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This story is an entirely fictitious account of a catfight that could have taken place in the mid-1950's between bondage model Bettie Page and dancer Mitzi Gaynor. It contains depiction's of NUDITY and VIOLENCE.
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MITZI IN HOLLYWOOD Chapter 4 - Garden Party - by Kim and Ginny

This startling fight occurred at the home of a Hollywood movie producer in the summer of 1955. The two women involved were about as different as you could imagine. One was the lovely blonde dancer, singer and actress Mitzi Gaynor. Her opponent was the legendary bondage and catfighting model, brunette Bettie Page. As you would expect at one of these parties, there were many powerful men and women in addition to the usual gaggle of aspiring actors and actresses in attendance.

Mitzi had just won her first underground fight over the beautiful actress Debra Paget and her reward was a role in a new movie that the host of the party was producing. Mitzi had been celebrating all evening and by the time Bettie Page arrived on the arm of a sleazy mid-level Hollywood flunky, the blonde dancer was not only quite drunk but had become somewhat raucous as well. A buzz ran through the crowd when Bettie arrived (fashionably late, as usual) and slipped off her wrap for she was wearing a low-cut, skin-tight, black dress that showed off her firm, trim figure to perfection. As she moved, it revealed her lithe legs through a mid-thigh high slit in the left side.

Mitzi had been oblivious to Bettie's entry, she'd been busily engaged in conversation with singer-dancer Shirley MacLaine who everyone saw as Mitzi's main rival for Hollywood stardom as a dancer. Mitzi had her back to the door when Bettie came in, although she probably wouldn't have known who she was if she had seen her. Shirley recognized the underground movie star, however, and casually maneuvered the conversation with Mitzi around to the subject of the bondage "loops" or the 8mm movies shown in the peep show arcades. "I've heard this Bettie Page person is a big star in those," Shirley said as she winked at Miss Page who was just walking up behind Mitzi as Shirley was speaking, so the young blonde never saw her coming. "Those sluts are a buncha whores," Mitzi said, slurring her words because of all the alcohol she'd consumed that evening.

"Really," said the dark-haired Bettie over Mitzi's shoulder. Surprised by the unfamiliar voice, Mitzi turned to look the strange woman up and down. She shivered a little as she realized the woman was not only extraordinarily attractive, but her face had a wild and vaguely unsettling expression. Her figure, however, was trim and muscular like Mitzi's and she knew Bettie had been the January Playmate that year. What really bothered Mitzi, though, was that this woman had achieved a level of fame that surpassed hers merely by showing her body and posing for pictures in her underwear while she had spent countless hours rehearsing and practicing her craft. "Mitzi," Shirley cackled wickedly, "I'd like to introduce the queen of the sluts you were talking about, Bettie Page." Mitzi's hand was shaking as the petite brunette reached out and grasped it firmly. "And just who would you be?" Bettie asked haughtily.

"This is Mitzi Gaynor, Bet," Shirley said with a wicked gleam, "she's the guest of honor this evening." Bettie studied Mitzi's face for a moment before her dark eyes slid downward over Mitzi's firm breasts, flat stomach and the swell of her pussy in the tight mid-calf dress she was wearing. "Oh? And exactly what did you do to deserve such an honor?" Bettie asked with a tight smile. "Something deliciously wicked, I hope." Mitzi blushed, unsure of what response the new-comer was expecting, but Shirley came to her "rescue" and explained that Mitzi had recently beaten actress Debra Paget in a fight at the Producers Club a few days before.

Bettie chuckled at the revelation. "That was you? I heard poor Debra lost to some rookie but I'd never have guessed from looking at you that you're a fighter. Aside from that bruise I see on your cheek that you tried to cover with make-up. Gretchen, she's Debra's manager if you didn't know, told me the only reason you won was because some friend of yours climbed into the ring to rescue you when Deb was kicking your ass. Gretchen said if she hadn't broken up the fight Deb might have killed you." Mitzi blushed at the revelation for while the "facts" were correct, she felt she would still have won even without her new manager Nikki Spade's interference. Bettie cocked an eyebrow, leaned closer to Mitzi and asked in a conspiratorial whisper, "Is that REALLY why you won?" As she examined Mitzi in light of the revelation about her feat, Bettie shook her head as if she still couldn't believe Mitzi was a fighter. "You look more like a lover to me. But perhaps you have hidden talents that aren't obvious at first blush."

Mitzi wasn't sure of how to reply to the subtle taunts so she said nothing, but Shirley was unwilling to allow her rival off so easily. "You'd be surprised Miss Page," Shirley said with an evil leer in Mitzi's direction, "I heard she and her new manager did the mattress mambo after the fight. Maybe that was Mitzi's way of thanking her for saving her ass? Is that how it was, Mitzi darling?" Mitzi's face turned deep crimson and she would have run from the room if the Page woman hadn't been in her way.

She tried to maneuver between Bettie and Shirley but her hand was shaking so badly that a slight bump of her hip by Shirley made her drink slip from her fingers and splash all over Bettie's dress. "Oh, I'm sorry," Mitzi gasped, "Here, lemme." She started rubbing her napkin over Bettie's full thighs, but the busty, dark-haired woman brushed her hands away. "You've done enough already. It wasn't enough to call me a slut in front of everyone? You had to throw your drink all over my new dress too?. Mitzi was stunned by the angry models outrageous accusation. "No, I din't," she gasped, "It was an accid . . . "

Before she could finish her sentence, Bettie angrily turned her back on Mitzi and started to walk away. "No, wait," Mitzi yelped as she grabbed Bettie's arm, but the brunette pried Mitzi's finger's from her forearm and pushed the young dancer aside. Off balance and unsteady from all the alcohol Shirley had been pouring into her all evening, Mitzi staggered and when Shirley stuck out her foot, she fell head over heels across a coffee table and landed upside down with her legs in the lap of very fat, very surprised and very famous movie director. He stared down into her dress which was pushed up around her hips from her fall and as he eyed the mound between her powerful dancers thighs, she felt his manhood react. "Jesus, Alfred," she muttered as she struggled to get up, "don't just sit there and get a hard on, help me up."

"Did you see that?" Shirley yelled to attract everyone's attention, "Bettie Page just decked Mitzi!" Mitzi looked around in confusion. Even Bettie was surprised and she protested, "No, I . . . ." but she didn't get any further as Mitzi quickly leaped to her feet and grabbed Bettie by the hair and threw her down on the floor. Bettie landed on her ass and the party-goers got a good look at the leopard print panties she'd made famous in one of her popular calendar poses. "Catfight!" a busty blonde screamed as everyone backed off to give the two women plenty of room. "Let `em fight," a man yelled, "she's got it coming." Shirley cackled, noting the man hadn't bothered to specify who the "she" was that he was referring to for she knew it really didn't matter. Like the rest of the jaded revelers, all he wanted was to see a couple of women fight and it looked like he'd get his wish.

Bettie got slowly to her feet, "No, it's not what you think . . . ," she began, but Mitzi's open-handed slap silenced her in mid-word. Bettie's hand went slowly to her cheek as her eyes revealed her confusion and concern over the events. "Aw right, bitch," Mitzi sneered, "if you wanna fight, tha's wha' yew're gonna git." Mitzi was full of confidence after beating Debra Paget, but she had beaten Debra when she was sober and after days of preparation. Tonight, she was not only drunk but mentally unprepared for a fight as well. But in spite of that, she was the one who landed the first blows as first she slapped Bettie and then grabbed a handful of her dark hair and flipped her over a sofa.

Bettie landed heavily and before she recovered, Mitzi was on top of her, ripping out several hunks of her hair and ripping open the bodice of her expensive dress to expose an exquisite bra that barely concealed the older woman's firm breasts. As the audience craned their necks for a better look at Bettie's charms, the dark-haired model raised both her feet and drove them into the startled Mitzi's belly. Mitzi wasn't ready and her stomach muscles were relaxed. Bettie's feet went deep in Mitzi's belly and Bettie's legs lifted Mitzi off the floor and sent her flying back over the sofa. She landed on a coffee table that collapsed under her weight and as she lay moaning and holding her throbbing belly, Bettie climbed across the sofa to continue the fight.

The model lifted Mitzi to her feet by the hair and slapped her face from side to side to side until Mitzi's eyes teared. Bettie pulled open the front of Mitzi's dress and when she saw Mitzi's firm breasts, she made a fist and smashed the blonde dancer square in the left breast. Mitzi staggered back and fell into the crowd, giving several people (men and women alike) an opportunity to grope her breasts. A couple of men helped Mitzi to her feet and shoved her back toward Bettie, who waited patiently with an angry expression on her face, looking for all the world as if she were eager to resume the struggle.

Mitzi was tough, however, and she tried desperately to fight back. She tried using her legs to kick Bettie, but the dark-haired model easily avoided her uncoordinated attack and drove her fist into Mitzi's belly again and again. The punches really rocked Mitzi whose stomach was full of food and liquor and the dancer doubled over holding herself as Bettie brought a knee up which smacked hard against Mitzi's breasts. The dancer's legs buckled and she slumped to her knees which gave Bettie an opportunity to reach down and with a single swift motion pull Mitzi's dress up around her head, blinding her and tangling her arms in the folds of loose cloth.

As Mitzi struggled to free herself from her dress, Bettie kicked off her shoes and prepared for battle. She grabbed the blonde's dress once again and, after a brief tug-of-war, pulled it completely off over her head leaving Mitzi in her bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. She rose to her feet and after initially trying to cover her near-nudity with her hands, gave up her attempts at modesty and turned to face the grinning Bettie Page. Both women came together breast-to-breast with their hands in each others hair, pulling and twisting as each tried to get the other off her feet to gain the advantage.

They staggered back and forth, knocking over tables, lamps and furniture as they battled across the living room. Mitzi was at a disadvantage initially because she was still wearing her high heels, but as they battled she lost first one and then the other, putting her on an "even footing." Mitzi released her grip on Bettie's hair with her right hand and focused her attention to Bettie's dress which soon yielded to her frantic pulling and parted down a seam with a loud ripping sound.

Bettie again got a foot into Mitzi's stomach and her kick sent Mitzi flying, but she took most of Bettie's dress along with her. Both women were striking sights, Mitzi in a red bra and panties with matching garter belt and flesh colored stockings; Bettie in her trademark leopard print underwear and dark stockings with a seam up the back. Mitzi had taken enough punishment at that point and was looking for the exit. Unaware of Mitzi's flight plan, Bettie chased her and caught up to her at the buffet table where she used a handful of her well-coifed hair to shove Mitzi face-first into the punch bowl. She came up sputtering with pieces of fruit clinging to her hair. The watchers erupted in laughter at the sight of the disheveled beauty.

Bettie stepped back, perhaps thinking she'd done enough damage to convince Mitzi to end the fight, but the humiliation of having her face pushed in the punch bowl, and the resulting laughter at her expense, had angered Mitzi and she now resumed the fight with a new sense of outrage. She leaped at Bettie and raked the busty models chest, catching her fingers in Bettie's leopard print bra and pulling her to her knees as the thin fabric held momentarily before it came away in Mitzi's hands. Bettie's near-perfect breasts spilled out of the cups into full view and everyone, even the women, pressed forward to get a look at the young woman's lovely breasts.

Bettie uttered a curse and, from her knees, reached up, grabbed Mitzi around the waist and pulled her down beside her on the floor. They were locked in close combat, rolling over and over, slapping, scratching and pulling hair. Both women screamed curses and yelled epithets as they fought. Bettie was the first to use her fists as she landed two hard blows to Mitzi's breasts, forcing the slender blonde to grunt in pain as each landed. Bettie scrambled to her feet and as the blonde rose to her knees, Bettie kicked her in the belly again, flipping Mitzi over backwards and sending her sliding on her back beneath a grand piano in the corner of the living room.

Bettie's punches and kicks, combined with all the alcohol Mitzi had consumed, left the young woman stunned. Bettie took advantage by dragging her out from under the piano by the heels and lifting her to her feet by the hair then slamming Mitzi's back against the wall. Her head struck the plaster surface and stunned her, two more fists to her belly doubled her over before another knee to the chest dropped her to the floor again. Mitzi lay writhing in pain as Bettie stood over her, taunting her and daring her to get up, "... if you want more punishment." Mitzi looked up at Bettie with tears in her eyes and then slowly bowed her head as if she were admitting defeat, although in reality, she was just gathering herself for a last, desperate effort to attempt to turn the fight around.

Bettie, thinking Mitzi was finished, turned around to accept the congratulations of the audience, but just as she turned, Mitzi leaped to her feet and attacked Bettie from behind. She knocked the brunette down on her breasts and leaped on her back, pummeling the smaller brunette with two fists. From her position on Bettie's back, however, Mitzi couldn't do any real damage since Bettie was on her stomach and her most vulnerable anatomy was protected by her body from Mitzi's attack.

As soon as she recovered from the "sneak attack," Bettie managed to roll over, get her hands in Mitzi's hair and throw the blonde off of her. They rolled around on the carpet for several minutes until Bettie once again landed a hard punch, this time to Mitzi's jaw! Everyone gasped as the blonde's body went limp and she toppled over and fell on the sofa where she lay stunned and slowly rubbed her jaw with her right hand. "Have you had enough?" Bettie hissed, "Stay down blondie, I don't want to hurt you any more than I already have."

Mitzi shook her head to clear the cobwebs and stop the ringing in her ears, but after her previous mistake interpreting Mitzi's signals, Bettie wasn't taking any chances this time. She mistook Mitzi's head shaking for a refusal to quit, so she advanced to resume her attack. When she saw Bettie coming after her again, Mitzi lowered her head and covered her face with her hands, but that didn't stop Bettie who dragged her off the sofa by one leg, bouncing her tight little butt on the carpet. When she realized that Bettie was going to continue her beating, Mitzi grabbed Bettie's panties and yanked them down to her knees, hoping to embarrass Bettie and give herself time to collect her wits. Rather than allow herself to be embarrassed, the model wasn't even slowed down. She quickly stepped out of her panties as Mitzi scrambled to her feet and ran outside to the patio, looking for any path to escape the angry brunette's wrath.

Bettie, now nearly completely nude, was right behind her and when Mitzi slowed to look for an exit Bettie grabbed her arm and spun her around. "Bitch," she hissed as she grabbed Mitzi's bra and pulled so hard the straps broke. It ended up around the dancer's waist as her firm breasts bounced on her heaving chest. "NO," she gasped as she pushed Bettie away and started to run again. Bettie tackled her around the thighs and even as Mitzi slid across the bricks on her bare chest, Bettie was already pulling at the thin fabric of her panties. It didn't take any time for her to strip Mitzi and now both women down to only garter belts and stockings.

They were on their knees slapping, scratching and punching but Bettie's sobriety and her righteous anger gave her a big advantage over tipsy Mitzi. The blonde knew she was being embarrassed and all she wanted was to get away from the crazy Bettie Page woman before she was seriously injured. Mitzi swung her right hand wildly and got lucky when it bounced high off Bettie's forehead knocking her back and giving her a chance to run once more. Bettie quickly got to her feet and followed her. She caught up to her beside a low wall that separated the patio from the garden area.

Bettie tackled the blonde around the shoulders and both women flew over the low block wall and landed in a freshly tilled garden where the ground was soaked from a late afternoon rain shower. Neither woman hesitated as they continued to wrestle in the mud, slapping, cussing, and pushing each others face in the mud until Bettie finally gained the upper hand and straddled Mitzi's shoulders from behind. She pushed the blonde's face down in the mud until her nose and mouth were buried in the soft, gooey muck. Unable to breathe, Mitzi kicked her feet and flailed her arms wildly but Bettie was ruthless. She leaned forward, using all her weight to hold Mitzi down until her struggles weakened and finally stopped entirely. A couple of men started forward to pull her off, but then she released Mitzi of her own accord and smiled coyly.

Bettie rose slowly and lifted Mitzi's body by the hair on the back of her head. She dragged her nude body back to the patio where she threw Mitzi's gasping body at the feet of the producer. "Here's your fighter, Sid. I guess she ain't so tough after all." The men gathered around to congratulate Bettie as well as ogle her terrific figure which she didn't bother to cover since she enjoyed the attention. "That was quite a show you put on," the producer said as he eyed the scratches on Bettie's breasts and licked his lips hungrily. "You ain't seen nothing yet," Bettie said, "I think this bad girl needs her butt spanked and you know there's nobody in this town can paddle butt like Bettie."

Mitzi was battered and thoroughly beaten when Bettie took a fistful of her bedraggled hair and dragged her across the brick patio on her hands and knees to a chair. She pulled Mitzi to her feet and as the beaten blonde wavered unsteadily, Bettie slapped her breasts back and forth with her open hand to waken her and get her full attention. Each slap that echoed across the open patio was followed by a tiny yip of pain from Mitzi. When she thought Mitzi had suffered enough, Bettie took her over her knee and started to spank her round little behind. As the on-lookers gaped in awe, Bettie spanked her with one hand and fingered her pussy with the other. She spanked and fingered Mitzi until her body stiffened and shuddered to a roaring orgasm that left her limp and weeping in complete and total humiliation. Mitzi had been thoroughly dominated by the smaller woman in front of nearly a hundred influential Hollywood insiders in a fight that would have implications for both her movie and fighting careers.

Bettie stood up and let Mitzi's shaking body drop on her belly to the cold bricks. Then she knelt beside her as she removed the weeping blonde's garter belt and used it to tie her unresisting hands behind her back. Mitzi was too broken in spirit to even protest and let Bettie tie her securely without saying a word. As Bettie stood over her prize, a light rain began to fall and the spectators, knowing the one-sided contest had reached a conclusion, ran for cover. Bettie stood over Mitzi's shaking body for a minute as the rain beat down on her nude body, dripping off her hard nipples onto the bricks. Finally, she sighed, turned and walked back inside to pick up what remained of her dress and accept congratulations from the assembled Hollywood big-wigs.

Poor Mitzi lay on her belly, her body shuddering while she cried as cool rain pelted down on her hot skin. Soon thin columns of steam vapor began to rise from her hot ass as the rain pooled in the hollow of her back. When it filled to overflowing, the water ran in a tiny rivulet downward along the crack of her ass and dripped from her swollen pussy lips onto the patio. The sensation was strange and Mitzi found herself being aroused by the feel of the water running through her sensitive private areas.

As she lay there, Mitzi heard footsteps on the bricks and felt a hand lovingly touch her. Mitzi turned her head and she saw Nikki, her friend and new manager. The young woman stroked her red ass a moment and then slowly untied her hands and took her in her arms. "What happened Mitzi dear?" she asked, her words choked by the emotion she felt at seeing her new friends humiliation. "I'm so sorry, I just got here. Who did this? Was it Shirley?" Mitzi tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come. She just sat in the pouring rain and wept as Nikki held her close.

As she held Mitzi, Nikki saw fear as Mitzi's eyes darted around as if afraid Bettie would re-appear to resume her beating. "This way," Nikki said as she took Mitzi's arm and led her down a path to the parking lot where she'd parked her car. Mitzi leaned on Nikki's arm for support as she stumbled along beside her and once she reached up and lightly touched the woman's cheek. "Thank you," she sobbed. Nikki had to wipe her eyes, whether from the rain or tears was impossible to know but her mere presence steadied Mitzi and gave her the support she needed to make as dignified an exit as possible under the circumstances. Nikki put Mitzi in her car and took a blanket from the trunk in which to wrap the shivering young blonde.

Nikki took Mitzi back to the apartment they shared and on the way Mitzi gasped out the story of what had happened at the party. Nikki was surprised that no one had stopped the fight, but Mitzi shook her head. "They all wanted something to happen," she said, "they're a bunch of fight addicts. They get off on it. Frankly, I'd have been surprised if they HAD stopped it." Nikki helped Mitzi up the steps and put her under a hot shower and tried to wash the mud and dirt from her body as well as clean the numerous scratches on her breasts and stomach from being dragged across the brick patio. When Mitzi was clean, Nikki carried her to the bedroom and laid her on her bed. Mitzi tried to pull Nikki down beside her but the woman shook her head. "You're tired and hurt right now, it's not fair. I'll just sit here and keep watch over you. Kind of like standing guard." Mitzi fell asleep with Nikki seated beside the bed and listening to the sound of Mitzi's deep breathing. She knew her promise of "other nights" wasn't a hollow one and she found she was looking forward to them.

As a result of the fight, Mitzi's producer canceled her new contract and instead he gave Mitzi's role to Shirley Maclaine. Years later in her autobiography, Shirley admitted she'd seen Mitzi's fight with Debra Paget and hadn't been impressed by her ability. That, and the encouragement she got from Debra's manager Gretchen were the reasons she gave for her decision to get into the fighting scene herself the day after seeing Bettie humiliate Mitzi at the party. She admitted that she'd poured so many drinks into Mitzi as part of her plan to start a fight with Mitzi herself and she'd been disappointed when Bettie had shown up and taken advantage of the groundwork she had laid. She felt getting Mitzi's contract was just compensation for losing the chance to expose the young dancer as a catfighting fraud.

All wasn't lost for Mitzi, however. The producer told her she could win a new contract if she fought Bettie Page again. He wanted them to meet in the ring at the same exclusive private fight club where Mitzi had beaten Debra Paget. The winner would get a contract and Bettie, eager to break into legitimate films, quickly accepted. It took Nikki a week to convince Mitzi, but she finally agreed as well.

Gretchen, who had managed Debra Paget in her unsuccessful fight with Mitzi and been embarrassed by Nikki and Mitzi, signed Bettie to a management contract. Gretchen didn't care about Bettie, she only wanted an opportunity to get even with Nikki and Mitzi for the way they'd stripped her after Mitzi's fight with Debra Paget.

Read Mitzi's rematch with Bettie in Chapter 5.