MITZI IN HOLLYWOOD Chapter 15 (Ladies First) Mitzi Gaynor vs. Debra Paget - by Kim and Ginny

Mitzi ran from the ring in tears, her bare breasts jiggling despite her attempts to cover them with her arms. She threw open the door to the ladies room and slammed it behind her, leaning against it to keep anyone from following. After a few moments to collect herself, she wiped the tears from her eyes as she trudged slowly to the sink. She leaned forward and studied her face in the mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy; her mascara streaked by tears and her lipstick smeared . She shuddered at the thought that her fans had seen her humiliated like that. She was filling a sink with water when Ethel Merman came in bringing Mitzi her purse. She also had a champagne bucket filled with ice. Ethel dumped the ice in the sink and while Mitzi bent and submerged her face in the icy water, stroked her back and consoled her.

"It's alright hon, that didn't mean nothin'. Forget it. She's a bitch. Next time you'll beat her when it counts and that'll be your revenge."

Mitzi stood up and looked in the mirror, hoping she'd see the cold water reduced the effects of her crying, then took a deep breath and plunged her face back in the water. After several immersions, Mitzi dried her face and began to make herself more presentable. She reached down to her bra that hung loose at her waist but Ethel brushed her hands away, pulled it up and used her rough hands to smooth it over Mitzi's excited breasts. She fumbled with it, trying to fasten it before she took it off, examined it and tossed it in the corner.

"I told you not to wear this lil' ol' thing," Ethel whispered as she lovingly thumbed Mitzi's hard nipples. "It's ruined. See, the hooks bent and one of the seams tore. You should worry more about protecting these perfect breasts instead of flaunting your cleavage."

Ethel bent and took Mitzi's hard nipple in her mouth, suckling it and working it with her lips until she felt Mitzi relax. She straightened, and a thin strand of spittle hung momentarily between her tongue and the tip of the pink bud. Ethel kissed Mitzi, then looked around for her dress as Mitzi caught her breath. Ethel always had always had a calming effect on Mitzi when she got excited.

"Where's your clothes dear? I'll help you get dressed, then you gotta go back and show 'em you ain't afraid of Shirley."

Mitzi blushed as she remembered she'd left her dress behind in the ring her haste to escape the laughter of her "fans" after her abysmal performance in the arm wrestling contest with Shirley.

"Oh dammit. Ethel, can you get my dress? It's on the ropes in my corner. I can't go out there like this. Would you get it and bring it in here? Then I'm going home to have a good long cry."

Ethel snorted, "I'll get the dress, but you ain't leavin'. You're comin' out to sit with us. I won't let you run off an' hide, that's just what Shirley and Gretchen want. Frank'd skin you alive if you pulled a stunt like that. You wait rat cheer, I'll be back with your dress in a minute."

She left Mitzi leaning over the sink studying her reflection in the mirror as her full breasts swung beneath her heaving chest. She was still excited from Ethel's attention and still a little out of breath after the one-sided contest with Shirley. She wondered how her life had gotten so messed up as she heaved a massive sigh at the sight of her eyes which were still puffy and swollen despite the ice cold bath.

A few minutes later, Mitzi was putting on lipstick and lost in thought. She didn't know Debra Paget had come in behind her until she gave her a spank that was so hard she jumped and dropped her lipstick. She spun angrily to confront her attacker and when Debra saw her face she laughed. Mitzi's reaction to the spank had sent a streak of lipstick across her cheek. She stared at Debra with shock, her lips forming a small, tight "o."

Mitzi rubbed her bottom as Debra purred cattily, "You're startin' to spread hon. But then that 'bubble butt' should come in handy as you keep getting knocked on your ass. You better get a good girdle for support."

Seeing Mitzi rubbing her left arm, Debra added, "And maybe we can get a matching sling. Did Shirley break something, or just twist your poor little arm a little too much? I guess it's just as well we know how much help you need before you can go back on display."

Mitzi ignored the snide comments until she realized that Debra had the dress over her shoulder that Ethel was looking for. Nervously, she cleared her throat and asked, "Where's Ethel and why have you got my dress?"

"Don't worry about that ol' hag," Debra said. "She's out drinking and having a fine time. Frank sent me to give it to you in person."

"OK, you've run your little errand," Mitzi said holding out her hand. "Gimme my dress and get out. I want a few minutes to myself."

Wiping tears from her eyes with one hand, Mitzi leaned forward, reaching for her dress other. Debra stepped back as she held the dress, taunting Mitzi and keeping it just out of her reach. Then she dropped it on the floor.

"Oops!" Debra said mockingly.

Mitzi froze and Debra kicked the dress across the tiles. It came to rest at Mitzi's feet.

"Pick it up, NOW!" she snapped. "Quit crying like a baby, put it on and get out there. Frank has some news for you before the next fight."

"What news?" Mitzi asked, her voice trembling. "What's he want with me? What'd he tell you?"

Debra grinned at Mitzi's nervousness as she said, "Well, I shouldn't tell you this, but after that humiliating show, he's gonna replace you with the winner of the North-Mansfield fight." Then, as she saw a questioning look on Mitzi's face she added, "Oh, don't feel left out. He promised me a rematch with you like I shoulda had a long time ago. Now come on!"

Debra grabbed Mitzi's aching left arm, causing the startled dancer to wince and stumble as she was jerked toward the door. Mitzi's eyes flashed with fire as she pulled free of Debra's grasp and quickly bent to scoop up her dress from the tile floor. She straightened and, leaning on the sink for support, lifted a foot to step into the dress.

"I'm not gonna say any of that. Now get outta here and lemme dress in peace," said the defiant dancer as she raised her other foot.

Debra sneered, "Careful hon. It wasn't a request. Frank told me to drag you out if you delay. Now, come on, get your chubby ass into that dress or I'll drag you out there stark naked, beat the hell out of you and toss your washed up ass at Frank's feet. You know what he'll do then, don't you? Drop you like a bad habit! When word gets out, you'll be as good as blacklisted in Hollywood, too. Looks like you're losing more than that dyke girlfriend now. You see a pattern there fat ass?"

Mitzi gritted her teeth as she wiggled her hips while she pulled the tight dress up to her waist. She wasn't even looking at Debra as she started to mutter, "Fuck you, bitc...."

Debra never let her finish the phrase. She grabbed Mitzi by her sore arm and kicked her legs out from under her, dropping Mitzi to the hard tiles on her ass as her feet flew out from under her.

"Oh goody!" Debra said with a lilt in her tone, "Just what I wanted. Get up! I'm gonna enjoy this"

Mitzi winced in pain as she struggled to untangle her legs from the dress which was wrapped around her feet but Debra used her arm and a handful of hair to haul her to her feet as she tried to get her balance. Debra let go of her hair and took her other arm, then shoved her backward against the sink, bending her back over it until her head touched the mirror.

"You're nothin' Gaynor. I'm gonna make you crawl out there an then humiliate you in front of everybody. I know you'd rather look a little foolish than get hurt tryin' to fight. No wonder Frank's sick and tired of you. This may be your last performance for him but it'll sure be a memorable one."

Debra used her thighs to pin Mitzi's body against the counter. Mitzi squirmed as she tried to resist the power of the brunette's body, kicking her feet as she desperately tried to rid herself of the tangled dress around her ankles. She could feel the brunettes breasts mashing hers as she tried to arch her chest and force Debra back to get room to breathe.

"Noooooo, please don't," Mitzi moaned, "let me go. . ."

"Face it," Debra smirked, "you were more than merely lucky in our fight but now it's just the two of us, all alone in here. We both know who'll win. Quit struggling and do as you're told and I won't have to hurt you."

Mitzi looked at her without fully comprehending what she meant. Debra saw her confusion and laughed.

"You're going out there and tell Frank you're quitting. If you won't go willingly, I'm gonna beat the hell out of you and drag your naked ass out there. I want everyone to hear you squeal like the pig you are. What's it going to be? You wanna tell Frank or you want me to tell him for you? He can't wait to get rid of you since you're a lousy bet. You've got 30 seconds to decide."

Debra felt Mitzi's struggles subside as she considered her situation. Debra relaxed too and, glanced over Mitzi's shoulder at her own reflection in the mirror. Frowning, she reached up and patted a stray strand of hair back in place. She wanted to look her best when she dragged Mitzi out and proved to Frank and everyone she was her superior.

With Debra distracted by her preening, Mitzi suddenly pushed off from the sink and made a break for the door. She couldn't get past Debra who stuck out her foot and tripped her to the floor on her stomach.

Laughing Debra jabbed her in the ass with her toe, "Not so fast as some seem to think, are you? Now, I'm going to have to tear you up for trying that stupid little trick."

"Please," Mitzi moaned, "Let me get dressed and get myself together first. Then I'll do anything you ask."

Debra shook her head, "Uh-uh! It's too late to negotiate now. Besides, I'm not 'asking' I'm 'telling' you. You tried to run away. Frank warned me not to allow resistance. Now get up, let's go see him. I want to hear you make your little speech."

Mitzi didn't move so Debra grabbed her sore arm with one hand and her hair with the other as she pulled her off the floor and shoved her toward the door. Mitzi was wearing just her panties, garter belt and nylons as Debra let go of her hair to reach around her to open the door. But as Debra turned the handle and pulled, Mitzi raised her leg and kicked it shut. The loud "crack" of the door slamming was drowned out by the gasps of the audience in the arena for, at that same instant, Jayne's leg snapped when Sheree leaned back on her figure four leglock.

Mitzi twisted her upper body as she pushed off the door with her foot. She arced backward, pulled her arm free of Debra's grasp and wrapped her other arm around the brunette's neck. They tumbled to the floor with Mitzi on top but despite her scream of surprise, Debra got a handful of Mitzi's hair as they rolled over and over. They came to rest against the wall beneath the sink with Mitzi on top.

Debra bucked and kicked, trying desperately to escape from under the angry blonde who just moments before had appeared beaten. With her hands in Mitzi's hair, Debra pulled and tugged, ripping out clumps of the blonde tresses before her eyes caught the gleaming silver pipes just inches from Mitzi's head. With her feet planted firmly against the wall for leverage, Debra used the strength in her shoulders and upper arms to slam Mitzi's head against the pipes with a dull CLANK.

Mitzi went limp and collapsed on Debra, her full, firm breasts pressed to Debra's equally full, firm breasts. Mitzi's mouth lay lip-to-lip with Debra's until the brunette rolled Mitzi off and crawled out from under the sink. She planted her feet in Mitzi's side and shoved her body all the way under the sink, using the thrust from her legs to slide herself on her bottom across the tile floor and out from under the sink. She stood up and looked down at Mitzi, shaking her head at her rival's pathetically short-lived escape attempt.

"Just had to make it hard on yourself, didn't you, you stupid cunt? Well, because you did that, I'm gonna really make you sorry you didn't take the easy way out when I offered."

Debra brushed off her clothes, smoothed her dress over her hips and butt, adjusted it at her bosom and leaned against the wall to wait as Mitzi moaned and rolled onto her back holding her head in both hands. Mitzi looked up and blinked, Debra was upside down! She slowly rolled over onto her stomach, then crawled out from under the sink on her knees and elbows until she bumped into Debra's legs. The brunette reached down and lifted Mitzi's head using a handful of hair.

"I'm gonna enjoy this hon. Oh, yes I am," she sneered as Mitzi winced and had to put her hands on Debra's hips to support herself as she struggled to get to her feet.

"Getting up would be a mistake," Deb sneered as she put her hands on Mitzi's shoulders and forced her back down to her hands and knees. "Stay on your knees, you look right at home there. Don't get up unless you're ready to come out and tell Frank what I want. Well?"

Mitzi held her throbbing head with her left hand, leaning forward on her right arm and looked up at Debra. Her head was bowed, her loose hair cascading over her face.

Her voice was barely audible, but she shook her head and murmured, "I can't...won't do that. Just, please, go away and leave me alone."

"Oh, what's wrong?" Debra cooed. "Is poor lil' Miss Mitzi gonna have a cry? That's what you did after Shirley beat your bottom in the restaurant wasn't it?"

Debra squatted in front of her. She grabbed her under the chin, lifted her head and pinched her cheeks together to make her lips "pucker." She looked deep into Mitzi's eyes for a long moment before she spoke.

"Seeing you here, like this, I know your problem must be that dyke manager of yours. If she really cared for you, she wouldn't put you in that position with such rough girls. Ever wonder why she does that? I bet she's one of those who gets off seeing you hurt and humiliated like that. She really is better off with Gretchen, they're two of a kind. You have no idea what a favor she did when she let that whore Nikki go down on her."

"Don't you dare talk about Nikki like that you... you... you bitch!" Mitzi sputtered, her beautiful eyes flashing as they hadn't in weeks. "She loves me and I love her! Nothing can change that. I'll kill you if you don't stop saying those awful things about her." She pushed Debra away and sighed, "Please, just leave me alone. I don't want to fight, not tonight. Frank told us to behave."

"You stupid bitch," Debra chuckled, "Who do you think sent me in here to get you? Your resistance just makes it more fun."

"I guess that means you won't give me any choice except to fight or go out there and tell all those lies," Mitzi sighed.

"Oh, how true. Either way, I'm gonna make you quit fighting," Debra said. "And I'm gonna send a message to all the other overblown cows in this league. Look at you. You're too soft for fighting. You're on your ass and begging me not to hurt you. No wonder Nikki left you for Gretchen. She's a strong, dominant woman. Obviously, that's what Nikki wants, not some pathetic little weakling like you."

Mitzi's face flushed as she reacted angrily to Debra's taunt, "I told you to leave Nikki out of this, bitch. Now shut up about her or you'll eat your words."

Debra chuckled. "Talk, talk. That's all you're good for . . . well, at least that's all you're good for as far as I'm concerned. I think Ethel, Nikki and some of the other girls think you have a real future in other areas, but not in fighting. You're too soft and too easy to beat. So, now that you've had a couple of minutes to think it over, have you come to your senses and are going to make your little speech? Or do I have to knock you down and drag your naked carcass out by the hair. I hope you chose the second, because that's what I really want, to put you on display for everyone to ogle and laugh at like the pathetic joke you are."

Mitzi sat up and leaned back on her arms, her knees pulled up in front of her and her head bowed. She muttered something that Debra couldn't understand, so she leaned over and asked her to repeat it. Suddenly, without setting herself or giving any sign of preparation, Mitzi's right leg snapped straight up in the air in her famous 'chorus kick' move. Her heel smacked into the side of Debra's jaw and dropped her as if she'd been shot.

As Debra's body lay at her feet, Mitzi rose languidly, using a hand on the wall to support herself as she stood, her disheveled hair hanging down over her eyes, her round little tummy heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Once on her feet, she brushed her forearm across her face, pushing the sweat from her brow into her tousled hair and matting it against her head. There was a little blood mixed in with the sweat and it gave her hair a reddish highlight.

She stood over Debra's body and grinned down at her fallen foe. "You still haven't learned to protect yourself against my 'chorus kick' you dumb whore. When you wake up, go back and tell Frank you delivered his message. Then keep out of my way. I'm sick and tired of everyone attacking me and making fun of me. You're the last bitch who's going to get away with it, tell your friends that when you wake up."

She pulled Debra up by her hair and slapped her face until she started to struggle weakly, her legs kicking. Once Mitzi knew Debra was awake, she slammed her down on her back and dropped her ass on her stomach grinning proudly. She clamped her thighs around Debra's waist, grabbed her dress at the neck and yanked hard. One of the straps was already torn and the other tore free as Mitzi jerked her dress down to her waist. Her perky breasts came free and Mitzi commented about her small nipples being hard from the excitement of battle, or possible the excitement of being so completely dominated.

Once Mitzi had Debra pinned to the floor, she ripped into her with a vengeance fueled by anger and frustration. She cuffed Debra about the face and slapped her bare breasts back and forth, all the time muttering about how she would, "... take out my frustrations on your ass." As Debra's legs twitched weakly, Mitzi looked down at her closed eyes and flushed face. She slapped Debra back and forth until she started to cry tears of shame and humiliation.

Mitzi smiled as she lifted Debra's arms and pinned her hands to the floor over her head. The brunette didn't resist, meekly allowing her to arrange her in any position she wished. All resistance had faded. Debra no longer wanted a fight, only to end the humiliating experience of having been beaten by Mitzi a second time.

Mitzi bent over and whispered, "You know hon, you may be a good actress someday, but as a fighter you're the one whose outta her league. Look at you, you're a mess. I took you lightly in the ring the first time and tonight you took me by surprise but I beat you both times. Looks like it proves you don't have a chance against me in a fair fight."

Mitzi got up and put on her own dress, not stopping to zip it up, then grabbed a handful of Debra's hair and hauled her to her feet. She yelped of protest, but her hands were on Mitzi's wrists as she scrambled to get her feet under her to lessen the pain in her scalp.

"Now,' Mitzi hissed, "What say we go out there to see how Frank really feels about someone dragging a naked girl out there and throwing her at him."

Debra pleaded, "Please, no.....I gave up. Don't hurt me any more. Don't do this....not in front of them."

Debra tried to get away, pushing Mitzi and scrambling to her feet. She only got one step before Mitzi grabbed her arm, spun her around and drove her fist deep into her stomach. It knocking all the breath out of her and sent her reeling back to the wall, her bare breasts jiggling. Debra leaned against the tiles as Mitzi reached down, grasped the hem of Debra's tight dress and pulled it up over her head, exposing a pair of pink panties and matching garter belt. Debra was blinded and her arms were trapped inside the sheath, leaving her body exposed and vulnerable. Mitzi pummeled Debra's body with one fist while she held the dress over her head with the other. Poor Debra tried to get away, but she couldn't see which way to run and Mitzi held her too tight for her to escape. Debra could neither escape nor fight back as Mitzi opened the door to the ladies room and marched her out into the arena.

**

In the arena, Frank was looking for Debra. He had realized that both she and Mitzi were nowhere to be found. With Jayne's injury and Sheree's unexpected emergence as a force in his league, his carefully laid plans were knocked into a cocked hat. He not only couldn't dump Mitzi now, he desperately needed her beauty and vulnerability as a drawing card. Everyone knew of her feud with Sheree, and as far as Frank was concerned one buxom actress was as good as another in a fight. He'd have Mitzi fill in for Jayne until the well-endowed blond was back on her feet and use her rivalry with Sheree to sell tickets.

"Where's Debra?" Frank asked Gretchen who shrugged. She was having too much fun celebrating Shirley's victory with Nikki to care about anyone but herself and her own girls.

"Have you seen Mitzi?" he asked Cyd who shook her head. Cyd was more concerned about Jayne's injury than Mitzi's disappearance.

Frank screamed, "Mitzi! Dammit woman, where're you hiding? Get over here, we need to talk." Then he muttered to himself, "I hope Debra hasn't fucked things up already."

**

Everyone's attention was on the sobbing Jayne Mansfield being lifted onto a stretcher when they heard a blood-curdling scream from the back of the room. They turned to see the door to the Ladies Room open and a grinning Mitzi drag a woman out with her dress over her head. Debra's legs were kicking weakly but her struggles ended when Mitzi dropped her on her back and sat on her stomach grinning in triumph.

Anyone who thought Mitzi had an easy time with Debra would quickly have been dissuaded when they got a closer look, for she showed the ravages of the tough fight as well. Her hair was a mess, standing straight out where Debra had yanked on it and there was the beginning of a black eye where Debra's fist had landed. Mitzi's lower lip was swollen and bleeding and her dress hung loosely from her shoulder. She kept tugging at it whenever it slipped and threatened to expose one of her perfect breasts.

Debra was such a sight, however, no one paid Mitzi much attention at the time. Her dress was pulled up over her head from around her waist so that her red belly and all below it were on lewd display. Mitzi waited until everyone rushed over and gathered around before she dumped Debra onto her belly. She was glassy-eyed and tried to get up but she was still on her knees when Mitzi put her foot on her ass and sent her sprawling onto her stomach. Mitzi stood proudly over her victim and let everyone soak up the image of her as the proud winner before she used Debra's hair to pull her up again.

Debra gave a little yelp and begged, "Please, no.....I gave up. Don't hurt me any more. Don't do this....not in front of them."

Mitzi pushed Debra against the wall and cruelly drove a fist into Debra's stomach, driving the breath out of her and ending her protest. With Debra slumping limply, Mitzi reached down and lifted the hem of Debra's dress, pulling it up over her head again, to expose her panties. Mitzi reared back and slammed Debra in the soft round bulge of flesh halfway between the elastic waistband of her panties and the crotch panel. Debra's knees buckled and as she sagged to her knees, Mitzi whipped the dress right off over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra and her full, firm breasts flew free as the dress came off. The crowd gasped at the sight of the gorgeous brunette wearing just panties, garter belt, stockings and a pearl necklace. Debra screamed and covered her bosom with both hands, her skin flushing bright red.

Mitzi pranced Debra across the dance floor using a handful of hair as a handle while everyone still in the room forgot about Jayne's broken arm to crowd around to see what Mitzi would do. Debra, groggy and weak in the knees, stumbled and leaned on Mitzi to keep from falling. Although conscious, she was too dazed to fully realize what was happening, or even care at that point.

Frank was going crazy. He loved this stuff, but he was worried the fight would ruin his party. But since the audience was having so much fun, he let Mitzi continue while he did a slow burn. He turned, glaring threateningly at Ethel who returned his gaze and shrugged. Saying in effect, "Don't blame me, I had nothing to do with it."

Mitzi dragged Debra's limp body across the ballroom and threw her on her back across Franks table.

Mitzi shouted at Frank, "You bastard! You sent this little slut in there to try an intimidate me! I oughtta walk right out of your damn league and never look back."

Mitzi looked down at Debra who was laying sprawled on the table, her hands clasped over her heaving bosom as she tried to think of what to do next. Then she snapped at Frank, "Whatta ya gonna do, make a deal with 'that' to replace me? She's not in my class Frank, I think even you should realize it."

Frank angrily denied it. As if to prove himself, he pointed his finger at Debra, "I warned you girls about making trouble during the party. Since you can't follow orders, you're fired!"

Debra was stunned.

"Frank, no! You can't. I was just doing what you tol..."

"Shut up," he snarled, glaring at her with the unmistakable intent of silencing her before she spilled the beans about his orders. "I don't want to hear any excuses. Everybody knew I didn't want my party ruined by you broads brawling like alley cats. Keep your mouth shut or it'll go harder on ya."

Mitzi eyed Frank suspiciously, wondering if perhaps she'd been too hasty in accusing him of sending Debra after her. After all, Debra had a reputation as a spitfire and a hothead. It wasn't impossible that Debra made the story up about Frank just to upset her. If so, she succeeded beyond expectations. And she'd paid the price for it as a result. Now Mitzi realized that, if she'd accused Frank unfairly, she had to be careful since she really needed the jobs fighting for him would bring.

"Look baby," Frank said, resting a hand on Mitzi's shoulder and massaging both her overheated flesh and her ego simultaneously. "I'd never do nothin' to hurt your chances in the league. Hell, the fans all love you. I just sent her in bring your dress 'cause I know you didn't wanna miss the big fight, seein's how you're such a fan of Sheree's like you are."

He turned to the crowd and asked, "You all love Mitzi, don't you?"

The audience muttered, "Yeah" and then began to applaud slowly, rhythmically, as they stood to encourage Mitzi not to quit the league.

"We love you Mitz," one woman yelled.

"Don't let 'em run you off baby," an older woman yelled, "they need you here."

Frank smiled as he tugged at the strap of Mitzi's dress which had slipped from her shoulder.

"See? Now get yourself cleaned up an looking respectable. Let's you and me dance, this is supposed to be my party. Ethel was telling me I let Shirley go to far twisting your arm but it looks like you made a remarkable recovery. Grab a glass, let's drink to your next challenge, that silly boxing match with Shirley."

Then he pointed at Ethel, "And I want to talk to you about that before you leave tonight!"

Mitzi sighed, "OK, but I'm not finished yet. I got something to say to Shirley too."

She pointed at Shirley, "Let this be a lesson, bitch! Take a good look at what happens when people pick fights with me! The same's gonna happen to you."

Shirley and Gretchen exchanged a look, then Shirley mockingly said to Frank, "Oh Frank please don't let your 'Hungarian Tiger' loose on me. I'm soooo scared."

Gretchen said with a smirk, "Well, Shirl, looks like you're gonna be facing a new Mitzi."

"Don't let that fool you," Shirley said as she jabbed her thumb in Debra's direction. "Mitzi hasn't changed. Hell, she probably sucker punched Deb to take her out. Besides, everybody beats Deb, even Mitzi whipped her in her very first fight. Don't think this is a big deal."

"Don't worry Shirl," Gretchen said as she hugged her. "When the time comes, we'll teach her a thing or two. I haven't been in this game as long as I have without learning a couple of tricks myself."

Shirley put down her drink and started toward Mitzi but Frank, Ethel and Gretchen jumped in between them to prevent trouble before their egos got out of hand.

"OK fans, there you have it," Frank said. "The fight's gonna be right here in a month and it looks like that might even surpass what Sheree did tonight for excitement."

Mitzi looked around and saw the medics rolling Jayne's stretcher out the door. When she asked what happened, she was shocked to hear what Sheree did to Jayne. Then Frank repeated what Sheree said about how she'd do the same to Mitzi when she gets a fight with her.

Mitzi turned pale. "Did she really do that to Jayne? That's awful. Sheree's always been kinda crazy, but this is too much."

Shirley walked over to the table where Debra lay trembling, watching what was going on without a thought of trying to escape. She was in shock after her humiliation by Mitzi and unexpected firing by Frank, so she just lay there staring at the ceiling.

"Hey Mitzi," Shirley said as she reached down and whipped Debra's breasts back and forth a couple of times with her open hand. "They're nice and fat! Just like yours. And your's are gonna be nice big targets when you bring 'em in the ring and I can get my fists on them." Debra tried to protect her breasts, but when she did, Shirley hit her in the stomach and gave her a sharp warning. She docilely dropped her hands to her sides. Mitzi saw Debra's lower lip quiver and knew she wouldn't resist what Shirley was about to do.

Shirley picked up her handbag and straddled Debra's waist, grabbed her right breast and squeezed until the hard little nipple jutted straight up. "Remember what I said about targets?" Shirley said, looking over her shoulder at Mitzi. She drew a circle around the nipple and a larger one outside that. She topped it off by pressing the tip of the lipstick to Debra's nipple and giving it a twirl.

"Bulls-eye!"

She let go and the breast sagged on her chest, shifting to the side as the flesh settled in her armpit. She did the same with the other breast, then stood up to face Mitzi who had watched without showing emotion. She jabbed her index finger in Mitzi's chest.

"Yours will be the target when we meet, bitch. These big, soft, droopy tits of yours. I'll make you quit and then kiss my ass, just because I hit you ...." She dug a manicured fingernail into Mitzi's breast, making her wince in pain, ".... right THERE!"

Shirley dropped the lipstick back in her purse, crossed her arms over her bosom and leaned back to admire her decoration of Debra's chest. She giggled wickedly at the sight of the actress' lipstick smeared breasts then, with a cruel laugh, raised her foot and pushed Debra off the table onto the floor. She landed with a thud and a loud grunt. Shirley stepped on Debra's ass as she walked over her and took Nikki's arm, casting a lascivious grin back at Mitzi.

"And your ex-girlfriend is going to be right here at ringside to see me humble you Miss High and Mighty Mitzi. I can't wait to see the look on her face when I make you crawl back to your corner after I whip you. Oh, and then I'm gonna whip that pink bottom of yours again. You remember how much you enjoy that, don't you?"

Mitzi's face turned bright red as she fought to control her famously short temper. It always got her in trouble and this was no exception.

"I'm sick of seeing you two treat Nikki like your plaything," Mitzi yelled, yanking her arm free of Ethel who tried to restrain her headstrong young protégé. "You want to bet on the fight? I want Nikki back after I beat you. Put her up or stop running your yap."

Shirley was surprised, as much by Mitzi's cocky air as her suggestion of a bet on their fight. They'd already bet a mid-ring spanking for the loser on it, but Mitzi wanted to raise the stakes. Shirley looked at Gretchen, unsure if she wanted to risk her new slave on Shirley's boxing prowess. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded.

"OK, you're on," Shirley said, pumping her fist in the air. "Winner gets to spank the loser and if by some miracle you win, you get your girlfriend back. Of course, I'm gonna win and when I do, Gretchen wants you to move in with her to join Nikki in Gretchen's stable. Are you that confident of your ability blondie?"

Mitzi's jaw dropped at the terms Shirley proposed, but when she hesitated, Gretchen chuckled and slapped Nikki's bottom. Nikki yelped in surprise, then Gretchen said, "Looks like we're going to have to make room in your cage for another tiger, Nikki. You better not forget who you're working for between now and the fight. I expect you to live up to our contract. Now come along, let's go dance before we head home for some fun 'n' games."

Gretchen jerked Nikki's leash and the tall blonde's body twitched as her head was snapped. She pranced along with her Mistress and Shirley turned to follow, grinning as she walked away swiveling her hips provocatively. From her posture, it was clear she knew she'd once again bested Mitzi in their on-going battle of wits.

Everyone turned back to ogle Debra who was shaking uncontrollably as she wept at the punishment, physical and emotional, she'd suffered. Ethel pulled Mitzi away to the ladies room to clean her up for her dance with Frank, but Mitzi glanced back over her shoulder at Shirley who was standing with Frank as he they loaded Debra into the ambulance with Jayne so her swollen jaw could be checked to see if Mitzi's 'chorus kick' had broken it.

The party went on as if nothing unusual had happened and, considering all that happened at Frank's parties, perhaps it wasn't that unusual after all. Mitzi bit her lip nervously and wondered what the devil she could have been thinking when she agreed to a boxing match.

She turned to Ethel and whispered, "I better find myself a boxing coach. This is going to get ugly."

Ethel grabbed Mitzi by the shoulders and turned her around to face her and glared at her, searching her protégé's face. As she turned, Mitzi winced and grabbed her throbbing shoulder.

"You can't agree to that evil bargain," Ethel said. "I won't permit it. I don't care if she has Nikki, you're better off without her anyway. But I'm not going to allow her to get her hands on you. Remember, I'm your manager."

Mitzi's face flushed and her lips pursed. "Shut up Momma. You say you're be my manager? Then see if you can manage to find me a coach to train me for this boxing match. My mind's made up, I'm going to do this whether you like it or not!"

"Don't worry baby," Ethel sighed, "I've been talking to the perfect coach. After what's happened in the last few minutes, I think she'll be willing to give us a hand. Come on, let's go see Cyd Charisse."

Continue to Mitzi Chapter Sixteen