The news had spread through Hollywood like the dry heat of a brush fire. The dark Welsh beauty, Catherine Zeta-Jones had beaten out golden-haired darling, Charlize for a part alongside Sharon in the latest megabucks Hollywood feature.

It wasn't supposed to happen that way. Sharon had lobbied for Charlize and Sharon always got her way, so did Charlize for that matter. But Catherine had spoiled the victory by scoring a knockout in a way that only works in Hollywood, with her back on the canvas (and a producer on top). Not that Sharon and Charlize hadn't won a few bouts this way, they just didn't like to be on the losing end.

So the two beauties put their fair heads together for a special match with the dark lady. They wanted victory and they wanted it bad. They wanted their own kind of justice and they would make sure that justice would be blonde if not blind.

Sharon invited Catherine over to her house in the Hollywood Hills for high tea. She figured people from the UK like that. Sharon greeting her in a thin, sheer, short white dress that showed off her still amazing 40-something body that glistened gold from hair to foot. And Catherine didn't look so bad herself, she arrived looking hot and moist like a tropical storm. Her thick, dark hair fell softly around her shoulders, her eyes smoldered like coal, her tight body was packed into jeans and a tee shirt. She was the embodiment of exotic beauty.

"Thank you for inviting me, Sharon, darling," Catherine began in her sultry Celtic accent, "I know you weren't happy about the casting, but I'll do all that I can to make you comfortable on my set."

Sharon smiled maliciously. "Her set," she thought to herself, "the cocky bitch. We'll teach her a lesson today."

"Well, thank you," Sharon answered aloud, "and I've got something here that I know will do wonders for your comfort."

Catherine shot Sharon a look of bemused confusion. "Oh, really? What's that?" asked the brunette beauty.

As the tones of her question trailed off in the air, out stepped Charlize, blonde, beautiful and fierce like a jungle cat. Her golden tresses were slicked back, her green eyes burned, her long, tight muscular body was packed into nothing but a white tank top, Jean shorts and sneakers.

"Hello, Catherine," smiled Charlize, "can I get you anything?"

Shock turned to trepidation on Catherine's face. She wasn't sure what to make of the situation.

"What are you doing here?" asked Catherine confusedly.

"I'm here to welcome you," said Charlize, "and here's how we greet back-stabbers in Hollywood." With that, Charlize sent a vicious backhand across Catherine's cheek, spinning her head.

Catherine's eyes widened in shock as she rubbed the sting from her face. Sharon's blue eyes danced and she let out a laugh. Charlize's face glowed.

Catherine leaped at Charlize and tried to slap her in return, but Charlize sidestepped the blow with ease and landed a vicious punch to Catherine's ribs, sending her to one knee. Charlize snickered haughtily as she towered over Catherine.

Catherine wasn't really hurt too badly physically, but her pride was stinging. She lurched her body forward and tackled Charlize, taking her down by the knees and knocking her to the floor. Catherine had seized the advantage. She was on top of the now prone Charlize and she grabbed her with both hands by her ears and began to slam her face into the floor. The thud was loud and Charlize's groan was even louder.

Sharon definitely didn't like the way the tables had turned in the early going.

"Get up, Charlie, and kick that bitch's ass!" yelled Sharon viciously.

Charlize tried to buck Catherine from her back, but Catherine wrapped her legs around Charlize's torso and then wrapped her arm around Charlize's neck. She was like a dark, beautiful python as she attempted to make quick work of her sun-tressed foe.

"Thanks for the welcome," cooed Catherine into Charlize's ear, "this is even better than taking your part."

Charlize groaned and tried to push up with her hands and knees, but Catherine kept a tight reign about her. The blonde was in unfamiliar territory somewhere in the bottom end of a fight.

Catherine's dark eyes flashed and her teeth shone like white diamonds. She was filled with malevolence and began to taunt Charlize.

"Yes, my pretty little dumb blonde," she laughed, "I've taken your part, and I'm gonna take your ass with a strap-on when I've beaten you." There's nothing a regal blonde hates more than to be called dumb, and Charlize was regal to her pores.

"Come on, Charlie!" yelled Sharon, "get up! Get up! Beat this bitch!"

Charlize's face was contorted. Her skin was flush and red. Her green eyes were watery. It seemed the fight was over. Catherine sensed it and twisted her own body so she could grab Charlize's hair and twist Charlize's body so her face was toward her.

"I want to see the look on your face as you pass out," snickered Catherine.

In her overconfidence Catherine had given Charlize the opening she needed. There was an open angle on Catherine's unprotected ribs and, with all the might she had left in her warriors body, Charlize landed a vicious elbow to which surprised Catherine as much as hurt her. Catherine's snake-like grip loosened and Charlize pushed off and rolled out from under her, agile and swift.

Charlize's body heaved with each pant. She coughed and rubbed her neck. Catherine tried to regain the initiative that she lost and leapt towards the still panting Charlize, but Charlize was ready and kicked forward as Catherine came down, and she landed a blow to Catherine's midsection, knocking the air from her.

Catherine was hurting like a child who got nothing for Christmas. She had barely staggered up. Charlize slowly got to her feet, woozy like a sailor on shore leave. Her hands were on her knees and she was panting, but she was catching her breath.

"I see I'm going to have to get serious," began Catherine as she stripped off her clothes, "I really need someone to eat me out and I think you'd be perfect."

Charlize was seething. No one had ever done that much damage to her in a fight before and now she was being taunted. She was gonna make the dark woman eat her words then eat where it counts.

"You won't land a blow, bitch," said Charlize as she angrily tore off her clothes, revealing the body of a goddess "and when I'm through punishing you, I'm gonna make you worship my pussy and Sharon's."

Sharon cheered like a sports fan at Charlize's comment.

"You tell her, baby!" yelled Sharon.

Then Charlize and Catherine faced off against each other, beautiful in their contrasts: the smaller, curvy brunette with her rich, dark olive flesh and the tall, lithe blonde whose body was of gold and ivory.

Charlize was thirsting for blood. The blonde jungle queen could smell the dying scent oozing from the pores of her dark prey. She was Sheena, the room was a jungle and Catherine was the beast that she would subdue. Charlize was ready for the kill.

Charlize bounced in like a tigress and launched a fiery three-punch combination, rapid, hard, her big cat paws whipping Catherine's head with the landing of each punch. The sound of Charlize's hands on Catherine's flesh was thick and heavy. Catherine was stunned and her body stumbled back. Her eyes widened as she backpedaled. She looked up at the taller Catherine who looked down at her with bad intentions.

Catherine threw a right cross but Charlize blocked it with her left and then sent a vicious, violent right hook to Catherine's ribs and then a brutal left uppercut to her stomach. Catherine doubled over. Charlize, towering over her now, big, blonde and bad, unleashed an animal right hook to Catherine's face that spun her 180 degrees towards the wall onto her knees with her back to Charlize.

Sharon growled like a wildcat in heat at the sight.

"Yeah! Yeah, baby! That's it, Charlie! Take this bitch out! I want my pussy serviced!"

You could almost see the fumes of feminine heat dissipate from the moist womanhood between Sharon's legs.

Charlize stood behind Catherine, staring down at her from her lofty perch. She smiled a small, wan, mean smile and grabbed Catherine by her thick dark mane. She twisted Catherine's head up and to the side to face her, as Catherine had tried to do to her earlier. The blonde jungle queen stared down at her dark prey, but she would not make the same mistake Catherine had. There would be no show, she was going to finish her and then make her a slave to her sex.

Catherine tried to spin as Charlize had done to her and elbow Charlize in the knee. Charlize sidestepped the blow and then unleashed a vicious kick to the center of Catherine's back. Catherine screamed the scream of a beaten woman.

"Don't even think about it, bitch," snarled Charlize, "you're finished."

Then she jerked Catherine's face towards her and began to slap her several times. Tears began to flow down Catherine's face. Her body began to convulse with sobs. She tried to cover herself.

"Oh, please, please. I give! I give!" wailed Catherine.

Charlize turned to Sharon and smiled. Then she turned back to Catherine.

"You think it's gonna be that easy, huh, baby?" she asked in mocking, motherly tones. "Well, I'm afraid it's not that simple," she continued, "get down on your face now, you no good whore!"

Charlize pushed Catherine roughly and forced her face down to the floor. At this point Catherine was giving about as much resistance as a flag flapping in the wind - she just went whichever way Charlize blew her.

Charlize straddle her. She rubbed her wet pussy lightly on Catherine's back.

"Feel that juice, you slut," taunted Charlize, "you're gonna be drinking it soon."

Sharon came over and stood next to the two women.

"I've got the rope and the toys," smiled Sharon as she handed the rope to Charlize.

Charlize tied Catherine's hands behind her back. Catherine squealed as Charlize tightened the bindings.

"Aw, is the little slut hurting?" mocked Charlize.

"Not as much as she's gonna hurt when I put my strap-on inside her," laughed Sharon.

"Yeah, but that'll be a good kind of hurt for her," Charlize responded.

Charlize pulled Catherine by her raven tresses and forced her to her knees. Then she spun her around till she had Catherine sitting on the floor with her back against the wall.

Charlize stood over her, her body glistening with sweat, her pussy throbbing. Sharon came beside her and seductively removed her dress by letting it fall to the ground. The two blonde bombshells stood over the dark, beaten beauty. Their short slick-backed hair gave them a fierceness. Their sexy, lean, lightly muscled bodies were now to either side of Catherine. Each pussy was to one side of her face. Sharon lit a cigarette, gave one to Charlize and then lit hers.

"This is gonna be good," said Sharon in her sexy, smoky voice.

"Dinner is served, bitch," snarled Charlize.

"Yes," began Sharon, "the special for today is honey-roasted blonde."

The two blondes laughed.

"Yes, but it doesn't look like either of us is fully cooked," commented Charlize pointed to the bright white, sexy tan lines that she and Sharon had.

"That's okay, it's lean meat," answered Sharon, "it's good for her."

The two blondes laughed and then bent down and blew smoke in Catherine's face, making her wince and tear up.

"Open that mouth, slut," snarled Charlize, "and service us just like you serviced that producer when you stole that part from me."

"Yeah, and you'd better be good," added Sharon, "or we won't cast you as our private bitch, love slave."

The two women crossed legs in front of her and presented their pussies to her face. Charlize grabbed Catherine by the hair and forced her back and forth between each woman's pussy.

"Mmm," said Charlize, "that's a good little bitch. Yes, yes."

"Yeah, yeah," said Sharon, "she just might get the part."

This went on through the night and (rumor has it) for many nights thereafter. But that's another story for another time. We leave the Hollywood world of cold glamour for now. For this night justice was served and justice was blonde.

The End