The 'news' can be about who's sleeping with who (at worst) to who'll be attending the next celebrity charity ball and, therefore, make a statement in a silent way about their place in the pecking order of this exclusive crowd.

One of the more plentiful things to gossip about is who's upset with whom and which celebrities have just lost a role or two to their bitter rivals. As mentioned before, most of the rumors are false or a tale of fantasy designed to make their 'author' appear more important than they are. Still, everybody knew of at least one rivalry that was certainly no fabrication. It was heated and it was vicious. While no blows had been struck, yet, each starlet quietly wished for an opportunity to inflict intense physical harm on the other.

This was the legendary feud between porno vixens, Jenna Jameson and Jasmin St. Claire.

It had been a long day for Jenna Jameson. As she parked her car in her condo's underground lot, she smiled in glee when she thought of what the day had brought her when she had arrived on the set of her latest movie. She was slated to play a prisoner recently sentenced to the state prison. There, she would draw the interest of the "Queen Of The Block" played by none other than Jasmin St. Claire.

But Jenna would have none of it. She knew of her physical tools; a body divinely proportioned and a mind blessed with exceptional sexual talent. She was already a porn legend in most circles. Making sure she arrived early, Jenna found the producer and director in their trailers and decided to see if "the casting couch" still worked as it had when she was starting out in the business; always denied but secretly and proudly a necessary assessment of an actors screen presence and "skill."

Jenna had proved she was still the legend and proudly informed her rival in person when Jasmin arrived on the set.

Jasmin had protested loudly, demanding the producer and director explain why they'd rewritten her into a lesser role but deep inside she knew why. Without hesitation, Jasmin made it clear she thought they'd been more interested in 'wetting their wicks' than producing and directing a blockbuster. They demanded an apology but she had refused to provide one.

Then, right in front of her, Jenna told the producer "little Jasmin" wasn't worth the fuss! That she knew many aspiring ladies she could have on the set in an hour, maybe less if she could 'borrow' their trailer and they both came with her.

That's when Jenna had walked away, arrogantly flipping her hair and making sure the tips of her blonde locks brushed across Jasmin's face as a final humiliation. How Jasmin had reacted Jenna couldn't have cared. All she knew was that a 'oversight' had been corrected and she was replacing Jasmin in a role far more suited to her experience and stature.

Jenna counted it as an unexpected bonus when she saw Jasmin laying a long strip of rubber as she tore off the set in her roadster only to be stopped by a pair of female LAPD cops less than 100 feet from the sets main entrance. Locking the door of her BMW Z3 and flipping on the alarm, Jasmin made her way back to the parking garage exit and into the hallway that lead to the bank of elevators.

The elevator was notoriously slow and Jenna waited impatiently for it to come from the ninth floor to the second level of the parking garage. While satisfied with the days events, Jenna was tired and couldn't wait to slip out of her clothes and fall asleep naked in the warmth of her bed sheets on her naked body. The thought of it brought a contented smile to her face as she leaned lazily against the wall across from the pair of elevators. The chime of the elevator arriving awoke her from her light sleep and she stepped inside.

The trip up took less time than usual since most of the residents of the complex were asleep in their condos at 1:00 AM. Stepping out onto the spacious lobby of the seventh floor she hung a left off the elevator and strode to her corner unit on the left side of the hall. Unlocking the door and entering, she flipped on the lights, slipped off her shoes and threw her purse on the top shelf of the entrance closet.

The apartment wasn't extravagant or pretentious, but rather simple and functional. In the bedroom, a large queen size bed was against the one wall with a walk in closet to the right and a door that lead to a bathroom. The windows were six large wall to ceiling sections with the middle two on tracks that allowed her to walk out to a large balcony that overlooked the expanses of LA clear out to the Pacific shore, when the smog permitted.

It was especially impressive at night with the city lit up beneath her. At the foot of the bed was a massive oak chest that besides holding her special nightwear was filled with various sexual toys for self- or mutual sexual stimulation. The wall opposite the bed was dominated by a massive pine entertainment center with stereo, DVD and VCR. The drawers were filled with a chronicle of everything she'd done in the business. Every movie for every porno production company as well as countless home video's and numerous club shows and private sexual encounters that she'd recorded in this very room. The last piece of furniture was a simple table with a wooden chair. On the table were various perfumes, her makeup and a simple oval mirror on a stand that she used to 'accent natural gifts.'

She didn't take long to undress, tossing aside her tank top, denim skirt and thong flippantly on the carpeted floor. Before going to bed, she opened the sliding doors and walked out onto the balcony naked. She leaned slightly over the brick security barrier, closed her eyes and smiled as she felt the cool mountain breeze blow gently through her thick straight combed mane. As the wind caressed her firm 34D breastworks, her pink nipples hardened and she played with them as she rubbed them with the tips of her fingers. The breeze tickled the thin rectangular blonde patch that framed her luscious pink pussy lips and turned her on enough that one hand left her breasts to massage her cunt lightly, slightly dampening her pussy.

She didn't care if anybody saw her, in fact she hoped they did. She was Jenna Jameson, porno legend and soon to be seen as the industry's unmatched prime talent. If some mother of a high school senior saw her and was afraid that their little Johnnie or Janie might get hard or wet, maybe even corrupted, then so be it. She wasn't there to worry about offending the preachers or community activists, she was here to make money. And getting fucked by or fucking somebody hung like a horse or a tight-pussied slut just happened to be how she supported herself and her luxurious lifestyle.

After a few minutes of self-gratification, Jenna moved back inside and headed for bed, being sure to leave the doors open since she liked to feel the wind on her tits and nipples as she slept. She usually slept on her back with the sheets down to exactly because it exposed her thin bush to the 'God of the Night' whose soft breath brought her such pleasure in the dark.

It wasn't until she bent over to pull the blankets back that Jenna was rocked by one of the most devastating forearm uppercuts ever delivered. Her thighs were neatly split and her pussy instantly went numb. Jenna fell on the bed, arms under her body with her hands tightly cupping her battered womanhood. Her eyes were wide open, as was her mouth although no sound emanated from it. Before Jenna could think of what had happened or how to respond, the attacker pushed her further up onto the bed, bent her legs back and sat on them while at the same time aggressively twisting her right arm in a painful hammerlock.

All Jenna could do was scream her anguish and claw at the bed covers with her free hand. The leg lock was on perfectly and whoever had her was enjoying her momentary dominance with sharp upward thrusts of the hammerlock resulting in paralyzing sharp pain as her shoulder was strained. All Jenna was sure of was that it was a woman who had her. The weight felt right and a thin patch of bush rubbed against her shin.

"Not so great in bed now, are you whore? And here I was gonna be nice to you in the cell this afternoon."

The voice was unmistakable, Jasmin St. Claire! Jenna reached back to try and reach Jasmin, but Jasmin cleanly caught her wrist and released her hammerlock but only long enough to pull both of Jenna's arms straight back in a modified surfboard. Jasmin made sure she pulled back so that Jenna's tits hung free, but her sensitive nipples just brushed the crisp sheets.

"BITCH!!!!!" Screamed Jenna.

It was one thing for Jasmin to be handling her so easily, but quite another to do it in her own bed.

"FUCKIN' BIT..!!!!.........NO-O-O-O!!!!!!"

Jenna's cries ended abruptly as Jasmin gave a sharp pull and the constant pressure of the surfboard silenced her protests.

"I'm gonna fuck you, Jenna.......Show you how a superior bitch treats an inferior pussy."

Jasmin smiled and stroked her own ego. Here was her main rival, helpless, at her bidding. She could hurt Jenna, she could fuck Jenna or in other words, she could control Jenna. Seeing Jenna's tits swaying back and forth, Jasmin began to give sharp powerful pulls on the surfboard making Jenna's chest bounce.

"Your titties shake so nice Jenna!!!!! That makes me so hot, Jenna!!!!!......So-o-o-o fuckin hot!!!!!!"

It was then that Jasmin took a deep breath and discovered a new and distinctly pleasurable scent.

"That rubbing your nips on the sheet makin' your pussy wet, Jenna? I bet you're dying for me to taste it? Come on, tell me Jenna!!!!!......TELL ME!!!!!!"

Jenna shook her head in stubborn defiance. Like Jasmin, she could smell her pussy and she could also feel the dampness in her womanhood. Jasmin could take her whenever she wanted but she would have to wait for the arrival of the Messiah before Jenna would give her rival permission to touch her pussy. Still, as Jenna's pussy continued to become aroused, she found it harder to believe she could save herself.

Jenna's nipples had always been ultra sensitive to even the slightest stimulation and now the thin, soft sheets were doing as good a job as anything as far as her nipples were concerned. Jenna was stubborn and proud, only unconscious would this cheap cunt take her pussy without her resistance.

"WELL WHAT IS IT, BITCH?!!!" Yelled Jasmin.

Jenna shook her head again but Jasmin increased the surfboards pressure constant. Jenna's back was being torn apart and her legs were dominated by pain. Still Jenna spat out her defiance, her every word seething with resistance.

"FUCK Yooo!!!!!" Jasmin cut Jenna off in mid-word with a sharp jerk on her body.

"OHHHH F-F-F-UCK!!!!!!

Jasmin took Jenna's moan for a yes and released the surfboard but only to reach down between her bent legs. Jasmin slowly rubbed the middle and index fingers of her right hand slowly up and down Jenna's moist slit. Every now and then, she'd speed up for a few seconds, then wedge her fingertips between her swollen, aroused labia and tease her tight pussy.

Jasmin loved looking at the butt of her rival, flat on her stomach and whimpering in both her pleasure and resistance. She watched with glee as Jenna's wild, flailing attempts to grab the opposite side of the mattress and pull herself away from Jasmin became less and less frequent until her arms lay stretched out in front of her, fingers grasping the bed covers and, like the rest of her body except for an occasional jerk of her hips, not moving at all.

"Ohhhh, you're so hot Jenna, my baby," Jasmin playfully whispered. "You're so hot I could fuck you all night. Who knows, maybe I will if you're a good girl. But first," she pushed two fingers inside Jenna to flick her hard little clit. "First, you have to cum for me, Jenna." As she felt Jenna's muscles tighten on her fingers, Jasmin grinned and nodded her head, "That's it, be a good little girl for your Aunt Jasmin."

Jenna couldn't hold out against the raw sexual stimulation that was dominating her body. Jasmin's technique was incredible.

"My pussy!....Oh my pussy!....Fuck my pussy!" begged Jenna.

Sex was not only Jenna's trade, it was also her weakness - almost an addiction. The blonde bombshell only wanted one thing and Jasmin increased the tempo as well as the force of her fingering, driving her fingers in all the way inside Jenna with fierce rapidity as she gave her what she craved.

"YES!! FUCK MY PUSSY, JASMIN!!!!!......YES!!!!!....OH FUCK..... YES!!!!!"

With a cry, Jenna's orgasm washed over Jasmin's fingers, coating them with a thin glaze of cum. Slowly removing her fingers and eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Jenna, Jasmin raised the tips of her fingers and ran them over her bottom lip before she slowly suckled them until they were clean.

"Umh-h-h-h!!!!! Not bad honey, honey. Not bad at all......Not as good as mine, but good enough for second best," she chuckled.

But Jasmin was far from finished with Jenna. She had a lot more in store for the once proud blonde and supposed legend. Sliding down and off Jenna's legs, Jasmin rolled the sobbing blond over on her back, then straddled Jenna just below her breasts. Jasmin made sure she pinned Jenna's arms down along side her body beneath her own knees.

"Not bad up top either, honey," she said, assessing Jenna's breasts and cupping them with both hands. "Jasmin can play with these? You won't mind, right?"

At first, Jasmin moved her hands in a soft, delicate and loving manner over Jenna's youthful breasts, caressing and stimulating with 'compassion' what insiders consider two of the most sensitive breasts in the business. Jenna shook her head slowly from sided to side as if in a stupor, but when she replied it was in a voice sounding weak and distracted.

"Alright, I admit it. You're better, Jasmin......You're the number one bitch in porn.....Just stop that.....Please?"

Jasmin was amazed to see a small tear as Jenna turned her head to the side and utter a muffled sob.

"Please stop," Jenna whispered again.

This time her voice so low and weak it was barely audible. With a increased glee, Jasmin slowly and carefully pinched Jenna's nipples between her thumb and forefinger. It brought sudden, desperate fear to Jenna's eyes when her super-sensitive nipples were pinched and cruelly crushed by Jasmin's grip. Jenna's tits burned with pain that radiated out from her nipples.

Her eyes, tightly shut, began to flow with tears as she cried," MY TITS!!!!! STOP... YOU'RE HURTING THEM!!!!! ...... YOU FUCKIN' Biiiiii......!!!!!!!!"

Jenna only screamed in desperation as her tender tits were massacred, offering no resistance but her words. Jasmin still hadn't heard enough of Jenna's protests, so she tightened her grip as she twisted each nipple back and forth in her vice-like grip.

"JUST.......SCREAM........FOR........ME........LITTLE........JENNA!!!!!"

Jasmin laughed and began to slide down the back of Jenna's legs while still maintaining her firm grip on Jenna's breasts. Jenna had no choice to follow and she was soon crawling backward across the bed on her hands and knees with her back arched as her breasts were pulled by the nipples.

As soon as Jasmin's feet were on the carpet, she turned and snapmared Jenna over her shoulder. She landed hard on her back with Jasmin still holding onto her nipples. Immediately, Jasmin pinned Jenna's head to the floor by standing on her thick blonde mane.

"You don't mind if I play with these a little longer?" she asked, giving Jenna's now red nipples a tug. "I didn't think so," she chirped happily because Jenna couldn't answer since she was struggling to breathe after being slammed to the floor.

Soon, Jenna screamed in protest as her breasts were almost pulled from their mounting. Her bare feet kicked wildly at the carpet and her open hands slapped helplessly at Jasmin's forearms. Jasmin's eyes met Jenna's and took in her rival's suffering with glee.

"I almost have the cheap whore finished," Jasmin thought, but then she caught sight of Jenna's camera and got the idea of how to finish the spectacle off properly.

Jasmin realized she could make sure every porn house in the business would know who the better woman was. After she was done, she'd never play second fiddle to this weak blonde whore again. Letting go of Jenna's nipples and stepping off her hair Jasmin went over to the camera and quickly set it up. Talking to the still and sobbing Jenna, Jasmin explained that they were going to shoot their own private little movie.

"I'm gonna fuck you and then you're gonna say who the better woman while your tongue pleasures my pussy.....You should be good at that with all the practice you've had."

With the camera set up and recording, Jasmin returned to Jenna and grabbed her legs. She rolled Jenna upside down on her shoulders with her legs sticking straight up in the air. Kneeling on the bed, Jasmin spread Jenna's ankles and then straddled her exposed crotch putting their pussies in close, intimate, contact.

Jenna was helpless with Jasmin in such a dominant position. Keeping Jenna's legs spread apart, Jasmin began a slow rhythmic grinding of her pussy on Jenna's. Jenna could only lay there upside down and take it. She could only feel her pussy quickly getting wet again and her scent filling the room once more. She clinched her fists, bit her lip and fought the urges building inside her super-responsive body.

Jasmin could feel Jenna's moistness building as well and it only encouraged her. Her grinding became more aggressive as she pushed her pussy down harder on Jenna's with her full weight behind it.

"Unh-h-h-h!!!!!......You like my pussy, Jenna! You really like it!" Jasmin giggled. "Boy, I bet you wish we went pussy on pussy every night don't you?" chided Jasmin.

It may not have been true, but Jenna's increasing moans hinted more at pleasure than pain. Jasmin was beside herself. She loved every minute of it, she'd beaten the bitch at her own game. Jenna was a proud woman, she tried to fight it. Tried to fight that pleasure that was overwhelming her body and soul. The pleasure and the aura of sexuality that Jasmin St. Claire had handily awakened in her was too much to deny.

"Bang my pussy, Jasmin! Bang it fuckin hard!" Jenna heard herself begging.

All resistance left her and, for the second time, Jenna's pussy readied itself to offer up its divine tonic. To help Jasmin stand, and to help herself get off, Jenna grabbed Jenna's leg that was resting on the floor and held it tightly against her body.

"Fuck me, bitch!!!!! .... Fuck me!!! Oh God!!!!!...Yes!!!!!..... Yes!!!!!.... YESSSS!!" Jenna cried.

Her body went rigid and stiff as she came against Jasmin's womanhood. Jasmin's response was to slow her grinding and use a more deliberate motion. Before, she had wanted to make the bitch she hated so much succumb to her body's pleasures and treasures. Now that her womanhood had exercised it's authority, she wanted to 'feel' as much of her victory as possible.

The room was filled with whimpers, the pungent aroma of aroused pussy and, of course sex. The scent was addictive for these two; an addiction each was proud to share.

Satisfied, Jasmin got up and shoved Jenna's body away. She toppled over and collapsed on the carpet at her bedside. Jenna's body lay stretched out with her hands reaching down between her spread thighs to massage her pussy. As she massaged herself, a wide and satisfied smile was on her face.

Jenna's mind was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions. Deep in the recesses of her mind was a crying Jenna, humiliated at having been taken in her own bedroom so easily. But elsewhere, her emotions and mind were awash with a pleasure felt only rarely in her line of work.

Jenna had only a dim awareness of what Jasmin was doing; she heard her trunk open and the sound of Jasmin rummaging through its contents. Jasmin, on the other hand, couldn't believe her good fortune. In the trunk she found shackles, strap-ons, dildos, handcuffs, leather straps and various sundry sex game accouterments.

"What to do now with oh so many options?.....I'm so confused?" laughed the Virgin Islands native.

Finally, Jasmin chose a massive 15'' dildo and handcuffs. Moving back to Jenna, she rolled her onto her stomach and aggressively pulled the sex-fogged and submissive Jenna's arms behind her and handcuffed her wrists. Still not done, Jasmin stood up, strapped on the dildo, then knelt behind Jenna and spread the blonde's legs wide. She leaned forward and teased Jenna's damp and aroused pussy before pushing the dildo between her swollen pussy lips and wiggling the head up and down.

"You want to cum for me again? You want me to fuck you like a cheap whore, don't you bitch!"

Jenna surrendered her body and soul for the night as she obediently slid her knees forward to raise her ass slightly for her sexual Mistress. Jasmin didn't hesitate, she slid forward on her knees, put her hands on both sides of Jenna's ass and drove the dildo hard and deep into Jenna's pussy.

Jasmin began slowly at first, using slow, deliberate thrusts. With each thrust Jasmin pushed a little more of Jenna's own dildo into her. At first, all Jenna did was whimper and moan but as Jasmin increased her tempo, Jenna's pussy and the pleasure that filled it, overwhelmed her emotions and mind for the third time.

"Harder Jasmin!!!!!......F-F-F-FUCK!!!!!!.......F-F-F-F-FUCK YES!!!!!!" pleaded Jenna.

Jasmin obliged, soon the same dildo Jenna had used on so many other women was buried up to the hilt in her! Jenna's face was contorted, her eyes closed and teeth clenched against the rising tide of lust building inside her. As she squirmed and panted, the video camera caught it all, including her tears of suffering at the unashamed pleasure that Jasmin caused to fill her body. The camera also captured Jasmin's look of determination; to take Jenna Jameson to a place she'd never been before and prove without a doubt she was the number one porno bitch in town, not Jenna.

Then it happened!

As Jenna's pussy spasmed in orgasm for the third time, her eyes opened and her mouth made a little 'oh.' Jenna's hand reached under her body and began to slowly massage her pussy as she slowly slumped forward and collapsed on the carpet on her belly. Jasmin unstrapped the dildo and stood up, leaving her shaft buried in Jenna's streaming pussy. She moved around to Jenna's head, bent over and grabbed a handful of Jenna's sweaty, disheveled blonde mane.

"Remember who took your pussy tonight, cunt. Remember it well, because if there's a next time, I'll hurt it as well as fuck it."

Jenna felt the hand release her hair and watched the slim figure of Jasmin St. Claire move toward the bathroom to retrieve her clothes. On the way past the camera, Jasmin rewound the tape and when she returned, she ejected it.

Jasmin came back to Jenna and bent down again," When producers phone you about this, and they will; you're going to tell them, 'Jasmin St. Claire made Jenna Jameson her whore tonight.' Don't screw it up or else, Jenna."

Jasmin slapped Jenna in the forehead with the tape cassette for emphasis, then left Jenna in an exhausted heap on the floor. Her head was starting to clear and what Jasmin had done to her was beginning to register in her lust-befogged brain. She'd been humiliated and sexually enslaved by that bitch Jasmin tonight and worst still, Jasmin had it all on tape!

Jenna lay on the floor crying for quite awhile as all that Jasmin had accomplished became clear. Three times she'd cum for her bitterest rival.

How could any porn house not favor Jasmin once they saw the tape? The answer was simple.....They couldn't see it.

Thoughts of revenge filled Jenna's head. Jasmin had to pay for her sins. Jasmin had to be put back in her place in the porn pecking order; and that was below Jenna Jameson. The only question was, was Jenna woman enough to do it herself or did she need help? And if so, who could she trust?