NOTE: In this ‘prequel’ to the first of the “Sunny McKay Pornstar” stories you learn why Jeanna and Zara hate Sunny. This takes place about a year before “Sunny McKay Pornstar Chapter One” when Jeanna promotes the boxing match for Sunny and Heather Hunter.
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She never saw the punch coming! After the sudden impact everything went dark. She felt the sensation of falling, almost like everything was in slow motion….Then a jarring impact as she hit the mat face first. She rolled over on her back, drew her knees up and covered her face with her arm trying to shield her unfocused eyes from the dazzling overhead lights. As she lay on her back listening to the slooooooooooooow droning of the referee counting her out, her mind raced as she thought back and recalled how she’d gotten into this predicament in the first place….
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It had begun two weeks before when Sunny arrived at the small club in Tokyo where she was booked for two weeks as part of an ‘around the world’ tour of top porn stars. As at many of the venues, Sunny would be appearing with other dancers and actresses whose bookings sometimes overlapped each other. When this happened, it was customary for the two or three women involved to all get ‘headliner’ billing for the few days or week they were appearing together.

Some times, if both women agreed, they’d appear onstage together and do their routines in a kind of ‘contest’ or play off of one another. More than a few women did lesbian shows if they knew, or felt comfortable with, a costar. That had been the case with Jeanna Fine and Zara Whites who’d been appearing together at the club for a week before Sunny showed up. By the time Sunny arrived, Jeanna and Zara had gone from ‘just putting on a show’ to becoming lovers for real.

When the manager told Sunny she’d be sharing ‘star’ billing with Jeanna and Zara for the first week of her engagement, the egotistical blonde was livid! The fact that Sunny’s contract specified she would be “…the headliner” didn’t seem to carry any weight with the female Japanese manager who frankly admitted she was perfectly satisfied with the sell-out crowds Jeanna and Zara brought in every night of the week.

“You not bring more people in,” she told Sunny huffily. “I no need you here. Big mistake bring you here. Just gonna cut into my profit. You shut up and mind manners if you don’ want plenty big trouble blondie.”

It took several phone calls and most of the next day for Sunny’s agent and the club owners to reach an accommodation. For a few hundred extra dollars a week, Sunny’s agent agreed she’d share headliner credit with Jeanna and Zara, although Sunny firmly insisted her name be listed above theirs. In addition, she adamantly refused to perform with Jeanna and Zara.

“They can do their girl-girl stuff AFTER I finish,” Sunny sniffed with an insouciant flip of her blond hair. “I don’t share my stage with anyone. When I perform, nobody wants to see anybody else.”

Naturally, Jeanna and Zara weren’t pleased at taking a back seat to the breezy, brassy Aussie blonde, but the club manager insisted - and they didn’t have as good a contract as Sunny - so they had little choice but to do their twice-a-night steamy sex scene after Sunny had left the stage and headed out to sample the joys of Tokyo late night life. Sunny showed up at a different club every night, and relished being treated like a blonde goddess by other club managers eager for their patrons to get a look at the famous porn star as she sat in a prominent booth and sampled the free champagne they lavished on her.

While Sunny left the club early and partied, Jeanna and Zara would bring down the house every night, drawing louder and more appreciative reactions from audiences for both shows than Sunny. After a couple of days, Zara started teasing Sunny about being her ‘opening act’ and chiding her that her job was to, “warm up the crowd for me and Jenna.”

Sunny started to steam about the disrespect she was being shown by the brunette and she began to snap and snarl at both Zara and Jeanna whenever she crossed paths with them. She also complained loud and often to the club manager about everything under the sun, from her dressing room to the stage lighting to the customer’s tables being too close to the stage during her act.

The manager brushed off Sunny’s complaints and encouraged Zara to increase the venom and tone of her bitchy remarks about Sunny, telling her if she got Sunny to break her contract and leave, “I’ll make it worth your while, you betcha.”

That was all Zara had to hear. For the rest of the week, Zara made annoying Sunny a full time job. By Friday, the tall blonde had about all she could take from the brunette and when Zara started in on her in the dressing room before the first show that night, Sunny couldn’t contain herself any longer and she exploded like a firecracker!

When Zara opened her mouth to taunt Sunny for what seemed the hundredth time that day, the willowy blonde spun around and SLAPPED Zara across the mouth with her open hand. Zara staggered back holding her cheek, her eyes wide and her mouth gaping as Jeanna lunged forward to get between the two tigresses, throwing her arms around Sunny and slamming her against the wall.

“Hey Leggo!” Sunny screamed as she twisted and struggled in Jeanna’s grip, trying to pull her hands free as Zara jumped on Jeanna’s back, wrapped her legs around her waist and reached over both shoulders to grab two handfuls of Sunny’s hair.

Hearing the disturbance backstage, the club manager and several waitresses ran back to pull the three screaming, cursing and wildly swinging women apart. Zara twice lunged at Sunny who pulled away from a petite waitress trying to hold her and punched Zara in the head. Seeing Sunny hit her lover again, Jeanna kicked Sunny in the knee, dropping her to the floor holding her leg and cursing both Jeanna and Zara. It took the manager several minutes to restore order and push, pull and threaten all three of the women back to their dressing rooms. Then she frantically ran back and forth from one to the other; begging, cajoling and pleading until she got everyone calmed down and agreeing to end the bitter rivalry on her terms.

The resolution she imposed was brilliant in it’s simplicity - and it fit her own needs to a T as well! Sunny and Zara agree to fight each other in the second (the last for Zara) show on Saturday night. It would give the manager (and the club’s owners) time to advertise a “no holds barred” battle between two Westerners and make sure their best (most high-spending) customers got the desirable ringside seats!

Of course, Zara and Sunny didn’t care about the business end of things, they only wanted to get her claws into the other to teach her a lesson. Jeanna pleaded with Zara not to do it, but her pleas to her lover fell on deaf ears. Zara had seen Sunny’s act several times and after getting a good look at the taller blondes lean body, she was confident she could punish Sunny and hurt her enough that she’d beg and plead for mercy before she finished with her.

Sunny, naturally, was equally certain she could handle the smaller and lighter Zara easily. She had longer arms and legs and she was a little heavier, most of it in her full, heart-shaped ass and her muscular thighs. Sunny knew that when she wrapped her strong legs around Zara, the little Dutch bitch would scream and beg for mercy. The stage was set!!

On Saturday night the club posted a notice outside that the regular shows were canceled, that there’d be only one show at 11PM. Admittance was by invitation only, meaning club regulars and high rollers - who had to pay an outrageously exorbitant fee up-front - got the best seats. Long before the club opened for drinks and entertainment by the house dancers, it was full to capacity. The patrons were drinking and eating fine sushi and expensive imported delicacies while the two women got ready for their confrontation.

Sunny stepped out of her dressing room wearing a short, clingy, sheer red spaghetti strap slip-dress that stopped mid-thigh. Beneath, she wore only red thigh-high’s, a red thong and matching red heels. As she walked down the hallway to the stage where the club had hurriedly build a rickety ring with several strands of thin ropes strung around it, Sunny ran her hands through her long blonde hair, fluffing it as she shook her shoulders. She took a deep breath, cupped her perky bra-less breasts to gave them a little lift, thumbed her nipples to bring them erect, then stepped from behind the curtain into the spotlight to a round of loud applause from the totally-ready-to-watch-a-catfight crowd!

Sunny strutted, preened and posed for the crowd, arching her back to thrust her small, but firm tits into prominence, then bending forward to give the men a view of her gorgeous heart-shaped bum. Then she stood in her corner of the ring and smiled sweetly as she waited impatiently for Zara. Just as she’d done all week, Zara managed to annoy Sunny right up to the last minute; keeping her waiting and pacing back and forth muttering as the tension built in the room.

Finally, Jeanna Fine’s voice came over the PA system announcing “the incredibly sexy Zara Whites” who stepped out from behind the curtain wearing a little black top with gold chains draped from breast to breast, black short-shorts and mid-calf black leather stiletto heel boots. Like Sunny, Zara played to the crowd, flaunting her younger, firmer, body for the jaded men while ‘headliner’ Sunny’s blood boiled as she was forced to stand aside and watch. She grew more and more furious, eager to get her claws on Zara and make her pay for her insolence!

The club’s manageress came on stage and smiled as she bowed to the crowd. Turning, she waved her hand and over the PA system was heard the sound of a gong. The fight was on! At least, Zara started to fight. Sunny had been thinking about all the things she was going to do to Zara and it took her a second to realize what the sound meant. Sunny quickly found herself being bent back over the top rope in her corner when Zara ran and threw herself into her. She grabbed Sunny’s throat with one hand and her hair with the other and as Sunny’s arms slapped helplessly at Zara’s back, the brunette dug her fingers into Sunny’s windpipe and pulled her head back until her eyes rolled back in her head and she started to pass out!

In desperation, Sunny grabbed Zara by the shoulders and held her steady as she brought her knee up between the brunette’s legs. Zara grunted and her hold on Sunny’s neck loosened a little. Sunny kneed her a second time and Zara lost her grip which allowed Sunny to push her away and squirm out of the corner along the ropes. Zara staggered away with her back turned, her hands holding her pussy and trying to get her breath. After several long seconds, both women turned back to the other to resume their struggle.

They locked up chest to chest, each with her hands in the others hair. They tried to spin to throw her opponent off her feet and after they spun a couple of times, the Sunny managed to swing Zara down to the floor on her back. She straddled Zara and cracked her across the face, forehand/backhand, snapping the brunette’s head from side to side. Ringside, Zara’s lover Jeanna Fine was sitting on the lap of a Yakuza big-wig, screaming at her lover to throw Sunny off while the Yakuza groped and squeezed her boobs through her dress.

Zara planted both feet on the floor and pushed up, thrusting her hips upward so violently that Sunny went sailing headfirst over Zara and thudded chest-first to the thinly padded stage. The collision with the floor knocked the breath out of her and by the time she rolled over and sat up, Zara was on her knees with fire in her eyes! As Sunny pushed herself up with her arms behind her, Zara threw herself on her! Zara’s head cracked Sunny under the chin when she smashed into her with her body extended full length, Sunny fell backward seeing stars with Zara laying on top of her.

Zara looked up and realized Sunny was stunned, she grinned as she grabbed Sunny’s wrists and pushed her arms above her head while hooking her legs under Sunny’s legs and spreading them apart in a grapevine. The Yakuza at ringside smiled and gave Jeanna’s boob a hard squeeze as he leaned forward, peering up Sunny’s dress as Zara arched her back and used her strong legs to force Sunny’s apart. The Yakuza licked his lips as he watched Sunny’s bright red thong slowly disappear between her labia which had opened like the pedals of a flower as her legs were pulled apart by Zara’s.

As Sunny’s head cleared, she struggled harder, realizing Zara had her trapped in a very difficult position. She gritted her teeth as she tried to close her legs and ease the strain on her groin and thighs. While she kept Zara from spreading her legs any further, she couldn’t make any headway on closing her legs against Zara’s leverage.

Sunny bucked her hips up into Zara as she wiggled her shoulders, straining to pull her hands from Zara’s vice-like grasp. As soon as Zara realized she was losing her hold on Sunny’s wrists, she knew she had to do something fast to avoid losing her advantage. With Sunny concentrating on freeing her arms, Zara slid one foot from under Sunny’s leg, then she pushed herself in the air with her free leg and, just as her hips came up, snapped her knee forward sharply.

Zara’s knee slammed into Sunny’s pubic mound with such impact that Sunny’s butt skidded several inches along the mat. Sunny cried out briefly, then her body slumped as she drew a knee up in a spasm of pained reaction to the soul-searing agony coursing through her lower body as tears welled in her blue eyes. Zara untangled her other leg and got up, straddling Sunny’s waist and easily recapturing her arms again. This time, she pulled them down against Sunny’s sides where she pinned them under her knees.

“You’re really easy to beat,” Zara whispered as she caressed Sunny’s tear-streaked cheek.

Sunny twisted her head to the side trying to avoid the hated brunette’s caress so Zara angrily slapped her, then backhanded her, cracking her knuckles across Sunny’s full, ripe lips to draw ‘first blood’. Zara wrapped a handful of Sunny’s long, lush, golden hair in her left hand and began to pound her head on the mat as she reached back behind her and started ripping and tearing at Sunny’s dress. In seconds, the beautiful sheer red costume had been shredded. Everyone at ringside leaned forward in their seats, eager to see what the brunette would do next to the near-naked blonde.

Zara held onto a handful of Sunny’s hair as she rode her bucking body like a cowboy breaking a wild bronco while she reached behind her, curled her fingers under the waistband of Sunny’s thong and pulled. The sheer material sliced into Sunny’s pussy and Zara hauled up on her hair and thong at the same time, forcing Sunny to plant both feet and thrust upward with her hips in a futile attempt to ease the pain. Zara laughed as she jerked and yanked at the thong while Jeanna and her Yakuza cheered her on!

Sunny could only suffer the pain and keep bucking wildly, desperately hoping that a sudden thrust of her wiry body in one direction or the other might unseat Zara and give her a chance to fight back. Sunny’s prayers were finally answered, but not in the way she’d hoped. As Sunny heaved and bucked, the waistband of her thong snapped and Zara went tumbling off to the side. Sunny rolled over and got quickly to her feet, her disheveled hair hanging down over her face covering her eyes and her torn and tattered dress barely hanging off of one shoulder, the other side ripped wide down the side. She shrugged off the torn dress as she backed away, then stopped when she heard the crowd snickering and laughing.

Looking down, Sunny saw the remnant of her bright red thong dangling from between her pussy lips, flapping between her legs as she walked. Angrily, she pulled it out and threw it at Jeanna but the Yakuza reached up and caught it in one hand. He made a big show of sniffing it and running his tongue over it, then he grinned lasciviously, turned and made an off-color remark to the crowd that drew loud jeers and applause. He stuffed it in his pocket and said something to Sunny that brought another round of guffaws. Sunny’s face blushed almost as red as her thong for although she didn’t speak a word of Japanese, she guessed what sort of comment the man made and she had no intention of ending up in a position where he could make good on the threat.

Although Sunny was distracted for just a second, it gave Zara a chance to regain her feet. When Sunny turned around, Zara was charging toward her. She slammed into Sunny, driving her shoulder into her stomach and almost knocking her through the ropes into Jeanna’s lap. Sunny reached out to grab the top rope on either side of her with both hands to steady herself to keep from flipping backward over the ropes. The target her exposed body offered was too tempting for Zara to resist and she drove her fist straight into Sunny’s abdomen where the white shadow from her tiny bikini bottom met her neatly trimmed thatch of pubic hair.

Sunny gasped as she clutched her churning belly; her eyes wide, her mouth slowly opening and closing like a fish out of water. She lost her grip on the ropes and dropped straight down on her bare butt at Zara’s feet struggling just to get a breath. Zara strutted around in a little circle, playing to the crowd, then stepped back and slammed her foot down on Sunny’s red belly. Sunny’s head and feet jerked up at the impact, then her body seemed to go limp as it flopped to the canvas and she curled up in a fetal position holding her stomach, her face pale.

Sunny raised one hand in a pleading gesture as Zara wrapped a hand in her tousled hair, pulled her to her knees, then to her feet. But Zara just grinned and shook her head as if to say, ‘no way’, then twisted Sunny’s head back over the top rope and as the blonde arched up, Zara slapped her across her small, firm breasts with her open hand! Sunny let out a yelp and started to swing wildly with both hands, striking out blindly since with her head bent back all she could see was the ceiling.

She missed with her first swing, but her second cuffed Zara in the side of the head. The brunette let out a loud roar as she reached back and pounded her fist into Sunny’s belly button, folding her over her forearm. When Zara jerked her fist back, Sunny tumbled forward, resting with her forehead on the mat and her cute, heart-shaped bottom raised. Zara stepped to the side and swung her leg, kicking Sunny in the ass and sending her scooting forward on the canvas on her bare breasts. Sunny let out a squeal of pain as her sensitive bare breasts scraped over the rough canvas mat.

At ringside, Jeanna Fine was bouncing up and down, clapping her hands and wearing a wide grin; whether it was from excitement at the way her lover was whipping Sunny or something the Yakuza was doing was hard to tell - not that anyone was looking at her anyway with two lovely young women fighting for them - one of them stark naked!

Zara grabbed Sunny by one ankle and dragged her across the ring to the corner just above where Jeanna was sitting. She laid Sunny’s leg over the lower strand of the rope. Zara stood on Sunny’s other leg as she kicked and stomped the one on the rope as Sunny screamed and tried to sit up, grabbing at Zara’s foot trying to end her agony. But Zara stopped kicking after landing five or six times and stepped back. She brushed her hair out of her eyes and adjust her leather outfit to thrust her small, perky boobs up a little higher. She even took time to walk to the other side of the ring where she leaned through the ropes and helped herself to a glass of champagne offered by an older Japanese fan she’d met earlier in the week. After giving him a kiss, she returned to finish with Sunny.

Sunny had slowly and painfully dragged herself to her feet and as Zara started back toward her, she was still trying to work out the cramps and kinks in her leg. She limped backward, flexing her leg with both hands raised in supplication, pleading with Zara for more time to catch her breath. The cruel brunette just chuckled as she stalked Sunny, backing her into the far corner where she closed in to end the one-sided affair with an appropriately dramatic flourish.

Sunny slumped in the corner against the post holding up the ropes, using it’s support to keep herself upright. Her head hung down and her battered body was glistening with perspiration from the exertion of constantly fighting from her back or against Zara’s weight whenever she was on top of her. Jeanna leaned forward on the Yakuza’s lap excited to see what Zara would do next. Zara stepped toward Sunny and again reached to grab a handful of her wild, golden hair. As she leaned forward, Sunny shifted her weight to her injured leg, leaned back against the turnbuckles to help support her and snapped her other foot up between Zara’s legs. Sunny’s instep hit flush with a loud SMACK that echoed through the hushed club. Zara whimpered as her knees buckled and her hands dropped in front of her. Sunny swung her leg again and once more it CRUNCHED home with unerring accuracy. Zara let out a soft squeal as she dropped to her knees with her hands wedged tight against her battered pussy. Sunny seemed as amazed as everyone else at the success of her sneak attack.

Sunny held the onto ropes with her left hand as she used her right to drag the sobbing Zara to her feet, then she lunged forward and clotheslined Zara, slamming her backward to the mat. The back of her head hit first and Zara’s body spasmed, arched stiffly, then slowly relaxed until she lay flat on her back beside Sunny semi-conscious!

Grinning like a proverbial Cheshire cat, Sunny went to work on Zara’s leather costume, prying the snaps of the top apart, then tugging and yanking it down her arms and off. After that, Sunny rolled Zara over onto her stomach and unzipped her shorts, then she straddled her muscular thighs and started to pull, left-right, left-right; working them with agonizing slowness over her hips and down over her creamy thighs to her knees. With Sunny so focused on stripping Zara, she hardly noticed the brunette’s starting to regain her senses!

As Sunny leaned over Zara’s legs pulling and tugging at her leather shorts, the Dutch brunette suddenly reached back, grabbed Sunny’s hair and yanked. Sunny cried out, “HEY!” just as Zara’s slammed her face first to the mat. Zara rolled over and pulled Sunny’s body across hers, wedging Sunny’s bleeding nose between her heaving breasts as Sunny’s own perky mounds spread and flattened over Zara’s thighs.

With a cackle of delight, Zara slid her arms under Sunny’s limp limbs and pulled up, locking her fingers between the blondes shoulder blades, allowing Sunny’s limp arms to flap like broken wings as she leaned back, Zara freed her feet, kicking off her leather shorts before she wrapped her strong thighs around Sunny’s chest from below and locked her ankles behind her back.

Keeping Sunny’s flushed face trapped in her bosom with her legs firmly clamped around the dazed blondes chest, Zara began to smother Sunny, jerking and shaking her legs to make Sunny’s raised bare ass dance while the crowd stood and jeered. Sunny moved her rubbery legs in slow motion, pulling her feet up, then pushing without any real strength as she struggled to break out of Zara’s suffocating hold.

Jeanna leaned forward, licking her lips eagerly as she stared up between Sunny’s legs at her moist pussy when she spread her legs for better leverage as she strained; heaved her hips up and pushing forward with a grunt before her feet slipped back and her hips dropping to the mat. Stubbornly, Sunny repeated the sequence again and, when it failed to free her, she did it a third time with no more luck than before. Jeanna is beside herself with excitement while the Yakuza sitting under her ass was taking full advantage of her excitement - but Jenna either didn’t notice or didn’t care, her attention was riveted on Sunny’s moist, pink pussy as her legs squirmed and thrashed for purchase and failed to find it!

Slowly, Sunny’s legs stopped scrabbling on the mat and she lay still. Zara, wearing a big grin on her face, gave Sunny a couple more squeezes between her wiry legs that only brought a low groan in response. Zara opened her legs and rolled Sunny off of her chest. Sunny’s arms flopped loosely as Zara threw her onto her back where she lay with her eyes closed and her mouth gaping slack. She had one knee slightly raised and her other leg was stretched out full length.

Zara slowly staggered to her feet, her own legs quivering from the effort she’d put into the scissors. She stumbled around the ring, kicking and shaking her legs to restore the circulation and relieve the muscle cramps - but also giving Sunny a chance to catch her breath as she slowly sat up; wide-eyed and panting.

With her perky little chest puffed out proudly, Zara sauntered over behind Sunny, bent over and jerked her to her feet with two handfuls of her wild blond hair. Zara pulled so hard, Sunny’s feet flailed the air as the tight-bodied brunette yanked her into the air before setting her back down on her feet with tears in her eyes. Looking over and smiling at Jeanna, Zara didn’t see Sunny spinning around with her fist clenched!

She never saw the punch coming! After the sudden impact everything went dark. She felt the sensation of falling, almost like everything was in slow motion….Then a jarring impact as she hit the mat face first. She rolled over on her back, drew her knees up and covered her face with her arm trying to shield her unfocused eyes from the dazzling overhead lights. As she lay on her back listening to the slooooooooooooow droning of the referee counting her out.

“Nooooooooooooooooo!” Jeanna screamed as she pulled her hips out of the Yakuza’s hands and ran to ringside where she watched her lover’s trim body spiral to the canvas in a slow corkscrewing turn after Sunny’s sucker punch hit flush on the point of the chin.

Sunny leaned over Zara’s prostrate figure with her face covered by her long blonde hair, her hands on her knees and her chest heaving as she listened to the club manageress/referee slowly counting to ten. Sunny only had two thoughts as she gazed down on Zara’s body. One, “I hope she doesn’t get up”; the other, “She had it coming to her.”

Zara didn’t get up - at least not before the count reached ten. When the referee raised her hand, Sunny dropped to her knees straddling Zara’s waist and as she grabbed Zara’s breast in one hand, she pulled her hair back from her face so the audience could see the huge grin on her full, sensuous lips as she prepared to get her reward for winning. Sliding up on to Zara’s bosom, Sunny took hold of Zara’s hair and pulled her head up. Grinning down at Zara, Sunny ran the fingers of her other hand slowly over her pussy, stroking it and massaging herself, preparing herself to get off on Zara’s face in the ultimate demonstration of her superiority.

Just as Sunny started to move up and cover Zara’s nose and mouth with her pussy, she was grabbed from behind and dragged off of her unconscious foe. Looking up from her seat on the canvas, Sunny was stunned to see Jeanna Fine standing over her. She was screaming something, although her words were unintelligible to Sunny over the screams of the crowd and because Jeanna was so angry she was foaming at the mouth; spittle was spraying down over Sunny, covering her chest in a thin film of liquid as Jeanna railed against her.

Angrily, Sunny scrambled to her feet and swung her fist as hard as she could at Jeanna. The roundhouse punch caught the brunette in mid-rant and dropped her straight back onto her butt. Sunny looked down in surprise as Jeanna’s eyes rolled back in her head and her body toppled backward, coming to rest draped across Zara’s legs. Sunny grabbed Jeanna by the hair and dragged her to the side of the ring, dropped her and kicked her in the ribs, rolling her body off the stage onto the table of the Yakuza.

“She’s all yours,” Sunny shouted at him. “Do whatever you want with her. Consider her my gift to you!”

As the Yakuza threw Jeanna’s unconscious body over his shoulder and headed down the hall toward the dressing rooms (where the manageress kept a few private rooms for her best customers to use whenever they were entertaining her girls) Sunny walked back over to Zara who was trying to sit up, holding her head and wondering what happened just before the lights went out. She put her foot in the middle of Zara’s chest and stepped down, forcing her back down on her back. Sunny posed over her with her foot mashing one breast while Zara moaned and weakly wriggled trying to resist, but still too dazed from the KO punch to do it effectively.

Sunny dropped back astride Zara’s chest and again pulled her head up into her crotch. Slapping her, Sunny ordered Zara to ‘lick or else’ and then cuffed her upside the head again to emphasize she wasn’t kidding. After a brief hesitation, Zara sighed and stuck out her tongue. For the next half hour, Sunny rode Zara’s red face, satisfying herself several times over. Then she turned around and sat back, covering Zara’s face with her butt as she held her wrists and smothered her unconscious again. When she was certain Zara was out, Sunny dragged her over to the audience and rolled her body out of the ring just as she had Jeanna’s.

“Anybody wants this slut, she’s all yours,” Sunny laughed.

While Sunny strutted and preened in the ring, several of the men picked Zara up by the wrists and ankles and carried her backstage to another room. Sunny, still completely nude, sat with the old Japanese man Zara had kissed and drank champagne for another hour. She also signed several autographs on pieces of clothing fans retrieved from the ring after the fight.

Although the night was a huge success for Sunny, as was the last week of her engagement, it had sewn the seeds that would bloom a year later when Jeanna and Zara put in motion their own plans . . . not simply for revenge, but to either destroy Sunny completely or turn her into their own personal slave. When they started, they really didn’t care which outcome they got, but they were determined it would be AT LEAST the former!
Note: In a vote of her fans, Sunny beat Zara 405-208!