Karen McDougal figured she’d done more then her fair share of meeting and greeting and wanted to escape to a quieter part of the mansion. Grabbing IRISH by the arm, she led him through the crowd as they retreated for safety.

“Hey! Where are you two going?” Kyla Cole asked with a devilish grin, thinking she’d caught the lovers red-handed.

“We’re headed to the billiards room. It’s a hell of a lot quieter and it’s private. None of the phony-baloney’s big-shot guests even know about it, so nobody will be looking for us.” Karen answered. “Wanna tag along?”

“Hell yeah! I had my fill of this place as well,” Kyla said. “Lead on!”

Once in the billiards room, Karen expertly spun the balls into the rack and rolled them into place. “Want to play a game?”

“No, you two go ahead,” Kayla said. “I’ll sit here and watch.”

“It’s your break IRISH,” Karen said, choosing a stick from the rack. (CRACK) The sound of the cue ball smashing into the triangle of balls, sending them careening about the table. (PLUNK) The 11 ball dropped in the corner pocket and IRISH grinned..

“Guess I’m high.”

An hour later, their hiding spot still hadn’t been discovered. The games were even at 3 each when they finished game six of the best of seven. “One more and I own you!” Karen teased. IRISH had gotten off to an early lead, but then Karen won three straight and now had dropped two balls to open the seventh and final game.

“I can’t play when I’m thirsty!” IRISH offered as a lame excuse. “Anybody want anything?” Kyla offered to get the drinks, but IRISH insisted on going himself.

“He’s just stalling,” Karen reassured her and the two scantily clad brunettes giggled as IRISH slithered out of the room with his tail between his legs like a whipped dog.

The girls spent a few moments catching up with each other, as they sat on the couch awaited his return. They heard the door open and Karen stood up to take her next shot. But rather then IRISH, two blondes walked in and the hair on the back of Karen’s neck stood up as she turned and recognized Charlize Theron and Sunny McKay!

Karen had her differences with the actress and if the Playmates hadn’t been warned to be on their best behavior, she’d have jumped the blonde right then and there. Besides, Karen knew Kyla would have her back to prevent Sunny from interfering.

Seeing Karen was in the middle of a game, Charlize decided to have a little fun and, without saying a word, she walked over to the pool table and began to gather up the balls that had been scattered on the break.

“Hey!” Karen protested. “We’re in the middle of a game here!”

‘Got her!’ Charlize thought. “You ‘were’ in the middle of a game - past tense. I’m playing now.”

Kyla could almost see the steam coming from Karen’s ears as her hand trembled with rage, angrily pointing to a sign on the wall. “If you want to play, you’ve got to challenge the winner. House rules…bitch!”

‘Oh this is going to get good!’ Sunny thought, her hand dropping to her groin to idly rub her aroused pussy.

Sunny had watched Char and Karen in battle more then once and began to drool as she imagined Charlize ripping Karen’s skimpy pink lingerie from her body. Looking over at the beautiful brunette porn star, Kyla, Sunny begun to fantasize about Kyla’s hot, pink tongue inside her and her hot, panting, steamy breath as it tickled the cleft between her legs.

“Winners? All I see is whiners! Who am I supposed to challenge?” Charlize said, salt in an open wound. “I’d kick your ass easily anyway, so guess I own the table now.”

“Well then, why don’t you try ME?” Karen growled, rising to the challenge.

“It’s your funeral.” Charlize shrugged. “I’ll even give you the break; you’ll get least one shot during the game.”

Charlize had no idea what kind of pool player Karen was, but for what she had in mind, Karen’s skill really didn’t matter. She chose a cue from a rack on the wall and chalked the tip as she walked to the head of the table. Charlize leaned her hip on the table as she watched Karen bend forward to break, her big breasts almost spilling out of her scanty negligee.

Karen glanced at Kyla whose eyes darted toward Sunny, then she gave Karen a nod signaling, ‘I got the bimbo.’ Karen spread her legs wide and leaned over the table, her left hand spread on the green felt as she slowly slid the cue back and forth between her thumb and index finger as she lined up her break shot.

“Karen look ou…!” Kyla screamed a warning and leaped off the sofa to protect Karen from Charlize’s ‘Pearl Harbor’ attack. But as she rose to her feet, Kyla was tackled from behind by Sunny.

Before the warning was out of Kyla’s mouth, Charlize brought her pool cue down across the back of Karen’s head. WHACK! Karen’s chin slacked down on the slate bed as Theron’s cue broke in two; the heavy handle flying across the room, leaving Charlize holding the thin end in both hands. Charlize dropped the broken cue and dove on the Playmate who lay sprawled face down on the table; her hips on the edge with her limp legs dangling. The Oscar-winning blonde slammed her pelvis into Karen’s ass, trapping her against the side of the table, then grabbed Karen’s hair and started banging the woozy Playmate’s face on the table.

Kyla had landed awkwardly under Sunny’s full weight and the blonde porn star managed to capture Kyla’s right arm and twist it back behind her in an arm bar. Using the arm for leverage, Sunny rolled Kyla onto her left side. The slender blonde was like a pit bull! Sunny started driving her fist into Kyla’s side, knocking the wind out of her.

Karen’s eyes were rolling in her head and Charlize managed to pull off her bra without resistance. Holding a handful of brown hair with her left hand, Charlize grabbed a handful of panties in her right and lifted Karen’s feet off the floor as she jerked her pink lace panties up into the crack of the pretty Playmate’s ass. Using the Wedgie, Charlize tossed Karen up onto the pool table where she sprawled face down.

Charlize hadn’t thrown her all that far, but Karen landed on top of the billiard balls which acted like ball bearings and sent her rolling clear across the table. Charlize caught Karen’s ankles, crossed her legs and then flipped her onto her back. Then she jumped up onto the table and straddled Karen as the cue ball rolled into a side pocket.

“Scratch on the break! YOU LOSE!” Charlize laughed as she reared up on her knees and fired her fist straight down into Karen’s face.

On the floor, Sunny had pulled Kyla’s bra off and was peppering her body with both fists. After seven or eight, the mean-spirited blonde sank her fingernails into the soft undersides of the brunette’s breasts and raked upward.

“AIIIIIEEEEEEEEE….” Kyla shrieked as Sunny’s sharp talons drew blood!

Charlize kept hammering Karen with combinations aimed at her chin. She got into a steady rhythm and was thoroughly enjoying the sight of the Playmate’s head rocking and rolling from side-to-side as she piston-punched; her fists slicing in unopposed. Finally pausing for breath, Charlize reached over and picked up the chalk from the side rail. Planning to humiliate the Playmate by dragging her back to Hef’s party on a leash, Charlize twisted the chalk on the tip of Karen’s nose, putting a solid blue smudge on it.

“Too bad they don’t have brown chalk,” she laughed at the hurting Playmate. “That’d suit your goody two-shoes ass a lot better!”

Charlize inched back down Karen’s body on her knees, then sat her ass down hard on Karen’s belly. “UNNGH!” Karen let out a grunt and her head and shoulders bucked up off the table. Charlize quickly slapped Karen back down, then playfully slapped her cheek to get the dazed and breathless Playmate’s attention. When Karen’s eyes came into focus, she made eye contact and Charlize began to bounce up and down, once more taking the wind from the brunette’s sails.

Like Charlize, Sunny knew what to do when she got the upper hand and in her case, it was curled into a fist that was jealously piston-punching Kyla’s heaving breasts and bouncing belly. Unable to catch her breath, Kyla was suffering mightily under Sunny’s brutal barrage of punches.

Charlize grabbed Karen’s right breast in both hands and began to squeeze and twist until her nipple came erect. Then the bitchy blonde picked up the chalk once again and ground it onto the damaged nipple, leaving her mark once again! Grabbing Karen’s other breast, the brutal blond repeated the process, leaving twin blue stains that made Karen’s tawny nipples look like the tips of two pool cues.

“Wait! Something’s missing!” Charlize stated as she looked down admiring her handy work. “I know!” She slid further back down, straddling Karen’s thighs. Grabbing the chalk again Charlize drew a smiley face on Karen’s belly, using her belly button for the nose. “Nope, that doesn’t look right!” Charlize muttered. She spit on Karen’s belly and used her palm to roughly wipe the blue chalk away. Again she drew, this time drawing the mouth in an upside-down frown, bearing down so forcefully the chalk broke her skin. Karen moaned in pain as Charlize slashed the chalk across her belly. “Great idea Karen!” Charlize smiled as she began to draw tears on each of Karen’s blue tipped breasts.

Looking over her shoulder, Charlize called to her girlfriend, wanting to show Sunny her masterpiece, “Hey Sunny! When you finish up with that, come check this out. It’s fucking hysterical!” Charlize turned back to Karen just as Karen reared up and threw a right hand punch that had just about everything she had left behind it! CRACK!

Charlize’s head snapped back and she toppled backward from her perch, landing on her back between Karen’s legs with a blank expression on her face. Karen sat up and fell on top of her. They grappled and then rolled off the edge of the pool table to land SMACK on the floor.

The loud grunt when Charlize hit the floor with Karen on top of her finally got Sunny’s attention. She excused herself from Kyla and got to her feet to make sure her girlfriend was OK. Sunny ran and stood on tip-toe to look across the length of the table to see what was happening on the far end. Her face went chalky as she saw Charlize lying twisted beneath the Playmate who was on her knees. Before Sunny could get around the table to stop her, Karen ripped the front of Charlize’s designer dress wide open and began pounding the actresses famously sensitive breasts. To stop her friend’s torment, Sunny picked up a ball from the pool table and threw it at Karen’s back.

“AaaaRRRGGGhhh!!!!” Karen yelp in pain when the ball hit dead center on her back. She turned in time to see Sunny winding up to throw another ball. Sunny had her arm cocked but when she let fly, Karen was able to duck and the errant ball sailed over her head, clattering harmlessly off the wall. Karen rolled under the table to seek temporary shelter and Sunny ducked low trying to track the Playmate’s movement but the solid leg that housed the ball return blocked her view.

“Shit!” Sunny muttered. She darted to the side of the table to reacquire Karen but as she rounded the corner, Karen thrust out the broken half of Charlize’s cue and tripped her. Sunny hit the floor hard, briefly knocking the wind out of her. Then she felt the full wrath of the irate Playmate when Karen grabbed her shoulder length blonde hair and started hammering her head on the floor!

THUMP! THUMP! THUD!

It was taking IRISH forever to return with the drinks. Only one of the three bars was set up to make the frozen drinks Kyla and Karen were drinking so the line was two dozen people long. ‘Oh well,’ IRISH thought as he sipped a beer. ‘Maybe she’ll cool down some and I’ll have a chance for a come back.’

But far from cooling down, Karen was just warming up! Sunny was down and Karen was firing on all cylinders, punching her face and breasts! During her struggle with Kyla, the blonde porn star’s blouse torn down to her waist, exposing her small, perky, twin treasures. They made an excellent target for the Playmate to flail away at and Karen was in full command of the situation - until Charlize made it back to her feet and started stalking the Playmate from behind.

‘Just one more second Sunny!’ Charlize thought as she got into perfect position to strike.

WHACK! Another pool cue was broken in two as Charlize took a full swing and smashed Karen across the Playmate’s upper back. Karen dropped face down on top of Sunny, pinning her beneath her. Charlize scanned the room quickly to see what other implements of torture she could use on Karen but since it was a billiard room, her options were somewhat limited. She’d used both pool cues - but there were plenty more in a wall rack. Then she saw something else that’d do the trick! She gave Karen a kick in the ribs to knock her off of Sunny. Char helped her girlfriend up and put Sunny’s left arm over her shoulder as she slid her right arm around Sunny’s waist, her hand cupping the underside of her porn star girlfriend’s right breast while she helped her over to the sofa.

“Wait here. I’ll be done in a minute or two, then we’ll put these sluts on parade for Hef’s birthday!” Sunny didn’t say anything, just mustered her best smile and gently cradled her aching tits in both hands while Charlize picked up the triangle ball rack and table brush, then strode confidently back over to Karen who’d gotten to her hands and knees. Charlize swung her leg over and dropped her ass on the Playmate’s back. The sudden weight on her back almost drove Karen back down to the floor. Then Charlize gave her Playmate plaything a powerful squeeze with her muscular thighs. “Ready to get the party started?”

Charlize slipped the ball rack over Karen’s head and hauled back on two corners, forcing the third corner into Karen’s throat. The Playmate instantly reared back as Charlize began choking her. Karen sat back on her haunches, her hands reaching to pull the rack away from her throat. But Charlize had a firm grip and discovered it made a good bridle to steer her Playmate ‘pony’ while choking her.

Charlize rode the storm until Karen ran out of air and her arms dropped, then she pitched forward on her knees, coming to rest with her right shoulder on the floor forming the third corner of a tripod. Karen was no longer struggling to pull the rack from her neck; she was just trying to get enough separation to draw a breath. Charlize was getting bored - she preferred her Playmate’s animated and struggling, so the blonde reached behind her to the corner of the pool table where she’d left the other implement of torture she’d selected for Karen!

Holding the rack in her left hand, Charlize reached back with her right, raised it and then swept it down, WHAP, slamming the back of the wooden handled brush on Karen’s raised butt! Karen instantly sprang to life with a breathless shriek! “AAARRRRRRGH!”

Holding on with one hand like a bronco buster, steadied by her powerful thighs clamped onto Karen’s ribs, Charlize continued to spank Karen’s rapidly reddening rump. The Playmate held up her end of the rodeo metaphor by bucking and jerking like a wildly bucking bronco. “That’s the spirit!” Charlize encouraged. “Think you can make it all the way down the hall on all fours? We can entertain Hef’s guests with my new Ponygirl!” she taunted.

IRISH had finally made it to the front of the line and ordered the ladies their two drinks. But as Murphy’s Law would have it, the bartender ran out of ice with the last blender of drinks. “I’ll be right back with some more, IRISH. While I’m gone, here’s a little something to pass the time.” He slid a fresh beer the length of the bar, expertly stopping it right in front of him. IRISH had no choice to wait and think about his strategy for the pool game as he nursed his beer. “Might as well double up on the drink order so I don’t have to stand in line again,” he thought. “Karen’s hot streak has definitely cooled off by now!”

Karen hadn’t had a moment’s respite since IRISH left and now she was trying desperately to formulate a plan of escape. Every time she’d tried something she thought might work, Charlize was ready and countered her move. Charlize knew Karen would eventually reach back to grab either her arm or her hair and try to flip her over her shoulder to regain control. But she knew that whenever Karen reached back, she exposed herself, so rather then paddling the Playmate’s ass, when Karen reached back for her, Charlize swung the brush up under Karen’s breast, flattening it painfully.

‘Try to escape or protect my tits? Not much of a choice,’ Karen realized to her dismay.

Kyla, left alone for several minutes, had finally recovered but rather then jump right into the fight and risk the element of surprise, she pretended to still be knocked out while she scanned the room for all possible threats. Charlize had Karen in trouble, but Sunny still looked half out of it as she watched Karen’s abuse closely - and from the way her fingers were pumping between her legs she seemed to be enjoying herself! Once Kyla figured out her best course of action, she slithered up behind the sofa and then leaped over the back onto Sunny who was laying face down on the sofa, her upper body draped over the arm at one end as she watched the action and played with herself.

Kyla clamped both hands tight over Sunny’s nose and mouth before the blonde could cry out, then rolled her off of the sofa onto the floor. There, Kyla wrapped her strong thighs around Sunny’s waist from behind and - while still smothering her - began to crush the air, and the fight, out of the devious pornstar.

All this happened unbeknownst to Charlize because while Sunny was frantically slapping Kyla’s thighs in an attempt to free herself or get Charlize’s attention to help her, Charlize was beating the wooden table brush against Karen’s battered butt; the loud SMACK, SMACK, SMACK and Karen’s yelping and crying, drowning out Sunny’s desperate signals.

Kyla kept her hands clamped tight over Sunny’s nose and mouth until she felt her go limp between her legs, then she wasted no time stripping the blonde porn star and tearing her dress into strips. Stuffing Sunny’s panties in her mouth as a gag, Kyla tied it in place using a strip of her dress around her head. Two more strips of her own dress secured Sunny’s wrists and elbows behind her back, then two more encircled her legs at the knees and ankles. Sunny was well and truly bound and gagged long before she began to regain conciseness. Once she came around, however, Sunny struggled mightily against her bondage while Kyla gazed at the squirming blonde; fixing Sunny with laser blue eyes - her angry countenance assuring her that her evening was far from over. ‘Don’t worry…I’ll be back to finish with you in a minute.”

With Sunny no longer a threat, Kyla started sneaking toward Charlize just as the blonde turned to look around the leg of the table to get Sunny’s approval of her performance. Kyla dove on top of the pool table - out of Charlize’s sight as the blonde leaned down to peer around the table. Charlize couldn’t see Sunny, but the moans and groans from the other side of the room seemed to indicate Sunny had Kyla’s ankles pinned behind her ears and was taking advantage of her.

Turning back to Karen, Charlize stopped assaulting the Playmate’s butt with the flat side of the brush, turned it over and began to use the stiff nylon bristles on Karen’s pussy. Rather then soft, gentle strokes, Charlize SPLAT slammed the bristles down hard and pushed them deep into Karen’s soft flesh, then scrubbed them forcefully back and forth - introducing a new level of pain!

With Charlize intent on inflicting pain on Karen, Kyla was able to crawl the length of the pool table, staying low and flat to avoid being seen, until she reached the edge. Then she quickly snuck a peek to acquire her target.

Drinks in hand, IRISH started back through the tightly packed gathering. On more then one occasion he had to turn down the request of a beautiful Playmate with puppy dog eyes. “No, these drinks were spoken for…and so am I, sorry hon.” “Maybe I’ll just let her win,” IRISH thought on his way back.

Charlize reached down between Karen’s legs one more time and repeated the very painful abrading of Karen’s sensitive area with the stiff bristles. Karen’s body jerked as she reared in pain, causing Charlize to slip slightly as she straddled the Playmate’s bare, perspiring, skin. As Charlize inched back up into position, Kyla reached down and grabbed a handful of blonde hair, then yanked with all her might!

BONK! The actresses head smacked the side of the table hard. This was no cheap pool table like you’d find in a bar that you played by dumping a couple of quarters in. Oh no! Not Hef’s pool table! This was a heavy professional table of solid oak and thick slate. The impact on Charlize’s head was instantaneous and devastating. She pitched forward and lay crumpled on the floor.

“IRISH! Hey Irish! You got a minute?”

“Of course, Hef. I can always make time for the birthday boy! What can I do for ya?” ‘Damn! Almost made it,’ IRISH thought while Hef droned on and on about some inane subject or other.

“You OK Karen?” Kyla asked her friend as she hopped off the table, stood over her and tried to comfort her.

Karen lifted her head without answering and looked around the room, demanding between deep breaths - trying to regain the air she’d expelled with her screams - “Wh…where’s…that…BITCH!”

Kyla motioned to Charlize’s body and Karen rose quickly; a little too quickly. The room spun and she had to grab Kyla to keep from falling. But Karen was on a mission! She reached down, grabbed a handful of Charlize’s hair and dragged her body out to more or less the middle of the room.

“You like using stuff as weapons do you?” Karen asked the unconscious actress. “Well two can play that game!”

While Kyla used the last of Sunny’s dress remnants to bind Charlize’s hands, Karen went to the pool table and gathered what she had needed, then returned to Charlize and dropped, slamming both knees into the blondes soft belly. Charlize’s body flew up at both ends and she let out a loud gasp, her mouth gaping wide open - exactly as Karen wanted! When Charlize’s mouth was open wide, Karen shoved the eight ball in between her teeth. By the time Charlize realized what had happened, she couldn’t clear the obstruction from her mouth because her hands were tied behind her.

“Oh is that stuck?” Karen asked. “Here let me try and help…” She grabbed the bridge from its cradle under the side of the table, turned around and straddled the fallen blonde holding the bridge straight up and down the front of her. “This is just like the Heimlich,” Karen hissed. “Should pop that sucker right out!”

Karen started using the bridge like a long handled potato masher, smashing, flattening and mashing Charlize’s breasts flat; then shifting to her belly. Charlize was helpless as Karen took her revenge, brutally mauling the blondes bound body.

Sunny is sitting on the table in one corner, her legs spread with her ankles tied to the middle pockets. Her arms are bound behind her and Kyla is firing billiard balls at her pussy. One is already wedged in tight. And Kyla has a steady supply of ammunition because she’s being fed by Karen who is standing at the other end of the table.

There, Charlize is bent over with her tits on the edge of the table; her long legs spread wide, her ankles tied to the table legs; arms spread with her hands in each of the end pockets. Karen’s torn negligee is wrapped around Charlize’s head and stretched to the corners where it’s tied to Theron’s wrists, making it impossible for her to move her hands or raise her torso. Karen has carefully arranged Charlize’s bare breasts in front of the bumper and is slamming balls into the blonde’s breasts as hard as she can!

Whenever Kyla’s shot ricochets off of Sunny’s groin, Karen scoops up the ball, puts it ‘on the spot’, takes aim and THUNK drives it down the table as hard as she can into one of Charlize’s breasts. The tearing actresses body jerks with every impact and she lets out a heart-wrenchingly pitiful groan - struggling to maintain what little dignity is possible in the situation by not screaming or pleading, although Karen has promised her she will stay there until she hears her whimper and beg for mercy!

Sunny’s groin is already showing a lot of dark bruises on her labia where Kyla’s shots have slammed into the tender flesh and bounced off. Every so often, Kyla will make a ‘perfect shot’ and her shot will smack into the ball wedged in Sunny’s pussy with a muffled CLACK which is instantly followed by a loud moan from Sunny’s gagged mouth. Sunny keeps shaking her head as if pleading, “No more” but Kyla ignores her and keeps firing away.

Each time Kyla “scores” with a loud CLACK, Karen moves one of the score-keeping counters to her side of the wire running along the wall. Every time Karen scores by making Charlize groan or moan, Kyla will credit her with a point. At the point IRISH entered the room carrying the tray of drinks, Karen is well ahead on points although Kyla is determined, as she says with a wink at Karen, “To stay here all night if that what it takes to beat you.”

“What the HELL…?” IRISH gasped to nobody in particular when he walked in and saw the scene before him.

“Nice of you to return…at last,” Karen huffed teasingly.

IRISH stopped short when he saw Karen and Kyla and Charlize and Sunny’s disheveled condition - and the condition of the room - and his heart sank as he realized he must’ve missed an epic battle. Karen grabbed a frozen drink from the tray and gulped down half of it.

IRISH nodded toward the blue design on her belly and asked, “Why didn’t you put on a happy face?”

Karen looked down and saw the big frown Charlize had drawn on her. She reached over and grabbed the second frozen drink. “God! I need this.” Putting the drink down, she scooped up a handful of the icy concoction and before IRISH had a chance to ask her what she was doing, used it to wash the blue chalk from her body. She left her nipples chalked, promising IRISH he could “clean ‘em up later.” Then she took another handful and held it carefully between her legs to soothe the damaged there.

IRISH knew by the look in her face he shouldn’t even ask what happened - not that it kept him from doing so anyway. As Karen regaled him with the story, she and Kyla kept slamming billiard balls into and off of the bodies of the bound blondes. Not until Kyla complained she was getting a blister on her finger did Karen finally relent. IRISH found the two brunettes some spare clothing from one of the guest rooms, then after they changed escorted them back to the party, leaving Sunny and Charlize bound to the pool table.

As they were walking down the hall, they bumped into three other guests coming off the elevator; Tyra Banks and Serena Williams were carrying Cat Bell between them. Cat’s limp arms were draped over the Black women’s shoulders and her head was hanging down as if she were either drunk, drugged or knocked out. Each of the big, buxom Black beauties had an arm around Cat’s slim waist, supporting her with her feet a couple inches off the carpet.

“Hey you!” Tyra snapped at IRISH, ignoring the two scantily clad and still slightly disheveled women. “Somebody said they got a billiard table down here, where is it?”

Karen mumbled something under her breath about ‘teaching someone some manners’ but Kyla quickly spoke up, pointing down the hall. “It’s right down there and Hef’s stocked it with some sweet treats. Enjoy!”

Then she grabbed Karen’s elbow and pulled her away before she could start another fight. Just as the elevator door was closing, they heard Tyra’s voice from the other end of the hall, “Oh my Gawd, blondes! My favorite. Dibs on the one with no tits!”

“Whaddya mean?” Serena chuckled. “They both got no tits! Good thing we brought two extra,” she said, dumping Cat’s voluptuous body on the sofa where it would doubtlessly come in handy. “C’mon, you start with that one and I’ll start on this one…then we can swap!”

According to rumors, it was early the next morning when two other guests, Kim & Ginny, stumbled across the blonde duo who were now hog-tied on the floor. They untied them and took them home thinking they were door prizes!