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Subject: {ASSM} Sexfight at the Pleasuredome I (FF, sexfight, reluc, celeb)
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This is part one of an ongoing series that is written when I have time
to do it.  This work is purely fictional, and does not represent the
actual celebrities' lifestyles.  Though...wouldn't it be nice if it
did...

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Sexfight at the PleasureDome
by Trendsetter

So this was it.  This was the "The Dome".  Mandy Moore sat her bag on
the chair on the chair in front of her mirror, and looked around.
This was a small dressing room for her.  She was used to more
elaborate setups but it had to do.  She could've complained but that
just wasn't her style.  All the rumors about Mariah Carey had opened
her eyes as to what she said around everybody else.  She didn't want
to be like that.  She wanted people to like her, not just the fans but
everybody.

Mandy reached into her bag and took out an outfit.  It was a pair of
blue tights that had silver glitter running down diagonally from just
below the left breast down to the right hip.  She held it against her,
and looked into the mirror.  She liked what she saw. 

Still, she couldn't believe what she was doing.  "The Dome" just in
name made her throat swell.  She had received a notice from somebody
telling her about it.  This was a place where stars become bigger than
life.  If you wanted to succeed in Hollywood, in music, or anywhere,
you had to compete here.  It was a secret.   With todays trends, it
wasn't just good enough for you to be thin, you had to be fit too.
Her invitation said that Britney Spears went there as well, and look
at her.  She had one of the fittest bodies on the planet, and one of
the most popular.  She didn't get that way overnight.  It was "The
Dome" that did it.

When she first learned of "The Dome" she started to contact Brit for
any advice much less to ask if it was for real but then she remembered
the notice.  "The Dome was not to be discussed," it said.  She
remembered the movie Fight Club, which was one of the few movies that
rarely left it's home in her DVD player.  Her heart throbbed every
time she saw Brad in it.  Damn that Jennifer Aniston!

She had followed directions on the invitation which led her here.
 From the outside it looked like an ordinary warehouse surrounded by
fences and security.  The inside, however, led to a parking deck where
she was taken down into the basement.  At least that's what she
thought it was.  Instead, this place was like a bunker, hidden
underground where only the chosen few had known about it.  Nothing
further was to be discussed.  She was given an ID badge, had her
picture taken, and that was that.

Mandy pulled out the badge from her bag.  She hadn't really taken the
opportunity to look at it in detail.  Her picture was a bit fuzzy, and
she was looking off to the side.  It was weird how they took a picture
of her so fast.  There was nothing else on there except her name and
"PD".  She had no clue what PD meant other than "Police Department?"
Had she gotten herself into something that would get her into trouble.
Mandy just shrugged her shoulders, and tossed the ID back into her
bag.  She was told to keep it at all times unless she was
participating in a match then put it with the rest of her stuff.

Mandy started to take off her shirt and slip into her custom made
tights when there was a knock at the door.  Mandy looked expecting
security to let her know who it was.  Nothing.

"Who is it?"

 From behind the door a female voice came.  "It's Renee and Parker.
Can we come in?"

Mandy looked confused, and lowered her blouse.  She opened the door
where two women stood.  Both 
were shorter than her by a few inches, and perhaps twice as old.  One
had short blonde hair that covered just below the ears, and the other
had dark hair that touched her shoulders.  Mandy looked around the
corner, and noticed no security around.  She was a pop superstar
without security, and two people she had never seen before were face
to face with her.

"I'm sorry I don't give autographs."

The blonde just laughed.

"No, no.  We're 'domers' too.  Actually, we're actresses first, domers
second but you get the idea."

Mandy was without words.

"Can we come in?"

It was obvious the blonde was the more talkative of the two.  The
black haired one had a stern look on her face.  Her body was thin and
pale.  She definitely needed something to eat.

"Ummm...sure."

Mandy stepped aside to let them in.

"I'm glad you accepted my invitation,"  The blonde remarked.

"You sent that?"

"Yeah.  I've always been a big fan of yours and believe me, if you
wanna hit the big time, you have to spend time in the dome."

"Big time?  I already am."

"I'm talking Britney Spears huge.  We've just learned of this
ourselves.  I've been here a few years, and Parks is what?"

"I can came in about '98?"

Mandy looked nervous.  The brunette was something.  She didn't know
what it was but it intimidated her.

"Before that she was stuck doing independent movies."  The blonde
smiled at the brunette.

"I'm the Indie queen, damn it."  The brunette looked annoyed at the
blonde.  "Okay, yeah.  I wish I heard about this place long before."

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your names."

"Oh, sorry.  I'm Renee O'Connor."  Renee noticed that Mandy had no
clue.  "I played Gabrielle on Xena: Warrior Princess."

Mandy shook her head.  "I'm sorry, I don't watch that much
television."

Renee just shrugged.  "Don't worry about it.  Me either.  This is
Parker...'The Indie Queen'....Posey."

"You saw me in Scream 3," Parker announced.  

Mandy just shook her head.

"House of Yes?"

Mandy still had no clue.  Unlike Renee, though, Parker didn't take
this as well.  She listed off several more movies she had been in but
to no avail.  Finally, she let off a grunt in frustration.  Mandy
apologized but Parker just gazed at her angrily.

"I bet you're wondering what you're doing here."

Mandy nodded.

"You know how this generation is.  It's a generation of television.
The public now demands that you not only be in shape but really, fit.
Really, really fit.  Which would explain my success and why bony ass
over here has trouble finding jobs."

"You're using me as an example again, aren't you!"  Parker yelled but
Renee just smiled knowing she's been busted.

She continued, "Like I said before.  I'm a big fan of yours.  I got
your cds, and yes, for some reason I listen to it.  I just don't want
you to become a washout so young, and so talented.  These people out
there are out there for a reason.  We entertain them, and they turn
around and hand us paychecks."

"Very big paychecks," Parker added.

"Who's out there?" Mandy inquired.

"All kinds of people.  Actors, actresses, producers, directors, or in
your case execs."

"Even government officials."

"Everybody who is somebody is out there.  They all come here once a
month to see us fight.

It finally hit Mandy.  She was going to have to fight somebody.

"Fight?"  She knew she was here for that but the word just happened to
slip out.

She recovered nicely by asking who.

"You won't know until you're called."  Renee saw the look of concerned
in the youngster's eyes.  "Don't worry about it though.  You're green.
They'll take that into consideration."

Renee felt the girls arms, and turned her around examining her.

"I think she'll do just fine.  Don't you, Parks?"

"Um...yeah."

Renee gave Mandy a hearty slap on the shoulder as another knock on the
door came.

"Miss Moore," came the voice.  "You're on in 15."

"Thank you," she replied.  "I'm going on soon.  I'm nervous."

"Calm down, Mandy.  Calm down."  Mandy was a bit surprised to hear
Parker say that.  "You're gonna do just fine."

"Ever watch wrestling before?"

Mandy nodded.  She used to watch it all time.  She even had a huge
crush on Bret Hart.

"Just do what they do.  Everything is legal here.  Even the dirtiest
of tricks."

"Especially the dirtiest of tricks," Renee added.  Parker looked at
Renee.  "What?  I'm just telling her what to watch out for.  Oh, and
also remember, that pinfalls are to a ten count, not three."

"Ten?"

"Yeah.  It helps to add to the action, and keeps cheap wins out of the
dome.  In order to win, you have to really knock your opponent out.
Other than that everything else is practically the same."

"So why's it called "The Dome?"

"There's a steel dome outside the ring to keep perverts out, and
messing up the matches.  You shouldn't run into that problem though."

"Okay, thanks.  If you don't mind, I've got to get dressed."

"Dressed?"  Parker asked.

Mandy ran to pick up her outfit.

Renee nodded to Parker as if signalling something.  Fortunately for
them Mandy was too busy admiring how well blue looked on her.

"Oh, yeah.  Dressed."

"Okay,"  Renee opened the door.  "We'll be watching you backstage."

"Yeah, so good luck."

"Not that you'll be needing it."

Mandy just continued to look at her outfit.  She was going to win, and
win looking good!


Mandy stepped through the archway which separated the arena from the
backstage area.  She was a bit surprised to find that it was rather
dark in there.  People were sitting at tables as if at a show in Las
Vegas rather than watching a concert or other sporting event.  Each
table was lit with a candle which gave off a faint glow off the white
tablecloth.

She looked around at the audience.  It was composed of mainly men but
there were some women there too.  They were smoking, and whispering to
one another.  It made her feel a bit uneasy.  They were definitely
talking about her.  

Mandy continued on to stride down the aisle.  What little light there
was sparkled the glitter on her wrestling outfit.  She looked down to
the ring.  It was well lit by lamps hanging overhead.  A series of
screens which showed her walking down hung just over the lamps.

The ring was canvas blue with a black skirt around it to make it look
more solid, and hide the equipment used to building and maintaining
it.  Three bright blue ropes wrapped around the ring connected to
black turnbuckles.  Surrounding the ring was a steel cage shaped like
a dome.  The structure gave enough headroom for anyone inside.  It was
a darker blue but looked black from a distance.  Only up close could
it's true midnight color be noticed.  Mandy recognized the dome as
being similar to one she had played on in the school playground as a
kid only much bigger.  Triangle openings lined each row provided a
good view inside.  Wires led to a series of small cameras on several
levels to give a better view on the screens overhead.

The closer Mandy walked to the ring, the more people she recognized.
There were actors, actresses, directors, executives, musicians, and
more people she had no clue who they might be.  

She was quite surprised to see one of her favorites actors as a kid
there, Pee Wee Herman.  He looked a little worse for wear but that
didn't stop the temptation of giving him a little wave.  He responded
by giving her a dirty look which made her feel a bit uncomfortable.
He then slipped off his jacket, and placed it over his lap.  Mandy
wondered why he did that.

One of the attendants opened the door to the cage.  It seemed like a
long walk but only took a few seconds.  Her heart was pounded with
nervousness, and excitement.  Mandy walked up the stairs that led to
the ring, and climbed between the middle and bottom ropes.  They felt
a little stiffer than she had expected but then again she wouldn't
have to worry too much about them breaking.

The ring had a fresh look to it.  Everything was nice and shiny with
no sign of wear or tear.  The turnbuckles looked like they had been
polished beforehand.  Mandy walked into a corner, and rested against
the turnbuckle.  She stuck her knee out in a sort of pose waiting for
her opponent to show up.

She had just noticed that there was a small box in the corner adjacent
to her.  She wondered what that was for.

Mandy was caught up admiring the colors of the ring when a roar of
applause startled her.  It was really a roar but a calm clap.  Still,
with the number there, it sounded like a roar to her.  She then
remembered, they never clapped for her.  They just stared at her, and
Pee Wee...

Mandy shivered.

She looked up towards the entrance where her opponent had appeared.
Mandy couldn't tell who it was at first.  There was only a silhouette
in the spotlight shining on her.  Whoever it was was big.  She could
make out muscle definitions in the outline.  That wasn't good.

Had Mandy been able to look at the screens above her, she would have
seen Cynthia Rothrock's smirk there.  Cynthia walked down the aisle as
the clapping subsided.  She stared at Mandy in the ring.  Mandy was
finally able to see who it was.  She didn't know her but she was huge.
She was scary.  Their eyes locked.  Cynthia was halfway down the
aisle, and could already sense the fear in Mandy.  She grinned, and
cracked her knuckles.

Mandy finally noticed that something wasn't right.  It took a moment
for it to click in her head over her fear.  Cynthia was naked,
completely naked!  She didn't have on any wrestling tights,  no boots,
no pads, nothing.  

Cynthia was in great shape.  Her figure was still feminine yet strong
as a rock.  Her muscles were well defined yet her breasts still had
sway to them.  She entered the cage, and climbed in the ring a bit
easier than Mandy was able to.  Cythia walked to the middle of the
ring.  She never took her eyes off of Mandy.  She never stopped
cracking her knuckles.  Mandy's pose in the corner turned into a bit
of a cower.

The bell rang as soon as Cynthia had entered the ring but Mandy never
heard it.  Her focus was on the powerhouse standing in front of her.
Cynthia waited but Mandy wouldn't leave her corner.  She was too
frightened.  

The crowd murmured.  They weren't at all surprised that Mandy, a
newcomer to the dome, would act in such a way.  Their main focus was
betting on how long it would take for the pop sensation to be beaten.

Mandy didn't know that though.  She thought they were talking about
her; about how scared she was.  She was scared.  Mandy shook it off.
She didn't want them to think that she was a coward.  Mandy looked at
Cynthia's body once more.  There was no way she could beat her.  She
knew it.  Still Mandy fought against her fear, and stumbled out of the
corner.  She did her best to hide her fear but it was painfully
obvious to her, and everybody else.

Cynthia motioned for her to meet her in the middle of the ring.  Mandy
didn't want to get hurt.  She was younger and a few inches taller than
her opponent but that didn't ease her tension.  

Mandy took slow, small steps.  Her knees buckled with each step.  She
tried not to faint.  Her heart was about to beat out of chest.  She
took a few steps before Cynthia exploded in a flurry of martial arts
moves.  Her phantom punches and kicks sent Mandy scurrying back into
her corner.  There was a brief eruption of laughter from everyone
there, including her opponent.

This was becoming too much for the singer.  She was now in tears,
frightened, hiding in the corner.

She couldn't believe that they had put her up against this monster who
wanted to hurt her so bad.  The fact that she was even naked barely
registered in her mind.  This wasn't right.  This just wasn't right.

Cynthia approached Mandy quite calmly.  She smiled at her, and offered
her hand.  Mandy was too scared to take it.  

She wanted to run but couldn't.  The cage was not only to keep the
perverts out but to keep the participants in.  She was trapped.

"Come on, kid," Cynthia remarked.  She could tell Mandy was about to
have a breakdown.  This was good.  "I'm not going to hurt you."
Cynthia tried to offer a soothing voice.

Still Mandy wouldn't take her hand.  Cynthia was about to get annoyed.
She wanted to hurt her.

"We're here to wrestle around, and grope each other.  That's all they
want to see."

Mandy looked at Cynthia.  She didn't understand the groping part but
at least it explained the nudity.  Mandy was finally convinced, and
took her hand.  This wasn't what they had told her before.  This was
supposed to be like the pros except against people like herself.

It was.  Cynthia just lied.  She smiled at Mandy as she helped her up.

"Besides, you're too cute to hurt."

Mandy was able to get out a "Thanks."

Cynthia placed Mandy's hand on her bush.  "Welcome to the
Pleasuredome, kid."

She could see the look of confusion in her eyes.  It was apparent she
had been a victim of the old "The Dome" trick.  A trick used by people
who wanted to get someone else in the ring for a total beatdown.
Cynthia enjoyed initiation matches but this made them even better.
She offered a quiet thank you to God for the opportunity to take out
the youngster.  She also thanked the person that tricked Mandy to
coming.

Mandy was looking down at her hand on Cynthia's crotch.  Her fingers
were rubbing her hair.  Mandy wasn't into women but she really didn't
know what she was doing.  She was still under the hyponsis of fear and
confusion.  She hoped this would prevent her from getting hurt.

It didn't.  Cynthia planted her elbow into the side of Mandy's face.
Her tricep smashed against her nose.  The distraction wasn't really
necessary but it was fun.  Mandy rocked back from the impact.  Only
the turnbuckles stopped her from going down.  Cynthia kicked her in
the gut.  Mandy grabbed herself, and went to her knees.  She bent over
trying to catch her breath, and ease the pain.  That had hurt.

Cynthia just waited for Mandy to get up.  After a couple of seconds,
she decided to give her assistance.  Cynthia grabbed her by her brown
locks, and pulled her to her feet.  She tried to flail away with
punches to Cynthia's abs but that only amused her.  She let her try a
few times before responding with a knee right into her ribs.  Mandy
wanted to go back down again but she was still being held by her hair.

Cynthia grabbed her, and placed her against the turnbuckles.  She
draped one of Mandy's arms over the top rope, exposing her chest.
Cynthia slapped it with an open hand.  With just one shot, she could
see the red marks on her chest.  Mandy cringed in pain but Cynthia
held her head back.  Cynthia smiled as she delivered another shot just
under her neck.  Mandy let out a shriek but Cynthia refused to let her
go down.

She cupped her breast, and tried to feel through the material for her
nipple but it was too thick.

"What are you wearing this for?"

Cynthia licked up Mandy's neck to her jaw.  She kissed her on the
cheek, then on the chin.

"I told you you were too cute to hurt."

Cynthia drove a fist into her side.  Mandy gasped in pain.

"But I'll do it anyway."

She gave her a kiss on the lips.  She forced opened her jaw, and stuck
her tongue inside.  She searched for Mandy's tongue for a second
before finding it on the roof of her mouth.  She continued to kiss the
girl passionately.

"Mmmm...breath smells good."

Mandy was struggling to catch her breath from the blows but she
couldn't with Cynthia kissing her.  That wouldn't last long as she was
grabbed once again by the hair, and sent flying across the ring.  She
instinctively cushioned her fall with her arms.  The canvas didn't
have much give to it.  It was like falling on a piece of cloth on the
floor.  Underneath it was like a floor.  Wooden planks made up the
floor of the ring.  The canvas had some cushioning to it but not much.
Mandy grabbed her stomach, and turned over on her back.

She was unaware that Cynthia was already hovering over her.  She
methodically picked her up by the hair once again.  She draped Mandy's
arm over her neck, and grabbed her by the tights.  Cynthia lifted her
up.  She steadied herself by balancing Mandy upside down.  She stayed
like that for several seconds.  Blood was starting to flow too fast to
Mandy's brain.  She didn't know where she was or in what position she
was in.  Finally Cynthia dropped her onto her back with a suplex.
Mandy crashed hard onto the canvas.  She clutched her back, and
screamed in pain.  Meanwhile, Cynthia sat up looking out to the crowd
proud of her strength.

Mandy could be heard crying now.  Cynthia straddled her chest, and
pinned her wrists to the mat.

"What's the matter, girl?  Did that hurt?"

Mandy just wept.  It was early but she hadn't felt such pain before.

"Don't worry, I'll make you forget all about that."

Cynthia pushed herself up putting all the pressure on Mandy's wrists
until she was nearly in a handstand.  Cythina came back down driving
both knees into Mandy's abdomen.  Mandy was wrong.  Now this was the
worst pain she had ever felt.  She wanted to grab her stomach, and
make it the pain stop but Cynthia still had her hands pinned down.

Cynthia released her clamps on Mandy's wrists.  She placed her hands
on her stomach just above where Cynthia was now positioned.  She was
in too much pain now to realize that Cynthia was now examining how big
her breasts were.  The taunts continued to fly but Mandy couldn't hear
them.

"Nice tits, girl.  Care if I take a look?"

Mandy only wept.  Cynthia slapped her a couple of times expecting yet
not expecting an answer.  She took it upon herself to remove one of
Mandy's shoulder straps, and pulled her tights down to where one of
her breasts were exposed.

"Nice."

Cynthia repositioned herself so that she could suck on her nipple.
Mandy was aware of what she was doing.

"Stop," she cried.

"Make me."

Mandy tried to hide her tit with her hand but Cynthia just pinned it
to the side, and continued to lick away.

Mandy succombed to the actions.  There was nothing she could do.  She
was in too much pain.  This wasn't at all what she had expected.  

She was starting to come to, and having her nipple licked felt oddly
good.  Perhaps it was just better than being beaten up.  That
sensation didn't last long, as she was once again picked up.  Cynthia
threw her across the ring.  Mandy ran into the ropes, her one exposed
boob bouncing with each step.  She turned around as she reached the
ropes, and bounced off.  She was too dazed to see Cyntha whip her arm
across her throat.  The clothesline rocketed her back onto the canvas,
and bent her over so that she now laid on her stomach.

Cynthia jumped across her back, and started spanking her butt.  The
slaps hurt but it was more humiliating that she was being manhandled
like this.  Mandy wanted to call it quits, and leave.  She screamed
her submission.  This took Cynthia by surprise.

"You what?"

"I quit!"  Mandy screamed loud enough for everybody to hear.  "I
quit!"

Cynthia turned around on Mandy's back, and lifted her by the chin.
She gouged at Mandy's eyes causing her to kick and scream.  This was
just starting to be fun.  She removed her fingers out of her eyes, and
started to slap her head.

"You can't quit until I say you could quit!"

Cynthia bent down to whisper in her ear.

"Besides, you haven't been pleasured yet."

Cynthia kissed her on the back of her head.  She pulled the other
shoulder strap off.  She continued to pull until her outfit was
completely off.  Mandy laid there in only her panties, kneepads, and
boots.  Cynthia held up her outfit, and admired it.  

"I gotta admit this is a cute suit."

Cynthia tossed it to her side, and removed Mandy's panties.

"Now it's fun time."

Cynthia grabbed Mandy's butt cheeks, and spread them apart as far as
she could.  Mandy screamed in pain but it didn't last long.  Cynthia
rolled her over, and started to massage her cunt.

"Stop it!"

Cynthia just ignored her, and continued to rub her pussy.  Mandy
pleaded for her to stop.  Cynthia was starting to get annoyed again,
and obliged.  She grabbed Mandy by the hair, and pulled her up.  She
scooped Mandy's body up easily, and inserted her fingers into her
cunt.  


Mandy's emotions were mixed.  She was in pain.  She was scared of what
her opponent was about to do with her up in the air.  She was enjoying
herself.  The last one she couldn't understand.  Cynthia's fingers up
her pussy felt so good.  It didn't make the pain go away but she tried
to concentrate on that.

The next thing she knew she was being slammed to the mat.  Mandy was
starting to get used to the pain.  She grimaced and arched her back
but didn't scream.  Even with the impact being so hard she bounced off
the mat, she was proud of herself not to scream.  It was a small
consolation though.  It hurt.  It hurt like hell.  Mandy laid there
motionless.  She was beaten, and she knew it.  Whatever happens,
happens from here on out.  Mandy just waited for whatever happened
next.

She felt pressure across her chest.  Her leg was being pulled up.
Finally she was going to be pinned.  She felt Cynthia rubbing her leg
her hand from her knee up her hamstring, and to her pussy.  Cynthia
kissed her on the lips.  Mandy stuck out her tongue in return.  She
just wanted her to take her.  She wanted her to fuck her just let the
pain end.  Cynthia wrapped her hands around Mandy's hand, and rubbed
her pussy with her leg.

Cynthia was starting to enjoy to enjoy herself.  These rookie matches
were more pleasure than anything.  She wanted to end it herself, and
show a little mercy to the young girl.  Cynthia got up off of Mandy,
and dragged her by the legs over to the corner where the box was.  She
opened it, and pulled out a twelve inch long dildo.  She inserted the
dildo into Mandy's pussy.  Mandy wasn't expecting it, and groaned in
pain.

Cyntha laid across the girl with a breast in her face.  She waited as
electronic beeps counted nine times, and a higher pitched beep
signalled the final ten count.  Mandy sighed thinking the match was
over.  That was only the first requirement of winning.

Mandy squirmed with the dildo in her.  It was a little uncomfortable
having something that big in her.  She felt her legs being draped over
the ropes then the pressure came.  It was a mixed bag of pain and
pleasure as Cynthia pumped the dildo, and licked her pussy.  Cynthia
looked out to the crowd to see who was here.  This was going to take a
few moments to finish Mandy off. 

She spotted someone that made her stop and giggle.  Paul Rubein was
already asleep.  One hand was on top of his jacket, the other
disappeared beneath the tent on his lap.  "Damn, that Pee Wee,"
Cynthia remarked.  "He couldn't ever make it through a whole match."

She started to hear moaning coming from her younger opponent.  Mandy
was fixing to orgasm.  Cynthia removed the dildo, and inserted her
fingers to finish her off.  She pumped harder, and harder.  Mandy's
moans were becoming louder and louder.  Finally, Mandy exploded with
an orgasm.  The bell rang signalling the end of the match.

Mandy sighed after the orgasm.  She was tired now.  The pain was
starting to go away.  She wanted to feel that feeling again.  Cynthia
licked Mandy's juices off her fingers then picked her up and pressed
her limp body over her head in victory.  She paraded around to each
side of the ring pressing her to impress the crowd.  They responded
with a  round of applause.

Normally, Cynthia would drop them on their back after the parade
around the ring but she had taken a liking to Mandy.  She set her
down, and climbed out of the ring.  She pulled Mandy out by her ankle,
and draped her body across her shoulder.  She placed a hand on Mandy's
butt, and carried her out of the arena.  She had pleased Mandy, now it
was her turn when she woke up to return the favor.


Backstage, Renee and Parker were watching on the monitor close to the
entrance archway.  They waited for Cynthia to appear from the arena.
When she arrived, she and Renee knocked knuckles.

"Thanks for this."

Cynthia rubbed Mandy's nude butt.

"No problem," Renee replied.  "I've been planning this for months.
You two go have fun now."

"Oh, we will."  Cynthia looked at Mandy who was passed out.
"Eventually."

The two shared a laugh with Parker smiling in the background before
Cynthia headed off to her dressing room for a good fuck with her
defeated foe.

Parker stepped up to Renee.

"Months?"  Parker asked.

"Yeah, ever since I heard that stupid song."  Renee started to sing
sarcastically.  "Like a genie in a bottle."

"Um...Renee."

"God, I hate that song.  She deserved that beating she got.  You know,
come to think about it, she kinda got off light."

"Um...Renee, that was Mandy.  That was Christina Aguilera."

Renee stared blankly at Parker.

"Well," Renee paused.  That was embarassing.  "Well, I hate her too!
You know, maybe I should do the same thing to her as I did to Mandy!"

"Um...Renee."

"Yeah, I think I'll do that.  Aguilera won't know what hit her!"

Parker took a step back.

"Where the hell are you going?"

Parker pointed behind Renee.  She turned around just in time to see
the fist flying at her.

"Oh, shit!"

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