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These are stories of fights that may have taken place in the mid-1950's between Hollywood stars. They contain nudity, lesbianism and violence. Except for actual incidents involving real persons, all people and incidents are fiction.

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CLASSIC FANTASY FIGHTS: Mitzi #11 (Nikki's Nightmare) - by Kim and Ginny

The morning after Nikki was forced to go home with Gretchen from the restaurant she awoke to sunlight streaming through the window onto her face. She rolled over and saw Gretchen smiling at her. Gretchen took Nikki's breast in her hand, bent and slipped her lips around the nipple. Nikki moaned as the redhead suckled it noisily, bringing it to hard arousal. "Sleeping beauty awakes," Gretchen said as she sat up and licked her lips. She rolled over on top of Nikki, holding her by the hair as she straddled her waist and looked down at her. "Ready to start your first day as my plaything?" Nikki shuddered but remembered what Gretchen said the night before about how to address her. "Yes Ma'am," Nikki said, not having to force a grin, "I'm ready." "We really wore you out last night didn't we?" Gretchen laughed, referring to the marathon lovemaking session after they got home from the restaurant. "You slept late."

Nikki nodded, "I enjoyed every minute of it. I've never been in that position before. I mean, I don't even remember their names." She blushed self-consciously. "Don't worry," Gretchen said as she caressed Nikki's cheek, "You'll learn soon enough. You'll learn or be punished. It sharpens the senses and concentrates the mind like nothing else. There's only a few rules, so even you should be able to remember them." She ran her fingers through Nikki's blonde hair, then jerked her head back and stared into her blue eyes. "You wear clothes ONLY when I say and only the clothes I say. Just me, no one else. Not Shirley and not the girls." Nikki looked at her, confused, "The girls?" "Yes, Eva and Karin, the ones who were here last night. I guess you were too busy to get their names. You'll obey their orders as if they came from me. After a while, you'll learn what limits you have and who you take what orders from and who you don't."

Gretchen took Nikki's hand and pulled her naked body out of the white canopied bed which sat in the middle of an ornate French Provincial bedroom. The room had been decorated in palatial splendor with wealth Gretchen got from someplace Nikki didn't yet know. She took Nikki to the bathroom and turned on the shower. It was a large enclosure with multiple shower heads. She put Nikki inside, closed the door and ordered her to adjust the water. Naturally, it was icy cold when it came on and Nikki struggled with the unfamiliar controls until she had it where she thought Gretchen wanted it. She was still shivering when Gretchen joined her.

Nikki thought Gretchen expected her to bathe her, as if she were her body slave or something, so she was surprised when Gretchen took the soap and washcloth and started to bathe her! When she finished, Gretchen put her hands on the wall on either side of Nikki's head. "Now," she sighed, "do me." Nikki gave the redhead a good scrubbing, then Gretchen started to stroke her. Their wet bodies entwined under the spray as hands groped, caressed and fondled. Within minutes, both climaxed. Clearly, Gretchen knew Nikki's needs for she did everything the blonde enjoyed. It was like she'd watched Nikki with Mitzi, or Mitzi had told her how to satisfy her but of course that was impossible. With Gretchen it was instinct, one that never failed with another woman.

Gretchen put Nikki on her back on the shower floor and mounted her. The slender blonde squirming and moaning as one orgasm and then another swept over her like waves, breaking on a rocky shore. Nikki lay limp on the tiles as Gretchen sat up and turned off the water. As it dripped on their hot bodies, Gretchen worked her tongue down the exhausted blonde's throat to her breast. Finally, after catching their breath, Gretchen picked Nikki up, carried her to a bench and dried her with a big, fluffy towel. Gretchen's touch was light but she knew just how and where to rub to re-enflame Nikki's passions. She rubbed Nikki's body until she was aroused, then tossed the towel aside, took Nikki in her arms, carried her to the bedroom and laid her gently on the big bed.

Gretchen had just climbed up on the bed when there was a knock at the bedroom door. Before she could say anything, it opened and two young women came in. One was a tall blonde, busty, long legged, with long, curly hair. The other had dark hair, close cropped and her figure was less full than her companion. Nikki recognized them as being the "girls" Gretchen had talked about earlier who'd been in bed with them the night before. So much had happened, she didn't remember their names.

"I'm sorry to interrupt Aunt Gretchen," the brunette said as she climbed into bed and embraced Gretchen, kissing her on the lips, "but that reporter's downstairs. She insists on talking to you right away. Says it's urgent, that you called her last night?" Gretchen frowned as Nikki tried to pull a sheet over her naked body as the blonde bent to kiss them. She snatched the sheet away and growled, "Remember what I said? Naked unless I tell you otherwise. Now, sit quietly while I get dressed."

Gretchen patted the blonde's ass. "Eva, go tell Brenda I'll be down shortly and start breakfast. Be sure she knows she's expected." Eva nodded, her eyes tightening jealously as her cousin fondled Nikki and Gretchen's breasts, "Yes Ma'am." She slipped out the door and closed it behind her, leaving her brunette cousin, who Nikki thought was named Karin, in bed between Nikki and Gretchen.

Gretchen got out of bed, went to a huge walk-in closet and dressed in a white silk blouse, tan jodhpurs and brown leather riding boots. She tossed Nikki a short silk robe and took her hand. "Come on, let's go tell Brenda Starr the good news about Shirley's contract to box Mitzi's ears." Nikki belted the tiny robe around her waist, her asscheeks and pussy both visible below the hem. "I can't see her in this," Nikki whined. Gretchen spun and slapped her cheek. "I told you the rules. I tried to be a little sympathetic about your modesty, this being your first day and all. But since you don't appreciate it . . . Take off the robe!" Nikki hesitated. "Please Gretchen, I didn't mean . . ."

Gretchen slapped her again, harder this time and Karin giggled at Nikki's discomfort. "You call me Ma'am or Miss Gretchen. Now take the robe off before I punish you for your insolence. For your mistake, you'll spend the day nude. It'll help you get used to it." Nikki untied the robe, slipped it off and laid it on the bed. She stood up, her face flushed and demurely crossed her hands in front of her. Gretchen slapped at her hands. "Stand up straight and proud, hands at your sides. I'm not ashamed of your skinny body, don't you be either. Now, let's give Miss Brenda Starr that interview she wants so badly. While I'm talking to her, you stand behind me until I tell you to move, then do exactly as I say without hesitation. Understand?" Yes Ma'am," Nikki said, her voice quivering.

Nikki nervously followed Gretchen and Karin down a long, winding staircase. As she descended, she took a look around, seeing three oil portraits on the wall. The woman's face in the large center picture looked familiar, but Nikki couldn't recall who she was or where she'd seen her. Brenda Starr was sitting in the sun room chatting to the blonde teenager Nikki now remembered was Eva. She felt stupid for not remembering earlier. They stood when Gretchen appeared and Brenda turned around. When she saw the naked Nikki padding along barefooted behind Gretchen, her mouth dropped open and she almost dropped the coffee cup she was holding.

Gretchen greeted Brenda, air kissing both cheeks and motioned for her to sit back down, then dismissed the teenagers with a wave of her hand. Gretchen sat with Brenda, her hand on the reporters thigh. "I wanted you to be the first to hear, Bren. Last night Nikki and I signed for Gaynor and Shirley to meet in a boxing match." Brenda was fumbling for her notebook. "Boxing? Wow! What did Frank say?" She scribbled quickly as Gretchen spoke, "Well, at first he wasn't too happy, but after he thought a while, he decided it was time the fans got to see some other kind of fights. If it's a hit, he may try some other things some girls have asked for. For the time being, it's only an experiment."

Brenda looked at Nikki, her eyes moving slowly up and down her nude body. "I was going to ask what possessed you to sign Gaynor to a boxing match, Nikki, but seeing you here, like this, I assume you and Gretch have an, umm what should I call it, arrangement? Gaynor's never shown any indication of talent for boxing, quite the opposite."

"Well," Nikki began, "we were having dinner at 'Les Champs' when it came up. Mitzi picks things up quickly so I thought . . ." Brenda smiled. "Came up? I heard 'strung up' is more like what happened. Did Shirley really hang her and whip her right there in front of everyone?" Nikki blushed, "It was a set-up! More a mugging than a figh . . ." She stopped mid-word at seeing the look on Gretchen's face. It was almost maniacal, like a homicidal rage at Nikki speaking without permission. It made Nikki's blood run cold. She realized she'd made a big mistake.

Gretchen glared at Nikki and dismissed her with a wave of her hand. "Go get the girls and bring them here. Be quick about it, I want to show Brenda something and she's on a tight schedule." Nikki hopped up and scampered away, her tight bare bottom quivering with every stride. Brenda watched until Nikki disappeared, then she sighed heavily. "That's about the last girl I'd have expected to find hanging around here naked. Not that it's not a wonderful way to spend a few days." Gretchen laughed, "It's going to be more than a few days. This one's a keeper, not like some of the willful little sluts I've entertained in the past."

Brenda's face flushed, but she knew better than to argue. Instead, she changed the subject. "So, tell me about last night. I want all the sordid details." Gretchen shook her head. "No, I've told you enough about the past, I want to show you the future. A little demo to help promote the boxing match. I know Frank will want you to write."

Nikki returned with Eva and her cousin Karin. "Nikki dear, go with the girls to the gym, make yourself useful. Karin will show you what to do. Brenda and I will join you momentarily. Karin, tell Anne I want her and Eva to warm up and be ready to box when we get there." Karin and Eva each took an arm and led Nikki to the steps leading to the basement. Brenda watched Nikki's bare bottom again. "Wow, how'd you ever get your hands on her? I've got to hear how. She mentioned 'Les Champs' so I assume it was both decadent and devious. Please tell me what happened? I've got to know the gory details."

Gretchen stood up, "Alright, I suppose you'll hear it sooner or later. Come on, I'll tell you downstairs." She took Brenda to the gym where they found Eva warming up in the ring with a tall, gauntly skinny Black woman. "Who's the Black girl?" Brenda asked as she took in the sight of a nearly nude young Black woman. Gretchen smiled, "She's Sammy's. Quite a fist fighter. He sent her over to give Shirley someone to spar with who knows what they're doing. Eva and Karin are OK, but as you'll see, she's much better."

Nikki was in Eva's corner as her second, along with Karin. Two other young blondes, Stella Stevens and Angie Dickinson were in the opposite corner as the seconds for the Black girl, Anne. Gretchen joined Brenda at ringside and they watched as Anne danced and darted around the ring, using her quick footwork to move lithely across the canvas matting with just a whisper. The tall, busty Eva stayed in her corner, shadowboxing and slamming her gloves against the turnbuckles with terrific impact. Just then Shirley showed up. "Good," Gretchen beamed, "I was hoping you'd get here before the fight. Strip and show Brenda your injuries."

Shirley smiled and did a slow, erotic striptease. When she was naked, Brenda carefully examined her body. She couldn't find a single marked to show she'd been in a fight with Mitzi. Gretchen smiled. "Now, take a seat and watch. Let's see how this girl Sammy sent you does with Eva." Gretchen turned to Brenda and whispered, "Eva was fighting Karin the other day and didn't stop when I told her. She kept hitting my favorite niece. I told her since she thinks she's so tough, we'd find her some better competition." Meanwhile, Shirley looked up in the ring at Anne, who was grinning and slapping her gloves together. "Oh boy, more white trash for ol' Anne to take out."

Shirley got dressed as Anne and Eva finished warming up and Gretchen finished telling Brenda the story of what happened between Shirley and Mitzi the night before. "Mitzi lost her cool with Shirley, then lost just about everything else as well. The fight was fast and furious, but short. Shirley said she'd beat Mitzi in two minutes and damn of she didn't do it, easily. She didn't get a scratch." Brenda smiled, "Well, if you recall, that's what I predicted would happen when they fought." Gretchen nodded, "Yes, Nikki's little lover girl got beat up and tied up. Nikki gave herself for me to keep Shirley from finishing her."

"What happened to Mitzi afterward?" Brenda asked. "Oh, she got picked up by that broad from the mid-town mission Frank supports," Gretchen laughed. "She's probably still hiding there. You should go take a look at her for yourself. A picture's worth a thousand words. She'll be a fright this morning because Shirley really went too far."

Brenda watched the women warm up as Gretchen finished her story then she sent them to their corners. "Anne's a year older than Eva," she said. "Sammy says she's very good, so she should take Eva apart rather easily. She's quick, has long arms and hits hard. Sammy says she can take a punch and I'd like to find out. Karin's a better wrestler, but Eva's a better boxer, at least she hits hard, but even so, she's in over her head against this Anne."

"If that's true," Brenda asked as she glanced at Gretchen, "Why'd you put her in there?" Gretchen smiled, "I have my reasons. Let's just say Eva's been a little rambunctious lately and I want Anne to bring her down a notch or two. I'll tell you later - if I'm right. OK girls, let's see what you can do. Nikki, ring the bell." Nikki rang the bell and stepped back, taking her place beside Karin.

Anne smiled confidently as she moved to Eva who backed up with her hands raised. Eva flicked out a left but Anne brushed it aside disdainfully and slammed her right up under Eva's left breast bringing a loud grunt from the blonde. Gretchen smiled and nodded her approval. As Eva backed up, Anne moved in and jabbed the blonde twice in the face. Her hands moved so fast even to Brenda's experienced eyes it was just a blur. She was already impressed by the slim Black girl's skill. Eva wiped her bleeding nose with the back of her arm and jabbed Anne once in the face, but the Black woman avoided a follow-up right hand and slammed Eva between the breasts with a hard right that stopped her in her tracks.

Anne stepped back and measured Eva, then jabbed her once in the forehead to lift her head and followed with a hard right to the side of her jaw. Eva slumped to her knees in front of Anne, her hands on her thighs and her chin on her chest. "Nikki," Gretchen said without a trace of emotion, "Get her up and ready for the next round. Nice work Anne." Nikki and Karin scrambled into the ring to pick up Eva as Stella and Angie toweled off Anne who had barely broken a sweat. Nikki held the stool as Karin carefully lowered her cousin's bottom onto it. Eva was obviously dazed and Nikki broke an ammonia capsule under her nose as Karin sponged her face with cold water.

Gretchen leaned on the apron and asked Anne, "Think you can do it with the other hand next time?" Anne smiled and nodded silently. "OK. Then do it." She put an arm around Brenda's shoulder and led her to the French doors that looked out over the pool where Natalie Wood and Janet Leigh were sunbathing in the nude. Their bodies glistened with the oil they'd just been slathering on each other.

"Did you see how her quickness lets her set up her punches? She's a lot like Shirley in that respect. I hate to say this, but Eva's not as easy to hit as Gaynor. Come on, Eva's had enough time to recover, let's see if Anne can do it again or if that time was just luck." They went back to the ring and Gretchen asked each girl if she were ready. Both said they were. Eva looked more determined then she had been in the first round. Brenda expected her to do well and found herself looking forward to teasing Gretchen about her theory after Eva knocked Anne down.

Karin rang the bell. Her eyes sparkling with excitement as she watched Eva's firm butt jiggle as she bounced on the balls of her feet. Anne's feet slid along the mat with little whispering sounds as she glided diagonally, her left hand extended and her right fist cocked just below her jaw. Eva kept moving to her right, carefully avoiding Anne's right hand. Anne landed a couple of sharp left jabs and each time Eva stopped in her tracks, then resumed her cautious circling. She kept her own right hand ready, looking for an opening to unload on the tall Black girl in front of her, Anne kept her own jab in Eva's face and never let the blonde set herself. Suddenly, Anne pivoted on her left foot and stepped toward Eva, digging her right fist into Eva's left side just below her elbow.

Eva grunted and bent slightly with the punch, but instead of moving back and setting herself as before, Anne switched her posture and started to jab with her right hand, now holding her left fist back. "She's fighting left-handed!" Brenda gasped in surprise. "Damn! She's ambidextrous," Gretchen chuckled. "That's a handy thing to be." Just then, Anne left-hooked Eva in the solar plexus and stunned her again. Eva's hands dropped to her stomach and her knees buckled, but a chopping right send her reeling to the ropes. She rebounded just as Anne turned and got her entire weight behind a straight driving left to Eva's belly button. She doubled over the fist and when Anne pulled back, Eva dropped face-first on the mat.

"Damn!" Brenda sighed, "She IS good. I never saw it coming." Gretchen nodded, "Yes, she's all Sammy said she is. Nikki, get Eva up and walk her around. I want her ready to go again in 5 minutes, understand?" Nikki looked at Gretchen, incredulously. "You can't be serious. She's in no shape to . . ." She stopped when she saw from her expression Gretchen was not only serious, but in no mood to put up with any resistance. "Yes, of course. Five minutes," Nikki blurted out quickly in an effort to mollify Gretchen. The redhead glared at Nikki a moment, then asked Karin, "How is she? Will she be ready in five minutes?" Karin looked into Eva's eyes and smiled, "Oh yes. She just got the wind knocked out of her. She'll be fine after she catches her breath."

"Aaaaaah," Eva moaned as she looked at Gretchen. "Please, don't make me go out ther . . ." Gretchen cut her off with an abrupt wave of her hand. "You remember what happened last week? You laughed that Karin needed to learn a lesson when you gave her that black eye. Well, this week is your lesson. You got five minutes, not a second more. Get her ready Nikki. If not, you'll replace her and you won't get as lenient treatment as my niece." Nikki dragged Eva to her stool, sat her down and fumbled for the ammonia capsule.

Eva was on her feet, but still a bit woozy when Gretchen came back and told her to get ready to fight. Nikki opened her mouth to protest, but something inside her made her shut up just in time to avoid a tongue lashing of her own, for when Eva tried to talk Gretchen into showing some mercy, the big redhead slapped her niece and called her a coward. "If you don't get into that ring right this minute and knock that big black broad on her ass, you'll be sorry. Now get in there and do what I tell you without any backtalk." Morosely, Eva stepped through the ropes to face the grinning Anne.

Brenda wasn't sure it was a good idea to let Eva face Anne again, she'd already shown she couldn't keep up with the Negro and she worried the young blonde would get hurt. On the other hand, she reminded herself, Eva *was* Gretchen's niece. She surely wouldn't put her own flesh and blood in the ring if there were any chance of injury. She watched with a practiced eye as Eva took her stance, her eyes were clear and her movements crisp. Brenda envied the girl the youth that enabled her to recover so rapidly from a severe knockdown. Yet there was something in Eva's 'body language' that betrayed a lack of confidence. Maybe the earlier knockdowns that had sapped her will to fight.

Eva tried to keep Anne on her right side where she had the shortest distance to throw her right hand 'knockout' punch, but Anne easily moved in and out and each time she came close, she smacked Eva in the face with two or three quick jabs that kept her off balance and unable to set and throw her 'Sunday punch'. It was a classic boxer-puncher confrontation, Brenda thought to herself, and so far the boxer was dominating. Still, she knew from watching fights that all Eva needed was to land one good punch and Eva was doomed.

Anne landed several hard left jabs that snapped Eva's head as she slowly forced the blonde to stop advancing and back up. That was what Anne had been waiting for. With Eva's momentum moving away, and her weight on her back foot, Eva was unable to punch when Anne slipped under her awkward right and slammed her in the ribs with a left hook. Eva gave a loud cry and Brenda gasped as she feared Eva's ribs had been broken by the hard punch. Eva was bending over as Anne's right uppercut landed.

Nikki gasped in shock at the sound Anne's fist made. Even Karin groaned as Eva's long body was straightened up by the force of the punch and her head and shoulders were pushed back over the top rope by Anne's fist as she followed through. Before Eva could fall, Anne had her left hand around Eva's throat, pushing her shoulders against the top rope so that she couldn't slide down to the mat. Eva was only semi-conscious and her arms hung limp at her sides as Anne drew back her fist and slammed it into Eva's stomach, then she hit her in each breast. Finally, struggling to hold Eva upright, Anne slammed her fists into the poor girls ribs. She gave the blonde a brutal beating, pausing after every few punches to look to Gretchen who, each time Anne questioned her, nodded her approval to continue.

Eva started to choke with Anne's hand on her throat but Gretchen allowed her beating to continue. Finally, Brenda could take no more and grabbed Gretchen. She screamed for her to stop the fight before Eva was seriously hurt. Gretchen, in come kind of trance, shook herself and nodded to Anne. "OK, put her out of her misery." Anne stepped back and as Eva's body bounced off the ropes, swung from the heels. The uppercut connected square on Eva's jaw. She was lifted off her feet and dropped flat on her back where she lay without moving. Nikki and Brenda scrambled through the robes to help the unconscious blonde.

Anne looked around at the faces of the other women, sensing they were afraid of her. She loved it, the feeling of superiority to the kind of rich White women who had used her mother to clean their fancy homes and kept her down for the first 18 years of her own life. She strutted around the ring, stopping in front of each of them and staring at them until they looked away. Only Gretchen, Karin and Brenda met her gaze without flinching. She knew Karin's bravado was mere ignorance and she respected Gretchen for her reputation. Sammy had told Anne about Gretchen's career as a fighter, but that was over now and Anne knew she could beat this 'old woman.' She didn't know Brenda, but from her appearance she hadn't fought much, if at all.

Brenda looked on open-mouthed as they worked on Eva until she could sit up. She wasn't badly hurt, but there was no doubt she'd be sore for a few days from the pummeling she'd gotten. Brenda turned to Shirley. "What do you think about what you saw?" Shirley chuckled, "I can't wait to smash that blonde bimbo Mitzi's tits the same way Anne worked over Eva's. Look, I'd love to tell you all about what I'm going to do, but I have to get to work right now. I'm running late as it is. You'll see it for yourself in a few weeks when I beat Mitzi."

By the time they had Eva on her feet, Anne was dressed and had left, but not before Gretchen got a phone number where she could reach her. Gretchen walked Brenda to the door so that she could get on with her business, then came back to the ring where Karin had finishing picking things up and Nikki was helping Eva down from the ring and toward the changing room.

"I hope you remember that lesson Eva," Gretchen said as she leaned on the ring ropes. "Last week you had a lot of fun tormenting your cousin after I told you I didn't want the two of you fighting. If I ever hear of you disobeying my orders again, this beating will seem like a walk in the park by comparison. When I give you an order, you better obey if you don't want something terrible to happen. Now, Nikki . . . take Eva in and get her showered and washed up. Then you two hit the steam room. I want to work with Karin on some things.

Gretchen looked at Karin and told her to get into the ring. "Can I fight that Anne next Aunt Gretchen? I'll kick her ass if you let me in there." Gretchen looked at the eager face of the young brunette Karin. "Sorry honey, you're a little too young yet. Besides, Eva's beat you when you two fight and I don't want you getting hurt. Anyway, I have something else in mind for you. Something more fun."

Nikki came back to inform Gretchen that Eva was alright and she overheard them talking about what happened to Mitzi the night before. "Don't believe everything she says Brenda. That wasn't a fair fight. It was a set-up right from the beginning. Mitzi never had a chan . . ." She stopped as Gretchen spun around and gave her a threatening look. "You don't have permission to speak. Watch what you say and remember the rules. Otherwise, you'll regret it." It made Nikki's blood run cold. She'd never seen the "evil eye" but knew that what she was seeing on Gretchen's face must be what it looked like.

"What do you mean?" Brenda asked Nikki who was trapped between she and Gretchen. "I only meant," Nikki said carefully, "that Gretchen and Shirley did a great job of setting Mitzi up. She really never had a chance. If you want to see if Mitzi has a chance or not, you should look at her last real fight, with Sheree North. She did very well." Brenda looked at Gretchen and winked. "Is that true? Did you set Mitzi up last night? It sure doesn't sound like you." She broke down giggling before Gretchen could answer.

"I'll admit," Gretchen said glaring at Nikki, "Mitzi surprised me against Sheree North. She just barely beat a woman in her first pro fight but, even so, it was a huge improvement over their other fight." Nikki looked up. "Other fight? What other fight? I thought this was their first meeting. When did they fight before?" Brenda flipped to a new page in her notebook. "Yes, when was that other fight Gretchen?"

Gretchen brushed off the question, basically ignoring it. "It's getting close to your deadline isn't it Bren? You better go find Mitzi and get the rest of your story." Nikki had taken an extraordinary risk, burning with curiosity she had asked Gretchen in front of everyone about Mitzi's other fight with Sheree. Gretchen frowned which scared Nikki, then she laughed. Gretchen enjoyed seeing how much control she already had over Nikki and told her that Brenda doesn't need to know yet. "I may reward you with the story tonight. . . if you mind your P's and Q's and play your cards right."

While Brenda collected her belongings and got ready to go, Gretchen asked her, "What'd you think of the boxing?" "Eva reminds me a little of Mitzi," Brenda said, "except she's harder to hit and has more power. Same great body, but that Anne's no Shirley. Do you think Shirley can be that good when she fights Mitzi?" Gretchen laughed, "We're training with that in mind. It's interesting how much like Anne Shirley is when she boxes. I have her training with an aim to mimicking Anne's style. Anne boxing Eva gives me a chance to try things out before I waste Shirley's time practicing them if they don't work."

"You've seen enough," Gretchen said as she took Brenda's arm and pushed her toward the stairs. "I know you'd love to stay and watch more, but you'll need to get back to the office and write this up, maybe even get a quote from Gaynor. She's probably still at the Mission down in Chinatown. It's right around the corner from Frenchie's restaurant. I saw that goody-two-shoes savior helping her out of the gutter last night. She's probably got her down there drying out or something. I'd love to chat more, but I have some things to do and the girls have to finish their workout. We can talk more next week or at Frank's party."

Brenda shrugged and put away her notebook. "I haven't been in that part of town in quite a while. I used to go there with, well an ex-lover I guess you'd say." She looked into Gretchen's eyes adding, "There's still some painful memories of that place." Gretchen giggled and spanked Brenda's ass, then kissed her. "Yes, it's a rough crowd down there. I'm sure you sympathize with poor Gaynor. I guess all your old wounds have healed." Brenda sighed, "All the physical ones anyway. Emotional scars take a lot longer to mend. But then you wouldn't know anything about that, would you."

Gretchen walked Brenda to the front door. "I give emotional wounds my dear, not get them. Surely you must know that by now. Run along and do your story. Or do you have to get Frank's permission before you can write that too?" Brenda smiled wanly. "You know Frank has to approve anything before it's printed. I'm going to call him as soon as I can get to a phone. See what he wants me to do with this information." Gretchen nodded, "I'm glad you still know how to follow orders. You were one of my favorites there for a few months. You showed real promise until you got ambitious and decided to follow your career instead of your instincts. C'est la vie mon cheri." She closed the door behind Brenda with a loud "click" then went back downstairs to settle with Nikki while Anne and Shirley were practicing in private.

Gretchen returned to the ring where Nikki was standing on the ring apron watching Debbie Reynolds and Natalie Wood wrestling nude. She jabbed a finger between the blonde's small breasts. "Don't you ever speak up like that in public again unless I've told you ahead of time what to say, or I ask for your opinion. You aren't here to talk, I have better use for your tongue. Obviously, you still need to learn discipline. OK girls, that's enough for now," Gretchen snapped at the two naked women in the ring. "Ten laps in the pool and then the steam room."

The women stopped wrestling, went to their corners, picked up towels and wiped their faces. The one nearest Nikki, Debbie, grabbed the top rope and hopped over it, landing lithely in front of Nikki with a little bounce of her firm breasts. She kissed Nikki's cheek, "Welcome to the Pleasure Palace." Gretchen slapped Debbie's bare bottom with a smack that echoed off the walls of the gym and made her start with a little yelp. "That's enough out of you young woman, off to the pool with you." She scampered off giggling, followed by Natalie.

"Shirley, get changed. I want you and Anne to do some sparing before lunch." Gretchen said. The redhead gave Nikki's cheek a squeeze. "I'll see you later Nikki. We'll chat about Mitzi." Nikki's face reddened and she looked down at the floor, ashamed at her failure to protect Mitzi being thrown in her face by their arch-enemy. Shirley trotted off to the locker room with Anne who was going to change for her sparring with Shirley. "So," Nikki asked, turning to Gretchen, "Is what Brenda said true? Ethel's managing Mitzi now?" "Yep," Gretchen said resting a hand on Nikki's bare shoulder, "it's true. Frank told me this morning when we talked. He thinks she needs someone a bit more, experienced as a manager."

"Get in the ring," she said. Nikki looked up, "Me?" She wasn't ready to face Gretchen. But then she saw the dark-haired teenager Karin was in the ring waiting. "Why?" she asked. Gretchen glared and repeated the command, adding, "I don't explain myself. Get in the ring." Eva gave Nikki her hand, helped her onto the ring apron and held the ropes apart. As Nikki bent to step through them. Eva gave Nikki's ass a slap. "Be careful, she's tougher than she looks." Nikki stepped through the ropes, turned around and studied the young Austrian girl. Like her cousin Eva, Karin outweighed Nikki by a good 15-20 pounds, all muscle. They'd obviously spent a lot of time in Gretchen's gym in addition to whatever else they did.

"Alright Karin, let's see what Nikki's got." Gretchen leaned on the ring apron and put a hand inside her blouse and fondled herself as they faced off. Nikki wondered if this was a test. Karin circled confidently, then lunged, grabbing Nikki's shoulder. Nikki reverted to her police training, grabbed her elbow, turned with the girls momentum and stuck out her hip, She bent and with an almost casual pull, flipped her over her hip onto her back on the mat. Karin gave a surprised yelp and landed hard, using her free hand and feet to break her fall. She rolled away quickly and rose to her feet embarrassed, her face red.

Gretchen cursed, then yelled, "Dammit Karin! That was careless. She 'looks easy' so you thought she wouldn't put up a fight. I warned you before about it. That's 10 strokes. Try again!" This time Karin circled cautiously, not wanting to make the same mistake again. She closed the distance and reached out for Nikki's head. Again, Nikki reacted as she'd been trained. She grabbed Karin's arm and started to turn as before but suddenly, she was jerked over backward and the mat came up and slammed her hard in the back knocking the wind out of her. Before she could react, Karin's arm wrapped around her neck like a steel cable, closing off her air supply.

Nikki writhed and squirmed, trying to reach Karin with either hand, but the girl was behind her and had her in an unbreakable choke hold. Within seconds, her body was screaming for oxygen and her legs began to spasm, jerking and twitching on the mat. She pawed at Karin's arm, not caring if she tore the skin or not. A dark cloud settled over her, like someone pulling a curtain. The last thing she heard, echoing as if from a well, was Gretchen's voice, "OK, enough."

Nikki felt a slap but didn't feel pain. She opened her eyes and looked up into Eva's cold blue eyes. Another slap. "You OK?" She muttered something and the girl gave a sigh of relief, sat back and offered her hand. She took it and the girl easily pulled her to her feet. Her head spun and despite not wanting to, she grabbed Eva's arm to keep from falling. The blonde put an arm around Nikki's waist and helped her to the corner where Karin and Gretchen waited. They were both grinning. Gretchen leaned Nikki back against the corner turnbuckles, lifted her eyelids and studied her eyes.

"You'll be alright. Just stay here a few seconds and get your bearings. They're both very good but I'm glad you caught Karin like that. She needs to be reminded she's not invincible and not to take anyone lightly." Nikki groaned and nodded, then said, "Glad to be of service. Is that what you want, someone for your nieces to beat up?" Gretchen looked surprised. "What? Oh, that. No, this has nothing to do with you. You just happened to be new and handy. I wanted to use you to teach them to be careful." As Nikki rolled her head to get the kinks out of her neck Gretchen said, "Eva, take Nikki to the steam room and work the kinks out of her neck. I'm gonna work with Karin until Shirley's ready. We'll talk more at lunch, Nikki. Run along."

Eva took Nikki's arm, "Yes Ma'am, I'll see she's handled properly." The girl led Nikki past the pool where the others were splashing and playing. When they saw her holding Nikki's arm, Debbie said something and they burst into giggles. They quickly stopped, however, at a glance from the teenager. Eva took Nikki to the sauna and sat her on a seat by the door. "Ten minutes. I'll be back to get you." Nikki laid down and immediately began to perspire.

Eva took Nikki to the sauna, then left her and went to soak her face in an ice bath to reduce the swelling after her beating by Anne. Nikki had been alone for several minutes, when the other women came in, laughing and joking. They stopped when they saw her spread out on the bench. Self-consciously, she closed her legs and put an arm over her breasts to hide the fact that her nipples were hard. Natalie Wood sat in the corner between Janet Leigh and Debbie Reynolds.

A blonde dropped beside Nikki, dragging a fingernail down the crevice between her breasts to her belly button. She slapped it away with irritation, but her arm was grabbed by Angie Dickinson, who pinned it to the seat. "Hi," the blonde whispered, "My name's Stella Stevens. I'm visiting from Memphis State University for the holidays. I'm an actress. Are you in the business?"

"Leave her alone, Stella," Debbie laughed, "She's nobody. Just some out-of-work fight manager whose girl left her for somebody else." Stella took Nikki's other hand and once they saw Angie and Stella had Nikki's arms under control, the others scrambled over to join them. They grabbed her ankles and spreading her legs to expose her neatly trimmed bush. "Oh," Natalie sighed, "cute." She bent and kissed the inside of Nikki's thigh, giggling as she squirmed and begged them to let her go.

They tickled, teased and tormented Nikki until Eva came back and rescued her. "You should be ashamed of yourselves," she said, shaking her finger at Janet and Debbie. "What kind of example is that to set for these young girls." All five of them broke into laughter at the thought of Hollywood veterans Natalie and Angie being corrupted. Even young Stella Stevens had been a mother at 16 and was already divorced. These were not women to be corrupted by some innocent sex play.

Eva took Nikki to the locker room, picked her up and dropped her on her back on a leather covered table. Her sweaty bottom slapped leather with a wet "thwap!" She flipped Nikki onto her belly and covered her ass with a towel. The powerful girl began to massage Nikki's neck, working out the remaining kinks from their wrestling match and the hold she'd knocked her out with. Nikki groaned as she relaxed and let her fingers work magic on her tight muscles. She dozed as the girl used her power to relieve the tension in her body, working her way down her back, then to her thighs, pinching, kneading and digging into the soft flesh.

Nikki felt the girl's hands inside her thighs and her legs parted on their own to make it easier for her to reach her muscles. The girl's fingers were skilled and, in spite of a natural reserve, Nikki couldn't help becoming aroused by her touch. It had been over a week since she'd been with Mitzi and her own fingers were no substitute for a skilled lover. Soon, she was writhing in pleasure as Eva's hands moved between her legs. She tried to turn to look at her, but the teen clamped a strong hand on her neck and murmured gently, "Lay still. Let me help. Relax. Relax and accept it as my thanks for working in my corner."

Nikki lifted her hips as Eva's open hand slid under her mound and cupped her, pressing the swollen lips insistently. She took the subtle pressure as an order and pulled her knees under her, raising her butt and spreading her legs wide, surrendering to Eva's fingers. "That's it, give it to me," the girl whispered as she slowly worked two and then three fingers worked into the damp hold. Eva's thumb pressed the star between her cheeks and after brief resistance, Nikki relaxed. "Ooooh," she moaned as she gave in, surrendered her ass for only the second time, Mitzi being the first. Eva worked slowly. Stroking the clit as the blonde thrust her proud ass in the air and slowly rotated it, moving herself up and down on the trio of fingers moving in and out of her hole. The towel slipped down her back and hid her head as Eva pinned her to the leather table.

It was a wanton position, but Eva's softly accented murmurs made it feel right. "That's it, darling, give it to me. Feel it, my love." Nikki felt her love bud twitch as Eva unerringly found the spot that needed attention. Nikki gasped, "There!" "Hold on, tight," Eva whispered, "not yet. Let it build. Not yet, not until I tell you. Hang on." Nikki tensed, wanting to please the young who knew her needs so well. Eva teased her, lifting her, then letting her down, then bringing her arousal to a high pitch. Nikki heard herself begging for release, but still Eva denied her. She wept in frustration when Eva asked, "Will you be mine the rest of the day?"

Nikki hesitated, but the strokes of Eva's fingers broke her reserve, "Oh yes, yesss. Anything you want." She heard Eva laugh and then say, "Now, come for me." And she did! Something extraordinary nearly lifted her off the table. Her orgasm hit like a train and Nikki screamed with satisfaction, "YESSS!!" Her body shook, shuddered and shivered with a release unlike any she'd had in a long time, perhaps forever.

Eva rested her head on Nikki's ass and continued to massage her hard little button as waves of pleasure swept her away like a tide that crested and then slowly ebbed. The teenage girl supported her stomach with one hand as she lowered her onto her belly, then slowly pulled out her fingers and lastly her thumb with a little "pop." Nikki gasped as she realized for the first time that she's dug her fingers onto the leather table top. She let go, lifted the towel from over her head and looked around. That's when she saw them.

Debbie, Natalie, Janet, Stella, Angie, Karin and Gretchen were standing in front of the lockers, watching silently while Eva brought the mature older woman to orgasm. Janet had two fingers in herself, pumping frantically. Stella knelt in front of Angie, her head moving up and down as she tongued the older blonde. Shirley and Gretchen were kissing and Gretchen's hand between them slowly caressed Shirley's pussy. Debbie was leaning against the wall beside Janet, her eyes lidded, legs bent, the insides of her firm thighs glistening with moisture in the harsh overhead light as Karin finished licking her to orgasm. Debbie finished at the same time as Nikki and from the grin on her face as they made eye contact, Nikki knew they shared a bond. Nikki's face turned scarlet and, unable to close her legs because Eva's hand was between them, she pulled the towel over her head and began to sob with shame.

She was shocked out of her self pity by a hard, sharp spank on her bottom. "Stop that, you slut." It was Eva. From her tone Nikki knew she wasn't playing. "You wanted it, so don't act embarrassed now you've been caught. Come on." She dragged Nikki off the table and led her to the showers where she washed her from head to toe, cleaning her until her body was pink. She brought her back out and presented her to the others who grabbed towels and dried her. "There, good as new, now get dried off."

They left Nikki alone and went to shower and get dressed. Eva told Nikki to wait, so after she finished drying herself and combed her hair, she waited alone in the locker room. Shortly, Eva appeared in a low-cut dress that made her look far older than her tender years. She lead her through a formal living room and onto a shaded patio with a breath-taking view of the Hollywood hills. She pulled out a chair for Nikki and pushed it in as she sat down. The others were already seated and Karin sat at the opposite end of the table from Gretchen, facing her.

"You know everyone, Nikki?" Gretchen asked. "I'm not sure if you were properly introduced to Miss Stevens. She's a student at Memphis State who's studying acting. She's visiting for summer vacation. Natalie brought her around the other day for a 'friendly' match with Karin. It went so well, she's spending the rest of the summer here as Karin's guest." She laughed as Stella blushed and looked down at her lap. "I see you enjoyed Eva's massage, she's quite good isn't she?" Nikki blushed and nodded. "I'm proud of both of my nieces." Nikki nodded, "You have every right to be. I'm sure Karin is equally talented." She leaned forward and touched Nikki's arm and said, "Oh, I am. And my memory is good too. I won't forget what you did to me this morning. Those ten strokes are going to hurt and you're gonna feel them even more than me."

After lunch, Gretchen showed Nikki around the grounds while the girls resumed their workouts. "I'll show you around. You won't get out much since I plan to keep you naked. This may be your only chance to see the grounds. They're quite lovely." Gretchen held Nikki's hand like her lover. Nikki was careful not to upset her after seeing Mitzi whipped the night before and she felt strange with a woman who, 12 hours earlier, had been her enemy. Strangely, she felt a warmth from Gretchen she'd not seen before and couldn't remember having had so many satisfying orgasms in her entire life as with Gretchen in one night and a morning. She squeezed Gretchen's hand and the redhead had to hide a grin. Everything was better than she hoped.

They walked past a clay surface tennis court where a young Hispanic woman in a short skirt was sweeping the court. "Do you play?" Gretchen asked. "No," Nikki pouted, "I've always wanted to, but my parents could never afford the lessons." "Well," Gretchen said as she hugged her, "One of my friends was a Wimbledon finalist. I'll have her give you some lessons." Nikki was about to thank her when she added, "You'll be quite a sight bouncing around the court in your birthday suit." Nikki blushed and looked at the court again, studying the figure of the young Hispanic as she bent over. She realized the girl wore no underwear on under her uniform. "Is she one of your lovers?" Nikki asked, intending it as a compliment to Gretchen's skill and stamina.

Instead of a smile, however, the remark was met with a scowl as Gretchen jerked Nikki around by the arm. "Don't forget your place here girl. You had better NEVER speak to me that way again. Carlotta is hired help and I don't play with the help. It gives them ideas above their station. Besides," she sneered, "she's Mexican. They're beneath me, and you too. Don't forget we're White. Those kind make excellent servants as long as you don't confuse them with too many tasks at once. You'd better never, ever let me catch you dallying with one. Don't mix races socially or in the bedroom. If you're so hard up for sex, let me know. I'll find a suitable girl for you in your position. After all, you're my concubine and what you do reflects directly on me. I don't want these girls getting ideas about us. Understand?"

Nikki quivered at the racist clap-trap. When her Father came home from the war he had told her about the Germans and their, "twisted theory of Aryan supremacy." She wondered what had happened to Gretchen that made her so bitter at "minorities" as they were now being called by enlightened politicians. She wanted to find out so she could avoid conversational areas that were 'sensitive.' For now, she would tread lightly when discussing them.

They walked through a beautiful garden and Gretchen introduced Nikki to Mai Lee, a Chinese who tended the garden. Mai looked to be in her mid-30's and as they walked back toward the house, Gretchen explained that Mai's parents worked for her parents when her father was a diplomat in Nanking before the war. Nikki wanted to ask about Gretchen's family, but resisted and decided to take her time and not risk offending Gretchen again with 'rude' inquiries.

Gretchen took Nikki inside and as they walked through the formal entrance, Nikki looked up at three formal oil portraits she'd been too distracted to notice the night before when she was brought in, somewhat in a daze, and taken straight to bed by Gretchen, Shirley and the teens. One picture, she now recognized, was silent screen star Theda Bara, known as "The Vamp" in her heyday. On either side were smaller portraits, apparently a husband and wife. Nikki assumed they were Gretchen's parents. If so, what was the significance of the Theda Bara portrait, she wondered? Surely Gretchen wasn't related to her.

Gretchen smiled, "I see you're admiring Theda Bara's portrait." "Yes," Nikki mumbled, still in shock from all that had happened. "Is she a relative?" As soon as she asked, she remembered to add, "Miss Gretchen." She regretted her question, but Gretchen just chuckled. "No, Miss Bara built this house when she was a star. I keep her portrait because of that and because she was the first Women's Champion in 1918. She built the house with money she made on 'The Eternal Sappho.' It's a great story if true, and a good way to work Sappho into a conversation." Nikki smiled, not sure why she did.

As they walked back to rejoin the other women in the gym, Nikki screwed up her courage and once more asked about Gretchen's off-hand remark about Mitzi and Sheree North fighting before. Gretchen put her arm around Nikki and hugged her, then kissed her. "I'll tell you all about it tonight. I think the girls will enjoy your reaction to hearing it. You seem to get such a rush out of Mitzi's fights, I think this is one story that will have you on the edge the whole time."

Mitzi in Hollywood continues in Chapter 12 (Mitzi and Sheree in Korea)