BACKGROUND: In 1950's Hollywood Marilyn Monroe was rightly considered by the industry as a major star. Although Mitzi Gaynor was a premier singer and dancer, she was never regarded the same way as Marilyn. Nevertheless, for a few years both ladies stars shown brightly in movies such Marilyn's performances in "Some Like It Hot" and "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" and Mitzi's starring role in "South Pacific."
This incident occurred in 1954 on the set of "There's No Business Like Show Business" in which 24 year old Mitzi played a dancer, "Katy" and 28 year old Marilyn played "Vicky" a hat-check girl who fell in love with Donald O'Connor. In 1954 both women got married although Marilyn's brief marriage to baseball star Joe DiMaggio sadly ended before the picture was released. Consequently, both actresses were under considerable stress in their private lives in addition to the strain of appearing in a big budget movie.
According to Hollywood insiders, there was friction on the set. Marilyn was brought in to provide a box office "boost." To convince her to accept the role, the studio promised her the lead in "The Seven Year Itch" the next year. They also gave Marilyn several songs that had originally been written for Ethel Merman. Naturally, that didn't endear her to the aging Merman. Sadly, Marilyn's notorious tardiness only served to further aggravate matters. Ethel had been angry at Marilyn since she arrived on the set, but was too "professional" to show it. Instead, she befriended young Mitzi Gaynor and poisoned the young dancer toward "that slutty blonde."
Mitzi had appeared in 'We're Not Married" with Monroe in 1952, so they had a history of antagonism going back several years. Before, Mitzi had allowed the bigger Marilyn to intimidate her, but she'd grown as a person and an actress in the intervening years. As Mitzi said years later in an interview, "I wasn't going to let Marilyn push me around the way she did during the earlier film. I couldn't wait to get my claws into her."
One day Mitzi, a consummate pro at the tender age of 24, was seen going into Marilyn's dressing room for a "private meeting." Our scenario is based upon information from several sources, much of it admittedly unsubstantiated and uncorroborated, but it's a fun idea so we wrote a short story about it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed researching and writing it.
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Everyone on the set could see the anger on Mitzi's pretty face. The blonde actress was an awesome sight in a shiny gold mid-thigh, wrap-around skirt, dance panties and tight, low-cut, bolero jacket as she stormed out of the rehearsal to give Marilyn a piece of her mind. Mitzi was about 5'6" and her firm 120 pound body was that of a well-muscled dancer. While not big by the Hollywood standards of that era, her 34C bosom, tiny waist and flared hips gave the illusion of a busty figure. Marilyn was the same size, but Mitzi's legs were her advantage, and they'd play an important role in events to come.
As was her habit, Marilyn arrived late to the studio that morning and she was sitting in her dressing room holding an ice pack on her face to reduce the puffiness from a late night of drinking with her husband, his brothers and friends. She'd just asked her maid to get her costume when Mitzi burst through the door without knocking. Marilyn had on a rose colored silk robe, black bra and matching panties and had her back to the door as she was about to put on her make-up. She saw Mitzi's reflection in her mirror, but didn't react to her. Mitzi slammed the door behind her and stood behind the seated Marilyn, tapping her foot impatiently. She started to tell the blonde how rude and unprofessional her behavior was, forcing the others to wait while she slept in. Marilyn calmly continued putting on make up while Mitzi ranted about her being self-centered and droned on about it being wrong of her to arrive late, leave early and not even show up still other times.
Marilyn listened in stony silence (perhaps knowing much of the criticism is true). Mitzi, realizing that she wasn't getting any reaction, next turned her criticism to Marilyn's lack of acting talent in addition to her lack of professionalism. Much of it was just a repetition of what Mitzi had overheard Ethel Merman say, but it stung Marilyn nevertheless. Mitzi grabbed Marilyn's shoulder and pulled her to her feet, but the blonde had finally had enough.
Mitzi continued, "Hell, even if you do show up all you do is try and steal all the scenes. I swear, I've got half a mind to kick your sorry ass right out that door onto the stage, you fat cow!"
Marilyn angrily brushed Mitzi's hand from her shoulder and went to the dressing room door. She closed and locked it, then turned to face Mitzi with her hands on her hips.
"All right Sweetie," she said in a bitchy tone, "If you came to make a scene everyone could hear, you've done it. Now, do you want to settle this between us right now?"
Mitzi swallowed hard and said, "Don't think you can push me around like you did a few years ago in 'We're Not Married'. I can't wait to get my claws on your pasty white, doughy soft breasts the way I should have back in 1952."
Marilyn chuckled, "I'd like to see you try! Have you forgotten Miss Foxhole of 1952? I heard all about how tough you are. You went down to Sheree without putting up a fight."
The memory of that day sent a cold shiver down Mitzi's spine. Now she understood Marilyn's lack of respect for her.
Mitzi smiled, "Well, I'm not the same woman I was back then."
"In that case," Marilyn shrugged, "come on and fight. Or you're gonna kiss my Movie Star Ass."
She suddenly shoved Mitzi who fell. Things had gotten out of hand and, to mask her fear, Mitzi acted cocky, hoping her conditioning, athletic skill and bravado could bluff Marilyn without suffering damage to her body or self-esteem. She realized she was in for a fight.
Mitzi's brave words masked her fear, "If it's a fight you want, cow, come on. I'll kick that fat ass of yours into the middle of next week."
Marilyn was tired of hearing that from her co-stars and angrily reached for Mitzi, but the dancer reacted first and slapped her. Marilyn stopped dead in her tracks, surprised by the woman's courage - or foolhardiness. Mitzi, herself surprised by her bravado, followed up rapidly with several more slaps to the startled blonde's face. Stunned by the attack, Marilyn grabbed Mitzi's short hair and began to push her back. Mitzi took two handfuls of Marilyn's blonde hair and gave her a couple of desperation kicks to the shins for good measure. Marilyn was surprised by the ferocity of the inexperienced dancer and perhaps hurt a little as well, but she was an experienced fighter and knew from the amateurish way Mitzi was fighting how the fight would end. Mitzi was shocked by Marilyn's strength and gasped in surprise, but buoyed by her apparent early success, broke into a smug grin.
"OK, if that's what you want you blonde whore, I'm ready. Leggo my hair and I'll give you a real fight." They separated and Mitzi unbuttoned her bolero jacket and tossed it on the studio couch the studio provided for their major stars. In her halter top and mid-thigh skirt, the auburn-haired dancer was an impressive sight. Marilyn unbelted her robe and tossed it aside, exposing a full-bodied figure clad in a scandalous black bra and panty combination. Next to the fit 24 year old, the 28 year old Marilyn looked soft.
But as Mitzi ruefully admitted to a biographer years later, "You know that saying, `Looks can be deceiving'? They sure were in her case. She was a lot stronger than anyone could have imagined."
They circled warily as Mitzi sought to launch one of her famous "chorus kicks" that later in her catfighting career dropped several women for "the count." She targeted Marilyn's soft mid-section, thinking it vulnerable. When she saw an opening, she drove her foot into the blonde's soft belly. The resulting grunt and Marilyn's wince of pain, confirmed her theory! Marilyn backed away rubbing her churning belly as Mitzi advanced confidently toward the cowering blonde.
"You're going to be sorry you ever took this role," Mitzi taunted. Marilyn remained silent, preferring to let her fists do her talking as she had in so many fights during her youth growing up in foster homes where she'd been sexually abused by both men and women. Mitzi closed the distance and Marilyn fell for a fake and jumped back, bending forward from the waist. Mitzi grabbed two handfuls of the actresses' peroxide blond hair. Marilyn screamed in pain as Mitzi forced her to her knees, then kicked her in the left breast. She doubled over and Mitzi had no trouble pushing her down on her belly and straddling her waist.
She held Marilyn's hair and banged her head on the carpet several times. When she felt the blond go limp between her thighs, Mitzi stood up and wiped her hands on her skirt, "You weren't so tough," she muttered as she stood over the fallen star. But Marilyn had only faked being unconsciousness and she suddenly rolled over and grabbed one of Mitzi's ankles and pulled the startled woman's leg out from under her. If she hadn't been a highly trained dancer and in top physical condition, Mitzi could have been in trouble, but she did a "split" and dropped her ass right square on Marilyn's belly. She dug her long nails into the blonde's large, soft breasts which brought an anguished cry from the gasping blonde.
As Mitzi ripped at her soft breasts, she laughed and taunted Marilyn. "I thought you were supposed to be tough. You're nothing but an old, fat, washed up slut." Marilyn struggled desperately trying to unseat the auburn-haired dancer but it wasn't until she got a hold of Mitzi's own firm tit-flesh that she managed to throw her off and scrambled to her feet. Marilyn's chest was heaving as she tried to get her breath, but the fit young Mitzi had barely broken a sweat.
"What's the matter Norma?" she taunted, using Marilyn's real name, "All your partying leave you a little out of breath?" Marilyn gritted her teeth and rushed the trim dancer.
Mitzi avoided the reckless attack, using a dance move to sidestep and lift her knee to the blonde's belly just below her navel. Marilyn's eyes widened in surprise as she doubled over holding herself and slowly went to her knees gasping for air. Mitzi stepped behind her and held her hair with one hand while she punched her twice in the kidney! Marilyn grunted, twice, and collapsed face-down on the floor. Mitzi stepped over her body and squatted in front of the actresses flushed face.
"Admit it cunt," she hissed, "you're too worn out and out of shape to be a success any more. Call the studio head, tell him you made a mistake, that you don't have what it takes any longer. We'll all understand."
Tears filled Marilyn's eyes and she pushed herself up to her knees using her strong arms. Mitzi stepped back and wiggled her fingers, taunting her.
"Come on, bitch, get up. I'd love to knock you on your fat ass again."
Marilyn rose unsteadily and was still bent over when Mitzi lashed out with another of her "chorus kicks," driving her toe into Marilyn's soft breast. The blonde goddess flipped over backward and landed flat on her back clutching her aching breast in both hands.
Mitzi calmly strode around and knelt with a knee on the gasping woman's chest, saying, "Give it up, you fraud, before I kick those melons of yours all the way through your chest."
Marilyn wiped the tears from her eyes and shook her head. "Never," she gasped through pursed lips.
Mitzi removed her knee and stood up as Marilyn slowly rolled on her side. As soon as she was exposed, however, Mitzi kicked her in the belly again. As Marilyn flopped around on the floor, Mitzi grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into a sitting position. She dropped to the floor behind her and wrapped her powerful, dancers legs around Marilyn's waist. She locked her ankles and began to squeeze. Marilyn moaned and her face showed the pain she was feeling. She shook her head, fighting the pain as the dancer alternately squeezed and relaxed, pulsing the pressure off and on, making it difficult for Marilyn to get her breath. Marilyn's face was flushed as Mitzi continued to torture her and, to increase the discomfort, she reached over Marilyn's shoulders and attacked her soft breasts with her talon-like claws.
Marilyn shrieked in pain as Mitzi's well-manicured fingernails went through the lacy cups of her expensive bra and into her soft breast flesh. Tears welled in the actresses' eyes as Mitzi increased the pressure. Marilyn was an experienced fighter, however, and the pain made her want to fight harder. In a tremendous effort of will, she turned, raised her arm and drove her elbow into Mitzi's pussy. The young woman grunted and the pain made her lose her grip on Marilyn's breasts. Marilyn, twisted her body further and crashed her elbow into Mitzi's solar plexus. All the breath whooshed out of her and her strong legs fell open. Marilyn rolled away and get slowly to her hands and knees as Mitzi lay on her back holding her stomach with both hands and moaning.
Both took their time getting up, using the break to recover. Mitzi rolled over on her hands and knees, looking at Marilyn who sat on her haunches rubbing her breasts. Each wondered how badly the other was hurt, gauging her will to continue. Mitzi had been winning, but the pain in her groin and the churning in her belly convinced her Marilyn was tougher than she'd thought. She looked toward the door and Marilyn, seeing the look, vowed to teach the upstart dancer humility before she allowed her to leave her dressing room.
Marilyn faced Mitzi, both on their knees and hissed, "Get up and fight! Unless you're gonna give up like you did in Korea. Either way, I'm gonna enjoy making you pay for this you stupid," (slap to Mitzi's face); "...little..." (slap across her breasts); "....bitch," (another slap to the face).
Mitzi was surprised by the sudden flurry of slaps and by the time she got her hands up to protect herself Marilyn was already getting to her feet. Marilyn was on her feet waiting as Mitzi slowly got to her feet. Marilyn came at her, fists raised. Mitzi was still bent over with her hands on her knees when the punch landed. Marilyn brought her fist up from her hip, a powerful uppercut to the jaw that Mitzi never saw coming. The force of the strong blow straightened her up and she fell against the dressing room wall. She shook her head, took a deep breath, winced and pushed herself away from the wall. Doing what she knew best, Mitzi aimed another kick at Marilyn's soft midsection. But her actions had slowed and in spite of her terrific conditioning, the kick wasn't as quick or hard as before. Marilyn expected it and turned as the foot came up. Mitzi's foot just brushed her hip and Marilyn grabbed her ankle and drove forward slamming Mitzi back against the wall with her leg held waist high.
Before Mitzi figured out what to do, Marilyn drove a fist to the inside of her thigh. Mitzi groaned as Marilyn let go of her leg and before Mitzi could raise her hand, slammed her fist to the side of Mitzi's jaw. It rattled her head off the wall and Mitzi's eyes rolled back in her head. Marilyn held Mitzi against the wall with her left hand as she drove her fist over and over into the dancer's tight belly below her belly button. The first shocked Mitzi, the second made her grunt, but the third knocked the breath out of her and a fourth buckled her knees. The fist sank deep in Mitzi's belly and the young dancer's body folded around it. She tried to grab the big blonde to hold herself up, but her knees buckled and her arms fell limp and useless at her sides.
Marilyn stepped back and measured Mitzi as she started to fall forward away from the wall. Marilyn drew back her right hand, took deadly aim and drove her knuckles to the point of Mitzi's chin. The dancer's head snapped and her body went stiff as if frozen. She stared glassy-eyed at Marilyn through sightless eyes and staggered toward her, wobbling on unsteady legs. She took a second step, then veered to the side. Marilyn gave Mitzi another quick, sharp jab that sent her crashing face first to the floor. She landed full on her chest, tried to push herself up with her arms, then collapsed. As Mitzi lay unconscious, Marilyn went to her dressing table, took a long drink of water, then walked back to Mitzi, put a foot under her shoulder and rolled her over. Then she spat the water on Mitzi's face.
"Don't just lay there sweet-um's," Marilyn laughed, "We just started."
She lifted Mitzi by the hair and the dancer's feet flailed she tried to get them under her to relieve the awful pain in her hair.
"Noooooooo," Mitzi moaned as she pawed at Marilyn's hands.
Then she looked up. Marilyn's plump white breasts were only inches from her face and in a move born of desperation, dug her claws in deep. It worked - sort of. Marilyn screamed and pulled away, but Mitzi held on and Marilyn's tattered bra was left behind in Mitzi's claws. Angrily, she brought her knee up between Mitzi's legs with such force that it lifted her off her feet. Mitzi collapsed in a heap with her arms around Marilyn's legs. Marilyn pushed her hair out of her eyes and smiled down at what a few minutes before had been a haughty, proud young actress. When Mitzi started to stir, Marilyn kneed her in the chest and put her on her back.
"How do you feel now?"
Mitzi just moaned as she rocked back and forth holding herself.
"You ruined my bra, you bitch," Marilyn said as she looked at the remnants of her lacy black bra. "It was my favorite too. Let's see what you've got that I can use."
She bent, ripped open the buttons of Mitzi's halter, then pulled it and her strapless bra off over her head. Mitzi's breasts spilled over her chest as she groaned and shook her head. Marilyn licked her lips as she eyed the silky flesh of the perfect cones. She raised her foot and poked at Mitzi's right breast, testing it's firmness and resiliency.
"I've got to hand it to you darling, you have
quite a body. You should flaunt it like I do, you'd have men (and
women) panting after you."
She picked up Mitzi's bra, looked at it said, "Hmmmm, this is a pretty little thing. I'd make a nice memento."
She read the label, "34C" and started to put it on, but stopped. It wouldn't stretch far enough around for her to fasten it.
"Too small. You know I always have this problem," Marilyn muttered. "Even Jane Russell's didn't fit."
Annoyed, she threw it on the table and turned her attention to Mitzi who shivered and moaned as Marilyn fondled her breasts.
"Oh, no! Please . . . don't! I . . . I've never had a woman touch me before like that."
Marilyn just giggled and thumbed Mitzi's nipples which responded to her touch in spite of the pain, "Oh yes my darling little pet, you're a hot one alright."
Marilyn sucked on the dark little bumps of flesh briefly, then slipped her hands under Mitzi's arms and lifted her to her feet. She tossed Mitzi belly down on the table, her hips at the edge so her toes barely touched the floor. Her bare breasts were flattened by the weight of her torso and "pillowed" under her armpits. She gamely tried to push herself up, her hair hanging down in her eyes as Marilyn moved in, ready for the kill. But then she stopped to admire the sight of the beautiful young woman, perspiration and tears dripping from her face onto the polished surface of the table. Marilyn went to her dressing table, picked up a towel and wiped the perspiration from between and under her soft breasts, and her stomach. She flipped the towel around her neck as she walked back to Mitzi and stood over her, hands on hips. Her pouty ruby lips curled in an evil sneer, an expression she and her manager were careful to keep hidden from public view but which many unfortunate catfighters had seen (and regretted) in the past.
"I guess my 'Witty Mitty' just ran out of things to say," Marilyn said with an uncharacteristic edge in her 'little girl' voice. "Let's see if we can make you a little more comfortable. Then maybe you'll share some more of your advice on how to conduct myself."
She pulled Mitzi's arms over her head and told her to hold onto the edge of table.
"As long as you don't let go," she warned Mitzi, "you won't get hurt."
She ran her hands over Mitzi's firm, tight ass and gave it a smack that caused Mitzi to raise her head with a startled yelp. She unbuttoned Mitzi's short skirt and worked it down over her round hips, pulling it and her panties down to her ankles. Mitzi buried her face between her arms as she began to squirm uncomfortably, nervous about what was going to happen to her next. But she never let go of the table.
Marilyn picked up her own useless bra and pressed her hips against Mitzi's bottom to hold her up as she bent over her. "OK, right hand only. Behind your back . . . slow." Mitzi lifted her head as she started to comply but the blonde goddess jabbed her in the butt with a sharp fingernail. "No tricks!! You fought a lot better than I expected, so I'll be 'lenient' as long as you don't try nothin'." Mitzi dropped her head and meekly put her right hand back where Marilyn could grab it. "Now the left." Mitzi sighed and did what Marilyn ordered.
The star used the bra to bind Mitzi's wrists securely, then used Mitzi's own bra around her elbows to draw them together. Mitzi moaned as her shoulders were forced back and her tender breasts mashed down on the hard table top. She tried to get up, hoping that was the extend of Marilyn's humiliation, but the famous actress pushed her in the back and her breasts slapped back down on the wood as she grimaced in pain. "Not yet honey pot," Marilyn cooed, "Now it's time for your 'reward' for being a good girl." Marilyn stepped between Mitzi's legs and spread her feet apart. She reached under Mitzi and caressed her pussy tenderly. When she pulled her hand away she looked at it. Moisture from Mitzi's arousal glistened on her fingers in the light from a single unbroken lamp which had, albeit shade-less, survived the brief tussle.
Mitzi closed her eyes and held her breath when she felt Marilyn between her legs. "No!" she gasped as it dawned on her what was about to happen, "Please don't. I've never had another woman touch me like that." But it was too late! Marilyn threw back her head and laughed as she wiggled her fingers, forcing one, then two into the shockingly wet pussy. She worked this ingenue the same as she had dozens of others, young and old, before her in similar situations. Like them, Mitzi couldn't help herself. Her wanton body began to respond to Marilyn's expert technique. Her breathing became rapid and her hips started to push against Marilyn's forearm. Mitzi was really getting into it, moaning and rolling her head from side-to-side. Marilyn knew what Mitzi needed and she obliged by pushing deeper and increasing the speed of her fingering. As she worked her hand in and out, Mitzi lifted her head off the table.
"Oh My God!" she moaned as she shuddered.
Marilyn knew it was time for more, so she slowly pushed the tip of her thumb into Mitzi's tight asshole.
"NOOOOOooooooooo," Mitzi cried as she tried to squirm her hips away from the unwelcome intrusion.
Marilyn put her free hand on Mitzi's hip and held her as she completed the insertion.
"There! That wasn't so bad, was it Mitty?"
She took her time, working the young dancer to a fever pitch. Marilyn knew what Mitzi felt as she fingered the young blond dancer to the brink of an orgasm, then stopped. She felt Mitzi tense and then after a moment of tension, relax. She resumed pumping until once more Mitzi was ready to explode, then again she stopped. The cruel blonde kept it up, bringing Mitzi to the very brink of an orgasm and then stopping. She continued until Mitzi begged for release.
When Marilyn finally allowed it, Mitzi's orgasm was a powerful one that almost knocked her off the table. Her head dropped and she collapsed on her belly while Marilyn slowed her fingering and let Mitzi slide back from her euphoria. Tears of shame and humiliation streamed down Mitzi's cheeks, but there was a satisfied smile on her lips. "Well, now that you've been rewarded for being a good girl," Marilyn mused, "I guess it's time for my reward for winning this little tussle." She turned and rolled her panties down her strong thighs, stepped out of them one foot at a time and carefully laid them on her dressing table.
As Marilyn pulled off her black panties, Mitzi slipped off the table and tried to run for the locked door in a last desperate effort to escape but Marilyn just stuck out a foot and tripped her. Unable to break her fall with her arms tied behind her, Mitzi landed hard on her breasts. The rough wool carpet scratched and cut her sensitive nipples as she skidded on her chest. She later described vividly her thought, "That's gonna hurt like Hell in the morning!" Marilyn took Mitzi's hips and lifted, then bent her legs and set her down on her knees. Mitzi's face was on the carpet, her breasts mashed under the weight of her torso, with her bare ass sticking up in her air.
Marilyn dropped behind her, yanked her head back by the hair and said, "You shouldn't have tried that. Now Momma will have to punish you."
Marilyn gave Mitzi's bare bottom a long, hard spanking that left it glowing brightly. When she stopped nearly ten minutes later, Mitzi had climaxed twice more from the sensations created by clenching and releasing her muscles. She was sobbing uncontrollably, gasping for breath and babbling incoherently. Marilyn sat beside her, stroking her hair and caressing her crimson ass. Once Mitzi caught her breath, she begged Marilyn for mercy but the cruel blonde laughed at her and shook her head.
"There'll be time for mercy later, you're still learning now."
She flipped Mitzi onto her back and threw a leg over her, straddling the dancer's heaving chest..
"Now Miss Tap-dancer," she pouted seductively as she stroked Mitzi's cheek. "I gave you orgasms but you did nothin' for lil' ol' me. It's time to make a decision. You can lick my pussy and, if you do a real good job, I'll untie you and let you go back to your dressing room more or less in one piece or lay there until I suffocate you. Which will it be?"
Marilyn inched forward until her dark pubic hair covered Mitzi's nose and mouth. At first Mitzi didn't do anything, but after Marilyn pinched her nipples a couple of times and threatened to spank her some more, she broke down and tearfully tongued the blonde to the first of several orgasms.
Outside Marilyn's dressing room, stage hands, extras, several maids and costume people had gathered and listened to the sounds of the scuffle. Once it became silent, they exchanged knowing glances as everyone wondered which of the willful women would emerge victorious. They stood there a long time, most expected the fit young dancer to walk out. They were stunned when the door opened and a naked Marilyn Monroe come through the door dragging Mitzi's nude and bound body by the hair. She pulled her on her bare bottom across the twenty or so feet of space that separated her dressing room from Ethel Merman's.
She dropped Mitzi's limp body on Ethel's doorstep and pounded on the door with her fist. After a long wait, Ms. Merman opened it and Marilyn hissed to the old actress, "Here's your hired gun, Bitch! Next time, don't send a girl to do a woman's job." With that, she turned and strode proudly back to her dressing room where she quickly dressed and went to the set. Mitzi lay on her side on the floor, dimly aware of what was going on. Finally, a young costume assistant went to her, took the groggy dancer in her arms and helped her to her feet. As she did, her right hand cupped the dancer's firm breast and the contact made Mitzi groan in pain.
She didn't move her hand for quite a while, she'd
never felt a "stars" breast before and it excited her.
"Bring her here," Ethel snapped at the young woman and
stepped aside as the young girl dragged Mitzi's scratched and
bleeding body into her dressing room. After laying the groggy
dancer on Ethel's bed she turned to go, but paused long enough
to see Ethel spread Mitzi's limp legs and her hands move to the
gaping wet hole between them. The girl smiled as she shut the
door behind her for she realized she envied the aging actress
at the moment Ethel bent her head and gently kissed the battered
mound between Mitzi's legs.