pink after two or three slaps.

"Get offa me," Charlize gasped, having trouble breathing with Angie's full weight pressing on her chest.

"You got it just right, princess," Angie smiled. "I AM gonna get off alright and you're going to help me do it."

Angie leaned forward and scooted higher until Charlize was peering directly up under the brunette's skirt. That's when she realized the brunette wasn't wearing panties! Before Charlize could protest, Angie dropped her full weight on the blonde's mouth, lips pressed against lips in a strange, twisted kind of 'kiss.'

"MUMMMMPFF" Charlize mumbled as she kicked her feet in protest, but Angie just giggled and ground herself slowly back and forth against Charlize' mouth.

"The sooner you get your tongue out there and go to work, the sooner I'll get off," Angie smirked. "Off AND off of you. You can make it as hard as you like, or as much fun. Come on, I know this isn't your first time. Girls talk you know, we share information 'bout co-stars. I've heard lots about your little 'kink' - so just do it and get it over with. Then maybe I'll help you out too."

Charlize kicked and struggled, pushing against Angie's bottom to no avail. Angie felt herself becoming more and more aroused riding the blonde's nose as Charlize shook her head, "no!" Her fun came to an abrupt halt when Charlize bit her! Angrily, Angie jumped back, grabbed a handful of Charlize hair, pulled her head up and smashed her fist down between Charlize' eyes at the bridge of her nose.

"DON'T you ever try that again," she hissed as blood oozed from Charlize nose. Angie used the handful of hair to bang Charlize' head on the tile floor once - twice - three times. Charlize' eyes crossed and her body went limp between Angie's thighs. The brunette angrily slapped Charlize back and forth across the face, spraying blood on the wall beneath the sink.

"Wake up you whore, wake up and get back to work before I really do somethin' to hurt you!" she yelled as she stood up and kicked Charlize in the side.

Charlize finally struggled to sit up, holding her head and wiping blood from her nose with the back of her hand. Angie bent over and backhanded the dazed blonde across the mouth, splitting her lip and knocking Charlize back against the front of the sink. She slid back down to the floor between Angie's legs and the brunette posed over the groggy blonde actress. Angie slowly squatted on Charlize' face for the second time, reached back and pulled at her bra, baring one breast which she squeezed as she pushed herself hard against Charlize' face.

"Last chance bitch, get that tongue flicking before I rip it off and feed it to you."

Angie heard Charlize whimper, then felt her swollen lips open and her soft, warm, wet, pink tongue slither out to wedge it's way between her swollen labia. She sighed, wiggled her hips to get comfortable as she caressed Charlize' hair while the young blond actress tongued her hard, aroused clit. Charlize tongue swirling around the love button, teasing and pleasing Angie in the way only a women knows to please other women. Between the excitement of the situation and the skillful tonguing by Charlize, Angie orgasmed in minutes. She leaned forward, resting on her hands for a moment, then pushed back down and sat on Charlize' breasts.

Looking down at her victim's flushed face, Angie peered deep into the blue eyes and saw what she wanted to see, submission, surrender and a hungry need for satisfaction of her own. Angie sat up straight and looked at Charlize, tilted head and asked the question they both knew must come next.

"Ready for a little warm-up now? I heard there's one thing gets your motor revving best of all."

Charlize blushed again but she nodded silently. Angie stood up and poked Charlize in the ribs with the toe of her shoe.

"OK then, roll over and get on your hands and knees. I'm going to enjoy this as much; maybe more, than you are darlin'."

Charlize struggled to get on her hands and knees as ordered, her head down, hair covering her face. A deep crimson glow covered her body as Angie grabbed her panties at the hips and jerked them over her hips and down to her knees. Then Angie knelt with one knee extended in front of her. She pulled Charlize far arm and bent it behind her back as she hauled the unresisting blond over her knee. She caressed the firm white bottom until Charlize started to wiggle around, then picked up Charlize' fallen hair brush and ...

SMACK!

SWACK!

SPANK! SPANK!

Charlize body jerked as each blow flattened with the firm cheeks of her bottom! The spanking forced Charlize to arch her back and as she lifted her head it pushed out her chest. Angie beat Charlize until her bottom was pink and although Charlize squirmed and kicked her feet, the panties binding her knees made resistance futile.

Once she had Charlize 'warmed up' sufficiently, Angie released her hammerlock and reached under Charlize' chest, clasped onto a turgid nipple and pinched and pulled on it while keeping up a slow, steady, rhythmic spanking. Each spank caused an involuntary squeeze of Charlize' thighs which Angie cannily coordinated with her breastwork. Charlize' hand waved and flailed behind her, trying without any real desire to interrupt the spanking. The muscular contractions of her lower body, and the fondling and skillful manipulation of her breasts aroused Charlize - just as Angie knew it would. When Charlize' hand fell away and went to cover her blushing face, Angie knew the 'climax' was near. She switched from spanking to gently squeezing and caressing the hot bottom as she kneaded the doughy breast.

"Had enough?" Angie purred as she bent and ran her tongue along the back of Charlize' neck. "Or maybe you need just a little bit more?"

Her question was punctuated by pushing the hairbrush handle between Charlize' clenched thighs until it touched the wet slit below. Charlize answer was an audible gasp and a parting of her thighs. Angie suppressed a giggle as she gave the blonde bush a tickle, then removed the brush to give the rosy bottom another couple of slaps.

"Well, I'm waiting for your answer!" Angie snapped. "You want more of this (SPANK) or more of this (jabbing her pussy with the brush handle)?."

Charlize whimpered and pushed back against the invading brush handle.

"Unnnnnh...that...," the quivering blonde gasped through clenched teeth even as the embarrassed blush covering her body deepened in hue.

Angie dropped the brush and pressed her thumb against the pucker of Charlize' ass, her middle finger curling under and stopping right at the opening of Charlize pussy. She rubbed the finger gently back and forth over the swollen labia and flicked it in the thicket of fine blonde hairs.

Charlize' eyes widened in surprise and shock feeling the thumb at her anus. Her body tensed, clenching all her muscles against the intrusion and gasped, "OH God, NO! Please..., not... not that."

"Alright dear, just relax. I wouldn't do it unless you really wanted it, after all."

When she felt Charlize' body slowly start to relax, Angie wiggled her thumb a little way into the blonde's bottom hole and thrust the finger into her pussy. Charlize' pushed against the floor with her free hand and bucked. All her struggling did, of course, was to 'accidentally' wedge Angie's thumb deeper into her.

"Stop squirming and listen you dumb cunt," Angie commanded sternly.

Much to her surprise, Charlize' body relaxed across her knee and lay unmoving; her pink bottom obscenely high in the air and her forehead resting on the tile floor.

"Good girl," Angie praised her. "Now, when I let you up, we're going back to the party. When we get there, you're going to tell everyone you no longer want to be considered for Croft. That you've - we've - changed your mind. You as your told and you can get dressed and go home without a scratch. You willing to do that? 'Cause if not, ..."

Angie pinched her thumb and finger together inside Charlize who tensed, her head and her feet both lifted as she bent herself in the shape of the letter, "C".

"Noooo, NO! Don't! STOP!" Charlize whimpered. "Please, I'll do anything you want, just get your thumb OUT!"

Angie kept her thumb in place, but worked her finger in and out of Charlize' pussy a few times, enjoying the soft sighs she heard from the face-down blondes quivering lips.

"And my finger? Do you want that out too, or would you like me to continue this little massage?"

Surprisingly, Charlize didn't hesitate in gasping, "Yes! More, please!!"

Angie slapped Charlize' ass a few more times, then stroked her clit with her finger until she felt Charlize explode in orgasmic release. She withdrew her finger and thumb and fastidiously wiped them on Charlize warm, round ass.

"Now we're going to go out there and you're going to withdraw from consideration for my role, right?"

Charlize hung her head and muttered, "Yeah, sure. Just, please - let me up."

Grinning proudly, Angie pushed Charlize off her knee and used her feet to push the blondes body away from her. Charlize curled up in a ball and started to sniffle and sob. Angie got up and used a handful of Charlize' hair to lift her to her feet.

"It's showtime, blondie. You're on!"

Charlize reached for her dress, but Angie slapped it out of her hand and shook her head.

"Uh-uh. You're perfect just like you are. Now come along like a good little supporting actress and let me play my scene. You just wait for your cue, say your line; then get the hell of my stage and leave the spotlight to me. Come on!"

Angie took the half-naked blonde by the arm and walked her out of the bathroom. Charlize staggered and stumbled, nearly tripping over the panties still around her knees. As Angie opened the door and pulled the naked Charlize out behind her, the panties slipped down her legs and she had to quickly step out of them to keep from tripping. Everyone gasped and a few even muttered epithets. Charlize bra hung off of one breast, the strap broken during Angie's writhing around on her chest while Charlize tongued her to orgasm. Clearly, no one expected what they were seeing, even BBT seemed stunned by the sight of Charlize being docilely paraded around like Angie's pet.

Angie proudly puffed out her chest as she dragged Charlize by the elbow to the producer and threw her to the floor at his feet. She stood behind the humbled blonde and lifted her head back by the hair until she was looking up at the shocked producer's erection - obvious even with his suit coat covering his groin. Angie couldn't help wondering if what was concealed was as prodigious as it appeared and glanced quickly to see if BBT had noticed her interest.

"Go on slut, tell him we talked about the role of Lara Croft and how you decided you aren't right for it."

She shook Charlize hair to be sure she remembered her promise. Charlize looked up at the studio executive and knew there was only one thing she could do. She bit her lip nervously and said with as much pride as she could under the circumstances, "Tell this bitch to let go of me. She attacked me in the ladies room while my back was turned. She's craz ... EEEEeeeeeeeeee!"

With an angry growl at the betrayal, Angie pulled Charlize backward and flung her across the room with the 'squeeeeeeal' of flesh against bare wood. Charlize slid to a stop and rolled over onto her knees. She had almost risen to her feet when the enraged Angie, her face twisted in a maniacal snarl, dove over the back of a sofa and fell on like a demon from the bowels of Hell! The collision threw them both to the floor and they rolled over several times and came to a stop against the fireplace with Charlize on top.

The blonde grabbed Angie by the hair and started to slap her back and forth across the face as the men stood stunned for a moment, then moved closer to get a better view of Charlize bare bottom and exposed breast as well as Angie's pussy, since her skirt had worked itself up around her waist during the scuffle. Suddenly, Angie reached up from beneath Charlize, grabbed her under the arms and pulled her forward, slamming Charlize face-first in the brick fireplace. Charlize was still dazed from her earlier beating and she slumped and fell with her bosom on Angie's face, her limp legs slowly stretching out full length behind her. Angie grunted as she pushed and rolled the dazed and groggy blonde off of her and got to her knees chuckling.

"Well, you can see how easy this is," she grinned. "This is already the third time she's gone to sleep on me. If I didn't know how damn exciting I was, I'd think I was boring her."

There was a titter of nervous laughter from Charlize' backers but it quickly changed to resigned moans as BBT walked around collecting his bets from those silly enough to have wagered on Theron. While her boyfriend was lightening her backers wallets, Angie was lightening Charlize' load too. She unsnapped the groggy blonde's bra and pulled it from her limp arms, then kicked Charlize in the rump to roll her over so she could remove her stockings. Within a minute, the pale white body of the nude actress lay sprawled at Angie's feet in front of an admiring throng of lusty and powerful men.

"Come on sleeping beauty, time to put an end to this nonsense," Angie cooed as she used a handful of Charlize' hair to pull her across the floor on her hands and knees. Lifting her under the breasts from behind, Angie got Charlize to her feet and pushed her onto one of the big, overstuffed easy chairs with her knees on the seat and her head and shoulders over the back of the chair. Angie gave the actress' pink bottom a couple of slaps and told her not to move. Charlize, indeed, stayed kneeling in the chair until Angie returned with her bra and stockings.

Angie tied one of Charlize' stockings to her ankle, ran it behind the legs of the chair and then tied it to her other ankle. Pulling her arms around the winged back, Angie tied her wrists together at the back of the chair, leaving Charlize kneeling on the seat, her ass in the air with her chin resting on the top of the chair back.

"You won't get away with th... uuuunnnnnhhhh" Charlize started to say, but was silenced when Angie pulled the second gel pad out of her bra and shoved it in her mouth, then wrapped Charlize' bra around her face and tied it behind her head, effectively gagging her and humiliating her a second time with a damn gel pad. Charlize squirmed and struggled against the stockings but they were far too strong to break and she only exhausted and frustrated herself while amusing both Angie and the others watching her struggles.

When she finally stopped squirming and remained still, Angie patted her on the ass and said, "Now THAT'S where those things do the most good." Then she complimented Charlize for her, "... good sense, at last." Then added after yet another hard spank, "Now, you just wait right there and watch me sign the contract you wanted so badly."

"Nuuuuuuuuuu," Charlize wailed through her gag. "Pluuuuuuhhh, duuuuuuh doh hut ... nunnnnnnh!"

Everyone giggled at Charlize' unintelligible babbling while the producer pulled a contract out of his pocket and gave it to Angie.

"You've shown me you're the real deal," the old man said, "the real Lara Croft. This picture is going to be huge and you're going to get the lion's share of the credit for its success."

Angie sat down and spread her legs so Charlize could see the dewy droplets of moisture that glistened in the subdued light as she slowly signed her name to the contract. When she finished, she handed the signed document to the producer and, under the table so no one but Charlize could see, reached down and ran her hand slowly over her pussy, then licked her lips lasciviously and winked at the bound blonde who was helpless to prevent Angelina Jolie from taking the role that Charlize felt would have made her a superstar!

Angie and BBT left the party several hours later, leaving Charlize still bound to the chair although she hadn't been alone for some time. In fact, her bare, upturned bottom had been the center of attention for most of the evening. As their limo pulled away, Billy Bob turned to Angelina and whispered, "So, was she as tough as everyone thought?"

Angelina chuckled and shook her head.

"Nope, she was easier than even I thought. Teri was right, you know where to give it to her, she'll roll over and go belly up like a little puppy-dog."

"Well, you sure took long enough," BBT said. "Are you sure she wasn't putting up a better fight than that. Come on, you can be honest."

"Well, if you must know, it was over in a flash. She didn't put up much of a fight at all. One good, solid punch, and she was on her knees. After that, let's just say you would have loved the play we had after that. When we get home, I'll give you all the lurid details."

BBT sighed, "Jeez, that was an impressive show you put on later. If I didn't know better, I'd think you'd been sneaking peeks at my collection of vintage Irving Klaw photos."

Angie just giggled and shook her head. "I'm not giving away any of my secrets."

In the vote, Angelina Jolie beat Charlize Theron 235-175
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