"OK Pam," she said with a note of what sounded like resignation. "We'll be at your place Saturday afternoon at 1pm."

Sunny spun her chair around and pumped her fist in the air as she hung up the phone. With a broad grin, Sunny pressed the intercom and ordered her new secretary-slave, Danni Ashe, to come to her office. When Danni arrived, she quickly knelt at Sunny's side and bowed her head. Sunny gave the busty redhead's head a caress to let her know she approved of Danni's action. It had been a few weeks since Sunny had taken control of both Danni Ashe and the Pornstar Fight Club, but both had quickly learned to bow to the power she wielded like a scalpel.

"Call Aimee and Kerrie Marie," Sunny snapped to Danni. "Tell them they're in an outdoor match this coming Saturday afternoon at Pam Anderson's house. I expect they'll be staying late, so they shouldn't make any plans for afterward."

"Yes Ma'am. I'll take care of it right away," Danni replied, then she scurried out of Sunny's office, her bare bottom jiggling under the tiny skirt she was permitted to wear, but only during business hours. Sunny really enjoyed having Danni as her secretary at the club's offices. Now that Sunny had taken the reins of power, Charmaine Sinclair, Barocca and the other big bust bimbos had to watch silently as Sunny's 'perky brigade' forced the bosomy pornstars dance to their tune.

Charmaine had once been in Sunny's position but she'd lost it and Danni Ashe along with it. Now, Charmaine and her friends had to suffer the pain of watching Sunny gloat and show off for the Hollywood big-wigs and movie stars who only a month before had courting Charmaine. Sunny was the new star and her stable, the one she'd taken from Danni, was already the hottest and most popular in the club.

Saturday afternoon was a perfect, sunny warm California day, perfect for the throng of scantily clad Hollywood female agents, writers, producers and actresses who filed into the back yard of Pam Anderson's Beverly Hills mansion. A small area had been roped off near the pool for the match. The two women fighting were Aimee Sweet who was not only Sunny McKay's frequent lover but also her self-trained dominatrix and Kerrie Marie, a buxom young brunette from Great Britain.

Sunny sat with Pam Anderson, basking in the glory of rubbing elbows with a bevy of big name actresses. She loved that they all knew her and had to kiss up to her so that they too might get a chance to host a private match or two at their mansion soon. Sunny wasn't above using her power to schedule matches to get sex from the women, most of them so eager for a moment in the Pornstar Fight Club limelight that they willingly subjected themselves to whatever Sunny demanded.

"I'm looking forward to having your girls tonight," Pam whispered to Sunny.

"You'll be fully satisfied with the girls," Sunny boasted. "They'll entertain your friends this afternoon and they'll please you totally tonight."

The thought brought a big smile to Pam's round face.

"And I'd also like to arrange private meetings with several of your other girls," Pam said behind her raised hand, glancing furtively to be sure she wasn't overheard

Sunny knew there was one bitch Pam would be eternally grateful to hire, Linsey Dawn McKenzie. Linsey had humiliated Pam recently, shoving her face and tits in a commode before dumping her body in an alley for the winos to enjoy.

"How about if I sent you Linsey Dawn McKenzie over next weekend," Sunny offered coyly. "Use and abuse her as much as you like, although I expect her to be returned in reasonably good working order. I get lots of requests for her as you can imagine."

Pam's face suddenly darkened and her voice grew unaccustomedly stern, "Oh, I'd pay you plenty for her alright, sweetie. But when you got her back, she wouldn't ever be the same."

Sunny smiled, she loved the idea that Pam wanted to destroy Miss Big Boobs Linsey Dawn McKenzie for Sunny hated all the pornstars in the club who for years used their huge breasts to steal the spotlight from her. Sunny was proud of how hard she worked at her 'craft' and considered herself one of the top actresses in porn. But her career had never been as lucrative as some of the other women who were either lucky enough to have been genetically blessed with gigantic breasts or had been stupid enough to allow themselves to be implanted with synthetic products to give them eye-popping bosoms.

For years Sunny had been forced to share the screen with bimbos like McKenzie who had never bothered to learn how to simulate sex or to act convincingly. And it wasn't just the porn actresses either. Sunny's disdain extended to "legitimate" actresses like the woman at her side, Pamela Anderson, who didn't even have the saving grace of her big boobs being real. Still, Sunny was a savvy business woman who didn't let personal feelings interfere with turning a dollar or two or of taking even more power and authority for herself in the club at any opportunity.

Sunny batted her blue eyes innocently while she considered Pam's remark, then sighed, "Well, if you're going to damage the merchandise, you'll have to pay extra. "And," she concluded, "you're going to have to be very good to her boss, that would be me."

Both woman laughed knowingly and their hands touched lightly. It was Pam's way of acknowledging Sunny's demands and giving her tacit agreement. Pam had already made a 'down payment' spending several hours on her knees and back in Sunny's office simply to earn the right to pay a handsome sum for the right to host this affair. Even so, Pam still hadn't been able to talk Sunny into letting someone beat up Lindsey Dawn McKenzie that weekend. Sunny was too clever to let Pam have all that she wanted too early. Sunny knew Pam would be willing to pay a lot more for a private session with Lindsey and Pam had just proven her correct. Smiling, Sunny began planning her next moves in her efforts to consolidate all the club's power in her hands.

Pam walked to the make-shift ring to polite applause and prepared to introduce the two women standing nearby wearing bikinis and high heels as they waited for their turn to battle. Kerrie Marie had a big size advantage over the smaller redhead Aimee Sweet, but Sunny wasn't worried. She'd checked out Kerrie carefully when she hired her and had no doubt that Aimee could handle her. Pam introduced both fighters, then stepped aside and called for the bell. Kerrie quickly tried to take advantage of her size as she took off across the grass toward her smaller opponent. Kerrie leaped at Aimee but she had anticipated the move and caught Kerrie square under the chin with a forearm smash.

The terrible blow lifted Kerrie right off her feet and sent her somersaulting across the grass. The crowd was surprised by the skill of the smaller Aimee who immediately became their favorite. Like her Mistress Sunny , Aimee delighted in beating up women who were larger and bustier than herself. Kerrie got up and once again she charged but Aimee side stepped and threw a right into Kerrie's crotch. The low blow caught Kerrie flush and she doubled over in agony, grabbing her injured genitalia. Kerrie still hadn't recovered from that blow when Aimee landed another to her jaw and her mighty legs wobbled.

Aimee attacked with both fists, her arms flailing like windmills. The next punch struck Kerrie's jaw in the same spot the first had and when Kerrie felt the sting of Aimee's knuckles she saw stars! The next punch to her determined jaw straightened her up on her toes, her loose arms akimbo, her body exposed. Aimee lanced a savage kick deep into Kerrie's crotch doing considerably more damage; then Aimee's fists pounded Kerrie's huge, up-thrust bosom, impaling her breasts with her knuckles.

Kerrie, breathless and battered, slowly slumped to her knees and swayed back and forth until Aimee's high heel landed squarely on her chin, with an unbelievable sound. The smaller girl's leg muscles were taut and the foot felt like a metal bar hitting her. Kerrie rolled on the ground, in agony, one hand in her crotch and the other holding her jaw. Aimee stomped her pointed heel on Kerrie's ass cheek, pinning the brunette face down in the dirt. Then Aimee straddled Kerrie's back and hammered her head from side to side with a barrage of hard fists until Kerrie was almost unconscious.

Before Kerrie could regain her wits, Aimee pulled her to her feet, swung her around and slammed her against the wall of the swimming pool storage shed. Aimee pinned her beautiful, gasping victim to the wall with her left hand on her throat. Kerrie could hardly breathe as Aimee cocked her right fist threateningly, tauntingly, excited to see the fear of anticipation cloud Kerrie's beautiful face.

"You bitch! Fight fair, give me a chance to catch my breath!" Kerrie gasped.

Aimee sneered, "Oh, you don't get chances, it wouldn't do you any good anyway. I'd just kick your fat behind, again! Anyway, I like to see your big, overstuffed tits jiggle when you're scared, like they are now!"

As she spoke, Aimee punched her fist into Kerrie's soft belly and Kerrie's gorgeous face twisted in silent torment as tears started to flow down her cheeks and her face turned deathly pale. Aimee drew back punched the suffering brunette in one of her huge, up-tilted titties again, and this time her fist sank even deeper into the soft flesh. Aimee kept punching Kerrie's magnificent bosom and each punch into the yielding flesh sank deeper into the fleshy mounds.

"Ooh, I love doing that!" Aimee crowed to the audience. "That's what the bitch gets for having such big tits! It's really annoying, isn't it? The way they bounce and float around on her chest like balloons! They're begging me to punish them!"

Kerrie finally managed to shove Aimee off her her and stumble away with pain coursing throughout her body. But Aimee caught up to her and kicked the femininely brawny legs out from under her stumbling foe. With a groan, the brunette crumpled to the grass and pitched forward onto her face with her mammoth breasts flattened beneath her on the grass. Looking up once she regained her senses, Kerrie couldn't believe the smaller, younger redhead had trounced her so quickly and easily.

There was fear in Kerrie's eyes when Aimee looked down at her and Aimee felt the lust and arousal rising within her. Beating a big, beautiful, woman always turned Aimee on. She gloated at the sight of Kerrie's huge breasts trembling in fear, her shapely legs quivering in dread. How glorious it was! Destruction of this booby bitch in front of Hollywood's finest!

"Do you give," Aimee asked the beaten brunette.

"Yes, I give Aimee. You're too good for me," Kerrie cried.

"Then crawl over here on your belly!" Aimee sneered at her despairing victim. "You've been a bad doggie!"

Kerrie's eyes filled with the fire of resentment at this degrading command, but her will to fight had been destroyed. She got down on her hands and knees and started to crawl toward Aimee.

"I said on your belly, bitch," Aimee screamed angrily. "Like a slug, not on all fours like a bitch!"

Kerrie briefly glared at Aimee, her resistance flashing, but one look at Aimee's glittering eyes intimidated her and Kerrie's own eyes fell submissively. She lay on the ground on her stomach with her big, soft round ass jutting upward as she awkwardly inched her way across the grass. Naked, her progress was especially painful, not only to her pride but also to her battered bosom and bruised belly. Aimee had battered them to jelly, making them incredibly sensitive. It was beastly torment to scrape her lavishly proportioned bosom along the rough ground and Kerrie was panting when she finally reached Aimee.

"Now," Aimee chirped as she grinned proudly at the women in the audience who were leaning forward eagerly. "Up on your knees, pucker those pouty lips .... and kiss my pussy!"

Aimee's commanding tone stunned the proud brunette who blinked her eyes in shame. Tears flowed down her cheeks but she knew she had no choice but to obey. She struggled up on her knees in front of her tormentor as Aimee slid down her tight panties to expose a small, neatly trimmed, red-fringed pussy. Aimee seized Kerrie roughly by the hair and yanked the subjugated beauty's face into her crotch.

"Now, service me bitch!" Aimee commanded, her chin thrusting arrogantly as she tosses her hair.

Defeated, gagging in distress and distraught at defeat in her first fight, Kerrie is unable to resist the willfully fierce little redhead who mastered her with such ease. Obediently, the brunette tongued the young sadist to a quick orgasm. The erotic scene was exactly what Pam's guest had come to see and before long the back yard was littered with lovers and strangers alike, each fulfilling their own peculiar sexual fantasy heedless of those around them.

Later that night, Aimee was drinking with Pam at the bar inside the mansion while on a nearby sofa, Kerrie had already passed out after a long, hard evening of servicing both her conqueror and her hostess. Aimee and Pam's eyes locked as Pam leaned forward and started to kiss Aimee, letting her tongue explore Sunny's girlfriend's mouth. Aimee returned the favor, fencing with Pam's tongue with her own as her hands caressed Pam's hard-muscled thighs.

"You were terrific today," Pam whispered. "Powerful, dominant and very, very exciting. The girls really got off on seeing you in action. You're everything Sunny promised."

Aimee smiled, "That was nowhere near as exciting as I'll be tonight."

Pam cupped the hot redhead's small breasts, squeezing her erect nipples through the fabric of her dress. Pam started kissing Aimee's neck, slowly working her way down to her chest as she slipped Aimee's dress off her shoulders and down her arms. Pam let her tongue surround Aimee's left nipple, her tongue swirling in little circles around the dark, hard nub before shifting to the other side. This time, Pam pulled the turgid nipple into her mouth, wrapping her lithe tongue around and nibbling gently with her teeth on the sensitive tip.

Pam's left hand continued massaging Aimee's left breast while her right slid down across Aimee's hard, flat stomach, then dipped under the waistband of her cotton panties. Pam ran her fingers through Aimee's luxuriant red pelt of thick pubic hair, lightly brushing the tips of her fingers on Aimee's moist, swollen pussy, teasing Aimee toward ecstasy.

Aimee couldn't take too much of this, not after everything else that had happened since the fight ended. She grabbed Pam's hand and pressed it hard against her labia, working it into her wet cunt. Pam didn't object, just started to slowly rub her fingers up and down in the tight, warm opening while using her thumb to rub in a circle over Aimee's engorged clitoris.

When Pam felt Aimee was ready for her, she very softly slid her three middle fingers into Aimee's wet hole, forcing Aimee to lift her hips as they bucked against Pam's hand. Pam started to work her fingers in and out as she slid her tongue down Aimee's belly leaving a slick, wet saliva track on her stomach.

Pam paused to flick her tongue around in Aimee's belly button before continuing down her tummy and pushing it deep into her matted pubic hair, pulling and tugging it with her lips. When Pam removed her fingers and pressed them to Aimee's lips, Aimee licked her fingers clean, tasting her own juices. Pam spread Aimee's legs and knelt between them with her fingers slowly spreading Aimee's pussy lips. Pam pushed her nose into Aimee's pussy and inhaled deeply.

"You smell delicious Aimee, dear," Pam admitted.

Pam used her index and middle finger to spread Aimee's lips, then slipped her tongue in Aimee's snatch, flicking the tip from side to side, then up and down. She found Aimee's hard clit, taking the delicate fleshy protuberance in her mouth and nibbling it, driving Aimee crazy with the sensation. Aimee couldn't take that for long, suddenly erupting in an earth shattering orgasm as her juices squirted out in Pam's waiting mouth. Aimee's screams woke Kerrie who, aroused by the scene, walked over and stood behind Pam, then bent down and kissed her.

"You got some juice on your chin, but don't worry, I'll get it."

Kerrie slurped up Aimee's juices from Pam's chin, straightened up and licked her lips.

"Now, I will show you real pleasure, my dear hostess," Kerrie said as she took Pam's hand in hers.

"Anything you want, hon," said Pam, unable to suppress an excited shiver.

Kerrie led Pam to the couch and laid her on her back. Kerrie threw a leg over Pam's face and slowly sat down, stopping when her beautiful glistening snatch was just inches from Pam's face. Her musky women-scent filled Pam's nostrils, turning her on immensely. Pam closed her eyes as she stuck out her tongue, the tip just tickling Kerrie's labia and making her quiver all over.

Pam ran her tongue the length of Kerrie's slit, getting a taste of the busty Brit's pussy. Pam loved it. She dove right in, forcing her tongue into Kerrie's hole as far as it could go. Pam found Kerrie's clit and pulled it into her mouth suckling it, vibrating it in between her humming lips until Kerrie couldn't control the moans that echoed off the walls of the room.

Kerrie leaned forward and started rubbing Pam's clit in time with Pam's tonguing, then she lay down, spreading herself on top of Pam in a 69 position while Kerrie plunged her tongue into Pam's slit; probing, prodding and finding her clit, then flicking her tongue on it and laving it.

They both came at the same time in one of the greatest orgasms either had ever had while Aimee sat with her knees pulled up under her and watched closely, making careful mental notes for the report she would give to Mistress Sunny when she reported back to her just she did after every meeting with a twisted, deviant celebrity. Sunny was building quite a dossier on the sexual tastes of Hollywood's elite actresses. One that would come in handy when she made her move.

After a long, licentious night of three-way lesbian debauchery, Pam Anderson awoke in the morning sated, yet still hungry to gain revenge against Lindsey Dawn McKenzie. When she was finally able to get out of bed, Pam called Sunny in the office and reserved a date for another event at her place. This one would be even bigger and more grand than the last, and one with interesting consequences for all the parties involved.

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