The next night, just after Sunny went on stage for her "finale", her music suddenly stopped. Then, different music began and PJ Sparxx came wiggling out onto the stage. She had obviously copied Sunny's act for, like Sunny, her costume was all black leather. PJ had black leather hip-huggers, a zip front crop-top with a bare midriff, black motorcycle cap, motorcycle boots and a leather riding crop. The similarity was obvious.

Sunny's mouth dropped open and she stopped in mid-dance for a moment. Then, she angrily spun around and screamed at Jeanna Fine who was seated "ringside" with Zara. Jeanna started to go onstage to tell PJ to leave, but Zara grabbed her and pulled her back in her seat. After a hurriedly whispered conference between the lovers, Jeanna turned back to Sunny grinning and made a hand gesture to indicate "the show must go on." Sunny stamped her foot angrily and started to walk off, but stopped in her tracks when PJ said loud enough for everyone to hear, "What's the matter McKay, afraid of a little blonde competition?"

Sunny spun around and walked back to face PJ, stopping directly in front of her and glaring. Both blondes had their hands on their hips, Sunny with her little lasso dangling from her left hand and PJ idly slapping the riding crop against her leg. Neither woman blinked until Sunny suddenly raised her right hand and swung at PJ who didn't duck or flinch. Sunny's hand swept up past PJ's cheek and knocked the little motorcycle cap off her head. The cap went spinning back and landed at the edge of the stage where two couples at the front table struggled over it until a busty brunette pulled it away from her date and waved it overhead in triumph.

Sunny grinned at her mini-triumph as she hissed, "I'm not afraid of competition from YOU, slut. What'd you have in mind, a slit slurping soirée or something that requires talent like dancing or stripping maybe?"

PJ turned to the audience and held out her hands. "Wanna see a strip-fight?"

The noise was deafening! Both women knew the rules, it was dance as a stylized "fight" that required they remove their "opponents" costume in the most sensuous and erotic way they could. The woman being stripped had to allow her "opponent" do as she wished. There was nothing prohibiting trying to upstage her, but you couldn't resist or prevent your opponent from removing your clothes. Once both were stripped down to their g-strings, audience applause determined the winner. They'd each done it before, but for that was for fun with a cooperative partner as an act. Strip-fights rarely happened "for real" between rivals who hadn't rehearsed. But neither woman would dare back down from a public challenge by a rival.

Since Sunny started this "dance," PJ began to slither around her, wiggling her bottom and shaking her boobs to cheers from the crowd. She stopped behind Sunny and reached around to Sunny's thighs. She writhed suggestively as she slowly rubbed up over Sunny's groin, across her bare flat belly and then reached under her jacket to caress her breasts. After a minute of that, she continued up her neck and over her cheeks until she reached her hat. She gently removed it, wiped her "ass" with it and then sailed it far into the back of the room where fans briefly fought over the souvenir.

Sunny's face was red when PJ finished, whether from excitement or the embarrassment of being out performed in the contest wasn't clear. She spun on one foot and gave the audience a big grin as she straddled her lasso and rubbed it slowly back and forth between her legs, moving her hips back and forth as she "rode the rope" across the stage to the hard-driving bass beat of the music.

Sunny coiled the rope and slashed PJ across the seat of her leather pants hard enough to make her jump. It drew more applause as it became clear the girls were "playing" for real tonight. And the show was going to get even better! Sunny bellied up to PJ, reached around behind her and used her hair to pull her head back, then stuck out her tongue and licked slooooooowly from PJ's chin down her neck to her full breasts. Sunny used her teeth to pull down the zipper on the front of PJ's top, then did a bump and grind with her pelvis against PJ's as she sensuously and erotically pushed the top down PJ's arms. She didn't drop it, however, but held it in both hands across PJ's bottom and pulled her forward as Sunny thrust her mound against PJ's until both women were red-faced and breathing hard. Then she threw PJ's top into the wings and she danced away blowing kisses to her cheering fans.

While Sunny was showing off and posing, PJ reached up to fondle her own breasts, pushing them up and flicking her nipples until they were swollen and hard. Sunny was outraged that the crowd paid more attention to PJ than her and gave PJ's ass another smack with her coiled lasso. PJ spun quickly around and shook her finger threateningly at Sunny who put her hands on her cheeks and pretended to show "fear." The audience ate it up!

PJ smiled as she danced around Sunny, forcing the headliner to swivel her head to keep an eye on her rival to avoid "nasty" surprises like the ones she'd dished out. With both women topless, the audience edged forward in their seats to see how Sunny would deal with PJ's full length leather pants. But first, PJ would get her chance to strip Sunny of her skirt. It didn't look like that would present much of a challenge since it was obviously slit up the side to where it fastened at Sunny's hip. But PJ was up to the task of making its removal an erotic event of grand proportions!

She danced up behind Sunny and reached around and caressed Sunny's breasts gently. Sunny's face showed her surprise for an instant before she regained her composure and resumed her "mask" of indifference. PJ pulled softly at Sunny's nipples while licking the side of her neck and, unknown to the audience, whispering sexy nothings in her ear. It didn't take long for Sunny's breasts to betray her rising state of arousal and, with a vocal chuckle, PJ swivel-hipped away and left Sunny standing in the middle of the stage with prominent "perky" nipples.

PJ quickly returned, however, squatted in front of Sunny and put her hands on her rival's thighs. PJ rotated her hips slowly as she moved her pelvis up and down. It gave the audience behind her a good look at her considerable assets. As she gyrated, PJ ran her hands upward over Sunny's stockings until they disappeared under the skirt. Unseen by the audience, but understood, PJ's fingers worked their way under the edges of Sunny's g-string and started to pull and pinch her labia until Sunny began to lubricate. Once PJ felt Sunny's pussy starting to juice, she withdrew her fingers and replaced the g-string with a "snap" that stung enough to make Sunny's face react.

PJ then reached up to Sunny's hips and released her skirt, slowly lowering it down her legs until it reached her knees. She stopped, bent forward, puckered and planted a loud kiss right on Sunny's g-string. Then she dropped the skirt to Sunny's ankles, stood and backed away. When Sunny started to step out of her skirt, PJ snapped her fingers to get Sunny's attention, shook her head and wagged her index finger in a "no-no" gesture. Sunny obeyed and stood there with her skirt at her feet while PJ slithered around her, rubbing her hands over Sunny's ass and then reaching up under between her legs and closing her hand over Sunny's pussy. She rubbed it a few times then removed it. Standing behind Sunny, PJ put her hand under her nose out of Sunny's sight and smiled, then she nodded at the audience. The crowd roared with knowing laughter as PJ licked her lips lasciviously and winked at them.

Brandishing her riding crop, PJ stepped to one side, raised her arm and cracked it across Sunny's ass cheek. Sunny let out a startled yelp and jumped to the side, tripping over the skirt around her ankles and nearly falling. She turned, her face flushed even more than before at both the embarrassment of almost falling and her over-reaction to the spank. She took a deep breath as she prepared to take her turn at PJ's leather pants. To the onlookers it may have seemed a daunting task but Sunny knew the pants were held together with Velcro snaps inside of the legs. They were designed so the dancer could remove them simply by pulling them apart and stepping out of them. Sunny wasn't going to do anything that simple, however. PJ had raised the ante by fondling her. What had begun as a "little contest" between pros had gone "personal." It was about to escalate to a new level..

Sunny danced to the front of the stage, gyrating her hips. She spread her legs as she squatted directly in front of Jeanna's table. Her eyes flashed with hatred as she glared at Zara and Jeanna. She knew one, if not both of them, were behind PJ's sudden appearance. That Jeanna hadn't hustled PJ off the stage as soon as she interrupted Sunny's act proved it in Sunny's mind. She threw herself on her belly and slithered along the edge of the stage, swinging her legs over the front row of tables to give the high rollers in the front seats a peek at her goodies. She ignored PJ, the surest way to upstage her! With no one to perform with, PJ was left to steam while all eyes followed Sunny as she rolled onto her back, raised her long, shapely legs and caressed them with her hands. She then rolled over and with cat-like grace, crawled across the stage on hands and knees to PJ who tapped her foot impatiently.

"It's about time you came back," PJ hissed under her breath when Sunny reached her and looked up from her knees. "I'll make you sorry you did that, you tiny-tit whore. You look good on your knees, we should put you there more often."

Sunny's eyes flashed with anger as she ran her pink tongue over her carmine lips, resisting the urge to say something. Instead, she arched her back as she reached up and caressed PJ's leather clad thighs, pushing her hips above her spread legs to give the audience a good view of her swollen pussy hidden beneath her little g-sting. PJ's lips curled in a smile as Sunny's hands moved up her thighs. PJ thought Sunny was getting into the sex play and sex was PJ's forte. She boasted she could outlast any porn star and thus far she'd never been beat. When she felt Sunny's hot breath on her belly, she was already mentally adding Sunny's name to her list of conquests. But Sunny had other ideas.

Sunny started to lick PJ's leather clad legs as she humped her hips up and down. Everyone in the audience, male or female, imagined their hands on Sunny's firm butt, fondling and thrusting against it as she pounded it up and down. PJ realized she had lost the attention of the crowd. Despite the fact that PJ was *supposed* to be the focus of Sunny's efforts, Sunny had succeeded in making herself the one they ogled even as she slowly opened the Velcro fasteners on PJ's pants. Sunny's bottom was rotating like a Dutch windmill as she slowly pulled the leather pants apart and slid them carefully down PJ's long, muscular legs.

Despite it being PJ who was being stripped, all eyes were on Sunny as she rotated her hips, reaching back between her legs to rub herself with one hand while lowering PJ's leathers to the floor. When Sunny tossed them aside, PJ raised her hands and did a shimmy and wiggled her hips, but no one barely noticed. Sunny had stolen the moment and PJ couldn't stand it! Nobody stole the spotlight from her, nobody!

PJ was wearing just a g-string and boots while Sunny had only crotchless garter-stockings, g-string and boots. It was PJ's turn to remove something from Sunny and there was no doubt what she wanted. And PJ knew how to get anything she wanted. She had planned to get Sunny upset by pushing the right buttons and, so far, the plan was working to perfection. Now, she had to make Sunny lose control of her emotions, shatter her composure and get her angry in front of her fans to destroy her "good girl" image. PJ had studied Sunny closely, knowing this moment would come sooner or later. She knew exactly how to make it happen.

First, PJ reached down and lifted Sunny to her feet. She turned her sideways so they were both in profile for the audience. Keeping her eyes locked with Sunny's, she rubbed herself up and down Sunny's body then took Sunny's breast in her hand. She cupped her own breast and leaned forward until they were nipple to nipple. She looked at the crowd as she slowly drew her fingernail down Sunny's and then up her own breast. She winked, jabbed at Sunny's breast with her finger and shook her head negatively. Then she cradled her own breast, pointed at it and nodded affirmatively. The message was obvious, her breasts were bigger than, and therefor superior to, Sunny's.

Sunny turned to the audience, frowned and shook her head, disagreeing. The audience laughed at her reaction and she blushed at the reaction. PJ, angered by Sunny's appeal to the crowd, grabbed her hair and jerked her around face-to-face. Holding Sunny's hair, PJ's hand suddenly flashed back and forth across Sunny's breasts, "SLAP - SLAP!" Sunny winced and grabbed her stung boobs in both hands.

"Tiny targets," PJ said loud enough the audience could hear. "It's hard to hit something that small.">

Angrily, Sunny pushed PJ away and once more looked plaintively to Jeanna's table where Zara was leaning on her lover's shoulder and laughing at Sunny's discomfort. Before Sunny could say anything, PJ grabbed her arm and spun her back around.

"Hey bitch!" PJ hissed. "Play fair. Follow my lead or I'll get nasty. You wouldn't like it. I play rough. I know you too well. Watch my eyes and don't you dare look away."

Sunny hesitated. She licked her lips and glanced at Jeanna who sniffed indignantly and turned her head away. Sunny realized she was on her own and looked back at PJ, her hands trembling. PJ saw Sunny's confidence fading. She was unsure, frightened by what was happening to her on her own stage, in front of her own fans. A little nudge from her, PJ thought, and Sunny would go over the edge. She suppressed a grin. She wanted to be the one to star in this insecure little cunts last show, the one who ended Sunny's career. PJ was ready to add another notch to the others on her garter belt.

PJ put her fingertips under Sunny's breasts, then moved her hands up and down, flicking Sunny's nipples with the thumbnails and scratching the tender tips until Sunny started shuffling her weight nervously from foot to foot. PJ kept it up until Sunny was almost dancing from one to the other as the wily pro used Sunny's sensitive nipples to work her into a sexual heat. Beads of sweat popped on Sunny's forehead and others appeared at the "v" of her neck and rolled down between her breasts. The stage lights were hot, but not *that* hot. Sunny suddenly gasped as she broke eye contact. She looked down at her hard nipples.

PJ slapped Sunny's breasts, making her moan, then squatted in front of her and ran her hands down Sunny's stomach to her waist. She grabbed the waistband of Sunny's crotchless hose and rolled them over her hips and down her legs, stopping when they were just below her knees. She next ran her hands up the inside of Sunny's quivering thighs, pressed her thumbs against Sunny's pubic mound and grinned as Sunny sighed and pushed back responding to the pressure from PJ's thumbs.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you, my horny little slut? PJ whispered. "Don't go anywhere, there's plenty more to come."

PJ rolled Sunny's pantyhose down to her boots, but instead of having her step out of them, PJ stood up and yanked them! Sunny's feet flew out from under her and she fell on her butt, bare breasts jiggling. The audience screamed with surprise and pleasure when PJ used Sunny's own stockings to lift her feet up in the air, exposing her tight butt to the crowd. PJ poked Sunny's ass cheeks with her toe, making them jiggle as the crowd applauded and leaned forward to see what would happen next.

Flat on her back, Sunny protested once she caught her breath, "Hey! What's the big idea? Lemme up. The show's over."

As Sunny struggled to sit up and extricate her feet from her tangled hose, Jeanna Fine and Zara Whites came up on stage. Once Sunny had untangled herself (removing her boots in the process) she scrambled to her feet and bellied up against PJ Sparxx, her eyes flashing angrily.

"That was un-called for," she hissed through clenched teeth, trying to make the audience think she was grinning instead of grimacing.

It might have worked except while she glared at PJ, Sunny was rubbing her butt to ease the sting from her fall. Jeanna wedged herself between the two and held their elbows, turning them to the audience.

Zara stood at the edge of the stage grinning. "How about a big hand for these great competitors," Jeanna said and the crowd responded, standing and clapping, stamping their feet and otherwise showing approval for the show the two veteran porn actresses had just put on.

After Jeanna quieted the audience, she explained that the ultimate decision of who won the "strip fight" was in their hands. She stood behind PJ and then behind Sunny and had the crowd applaud for the one they thought did the best job of stripping her opponent. Most of the audience applauded for both, some louder for one than the other.

The applause was about the same for both so the vote was close. Naturally, both thought they'd won and each pranced back and forth waving their arms over their head in triumph.

Jeanna announced, "It was really quite close, but I think PJ won by just a narrow margin. Sorry Sunny."

Sunny's face flushed darkly and her hands started to shake in anger. She balled up her fists and spun around to confront Jeanna.

"You bitch!" she screamed. "That's crap and you all know it! MY applause was loudest, everyone here heard it. Don't make me come over there and bitchslap you into the middle of next week. I won and that's final."

Now Jeanna's face got red. For a few seconds it appeared she and Sunny might fight right there. But instead, Zara Whites prevented it with a suggestion.

"Do it again Jen, and this time pay closer attention. It's obvious who got the most applause."

Jeanna mumbled as she stepped behind the women again, this time she held her hand over Sunny's head first. The applause was about the same as the first time. When she raised her hand over PJ's head, however, Zara was standing behind them and she held up her skirt and exposed herself. She wasn't wearing panties and the audience went crazy. It sounded as if they liked PJ's performance at least TWICE as much as Sunny's. Sunny as apoplectic! She stomped around the stage stammering and sputtering, too upset to speak for at least a minute.

Finally Sunny screamed, "I knew that you and your cunt," she jabbed an up-thrust middle finger at Zara's direction, "are behind this. I don't know how or why, but you rigged that vote. The people saw how much better I was. This is a travesty."

Sunny turned to the crowd. "You saw it, I danced circles around that whore. I guess you aren't happy cause she didn't strip me completely naked. Well, if that's what you want to see, here!!"

Her hands quivering with rage, Sunny pulled off her g-string, stepped out of it, hooked it over her thumb and shot it across the stage at PJ. The wet g-string hit the startled blonde in the chest and plopped at her feet on the stage. She grinned at the audience as she turned her bottom to them and sloooooowly bent over and picked it up. PJ twirled it on her middle finger as she moved toward Sunny, raised her hand and slingshot Sunny's g-string into her face. As Sunny stood stunned, PJ stuck out her tongue and pirouetted, then started to dance sexily offstage.

Sunny's face was twisted in a scowl as she picked up the golden rope she used in her act. Twirling it once, she flipped it over PJ's head and pulled it tight across her chest. Sunny laughed as she started to reel PJ back onstage toward her while the crowd applauded. Sunny was enjoying the limelight and she wasn't about to give it up by letting PJ escape with a "tainted victory."

"I'm sexier than you can ever hope to be Sparkie," Sunny said as she undulated toward PJ. "And I'm going to prove it to these blokes whether you like it or not."

Sunny slithered up and down, her back arched like a cat, rubbing her bare breasts against PJ's stomach and chest. PJ Sparxx was surprised by Sunny's challenge and it took a moment for her to realize what was happening. Then she started to squirm and struggle trying to free herself from Sunny's lasso. By the time PJ got the lasso off over her head, Sunny was bump and grinding PJ trying to push her back off the stage and out of the spotlight Sunny desperately wanted to keep for herself.

While this was going on, Jeanna and Zara returned to their seats and Jeanna wasted no time pulling Zara's head down in her lap as she settled back to watch Sunny bounce and bump, working her muscular thigh between PJ's own strong legs. Each move she made forward put Sunny's smooth skin into contact with PJ's g-string covered crotch. Sunny smiled as she felt the heat of PJ's skin on hers. Of course, since Sunny had her thigh wedged between PJ's legs, PJ's thigh was also tucked between Sunny's. Both women used the power of their hips, chests and legs to try to push the other off the stage.

PJ had her hands on Sunny's hips as she moved up and down, pushing her thigh up with each step, pounding Sunny's pussy, crunching her clit, mashing her mound, grinding her groin and bashing her bush with each lunging thrust. If that wasn't enough, PJ also pulled Sunny against her and used her bigger breasts to flatten and overwhelm Sunny's perky boobs. To her dismay, Sunny looked down and realized her breasts were being overwhelmed by PJ's.

Sunny changed tactics when she realized it was she, not PJ, who was being forced to give ground. Not sure what to do next, she let go of her rope and reached around behind PJ to grab a handful of her big, teased, fluffy bleached blonde hair. It's such an outstanding feature of PJ's look that Sunny, whose own wild blonde mane is legendary, couldn't help being jealous. She gave PJ's hair a yank out of sight of the audience so that all they see was the women stop moving and PJ's head bend back to relieve the pressure. Sunny moved forward, her back to the audience, trying to push PJ through the back curtain. But PJ slid her open hand down Sunny's belly and closed her fingers over Sunny's bare pussy mound. PJ's groping was hidden from the crowd by their entwined bodies and she took advantage to grab a handful of Sunny's pubic hair and pull until Sunny was grunting in pain.

PJ leaned over and hissed through clenched teeth, "Leggo my hair or I'll rip your bush out."

Sunny reluctantly eased her grip on PJ's hair but instead of releasing Sunny, PJ pushed her hand deeper, wiggled her fingers and curled her three middle fingers up between Sunny's swollen labia and thrust them inside the startled blonde. Sunny moaned when the pain was replaced by pleasurable and the sensation of PJ expertly diddling her erect clitoris. Sunny desperately wanted to make PJ surrender *her* stage but PJ just wanted to get Sunny on the floor. With each intent on a different goal, they began to sexfight. Each touched, rubbed and kissed passionately - tongues flicking and swirling, sensitive buds of flesh twisted, pinched, pulled and teased until it was clear to the everyone the contest had entered a new, and very erotic, phase.

Sunny was new to this kind of thing and PJ's skillful, knowledgeable and experienced touch quickly aroused the older blonde. She knew how to touch a woman's most sensitive areas and when she was the most vulnerable. Sunny had always been very responsive, a fact widely and well known in the industry. It was the main reason she was so strict about the kinds of sex scenes she did. She would only do those things that allowed her to stay in control, but now that was working against her! PJ was able to quickly and easily work her older rival into a sexual frenzy.

The audience ate it up! >

PJ slowly pulled Sunny forward as she went down to the floor on her back. Thinking she had the advantage, Sunny leaned her tight body over her rival, kissing PJ's full, pouty, ruby lips and fondling her nipples as she rubbed her thigh on PJ's mound. Just at the moment Sunny's body was off balance and most unstable, PJ flipped her over and onto her back. Now PJ was on top and Sunny had lost control of the situation!

Sunny landed flat with an audible "THUMP!" and it knocked the air out of her for a moment. From her back, she continued the fight, trying to regain the dominant position. PJ didn't care about position, she just kept working Sunny's pussy relentlessly, heating the blonde up to as high a degree of arousal as possible. PJ had done hundreds of these sexfights and there wasn't much she hadn't done or had done to her. Sunny finally struggled back on top and straddled PJ, certain she was winning their perverted dance.

Suddenly, Sunny closed her eyes and whimpered as waves of pleasure swept through her. Her heart pounded and her mouth flew open with a strangled cry of pleasure. PJ played along, panting, groaning and pretending she was into the sex as much, if not more, than Sunny.

Sunny arched her back as she got up on her knees straddling PJ's waist. Both of Sunny's hands were behind her, one on PJ's thigh for support and the other between PJ's open legs with three fingers deep inside her. Sunny's eyes were closed, her head back and her long, blonde hair sweeping back and forth across her shoulders as she twisted her head ecstatically.

PJ had a hand under Sunny's hips, her fingers curled up and moving with a steady rhythm. Her fingernail rasping the sensitive tip of Sunny's erect and hard little clitoris. Without breaking rhythm, PJ reached into her boot and pulled out a small, shiny silver vibrator from it's holster. She held it up to the crowd and they gasped as she winked at them knowingly. PJ licked it to wet the tip then, as the crowd fell silent, slid it smoothly and effortlessly under Sunny and upward. It slid easily deep into her well-lubricated and dripping pussy. PJ worked her little "silver bullet," as she called it, in and out.

For an instant, Sunny seemed oblivious to what was happening, then her eyes flew open and her free hand came around, slapping and pawing at PJ's wrist as her body went bolt upright. Sunny's torso stiffened, then she jerked a couple of times before, slowly, she slumped and toppled off of PJ and fell on her side. She half seemed to try to get away, yet moaning with pleasure at the same time.

The tide of battle had turned dramatically!

PJ had taken control of the uneven battle like the pro she was. Moving deliberately, she rolled Sunny over onto her back. As Sunny's limp body collapsed limp on the floor, PJ held Sunny by the waist and pulled herself up, her hand still twirling the silver bullet between Sunny's weak, flailing, legs.

Hot as hell, but limp, Sunny sobbed, "NOOOoooo...ooooOOOH! OH OH!" as another climax shook her superheated body.

Sunny was still not fully aware of what PJ had done to her, but the crowd was on their feet as PJ rose to her knees over Sunny, never slowing her ceaseless vibing. She lifted Sunny's limp legs up and folded them back over her body until her knees touched her erect nipples. PJ leaned forward, winking and playing to the crowd, as Sunny lost all restraint and surrendered to the sensation in her fevered loins. PJ stood, pushing Sunny's feet back over her head before she turned around and sat down over the back of Sunny's legs, straddling her torso and the back of her calves, facing the audience over Sunny's up-turned hips. PJ's weight forced Sunny's toes to the floor on either side of her head. The audience gasped and let out a collective, "aaaaaaaaaah" at how submissively their 'headliner' had permitted PJ to fold her limber body over double.

Finally, as if Sunny had came out of her sex-trance and realized her predicament, she reached around PJ's hips trying to reach the hand working the vibrator in and out of her pussy. It was unclear if she was trying to pull the vibrator out or just work it faster, but no one cared, least of all PJ. It was too late to stop her, she'd wrested control of the battle from Sunny and wouldn't give it back.

The limber blonde cried out as a third, the strongest yet, orgasm swept through her fevered body. Sunny's long, tan legs jerked as her muscles spasmed in protest. Her back arched and her hips came off the stage as she struggled in vain against PJ's weight on her chest. PJ moved back a bit to increase the pressure on Sunny's legs and keep her pinned. Leaning forward, PJ pounded away at Sunny's gaping wet pussy with the silver vibrator, smiling at the crowd and grinning maniacally. The crowd chanted, screamed approval and clapped rhythmically as Sunny yelled up into PJ's bottom . . . than she came!. And came and came. Sunny gushed a river! Her hands opened and closed as her body convulsed. She'd lost whatever control she'd retained. Girl cum flowed from her gaping pussy and streamed in rivulets down over her belly onto her chest as it disappeared under PJ's butt.

PJ laughed and bounced up and down as if riding a bucking bronco. She used one hand to keep working the vibrator and waved the other over her head like a cowboy. After every few thrusts with the vib, PJ brought her other hand down and gave Sunny's upturned ass a sharp, "SMACK!" Sunny's fair skin quickly turned pink from the spanking and before long both cheeks were a bright rosy red. Every "SMACK" was audible over the hard-driving, thumping of the music and the jeers of the crowd. Each spank forced Sunny to clench her muscles which, of course, heightened the sensations the vibrator was creating in her pussy.

PJ kept it up until she felt Sunny's body spasm over and over again, then Sunny went limp. PJ looked over she shoulder and saw Sunny's arms spread on the stage as if crucified. Her face was crimson, her torso sweat-slicked and her heaving belly smeared with her own juices. Sunny's eyes were closed, her mouth open and she was panting. She'd been done in by PJ's expert technique and unrelenting attack.

PJ slowly removed her vibrator, held it up and ran her tongue the length of it and then swirled it around the tip, licking it clean. She smacked her lips with obvious relish, then threw it into the crowd. A scramble ensued to claim the souvenir as Sunny started to regain her senses. Once she came to and figured out what happened, she squirmed and struggled trying to get from under PJ's butt. But PJ won't permit it! Panicking, Sunny grunted and strained, kicked her feet and she pushed on PJ's bottom with her hands. PJ just laughed at her feeble efforts and, seeing the humor of it, the audience joined in laughing at their 'headliner's' humiliation.

"Gee, I guess she wants up now that she's had her 'gasm's," PJ giggled. "She's such an impatient little slut. Should let her up? Or do you wanna watch me have some more fun with this red-hot fuck-toy?"

The question brought a loud cheer from the crowd. PJ interpreted it to mean, "Don't let her up" so she resumed her little game although by now Sunny was as mad as a wet cat.

"Dammit Sparxx," Sunny grunted, "Get your big, fat nasty ass off'n me!!"

"OOOOh?", PJ cooed mockingly. "You giving the orders now? The customer is always right, don't you know that Miss McKay?"

Again, PJ asked the audience, "Should I let Miss McKay up?"

PJ deliberately used a tone of respect she didn't really feel toward Sunny which just added insult to Sunny's injury.

There was much giggling and clapping when someone suggested an abuse PJ could inflict but others wanted a more hard core type of domming. Grinning, PJ looked down at Sunny's luscious, heart-shaped bottom and fondled it with both hands, slapping and playfully beating on it like a bongo drum. Sunny screamed in protest, squirming and struggling as best as she could with PJ's weight pinning her legs while having her torso bent double made it impossible for her to catch her breath.

No matter how much Sunny struggled, she was helpless. PJ paddled her bottom until both cheeks were bright red. Sunny, in tears, stopped struggling and put her hands over her face cussing PJ between sobs. Unfortunately, her cursing just made PJ spank harder and faster in her desire to humiliate and punish Sunny even more. The scene built to a riotous climax with PJ spanking, the raucous crowd cheering and Sunny crying uncontrollably.

Finally, PJ stood up and let Sunny's legs unfold. They flopped over and dropped on the stage in a "V." PJ walked to the front of the stage and took a bow as her new fans cheered. Over and over PJ blew kisses to the adoring fans as Sunny lay sprawled on her back, long legs spread shamelessly, hands over her face and her body jerking as she was racked with sobs. Aside from the applause and jeers of the audience, the only sound was Sunny's sobbing in humiliated exhaustion as she tried to catch her breath.

Finally, as PJ enjoyed the admiration of the crowd that, less than an hour before had been Sunny's, the beaten blonde rolled over and tried to sit up. Halfway up, however, she collapsed and fell on her back. PJ blew a last kiss to her adoring fans and, smiling sweetly, pirouetted on one foot and started to leave. Then she saw Sunny, who had gotten to her hands and knees, crawling off the stage with her head hanging in shame. Sunny's long blonde hair, wet with sweat, was plastered to her head, hiding her face.

Walking over to her, PJ put her foot on Sunny's ass and shoved. Sunny sprawled face down on the wooden stage, her body making a wet, "THWAP" sound as it hit the floor.

"You tiny-titted little sex slut," PJ sneered. "You just keep that bony ass on the floor. In fact, I want you to lay there on your belly while the *star* makes her exit."

PJ walked to the curtain, bent over and shook her terrific bottom at the audience as Sunny cussed and got blushing to her feet. PJ threw the curtain aside and swivel-hipped off stage just as Sunny got up and ran after her hated rival. Sunny disappeared behind the curtain and a moment later there was a bone chilling scream and a loud "CRASH" followed by the sounds of confused yelling and people running around.

Sunny's adventure continues in "Chapter 4: A Knotty Problem"