Charlize Theron was riding high early in 2001. Robert Redford's 'Legend of Bagger Vance' with Charlize, Matt Damon and Will Smith had opened strong while her own film, 'Sweet November' had just opened in theaters across the country. She'd also wrapped 'Curse of the Jade Scorpion' for Woody Allen in which she had a small, but pivotal, role as an over-sexed rich bitch - a part many women in Hollywood had coveted.

Now, Charlize was about to close a deal to star in 'Sweet Home Alabama' the script for which she'd already optioned. In it, she'd get to show not only her range as an actress and comedienne but also utilize her devastatingly gorgeous looks. Filming was to begin in the fall and she was excited. So excited, in fact, that Charlize had already undergone a crash diet to lose almost ten pounds to make her already slender figure appear even more girlish. Things couldn't be sweeter! But there was a cloud looming on the horizon. Sweet Home's producer, Stokely Chaffin and director Luis Mandoki were having trouble getting the project green-lighted and were calling all their Hollywood friends to get some 'juice' behind it. Naturally, they called on Ryan Phillippe and Reese Witherspoon, generally acknowledged to be one of Hollywood's premiere young 'power couples.' As soon as Phillippe saw the draft script, he knew it would be a perfect vehicle for his beautiful young blond wife Reese who was already well known to the movie's backers.

Reese had turned Chaffin down when he offered her the lead in 'I Know What You Did Last Summer' but he was as enamored as ever with her beauty and talent and he jumped at the chance to get her involved, knowing with she and Ryan the movie was sure to be funded. Reese had also been offered the lead in 'Scream' by 'Sweet Home' co-producer Neal Moritz and he pushed hard for her to star in 'Alabama.'

Charlize was slowly being backed into a corner by the 'money men' behind 'her' film. She was the one who'd found and nurtured writer Douglas Eboch's original script but now that Reese wanted in, they were trying to elbow her aside. The big, tough South African blonde was used to fighting for what she wanted and she swore 'Sweet Home Alabama' would be hers, or else! She demanded a meeting with Chaffin and Moritz but when she got there she was stunned to find Reese and Ryan there with Selma Blair, Reese's costar in "Legally Blonde" and "Cruel Intentions."

"What's SHE doing here?" Charlize demanded, jabbing a finger toward Reese and ignoring Ryan and Selma. "We're here to talk about MY picture aren't we?"

"We invited Reese because we want to use her, Charlize," Chaffin explained, squirming under the blondes icy stare.

"My character doesn't have a sidekick or little sister," the big blonde said coolly. "There's no place for her in my movie," she added, pointedly speaking to Chaffin as if Reese, Ryan and Selma weren't even in the room.

"Actually," Moritz said after clearing his throat nervously, "we're thinking of Reese for the lead....."

He didn't get a chance to finish before Charlize exploded, leaping to her feet and sending a pile of papers on Chaffin's desk across the floor. Towering over the seated 'power couple' and their friend, Charlize put her hands on her hips; her eyes flashing defiantly.

"I am NOT leaving my own picture so you can give my part to this.....this.....BIMBO!" she sneered, giving Reese's shin a sharp kick with the point of her high heel that drew a grimace of pain from the cute young blond as Ryan leaned forward too late to protect his wife.

"No, no," Chaffin quickly interrupted. "We weren't going to leave you out. We just think Reese is a little more...well, like what we're looking for in the LEAD! You'll still have a prominent role, I assure you. In fact, Neal and I think you'll steal the show," he added with an apologetic glance at Reese who smiled sweetly and nodded reassuringly, signaling she understood he'd only lied to mollify Charlize. Reese knew very well that NOBODY, certainly not Charlize Theron, could outperform her in a picture...or anywhere else!

"That's bullshit and you know it!" Charlize snapped at Chaffin. "There IS no role in the film worth a damn except the lead! How'm I supposed to 'steal the show' as you said, if I don't have a part?"

"Well," mulled Chaffin as he stroked his chin. "We can have the screenwriter put in something. Maybe Reese's older sister or a neighbor? We're willing to work with you on this, Charlize."

The mayor," Reese injected, speaking for the first time.

"Huh?" Everyone gulped at once as they turned to look at the haughty young superstar.

"She can be the mayor," Reese repeated. "You haven't cast it yet and I think she's perfect. I mean, we put her hair in a bun, she works sans make-up, maybe add a few lines and wrinkles to the ones already there. Hell, she IS the mayor. No problem!"

Charlize stared open-mouthed, incredulous that this slip of a girl could be so disrespectful! The mayor in the script was a fifty five year old woman!

"Get out of this office right now," Charlize said with an angry stomp of her foot and a dramatically wave of arm; her index finger pointing to the door. "I'll get my picture made without you and your limp-dick husband! I don't need you to get my movie made."

Reese just leaned back in her chair, crossed her short, muscular legs and folded her arms over her full, firm young breasts, smiling sweetly as she slowly shook her head.

"Uh-uh," she said softly. "I'm in, you're O-U-T honey pie. The boys know they can't get this done without MY name and MY backing. You're a sweet naïve girl Theron, but you don't have the clout in this town to get a picture made. You heard my offer; ensemble billing as the mayor or turn your fat ass around and prance outta here on those long ballerina legs you're so proud of. It’s your choice!"

Charlize could feel the blood rising in her cheeks as Reese arrogantly announced her ultimatum. She knew she was beaten, she'd never get her picture made if Reese put out the word she didn't want it to happen. She only had one chance, to get Reese to agree to turn down the role voluntarily....well, maybe not *voluntarily* but she was confident that once she *explained* it to Reese she'd see reason.

"I'll fight you for it," Charlize said, the words spilling out almost before she'd fully formed the thought in her own mind.

If Charlize was shocked at her own bravado, she was even more surprised when little Reese smiled, looked at her husband and shrugged, "OK. What kinda fight you have in mind?"

Charlize cockily sneered, "Hell, any kind you like....little girl! I can beat you at anything."

Reese winked at Selma as she sighed and said, "OK, but it's your funeral. Catfight!"

The two producers gulped and stared at each other, clearly not having anticipated this, but Ryan had a grin on his face as he leaned over to Reese as she bent over to unbuckle her shoes and whispered, “Remember Angelina Jolie’s story about her.”

"If you win," Ryan told Charlize, "Reese turns down the role. But if WE win, we’ll give you what you paid for the script option and you walk away." Then added with a wry leer, "Or get carried away. Don't sell my little girl short, she's a lot tougher than she looks."

"Yeah, I heard she's in some kind of Hollywood wrestling league," Charlize said as she kicked off her heels. "But I'm no munchkin. I box in the FCBA. I can be pretty tough myself."

As the two women stood face-to-face, Blair, Phillippe, Chaffin and Moritz had a chance to size them up. Charlize was a good seven inches taller than Reese at 5'9" to 5'2" but in their dresses Reese's stockier upper body looked more solid. And although Reese’s legs and arms were shorter than Theron’s they looked more muscular! It had the appearance of a good match, despite the differences in height!

Charlize raised her hands, her fists clenched, while Reese crouched low, her arms spread and her feet apart in a wrestling stance. Clearly, their approaches to the fight would be based on the styles they knew best. What remained to be seen was which would be able to impose herself on the other sufficiently that she could take advantage of it. They circled slowly until Charlize flicked out a quick, sharp jab that landed with a loud CRACK on Reese's forehead. As her head snapped back, Reese almost lost her feet and she hopped sideways, struggling to remain upright. Instead of following up, however, Charlize stepped back shaking her hand; her face showing her pain after her unprotected fist hit Reese's hard head.

Reese regained her equilibrium, looked up and saw Charlize examining her hand, lowered her head and the petite powerhouse charged and drove her shoulder into Charlize' belly. The big blonde's body folded forward over Reese's shoulder as the muscular little girl drove her backward until Charlize ass hit the wall, knocking the wind out of her. But just as Reese tried to straighten up, Charlize raised her clenched fists and slammed them down into the middle of Reese's back, driving her to her knees! Charlize kneed Reese in the chest and she went somersaulting over backward. Using a tumbling move, Reese did a complete back roll and then popped up on her feet - to enthusiastic applause from Selma and Ryan as the producer and director watched open-mouthed.

Charlize rubbed her stomach as she leaned against the wall trying to catch her breath, but Reese quickly rushed back on the attack, stepping toward the tall blonde, then turning and swinging her thick right leg in a wide arc, driving her foot to the outside of Charlize' left knee. She yelped in pain as her knee buckled and she slid down the wall to the floor on her side, her hands immediately grabbing her knee as she writhed on the floor.

"She don't look so tough sittin' on her ass!" Selma laughed as she leaned over to hug Ryan. "This is so way kewl! Kick her fat ass Ree!"

"Fuck you too, bitch!" Charlize hissed, glaring at Selma as she rolled over and got up, limping on her injured knee.

Again, the big blonde raised her fists and started to circle to her left, pausing several times to flex her left leg, testing it, then, as she put weight on it, wincing in pain. Reese began to grin as she slowly closed the distance...then suddenly reeling wide-eyed to one side when Charlize snapped off a short jab that ricocheted off the petite blonde's cheek. Reese suddenly faked to her left and as Charlize turned awkwardly, dragging her sore leg, Reese jumped back to her right and drove her shoulder into Charlize again. Reese thudded into Charlize lower body, drawing a surprising UNNNH from Charlize. But instead of wrapping her arms around Charlize' legs and tackling her, this time Reese snapped her head up as Charlize started to bent over. The crown of Reese's head hit the tall blonde on the point of her the chin and Charlize saw stars as she teetered on rubbery legs, then sat straight down on her ass with a teeth rattling impact!

The dazed blonde sat up and blinked at Reese who got up and strutted around with her arms raised as Selma and Ryan jeered and applauded. The producer and director sat silent, almost as stunned as Charlize herself by the unexpected turn of events. Reese swaggered over behind Charlize, dropped to one knee and pushed the other between Charlize shoulder blades as she wrapped one arm around her neck and pressed her other fist against the side of the groggy blondes neck.

"In wrestling, we call this a sleeper," Reese informed Charlize. "I'm gonna use it to get an Oscar for 'Sweet Home' hon!"

Charlize wriggled and squirmed on her butt as Reese leaned on her back, tightening the sleeper. The big blonde could feel herself losing a grip on consciousness as her mind began to gray out from a lack of blood. If she didn't do something quickly, she realized her hopes and dreams of making 'Sweet Home' her biggest success would be lost. She planted her feet flat on the floor and began to push her hips back against Reese's knee. Using the power and strength of her long, ballerina-trained legs, she slowly lifted her butt off the floor as she pushed, forcing the petite blonde to rise with her. When Charlize had forced her way halfway to her feet, Reese tried to force her back down but she spread her feet, straining to stay balanced. She reached back over her shoulder, grabbed two handfuls of Reese's silky, gold hair, pulled Reese's head forward until her chin rested on her shoulder just as she picked up her feet and dropped down on her ass!

Charlize' ass hit the floor hard but her firm grip on Reese's hair kept Reese's chin on her shoulder and the jarring impact stunned Reese who lost the sleeper hold, allowing Charlize to scramble away. Reese shook her head, then lunged, grabbed the back of Charlize's dress as she tried to scramble away and tried to pull her back to re-apply her sleeper. But when she caught the back of her dress, Charlize plunged ahead, desperate to avoid being trapped again. Charlize was successful...but heard a loud RIIIIIIPPPPPPP as the entire back of the light dress came apart down the seams. She stumbled forward and fell on her hands and knees as Reese fell back against the wall holding half of the dress.

Charlize looked around stunned as the front half of her dress slid down her arms in a puddle below her on the floor at her wrists. She got up and kicked the torn dress aside, turned to face Reese in a strapless lace bra and silk tap panties cut high at the thighs that were trimmed with lace matching her bra. Reese also rose, moving sideways along the wall away from the blushing and angry blonde.

"That was a damn designer dress," Charlize screamed. "You're going to buy me a replacement."

"You'll need a whole new outfit when she's done," Ryan laughed. "Right down to the stockings if I know my little blonde spitfire!"

Charlize looked over and smiled confidently, "The important word being littl...OOOH!"

As soon as the big blonde had looked away, the diminutive dynamo ran and drove her head into Charlize' stomach. The unexpected butt took her breath away and as Reese continued to power forward, she bowled Charlize over onto her back and fell on top of her. Reese tried to straddle her, but again Charlize' long, strong legs enabled her to avoid trouble as she bucked and threw Reese headfirst over her to the floor. Charlize rolled over and got to her knees, pouting as she rubbed a red spot below her belly button where Reese headbutted her. Reese quickly bounced to her feet and, with Charlize on her knees, they were almost the same height. Reese rushed in again and flung herself at Charlize, knocking her over backward again.

As they wrestled on the floor, it became obvious that although Charlize was taller, she was no stronger. Using her finely honed wrestling skills, Reese used a handful of hair to put Charlize in a side headlock. Charlize was flat on her back with laying across the tall blonde's chest on her back holding her in the headlock with her short, muscular legs around Charlize' right arm, immobilizing it. In that position, Charlize' long legs were almost useless and she only had her left hand free. Charlize face started to get red as Reese locked her hands, her biceps bulging as she applied crushing pressure to the big blonde's head.

"You got her now, Ree!" Selma chirped, bouncing up and down excitedly, her soft breasts bouncing.

"That's my gal," Ryan grinned proudly at the Producer, clapping his hands on his knees and almost bounding out of his chair.

The producer and director both sat silent behind the desk, their hands out of sight in their laps, smarmy grins on their pasty faces. Charlize reached her free hand over Reese's shoulder, but the cute cupcake blonde slapped it away with one hand, then quickly reclamped her headlock. Next, Charlize tried to reach around her Reese, but as her fingers closed over Reese's firm breast, the little blonde leaned over and took Charlize' ear in her teeth.

"Grab my tit an' you lose an ear," she hissed. Reese kept her teeth on Charlize' ear until she felt her hand slide from her breast to her hip. "Smart girl," Reese purred, then swirled her tongue in Charlize' ear and chuckled when she felt her shiver.

Again, Reese tightened her grip on Charlize' head, rocking back and forth, tightening the hold with each movement. Charlize' face grew redder and redder as Reese ratcheted up her pressure. Then, Charlize did something she never thought she'd do in a catfight - not that she'd ever expected to be in many! She worked her right hand between Reese's thighs and, before the petite powerhouse knew what was up, shoved her hand under Reese's dress and grabbed her pussy! Reese let out a shriek and started to sit up, releasing the headlock to deal with this new, painful and very unwelcome intrusion.

But as Reese raised up, Charlize grabbed the back of her hair and pulled, tipping her over backward as Charlize rolled up. Reese ended up with her short thick legs waving in the air and her shoulders pinned to the floor. If it had been a wrestling match with a referee, Charlize might have gotten a "pin" but since this was a submission fight, it only proved a temporary embarrassment to petite Reese. She kicked her feet and arched her body several times until she managed to rock back upright, landing up with her legs out in front of her and Charlize on her side on the floor behind her.

They quickly rolled apart and got their feet. Reese saw that during the struggle one of Charlize' bra straps had broken and her left cup was hanging halfway off her small, but perfectly formed breast; the lace cup hung up on her surprisingly long, erect nipple! Reese tried not to grin as she made a mental note and began to circle right in a low crouch. Charlize, breathing hard after taking several blows to her belly and the severe headlock, backed away, sucking in badly needed air; made more difficult as she was bent over which compressed her diaphragm.

They circled; Reese still looking fresh, perky and confident while Charlize was breathing hard, struggling to catch her breath. Charlize' bra finally slid off her left nipple and tangled around her left elbow. She quickly pulled her arm free and shrugged it off, kicking at it with an annoyed swipe of her stocking foot.

Selma's eyes widened as she shouted, "Oh my gawd Ree! Lookit her nips! You really got that horny bitch excited!"

But Ryan put a hand on her arm and shook his head, "Nope, she's not even aroused. Angelina Jolie told us that's 'normal'. Wait'll you see 'em when she IS excited, Angie says they're something to behold!"

"Behold hell," Selma giggled. "Be pulled is more like it. No wonder she don't wrestle, they'd pull those babies like taffy. I'd hate to see Rose or Alyssa get their hands on them...or God forbid, that big bitch Cat Bell!"

While her supporters chatted, Reese ducked under Charlize' flying fists and drove her shoulder into the tall blondes knee, tackling her to the floor again. They wrestled until Charlize desperately grabbed Reese's dress, used it for leverage to yank the smaller blonde over. She gave a hard pull and Reese's dress ripped open, then Charlize pulled it over Reese's face temporarily blinding her. As Reese frantically tried to untangle her dress from her face, Charlize drove a knee to Reese's ribs, bringing a painful howl from the dynamo.

Reese flung her dress away, leaving her in white bra and panties and panty hose. She scrambled to her feet and, just as Charlize straightened up, Reese ran in and grabbed Charlize around the waist, clamping her in a bearhug with her face buried between Charlize' perky little breasts. The tall blonde quickly clasped her arms around Reese's head, trapping her face in her cleavage and holding her there as they reeled and staggered back and forth across the floor with their legs entangled.

Finally, Reese said, "If you're trying to smother me with these, it ain't working. I can breathe just fine, see."

Reese turned her head to the side, opened her mouth and closed her lips over Charlize hard nipple, sucking it in and flicking the tip with her tongue. Charlize gasped, then immediately reached up and tried to pull Reese's head away by the hair. But in their mutual bearhugs, it was hard to force Reese's lips back far enough. Then, as if to taunt Charlize even more, Reese tried to lift her up. But Charlize had longer legs and she scooped Reese up under the arms, lifted her off the floor and ran her back into the wall. Reese's head hit so hard it almost knocked her out and her arms dropped from Charlize' back to her hips. Charlize turned around and fell forward, body-slamming Reese on the floor and taking her breath away.

Charlize pulled Reese body between her legs and wrapped her long, lethal gams around the squirming little blonde. She locked her ankles and leaned back on her elbows, raising her butt to apply awesome pressure to Reese's waist! Reese let out a soft gasp as she felt the power and a tight smile flickered on Charlize' pursed lips. She grunted and her eyes narrowed with the effort she was putting into the scissors.

Reese tried to kick out, but Charlize' legs were too strong and she had them locked tight. All Reese did was waste energy. Next, Reese tried to pry Charlize' legs apart, but whenever she tried to sit up to get her hands on her ankles, Charlize shook her legs and squeezed until Reese fell back gasping. Charlize' face became increasingly flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she poured on pressure, her legs quivering as they squeezed Reese's torso as hard as she could. Reese rolled her shoulders left and right, thrashed her legs and cursed, but everything she tried failed to weaken the scissors until she sat up and drove an elbow down on Charlize' sore knee.

Charlize let out a yelp of pain but she captured Reese's wrist in both hands and wrestled the arm down, pinning her shoulders to the floor again. Watching this happen, Selma Blair let out a moan as she saw her close friend being overwhelmed by the bigger blonde. Not only was Reese losing the chance to star in "Sweet Home Alabama" but Selma could just imagine her own opportunity to costar with Reese in still another blockbuster going out the window as well.

With an irate roar, Selma suddenly launched herself from her chair and in three quick strides covered the distance between herself and the fighters before anyone could stop her! She drove her foot into Charlize' ribs and, as the big blonde's body spasmed in pain, her legs fell open. Selma grabbed Charlize' hair and started to drag her away from Reese who rolled over rubbing her belly as she sucked in air. Just before Ryan reached her, Selma dropped her knee onto Charlize' stomach before she recovered from the kick. All the air left Charlize as the thick-bodied brunette's knee slammed into her aching belly. Ryan dragged his wife's friend off Charlize and pulled her, kicking and screaming, back to her seat while Reese got to her feet.

Reese glared at her friend, screaming, "I don't need help and I sure as hell didn't want yours! Dammit Ryan, get that bitch out of here before I kill her!"

While Ryan dragged a bitterly resisting Selma out of the office, Reese returned to deal with Charlize who was sitting on the floor, her arms cuddling her churning belly, her back to Reese and her eyes on Ryan as he dragged the thrashing Selma out the door. Reese stepped up behind Charlize and drove her knee into her back. Charlize head snapped backward as she let out a groan and twisted her torso, reaching for her back with her right hand. Reese caught the wrist, pulled her arm out straight and slid into Charlize with her legs apart. Her crotch slapped into the big blondes ribs as her short, stocky legs scissored closed over Charlize' breasts. Reese locked her ankles as she pulled Charlize' arm back up onto her chest and twisted it as she locked the scissors, crushing Charlize' nipples down into her small, firm orbs.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Charlize groaned as Reese wrenched her arm and her tender breasts flattened under Reese's scissors.

Reese bounced her butt on the floor and jerked Charlize' arm side-to-side, working the shoulder to weaken it as she held the gasping blonde's chest in her strong legs. Charlize leaned her head back and closed her eyes against pain as Reese powerful legs sent waves of agony radiating out from her crushed breasts. Reese smiled confidently once she saw her short legs were long enough to reach completely around Charlize' chest over her small, perky breasts.

Charlize free hand pawed Reese's ankles but she was unable to pry them apart and lay with her long legs sweeping the floor and flailing as her free hand ran lightly up over Reese's knotted calf muscles, then slapped at her heavy thigh. Between gasps for air, Charlize' face, already flushed, grew redder by the minute as Reese continued to crush her chest between her muscular thighs, making it impossible for the tall blonde to catch her breath. As Charlize' struggles weakened, Reese turned to look at Ryan who had returned to his seat with the Producer and director, all of them leaning forward in their chairs watching the drama intently.

"Angelina was right," Reese grinned, "She ain't that tough once you get her off her feet."

While Charlize' resistance faded, her struggles slowed until she was just rubbing her hand over Reese's thigh almost as if wondering whether she'd make her situation worse if she tried to scratch and claw her way free instead of simply remaining still, biding her time and waiting for a chance. Once she stopped squirming, Reese pulled Charlize' arm down between her breasts, raised her arm and pressed down on Charlize' wrist, pinning the arm and freeing Reese's other hand. She used her newly available hand first to brush her own hair back out of her face, then reached down and pushed Charlize' hair back from her beet-red face, then gently caressed her cheek and tweaked her cute nose playfully.

"Looks like you're losing more and more of that part with each breath you take," Reese chuckled. "Or rather, DON'T take!"

She punctuated her remark with another quick, powerful pulse of her legs that brought an involuntary spasm in Charlize' legs. The big blonde shook her head violently, muttering, "No, no, no" as her body reacted to the growing pain in her sensitive breasts. Charlize suddenly lifted her legs up and kicked out, nearly breaking Reese's scissors, but the petite blonde grabbed Charlize' hair pulled her back down to the floor and reset her legs, giving a quick squeeze that wrung another moan from the bigger blonde.

Charlize lay still, her belly heaving as she was only able to inhale the smallest bit of oxygen with Reese's powerful legs constricting her chest. Once or twice she tried to jerk her trapped arm free of Reese's grip, but each time Reese used her free hand to reinforce her hold. After asking the big blonde again to submit and having her offer rejected, Reese looked over at Ryan as if unsure what to do next. He clapped his hand over his face and Reese suddenly grinned and nodded. Turning back to Charlize, the petite powerhouse reached out and covered her mouth with her hand, pinching her nose closed. Charlize eyes widened in terror and she quickly grabbed Reese's wrist with her own available hand.

But this contest was uneven. Reese could lean forward, extending her arm, locking the elbow with her back and shoulders behind her hold while Charlize from flat on her back and already weakened, had to bend her arm at a sharp angle just to reach Reese's hand. In that situation, Charlize' long arms proved a deadly disadvantage as she was unable to push Reese's hand from her face or even turn her head to evade it. Slowly, she began to see little white spots floating in front of her eyes. Reese held her hand over Charlize' nose and mouth until the big blondes hand dropped to the floor. Reese took a deep breath, removed her hand and used her foot to roll Charlize' limp body from between her legs.

Reese straddled Charlize, pulled her arms down to her sides and pinned them under her knees just as the lanky blonde took a sudden deep breath and jerked, snapping back to full consciousness. As soon as she opened her eyes and looked up at Reese perched on her, Charlize began to struggle and buck. But with her arms secured, she was still too weakened to dislodge Reese who leaned forward with her hands on either side of Charlize' head and maintained a low center of gravity. Then, smiling, Reese pressed her full breasts down over Charlize' face and squeezed them together with her elbows.

"This is great move," Reese announced to the on-looking men. "But you really need the right equipment to make it work. Watch!"

She molded her breasts over Charlize' nose and mouth, again shutting off all oxygen to the still oxygen deprived blonde. Charlize legs flailed and thrashed as she bounced her butt on the floor frantically attempting to unseat Reese who rode Charlize like a pony at a kids birthday party. It wasn't long before Charlize frantic thrashing and flailing slowed and finally she was reduced to just her right foot, lifting, then dropping on the floor in an ever slowing rhythm.

THUMP.....THUMP..........THUMP............thump.................thum.... Then her body went limp and lay still.

This time, Reese held the smother a while longer, but once she was sure Charlize was out, she jumped off and rolled the sleeping blonde over onto her chest. Quickly stripping off Charlize stockings, she used one to tie her feet together and then pulled them up over her butt, binding them to her left wrist which she pulled back and secured with the other stocking in a sort of half hog-tie that left the bound blondes right arm free. When she was done, Reese stood up and posed over Charlize with her hands raised like a rodeo performer who'd just hog-tied a steer. She stepped back, pushed her foot under Charlize's shoulder and rolled her back onto her back, then she knelt and slapped her face until she came too.

Reese got up and walked over to the Producer’s desk, picked up a contract and returned to Charlize who was struggling futilely against the bonds holding her. The petite blonde dropped the contract on the floor under Charlize’ nose and tossed a pen on top of it.

“Sign on the bottom line,” Reese said, indicating the spot by extending her leg and touching it with her toe. “Right….there!”

Charlize looked up at her, squirming and thrashing, her hair flying as she fought to free herself, “Go to hell. I’m not signing anything. You cheated! Your friend had to help you!”

“Oh, now don’t you all go being a poor loser-loser, Charli,” Reese cooed, poking at Charlize’ bare bottom with her toe and watching the soft flesh jiggle. “Come on, be a good girl and sign. We made a bet after all and - well, I hate to say it, but - you’re the loser hon!”

“Fuck you!” Charlize hissed. “You untie me and I’ll show you….”

“Oh pooh!” Reese huffed and slapped her thighs. “I hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but…..”

She dropped to her knees and jerked Charlize’ head up by the hair, wrapped her arms around her from behind, adjusted her grip and started to squeeze. Charlize free hand came up to pull and tug at the arm at her chin, but in her condition, weakened by nearly thirty minutes of debilitating holds on top of stringent dieting to lose weight preparing for the film, she was unable to budge Reese’s arm. As Reese slowly rocked from side to side, she tightened the hold which cut off the blood flow to the big blonde’s brain. For the third time that afternoon, Charlize began to see spots in front of her eyes and started to feel lightheaded.

“Nooooooo,” she moaned as she felt herself slipping away. “Nooooo……unnnnnnhhh…”

Just before her eyes fluttered closed, a long spittle of drool ran down from the corner of her mouth onto the tiny hairs on Reese’s forearm. Charlize’ body shook, she spasmed and then went limp in Reese’s arms. This time, Reese held the hold a while longer before she dropped the stubborn blonde on her face.

“Damn!” the Producer muttered. “She must really want that part bad.”

Ryan stood up stroking his chin as he paced back and forth lost in thought. Then, crooked his finger at Reese who trotted over. They conferred a bit, then Reese broke into a grin and nodded eagerly. She strutted back to Charlize and slapped her awake. Straddling the groggy blonde’s waist, Reese slowly ran her fingers over Charlize’ pointed nipples, feeling the long, stiff fingers of flesh as she fondled the nipples until Charlize opened her eyes and looked up.

“Now,” Reese said. “I want you to pay attention and listen carefully, K?”

When Charlize pouted and remained mum, Reese shook her head sadly and pinched down hard on both of the long, distended nipples, pulling them up, then twisting in opposite directions until the blonde gasped in pain. Then she let go and gently caressed the pink flesh, soothing the hurt she’d caused.

“You ready to listen now?” she asked. “Or shall we do this dance again?”

Charlize didn’t say anything, but she nodded curtly so Reese continued.

“I can either keep knocking you out and risk doing irreversible brain damage….which would, I guess, get me the role after all. Or, I can start pinching, pulling and mauling these small - but lovely - tits. Now before you tell me which option you prefer, I should tell you I’ve been talking to Angelina Jolie and she’s given me some delicious suggestions about how to get you to do what I want. She assured me they ‘always work’ for her.”

Then she sat back and watched as Charlize’ face fell and felt a quiver run through her tight body at the mere mention of Angelina’s name. Reese wondered if that ALWAYS had the same effect on other girls, but so far in her experience, it had, all including herself!

“I’ll sweeten the pot too,” Reese said when Charlize was slow to answer. “I don’t have to do this, but you impress me with your toughness; Ryan says you’re just stubborn, but I prefer to think it’s toughness.” She smiled that sweet, radiant grin that won the hearts of movie-goers everywhere, then continued. “I’ll pay you double what you paid for that script option and I’ll make you my executive producer. You’ll get your name on the picture so everyone will see you’ve got influence in this town. In the long run, it’ll help you get your pictures made. That’s my final offer, take it or…” she whipped her open hand across Charlize stiff nipples…. “we go back to plan B. Whadda ya say Charli-girl, you wanna be an executive producer or just a dumb bitch with sore tits?”

Charlize closed her eyes, heaved a deep sigh and nodded, “OK, you win. I’ll take the deal. Now, please…untie me.”

Reese got off of Charlize and rolled her over, pushed the contact under her nose with her foot again and tapped the signature line with her toe, “Signie-signie first. Not that I don’t trust you, hon, but I’ve learned the hard way it’s better to get these agreements in writing.”

Charlize muttered and mumbled, but she signed, then threw the pen away in disgust.

Reese giggled as she gave Charlize’ bottom a couple of playful slaps before she took the contract over to the Producer and Director who witnessed Charlize’ signature with their own. Then she came back and untied the vanquished blonde. Reese offered her hand and as Charlize allowed her to help her up, she muttered, “You’d never have won if that bitch Blair hadn’t interfered.”

Reese shrugged and slipped her arm around Charlize’ waist, hugging her, “I could feel your legs weakening even before she ran in. But I know how you feel. I’ve lost a couple of fights when someone stuck their nose in where it didn’t belong. That’s another reason I wanted to offer you that executive producer job, a way of saying I’m sorry about that. Selma will be dealt with in due time, don’t worry. I don’t like it when my friends don’t think enough of my ability to sit and let me settle my business on my own.”

Charlize carefully removed Reese’s hand from her hip, ignoring her nice speech. Then she walked over and started picking up the tattered remnants of her clothing from the floor, not caring or forgetting about her nudity in front of the three salivating men.

“Charli,” Reese said as she collected her own clothing. “Ry and I are having some friends over tonight to celebrate my new movie. Selma will be there, I’ll see to it. You like to drop by? I’m sure I can arrange for you two to face off if you want to teach her a lesson yourself.”

Just as Charlize was opening her mouth to accept, Reese added with a mischievous twinkle, “Angelina’s going to be there and I KNOW she’d love to see you and Selma!”