“Whazzamatter?” Danni Ashe asked, looking up in surprise at her blonde cohort’s outburst. Sunny and Danni were waitressing the late shift at the legendary ‘Porn Star Fight Club’ when Sunny got the call from Jennifer Aniston informing her that Charlize had just “got her ass kicked” by Angelina Jolie.

“Char’s in trouble. Can you cover for me?” Sunny pleaded.

Danni glanced at her wristwatch - the only item other than her platform shoes and a necklace she was wearing. PSFC waitresses worked in the nude - which made them fair game for groping hands and probing fingers of members who felt it was their right to take advantage of the help; which indeed it was!

“You’re only halfway through your shift,” Danni protested. “You expect me to do double duty for four more hours? No fuckin' way!”

“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese…” Sunny whined. “I’m so sick and tired of all this drama with Charli. I’m gonna go and put a stop to it once and for all!”

“Wellllllllllll,” Danni purred silkily. “I’ll do it….” Sunny’s face lit up with a big grin but Danni continued, “… IF you take my full shift next Saturday night. There’s a party at Cindy Margolis’ I can crash - if I don’t have to work. You do that for me or your girlfriend will have to fend for herself ‘til you get off work.”

Sunny bit her lip, trying not to tell Danni what she really wanted to say. The next Saturday Danni was supposed to work a private party at the PSFC - and they always got rowdy. Sunny knew she’d be the focus of the member’s attentions - and not in a good way.

“Alright,” she sighed. “You got a deal.” Sunny grabbed her purse and ran to the dressing room to put some clothes on.

As soon as she disappeared, Danni plucked her cellphone from her purse behind the bar and left a message on Angelina Jolie’s voicemail, “It’s Danni Ashe. I just overheard a call from Aniston to Sunny McKay. Apparently, you gave Theron another ass-kicking and McKay’s in a snit! She threw on some clothes and went storming outta here looking for you. I hope you get this message before she ambushes you. Since you’ve been such a good friend to the Club, I figure you deserve a ‘head’s up’.”
******
In less than two hours, Sunny was storming through the lobby of the resort where Angelina was staying. Reaching across the counter, she grabbed the young receptionist by her hair and pulled her halfway over the desk. Going nose to nose with the frightened girl, Sunny demanded to know what room Angelina was in. At first she refused, but a couple of slaps and some graphic threats quickly convinced her to give Sunny the information she wanted.

Before the elevator door closed, the girl was on the phone to Jolie’s room. “That woman you told me to watch for? She’s on her way up, ma’am.” She hung up and dialed another number. “Ms. Ryan? You wanted to know if a blonde with an Aussie accent showed up looking for Ms. Jolie? She just arrived and she’s on her way upstairs now.”

The young woman smiled as she thought about what she’d buy with the extra ‘tip’ money Jeri Ryan and Angelina Jolie had given her to keep them informed of Sunny’s arrival. While frowned upon by management, most of the staff made a nice sum by keeping interested guests informed of other guests comings, goings and their visitors.

Sunny’s high-heeled foot tapped impatiently as the elevator slowly ground its way toward the top floor. Naked under the loose-fitting pullover and mini-skirt she’d pulled on in her haste to get out of the Porn Star Club, Sunny couldn’t wait to confront Angelina Jolie who’d been making Sunny’s beloved Charlize’s life miserable for the past several years - starting with a confrontation over the role of ‘Lara Croft’ that launched Jolie on her road to super-stardom.

The elevator door slid open and Sunny stepped into a broad, brightly lit hallway. As she was checking the sign to see which way Jolie’s room was, she saw a maid coming out of a room at the far end of the hall. Turning away, she headed toward Angie’s room which, fortunately enough, was in the opposite direction. She reached the “Marilyn Monroe” suite and banged her fist on the door. When there was no response, she knocked even louder and screamed, “Open up Jolie! I know you’re in there!”

The door swung open and Angelina Jolie stood there in all her radiant, naked, glory. Grinning, she ran her fingers through her disheveled hair and stepped back against the wall. “Won’t you come in,” she said silkily.

Her body trembling with rage, Sunny strode through the door, stomped angrily to the middle of the room and spun around on her heel to confront the dark-tressed bitch. “I’ve had it with yo…

“UGGGGGAAH…” Sunny grunted as Angelina’s fist slammed deep into her belly; her eyes widening and her mouth gaping open in shock. Unable to get a breath, the slim blonde Aussie’s knees buckled but Angie caught her under the arms and stood her upright against the wall…then CRUNCH drove her knee straight up into Sunny’s groin; lifting her right foot out of her strappy sandal. “Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh!” Sunny groaned as she sat down hard on her butt, bounced, then rolled over curled in a fetal ball, her trembling hands clutching her hammered pubic mound.

“Blondes!” Angie sneerred to another brunette sitting on the bed whom Sunny, in her eagerness to confront Angelina, hadn’t seen. “If we didn’t have them to take advantage of, I swear we’d have to invent ‘em. This is so damn easy I can’t believe it’s this much fun! C’mon, help me get Miss Porn Star Tough Gal on her feet. I’ve got a pedicure in 15 minutes and I don’t wanna be late!”

Cat Bell stood up and stretched her nude body, her heavy breasts jiggling sexily as she stepped over Sunny’s writhing, moaning, panting body. Cat bent and grabbed one elbow and Angelina took the other, the two brunettes dragged Sunny, unresisting, to her feet and slammed her back up against the wall. Sunny slumped over, her golden hair cascading down over her flushed face, the fair mane fluttering with each puff of her rapidly panting breath. WHAM! Angelina snapped her knee up, driving her bony kneecap into Sunny’s pubic mound.

“WHUUUF…unnnnnhhh….gawd…”

“Sounds like that hurt her, didn’t it pussycat?” Angelina chuckled to her lover Cat.

“I don’t know,” Cat sneered. “I think she’s faking.”

SMACK! “AAARRRGH!” Sunny crumpled at the feet of the proudly beaming brunettes as Cat’s knee slammed into her groin. Tears welling in her eyes, Sunny rolled onto her back and began to rock with her knees at her chest; her forearms between her tightly clenched thighs as her hands massaged her throbbing pussy.

“NO, I think she’s really hurtin’,” Angelina giggled.

“UNNGH!” She kicked Sunny in the ribs.

“One thing,” Cat said, noting Sunny’s lack of panties. “Stripping her won’t present much of a problem.”

And it wasn’t! Sunny didn’t struggle as Cat pulled her skirt down her legs and whipped it off. And her resistance to Angelina’s pulling her sweater over her head was more because it forced her to raise her arms - stopping her rubbing the pain in her pussy! In seconds, Sunny lay stretched out on the floor between her brunette tormentors wearing only a single sandal - and tears!

Cat leaned on the wall, idly stroking her erect nipples, watching as Angelina wrapped her fists in Sunny’s hair and dragged the breathless porn star out into the middle of the room. Dropping her, Angelina stepped back and gestured for Sunny to ‘get up.’ But when she continued to lay on her back, Angelina stepped up and WHUMP kicked her in the ribs again.

“OOOhhhhhhhh shyte!” Sunny groaned as her body was moved several inches along the carpet by the hard kick.

“C’mon tough girl,” Angelina barked. “I only got a few minutes before my pedicure. You wanted to say something when you came in here. Well, get it off your….” STOMP “…chest!”

“AAAAIIIIIEEEEE!” Sunny’s legs flew into the air as Angelina’s foot smashed down on her right breast, flattening the small orb under the ball of her foot. (sniff) (sniff) (sniffle) Sunny began to sob as she curled up with one hand cupping her mashed mammary and the other palming her punished pussy. (sob) (sob) (sob)

Angelina raised her foot again, but Sunny screamed, “NOOOO” and crossed her arms over her chest protectively.

“I think you have her attention at last,” Cat smirked. “Now, what was it you wanted to tell my friend there, Sunshine?”

Her lower lip quivering, Sunny tried to explain between gulping sobs how she’d come to put a stop to Jolie’s attacks on her lover Charlize. As she blubbered out her plea, Cat rolled her eyes. When Sunny finally finished her disjoined babbling, Angelina put a hand to her jaw and stroked her chin as if considering Sunny’s ‘request.’

“Welllllll, I guess I coulllllllld….oh wait! No. I can’t do that. Where would I find another blond so willing and eager to put herself at my disposal whenever I need to beat someone?”

“Maybe Little Miss Sunshine here will volunteer to take her place,” Cat offered, flicking a finger in Sunny’s direction.

After pretending to consider her suggestion, Angelina shook her head, “Nope. Won’t work. You see, I’ve already got Porn Star Sunny McKay’s ass whenever I want it already. No, she won’t do atall. Besides, I’d want someone who’s a LOT more of a challenge than this one. Look how she came barging in and fell right into my clutches. Why even Theron put up a bit of a struggle…a very little bit of one, but a struggle nevertheless.”

“So what’re we gonna do with her now that we’ve got her? Theron’s off with Aniston somewhere and you’ve got that damn pedicure. I got nothing else on this afternoon; want me to keep her warm til’ you get back?” Cat purred with a liscivious slurping lick of her lips.

“Done and done!” Angie laughed. “You can have her for the rest of the day. Just don’t wear yourself out because when I get back, you’ve got to finish what you started before this…” she gestured angrily at Sunny. “…bitch interrupted us. I was just getting going when she showed up and started making all that ruckus!”

Angie and Cat dragged Sunny to the bed and stood her by the foot, then used strips of cloth ripped from Sunny’s own skirt to bind her wrists to the corners of the footboard. Sunny was forced to stand, bent forward over the bed with her arms spread and her wrists tied. Angie hurriedly pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt and then left for her pedicure appointment.

As Angie got dressed, Cat strapped on a long, thick dildo. Stepping up behind Sunny, Cat gave her several hard SPANKs to warm her up, then pried her thighs apart with her knees and, holding Sunny’s hips, Cat drove the dildo deep into her pussy. Sunny let out an animal grunt as Cat’s smooth, rounded belly slapped against her ass, then Cat began a slow, steady stroking pumping. Sunny’s face was forced forward and down on the end of the bed but - with her arms spread and bound - she couldn’t lay down and was forced to use her legs to support her raised hips as Cat pounded away.

Sunny began to become aroused, moaning, groaning and grunting as Cat reached under with one hand to pull, pluck and tweak her breasts while her other arm wrapped around her hip, stroking and slapping her pussy as Cat’s dildo fucked her from behind. Sunny’s first orgasm came after several minutes, the second one a minute after that. The third, fourth and fifth all seemed to run together in her sexually stimulated brain and after that she lost count!

Sunny had a dim recollection of feeling Cat slide up onto the bed underneath her, spread her legs and pull her face down into the thick tangle of moist pubic hair over her pussy. Not wanting to find out her punishment if she refused, Sunny eagerly licked, sucked and lapped Cat’s pussy like the pro she was until Cat shuddered to a series of orgasms of her own!

Sunny awoke on her knees at the foot of the bed with her face resting on Cat’s pussy between her spread legs. Blinking, she realized someone was speaking. Looking up, she saw Angelina standing beside the bed. She was yelling at Cat, telling her to wake up. She said something about “more work to be done” before Cat closed her thighs over Sunny’s ears, blocking out all sound and air. Panicking at the lack of oxygen, Sunny hurriedly begin to tongue Cat’s pussy with long, slow, steady, deep strokes. She was almost to the point of blacking out when Cat spread her legs and let her get a deep breath.

“I can see why she’s so popular at the Porn Star Club,” Cat said. “The girl’s really got the goods.”

“Not better’n Theron?” Angelina asked incredulously.

“Oh, she’s better alright,” Cat admitted. “But Theron’s more fun! I always prefer having to ‘convince’ ‘em to go down on me. This one muff dives without a moment of hesitation. Probably because she’s a ‘natural’ pussy eater while Charlize had to be ‘trained’ to do it.”

“Well,” Angelina growled. “That means you better step aside Cat and let her give me a demonstration. We’re probably going to be rather busy later, so this may be my last chance for a while. Still, if she’s as good as you say, we’ll have plenty of time to find out. I just talked to Danni. She told me McKay’s swapped with her for next weekend; so Sunny here’s going to be working my private party at the Club.

“Now Sunny McKay, let’s get that pink tongue to work, that Korean ‘pedicure princess’ got me all worked up running her hands over my calves and bending over to touch up my toenail polish. Damn! I wish this place would let you sexually harass the staff like they do at the Porn Star Club…that girl sure was hot!”

While Sunny set about satisfying Angelina, back in her room Jennifer Aniston was in a passionate 69 with Charlize when Jeri Ryan came storming through the door. “Get up and get dressed!” Jeri screamed. “My girl at the front desk said McKay’s been upstairs with Jolie for three hours. Time to make our move!”

“What about Theron?” Jennifer asked, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

“Tie her hands behind her and we’ll take her along. She’ll probably get a kick outta watching me kick Jolie’s ass and then while we party, she and Sunny can console each other about their inability to beat Jolie. Come on, there’s no time to waste!”